#just how quickly he was maiing judgements about me based off it

[cocojimin]

Flaws&All

↣ pairing: idol!yoongi x gn!reader ↣ genre: established relationship, slight angst, fluff ↣ warnings: alluding to depressive states ↣ word count: ~600 ↣ song inspo: Beyoncé - Flaws and All a/n: hello all! this one-shot is apart of my new series, 'Song Shuffle One-Shots' or SOS where I shuffle my library and write based on the song. hope you all enjoy the first installment.

You catch me when I fall.

Accept me, flaws and all.

And that’s why I love you.

Loving Yoongi has never been an easy road, but it is a road you’d happily trek down without question. 

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

Coming into a quiet home was not often a marker for something being amiss. Usually when you got off work or back from an outing, the house would mainly be darkened, save for soft light spilling from underneath a certain door.

Yoongi’s Studio.

Tonight, however, there was no signs of him within the walls of his personal domain. The door was slightly cracked, computer off, no sounds of keyboards or groans of frustration.

Moving slowly through the dark home, you brought light with every wall you touched. Light began to flood the various rooms in search of your lover.

Living Room.

Kitchen.

Studio.

Bedroom.

Brightness revealed the bed, completely made, save for a heap of gray occupying the same side Yoongi usually sleeps on. This particular scene wouldn’t have been a cause for concern if you didn’t know Yoongi inside and out. Around this time, he would either be in his studio finishing up his latest obsession or in the living room, complaining about the show he purposefully turned on.

Head tucked under the gray throw blanket.

Feet incased in the fabric.

Yoongi was in the fetal position, so cocooned from the outside world that he didn’t register you being home, or the lights being turned on. Pulling back the blanket, you finally locked eyes with your lover. Red rimmed and tired, he passed you a soft smile, muscles slightly relaxing as he didn’t have to hold his protection taunt anymore.

“I didn’t hear you come in. I’m sorry about that”, Yoongi spoke through a puff of air.

Carding through his hair, you caught his wandering gaze.

Yoongi has bouts where he falls into himself. 

Drowning in inconsistencies. 

Sometimes silence is key, or maybe comforting words. Other days its soft touches and whispers of incoherent thoughts. Words jumbled together that spell out ‘I Love You’ in every language imaginable.

Tonight, you could tell he need to be grounded through touch.

“Why didn’t you call me, honey boy?”

“Didn’t wanna bother you, you know how I get”, he says as he leans into your touch. “I thought doing this might help”, he chuckles humorlessly, “I just look silly though, don’t I?”.

Shaking your head, you fully unwrap him in more ways than one. Taking in his flaws and insecurities without passing judgement, knowing they all combine to make the amazing human you know and adore.

“You know you can call me for anything”, Yoongi begins to interject, but you quickly stop his incoming ramblings, “I don’t care if you just get a papercut or you just needed me to keep you company, I’ll answer.” Yoongi’s small smile let you know he understood exactly what message you were trying to get across in a less blunt way.

“Come on, honey boy”, rising to your feet, you outstretched your hand. “Let’s go wash the day away, I’ll let you use my new scrub that you like so much.”

Yoongi giggled.

His face lights up as he takes your hand, thanking whatever powers may be for sending him an angel. No matter how many times he sits and ponders on how you continue to love him despite him lacking on days, he can’t figure out what you see. Your belief and love for him never wavers as you continuously reassure him and shows him that he is worth loving.

And that, is why he loves you.

[siilvan]

working on bloodsport while having Thoughts about yuri because holay molay his voice lives in my head rent free

like. wdym he wouldn’t spoon you in the morning, especially when he knows he has to get up. he doesn’t wanna leave, he just wants to spend the morning in bed with you. you’re both barely awake, heavy-lidded eyes threatening to close as you press back into his chest, his body warm and comforting against yours. he doesn’t have a rigid 6-pack and pure dry muscle – he may be a colonel that spends the better part of his free time knocking recruits into the dirt, but he eats like a soldier should.

he’s fit, you know better than anyone else just how strong he is and how far his inhumane stamina stretches, but he’s also broad. his body is befitting a commander, a strong voice to drown out doubt and chaos amongst his troops. there’s no arguing when he gives his soldiers a command. you keen when his body curves around yours, simultaneously trapping you in bed and tucking you into the safest spot in this base: his embrace.

and, for a few minutes, that’s all that happens. you nearly doze off once more, the soft sound of his breathing, the subtle rise and fall of his chest against your back, the steady heartbeat that timed up with yours ages ago; all of it threatens to drag you back to sleep. it isn’t until a familiar sound, deliciously saccharine sweet, breaks the silence, that you start to stir.

“милая…” yuri murmurs, the deep timbre of his voice like fire licking through your veins, igniting in your mind and forcing you to listen. “it’s almost nine, we really should get up.” he adds. again, the gravelly tone that sits low in his chest and vibrates against your back sends a shiver coursing down your spine.

you whine, breathy and weak, fatigue still winning out against your better judgement. “but, it’s cold today…” you argue in a soft voice, fighting off a satisfied grin that tugs at your lips when you hear a chuckle escape him. you know yuri well, he’s anything but a morning person – he’d rather spend the morning in bed than hunched over a desk or whipping men and women into soldiers. he’s only bringing up the time because he wants you to force his hand, to grant him plausible deniability.

“are you saying you will freeze without me?” he whispers, lips brushing against the shell of your ear as his hand leaves your waist to dance up and down your side. it circles the plush of your hip and dips all the way down to your thigh, the slow exhale that leaves you acting as encouragement. “you need me here, милая? hm?”

“yes,” you sigh, the calloused pads of his fingers tracing abstract shapes into your skin. “they’ll be fine without you for a little bit longer…” his touch moves inward, effectively caging you in when he leans over you to draw small circles into the space just above where you’re quickly growing to need him the most.

yuri hums, smooth and low next to your ear, the smug grin that you can’t even see adorning his expression evident in his tone when he whispers a proper reply.

“i guess i can indulge you for just a little while longer.”

[bugsysaboy]

Kite Headcanons <3

ALRIGHT THIS ONE IS FOR MY FELLOW KITE STANS!!! all 5 of us!!!!

No content warnings, sfw

-has the worst appetite known to man /hj

-he usually just eats soup

-he can easily be thrown off by the texture of certain foods (certified jello hater!)

-although, honestly, if he's hungry enough he'll eat anything.

-autism be damned, my boy can work a grill campfire.

-anxious as FUCK in restaurants. He's too awkward to order and will just s t a r e for too long unintentionally at the waitstaff.

-also will be awkward about starting his meal and will just hork it down when no one is looking. (Look, he grew up on the streets, eating fast so no one takes his food is just a hold over.)

-REALLY GOOD CANDID PHOTOS BUT DO NOT ASK THIS MAN TO POSE! HE DOESN'T KNOW WHAT HE'S DOING!

-you know that meme that's the person doing the half a heart with their hand and the other person has a thumbs up? ...yeah.

-ACTUALLY THAT BEING SAID he's really handsome when caught off guard, but when he's actually engaging in conversation with someone he's kinda funny looking? Like he'll suddenly be aware of how he's carrying himself and maintaining eye contact and he will over correct.

-This man has no game!!! This man can neither pull nor flirt! 29 years old and even the idea of holding hands gets him flustered.

-on top of this if he's romantically interested in someone he's really prone to just avoiding them.

-KITE AND CRAZY SLOTS IS JUST MANZAI! KITE IS THE STRAIGHT MAN AND CRAZY SLOTS IS THE FUNNY MAN! KITE SAYING "ah, bad roll" AND GRIPING ABOUT CRAZY SLOTS IS JUST A BIT TO HIM! HE THINKS IT'S HILARIOUS BUT NOBODY SEES THIS.

-dad jokes and puns all day everyday

-also he can actually be pretty chatty, like don't get me wrong when he's really focused he'll probably just shut up but during downtime? Around a campfire? He loves to spin a yarn or talk about his work.

-He also loves to hear about what others are passionate about!

-gets a general feel for people really quickly- he'll open up to people he gets good vibes off of pretty fast, but others he's more iffy on he may keep things cordial. This can, however, lead to snap judgements about people that might not be always correct.

-excellent pickpocket, now that he has a stable income through being a hunter he won't use this ability often...

-okay might do it to prank someone

-...or humble them.

-Met Ging when he was 15 and Ging was 18

-if he sets an alarm he somehow always manages to wake up just before it goes off

-hammock conoisseur 😌

-if he was in the real world he'd be Russian. (This is literally just based off of vibes and some edit an artist made of Kite running to Russian hardbass.)

