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[svtiddiess]

Be My Tigress?

Synopsis: After moving halfway across the world to Korea, you landed a job as an Assistant Manager at Carat Company, a media company known for television production, music management, and digital content creation. Your boss, Soonyoung—though he insists everyone call him Hoshi—turned out to be an absolute whirlwind of chaos. From tiger-themed stationery and tiger-themed office décor to a full-on tiger fursuit, his relentless dedication to his so-called "tiger agenda" has left you questioning your sanity on more than one occasion. (Seriously, what even is a horanghae??) As you adjust to your new life and career, one question keeps nagging at you: how has he not been fired yet? No, really—why hasn't anyone reported this insane man to HR?

Pairing: marketing manager!Hoshi x assistant manager!afab!reader ft. marketing intern!Jun and human resources manager!Woozi

Genre: crack, fluff, slightest of angst, smut, office romance, office! au

Rating: mature

Word count: 6.6k (for this part)

Warnings: tiger agenda is strong in this one, Hoshi is very unserious (and a diva), unrealistic workplace environment, mentions of alcohol, HR pls don't fire Hoshi

Smut Warnings: penetrative sex, protected sex (we cheered!), body worship, big dick!Hoshi, aftercare, lemme know if I missed anything!

Note: This is part of the 'That's Showbiz Baby!' collab! Check out the masterlist here! Be sure to check out all the other amazing fics in the collab!

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Deep breaths. In and out.

A shaky breath escapes your lips as you try to steady the nerves crawling up your spine. New city, new people, new job—it's all a bit much. But new beginnings are good, change is good…or at least, that's what you keep telling yourself.

With one final breath, you shake off the jitters and step into your new workplace—Carat Company.

Smoothing out your skirt, you walk onto your assigned floor. The receptionist greeted you so warmly that it sparked a small comfort in your chest, easing your nerves just a little. Fidgeting with your freshly issued ID tag, you glance around in search of your new boss—

Kwon Soonyoung.

When you told the receptionist you were the new assistant marketing manager, she gave you a pitying smile and muttered, "Good luck, you're going to need it—especially if you're working with him." You still have no idea what that means. Is your boss a tyrant? A slave-driver? Whatever the case, you're determined to prove you're not someone who backs down from a challenge.

Your eyes scan the floor—and then stop on something…strange. Someone's wearing what looks like a tiger fur coat? Okay, bold fashion choice. Their back is turned, but you can tell it's a man. Blonde hair—very unnatural.

Then he turns.

You blink. Sunglasses. Indoors. Coupled with the tiger coat and the flashy hair, he looks like the walking embodiment of a diva.

Must be a client, you think, attempting to ignore him and continue your boss hunt. You wander the floor, eyes peeled for any signs of the marketing manager.

Suddenly, a gasp—and footsteps. You turn around, startled, as the man in the tiger coat bolts toward you.

"Are you the new hire?!" he exclaims, eyes shining.

"I—uh—yes?" you answer, unsure and slightly alarmed.

He gasps again, practically vibrating. "Oh my god! A new horangdan!" he squeals.

A what? Did he just…call you a slur?

"I'm Hoshi! The marketing manager!" he beams.

Hoshi? Marketing manager? Did this man break out of the asylum and assume the role of your boss? That must be it, he must be an insane person who broke into here and just started to call himself the manager. That's the only explanation. There's no way this is the person you're supposed to report to.

"Hoshi?" you repeat, uncertain.

"Well, my government name is Soonyoung, but I prefer Hoshi!" he chirps.

Oh. So…this is the Soonyoung you were looking for.

"You're Kwon Soonyoung?" you ask, still trying to reconcile the name with the image before you.

"Yup! That's me!" he grins. "Oh! I have to initiate you into the Horanghae Club!" he gasps and dashes off before you can react.

You stand frozen, dumbfounded. Did you just join a cult? Is it too late to back out? You glance toward the elevator, calculating how fast you could make a run for it and disappear from this fever dream of a first day.

Before you can act on your escape plan, Soonyoung—Hoshi?—returns.

"Here!" he says cheerfully, handing you a tiger-themed pen.

You take it cautiously and give it a once-over. Despite the ridiculous design, the pen is surprisingly high quality.

