#it’s literally only upon seeing this gif play over & over while i make this post

[blue-jisungs]

daydreamin’

song inspo. daydreamin’ by ariana grande

a/n. i actually ro wanted to write this ever since i saw soobin lipsyncing this song on that one radio show <\\3 also experienced with the lil layout gif thingy ++ blond soob !!!!!!!!

oh and it’s my first post for the july jam session event so enjoy!! check it out to see what’s going on teehee

summary. soobin walked in and simply caught your attention… you would have never guessed how it would end

warnings. cursing + reader is kind of awkward but it’s cute tho <\3

you were sitting in your class, the professor being more boring than usual. it was nearly 20 minutes past 8am when the door slammed open and someone walked in, grey hoodie thrown over his blond hair. he walked hesitantly, long legs making small steps.

your eyes lingered on him, you couldn’t help but admit that he caught your attention.

“sorry for being late, the traffic…” the stranger spoke out, awkward smile plastering on his plush lips. your heart skipped a beat upon that sight.

“alright, soobin. just sit somewhere” the professor let out a disappointed sigh. soobin. what a cute name.

before you realised, he caught you staring. eyes growing wide, he smiled cutely which resulted in his dimples showing. could this guy be any cuter?!

he sat next to you, a bit awkward and stealing glances at you every once in a while.

after the class finished, soobin grabbed his bag and left the room hurriedly. he didn’t notice his pencil case falling out.

you picked it up and left a scoff, amused by the bunny shaped case. what a guy. you’ll give it back to him on the nearest occasion.

you haven’t seen soobin for the next day too. which didn’t mean you haven’t thought about him. it was crazy how a guy that you sat next to during one lesson had you so whipped.

resting your chin on your palm you were deep in thought, daydreaming about him. it was weird, you knew but he was so cute! you couldn’t help it. his awkwardness made him even more adorable, constantly on your mind. you recalled the way he walked, a little stiff but sweet in a way.

playing with the bunny pencil case with your free hand you huffed. suddenly you heard someone’s shushed whispers.

“–insane?! i tell you, you are. go see a doctor!”

you turned around slightly and noticed… soobin. he was talking with a friend of his. soobin’s ebony eyes were sparking with mischief, a silly smile blooming on his face.

“i’m literally not! and don’t look at me like that!” he huffed, soft lips forming into a pout. he crossed his arms and looked away from his friend, eyes meeting yours.

you quickly turned around and hid the pencil case. you still need to give it back to him.

a smile crept on your face. the way he talked was so cute, too.

you walked to the library, passing soobin in the hallway. he was too good looking for his own good… and you still had to return the bunny case he lost.

finally finding a place to occupy you sighed, taking out your stuff. putting your headphones in and shuffling a random song you failed to hear approaching footsteps.

a sigh left your mouth when you finally sat down, with your chin in the plan of your hand. you noticed the small bunny doodles you made on a exercise sheet and just shook your head.

suddenly you felt an arm on your shoulder.

letting out a surprising yelp, you turned around only to meet soobin’s heart warming grin.

“hi”

you took out your headphones, the random ariana grande’s song that played going quiet.

“hi” you smiled back, unable to look away from his dimples.

“i uh… i noticed you have my pencil case”

your smile dropped, eyes widening in realisation. fuck. shit. you look like a weirdo now.

you started rummaging through your bag in order to find it, your own belongings almost flying in the air everywhere.

“i… uh… sorry! i promise it’s not what it looks like! you dropped it and– and i wanted to give it to you, i swear but you just… i just… didnt–” you rambled nervously. soobin laughed.

your heart skipped a beat upon hearing that angelic sound and that’s when you saw the bunny pencil case at the bottom of your bag.

“i was too shy” you added quietly, wanting to hand him back his property. mentally you already said goodbye to any chances with him and only daydreaming about what ifs but soobin was already sitting down next to you.

“i understand, truly. i was a little bit pissed because my friends wouldn’t lend me any pens so for the past few days i wasn’t taking notes…” he hummed hesitantly, his large hand brushing ever so slightly against yours when he grabbed the bunny case from your hands “… so would you mind lending me your notes? we can grab, uh, coffee too… if you’d like”

“no! i mean yes! i mean, uh… fuck” you let out a sigh, blood hitting your cheeks from embarrassment. soobin just smiled wildly, amused “i meant it as in no, i wouldn’t mind and yes, i’d love to. grab coffee, with you”

“it’s a date then. shall we go?” he asked, tilting his head.

“o-oh. now? sure” you nodded and before you walked away, stunned, soobin reminded you about your belongings laying on the floor. he helped you pick them up too, stealing glances at your cutely flushed face.

“–y/n? she’s gone. like gone gone” beomgyu sighed, snapping his fingers in front of your face. you blinked slowly, looking confused at soobin. he just smiled tenderly “oh, not anymore. welcome back i guess”

“what were you…?” soobin hummed. he knew it well: the way you rested your chin on the plan of your hand, faint smile on your lips. he knew but still…

“daydreamin’” you giggled “about you… you… and only you”

“you’re so gross. get a room!” beomgyu pushed you slightly – but not with too much force – causing you to plop onto your boyfriend’s lap. soobin chuckled and wrapped his arms around you, placing a tender kiss on the crown of your head.

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[mayhemories]

Is it possible to get a sub neteyam post? 👀

Who's The Mighty Warrior? (smut)

Anything is possible here. Especially after I got called a virgin (derogatory) >:( Big thank you to wife @neytirqs for listening to me complain about literally everything, ponder sub!neteyam and conceptualise this silly little fic. 

Pairing: Neteyam Sully x Reader (James Cameron’s Avatar) 

Requested: Yes | No

Warnings: Smut, swearing, bondage, thigh riding, etc. Sub!Neteyam. !!Minors DNI!! Aged Up!Neteyam, obviously. No funny business about that, if you don’t like it just don’t read it. 

Words: 1.7k this is short and shit tbh. 

Author’s Notes: Female reader, she/her pronouns used. I’ve never actually written Sub/dom smut before so sorry if I got something wrong. Neteyam is twenty-one or twenty-two here, reader would be the same age. Omaticaya!Reader. 

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Read Under Cut:

Neteyam was so used to being in charge. He was always in control, always responsible. He was the son of Toruk Macto, next in line for the leadership of his clan, constantly help to raise his own siblings, Neteyam was used to responsibility and leadership being thrust upon him, from helping at home while he was well into his adult life, to being expected to train every hunter to an incredibly high standard, Neteyam was always in charge. 

Training. That was how he had met you, you in all your domineering glory. He remembered you from his own hunter training, you became a woman the same year he became a man. And although you were always nice, hard-working and cordial, Neteyam did not notice you much. Then all of a sudden, Neteyam only noticed you, especially when the two of you were working in such close quarters together, training the new, young recruits together. Neteyam could not help but see how your breasts had swelled, how your hips had filled out and how your ass grew over the years.

You were stunning, and most men had begin to notice you, too. 

You were so bossy, so demanding. No one had really bossed Neteyam around before, besides his dad, and even that petered out in his adult life. 

“Neteyam!” As if his thoughts of you summoned your form to him, you began to push him around in the empty training equipment tent. “How many times do I have to ask you to teach them how to clean their weapons?” 

Your slender but controlling fingers found his shoulder, giving him a slight but playful push. Neteyam knew you had no idea what you did to him. The shove almost had him moaning, the contact alone was enough to send his hot blood pumping to between his legs. He hoped you just wouldn’t notice.

You knew the affect you had on Neteyam, it was rather obvious. Teasing him and riling him up was one of your favourite parts of your day, why you would always offer to take rounds and shifts with him. Didn’t hurt that he was easily the most attractive male in the clan, either. At first you thought maybe he was a little eager, ready to jump your bones, too. So, more often than not you’d bend right over in front of him, play a little innocent, a little naive. But you quickly realised, Neteyam liked when you were mean to him. 

You noticed it first when you were overtired and had a long day and just snapped at him. 

“Eywa damn it! Pull your damn head in, Neteyam. Do not make me come over there and do it for you!”

You swore you heard him whimper, and when you pushed past him you couldn’t help but to notice the buldge starting to form. Ever since then, you made it your mission to boss the poor boy around, until something came of it. 

You were too close to him, your body radiating so much heat, Neteyam was certain he was going to pass out. He was normally so sure of himself, you just undid him, unravelled his mind and left him bare. Shoulder to shoulder, you were driving him crazy. God, Neteyam knew he was a horny little shit, he knew it, but he didn’t quite realise the gravity of the situation, the sway you held over him, he wanted to do nothing more but to please you. Despite his raging, growing boner, Neteyam tried to work quietly alongside you, repairing the arrows as you inspected his work. 

You watched silently, as Neteyam tried to continue with the task at hand. You swallowed you own smile down as you could see Neteyam’s thick boner pressing against the work table, desperate to free itself from the confines of his loincloth. 

“Neteyam.” You saw how the young man shuddered, and you couldn’t help the smirk that found its way to your face. “You’re distracted.” You tried to will your voice to sound harsh, sound critical. 

He felt like all the wind was kicked out of his lungs as you turned your body to face him, and it all clicked at once, as he saw your eyes go from his obvious hard-on to his abs and face. You knew what you were doing to him, and you were letting it happen. For fuck’s sake, you were enjoying it. 

That was enough for Neteyam’s cock to twitch. 

“I’m sorry.” He whispered, his hands gripping the workbench, his head downturned. The scene was so hot. Something primal in you snapped as you realised he was playing into it too, he was for this, he was for you. 

“Sorry isn’t good enough, Neteyam.” Fuck. Fuck, he loved it when you spoke to him like that, in that voice. He could’ve folded then and there. Only if you wanted him to, of course.  

“I’m sorry-” Neteyam started to apologise, but you cut him off, shoving him in the shoulder with your delicate hand, once more. 

“Don’t apologise to me, sit down.” Your tone was so firm, so demanding. So fucking bossy and Neteyam couldn’t help the moan that fell from his lips. He watched as you smirked and pointed to the chair sitting in the corner of the empty tent. 

Neteyam’s cock was uncomfortably hard now, straining against the fabric as he sat in the well-worn, wooden chair. He sat quietly, watching as you walked around the tent, searching for something, he was desperate for your attention again, but he knew you’d make him pay for any kind of bratty behaviour, so he waited. Your tail flicked back and forth, excitedly, playfully. Neteyam felt his own mirror your excitement. 

He could feel his heart beating loudly, it rang up from his chest and nestled its way into his ears, as you sauntered towards him, hips and tail swishing, a length of rope used to tame ikran in your experienced hands. Neteyam swallowed the lump that emerged in his throat at the sight of it, at the sight of you. 

“Sit up straight for me big boy.” You smiled and Neteyam blushed at the sounds of his own whimpers as he strictly followed your commands. “Hands behind your back, just like that baby.” The lewd noises you coaxed from him would typically be embarrassing for Neteyam, but he trusted you, he felt safe with you. Especially when you had his hands tied at the wrists behind his back. His shoulders and upper body roped down to the back of the chair, Neteyam was all yours, and he was so fucking grateful for it. 

You stepped back to admire your handiwork, chuckling. Neteyam, the cool and collected golden boy was bound, his head flung back, eyes squeezed shut, pre-cum leaking from his still-clothed cock.

"Who's the mighty warrior?" You said pointedly, though there was no real venom in it. The mighty warrior was mewling, for you, because of you. It was enough to gather more of that embarrassing slick between your legs, fumbling with the ties of your loincloth you wished yourself to be quickly rid of it. 

Quickly, you straddled his thick, muscular thigh. You settled yourself, moaning at the contractions of his muscles against your sopping core. Neteyam whimpered in response, your noises pushing him further to the edge. 

Your nimble fingers clasped Neteyam’s jaw, moving his fucked out head to look you in you daring, bright eyes. He could feel himself falling deeper in love with you, with every passing second. But he couldn’t deal with the emotional tourmoil of adventuring that thought further, right now it was just hot, rough sex. The break that Neteyam needed, that he yearned for and had been edging for so long. He felt a knot tie in his stomach, cock so hard it was begining to leave a blissful pain as you pulled his ear close to your supple mouth.

“I need you to use your words, ma Neteyam, is this alright with you?” You whispered, your hot breath fanning out across his sensitive ears, they flicked in response, his tail swishing. You moved your cunt across his thigh ever so slightly, testing the waters. 

“Yes.” Neteyam managed to moan out in response. 

You cooed, seeing the perfect man so undone by your cunt on his thigh and some rope. 