-thinks it's really funny to say "have you considered..." to someone and when they ask him to elaborate he just says "...just... have you considered."

-loves sunflowers, loves sunflower seeds

-likes to keep a spare scarf handy in case someone needs it

-makes the crazy slots noise when he's really trying to concentrate

-favorite candy is saltwater taffy

-I like to imagine that he got the idea for crazy slots because of a boardwalk carnival in the town he grew up in. The carnies knew that Kite could win any of the games they had, no matter how rigged, it was uncanny.

-...probably used the plushies he won as pillows, maybe with the smaller ones he'd let his dogs play with.

-AND YES, HIS DOGS ALL HAD NAMES. ALEXEI, BORIS, SERGEI, PUSHKIN, FYODOR JUST TO NAME A FEW

-Favorite author is Dovstoevsky

-legitimately does not remember where he got his hat from, it's just kinda always been there, you know?

-he's not super focused on material goods and he doesnt really like receiving gifts (exceptions are made for anything handmade or a really cool rock.)

-...call him pretty and he'll fold

[calisources]

BATMAN: UNDER THE RED HOOD SENTENCE STARTERS. all these sentences are taken from the animated movie under the red hood (2010) as well some from the comic of the same story arc. there will be mentions of death, torture, loss and the joker, who is like a warning on it's own. change pronouns and names as you see fit.

What hurts more? A? Or B? Forehand? Or backhand?

Now, that was rude. The first boy blunder had some manners.

Nah, I'm just gonna keep beating you with this crowbar.

Oh, Bird Boy, you're so much less fun now. All grown up and in your big-boy pants.

till, better off than his replacement, right?

Even tougher making with the yuks when you're worm food, huh?

Just be happy I only killed one of them. They're all assassins.

I'm cleaning up Gotham. More than you ever did.

You're stealing territory from Black Mask and killing anyone who gets in your way.

Plan? You're becoming a crime lord!

Yes! You can't stop crime. That's what you never understood. I'm controlling it. 

 You wanna rule them by fear, but what do you do with the ones who aren't afraid? I'm doing what you won't, I'm taking them out.

Tell me what happened to you. Let me help.

It's too late. You had your chance. And I'm just getting started.

You know, it only hurts when I laugh. 

I'm just something you helped make.

Is that what you think this is about? You letting me die? I don't know what clouds your judgement worse, your guilt or your antiquated sense of morality.

Bruce, I forgive you for not saving me. But why, why on God's earth is he still alive?!

Gotta give the boy points. He came all the way from the dead to make this shindig happen.

You wanna die? There's easier ways to kill yourself.

Yeah, like yelling at the guy who's holding the AK-47.

I'm chatty. It's part of my charm. 

He sliced that cable off his ankle before it went taunt.You don't just do that. That has to be practiced. Learned.

Then I got him killed. My partner. My soldier. My fault. I own that. I'll carry that like everything else. 

This is not your doing. You loved him. He knows that. It should be enough.

Do you remember how he was when I found him?

You know, I thought... I thought I'd be the last person you'd ever let him hurt.

What? What, your moral code just won't allow for that? It's too hard to cross that line?

Why? I'm not talking about killing Penguin or Scarecrow or Dent. I'm talking about HIM, just him. And doing it because... because he took me away from you.

He's a drug dealing pimp! I didn't think I had to prop up some pillows before I took him out!

You shattered his collar bone!

Please,I can help you.I know what happened.

Does it make it easier for you to think that my dip in his fountain of youth turned me rabid? Or is this just the real me?

I think you may have a collapsed lung. That always impedes the oratory.

 No. This doesn't change anything. It doesn't change anything at all.

It's him or me! You have to decide! Decide, now! 

I'm going to blow his deranged brains out! And if you want to stop it, you are going to have to shoot me, right in my face!

If you won't kill this psychotic piece of filth, I will! If you want to stop me, you're going to have to kill me!

If you can't suit up quickly at home base, I'm concerned how you will handle it in the field.

Perhaps he is primping.

Get out here or I'm going on patrol without you.

Ha! Gotcha!

It feels awesome! Check me out, I'm Robin the boy wonder! Are you kidding me? This Rocks!

Come on old man, we got bad guys who need chasing.

This is the best day of my life.

[gurugirl]

I love stepdad Harry! Always brings a smile to my face when i see youve posted (guilty pleasure yum). Thank you for the last one!

but i cannot get enough of stepmom reader. You’ve made that one into something really special. In fact I told someone about it last week and they were like ~ nope. Not into stepmom stuff or older yn. Nope ~

but then guess what? they wound up reading it and binged all three parts and admitted to me that they were wrong 😂 I’m like ‘yeah I know’

just wanted to share that with you! Your stepmom fic is so shockingly good (not shocking bc you’re not a good writer, shocking bc it’s a trope most of us were not interested in) that it’s quickly become my top 5 all time favorite.

i cannot wait for part 4! I adore them and you so much. Do you have any idea when part 4 will come out? Any sneaky???

ps.. sorry for the weird capitalization stuff going on there. My phone decided when to capitalize randomly and I’m too lazy to fix.

A Good Boy sneak peek under the cut below!

🥹 thank you so much, babe. Really glad you liked the stepdad!harry from yesterday! That was a quick little fun thing to write.

As for stepmom!reader - wow! I really love that you're liking it so much and talking about it with other people and that your friend changed their mind 😂 Seems to be the theme for that fic. So many of y'all didn't think you'd like it based on the trope alone but I'm surprised that you guys did enjoy it anyway! Makes me smile.

So, I'm almost done with part 4. I think I can have it out by Thursday? Maybe? I'm super busy today (well, busy for me LOL) and gonna try to write but I've also got something I'm working on that someone paid me to write so I'm prioritizing that. Thursday at the earliest I'll post part 4 but I'll let y'all know.

And the random capitalization? My phone does the same. 😂 The words can't, can, and don't often get capitalized in the middle of sentences and it's a crapshoot on when the beginning of a sentence will be capitalized or not. I need to turn it off so it just leaves everything lowercase. So no judgement from me!

Sneak peek below !! (just remember this is literally copied from the word doc I'm writing in and hasn't been proofread or edited so some changed may be made before I post part 4)

Y/n was wearing her newly altered peach silk dress. The alterations were simple. The straps and hem were adjusted and the back column was dropped down a bit to drape to her low back. Her strappy nude heels were well-worn but comfortable because she was just simply not in the mood to wear the stiff, new heels she’d just bought.

The estate of Rebecca Manera was impressive. Probably equally as impressive as Leonardo Styles’. Most of the guests had already arrived by the time the Styles’ walked through the front door a little late.

Leo scolded Y/n for taking so long to get ready and making them run behind but in all honesty, she didn’t give a fuck. They could be half an hour late. No one would care. Why rush to go to a party? It’s not like they needed to clock in and earn a paycheck.

“It’s rude, Y/n. That’s why it matters. You’re so goddamn rude sometimes. You only think about yourself.”

She turned sharply to look at her husband in shock. That was the first time he’d ever said such a thing to her. Normally he had no opinion on how she conducted herself. She was chronically late. Yes, she could admit that was a flaw in her character but she was on time when it really counted. But to get so worked up over a party? And to insult her on top of it?

That had set the whole mood for the night. And now she was even more suspicious about this Rebecca.

But when Rebecca did make her appearance and introduced herself to Y/n she was taken aback. The woman had to be in her 50s. She was pretty, sure, but not quite Leo’s type. If Y/n were any sort of indicator of a type.

Servers walked around with trays and served the couples in attendance. There were only ten couples there as well as Rebecca’s two daughters, Y/n learned. Quite the intimate affair really.

Leo brought a glass of wine to Y/n as she chatted with Mrs. Topman (she never learned her first name, as the woman literally introduced herself as Mrs. Topman).

“Here you are darling.” His green eyes shined down at her before searching the room casually. She was on to Leo. But she found it odd that the woman he was with in the Hamptons was Rebecca. She was intrigued.

She watched Rebecca mingle and sip wine and laugh and there was nothing there that made Y/n think Leo would be interested in her sexually. But maybe that was it, Y/n thought to herself as she cocked her head to the side watching the woman speak boisterously. Maybe it wasn’t sexual. Maybe it was a woman he felt a deeper connection with than he did with Y/n. Perhaps it hadn’t started sexual but led there.

The snack table was set up with decadent treats. Y/n picked up a toast smeared with something pink, topped with heart-shaped tomatoes on top as she scanned the room for Leo, wondering where he’d gone off to. It hadn’t been that long but knowing about Rebecca being with him made things feel like she was in some kind of true crime detective story and was trying to get to the bottom of a mystery. Though there was no crime being committed, she could entertain herself with that thought.