"I give one to every horangdan when they join. It's official now!" he says proudly.

You nod slowly, offering the most forced smile in your entire life.

"Oh! And we have to take a horanghae selfie!" he gasps again.

"A what?" you ask, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"Just follow my lead!" he instructs, holding up his hand and curling his fingers into a tiger-like claw. You hesitate, then mimic the pose. His smile only widens as he pulls out his phone and snaps a selfie. You stare blankly at the camera, still trying to make sense of everything.

"Perfect! You're officially part of the team! I'll send you the photo on Teams and get it framed too!" he says enthusiastically. "And hey—if you ever need help, don't hesitate to call me!"

With that, he flashes a final grin and heads off toward what must be his office.

Your hand slowly drops from the claw pose as you attempt to process what just happened. One thing's for sure: you'll definitely, definitely hesitate to call him.

Is it too soon to quit?

You think to yourself as you blankly stare at the monitor in front of you. You were prepared to take on anything—prepared day and night for the possible work they might throw at you, learned the latest marketing trends, heck, even braced yourself for the possibility of a boss straight out of a corporate nightmare. But this? This, you did not see coming.

Kwon Soonyoung is in love—no, scratch that—obsessed with tigers. You're convinced that if a genie popped up and offered him three wishes, he'd use every single one to become a tiger.

Somehow, he's also made it his personal mission to transform your desk into a shrine to tiger-kind. The tiger-striped pen was only the beginning. Now you've got a matching mug, keyboard mat, and coaster. Even your desktop wallpaper is tiger-themed—and for some reason, you can't seem to change it. A grinning cartoon tiger stares back at you, almost like it's mocking you. You've never wanted to punch a screen more in your life, but seeing as you'd rather not owe the company for damages, you've restrained yourself.

You lean back in your chair with a resigned sigh, already thinking about quitting—and it's not even lunchtime yet. A boisterous laugh snaps you out of your thoughts, and you look over to see Soonyoung approaching you.

Shit.

You quickly sit up straight and pretend to look busy, hoping that he'll leave you alone if he sees you're busy. But unfortunately, he doesn't.

"Hey Y/N! How's everything going so far?" he beams, adjusting his fur coat and slipping off his sunglasses like he's stepping onto a runway instead of into the office.

"Uh—yeah, it's going fine. Just slowly getting the hang of things," you reply with an awkward smile.

"Did you see your wallpaper?!" he asks, practically bouncing. "I personally begged the IT team to set everyone's desktop to adorable tigers!"

"It's…cute?" you manage to say.

"I knew you'd love it!" he beams, proud of himself.

Then, he gasps like he's just witnessed a crime, clutching his chest with theatrical flair. "Wait—don't tell me—you don't have your custom keyboard and mouse yet?!"

"My what now?" you blink at him, completely lost.

"I made a special request—a custom tiger-themed keyboard and mouse just for you! Only the best for my assistant manager!" he beams proudly. Then he pouts. "But they're not here. I think IT might've ignored my request."

Thank god, you think.

"It's no problem, Soonyoung. I'm more than happy with what I have," you say with a polite smile, hoping to end this tiger crusade.

"No! Absolutely not! My assistant manager does not use cheap equipment!" he declares with righteous conviction. "I'll make sure you get them—I promise!"

"I-it's really okay, Soonyoung—" you try to reassure him, desperation creeping in.

"Nonsense!" he grins, throwing you a wink. "Only the best for my assistant manager."

"Wow…how generous of you," you say through gritted teeth.

"I'm heading to IT right now!" he announces before dramatically striding off.

You stare after him, completely defeated. With a deep breath, you rise from your seat and let out a long, weary exhale.

You're going to HR.

You can't do this anymore. You don't even know what you're going to say, but you'll figure it out when you get there. All you know is that something has to be done about this lunatic. And so, you march. Straight to HR.

[…]

You let out a slow exhale and knock twice before stepping into the HR manager's office. Inside, a man is furiously typing away at his keyboard, too engrossed to notice your presence. You glance at the nameplate on his desk—Lee Jihoon; Human Resources Manager.

You take a cautious few steps in, but he doesn't even flinch. Still typing. Still scowling. You clear your throat.

He finally looks up and raises an unimpressed eyebrow. "Can I help you?"