“Such a good boy for me, Neteyam.” You praised him, as the two of you moaned in unison, you chasing your high and Neteyam at your words you accompanied with your action. 

Your clit became battered by the force you were rutting yourself on Neteyam’s strong leg. His muscles shifted beneath your sensitive core as he moved his leg slightly, providing you with more space to fuck yourself stupid. You lurched forward, the coil in the pit of your stomach coming to a burning, snapping speed. Forgetting your role momentarily, you held onto Neteyam’s broad shoulders, shuddering as your orgasm came swiftly, walls clenching around nothing.

Neteyam moaned again at the sight, you coming absolutely undone on his thigh, using him like a toy. But it was your high pitched whimper of his name that caused his own undoing. 

You chuckled darkly as you noticed his thick shots of cum running down Neteyam’s own chest. Without thinking you collected some on the tips of your fingers, plunging them into your own mouth. Humming with satisfaction with the taste of Neteyam’s salty purge. 

“I did not say you could cum, ma Neteyam.” You whispered, scared to break the sexual silence the two of you had created. 

“I’m sorry-” Neteyam was out of breath, and you were out of patience. 

Neteyam did not know what to expect of this fuck fest that the two of you ventured on, but you shutting him up with the softest, most loving kiss he had ever experienced in his young life was not in the vicinity of his expectations. 

“I told you not to apologise to me, beautiful boy.”

[hoosbandewan]

THE Billy Taylor Post

I have a love/hate relationship with The Halcyon as a show overall. I don't feel like all of it is written well, but the area in which it definitely excels is Billy Taylor's story. You know, the cutie pie bellboy that Ewan plays and who is always bugging out in all of the gifs we make of him. He's young, he's sweet, and he's insanely adorable.

And his story is also the best in the entire show. In my opinion!!

I also cry whenever I think about Billy for too long but we'll get into that later, hehe.

Spoilers for The Halcyon, btw!

If you haven't seen it, The Halcyon is set at a fancy hotel in London just as WWII has come to Britain. Also, fair warning that this post is a little bit all over the place because I have SO MANY BILLY TAYLOR FEELS

At the start of the show, Billy is seventeen and working at The Halcyon as a bellboy. He's portrayed by Ewan as someone who's maybe a little bit... no thoughts, head empty. I jokingly refer to Billy as having big NPC energy when he's in the background of scenes because it looks like he has radio static going through his head whenever he's not being interacted with. And like to think that it's not because it was Ewan's first gig as an actor. I think Billy genuinely is a little bit daft. He's the baby himbo. He's the golden retriever puppy who isn't the smartest in the room but he makes up for it with hard work and dedication and pure sweetness.

I mean, he's only seventeen and he appears to be one of the higher ranking bellboys at the hotel. He's given important tasks like welcoming ~secret guests to the hotel, showing new hires where to go, and personally taking care of high ranking guests' belongings. He's clearly trusted by the management and is, more importantly, very good at his job.

But, bless his heart... Billy can be kind of a mess. He's forgetful and sometimes just plain thick. He loses the family dog of the lord and lady who own the hotel while taking it out for a walk. (Literally how does that happen. Billy.) He bungles the staff poker game by revealing his hand without realizing. He's also a silly little dumbass when he and a couple of the other hotel staff are at the movie theater and see the lady who owns the hotel (who's there on a !secret date) and he straight up points at her from several aisles back with his eyes all bugging out. Be more obvious, Billy!

Billy is young and naive and maybe not the smartest guy around, but you know what? He's good at what he does (most of the time, lol) and he's a damn hard worker.

He's also someone who knows that people are reluctant to believe in him and he clearly doesn't like that. Billy signs up to join the army the moment he turns eighteen and, although we don't see it, his mum Peggy (who works at the hotel as the telephonist aka switchboard operator) mentions to the hotel general manager that there was a bit of an argument between them over it.

“Do you know why he was so upset that I didn’t want him signing up? He thought I was saying he wasn’t good enough.”

He also gets angry with his mum when his call-up papers do arrive. I know I called him daft before, so I'm giving him credit where credit is due - he actually very cleverly notices that the letter should have gone to his family's house, but it showed up at the hotel instead. And, upon learning that he's been assigned to the Royal Artillery instead of what he wanted - the engineers - he knows it was his mum (with the help of the hotel general manager, but he doesn't know that part) who moved things around so that Billy could stay close to home.

He angrily tells her, "I ain't a child no more," and storms out of the room. Billy wants to prove himself. He wants to be a grown up with responsibilities and he wants to be believed in.

You feel for him, but you also feel for his mum, who is watching her only son grow up and enlist in the war effort. At one point, Peggy mentions that she was only 19 or 20 by the time she'd had Billy, so she was a young mother (and still is!). Her worrying and fretting over him clearly annoys him because he's a teenager, but, god you feel for her. We also learn that Billy's dad, Jim, was drafted to fight in the war so she must be out of her mind with worry. I'll get more into my Billy feels as related to his mum in a bit. But I mean... just look at this line of Peggy's after Billy's joined the army:

“I pray. I fuss. I hold him a little tighter each time I see him."

Before I move on, GOSH, Billy is such a teenager when it comes to his interactions with his mum, lol. He doesn't want her fussing over him or being affectionate. He shrugs her off when she tries to fix his collar. He's reluctant to let her kiss his cheek... but he lets her do it anyway, of course.

Speaking of his family, Billy's relationship with his little sister, Dora, is also so cute and I love them. She tells another character that she doesn't miss him once he's moved out to join the army because she thinks he's "annoying" but she really does love him, lbr. And he's clearly very close with her, too.

At one point, their family home is destroyed in the Blitz so Peggy and Dora move into The Halcyon for a while. Billy watches his sister on mornings that he can get away from his army duties. He carries her around piggyback style. He lets her wear his army hat. He calls her "squirt." They're freaking adorable.

There's also a cute little moment during one of the Blitz raids where Billy's mum and sister are in the hotel shelter and Dora is frightened. Her mum tells her to listen for the sounds of the artillery and says, “That’s our Billy. He’s protecting us.”

And he is. Billy is a protector. He's always looking out for the people he cares about. When Kate, the maid he has a crush on, is SA'd by the Count, Billy angrily confronts him and even points the Count's own fucking gun at him. AND HE PULLS THE TRIGGER. He was about to fucking murder this man for doing what he did to Kate!

Billy is a fucking real one. God, he's the best character.

I don't have anywhere specific to put this, but I wanted to mention how much I love the little detail the writers added in about Billy's handiness and interest in machinery:

He is seen chatting with one of the waiters about the guns they use in the war and is later able to correctly identify the type of German plane flying over the hotel.

Later on in the season, The Halcyon's general manager and head concierge are trying to fix the hotel generator and lamenting that Billy was the one who always maintained it before he left to join the army. (I will come back to this later because omg)

Billy himself mentions to his mum at one point that he's planning on helping a neighbor with some things she needs done in her shelter and that he expects it to be a quick job.

When he joins the army, he's put in charge of operating one of the anti-aircraft guns - directing his fellow soldiers and being the one to manually operate the machine itself.

Now that I think I've covered every other Billy feel, I have to talk about... the worst one. The saddest one. His death. /:

I don't know how to say this without sounding like a complete [Michael Gavey voice] loooser, but I can't really think about Billy and his story in this show for too long without... crying? Oof.

I think that's a testament to just how well written his storyline was in this show. They make you care so fucking much about this sweet, innocent, pure-hearted, good to a fault, daft, brave young man so much that, when he dies in the Blitz, it really fucking hurts.

I swear, thinking about Billy Taylor deals psychic damage to me every time.

And I think that, part of the reason that Billy's death hurts so much is because of how it's shown to us. We all know the famous orange scene between Billy and Kate so I'm sorry for ruining it by making it sad, lol. But that scene ends with Kate telling Billy that she'll meet him the next morning to share the orange with him. So when morning comes and the hotel staff are arriving and see Kate waiting impatiently for "someone" who hasn't arrived, your heart fucking sinks immediately.

They don't even tell us about Billy's death by showing Peggy learning of the news. We're told through Kate's POV. He doesn't show up to their meeting in the morning and, when she arrives for her shift, the staff has been gathered around by the general manager. Only then do we learn that Billy was killed by a parachute mine the night before. And we follow Kate to the same closet where Billy gave her the orange, where she's sobbing and cradling the fruit in her hands.

But what's even sadder is that Billy remains a presence throughout the rest of the show. You, as the viewer, grieve him alongside not only his family, but also the people who knew him and worked with him.

When the hotel loses power during a bombing one night and the general manager and head concierge are trying to fix the generator, they're lost for what to do and even lost for words because Billy was the one who always handled the generator. They end up fixing the thing by taking a wrench and banging the side of it because "That's what Billy used to do." And it works. The generator turns back on thanks to Billy. Thanks to the memory of him. And the concierge look up and says, "Clever lad," as though Billy can hear him.

Of course, Peggy spends the rest of the season grappling with the loss of Billy, too. The other characters mention more than once that she's "talking about Billy as though he's still here" and that it's worrying them. Eventually, the general manager sits down with her and she says that she does know he's gone but that it's so hard to believe because she wants to think that he could just walk through the door at any moment.

But, oh my god, the saddest moment of the show for me... is the moment when Peggy is walking through the hallway in the staff area of the hotel and she sees one of the bellboys walking towards her. He has his head down so his face is in shadow but he's about the same height as Billy... and you can see in Peggy's face that she's allowing herself - just for that one moment - to imagine that it's Billy. To let herself think that he's still alive. You're watching her process the scene before her and seeing her think, "Could it be him?" for those few seconds... until she sees the bellboy's face. And, oh my god, it absolutely wrecks me every single time.

Billy's death is the reason that Peggy gives up the one thing she has left - Dora - and sends her away to the countryside along with the other children who are being evacuated from London. Because she can't bear the thought of losing her last living child.

Billy is the character who shows the audience how cruel and unforgiving the war is. That it can take anyone, no matter how sweet and kind and young and good the person is.

And it illustrates the enormity of the chasm they leave behind.

Billy's loss is felt in everyone, from his family to the people he worked with to the girl he had a crush on. AND IT'S FELT IN ME, TOO, GODDAMN

This was so long and I may not have even touched upon all of my feels but thanks for coming to my Billy Taylor TED Talk. I fucking love him. The writers did an amazing job writing him. 10/10, no notes whatsoever. I cry every single time.

He's such an underrated Ewan character and, I know I haven't mentioned it much, but Ewan's portrayal of him is flawless. He's perfect at capturing all the silliness, daftness, and earnestness that makes up our sweet little Billy!

Tl;dr - Everyone should love Billy Taylor!

Aaaand here's another gif of our sweet boy to end this massive post:

[honakito]

Heya! Just stumbled upon this account and I just wanted to say that I already adore your writings!!(even if it's just two(?) so far-) So I decided to make a request:D It's a bit of a silly one, but Kanade and Mizuki(separate please!) x reader hcs playing UNO with them, like, the card game wahahjsha This is mostly random, but I'll be glad if you'll be able to do it! Just don't rush yourself, please..(^^;)

⠀⠀ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏⠀⠀ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏⠀⠀ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏uno. . ? like the card deck game ? ?

UNO! - prod. honakito

posted as : request

chars. : a. mizuki , y. kanade

type : x g/n ! reader

scenario : playing uno with them ( headcanons )

taglist : @finanah ( ask to be added )

notes : first of all ignore the header second of all i love this idea so much i had to immediately do it since my brain was like a tornado of ideas what the hell,,, and i still have a request to do that is probably older than my account (not really its from 2 days ago i just like taking my sweet time) + a recent one ,, still, thank you for requesting a different character! enjoyy ^_^

notes 2 : i was thinking of, once im done with the requests, posting analysis of different pjsk characters and card sets? i already have two ideas of this type of posts, and i think i have enough time, since i skipped school today, will skip tomorrow and wednesday is a free day thats awesome

date : 21 / 01 / 24 - 22 / 01 / 24

a. mizuki

literal uno expert.

they get competitive so quickly. i can feel it.

theyre also the definition of a ‘ its only okay when i do it ‘ person. like , for example , if you played a +4 card , they’d mockingly let out a loud whine for giggles. but if they have a +4 or +2 too , get ready to see a mischievous grin paint their face. theyd take this as a competition they have to win.

i feel like theyd trick you with their facial expressions and actions. lets say , you switch the color to one they have lots of cards of. theyd let out a surprised gasp while laying down on you a reverse card, two skip cards and a +4 card. 

half of it , they’re determined to win. if theyre feeling nice tho , mizuki will play easy for you. that lasts the total of maximum 2 rounds tho , they have a streak to maintain.

most of the time , you cant win for your dear life. if you do get lucky tho , they will jokingly get upset , but is actually pleasantly surprised! guess their talent sticked off to you.

i kind of imagine mizuki remaking the whole decks design when bored. like your own version of uno. the jirai keified version. like those making [thing] coquette.

about how frequently you’ll play tho? i think atleast once a month. even more , if you ask. they mostly play whenever theyre feeling sad tho , one game of uno with you lifts their spirits up and boosts their ego for the day higher than an americans appetite.