“Are you enjoying your time tonight?”

Y/n turned her sight to Rebecca who was next to her picking up the same toast with pink schmear.

“It’s amazing. Your home is so lovely, Mrs. Manera,” she smiled and noted the woman’s massive diamond ring in addition to her massive diamond wedding ring.

“Why thank you. Phineas has put in so much work to make this large shell into a lovely cozy home.”

Y/n nearly spat her bite out. The home was anything but cozy.

“It’s incredible. Where is Mr. Manera tonight?”

“Oh, just over there,” she pointed to a man in tweed with thick black-framed glasses, “You haven’t met yet?”

Rebecca led the way as Y/n walked in her wake to meet Mr. Manera. She had still not spotted her own husband.

“Phineas, dear, this is Mrs. Styles. Leonardo’s wife.”

The man held his hand out, “Very nice to meet you, Mrs. Styles.”

“Likewise. You can call me Y/n.”

 “Well, Y/n. We’re happy to have you here. Where’s Leo anyway? Haven’t seen him.”

Turning around quickly to look over her shoulder she shrugged and faced the man and his wife again, “Not sure actually. I haven’t seen him in a bit myself,” she laughed. And before she could even think about what she was implying she spoke to Rebecca, “But I’m sure you’ve seen enough of him since you saw him in the Hampton’s this weekend.”

Rebecca and Phineas’ smiles dropped as they looked at one another and then back to Y/n, “I haven’t been to the Hamptons in over a decade. Are you sure you’re not mistaking me for Parker? Our daughter? She was just there all weekend with her girlfriends.”

A Good Boy Masterlist

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[fantasiasworld]

Soo and Nari (Soori)

(Nari, left) (Soo, right)

art piece I commissioned from @dacquoisettes (thank you so much again!! they look so beautiful 💞💞)

Overview

Soo and Nari’s relationship can only be described in one word and one word only: messy.

Soo is so paranoid about everything and everyone, she barely trust the people in her own group let alone someone else in a whole different group. Soo is basically like a skittish scared cat who sinks her claws onto everybody who gets too closed, she’s very paranoid and would often jump to the worst conclusion about somebody even if they have done nothing to show that they’re unloyal or deserving of a wild assumption that she made up about them.

Nari, on the other hand, is known to be very pushy and provocative, she loves seeing people start to lose control because of her words or actions. She just keeps pushing and pushing until someone finally snaps and for the better part of her and Soo’s relationship that was an easy feat to do.

Nari found out very quickly that Soo was going to form her own judgements, her own opinion and assumptions about her character, regardless of whether they were based on reality or not. Once Soo decides that you’re a threat to her then it’s very hard to change her mind, so Nari sees no point in trying to convince Soo that she means no ill will or that she has bad intentions because ultimately Soo doesn’t want to hear it and therefore Nari decides “if she’s going to think the worst of me anyways why won’t I play into it?”

Fairy Tales

Yeah, their relationship is by far from picture perfect but although they have their own flaws individually and may bring out the worst of each other, Soo and Nari do make a pretty good team and are pretty compatible when they’re aren’t arguing or throwing digs at one another.

Nari’s fairy tale derives from Little Red Riding Hood whilst Soo fairy tale derives from The Little Mermaid. Little Red Riding Hood was tricked by the Big Bad Wolf into thinking he was her poor sick grandma and was later eaten by the wolf. The Little Mermaid sold her voice for legs to the Sea Witch, thinking the Sea Witch had her best interest at heart and later was betrayed by her.

Both of their fairy tales consist of two gullible and naive young woman who thought the best of people and inevitably got the short end of the stick because of it. And while Soo’s and Nari’s version of the story didn’t end in a gruesome death, it didn’t end in a happily ever after either.

For one, unlike in the popular told story of the Little Mermaid, Soo was actually banished and exiled from the Sea Kingdom due to her vast interest of humans and the human world (and also her alleged affair with the Sea Witch but that’s a whole other post in itself-), and was thrown into the human world having no idea what to expect or what she’s getting into and it ultimately caused her a buttload of trust issues and why she’s so jaded and paranoid at the world.

Similarly, Nari has her own experience of having someone robbing her of her innocence and her naivety being taken advantaged of. Although, the origin of her fairy tale has derailed so much from what actually happened (and it kinda amazes Nari how humans can go so off from the original source material but that’s neither here or there!), she understands the act of having her youth taking from her even after she escaped the clutches from the Big Bad Wolf, it’s still something that she deals with and struggles to this day.

In a sense, they both understand what it feels like to be so young and trusting of the world and being so filled with curiosity, just as much as they understand how quickly things can take a turn for the worst because of it. They find reconciliation and understanding in each other since they both went through similar experiences, however, it’s because of those similarities that they don’t fully trust one another.

Dynamics

They’re dynamic is very push and pull, sometimes they’re at each others throats and other times they’re at each others door begging for forgiveness. It’s exhausting yet kind of entertaining for everybody to bare witness because they never know what’s going to happen next.

Nari is entertained by Soo, she thinks her angry outburst that mostly are directed at Nari’s expense are quite funny and often pushes her button to get her to react. Soo, in turn, always takes bait though whether it’s because she’s actually annoyed at Nari’s antics or is actually amused and just playing along for the bit is still ip in the air.

What’s interesting to Nari though is how Soo is completely different person when she’s not yelling at her. For one, Soo is a bit standoffish to everybody else and puts on a cold exterior and doesn’t let anyone ever get too close to her. The difference between how Soo treats Nari vs how Soo treats the rest of the Colorful members is very apparent and noticeable to everybody (well expect Soo), and it doesn’t go unnoticed by Nari that she’s the only one Soo lets her guard down around. It both makes her feel prideful to see a side of Soo that most people would never see yet nervous all the same (though Nari would admit that part).

And on the flip side, Soo can’t help but be attracted and intrigued by Nari, almost the same way she was attracted to Ophelia. As much as she hates to admit, there’s still a sense of curiosity lingering inside of her. She can’t help but be pulled in by challenging things and Nari is the most challenging person she has ever met.

Soo never knows what Nari is thinking or what her motives are and she so desperately wants to figure it out, wants to figure Nari out. That thought both excites and scares her because she doesn’t want to get hurt again by another person she likes, yet doesn’t have the heart to let her go so she’s kind of stuck in this weird limbo not knowing what to do or where to go but all she knows is that she doesn’t want to do it alone.

[the-lonely-tree-original]

Does anything else think it's crazy how fast Ozai decided Zuko was worthless?

Like we know that compared to Azula, who very clearly was a fire-bending prodigy at a very young age, Zuko doesn't seem that impressive, but he's also like 10 by the time that Ozai starts showing visible distaste and disinterest in everything he does. (aka the frown when Zuko tries to showcase his bending in front of Firelord Azulon, and the ease at which he seems to accept that his son could be killed for his impudence). It seems stupid to me to dismiss any potential that he may have because he isn't currently excelling at everything like his sister.

Assuming that we're judging his pure fire-bending skills here, bending is strongly connected to martial arts which is strongly connected to athletics. As a ten year old, there is still so much your body isn't ready for - can't build muscle for - in comparison to an adult or even teenage body. It is impossible to tell the level at which you will perform when you're that age, because so much will change. Yes, years of practice and sports/battle IQ help immensely with staying at the top of your peers once you reach adulthood, but skill is the furthest thing from concrete.

(We also don't have an exact timeframe of when exactly Ozai stopped trying with him, so there is a large possibility that 10 isn't even the earliest that Ozai decided he was worthless, which makes his judgment make even less sense.)

But even if we are not looking at this from a purely bending based angle - "he's not as smart, not as cunning, etc" - and we don't assume he'll improve exponentially over time, there's still so many skills/traits Zuko has that could be useful to Ozai. He's loyal and eager to please, he picks up new skills rather quickly and is quite efficient at them (navigation, tracking, etc), he's a good swordsman, he has a quick reaction time, and more.

Like, thinking from a villain's perspective or the idea that Ozai just fundamentally hates Zuko, I feel like it was such a poor decision to send the kid on a wild goose chase that he had no faith would actually lead to anything. Zuko had the skills to be very useful towards the war efforts, and he had the potential to be a nightmare. (Think about how terrifying it would be if Zuko used the Blue Spirit persona to get intel from the Earth Kingdom or Water Tribes. At the very least, Ozai could have gotten him involved with the actual war efforts. Like even stationing him to guard some far off prison would make more strategic sense. And if he never wanted Zuko to return to Caldera, Ozai could have just staged an "accident" from afar.