"I'm here to file a complaint," you say, shifting awkwardly.

"Is it a Hoshi-related complaint?" he asks with a resigned sigh.

Your eyebrows shoot up, and your mouth parts slightly. How did he know?

"Uh—yes?"

He exhales again, shaking his head as he mutters something under his breath that you're pretty sure was "not again".

"Put it in that box," he says, pointing to the corner of the room before returning to his screen.

You follow his gesture and turn to look, and your jaw practically hits the floor. A cardboard box, overflowing with paper. It's stuffed so full that several complaints have spilt out and are lying abandoned on the floor around it.

How is this man still employed? You wonder, genuinely baffled.

Staring at the box, you come to a decision. It's not worth it. Filing a complaint won't make a dent in the madness that is Kwon Soonyoung.

With your soul dispirited, you accept your fate and drag yourself back to your desk in defeat.

Taking another long sip of your coffee, you step onto your floor, hoping that the caffeine would give you enough fuel to get through the day. You went home completely exhausted yesterday despite having been given very little work; you suspect it has something to do with your tiger-obsessed boss.

Speaking of your tiger-obsessed boss, you spot him chatting with someone, his back facing you, and you do a full double-take. He's wearing a normal shirt. No stripes, no tiger prints, nothing. Just…normal. For a second, you wonder if your eyes are playing tricks on you, but that unmistakable bleach-blonde hair confirms it—it's definitely him.

"Huh, maybe I misjudged him too quickly," you mutter to yourself as you take in his office-appropriate outfit.

Just as the last words leave your mouth, Soonyoung turns around, revealing a tiger print tie.

"Never mind," you sigh. You can't believe you actually had hope for this man.

His face lights up the moment he sees you, and he jogs over, grinning from ear to ear.

"Good morning, Y/N!" he greets you with his horanghae pose.

"…Good morning, Soonyoung," you mutter, forcing a tight-lipped smile.

"I told you to call me Hoshi," he pouts, his shoulders drooping like a scolded kid instead of a grown marketing manager.

"…I've got work to do, so I'll be heading to my desk now," you say, keeping the forced smile plastered on your face.

"Good luck with work!" Soonyoung cheers as you walk away.

You reach your desk and sink into your chair with a sigh. That's when you notice something new—something that definitely wasn't there yesterday. Sitting proudly on your desk is a picture frame…with the selfie you took with Soonyoung yesterday. You pick it up, scoffing in disbelief. He actually framed it.

Your expression in the photo is pure confusion, while Hoshi's is pure joy. The contrast is almost comedic—almost.

Grumbling, you shove the frame into the nearest drawer, silently vowing never to look at it again. You boot up your desktop, only to be greeted by that same infuriating tiger wallpaper, grinning back at you like it knows exactly what it's doing.

You let out a heavy sigh and rub your temples, trying to ground yourself. It's only the second day, you remind yourself. Taking one last deep breath, you open your email and dive into work.

[…]

A notification blinks on your screen, snapping you out of your work-induced daze. Team meeting in 20 minutes. Deciding that a quick snack might help you survive whatever chaos awaits, you head toward the break room.

As you step inside, you spot Soonyoung already there, happily making himself a cup of coffee. You inwardly groan—talking to him was the last thing you wanted. Still, you figure it wouldn’t hurt to gather a little intel about the upcoming meeting.

"Hello, Soonyoung," you greet, but he doesn't react—he simply carries on making his coffee.

You furrow your eyebrows in confusion; did he not hear you? You clear your throat and greet him again, louder. But once again, his focus is only on the coffee in his hand.

Worry etches onto your face. Is he upset with you? Did you do something to offend him? Does he hate you? Oh god—

Wait.

"…Hoshi?" you murmur.

Soonyoung turns to look at you, a bright smile on his face.

"Yes?" he chirps.

Your shoulders slump, and your expression says it all—you're done. With an audible sigh, you drag a hand down your face, trying to gather whatever scraps of patience you have left.

"We have a meeting soon, do you think you could brief me about it before we attend?" you mutter.

"Oh, right! Tuesdays are meeting days!" he remarks.

"We don't have meetings on other days?" you ask, tilting your head in confusion.

"Well, I don't anyway," he shrugs.