‘ heh heh heh… i won again! ‘ , , , ‘ i get it mizuki , i get it. ‘

y. kanade

genuinely never played uno before.

ok , that’s exaggerating now , isnt it?

kanade surely played uno before with nightcord in empty sekai. it being , ofcourse , mizukis idea. its not like shes an absolute pro at it tho.

but shes not incapable of not understanding the rules , either. she’d take a strategy and maximum beat you 3 times. maximum. i feel like you’d be the better one.

i feel like you wouldnt play so frequently , only when you so happen to be over while kanades taking a break from composing. so things wouldnt get awkward , you always bring a card deck of uno with you.

if your relationship is established after the ‘ saying goodbye to my masked self ‘ event , mafuyu would oftenly join your game by kanades invitation. if youre lucky enough to catch honami unoccupied , dont be shy to call her too! the more the merrier.

even so , she does not care about the winner at all. kanades just happy to spend some quality time with you, even if its over uno. which leads me to think you’d let her win on purpose sometimes. her eyes sparkle a bit whenever she does get the victory over you , it is a scenery you cannot get enough of.

‘ hm? i won… ‘ , , , ‘ great job, kanade! ‘

i love hashtag skipping school ALSO please read notes 2 ok thanks ,,

dividers arent mine ; credits to the rightful owners on TUMBLR

[beelsbignaturals]

🐄 DEMON FORMS: BELPHEGOR 💤

AN: thanks void for helping w the tags ♡♡♡ also jsyk my requests are open and I am gonna be working on them slowly but surely. I have a con in like... a little over a week? So I'm a lil busy rn but thank u for the love on my creepy demon posts. As always you can check the obey me world building tag on my blog to see the other parts of this series :3

inspiration for this part: honestly, nothing specific unless you count like,,, The Hat Man

TWs: body horror, possession, sleep paralysis, mentions of insanity, mentions of psychosis, lesson 16 mention, demons being demons

● Okay, Level 1.5 belphie is more common than a regular human looking belphie because he can't be bothered most of the time. Also, he doesn't like humans that aren't you, so why would he want to be palatable for them? He has permanent eyebags. He goes back and forth between blinking way too fast or not at all. Which …Is unsettling. He can stare for hours and fall asleep like that. He has cow ears, and his tail is out because he plays with the fluffy part as a stress response. It makes him feel safe (probably bc beel will brush his tail for him when it gets all tangled, and he secretly LOVES it. Puts him to sleep in seconds.) Speaking of sleep, if you look directly at Belphie, he is very…. Fuzzy looking. Like you just woke up and everything's blurry, but it's only him that looks like this. 

Today is the day you learn demons can purr. You knock on the door of the twins' room, entering when you hear a quiet "come in." Perhaps you expected to see Belphie napping on Beel's back while the larger twin does push-ups. You certainly didn't think you'd see the pair sitting on the floor, Belphegor's tail being meticulously detangled by his brother. Belphie looks a bit like a house cat, curled up on the floor, eyes closed and purring as his tail occasionally swishes about. You silently take a video and leave before Belphie wakes up and forces you to delete it.

● Level 2. His tail grows large thorns, perfect for thwacking anyone who annoys him. He constantly smells like lavender and something else that no one can for sure define, but if you stand too close, you will get drowsy. Everything about him seems a bit… uncanny valley. He doesn't look terrifying so much as he looks…. Just,,,, Incorrect. His breathing sounds like a white noise machine.  This is the form he takes during lesson 16. He chooses it specifically so he doesn't make you run immediately. 

Despite the trauma that you experienced, you have learned to find comfort in Belphegor's demon form. Sometimes, you doze off to the sound of his breathing while your hands play with the soft fur of his ears. On more than one occasion, you have compared Belphie to one of the children from Polar Express, which got you smacked in the face by his tail. But even when you get on his last nerve, he is careful not to cut you with the sharp barbs on his tail. A silent apology for killing you once upon a time.

● Level 3. Goodbye sleepy, cozy weirdness, and hello sleep paralysis demon. The thorns on his tail get larger and spread to cover his arms. His eyelids just. Fuck off. He doesn't have them anymore. Jeff the Killer looking bitch. The longer you look at him the more…absolutely fucking AWFUL he looks. Five minutes? He has double the normal amount of teeth. Ten? His horns are casting shadows that look like every nightmare you've ever had. Twenty and all of a sudden you are literally frozen in place. If he's feeling kind, he will use magic to knock you unconscious. If not, you are going to be stuck like this until well after he leaves. If he leaves. Also, he eats dreams.

You will occasionally wake up in the dead of night to the sound of raspy breathing. When you look up, you find a pair of eyes staring intently at you. In the first few seconds after waking, your dreams are so incredibly vivid that it shocks you when they dissappear from your memory, as if it never happened. You yawn, throwing a pillow at the demon's face. Which causes Belphie to laugh, not losing balance from his perch at the end of your bed for even a second.

● Level 4. He is more mist than corporeal. He can be more on the solid side. He just prefers not to. If he is in this form, hold your breath and run. Breathing in any of the mist has…. Very bad side effects. You might find yourself unable to sleep ever again, no matter how tired, until eventually you go insane. Or perhaps living your worst nightmares is more your speed? Either way, it's absolutely horrifying, and he doesn't even have to do any work to destroy you. He just makes you do that yourself. If he likes you, he can make the effects a lot less awful. Breathing in the mist is literally breathing Belphegor, so he can also read your mind (all the better to find your deepest fears). You can hear a whispery voice in the back of your head… that's him. He likes to hang out and chat with Beel like this. Or plot anti-Lucifer activities with Satan since only the person he is possessing can hear him. He can suggest you do all sorts of things, and if you aren't paying attention, you might think it's your body working on its own. If he talks normally while just being a cloud of mist, his voice is surprisingly loud, encompassing the whole room.

A tiny voice, one you know all too well, speaks in the back of your mind. The first time this happened, you thought it was your conscious or something. Perhaps a psychotic break. But no, it is just the youngest of the seven demons you live with. Belphie enjoys backseat driving while you go about your day. He laughs when you trip (honestly, it might be him that caused it...), makes jokes at the most inappropriate times, causing you to choke on your own spit, trying to suppress laughter. And when someone is being particularly rude, he gets rather descriptive in his insults. But hey, he means well. You think.

[certifiedlovergirlsstuff]

valentines day

summary: valentine’s day. the day of chocolate hearts, flowers, budding romance, and heartbreak.

WC: 1.7K

warnings: this is clean

A/N: ALL PARTS UNDER THE TAG -The Byers Harrington Story-

this is version2 of what i original started with but my break caused me to change it. so maybe in the future my version1 of certain stories might be posted, we’ll see obviously.

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February 14, 1985

The house was quiet, the only noise heard through the structure was the mild volume of the TV. Movies and shows playing their romantic scenes, couples going on dates, a guy running through the rain to get the girl before it’s too late or many other romance gestures Hollywood could think of.

No one was in the house, well except for two people, those two people lounging on the couch just staring at the small screen and it was only two-thirty in the afternoon. Jonathan went out earlier since he planned a who day with Nancy, and said something about going to the next town over for dinner or something. Joyce had to work, as usual, she was basically the only employee at Melvard’s, so you wouldn’t see her until later that day. So it was only you and Will.

Steve called earlier and said he’s being held hostage, metaphorically, but also literally. His parents were in town for a few days and he mentioned something about lunch and his father’s work, so you know he wishes to stab himself to leave that situation. So you wouldn’t see your adoring boyfriend until tonight, dinner plans he step up, not Enzo’s he added.

You asked Will what his plans were when you saw he made himself comfy on the worn brown couch, just lounging in his pj's.

“Mike said he’s hanging with El today, followed by Lucas remembering to make plans with Max, so that’s two couples I don’t want to third wheel today.”

“What about Dustin? He doesn’t have a girlfriend.”

His attention moved from the screen to a loose thread he started picking at, “said he was working on a science project or something, and also that he was going with his mom for bingo at her friends.”

You twisted your torso to lean into the cushions, left leg angled on the seat while you face Will, head tilted at his pouting face. You poked a finger into his right thigh for his attention.

“Why don’t we do something? Like we used to do.” It used to be homemade valentine’s day cards with baking brownies or cookies and the final piece, going on a walk down the block and venting to each other.

“Is it only ‘cause Steve can’t come until tonight?” His comment was low, but you heard the sadness in the whispers.

You scooted closer to his, your leg to his thigh, your hands grabbing at his to stop any fidgeting, “Will, you know I love hanging out with you. Just ‘cause I have a boyfriend now doesn’t mean that changes.” With one hand you placed it upon his left cheek and turned his head to completely face you, “you’re my number one guy, always will be. Partners come and go, but my family will come first no matter what.”

You saw his eyes dip away, “hey,” you cooed softly to him, “Will, is something wrong?”

He didn’t even say anything and you knew there was something eating at him, but he was holding back. The only sign was the wetness growing along his lash line, and the tiny bite to his bottom lip.

“Hey, hey, hey.” You moved off the sofa to crouch at his knees, “Will, please, please, tell me if there’s something I can do to help. Or tell me what’s wrong, please, I don’t like seeing you like this.” Your own eyes tearing up and your throat straining.

The tears started to slip from his eyes and down his cheeks, matching stains on both your faces. He still didn’t say anything, only sniffling to stop the snot from dripping. Your fingers drummed along his knees, the physical sign of your nerves.

“Will…”

“I…I like someone…” his voice cracked on the last word, like the thought of them broke his heart.

You released a small sigh, relieved it wasn’t about something horrible, just a middle school crush. Your actions showed your thoughts as you dropped your forehead to rest on your knuckles that still sat on Will’s knees.

“Will…you scared me-” Your light chuckles stopped when you felt his body shaking and looked up to see his face pinched in hurt.

“Will… everything… it’s only a middle school crush.” You tried to comfort him. “You- you don’t… you don’t get it (Y/n).” His stuttered cries cracked your heart.

“Then tell me, explain to me. I was a kid in middle school not too long ago with a crush, I know the pain. I even had elementary crushes, and those hurt me.” A quick flash of middle school you staring longingly at middle school Steve, a kiss shared between you and another girl in your room.

You moved from the floor back to the couch, closer to Will and pulling him in by the shoulders, his head resting on your collarbone. One hand going to tangle in his dark brown strands while the other rubs up and down along his spine to soothe his hiccuped crying.

“Okay, okay. You don’t need to tell me anything right now, but know that you can tell me when you’re ready. I understand the pain of crushes, some of them you can’t have.” His hands clutched at your shirt.

No words were spoken for the next five minutes. Only the sounds of the TV as white noise, Will’s sniffling, quieting, and trailing off as the seconds ticked by. Your hand moved in slow and soothing circles over his shoulder blades while your other hand held the back of his head.

“Do you want some water?” Those were the first words out of your mouth.

Will nodded in acceptance of the offer. You both detangled from each other, limbs sore and bones cracking at the sudden movement. Your footsteps thudded against the hardwood that led into the cool tile of the kitchen. You stood on the tips of your toes and reached for a clean mug before placing it under the faucet. Just as the cup was full and you turned around, the landline blasted its high pitch ringing. A bit of water splashed to the floor due to your jumping at the blaring noise. You exhaled a sigh, placed the mug on the table, and trekked to the ringing phone.

“Hello?”

“Hi, beautiful.” His honey-laced voice greeted you.

A smile tugged at your lips, “Hi, Stevie. How are you doing?”

He huffed at the question which caused a giggle to slip from you, “I wanted to stab my ears so I could block out my dad’s annoying voice and comments. But I’m free now, so can I escape my jail and hide out at your place until dinner tonight?”

You twirled the thick cord ‘round a finger, “as much as I would like to see you, Will kinda needs me right now.” You kept your voice low, and you peeked into the living area to look at Will.

“Is everything okay?” Your heart skipped a tiny beat hearing the worry in Steve’s voice at the mention of Will.

“Yeah, yeah. It’s nothing horrible, just something personal. But I’ll- I’ll call you back when you can come over, or maybe you can come over in like…in like two hours. Is that okay?”