(Also, I want to point out that I didn't mention the effect that the emotional abuse Zuko endured would of had on him an his development, not because I don't think it had an effect, but because I don't think that's something Ozai would factor in to his judgment.)

tl&dr: Judging someone based off of how good they were at something when they were a little kid and deciding their worth off of that judgement is illogical, especially considered how important the teenage years are to developing skillsets.

[dragonmasterhiccup]

———

It had taken a good while, but Danny was eventually able to come back to her senses, her waves of nausea subsiding as she fell back to sleep.

Her hand stayed loosely grasped in her mother’s the entire time.

———

Danny stirred awake as Astrid burst into the hut, her neck and shoulder completely numb as the vile was basically empty, so she barely even felt the needle being replaced.

Gothi eyed the young teen before answering Astrid’s question. ‘High fever, she threw up almost constantly for a good fifteen minutes.’

“I’m okay, I just, I can’t feel anything over here,” Danny interrupted, circling her free hand over her shoulder, neck and the side of her head.

Gothi nodded. ‘Good, I’d like to know what this is actually doing to the girl, right now we’re guessing, and while it seems to be helping, I don’t want to keep making uneducated guesses. I’m sure you understand.’

‘I briefly checked him over, and besides some dehydration, he should be fine, though I wouldn’t be surprised if his prosthetic continues to give him some irritation for some time.’

Danny let her head fall back against her mother’s arm, muttering a quick ‘goodbye’ to Astrid as she left.

———

Eret quickly shook his head. “Don’t worry, Astrid, I’m here to help whenever you may need me too. But sure, what is it?”

He took the vile, holding it up in front of his eyes before coming to a quick conclusion, “It looks like the base of it is blue oleander, but there’s probably other herbs mixed in as well. It looks like what hurts the dragons can help people…”

He sighed. “Astrid, what’s going to be done about Danielle? As much as we know that she was under Grimmel’s control, she still killed people… The people aren’t going to react well at all, though my main concern is once again Spitelout.”

Astrid winced, knowing how awful it was to be throwing up that much.

She was somewhat glad to hear Danny say she was okay, but the numbness was odd.

"I do. I'll come back with as much information as I can gather, Gothi."

Nodding at her report of Hiccup's condition, she answered, "Good, that can be easily remedied. He could use a little time off, the way he's been going the past few months...thank you, Gothi."

Shortly after Astrid left, Hiccup woke up.

Bleary eyed, he listened as Valka brought him up to speed.

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"Thank you, Eret. Hiccup...he has no idea what it could be, and he's finally getting some rest."

As the ex hunter observed the liquid, Astrid added, "Danny has some numbness spreading around the area it was injected, does it have some sort of painkiller as well?"

Crossing her arms, she shifted her weight, nodding. "That's been going through my mind the past few days as well. I don't know what we'll do, but like you said, people have died, Hiccup could have died...there will have to be some sort of punishment...we have no way to prove that she wasn't acting of her own judgement, not if Spitelout had anything to do with it. He would just insist we were trying to cover for her."

Taking a deep breath, she looked back at Eret. "In the meantime, she'll be at Gothi's for awhile, I think, but when Hiccup wakes up, we'll have to discuss it."

[thecameronchronicles]

Nonsense

TW: Smut. Language. Mentions of manipulative/possessive relationship. 

SUMMARY: No longer having to wear the weight of being the girlfriend of a kook, you seek out the guy who you actually love…

*INSPIRED BY THE SONG ‘NONSENSE’ BY SABRINA CARPENTER*

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mjisbby asked:

hii, can you do a pope smut based off nonsense by sabrina carpenter where she just broke up with someone (could be rafe or topper? idk i trust your judgement lol) and she meets pope and they leave the party to hook up? thank you in advance ☺️☺️☺️

Nonsense

No longer being Topper Thornton’s girlfriend meant you had the freedom to be your own person once again. His possessive behaviors, equally aggressive now absent, also meant you no longer had to hide HIS name in your phone under ‘don’t leave me alone’, on the off chance your phone would garner an unwanted visitor. Conversations that never should have happened between ‘just friends’ concealed behind that same string of texts as you realized you only ever cared for his number in your cell as it had been the most used, anyhow. It was the same number you dialed the second you were no longer bound to the title of monogamy, as you were nearly bouncing on the balls of your feet as you returned to him, now waiting by his dad’s truck. That weak smile always teetering between confidence and uncertainty widening as he saw the approval across your own face. 

“Are you alright?”

“I just broke up with Topper…” His eyes widened in disbelief, words he wanted to hear for months having now sent his hands quick to try and console you as he was always the arms you went to for anything and everything, a sense of home in his embrace that left you cold when you were forced apart. An excuse you no longer had to use as you could remain there as long as you wanted. But you would deny his attempts as you had different ambitions in mind. 

“You don’t have to pretend that you aren’t happy, Pope…”

“I just want you to be happy and I don’t…” He kicked the gravel beneath his feet that led up to the Thornton estate, having waited per your request as you had arrived for this purpose and this purpose only after one too many of your now ex’s rules had been broken and he berated and embarrassed you beyond what you deserved. Not when you had someone like Pope waiting in the wings, a crush you always entertained in your mind, flirtations tempting towards more through alcohol and blunts at The Chateau, but never crossing that line that you wanted to leap over now. 

“I don’t think he knows how to care for you…or anyone…”

“Think YOU can keep up?” His expression illuminated in such a way that it was almost as if he had been alight from the inside out. Those beautiful wide eyes were pulled further in wonder and his full lips that you offered yourself silent praise for never capturing were now at your disposal. 

“I mean…That is if you want-” Your hand was quickly pulled in to him, your lips crashing to his in such a way that showed his persona in perfect broadcast. Where his initial pull of you may have rivaled his usual sheepish behaviors with vigor, his lips were soft and delicate where his tongue was quick to test your bottom lip. 

“It’s all I’ve ever wanted…” He confessed as you bit your bottom lip before slowly nodding, managing to make it to The Chateau in record time before being wrapped in another once again. In full disregard to the fellow Pogues immersed in their own nightly rituals, half of them asleep, JJ cheered you on as the door closed at your back with your weight set against it. 

“About time!” JJ called in the finality of this continued support as you and Pope couldn’t help but chuckle until the sincerity of the moment returned. Surrounded in nothing but the darkness of the night with the exception of lines of moonlight making their way to illuminate just enough to make out one another, you understood the weight of this moment. 

“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do…I mean if you just want to-” You moved your hand to his chest, guiding him to the bed and shaking his head. 

“I’m thinking not…I’ve been a good girl, Pope…I have ignored every single thought I’ve had about you…” His jaw clenched as he scoffed in disbelief, “I haven’t acted on them when I could have…blamed drinks or weed, and I never did…So I want this. The opposite of soft…” He slowly nodded. “And I don’t care if anybody knocks, you told me once that you liked my eyes-” He interrupted you. 

“I think I’m gonna like making ‘em roll, too.” You nodded, biting your bottom lip as he moved to kiss you but your hand kept him at bay, his eyes narrowing in confusion. 

“You’re a smart guy…nose always in a book, right?” He nodded, accepting how this had been a part of his legacy as he believed it could be worse, “So I have a pop quiz for ya…” His brow raised in intrigue as you brought your lips to his ear, nibbling on the lobe presented as you felt him tense beneath you in stalled breathing. “How fast can you take your clothes?”

When you pulled back, he took in the devilish look of mischief across features he found as beautiful as you found his, before you were lifted and tossed onto the bed. In quick succession, his shirt was removed along with his belt as you shimmied out of your dress and pulled it over your head at the same time it would take him to complete his own undressing. 

“Shit…” He explained while allowing his eyes to adorn your entire body. 

“You can do whatever you want to me, Pope…” You rose back to him, kissing his chest and watching his eyes roll into a close as your tongue moved down to his waist, teasing what could have been oral pleasure if he wished it. 

“Just don’t be sweet about it…”

He studied you for a moment before wrapping his fingers in your hair. “You think you’ve waited? I’ve had to watch that asshole put his hands on you like you were some ragdoll when you deserved to be cherished…adored…loved…” Your mouth parted to speak as he pulled your hair slightly tighter, just enough so you understood he was dominant. 

“And I don’t want to hurt you, but you’re gonna go on your knees for me and make up for all those times I saw him touch you, kiss you-leave with you…And you’re gonna replace all of those memories one suck at a time…” You nodded, moving off of the bed and onto your knees as you bit your lip. 

“Good girl, baby-” You pulled his boxers down enough to reveal himself to you. 

“All for me?” You teased surprise as he scoffed. 