"Oh," you mutter, confused as to why he only has meetings on Tuesdays—but you don't think too much about it.

"It's just an introduction meeting about the new campaign we'll be carrying out to promote an upcoming show. Don't worry too much about it!" he reassures you. You nod, feeling slightly relieved at his words.

You glance at the time and immediately panic—only five minutes left until the meeting. Without wasting a second, you make a beeline for the meeting room. Well, you speed walk like your life depends on it, while Soonyoung strolls behind you at a leisurely pace.

You slip into your seat next to Jun, the intern you've chatted with a few times. You exchange a polite smile before turning your attention to setting up your things. Moments later, Soonyoung bursts in, grinning from ear to ear, practically glowing with energy.

"Hello, everyone!" he chirps. "Horanghae!" he grins, throwing up that cursed horanghae gesture you've grown to resent with every fibre of your being.

You give him a look of pure disbelief, quickly glancing around the room in hopes that someone—anyone—might share your pain. But no. One by one, every single person in the room mimics the gesture and echoes, "Horanghae!" Even Jun, who you thought was normal.

Your eyes widen, and your jaw nearly hits the floor. Is everyone in this company actually insane?

Soonyoung turns to you, eyes full of hope. Then you realise—everyone is staring at you, waiting. Expecting. You freeze, panic flashing across your face. With no escape in sight, you force it out, "…horanghae?"

Soonyoung beams like you just gave him the greatest gift in the world, then launches into the meeting.

You sit there, staring blankly at your laptop screen, questioning every life choice that led you to this moment.

The meeting finally wraps up, and to your genuine surprise, everything went…smoothly. No unexpected tiger trivia, no random bursts of energy—Soonyoung actually acted professionally. And not just that—he was good. A competent, clear, and oddly charismatic leader. If he weren't so obsessively in love with tigers, you might actually respect him as your boss.

As the final remarks are made, Soonyoung closes out the meeting, thanking everyone for their hard work.

"Good job, Horangdans!" he grins, throwing up the horanghae gesture with far too much enthusiasm. And of course, like some sort of cult ritual, everyone mirrors the gesture—except you.

And once again, every single head turns in your direction, all eyes locked on you, waiting.

With the weight of a hundred stares on your shoulders, you give in, raising your hand in defeat. "…horanghae," you sigh, dead inside.

"Great! Meeting dismissed!" Soonyoung chirps, already bouncing out the door.

You stare after him, unmoving, lost in thought.

Should you start drafting your two weeks' notice?

Heavy footsteps echo in the office as you trudge to your desk; you haven't had your morning coffee yet, and the despair radiating off of you makes that very obvious.

Plopping your stuff on the desk, you trudge your way over to the break room to get your fix. As you try and drag your feet along the office floor, a bright orange figure grabs your attention from the corner of your eye. You do a double-take and see that there's a…tiger? In the middle of the office?

You rub your eyes, making sure you're not hallucinating from the lack of caffeine, but to your dismay, there really is a giant tiger fursuit roaming around the office.

To your horror, the tiger fursuit turns around and looks at you—it's looking directly at you. You let out a shriek in panic when it starts running towards you. You turn around and prepare to run away, but stop when you hear a familiar voice speaking through the fursuit.

"Good morning Y/N!"

You face the tiger fursuit, pure bewilderment etched onto your face.

"…Soonyoung?" you manage to choke out through your shock.

"Horanghae!" he chirps, holding up his hand (paw?).

"Soonyoung, why the hell are you in a fursuit?!" you shriek.

"Cause it's Wednesday!" he casually responds, as if he hadn't just reduced your lifespan by half. You simply stare at him, too perplexed to form a sentence.

"I'm just gonna…go now," you state, too baffled to even come up with an excuse.

"Okay! Have a great day!" he says cheerfully before skipping away to god knows where.

Plopping down at your desk, you bury your face in your hands, your mind spinning from everything you just endured. A troubling thought creeps in.

Is your boss a…FURRY?!?!!

"Hey, uh, you okay?"

You peek through your fingers to see Jun standing beside you, a concerned look on his face. You glance over at Soonyoung—now scaring another poor employee in his fursuit—then back at Jun.

"Is this…normal?" you ask, voice low and laced with disbelief.