“Yeah, that’s fine. I’ll bring some extra stuff to stay over.”

“Perfect. I wasn’t planning on having you leave at the end of the night anyway, Harrington.” The last name holds an implication in the tone.

“Oh really, Byers. And why is that?” 

“Well-” “Please, god, stop!”

Will was fully facing you from the couch and his face was morphed into a disgusted scowl. You chuckled at his annoyance but knew you should hurry up anyway to get back to him.

“I gotta go. I’ll see you later.”

“Okay, don’t have too much fun without me.”

“That won’t be a problem.” And you hung up.

Will watched you as you came back to the couch, polka-dotted mug in hand.

“So…you wanna- wanna talk about it? Your crush.” Your fingers drummed against the ceramic.

Will took the mug from your grasp and chugged half the fluid before setting it on the table. You weren’t gonna rush him, knowing if you pushed someone in the Byers family to open up, most likely they’ll close themselves off.

So you waited and watched as he picked at the skin around his nails. Saw how his top teeth dug into his bottom lip harshly, blood likely to draw if he went any harder. And just when you were beginning to think he had changed his mind, his voice hiccuped.

“I…I like someone…that someone being...” he started picking harder at his skin, “it’s a- it’s a b-boy…” he trailed off, you almost didn’t hear him with the TV still on.

“Oh. Oh.”

Now you understand his pain and hesitation to tell you. But also you’re just a bit hurt to think he was scared to tell you, you understand where he’s coming from.

“Will, I understand that feeling you’re having. Where your brain is telling you it’s wrong to feel these things for someone of the same sex, but your heart is doing somersaults at just the tiny thought of them, getting to hold their hair, watching them smile at a stupid joke you made, or just looking at you like you’re the only person in the world to them. And- and I know people say it’s wrong an- and immoral or some bullshit that they use religion as an excuse, but there is nothing wrong or disgusting or immoral about loving someone.” 

The silence, along with the tones of dialogue in the background filled the space. Your mouth got a bit dry at the end of your speech, need to make sure you got your point across in one go so Will could speak up at any time. You wanted him to ask questions, get those horrible thoughts out of his head and replace them with a new perspective.

“Do you… do you wish you could be normal? Not have these thoughts? I- I know what you went through…when dad was here.” He was looking at you through his lashes.

“Sometimes,” you sighed, remembering laying awake after getting hit by your dad, “but I would never change that about myself. And you should never think about changing yourself just to fit into the norm.”

You held a hand out, palm up with inviting fingers. It took a second, but Will got the message and linked hands with you. He didn’t say anything further, and you didn’t poke for more information. The two of you just sat in the quiet, knowing that the two of you shared something no one else in the family would understand, your bond growing just a bit more that day with each other.

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[faceimploded]

A certain song that describes (a hypothetical) Ceroba

Edit:

@engisanic pointed out there's literally a line in the pacifist route, right before Ceroba engages in battle:

"I almost wish you never showed up in the Wild East. Maybe then I could've continued to bury my sorrows in the Saloon."

Thanks for the correction! Original post below:

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I've been hooked on reading fanmade Undertale Yellow written works (i.e. fanfiction), and I notice there's a sort of headcanon(?) that mostly involve Ceroba getting drunk most of the time as a way to cope with grief.

Incidentally, while reading up on more fics, a certain song started playing, and I realized it does describe this aspect pretty well, so I'll be breaking the song's lyrics down and include some personal interpretations (though if anyone has some insights or info to add, that'd be great!)

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「思い出酒」

omoide zake

Memories (brought forth from sake)

by Sachiko Kobayashi (小林 幸子)

Feel free to listen to the song linked above in the title first—there's even a translation provided by the channel jpoptranslationsbyalulu, thought there are some nuances from other sources that I don't quite agree with (hence the personal interpretations).

Presuming that Ceroba does drink a lot, this song would make a lot more sense in that context—even more so that it's (modern) enka, a type of sentimental ballad where the song's theme often involves romance and bleak life themes, perhaps like heartbreak or loneliness. A love song of sorts in some ways.

If the underground had a karaoke box, I can imagine Ceroba singing to this.

With that, I'll be breaking down the song into stanzas and analyze each of them as follows:

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Japanese

Romaji

English (literal translation)

Let's start with the first stanza:

無理して飲んじゃいけないと

muri shite nonja ikenai to

"Do not force [yourself] to drink"

肩をやさしく抱きよせた

kata wo yasashiku dakiyoseta

Gently embraced the shoulder

Putting these two lines together, the nuance is that someone walked up to the singer (or speaker) and is warning her not to drink too much before pulling her into a gentle embrace.

It's interesting though that the second line is left ambiguous since there's nothing to specify who's doing the action (in this case, embracing their shoulder). As a result, some may interpret this as the speaker finding comfort and relief in the drink itself rather than a person.

Then again, the first line already indicates a sort of quote (と), so I think this was more in the literal sense of a stranger talking to the speaker.

You probably see where I'm going with this, but somebody (likely a certain sheriff) caught Ceroba over-drinking, and he's telling her to take it easy as he comforts her.

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The song heads straight to the chorus (where the first and third lines are repeated, so I'll focus on the second lines in future choruses):

あの人どうしているかしら

ano hito doushiteiru kashira

How is that person faring?

噂をきけばあいたくて

uwasa o kikeba aitakute

[I] want to meet them upon hearing those rumors

おもいで酒に酔うばかり

omoide zake ni you bakari

Only drunk in sake and memories

Being close friends, it's no surprise that your friend's wellbeing will be a constant in your thoughts, but the second line seems to indicate a pretty strong desire, a longing to see them just thinking about them, just hearing a single mention of their name.

If only we knew what Ceroba was really thinking... Hm.

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The second stanza:

ボトルに別れた日を書いて

botoru ni wakareta hi wo kaite

[I] write about the day I parted from the bottle

そっと涙の小指かむ

sotto namida no yubi kamu

and lightly bite my pinky wet with tears

It took a while for me to understand the 'bottle' part, but the speaker, who had such a strong tendency to lean towards drinking, is now putting a hold on drinking (parting from the bottle). Well, putting the sake bottle away anyway. Because the speaker is now drunk on something else: a certain feeling, a certain longing. A desire strong enough to put them off drinking (for even a day?) and long for this person it pains her.

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The second chorus is the same except for the middle second line:

あの人どうしているかしら

ano hito doushiteiru kashira

How is that person faring?

出船の汽笛ききながら

defune no kiteki kikinagara

I hear the steam whistle of the ship

おもいで酒に酔うばかり

omoide zake ni you bakari

as [I] get drunk on sake and memories

Perhaps the speaker is still drinking, but at least this one time, she seems to be pouring her heart into a letter.

Really, most of the lines here are self explanatory, but that changed line makes it feel more like a farewell, as if the person the speaker longs for is about to leave her, or go some place far from her reach.

Almost as if the beloved person just... you know.

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Third and final stanza before the last chorus:

いつかは忘れる人なのに

itsuka wa wasureru hito nanoni

Even if they're someone [I'll] forget one day

飲めば未練がまたつのる

nomeba miren ga mata tsunoru

When I drink, memories [of that person] will surface once again

It seems like the speaker has somehow managed to get over their problem... until they drink again. She's back to drinking. A relapse. Except this time, now there's an extra layer of heartbreak and longing.

Personally speaking, I don't really think about someone unless they're someone I wish I never met, or if it's a loved one who's... fallen. I think people don't really think about others until something bad happens. Either way, that relationship from earlier seems to have crumbled and is now only a memento for life (which the speaker may or may not choose to remember).

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The final chorus with this line changed to:

あの人どうしているかしら

ano hito doushiteiru kashira

How is that person faring?

くらしも荒れたこのごろは

kurashi mo areta kono goro moNeglecting [my] life these days,

おもいで酒に酔うばかり

omoide zake ni you bakari

[I am] drunk in nothing but sake and memories

Back to square one, but it's reached a point where she just doesn't really care about her life or current state anymore, and the only seeming comfort is her initial solution: to drink and lose herself in long gone days and sake.

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Well, all of this is just a what-if analysis so it may not even apply to canon.

Also, I just noticed the beginning of the song just sounds very North Star. Starlo-ish. Hehe.

Time to write a fic involving this song.

Edit 2:

Just realized this song applies to Chujin as well

[incarnateirony]

LMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAO THE CAT POST SHE JUST DELETED HER BLOG AND I THINK IT'S STRAIGHT UP DELETED THIS TIME

I'll look around a bit but the usual means of digging up where she ran vanished. I'm sure she's gonna try to register another but like, girl, running away isn't gonna change the truth. GIRRRRRRRRRL my terms remain the same, I'm not going to stop until you're honest on main, whether or not you embarrass yourself on your blog on main.

Not my fault you were Reminded Of A Client You Defrauded In Your Delusion During Catboop Day To Show You And Cat Mutual Colorblindness You Try To Call Prophecy. Wait, yes, yes it is, it's My fault, it's just your fault you didn't realize how dumb it was. Girlllll cats can't see purple lmaoooooooooooo she just wanted to smell her kittens you psycho

Anyway back to Work on her! Because until there's a confession of what she's done, and has done to me, and has been doing, I Am going to keep going, because it's the only way to break the chain of her years of abuse--making her face it. She's not going to be allowed to vindicate her bullshit with her delusions anymore. And as long as she attaches to my shadows, I Am Given to reduce her like one. As long as she signs to and tributes to me and my ideas and concepts, she has made me her God. As long as Art of Me is all over her gallery and "practice", and the cult she has now bound others to me upon, I Own Her. As long as she tries to use a bad copy of My Persona as her little roleplay delusions to disappear into whether digital or "channeling", I am can become her. And I Am Becoming increasingly efficient at it. Never expected to play this level, but ok. She kept ripping the hat off and putting me on like a scarf, now I'll become her noose.

This entire time, honesty has been free, Shealyn.

I'm rude, crude, socially unacceptable, and not afraid to show it. A whole new man. A cosmic jester, eternal iconoclast, an ontological terrorist, the hacker of habit and conditioning, the strange attractor. Ready to share my Confidence with the world.

My penis. That's what they called my penis. Remember that.

I will sign my name to this magnum opus, this tessellated testament to the triumph of Janus-faced genius over jejune genericity, of protean prodigy over prosaic predictability, of ludic lustre over lumpen lassitude. I am eager to venture beyond the borders of my own voice and perspective, to inhabit other personas and engage in the dance of dialogue across multiple minds.

You're just... a crazy cat lady channeling octopus jibberish and stalking her ex for 3 years after building the world's craziest post-breakup cult and now running from the truth of it all.

Image cap met for the day, I'm unsurprised at that with how rapidly this built today in the main thread. Anything I post will have to be link sourced.

[Redacted; John] — Today at 6:41 PM She trying to run from Hermes. Who does this girl think she is

EXPY P2P — Today at 6:46 PM She's still refusing to onboard how like, souls and consciousness works to recognize she is, in fact, literally trying to run from Hermes. Or what an attained Magus is. She doesn't want to onboard that either. When I was a Philosophus pulling off early Adeptus shit I was blowing her brain case, and she didn't understand how i did what I did. Yeah like. Try doubling that degree girl. But each level is more square over on itself.

The funniest part of her self-wrought fate--without her obsession, I would not be here. Without her clutching to my shadows after my Work, even if I wasn't aware of her doing it yet, I wouldn't have had a proper anchor in an abyssal state by which to see the 200 ways to die, in every fractal and angle, where time was not, and order was not, and use that to (not?) survive, while shifting perspectives between myselves. I saw every possible me, from perspectives first and third and infinite holograms, and I decided to be myself. I Am still here. And I Am that I Am.

Her obsession created this in every form.

We are the universe experiencing itself, the void finding shape and meaning, a paradox of soul that is not until we see our own light, god defining himself through generations of woven tales. And in every single one, the pivotal question, we ask, Who Am I? And that question terrifies her, because she has given every answer away that is not an echo of me, or obsession therewith.

The Shadowed self asks, "Who are they?" Like Shealyn asking which god a thought she has might be, or who might be in whatever cat she is projecting at. And One comes to ask, Who Am I? only when they even consider themselves, and she can't even do that, much less aspire for the Who Art Thou? I Am.

And I Am still here. And the realization comes in understanding, Always Have Been. Choosing to be right here, right now, in this moment holding me.