“Every inch, baby…And I’m expecting you to take it.” As your lips taunted his tip, he pulled you back to him, “EVERYWHERE.” You nodded before he released your hair from this position and wrapped it anew in his grasp, all while you took him in stride. 

Of every fantasy he held of you, of every moment he imagined you like this for him, none had even come close to the way you pleasured him with such conviction. Even though he had been larger than anyone prior, you crafted your mouth around him with such motions that it was as if you were made for him. Tears were damned along with your reflex until you pulled him to that edge and were allowed the breathing you denied yourself. 

“I’ve thought about this for so long, baby.”

“Then show me how you want me.” He forced you onto all fours on the edge of the bed, making your hips higher than your shoulders as your cheek was forced into the blankets below and he held your hands behind you as reins. 

“I’ll make you forget about the shitty way he treated you.”

“Who?”

“Your ex-any before him…”

“I forgot about them the second you kissed me, Pope…Please…don't stop-” He was inside of you, the stretch making you silent with the foreign sensation, as he made slow strides for you to adjust to him. 

“No?”

“NO! FUCK! PLEASE!”

“You wanna come?” You were suddenly taken against his chest, a hand around your throat and another at your clit as he held you between that line of pleasure and edging. 

“Tell me I’m the only one…”

“You’re the only one.” You spoke quickly as you could feel him smirk against your ear. 

“Tell me how badly you want it, I can feel it-clenching like this around me…but I wanna hear it.”

“Please, Pope! I need it! I want it!”

“You already cried for it…How about we make you scream for it now?” You were taken back into that bend, one hand keeping your wrists at your back in one of his holds as the other would bring your hair to a painful jolt quickly mended by the pounding sensations of his cock hitting THAT spot perfectly with each and every thrust. 

“YES! YES! RIGHT THERE!”

“I know baby…come for me…come for me right now!” He pulled tighter as you nodded, the first spurt of ribboned cum stationing inside of you having propelled your own release forward, deepening both of yours in an endless ricochet of clamping spasms and flexes that offered slight overstimulation for you both. 

“I don’t think walking is in my future, Pope-” He chuckled. 

“WHAT?”

“Apparently being with you makes me talk in…nonsense.”

“Just wait, baby…I haven’t even used my tongue yet…” 

“Then what are you waiting for?”

Taglist: @hopebaker @iovdrew @penny4yourthoughts @magnificantmermaid @pickingviolets @lovedetlost @trikigirl271 @maybankslover @slut4starkey @slvtherinseeker @obxiskewl @obxxrxfes @bluesongbird @slut-era @ailee-celeste @rafesbae @camilynn @bethoconnor

[crowholtz]

For our girl Helene -Eros 3, 4 -Philia 2, 3 -Storge 5 -Ludus 2, 5 -Pragma 4 -Philautia 4, 5,

YOURE THE BEST !!! I LOVE YOU

Q: How do they feel about public displays of romantic affection? Does it make them uncomfortable? How do they feel if a romantic partner kisses them in public?

A: I think it's something that catches Helene off guard at first, but grows to actually love it. Helene loves to feel coveted and adored, but the entirety of her adolescence she spent being avoided, ostracized, bullied, and generally treated as if she was a bad omen. Even the people who didn't necessarily dislike her avoided being seen with her. The idea that someone would publicly be affectionate with her was jarring at first, but now she loves it. She's also starting to realize just how beautiful she is, especially with how much people like Strahd or Vasili have inflated her ego, and the idea that other people around her might want her but the person with her is 'claiming' her by giving her public physical affection is really thrilling to her. Helene has walked through Barovia Village on Strahd's arm and enjoyed the attention (no matter how negative) it got her, and she's also walked through Vallaki on Vasili's arm and enjoyed the attention that got her. Both of them held her to them very possessively, which is just something she really enjoys.

Q: Do they believe in love at first sight? Have they ever developed a crush or romantic (or erotic) fixation upon a stranger based on their appearance alone?

A: Love at first sight? No. Connection? Yes. Helene only feels attraction towards someone if she's formed a connection with them. And admittedly, she develops those connections pretty quickly. If she doesn't feel that sort of string tying her to someone the first time she meets them. Though just because she does feel that connection doesn't mean it'll necessarily form into a romantic relationship. It's more like... she sees the string coming from them and depending on circumstances and how they interact, the string may or may not connect to her. Sometimes she doesn't realize the connection has formed, sometimes she's very instantly aware.

For instance, when Helene met Vasili for the first time, she immediately felt it, but she wasn't consciously aware of it. She just thought "I want to know more about this man. I want him to know more about me." And instantly started thinking up ways she could possibly meet with him in private to have conversations (I suppose not too dissimilar to her wanting to initially talk to Strahd to "gather information" when she first got to Barovia). Gods, she even curtsied to Vasili when they first met. He still teases her about it.

(For reference, Helene's so full of love and has formed a number of romantic entanglements at the same time, she views them all as strings of fate that come from her in different places and attach to those people. Sometimes they get tangled because they conflict, like Strahd's and Vasili's which come from the same place over her heart and twist together.)

Q: Does your OC find it easy to make friends? Or are there barriers to them doing so? If so then are these due to issues of inclination, communication, or something else entirely?

A: God, no. Helene's good at being polite and having social pleasantries (even in the face of her preference for bluntness), but she keeps most people at an arm's length distance. She has a hard time trusting anyone would want to be her friend due to her upbringing, and on top of that, she's pretty judgemental herself. Helene holds people to a high standard unless they manage to charm and wiggle their way past her defenses. She's largely intolerant of incompetence, willful ignorance, or people who are unnecessarily belligerent.

Q: What qualities does your OC most value in a friend? Loyalty? Shared sense of humour? Or something else?

A: Consistency, loyalty, intelligence, skill, humor, and interestingly, a willingness to be silly and let loose. She likes when people are down-to-earth and let themselves be vulnerable -- especially if they do that only around her almost exclusively. Take Strahd for example, he must be perfect at all times... but sometimes he'll let himself not be in front of her, and it makes her feel wholly special, and it makes her love him all the more.

Q: Is your OC able to love without necessarily needing or expecting reciprocation or reward? Or are all their relationships to some extent transactional? Have they ever loved another person unconditionally, whether a child or another adult?

A: Helene doesn't need reciprocation to love someone in an all-consuming way. Helene gets obsessive about it. Does she want reciprocation? Absolutely. That's all she wants. But she doesn't need it to love someone.

She does have BPD though, so when she splits on someone, her love isn't conditional, but her affection might be. Helene's love for Strahd is unconditional -- no matter what he does, she'll never stop loving him. And honestly, non-romantically speaking, her love for Con is unconditional.

Q: Is your OC particularly skilled at flirting? Have they had to practice this or does it just happen naturally?

A: I think it depends entirely on the situation and the person. Helene has a hard time flirting with someone if she's in front of other people besides that person because of social anxiety. And if she's particularly interested in someone and feeling particularly off-balance, she might flirt a little awkwardly. But otherwise, Helene's very... intense with her flirting. Long-held stares, getting very close, touches along their arms or face or neck. She's direct and does not mince words, but she isn't as blatant as 'hey, I want to fuck'. Helene is poetic but macabre, and will compliment someone by the way they smell, or the way their lips curl oh so cutely when they're lost in thought, or remark on their dark circles as being an attractive sign of dedication to their interests that they're willing to lose sleep over it. She likes pinning people with her gaze, too.

Q: What seduction techniques are most likely to be effective when it comes to your OC? Are there some things guaranteed to get them going? Or are they immune to such things?

A: The same things that she uses on other people are what would work on her. Being intense, passionate, show a willingness to violently protect the things you love. Woo her with strange compliments, declarations of love, remark on her skill and prowess in the things she dedicates her time to. She's also one of those people where if she sees you get into a fight or rip something apart she thinks "hot", lmao. Whisk her away for a romantic getaway or even a mischievous outing to go play and have fun together. Quality time and giving her rapt attention are very important to her. She's also a bit of a sapiosexual, unfortunately, so showing your own skill and intelligence for something you're passionate about is very attractive to her.

oh mein gott these are so many questions!! i love you but curse you

Q: After the initial fires of passion cool to some degree, what would keep your OC engaged in a relationship? Shared goals? Similar values? Or contented companionship?

A: Passion really never cools for Helene. But in the inbetween moments, intellectual pursuits pursued together, friendly competition (whether that be in a game of chess or wildly opposing views on how something should be done), spending quality time together doing things like reading poetry or going on picnics or sharing interests. Compatible values do have factor in somehow, for sure. Like with Milivoj, it almost seems like it shouldn't work between them with her intense dour nature and his flippant, down to earth, mischievous optimistic nature. But Milivoj brings out the kid in her that never got to have a childhood, brings out her silly side, her mischievous nature that's always been in her. And she makes him think things through a little more, makes him consider things more deeply and more fully.