Jun follows your gaze, then looks back at you with a shrug.

"Yeah, pretty much. Don't worry, you'll get used to it."

"Oh…" you mumble, slumping further into your chair.

Determination blazing in your eyes, you storm into Jihoon's office. He's at his desk, eyes glued to his computer, unbothered even as your heavy footsteps approach him. He doesn't even flinch when you slam your hand on the table.

"You need to fire Soonyoung," you demand.

"I'm afraid we can't do that without proper reason," he states, eyes still focused on the screen.

"He is a furry! That should be a good enough reason!" you blurt, hands waving around wildly.

Jihoon lets out a long, weary sigh before turning to you, an unmistakable look of annoyance written across his face. "Unfortunately, that is not a good enough reason to fire him. Once you have a good enough reason, please do hesitate to come see me."

He shoots you a sarcastic smile before turning back to his computer, clearly unbothered. A defeated sigh slips from your lips as your shoulders sag. With a permanent pout etched onto your face, you begrudgingly trudge back to your desk, defeated once again by none other than Kwon Soonyoung.

It's a new day; a fresh start.

You chant the words in your head like a mantra as you make your way to your desk. But the moment you arrive, you stop dead in your tracks. Something new catches your eye—bright orange with unmistakable black stripes.

No way.

He actually did it.

Kwon Soonyoung actually got you a custom keyboard and mouse. Both tiger-themed.

You run your fingers across the keyboard, pressing a few keys. You hate how satisfying they feel—each press giving a perfect thock under your fingertips. The mouse is just as bad: sleek, ergonomic, dangerously comfortable. It's the kind of setup your wrists would write a thank-you letter for.

God, you hate it. You hate how high-quality it is. You want to throw it across the room, never touch it again—but you can't. It's too good. Way too good.

With great reluctance, you've decided to keep the tiger keyboard and mouse.

"Good morning, Y/N! How do you like your new keyboard and mouse?!"

You yelp, startled, and look up—only to see Soonyoung standing there in a…tiger onesie.

At this point, you're not even surprised anymore. And this is definitely one of the more tamer outfits you've seen him in.

"Good morning Soonyoung. The keyboard and mouse are definitely…more of a higher quality than I expected," you admit, begrudgingly.

"Of course! Only the best for my assistant manager!" he grins, beaming with pride. "I made a super special request just for you!"

Your fingers trail across the keys again. If it weren't for the obnoxious design, you'd almost be touched. You glance up at him, raising an eyebrow. You know you won't get a logical answer, but you have to ask:

"Soonyoung, why're you in a onesie?"

"Cause it's Thursday, duh!" he says, like it's the most obvious thing in the world.

"…of course," you sigh.

"Would you like a tiger onesie? I have plenty of new ones! I would gladly give you one!" he chirps.

"I appreciate the offer, but I'm good, Soonyoung," you reply with a tight-lipped smile.

"Aw, okay." He pouts, shoulders drooping—and for some reason, your heart skips a beat. You weren't expecting him to look that cute. The way his bottom lip sticks out and his cheeks puff slightly made you feel some type of way. You quickly shake the thought away and clear your throat.

"I have work to do, so if you'll excuse me," you mumble, praying he doesn't notice the blush creeping up your cheeks.

"Oh, okay! Have a nice day, Y/N!" he says cheerfully before heading off to his office.

You watch him leave, and before you realise it, a small smile finds its way onto your lips.

You step into the office, a fresh cup of coffee in hand, humming a tune that's been stuck in your head all morning, ready to seize the day. It's Friday, after all—just need to survive one more day before the sweet release of the weekend.

As you make your way to your desk, you pause.

Something's…off.

Half the office is empty. The usual buzz of chatter and clacking keyboards is nowhere to be found. You glance around, double-checking. Nope—definitely not your imagination. It's eerily quiet.

You spot Jun at his desk, the only familiar face in the sea of emptiness, and decide to ask him what's going on.

"Good morning, Jun! Where is everyone?" you ask, tilting your head in confusion.

"Oh, good morning, Y/N!" he replies cheerfully. "We don't really work on Fridays."

"Huh? Why not?"

"Hoshi lets people leave early or take the day off if they want. Says we all deserve a long weekend," he states.