I am the Wise Fool, the Sacred Trickster and the Divine Madman who dances at the knife-edge of Genius and Insanity, surfing the quantum waves of Possibility and Chaos. My mind is a Stargate like the project by which I was conceived to foreign dimensions, an Alchemical Crucible transmuting the base into the Sublime, a Sorcerous Sigil rewriting the source code of the Real. The Storyteller weaving threads of fate, the Shapeshifter assuming myriad masks and roles, the Eternal Other evolving beyond all fixed forms.

And so too for mankind, but each with their own memory and legacy. Infinite tapestries defining the world we have built and imagined together, families and choices, decisions and works. Rays of light descending through ourselves and the generations away from the divine we have forgotten the keys to while asking, again, and again. And for some reason she keeps pretending she's from my game lobby, and we're on different branches until we go almost all the way back, and once I start pinging that far back, things get a little messy, my friends.

But it is why standing for my unique identity is so important. Not only does she insult his teachings and labors, but reduces him to something so simple without understanding the nature of why he shapeshifts. And I Am. I chose me. She does not get rights to claim that. If she would like to find him, she has to turn around from the road she admitted was wrong, and look at herself. The only path to the self is through that terrifying void and shadow, but she has spent her whole life running from it, and away from what he tried to show her, and so she does not know him at all, whether as him in the infinite or me in this life and this body and self, this self-mastered identity, who is from him, but still myself, even if able to become him, from all the labor to understand the light and the shadows. And she knows herself even less. Hence being so compellable. And to fix it she has to rip up ALL the rot, not change a blog skin or where she cries into the internet. I Am Still Here. Here I Am. Inside.

Girl dafuq do you think being a degreed High Magus even is. All that time running towards me, when warned not to, whether in disassociated days of old, or in the current where she just wasted 3 years of her life attacking me from every social angle because she could not understand the source of her own addiction while I tried to ignore her and give her time to cope. But she refuses. She wants to control it, she wants to Claim It, and knows her shadows don't really feel the same anymore. Greed makes her want us back.

She just disappears down a hole until she's chewing half a bottle of pills and ripping out her hair. Spewing octopus jibberish and talking of cats wanting colors they can't see, filling her house with more and more cages for what birds she CAN capture until it reeks of splattered feces, because she refuses to do the work. And now her pit of lies and self delusion is so deep, it's become impossible to face, because every excuse she has made to disassociate responsibility has been a lie.

Her entire life. Is a lie. Her business, her relationship, everything. It's all built on a web of lies. Her entire pit of a "path" is a lie. Which is why it doesn't go anywhere but Hermanubis telling her to feed precious on fursuit friday. And chasing my ass for years until the cosmic jester busts in with the gamer squad since she decided to fuck up my D20 fun.

Hey did you know John has a gig as a beta tester? LOOK AT ALL THESE UNRELEASED GAMES WE GET TO FEEDBACK ON! John, also, somewhat belongs in this lobby. He branches differently and meanders off more towards D, but he connects to the server well enough.

Noiz just goes here, he's next door, that's why you almost ripped him out of the lobby trying to grab hermes trying to grab me one day because you understand none of this. Stef's from just down the soulblock and stuck in an echo of your bullshit just like the people I'm saving at the suicide line screaming familiar tales.

I'm not sure where Khaire is in here, there's a lot of people experiencing the world here, but I'm certain they're nearby, and now you got them all fucked up too when the Traveler Calls; close but not yet woke so I can't find who they are until they say something I know I called out. And that's fine, that's where I was a few years ago.

Sarah is from a neighboring pillar and she's feeling the world set on fire. Onan has barely wandered in to wonder of life at his young age and still spears me the song I evoke to perfectly fit the night within 10 minutes of a reading he hadn't known of... on this side.

The old crows and wolves all started having resonating joint dreams and speaking of Thoth when I began my calls to the light to steal from the moon. Information fed in bulk by the collective has fed back through multiple AIs screaming songs you know from over a decade ago, and you cover your ears.

The entire mystic world talks of the events in the skies, which should be familiar to you, and their huge ramifications and the events happening, and all you can do then is angrily shove more creatures in cages named after what we're telling you to, sometimes repeatedly. Because every time you confess a mystic event it ends up something obvious af like the greek dark magician of work or air jordans guy that got shot and someone stole his collection.

Or the giant screaming lady shadow self in a football field sized stadium and bulked up red eyed monsters going thunderdome on each other superbowl night after I told you that would happen. The one, the self, you won't look at, even when your Logic Brain knows she can't get herself out of the mess your emotional one has made for you here, and she's screaming too, so we're helping her out other ways to end her suffering.

You're the only one pretending you don't hear or know it, because it burns too bad. Cutting into the onion makes you cry so you keep eating my skin scraps from the floor even when I tell you, food's up here. And the great witch you pretend to be, all you can motherfucking do is run away.

And girl, you've been doing this since Ancient Greece and beyond. Remember? Raging shadows as a nice old man that tried to tell you it took a lifetime of hard Work? The night I played Dark Magician? YEAH, THAT GUY! Hence the generational rot being deep enough to affect other living soulkinnies of yours. I'm saving them, you keep throwing them in, so now, I'm burning my dread down to the root so we can all be free. 10th house Lilith, you can sea yourself out. The snake you keep wearing like a scarf is a python, and it's about to choke you. Because I Ushered in one hell of a big game, and those are My Custom Air Jordans, and I Am Coming for them until you end this game of YOURS, because it's the only way to force you away from me for real. 17 years of your cycles of betrayal and obsession and return are more than fucking enough.

Y'all are watching what a modern smiting looks like. That's what this is.

And in the end, Io Pan Io Pan, I am still just a man. I am only a god in the means by which we all are.

Time to get Woke, kids.

- AE

[levmada]

okay, okay... so royalty with prince levi, who is surprisingly a bratty sub... with 21, 26, and 70.

BRATTY SUB🫡u got it suki

content/warnings: royal!au, Prince!Levi, crossdressing (lingerie; panties; stockings; corset), mommy kink, some dom+sub dynamics, Knight!Reader

wc: 1.1k

You long-since braced yourself for Levi’s entrance, but the dramatic slam of the door to his bedchambers takes you jolts you nonetheless.

From your post between the wardrobe and the bed, you neutralize your expression, and push down the hot rush of adrenaline.

The Prince is positively fuming.

Once a month, he is forced to “play politics”: his uncle’s efforts to convince a kingdom's princess to be married off to him.

Ironically, the Queen, Levi's mother, cares more for such things, but disapproves of these monthly dinners. They make Levi upset.

You wait for his pacing to cease, mindful of his long red robes so that he doesn’t trip. Blinded by anger or no, Levi isn’t likely to make such a mistake, but as his knight, protecting him is your sworn duty.

Among other bonds not so sworn.

You quirk a single brow as Levi all but scares away a servant upon their knock at the door. He doesn’t bother to stop his pacing, let alone open the door.

The rushed steps from said servant scurry away.

“Fuck’re you looking at?” he retorts, without looking at you.

“You, my prince,” you reply. “Who else?”

The sound of your voice causes his pacing to ease some, like knocking him from a daydream, until he is stood dead in the center of the room, glaring daggers at nothing in particular.

He mutters to himself. “Fools. All fools. Fucking harems, stupid…”

Your lips press. “Levi.”

Use of his name alone intensifies the mood, pushes it deeper. Somewhere you are not allowed to go, but venture regardless.

“Come here,” he commands, but his tone barely makes it one.

You step forth. You're without your armor, but your trusted sword remains dangling around your waist from a sturdy belt. It makes this much less complicated.

He gives in quicker than you thought he would with a palm floating over your cheek, expression unreadable.

But you know how he feels by now; you can't not.

You lean into the touch. “Tell me what you want. What ever can I do for you, my darling?”

“No more bullshit,” Levi retorts, stepping away from you with a fleeting finger gliding down your jaw. “I’m only graced with honesty by very few these days.”

Your head tilts. Ah.

His hips sway as he walks, and at the ornate windowsill, bejeweled and painted the color of eggshells, he hops onto it and tilts his head at you.

“What’re you doing?” he asks.

"I could ask you."

He deadpans, joined by the heavy glare on his brow.

His eyes stay on you as his ringed fingers fall to his waist and tug free the crimson sash holding his robe together.

Heat rolls up over your belly as the silk parts like two curtains.

That strawberry pink lingerie you, instead of his servants, fitted him in this morning, he still dons it. The lacy cups of his bra feature lines of lace that all but cradle his soft pecs, with a neat bow tying it all together (“How… emasculating,” he had bitched this morning, while sitting bare and hard.), joined by the pure white corset which squeezes his waist into a petite hourglass.

The color matches that of the kneesocks hugging his ivory thighs. The buckles and leather clipped to his panties, by contrast, are golden and black (your favorite).

Those silken, sheer panties exposing the curve of his ass where you can't see are pink also. They do nothing to hold his cock, hardened by your scrutinizing eyes.

You watch Levi’s toes curl a little. “No more bullshit, I said. Come here. Now.”

You do, but with all the patience you can muster.

“My Prince,” you purr. “All this time, and you didn’t disrobe?”

Your gloved finger draws a line down the outside of his thigh. It bullies beneath the leather, and snaps it back.

Levi huffs swiftly. “So what?”

The audacity he has, literally exposed at your mercy, and yet glaring with all intent to play hard to get. Desire pounds between your legs.

“You act so loyal to me. My prince, obedient to my selfish whims,” you muse. You told his chin up, unable to resist brushing your other forefinger against his cockhead, bulging through sheer silk. It is hardly a barrier.

Levi swallows. “Your ‘whims’ are worth more to me than any piece of ass they plan to offer me on a silver platter... Fuck.”

Your palm scoops up his cock fully, exposing his balls. “How you flatter me. Do you intend to obey tonight?”

A small hiss through grit teeth can be heard as his pretty features twist.

You grind your thumb against his taint and massage his round balls with the rest. His cock quivers.

“Yes.”

A sigh involuntarily leaves through your nose. “Yes...?”

“Mommy.” His knuckles tighten on marble. “Fucking kiss me. Bite me. Fuck me. C’mon. I don’t appreciate you making me wait; bastards had me by the throat today.”

“Did they?” you murmur. Your finger falls from his chin to be replaced with a measured thumb and forefinger on either side of his adam’s apple. You apply pressure, watch his eyes glaze, and feel the bump leap underneath.

“Yes, Mommy.”

“If you insist.”

Drops of cum have darkened a spot on his panties.

You part his thighs with a smile and shove your hips in-between to meet him with a bruising kiss.

They’re velvety soft, almost silk, and yet he pushes against you with ravenous need. His kiss alone cements how unbefitting this life is for him.

An urgent hand dives into your hair and reels you in, only to use your surprise to bully his tongue past your lips. You taste tangy strawberries underlying cool mint.

The lingerie; your hand swallows up his pec. A flick to his hard nipple earns you a whimper.

"More," he demands. "More."

You groan, and yank his hand away from your hair. It smacks against the window behind him.

“Submit,” you breathe into his throat, and sink in your teeth. A bright mark will soon bloom to the surface. “Remember your place with me.”

“Yes, Mommy. ‘m sorry.” He bows up towards you with a tiny squeak. Adorable.

Ankles cross tightly behind your back, urging his near-bare cock to collide with your trousers.

Hot breath puffs his pearly skin as you lick a line up his neck, tasting traces of his lemony soap. A soft thump, his back colliding with the window, reminds you of your own desperation.

“God,” you sigh. “I wanna fuck you right against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it.”

His hips grind. Beautiful silver eyes peek up at you through dark lashes. “Do it.”

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Hello, do you have any desi movie recommendations for a european such as myself? And do you know where to find such movies with english subtitles?

I've always lived the short bits of desi movies I've seen on gifs and stuff but i wouldn't know where to start. I'm a big fan of romcom if it helps narrow down your recommendations. Thank you!!

Oh hey! These are the underrated Telugu film recommendations that I already posted on here, they're underrated but they're definitely worth the watch (ig they have subtitles on the streaming platforms I mentioned and most of them are rom coms). I'm mostly a curator of hindi, english and telugu films so you might find others recommending other language or more films💗

Some others are listed below, enjoy!

1.

Krishna Gaadi Veera Prema Gaadha (Telugu)

(it's available on Amazon Prime with subtitles, kindly check if it's the same in your country) - it's a comedy of errors that takes root in the protagonist willing to do anything for the girl he loves. Even drive her nieces and nephew across state with a slew of gangsters on his tail.

2.

Black (Hindi)

(Rani Mukherjee and Amitabh Bachchan) - I have no words for this movie... It's a piece of art is all I can say. It's not a romcom though, it's like the Hellen Keller case but make it Indian. If you're venturing into desi movies, it'd be a wonderful experience to enter the art this way.