Q: Which of your OC's qualities makes them the most proud? Do they think more people should be like them in this regard? Or do they quite like being rare in possessing it?

A: Her combat prowess or her intelligence, I can't decide. I think her ability to assess a situation, analyze it from every angle, decide the best way to approach it, is something she's very proud of. Just how generally observant she is. Something that is obvious to her and isn't obvious to someone else, she might get unfairly frustrated at them for not noticing and think they may be dense. I think she does think it would be better if people possessed these qualities, but at the same time, she enjoys feeling special and unique more than anything. She wants to be best in class, praised for something that others don't possess.

Q: Has your OC always had the same opinion of themselves or has this changed over time? Have they learned to love themselves - perhaps with the help of others - as their journey progressed? Or have the consequences of their actions only served to erode their sense of self-worth?

A: Oof. Helene's self-worth is in constant flux. She's a very black and white thinker at times, all or nothing. So while her self-worth was pretty shit growing up, recently it's started being built up by new friends and lovers, especially as she is regaining her divinity (which is where the places a lot of her worth). But whenever she commits an evil action like killing someone who might not have deserved it, or manipulate people for her own gain, Helene sees herself as this dark creature unworthy of love. Though Strahd has been striving to make it so she embraces her darkness and loves herself because of it.

[tenelkadjowrites]

What I loved about AK especially was how understanding they both were of one another. Such an odd pairing, yet they worked. There was no judgement really. Seonghwa teased Y/N for her "church" outfits, but he still liked them, not only in THAT way, lol but he admired her for not being afraid of being different. And Y/N was supportive and encouraging towards the way Seonghwa presented himself as well.

I really appreciated their dynamic and I'm glad you can see that you've done a great job. (Don't get me started on how many times I read a certain collar scene...)

Yes to everything you said about writing, because that should be a general rule and something writers need to remember. It's not always easy to stick to it and not feel pressure either external and/or internal, but in the end this isn't work, it's a hobby that should mostly bring pleasure.

So true about Seonghwa, see I draw and at this point I'm unable to draw anyone else than HIM. I may attempt to draw another person, but nope, swerving right to Seonghwa. It's a curse I think... but he is very inspiring what can I say.

I finished AITD! I had to read it twice, because originally I stayed up late and stopped reading after the restaurant scene despite not having much words left, but my eyes were about to fall out. 💔 I wanted to pick it up from there the next day, but realized I read everything so quickly I didn't give it enough thought. Anyways, that Blue Hawaii reference, I see you. I started giggling at the Lisa part, lmao. And not him throwing up, noooooo, but points for realism for sure, hahahha. Most importantly I enjoyed the fic, it has ended the way I predicted, I knew Hwa's parents would try to pay Y/N off. It's a shame he was ready to believe them, I can't blame him too much, but it's still sad. The running in the rain to see the love of your life reminds me of that one scene in Bridget Jones's, I don't know if you've seen it.

I'm looking forward to more Hwa content. Are there any AUs in particular you want to explore? Omg this ask is long, I'm shutting up now!

i loved creating the sort of odd couple pairing in AK. it was fun to write and i wanted to make it clear that they both adored one another for how they were even if they looked like a strange pairing in public. the reader never judged hwa for his past, for sleeping with many people and hwa never judged her for the sort of cutesy demeanor and style of dressing. like you said, it was always based off a mutual respect for one another that was really important to me.

writing is truly my one big love. i've written stories, poems and journals since i was a little kid. i can't imagine ever not writing. it is really just my passion and anytime someone enjoys a fic of mine i am really happy that my love of writing shines through.

my basis of AITD was that i really wanted to have a typical "romcom" type finale. i had the finale in place before i even planned the rest of the fic. i wanted to make sure that throughout the fic it was evident hwa was going to struggle with the relationship he had with his parents and that he would be too afraid to fully let go until it reached a boiling point. the entire fic sort of flowed towards the finale of the 3rd act fight, the discussion with his father and the racing towards the restaurant to stop hwa. the fic really built itself around the final act. (which is common with my longer stories, i always seem to figure out the ending first and use that as a lighthouse to craft the rest of the plot.) i am really happy you enjoyed it so much and thanks for taking the time to read it.

i have SO many fics ideas and AUs i want to explore that it overwhelms me. i think my next few fics will just be a lot shorter and simpler, most likely some good old fashioned smut with just a little plot lol. i have a few different ideas for longer fics bouncing around in my head but AITD took 3 months to write so most likely just some shorter fics ahead for now. (i say this but if i get an idea that really captivates me then all bets are off lol.)

thank you again for such a long thoughtful message. <3

[mythgirlimagines]

DVHS Reread: Chapter V.III

"A rule clarification, at the very least, would keep the trial fair in this case," Abe continues, building off of Sasaki. "After the vote, you can't possibly rule whether it's correct if you don't know what the correct verdict would be in the first place."

Monokuma opens his mouth, then closes it, mulling over his words before giving us his decision. We stand in charged silence until he speaks again. "Okay, here's what's gonna happen if you're so insistent. Since you smartasses are only alive because you voted correctly every other time, I'll leave this up to you. All you have to do is convince me that the conclusion you draw is the right one, and we'll carry on from there. That sound fair enough to you?"

I had a fun time thinking of that rule, or at least building off of what V3 more or less established about what happens when Monokuma doesn’t know exactly what happened: the class has to convince him, and then he’ll rule based on that.

"I mean-" Yoshida yawns again, wider this time- "we were all mostly alone after the time limit was announced. Any of us could've been up in the teachers' lounge, unaccounted for from that time until, what, this morning? It would be a waste of time if none of us could provide a tight alibi." She presses the back of her hand to her mouth, holding in another yawn. "Shit, I'm tired."

I’m just as tired now writing this as she was during this trial, and it’s only 7:36pm as I’m writing this. This won’t be posted for a few weeks btw, I’m doing this far in advance to procrastinate homework.

He looks a bit shocked that I picked up on that. What can I say? I'm good with words. "I was mostly just thinking out loud, but it's possible, I think. Sasaki said that common broom has the same effect as cardiac arrest, so maybe it's possible that Yasu did go into cardiac arrest, but from her condition instead of the common broom."

If Nakamura had pressed on this, Sasaki and Yasu’s fan would’ve failed. Just things to think about.

Still, he says nothing. That worries more than anything. "Come on, Abe." Nakamura sounds just steps away from pleading. "We're all expecting a lot of you, we need your help."

It's blink-and-you-miss-it, but if my eyes aren't playing tricks on me, Abe flinches. "I'll figure this out," he vows. His voice doesn't sound shaky, exactly, but there's something just slightly tight and unstable about it. "I'll… I'll live up to your expectations."

Nakamura you S.O.B. This was, of course, meant to be foreshadowing, but that’s still incredibly mean of him.

"What would the ultimate goal be if this were a trap? As much as it may seem otherwise, I don't actually think any of you would conspire to kill everyone." Aoyama's eyes appear to double in size when he realizes what he said. "Wow. I must be tired."

Yoshida smiles sleepily, reminding me of how Oshiro looked in the mornings when the two of them joked together in the dining hall. "Aww, I knew under those layers of being a total dick you were just a big softie." She starts laughing, complete with snorts, before she can even finish her sentence. "Seriously, can we please wrap this up? I need to get to bed."

I fight the urge to smile at their short exchange. I think that's the closest they'll come to apologizing to each other.

These two are so fun to mess with, even in more serious times.

"I beg to differ!" Monokuma sniffs indignantly. "Maybe it wasn't meant to be part of the case, but the killer must think they're sooooo clever for taking advantage of it! If it weren't for that damned shirt, I wouldn't have to be piecing this together with you brats! Jeez, relying on you like this, how pathetic can a bear get?"

My mouth falls open, but I shut it just as quickly, hoping nobody saw that momentary lapse in judgement. I can't believe that Monokuma of all people said something helpful. Not to mention it brings me to a conclusion, but… It's not a pretty conclusion to come to.

Imagine Monokuma being helpful smh

"The only thing Abe was wrong about was wanting to kill everyone with this plan. Yasu and I had a specific goal in mind: what would happen if Monokuma made an incorrect ruling? So if you all voted for someone else, or if you voted for her death being natural, and Monokuma already ruled you correct because he didn't know any better, what would happen if I came forward after?"

This was what brought me to constructing this case to begin with, in part because of Sonia’s interruption of the vote (post-vote?) in the second trial of SDR2. That part always makes me wonder, what if that had actually swayed the case?

~Pesticide~

This one is a reference to Little Shop of Horrors!

She almost seems to meet my eyes before shifting to someone else. Surely she must see its reflection looming over her as she reaches into the center pocket of her overalls. The plant monster grows larger even without her tending to it until it opens its mouth thing, slowly closing in on her. In the instant before it comes crashing down, swallowing her in one bite and burping afterward like a cartoon, she throws something with all of her strength at the base of the divider.

Abe is the only one of us who unfreezes quickly. With something akin to dread in his gait, he goes to the divider and kneels to get a better look. After a few seconds pass, he straightens and turns to us. His skin looks ashen. "She had the blossom the whole time. It couldn't have been what killed Yasu. Monokuma's verdict was wrong."

Y’all the CHILLS I had when I planned and wrote this section.

I knew there was something off about all this. Why didn't Sasaki say something? Why didn't she stop us? "Holy shit," Yoshida says softly in realization. "It all went according to their plan. Because Yasu died of natural causes and Sasaki wrongly took the fall. They were both sacrifices in their own plan, not just Yasu."

I nod solemnly and gulp. "And I think Monokuma just broke his own rules."

HECK YEAH HE DID

"Not to mention, even Abe got it wrong." Nakamura spares him a quick glance. "I'm...kinda shocked."

"Trust me, so am I." Abe's teeth are gritted, his hands curled into tight fists at his side. He doesn't look at us. "Just wait for the transmission now. I don't want to talk about it."

Nakamura stoppppp.

"Heeeeeey!" I can hear the voice clearly now, though I still don't recognize it. Is it okay to be putting our trust in these unknown women? We don't even know their names! "We're almost in! You have to hang- a little longer! Put your trust in us and-" 

“Us and Future Foundation” would be the rest of that sentence.

[imissthembutitwasntadisaster]

Pissed off a man today by telling him he didn't know sh*t about me because I told him I was an INTP and he said yeah that sounds about right (he had known me for less than four hours)

[farfromsugafanfic]

SKZ Reaction To Having A Plus Size Partner

Genre: fluff, suggestions of smut

Warnings: some suggestive content/language, discussions of body image, a few instances of smut

A/N: I'm kinda tired of adding the gifs tbh. I got excited about this idea and wrote it quickly, so I apologize if it's too short. I am accepting requests for SKZ reactions and similar writings. Send me an ask!

Chan:

He isn't one to fall in love based on looks alone, especially not beauty standards dictated by broader society

Is only concerned about it if you are

Completely understanding if you tell him you are not having a good body image day

Always makes sure you're eating enough

Will work out with you if you want, but will never force you

Regardless of if your relationship is public or not, he will defend you from haters on Chan's room if necessary

Always makes sure you know that he thinks you're beautiful

Can barely keep his hands off your thighs

Minho:

Extremely protective of you. He understands the kind of hate that relationships like yours can get and he is NOT having any of it

Borrows your clothes

Constantly makes a point to show you that he can wrap his arms around you no matter your size

Your biggest hype man in literally everything you do. You learning a Skz dance to surprise him? He's filming and cheering you on. You bought a new dress? He immediately tells you how sexy you look (and it's obviously genuine)

Obsessed with your hips and ass (cause ofc)

Changbin:

Okay, listen, when I say this man loves your body, I mean he actually worships it

You know that narrowing of his eyes and tense stance he does when he's angry? Yeah, that's him if anyone even looks at you judgementally

May encourage you to go to the gym, but not to lose weight, he just wants you to be strong and healthy

If you ever show an ounce of not wanting to eat because of your weight, he will immediately go into carer mode

Never allows you to compare yourself to other skinnier people. He'll always say you're the prettiest before you can even let the thoughts get too far or voice them

Hyunjin:

Didn't even consider your weight or size

He just fell for you as you were

Definitely loves your style and will take a lot of joy in wearing matching outfits

If you ever have any doubts about why or if he loves you, he will absolutely flood you with affection and it may even make him go public with the relationship

Likes when you're on top during sex

Gets more upset than you do when you get hate

Absolutely loves your tummy and likes to hold it or kiss it

Whines if you ever say something self deprecating

Jisung:

Fell in love with you for your cute eyes and passion for what you do

Listen, he is a little nervous about showing you off, but it's because he's concerned about you getting hate

That doesn't stop him from loving every part of you in private

Like Minho, he's fairly protective of you

Loves buying you pretty things and having you model them

Writes you letters whenever he knows you're feeling down to reassure you and tell you he loves you

Also writes you songs, but never tells you or lets you listen to them until the album comes out and you have to put it together

It's hard for him to choose one part of you that he loves best and he makes sure you know that

Felix:

Literally, you couldn't ask for a better partner

He loves unconditionally and so your weight wasn't even a factor when he fell for you

Definitely bakes for you, especially if you're feeling bad about yourself. He wants you to know that you're always allowed to enjoy food and he'll love you regardless

Constantly trying to get you to sit on his lap and when you finally do he can't stop beaming

Doesn't want you to feel self-conscious and keeps communication open. Due to this, he will often come to you with his own concerns about his body

Does his best to make sure you're always comfortable

Seungmin:

Apathetic, but not necessarily in an uncaring way

For example, when you ask him if your weight bothers him, he'd say something such as, "why would it?"

Truly just doesn't get why anyone would care, especially when it's his relationship and not theirs

Always smiling when he sees you

Likes when you go shopping and come home and show him everything

Will try to help heal your relationship with food and always has a few of your favorite snacks on hand

Subtly observes your triggers and the things you don't like about yourself and works to slowly counteract them by complimenting aspects of yourself you don't like and doing his best to avoid you coming into contact with your triggers

Jeongin:

I do feel like he has some learning to do and could be a bit vain at first. I don't think he would be mean or outright fatphobic, but I think he may have concerns for your health or misunderstand you

With that said, I think that once he is crushing on you, he won't question it and his attitude will shift

He'll learn more about how weight doesn't equal healthy and comes to appreciate your body

You help him kick some of his unhealthy dieting habits

Loves holding your waist and encourages you to show it off with crop tops, etc.

Instead of getting too defensive of haters, he tries to educate them. But, if it upsets you more, or the hate continues, he'll be stern

Loves you so much and is ashamed he ever thought of your body as anything but sexy

[dddrakens]

barou shouei | bluelock

day 3: cock worship | kinktober 2021

warnings: 18+! blowjob, light pet play (if ya squint), ownership, very light sub/dom dynamics, god mention

a/n: this reader is gender neutral! also, this took a very soft turn, it’s not what I had planned at all ♡︎

It’s easy to worship a man who acts like a god.

And, as a god, he thinks himself above all others, takes what he wants without question, and gives what he deems necessary.

Ah, therein lies the rub.

What he deems. Not what you want or what you like; what he thinks you deserve, what he thinks you need.

You kneel pretty on the carpet between his legs as he sits on his bed, like a king would a throne. A brand new Tiffany and Co. padlock lays against your skin, twinkles in the lamplight while he fiddles with it, looks it over, scrutinises it; considering he’d gifted it to you only moments ago, he doesn’t seem impressed in the slightest.

But he’s handsome like this: hair down, naked, almost glowing. Ethereal. You’ve never met a man who moisturises after a shower, but you always offer to do it for him regardless.

Thick fingers tap at your chin, a silent order to look up at him, which you follow without pause. Red eyes take in your face, an eyebrow raising in silent judgement.

“Thank you, Barou,” you glance down at the heart-shaped padlock, face warming, but he taps your chin again, demanding your attention. “I-It’s beautiful,” you stammer, a little flustered.

“It’s not there for decoration,” he says firmly, still stoic. “It’s a declaration. You’re mine.”

“‘M yours,” you nod, almost breathless at the sentiment. You wanna say always, because it sounds lovely in your head, but the thought of him telling you not to get too comfortable crosses your mind, and you bite your tongue.

He’s told (read: warned) you a few times of the lovers before you, about how they expected things from him, things he just wouldn’t give. Barou’s an egotistical bastard if you’ve ever met one, but you like him and his ways— maybe a little too much.

He watches you a little longer, those eyes of his giving nothing away. Sometimes it feels like he can read your mind, but it seems now he’s having a hard time of it.

“How are you going to thank me?” He asks, leaning closer, gripping your chin and tugging it so he’s speaking against your lips. “Your collar wasn’t cheap, pet.”

You whimper as your tummy flutters, your hands going to his knees as you push up, pressing your lips to his. When you pull away from the kiss, you eye off his cock: thick, heavy, hanging flaccid against his hefty sack. “I’ll suck it? Can… may I please suck it?”