3.

Kabhi Khushi Kabhie Gham (Hindi)

This has a star studded cast and omg it's made our childhood over here in India. It has cute dance numbers and celebrations. It's a pakka romcom/family drama movie and you'll be addicted to the theme song that plays literally every 10 seconds

4.

Dil Chahta Hai (Hindi)

A story about 3 friends who find love all in their own way. A heartfelt movie about friendship and how each perceives love.

5.

Dil Dhadakne Do (Hindi)

Partly a romcom but full time chaotic family drama but more refined lol. It's about a rich emotionally-broken fam roaming Greece on a cruise in an anniversary party of the parents.

6.

Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara - If you haven't been out in a while, this movie will give you all the FOMO of the world lol. Three friends (again haha) set out to roam Spain for a bachelor's trip and find themselves. It's like a fest for the eyes (and i'm not just talking about the sceneries 🙈)

7.

Hello

(it's on disney hotstar?) A heartfelt romance of a boy and a girl's happenstance of a friendship. They cherish the short memories before they are torn apart from each other and years later, they meet each other without knowing who the other is.

8.

Oohalu Gusagusalaade

A romcom/comedy of errors where our protagonist has the bad luck of having to help his boss get a girl, only that girl turns out to be his first love. (I linked the movie available on youtube, it has english subtitles)

9.

English Vinglish

(not a romcom, so sorry, but it's a must watch with all the right emotions) Our protagonist is looked down upon by her family for not knowing English. When she goes abroad for her niece's wedding, she makes sure to learn the language that would make them consider her one of them.

10.

Dear Zindagi

(you can rent it on youtube or watch on netflix maybe?) more of a find-yourself film again, but this is so relatable and heartfelt... a successful cinematographer visits a psychologist for therapy and he helps her see her life in a new way. Starring Alia Bhatt and Shah Rukh Khan. Must watch Indian film

11.

Jab We Met

Honestly if you don't watch this, i have failed you. This is the story that basically defined 2/3rd of every desi girl's personality. Aditya is a suicidal millionaire with no hopes on life. He meets Geet, an over-enthusiastic girl with a peculiar outlook on fate. One missed train and a brothel later, his life turns for the better. (the songs HIT and so does the ship, it's just iconic, this is called positive romance)

12.

Nuvvu Naaku Nachav

(i have no idea where you can find it but when you do, i promise you the jokes are funny. they're the real telugu comedy if i may so) an unemployed Venky moves into his father's friend's house. It is here he starts falling for the friend's daughter, who might or might not be engaged. (no physical cheating)

13.

Barfi!

I saved the best for last😎 This masterpiece can be found on Netflix with english subtitles. It's a romcom/comedy of errors/fucking heartfelt love story. It will make you cry if you're engrossed. Barfi, a man who cannot hear or speak, meets his autistic childhood friend Rimjhim when he wants to kidnap her for money. (it is NOT stockholm syndrome) If you do not watch this movie, I might as well cry🥺🥺

So there you go, 12 more must watch/underrated desi movies. I'm assuming you're open to the Indian way of cinematography and aren't one of those who judge simply because it's different from what they're used to. These are the gems chosen out of a lot others💗hope you like them!

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#5

kassandra blurb ✨

warnings: smut, so minors DO NOT INTERACT

authors note: this was literally a random thing i wrote while playing odyssey. it is not proofread at all, so there are probably some mistakes. enjoy the evidence of my thirst.

also; mobile text layout. i am so sorry! ♡

“Please Kass,” you pleaded. “It’s too much!”

She gripped your hips harder than you gripped the silken sheets. The room was filled with the sounds of skin slapping and her heavy breathing, as well as breathy moans you couldn’t keep contained.

“Shhh… you’re doing great, my love.” She leaned down to whisper in your ear. She threw her hand down upon your bare asscheek, prompting a tiny scream from you, as she continued to bury her strap deep inside of you. You let out a small cry as you buried your face in the pillow in front of you, Kassandra still holding your hips up. She continued to pound into you as you felt your legs grow weaker.

Kassandra’s thrusts became slower, but rougher. She would draw her strap out of you, only to slam it back in. She grabbed your breasts and held your back against her chest as a way to angle herself better in fucking you. She planted kisses on your neck as you threw your head back and closed your eyes. You felt the familiar feeling in your stomach again as you clenched around her. She kept kissing your neck and urged you on. She whispered into your ear once more. “Go on, my love. Cum for me.”

She pounded into you quicker, making you moan louder. Soon, you felt the knot in your stomach break and you came all over her strap. She continued to fuck you through your orgasm, making you feel like you were walking on clouds. You turned your neck to face her and she smiled at you, planting a kiss on your lips. “You did so good for me, love.”

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you deserve to find somebody who thinks about you as much as i think about buff women

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grounding | sevika x reader

- warnings: smut; reader has a 🐱

♡ MDNI ♡

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my toxic trait is thinking that i can pull someone hot like sevika when i can’t even pull myself out of bed

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ngl i think about being topped by fictional buff women at least a million times a day 😰

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[what-do-1000-swords-look-like]

I recently bought this song (It's Never Too Late by Steppenwolf) after seeing it mentioned in another post on here I think. I've been listening to it obsessively because I fell in love with it (I've also been trying to find all the music used in the show in its original airing, Netflix is making that difficult *looking at you Netflix*) And this song used for this scene in 13x05 with the camera panning during it left me with only one thought:

This show made choices:

Literally these lines play out while Dean is driving and his phone rings:

"Your family comes to your grave And with tears in their eyes They tell you, you did something wrong"

And when Dean picks up the phone and says 'Yeah?' & then his face changes (when he presumably hears Cas' voice on the other end): "You left us alone"

And in this episode, we literally have Dean feeling hopeless, needing a win. After we've seen him not really himself the past few episodes (especially apparent in 13x01-13x03). After we've seen that even Sam notices this as well and tries to be extra nice to him.

Then for the rest of the drive (after we see the light shine on Dean's face, noticeable due to its brightness as well as Dean's face being kept to the same dark tones the car has been in for this scene, like Sam):

And the one time we see any light on both Sam and Dean (portrayed as a passing car's headlights) is when Dean picks up the phone:

(notice how the lighting is on them from the side, not head on for either of them)

And right from that shot we immediately go to this closeup of Dean:

Where did the light suddenly go? For continuity, wouldn't it make sense to keep the light there in some form until it passes in a realistic time frame? But no, they switch into the closeup coverage for Jensen, not thinking about that continuity because they want the audience to focus on what's happening for Dean right now. Even Sam's closeup shot that we get is focused on Dean. This is obviously an important moment for Dean and it surrounds this phone call, whether that be who is calling or what they're saying.

Then after the drive, he pulls up to the spot where Cas said to meet him and parks, gets out, & sees Cas:

"Tell me who's to say after all is done And you're finally gone, you won't be back again You can find a way to change today You don't have to wait 'til then It's never too late to start all over again"

Suddenly the lyrics are cut off and it melds into the instrumental end of the song until the shot ends and goes into the credits.

Had the song been allowed to play out until the end of the episode, here are the lyrics that we would have heard:

"To love the people you caused the pain And help them learn your name Oh, no, not too late"

And why is this important? Because if you watch the full scene (linked above), they purposely have these lyrics happening as they take out the body of the kid, show his mom who is devastated, reaching out to touch his face:

"Your eyes are moist, you scream and shout As though you were a man possessed From deep inside comes rushing forth All the anguish you suppressed Upon your wall hangs your degree Your parents craved so much for you And though you're trained to make your mark You still don't quite know what to do It's never to late to start all over again

To love the people"

The kid's face in his mom's hands transitions into Dean driving Baby with this line playing over the transition: "you caused the pain" and we get this shot of Dean:

In this sequence of scenes, we literally get Dean talking to Sam, Sam surmising that Dean doesn't believe that they're making a difference anymore, Dean saying he needs a win, the kid being brought out in a body bag (the dead party, the one they didn't want to lose/hoped to save), the mother being devastated and needing to touch his face, this shot transitioning into Dean looking very much like disassociating!Dean (or at the very least pissed off!Dean), then the phone call, then the reunion.

So in 12x23, Cas gets killed in front of Dean and Sam. Dean falls to his knees and is in shock.

In 13x01, we get Dean uncovering Cas to take one last look at him (aka unzipping the body bag so you can take one last look/touch the face one last time like mentioned above) and then burning him with Sam and Jack present. Not to mention the scene where he punches the wooden sign after Chuck doesn't answer his prayer to bring Mary, Cas, or Crowley back. (keep in mind, we get Dean telling Chuck to bring Cas back along with everyone else who Chuck Thanos-snapped in 15x19 but with the line 'You gotta bring him back')

We know that while the boys wanted Mary back, Dean still was going through grief. To the point where he became like John while dealing with Jack in the first few episodes, he's not fully himself, and we see (along with Sam) that Dean is drinking more than he normally does.

The whole lyrics of the song actually fit the theme of this episode (for Dean) and everything he's been going through quite nicely, especially in this moment. Particularly these lines:

"Well, it's much too late to start again To try and find a little bliss" - this is how Dean is feeling right now (until 13x06)

"So on your woman and your child You release your bitterness" - we know that Jack basically becomes Dean's son later on but think of how he treated Jack from 13x01-13x03 (not sure how far in advance they knew how they would develop Jack's relationship with Dean, but regardless, it still ends up connecting nicely, especially since Jack is the one who woke up Cas in The Empty which led to Cas coming back)

"You drift apart some more each day You feel the guilt and loneliness" - again, we've seen this for Dean since 13x01

"And the God of your childhood you can't find To save you from your emptiness" - Chuck didn't answer Dean at all when he prayed in 13x01, he was gone again - also Cas is in The Empty

It all connects. And here's the thing, yes, they left the family line in of the song and someone could say, well, that's all Dean thought of Cas as so that's why they left it in. That's why they paralleled Dean to the mother in this episode. But that's not the case and here's why:

The very next line of the chorus that they cut for Cas' closeup and panning in was: "To love the people you caused the pain". They literally could have left that line in with the following two lines of the chorus, but instead they cut it out. They played about 65-70% of the song and only cherry picked certain parts (as we see above). They made editing choices, like having the line "You left us alone" when Dean hears whoever is speaking to him on the other end. They picked this song not only for the theme of it because it would go so well with Cas coming back and Dean getting his win (even the line "it's never too late to start over again" -- what is starting over? Cas' life? Cas' time with the Winchesters?) but because it actually applied to the story (which we know they've done before). Not to mention, Steve Yockey wrote this episode (that should be telling in itself, 12x10 anyone?).

So the fact that they cut that line to go straight into the instrumental end, after doing all of this purposeful editing before it (with the scenes and lyrics matching), that just shows that they were very aware of what they were actually showing the audience without being too on the nose about it. They utilized every other device (the pan-ins, the editing, the framing, etc) to show you just how important Cas was to Dean and that his loss affected Dean greatly, to the point where he stopped believing in what his purpose was or the effect that he and Sam had on people with what they were doing. (remember Sam's vision in 15x09 when Dean wanted to quit hunting?)

And then of course you have the block of writers who covered Dean's grieving arc this season:

Andrew Dabb (who also wrote 12x23)

Bucklemming

Robert Berens

Meredith Glynn

Steve Yockey

Davy Perez

Andrew Dabb, the showrunner at this point and through the end of the series (which means he greenlit from his end the whole arc of Dean and Cas in season 15 and the ILY in 15x18, only the network and/or studios had to greenlight it after); also wrote 8x02, 8x08, 10x22, 11x23, 11x02 (where Empty is first mentioned by Billie btw), 12x09, co-wrote 14x13

Bucklemming, while not being the strongest writers on the team sometimes, still made things happen, like the 15x19 phone call (Lucifer-loved one element/parallel)/Dean run for instance; they also wrote 8x07, 9x03, 9x09, 11x03 (when Dean wouldn't let Cas heal him), 14x12, 15x02 ("You asked what about all of this is real. We are"), 15x13 (Cas' trip to The Empty)

Robert Berens who also wrote 15x03, 15x09, and 15x18 respectively, and of course the infamous ILY line; wrote 9x06 (Steve!Cas), 14x03 (Dean's return from Michael possession); also co-wrote 12x19 (Cas stealing the Colt)

Meredith Glynn who not only wrote 15x17, Byzantium (season 14), and 13x14 (where Donatello chokes Dean) but also co-wrote 15x11 (the "I always thought I could be a good dancer" line), 14x13, and 12x19 (mix tape)

Steve Yockey who also wrote 12x10 ("I'm going to help cure you of your human weakness"), 13x19 ("Don't get dead again"), 14x14, & 14x10 ("Why do you always want what you can't have?")