You watch as it twitches at your words, and Barou grunts a pleased sound, spreads his great legs wider, giving you a better view to take him in.

“I like it when you use your manners,” he murmurs, hand going to the top of your head, petting your hair, gently fondling your ear as you lean closer, rub your tongue against it’s spongey head.

You can feel your arousal in your underwear, addicted to his hard-won praise, needing more. More throaty grunts, more offhanded comments, more of his hands on you.

Your hands run up his powerful thighs, fingertips pressing into his soft— impossibly soft— skin. He waxes, which isn’t strange for a world-class athlete, but you didn’t think it’d ever be something you’re into. Of course, Barou proves you wrong once again.

Just like you never thought being called a possession, or a pet, or a beggar, would do anything for you, Barou has proved you wrong.

His cock is more than a mouthful, even soft, but you do your best to swallow him whole. Blunt nails scratch at your scalp as he exhales above you, and you feel him come alive against your tongue, quickly outgrowing the cavern of your mouth.

You pop off him with a gasp, but take no pause, diving right back in; you hold him at his base, slide up and down his shaft, hollowing your cheeks, feeling his cock throb between your lips, along your tongue, taking him in until he’s hitting the back of your throat.

He likes it like that. Hard and fast. Likes it when your eyes are watery, and you’re drooling all over his balls, humming around his shaft—

“Cock-drunk,” he breathes, tugging you off by your hair, tilting your head until your glassy eyes are meeting his. There’s a flush in his face, his eyes a little softer than before. “Who’s my little whore?”

You have to clear your throat, “me. I am,” and you try and slink out of his grip, to get back to his cock, but he holds you there, eyes narrowing a little.

“Only mine.” he says darkly, cementing the statement.

“Y-yours,” you nod, feeling saliva dribble down your chin, down your throat.

“Good,” he grunts, loosening his hold, allowing you to get back to your task.

But you don’t. You lean up and press your lips to his. He’s shocked, sucks in a little breath when you pull away, pump his cock in your hand.

“And you’re mine? R-right, Barou?” You hate how desperate you sound, hate how there’s a lump in your throat, that you’re expecting him to push you away, to throw you out for being too needy, for overstepping—

He pulls your hair again, harder, brings you close. “I belong to no one,” he breathes, and your stomach falls, devastation washing over you like a cold shower— “but you have my heart.” His other hand cups your jaw as the grip on the one in your hair loosens, and he presses his lips to your forehead. Tenderly.

The bubble of emotion in your throat threatens to burst and spill— real tears along with it— as you sit up on your knees, his hands cupping you gently. He pulls away, eyes intense, searing into you, and you’re speechless.

He seems to understand, and let’s you go, hands moving to brace himself as he leans back a little, the hard lines of his abs, obliques, and pecks defining as he flexes, laying himself bare for you.

You take in the view, but don’t dwell, getting back to work, needing to prove how much you worship this man— this god, who has decided to entrusted you with his heart.

Barou’s girthy and long on a good day, but he seems to grow in your mouth; the heady scent of something entirely masculine mingling with the buttery honey of his moisturiser filling your senses, the bitter taste of pre hitting the back of your throat.

Saliva floods your mouth when he triggers your gag reflex, tears finally spilling when he thrusts up a little too sharply, a choked sound vibrating around his cock as you mewl, still full of him. It doesn’t deter you though, if anything it spurs you on.

You move faster with more lubrication, stopping only to lick and suck at his balls, his perineum, before sliding back over him, swallowing him best you can, savouring the breathy gasp that falls from his lips.

Because more than verbal praise or bought gifts, what you desire is him. His essence.

His thick cum.

You want it so much your own excitement hurts, one hand holding his shaft still, the other between his legs, pad of your thumb pushing against that spot of skin beneath his sack, feeling for that subtle twitch that signals—

His huge, strong hand hits against the back of your head and holds you close as he simultaneously thrusts up, pushing your nose against his neatly trimmed pubes, head of his cock nestling deep in your throat.

As he exhales— a dirty, gruff, indecent sound— two things happen: one, he cums thickly down your throat, fingernails scratching your scalp as you choke and writhe for air.

And two, you cum.

It’s all a little hazy after that. He fucks you raw, fucks you hard, then he bathes you; washes your hair, scrubs your skin, leaves you to soak with some tea in his giant brass tub.

But there is one thing that keeps you smiling, even in your hazy, lethargic state of mind.

Your god has given you his heart.

[astrojoy]

🍵 Capricorn/Saturn Observations 🍵

DISCLAIMER

● Please remember that everything matters. Thus, planets aspecting definetly play a role on how certain things may play out in life

● Debilitations upon planets happen! (Definitely know this upon personal experience and my mothers chart)

Thank you, now enjoy you beautiful strangers 💚

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🍏 Saturn opposite Chiron gives a tough relationship with the father (if you don't have a dad then authority figures can play this role) Dad was probably harsh and you suffered a wound in the dealing. Chiron was affected by this in the end. Chiron will take a bit of time to heal. This slow healing will take time, I'm here for you! 💚

🍏 Saturn in the Ascendant makes someone appear older, or give off a more mature vibe about them. People can see them as serious unless influenced by other aspects

🍏 Capricorn Sun/Moon/Rising/Dominant could have had to grow up quickly. Become the "caretaker" in a sense. (Ex - Having to be the one to clean the house themeselves or take it upon themeselves/forced responsibilities quickly) I see a lot of Capricorn placements with this (My best friend has Capricorn Sun and Moon and has to be in charge of her house the most and take care of her parents 🥺) BTW, yes, I know this is stereotypical in a way, many people have said this, however I've seen these kinds of people with my own eyes, My older brothers friend has this kind of thing going on too, I respect you guys so much, heres a virtual hug 😔🤗)

🍏 Saturn in the 9th house most likely has a fixed set of beliefs, probably takes them a bit more than others to change their mind, on things such as religion and stuff

🍏 Capricorn placements can be seen as serious, sure, however they can be so loving! They are probably the mother figure of the friend group. Like some of you are so concerned and helpful sometimes!

🍏 Saturn in the 10th could show a career based around politics, lawyers, managers, bosses, law in general, or just a job that needs to be taken seriously

🍏 Capricorn/Saturn risings have beautiful teeth or legs in general since they rule those body parts

🍏 Capricorn/Saturn in 4th dictates a traditional household or strict childhood. Strict fathers when it came to home life can come from this aspect as well

🍏 Saturn in the 7th gives a good chance of marrying someone older than their own age (could even be as little as a year older) also a traditional marriage could be in the cards. Some people end up marrying later in life with this aspect too (such as 28-35 since generally I see people marry at a rough estimate of 23-26)

🍏 Saturn opposite Jupiter has a conserved way of approaching things, even optimism! They may be cautious and less risk taking. They are just very careful and realistic is all. Personally I think this position also gives someone good judgement

🍏 The reason people say Saturn can get weak in the sign of Aries is because Aries wants to GO GO GO whereas Saturn likes to take things slow. Imagine someone who's risk taking but the other is cautious, however personally I feel like if these are in good tides in someones chart then it can make a person take risks but cautiously which benefits them altogether since there is a good flow of energies between the two

🍏 Ive seen Saturn/Moon conjunctions cause depression before, breath and take it slow! Everything happens for a reason friend! 💚

🍏 Saturn in 11th creates boundaries against some people. Might be very careful with whom they become friends with

🍏 I've seen a lot of Capricorn dominant people be shorter than average? Yall good down there? PFFT ILL STOP SORRY 😂

🍏 Saturn/Mercury aspects have such a formal and intellectual way of thinking. Gives me professor vibes tbh this is not a cry for help on my math work Also my acquaintance has this aspect and they tend to focus really well, this aspect probably has something to do with it too 🧐

🍏 Saturn/Sun hard aspects show low self esteem in childhood, not a good relationship with the father figure, possibly got talked down to at some point. They have a lot of challenges they've dealt with. Luckily this aspect can get better as they grow up. Remember, Saturn is a slow planet so it still takes time, however, it still moves

🍏 Saturn in 12th (also Sun but I'll talk about that in another post) could indicate an absent Dad. Maybe he was just distant or isn't in that persons life much 🙁

🍏 Saturn/North Node harsh aspects can give a lot of challenges in your destiny part of life, but with this people can rise to the top once they've overcome these and will also learn valuable lessons to carry with their soul

🍏 Saturn/Mars aspects don't give up easily!

Have an amazing day ! 💚

Now 😡

Or I will take away your birthchart 😃