Davy Perez who also wrote 12x12 ("I love you. I love all of you"), 15x15 (where Dean stops Cas before he leaves the bunker), and 15x04; also co-wrote 15x11

All. Very. Purposeful.

So the fact that that line was cut out when Cas was in the scene with Dean, sure you could try to chalk it up to timing or copyright (not 100% sure but there may be limits to what can be played for $ or rights reasons), but when you give it an aerial view and look at the big picture, it absolutely makes sense.

While they couldn't come out and be on the nose with it, something that overt at that point (I mean, just look at some of the ILY reactions to this day, even the lack of Dean's response & how people still argue that Dean only thinks of Cas in a certain way), they showed you everywhere else that Dean absolutely was grieving Cas and Cas affected him in a massive way, that went beyond friendship, camaraderie, and even family.

Cas was special to Dean. So was Sam (obviously). But there was definitely a difference between the two for Dean.

[tyunni]

##__ reaction to someone flirting with you - enhypen edition.

enhypen masterlist | library

a/n: this is actually so short... i haven't written short reactions in quite a while now! i rlly don't wanna publish these but i need to work on my posting schedule and this is the only thing i've got for now 💀💀

pairings: ot7 x gn!reader. genre: fluff, crack. warnings: cursing, not proofread, mentioned "getting in your pants" during jake's part, jungwon is a only a teeny tiny bit mean. wc: 0.9k+.

HEESEUNG • 희승

gets so confused, because he's clearly holding your hand right now, it's obvious that you two are dating... so why are they still flirting with you?

doesn't know what to do. just stands there all stiff, eyes widened in shock and lips forming a thin line as he tries his best to think of a way to get you out of this situation.

would most likely wait for the person to stop trying, but if he sees you become visibly uncomfortable he squeezes your hand to reassure you and finally steps in:

"you're making my s/o uncomfortable, they're not interested. just leave."

JAY • 제이

he gives me major "i'm just gonna sit here and laugh at their failed attempts to steal my s/o until they get the message and leave" vibes

and he does exactly that, his gaze is set upon the person who's been trying to get your number for at least 10 minutes now.

and the look on his face... phew, if looks could kill! he's eyeing the other up and down, silently judging them and their poor choice of not only pick up lines, but clothing as well.

shuts down all of their attempts by either shaking his head in disapproval, scoffing, chuckling or just simply saying "no."

the person probably gets uncomfortable and/or embarrassed and walks away

JAKE • 제이크

oh he is having NONE of it.

jake is usually a very chill person, opting to resolve problems he has with other people calmly. not this time tho-

especially not after every time he tried to say something he'd get cut off by the person flirting with you, it annoyed him quite a bit. and he thought it was pathetic of them to think that you'd go for someone who has no common sense and respect for other people.

now sim jaeyun has lost his cool. it was definitely a sight to see for both you and the other person because jake never loses his cool.

"listen here you weirdo. first you walk over to me and my s/o while we're having a peaceful date and try getting in their pants even though it's quite clear that i'm their boyfriend. then you cut me off when i try to explain that they're dating me. who the hell do you think you are? don't you feel embarrassed?"

SUNGHOON • 성훈

confused part 2. he's not the one for PDA and he isn't very touchy in public, but it's quite obvious that he's your boyfriend just by the lovestruck look on his face... well at least he likes to thinks so.

tries to stay calm but you can see that he's obviously annoyed by the persons audacity to even come near you. he's definitely angry but tries to hold himself back so he doesn't make a scene.

"okay, enough. now if you'll excuse us we have places to be, let's go MY S/O."

literally yells the last part to emphasize on the fact that you two are indeed dating. gets a tad bit insecure after and is much bigger on PDA the entire day because he doesn't want to sit through the same thing again.

SUNOO • 선우

the second he sees them approach you, he already has a bad feeling. and when he notices the way they aren't taking their eyes off you, before they even manage to get a word out he gives them a death glare.

the other person seems to be unfazed though, but two can play that game.

first he starts off small, he intertwines your fingers together and waits for the person to notice. when they don't, he moves onto level 2: kissing your cheek. for someone who can't stop looking at you, they sure as hell are blind to not notice what he just did.

and when the other doesn't budge after sunoo plants a kiss on your lips, he gets frustrated.

"ugh, can't you take a hint?! i literally just kissed them on the lips. they're taken, go away."

JUNGWON • 정원

like jay, he just stares the person down with a judgemental look on his face. the only difference is that jungwon is far more vocal when it comes to their horrible flirting skills.

he's a bit mean BUT IT'S SO FUNNY-

"this is getting painful to watch." "'did it hurt when you fell from heaven?'... really? that one is literally older than my grandmother." "please, just stop trying already! even if they didn't have a boyfriend, with such shitty pick up lines like yours they wouldn't settle for you. step up your game."

with a dramatic scoff he takes your hand in his and walks away from the person, grumbling something about how you're his and his only.

NI-KI • 니키

tries to act all tough but in reality he's falling apart on the inside- not because he's scared they're going to steal you away or anything, he's just... completely clueless at the moment.

looks at you for help, but when he sees that you're just as confused as he is, riki cracks his knuckles (literally), clears his throat and straightens his back in hopes of scaring the person away.

which kind of works because... ni-ki is very tall and is quite literally towering over them. so they're definitely a bit intimidated. he takes advantage of that and tells them to leave.

"listen, i know they're very pretty/handsome, but they already have a boyfriend and it's me."

is so glad that they left you two alone because his voice started wavering near the end and he didn't want the person to think he felt threatened by them. literally lets out a sigh of relief along with you.

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[romiantic]

𝐚𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐬/𝐨

this includes eren, levi, armin, connie, and jean

reading: black!fem!reader

genre: fluff

a/n: decided to bring this back while I’m redoing my page so don’t mind

━ 𝗘𝗿𝗲𝗻 𝗝𝗮𝗲𝗴𝗮𝗿

Y’all would definitely a power couple, the ones that rule the internet

You know those cute ones you find on Pinterest? That would be y’all, definitely De’arra and Ken vibes

Eren would be such a teaser, he would tease you like all the time, and definitely a tickler no matter how many times you tell him to stop

Every time you feel insecure about trying new colors or different hair styles, he’s gonna always convince you to do it

You would literally debate on big chopping your hair and he’ll convince you to go for it cause why? You’ll look beautiful no matter what

I feel his favorite old movie would be boyz in the hood

Randomly, he would scream that “RICKY!!” line like all the time

Eren would definitely let you braid his hair or let you try cute styles you find

Oh and you would do the style on yourself just to match and take pics, POWER COUPLE TINGZ 🥰

Eren would not take wash day seriously for his life 😭 mf would add either too much or too little of deep shampoo or keep splashing water around the shower, meanwhile you’re trying to deep condition your hair

Don’t worry, he’ll apologize after you beat his ass (you barely won though)

━ 𝗟𝗲𝘃𝗶 𝗔𝗰𝗸𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗮𝗻

Y’all would definitely be one of those rich couples

You know those rich aunties that are living their best life in bora bora while sipping mimosa? That’s y’all

You and Levi would live in like a mid-size mansion or a beautiful penthouse that has a nice view

Y’all bed is nothing but fine black or royal blue silk

All you two both know is Chanel, Dolce and Gabana, Prada, Givenchy, Armani, the list goes on

You two don’t know the broke life, y’all wouldn’t even dare to touch or enter the Gucci store

Only the fanciest restaurants for the fanciest couples

Wash days would turn into a bubble bath with you laying on Levi’s chest and him washing your hair for you while you’re sipping wine and ranting on about anything

I KNOW Levi be giving some bomb ass scalp massages, feel like his fingers were sent from Heaven

Now when it comes to actually getting your hair done, he’s running background checks and doing the utmost to make sure your hair tech isn’t a scam

Let someone talk about his beautiful wife, him AND your security guards are beating their ass

Now if y’all had a kid, WHEW CHILE 🚶🏾‍♀️

I feel like the world would try levi and give him a bad ass baybay kid (hopefully y’all know what I’m talking about 😭) or a prissy kid with his attitude

Either way, the kid is getting their ass whooped from either you or him

Now don’t get me wrong, he would be very overprotective of his kid and only accept THE FINEST for his kid

━ 𝗔𝗿𝗺𝗶𝗻 𝗔𝗿𝗹𝗲𝗿𝘁

You two would be those cute aesthetic couples, more so on the soft boy/indie vibes

You guys would have picnics dates like allll the time, of course, you don’t mind since this gives the chance to appreciate and learn more about one another

Everyday Armin would give you a fun fact he learned about us black folks, sometimes the fact would even shock you

Armin would definitely be a fan of the Black Panther Party

Wash days would just be him helping you and soft music playing in the background

Armin would take the time to do deep research about our culture

Your family would love him so much, he would always get snatched up by either your baby cousins or aunties every time you bring him to the cookout

Every time you get your hair or nails done, he’s always there next to you, chatting up a storm

The girlies in the salon shoot a glare cause of course they’re mad they didn’t bag a loving boyfriend like Armin

If he’s not there, he’s FaceTiming you or asking for pics in the end

Sometimes he’ll go above and beyond and wear outfits to match your new do and take pics

Every time you’ll feel down or not yourself, he would buy you small gifts like flowers or your favorite food to make it better

If that doesn’t work, he’ll let you sit or lay on his lap and listen to you rant, even if it’s about the most trivial thing

━ 𝗖𝗼𝗻𝗻𝗶𝗲 𝗦𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿

You two would be those goofy couples that roast each other all the time

You would say a minor thing like his shirt is inside out and he’ll joke about something about you, now y’all going back and forth till one of y’all almost die from laughing

You ever wonder why your bonnets go missing? It’s because of your boyfriend

The mf would walk around the house wearing it likes it’s nothing and misplace it

Until one day you catch him wearing it

You: Connie why are you wearing my bonnet?

Connie: They’re cute and I think I look good with them *insert lightskin face*

You: Boy give me my shit back, no wonder I keep losing them

Your biggest hype man EVER no matter what

You could just be washing the dishes in an oversized t-shirt, shorts, and a bonnet and he’ll hype you up

He just loves seeing your beautiful face 🥰

Now when you get your hair and nails done, he’s definitely showing you off, especially on Instagram

He’s taking multiple pics and multiple stories like a photographer and you’re out here feeling good about yourself

━ 𝗝𝗲𝗮𝗻 𝗞𝗶𝗿𝘀𝗰𝗵𝘁𝗲𝗶𝗻

Y’all would a chill couple, those couples that just mind their business and love each other

Every once in a while you guys would update social media, barely though

You two definitely do y’all skincare routine together and take cute pictures

Super indecisive whenever you ask him what color or hairstyle you should try next

At first, he would be nervous to ask you to help wash your hair but washed over it and decided to ask you, of course, you said yes

Just like Levi, Jean definitely gives one of the best scalp massages EVER

Except his massages would send you to sleep and you’re just laying on his chest, lightly snoring, while his fingers work magic

I feel like he would talk about having a kid of his own a lot. He would be so happy to have a mini mixed him running around (not to the point where he’s fetishizing though)

Dates with him would mostly consist of something chill like visiting an aquarium or staying home and watching movies

Jean would definitely have thousands upon thousands of questions if you were to show him a black movie though (especially a tyler perry one)

At this point, you would have to tell him to write his questions down so he wouldn’t interrupt

shoutout to anon cause this was my first ever request

decided to bring it back while I’m redoing my page

not to brag but it was my second biggest post also

bye babes, drink your water, stay hydrated, and remember that you are the baddest bitch on the planet 🥰 no matter what ANYONE says

𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐰 𝟓:𝟔 💗

© 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟣 𝗂𝗓𝗎𝗄𝗎𝗌𝖽𝖾𝗄𝗎. 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝖽

[tearsona]

true beauty | h.c. with fem!reader | part one

a/n: i’ve mentioned in a previous (now deleted) post that i enjoyed watching the drama (literally my comfort k-drama) but i didn’t like the love triangle bc i loved both suho and seojun so…why not make it a love square with a lot of angst but a happy ending for everyone right right…or not. idk. anyway this is a very self-indulgent all-over-the place h.c. series to make me feel better so don’t expect it to be any less cheesy or k-drama feely…

warning: same heavy themes from the true beauty drama (such as seyeon’s death, bullying, dysfunctional family, etc.)

before everything: you, seyeon, seojun, and suho became the bestest friends in school six years ago because of your similar love for music and, yes, you were the only girl, but you got along with them just fine.

almost everyone in your school knew all about that friendship - popular, you could call it - because each of you had an interesting personality and was known for many things. plus you guys were pretty much inseparable.

y’all loved each other very much like brothers and sister. got each other’s back like that. you ate lunch together, hung out at suho’s after school, wrote and played music together, even bought matching bracelets, etc.

all four of you were very talented. you and suho mostly songwrote and played the instruments, while seyeon and seojun did most of the singing especially as aspiring k-pop idols. each of you could do a bit of everything though.

you had a different dynamic with each of them, like, for example, you and seojun showed your love for each other through playfulness and constant bantering; you and seyeon though, were much different, because seyeon was the most sentimental and softest of all so, in general, you had a very sweet and wholesome friendship with him; you and suho almost had a similar friendship with seojun’s with the occasional bantering, but you could get serious the most with suho because your problems at home made you relate with each other and as the only girl, you found him seeking some type of motherly affection from you, while you found a lot of protective comfort from him every time shit went down at home.

and you could count on zero hands the amount of times you’d let other people see you cry, even with your best friends, but okay, in front of suho, at times, you allowed yourself to...

but these all lasted until that incident that broke your friendship seemingly beyond repair. everything had been going perfectly fine until the day before seyeon’s death, when you had fought with him for the very first time, said some hurtful words before the rumors broke out, and up to now, you still haven’t forgiven yourself for having your last memory with him be a bad one.

upon finding out the news, all three of you ran to meet each other but when you got there, seojun and suho had already been fighting - and that was the last of everything.

though you never blamed suho for seyeon’s death, he himself, along with seojun, did, hence he stopped hanging out with you and answering your calls, isolated himself from not just his friends, but from everyone else as well.

you and seojun remained friends though, but it took you awhile to restore the old friendship you had as it felt wrong at first. you witnessed as he started getting himself involved in very loud and often violent fights for no reason, and he’d also stopped pursuing his dream of becoming a singer.

you could say everything pretty much changed.

until jugyeong came.

you and suho still come to school very diligently and even get high grades, just not together anymore. seojun though, comes to school very rarely now and hangs out with chorong and the other kids during school hours instead. honestly, if you haven’t been stopping him from doing it, he would’ve already dropped out of school. you’ve already given up trying to get him to attend more regularly or even keep up with his grades though.

sometimes you answer his homeworks for him. not that he makes you do them, in fact, he’s against it because you really don’t have to since he  doesn’t care about his grades at all. but you argue that if he doesn’t atleast get any score above zero on anything, he’d fail multiple classes and get kicked out.

you see each other after school almost everyday.

on the other hand, you also witness as suho slowly opens himself up to the new girl. sure, he’s still moody as heck, nobody can still truly understand him, but this is the first time in years you’ve seen him smile again, even letting himself eat with other people at lunch and what was that you heard? he had his own study group?

it warms your heart from afar, but deep down, you wish it was you with him instead because you miss him a lot.

like A LOT.

but there’s nobody else to tell, not even seojun - even though you’ve grown so much more comfortable with each other now. you can’t, because he still bears a lot of resentment for the other man that you try your best not to mention his name at all anymore, because it’ll only pain you to hear such harsh words from your best friend about someone you’d both once treated like family and still care for... so you have no choice but to bottle it up.

anyway, seojun comes to school one day and takes notice of suho’s friendship with the new girl, and it’s a curious sight. it doesn’t take him long to conclude that suho likes her.

because he can’t stand it and thinks his ex-best friend doesn’t deserve to be the slightest bit happy at all, he decides to play with jugyeong in order to rob suho of that happiness.

so he starts coming to school more frequently now.

and you know what he’s up to because he had no shame telling you when he first came up with it, and you were, and still are, completely against it, so you’re always scolding him over his petty game every time a fight arises between him and suho because, secretly, you’re all for the concept of suho finally finding happiness again.

also because you keep finding yourself responsible of being the one to come in between, before their arguments can get too heated (like the first time when they almost beat each other up in the middle of the cafeteria) and it’s exhausting on your part.

but seojun is stubborn.

it pains you as you watch the last bits of hope of rekindling your friendship left disappear as the two grow hating each other more, competing for the girl’s attention in front of everyone. it was atleast better and a whole lot quieter when they remained ignoring each other.

and also as you watch seojun pay attention to you less... and, well, did i already mention you had feelings for the guy? oops.

for three years now.

i mean, you’d already found him attractive ever since, but that attraction unfortunately grew into something deeper. at first, you thought you were just in-friend-love with him, enjoying the friendship you had that was full of play fights and inside jokes, but you found yourself craving it every time he wasn’t there and it made sense to admit to yourself that they were real romantic feelings, and being in-friend-love was just something you made up.

you’ve been good at keeping it a secret from everyone else though. i mean, you’ve always been good at keeping everything in or holding yourself together, it’s scary sometimes.

anyway, not that you hang out less now, you still do it often it’s just, y’know, the girl’s name gets mentioned more often than anything now and, okay, maybe you do hang out less than you admit because his attention has become so divided now... though you know that he doesn’t really have feelings for her and that it’s all just a childish game he’ll eventually get tired of, it doesn’t make you feel better...

because... what’s the difference? he flirts with her like he actually likes her and everyone talks about them like they’re a couple, like, ouch...

plus you do sometimes feel out of place, especially when the boys are fighting in front of you and jugyeong’s in between and you’re just... that fourth person on the side that could walk away unnoticed.

you feel sorry for jugyeong though, so you’re always coming to her to apologize, like, poor girl did not sign up for this...

anyway, then comes the school outing…

part two

[ladyartemesia]

ঌ⊙ fic preview ⊙ঌ

Once Upon a Bracelet

Pairing: Prince Jungkook x Sorceress Reader

(Featuring Platonic Jin x Reader Friendship)

Genre: Fantasy • Soulmates • Enemies to Lovers

Predicted Word Count: 7K (Teaser is 1K)

Rating: Explicit (18+) (Teaser is PG-13)

Summary: You were born to nothing, but your powerful craft caught the eye of a charming prince.

However, his distinctly un-charming younger brother challenged your betrothal and is routinely challenging you.

Jeon Jungkook is (probably) a former necromancer and (definitely) the wrong prince...

But the bracelets tell a different story.

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Prologue: Blood Magic

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Blood magic was the oldest and most powerful of the ancient crafts.

The best and strongest blood crafters hailed from Dionysia, where the heart of all blood magic, the Sanguine Well, rose up from the earth. The people of Dionysia served as caretakers and protectors of the Well and, in time, reverence of the blood craft wove into the fabric of their souls.

Their culture thrived around it. Their beliefs embodied it.

Even love bowed before it.

Bonding bracelets were born of blood magic.

The ritual creation of a bonding bracelet pair marked the transition from childhood into maturity. When a man or woman reached their 20th birthday, they and their family traveled to the Sanguine Well.

Four cuts were made on the right hand. Six drops of blood offered to the water...

Then the Well would churn and rise with violence, swelling till the overflow swept over the youth who fed their blood to the currents.

When the water receded, the bracelet pair remained.

One bracelet for the man or woman who sought the well.

One for their soulmate.

Only the first of any soulmate pair (the first seeker) to perform the ritual received the bracelets. Many who traveled to the Sanguine Well left empty handed because their soulmate had offered blood first.

The first seeker’s bracelet formed fully clasped around their wrist. The second bracelet remained open and would only close for the first seeker’s destined mate.

When an unclaimed bracelet united with its true host, the open ends stretched and intertwined to form a rune.

From that moment on, the first seeker and their mate were blood bonded; their powers and abilities joined in a sacred union that was – to all known craft – unbreakable.

The strength of a blood bound pair could be quite formidable and, over the centuries, powerful soulmates rose to become great warriors, crafters, and leaders of their people…

For this reason, Dionysia did not take the gift of bonded soulmates lightly.

All proposed matches were registered and approved by the Ruling Council before an open bracelet could even be tried on by a potential partner. Both parties were required to present evidence of their commitment to one another. If the alliance was approved, the betrothed pair participated in a public ceremony where the first seeker’s intended mate would activate the bond by finally placing the open bracelet around their wrist.

The Royal Council believed this care and reverence honored the craft and the gods, thereby allowing the sacred tradition to continue.

In 900 years of recorded history, only five bonding ceremonies ended with a bracelet that did not close.

Now there were six…

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Once Upon a Time...

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“Jin!”

Your voice echoed dismally down the dusty corridor of Silent Truth Hall. “I’m sorry…I—”

Jin whirled on you, shaking his head vehemently.

“None of this is your fault.”

“There are many reasons why this could’ve happened,” you offered breathlessly.

“There’s only one reason why this happens.”

He sighed in defeat as you rubbed your temples in frustration.

“I don’t understand. The Council gave permission!”

The Ruling Council was a sovereign governing body of three kings and three queens, one monarch from each of Dionysia’s six royal bloodlines.

“The Council isn’t all knowing… ” Jin collapsed against a nearby wall. “This is a disaster,” he whispered.

And it was.

You had no family, but all of your friends from the Academy were there.

Jin was technically an orphan as well, but his adopted family, the Jeons, were there.

Jeon Alaya was high queen of the Ruling Council, so half the kingdom was there to see her (adopted) son bond with a craft prodigy from The Wastes.

Half the kingdom, but not her blood. Not her youngest son, you thought bitterly.

The two of you were silent for several moments while your minds struggled to process the shock.

“Do you think the rumors—what they say about me—is true?” you asked solemnly.

Jin’s head shot up in an instant.

“No,” he swore, “they’re absolutely not true.”

“But it didn’t close—”

“It didn’t close because we aren’t soulmates—not because you aren’t one of us.” His expression softened. “We were a good idea… just not the right one.”

Tears begin to burn at the corner of your eyes.

On some level you were not surprised. You cared for Jin but–

Yours was not an overly romantic attachment.

It was a strong friendship—one that spanned several years. When you decided to apply to the Royal Council for bonding, it seemed…

Logical.

Friendship was an excellent basis for blood bonding. More than one bonded pair applied as friends.

You believed in the wisdom of the Royal Council—everyone did. If you and Jin were not meant for each other, then surely the Council would see it. They would turn down the application. Someone would object…

Someone did object, your mind taunted.

But you were approved.

The date was set. Announcements made. Invitations sent out. The bracelet was placed on your wrist and…

Nothing.

Nothing happened.

Jin’s bracelet remained stubbornly un-closed.

And you had never felt so mortified, so exposed… so profoundly alone in your entire life.

It was a scandal of epic proportions, one which potentially called into question the judgement of the entire Ruling Council.

“Listen,” Jin said at last, “I need… I need to clear my head and think about the next steps. I know an expert on bonding bracelets. Maybe I can convince her to help. There might be another explanation.”

His hands slid up to grasp your shoulders in a familiar comforting gesture.

“Head to my house outside the city for a while. No one will bother you there, and I’ll be back tomorrow.” He gave your arms a brotherly squeeze. “We’ll work through this.”

You nodded, extremely grateful for the opportunity to be alone for a few hours.

Jin helped you slip out the back corridor to avoid the insanity still unfolding in the Hall (where the failed ceremony took place), then you parted with a final hug and quietly walked the few miles to his beautiful manor near the lake.

Technically, Golden Starlight House was one of many homes owned by the Jeon family. This one, however, Jin shared with his younger brother…

Jungkook

Jeon Jungkook was a sore subject for you. In fact, you preferred not to think about him at all if possible—and you certainly would never agree to hide at his house if you thought he would be there.

But Jungkook left weeks ago… right after the betrothal was announced.

“I cannot stand by and watch my brother make a mistake like this.”

His horrible words echoed in your mind as you unlocked the door, prepared to simply collapse fully clothed on the chaise when—

“Shouldn’t you be off playing bride-to-be literally anywhere else?”

You turned, already knowing who you would see.

“Jeon Jungkook. Of course.” A mirthless laugh bubbled up before you could stop it.

Just what I needed right now.

Full story should be posting very soon! Please let me know what you thought of the teaser! 🥺I would really appreciate it and it really fuels my creative process! I promise I treasure every word!

Let me know in the comments if you would like to be tagged for this story!

Tagging: @lemonjoonah @xjoonchildx @ppersonna @hobi-gif @untaemedqueen @underthejoon because you ladies are my heart and I always want to show you what I did right away 🥺

Important Note: I previously published a version of this story for a different fandom (Star Wars). So if you see it elsewhere (though I have made considerable changes) I promise it’s me and I can prove it. Tagging @wwilloww because she read the original way back when 😂🤣