You nod, slowly starting to connect the dots as to why Soonyoung hasn't been fired yet. Maybe…maybe he's not such a terrible boss after all.

Out of the corner of your eye, you catch movement. You turn your head, and instantly regret it.

Soonyoung is approaching. Not just any Soonyoung, no. This Soonyoung is dressed in a blinding, tiger-striped three-piece suit. Your eyes sting just from looking at it. You're convinced that if you stare any longer, you'll lose your vision permanently.

"Good morning, guys! Happy Friday!" he beams as he struts over.

You mumble a half-hearted greeting while Jun responds with matching enthusiasm.

"Do you like my Friday suit, Y/N?" He grins as he twirls around, showing off the god awful suit.

Before you can answer, Jun subtly nudges your side and whispers, "Just say yes."

"Uh…yes?" you begrudgingly say, and Soonyoung's eyes light up. It's as if your single yes made his whole day.

"Thank you! I had it custom-made!" he says proudly, practically glowing. "Oh—and if you two don't have any urgent work, feel free to head out early!"

He throws you a wink before skipping off to his office.

You're left blinking in disbelief.

Jun turns to you, voice light. "It's better to just accept him for who he is than try to fight it."

You raise an eyebrow.

"If you can't beat him, join him, or at least tolerate him. Life's easier that way," he shrugs.

You glance toward Soonyoung's office as Jun’s words sink in. And, somehow, you know he's right. Fighting the cosmic chaos that is Kwon Soonyoung will only lead to your mental decline. It's best to accept it.

Accept that he's a furry.

Accept that he owns more than one tiger suit.

Accept that, somehow, this man is your boss.

And with that, you make peace with your fate.

Smiling to yourself, you hit the print button, finally wrapping up the report you've been working on for weeks. Several weeks have passed since you accepted your fate, and honestly, it feels like a weight has been lifted off your shoulders.

Soonyoung has gone from insufferable to…tolerable—a massive achievement for him. Grabbing the freshly printed report, you do a final read-through before heading toward his office to get it signed.

You pause in front of his office door, a bit nervous. This is your first time stepping into his office, and you have no idea what to expect. Taking a deep breath, you knock and wait.

"Come in," Soonyoung's muffled voice answers.

Exhaling slowly, you open the door—and instantly freeze.

Your jaw, along with the report in your hand, drops at the sight before you. A life-sized tiger statue stands near the entrance, so realistic you swear its glass eyes are following you. Dominating the back wall is a massive tiger painting, looming over the entire room.

"Y/N!" Soonyoung yelps when he sees you, quickly hurrying over, eyes scanning you with concern. "Are you okay?!"

"H-Huh?" Your focus snaps back to him. "Uh, yeah…I'm fine," you mumble.

"Soonyoung, why in the world is there a giant tiger statue in your office?!" you blurt out, wildly gesturing at the intimidating figure.

He glances over at the statue, then back at you. "Oh! That's Hochi! I somehow managed to convince the finance department it was essential for marketing a film once," he grins proudly.

"I—how?!" you exclaim, exasperated.

He simply shrugs. "I don't know. They kind of just told me I can do whatever I want with the budget as long as I leave them alone."

"Oh…" you trail off, still processing.

Soonyoung bends down to pick up the report you dropped, handing it back to you.

"Here's your paperwork. You're really okay, though?" he asks again, his voice soft with concern.

You take the documents, and as your fingers brush, a spark shoots up your spine, making your breath hitch.

"Y-Yeah," you stammer, quickly retracting your hand. "I just need you to sign this report."

"Oh, yeah! Sure thing!" he smiles and heads over to his desk to sign. While he scribbles his signature, you take the chance to steady your breathing and rub your trembling hands together.

Once done, Soonyoung hands the report back to you. And again, as you grab it, your fingers graze each other—and once again, your heart skips a beat.

You snatch your hand back, mumble a quick thank you, and make a speedy exit, silently praying he didn't notice the blush on your cheeks.

You plop down at your desk, head in your hands, brain on overdrive. Your heart won't stop racing, and the worst part is—you know exactly why.

Why the hell are you feeling like this around your boss?

Your eyes drift to your drawer. Hesitating for a beat, you reach out and pull it open. Inside, right where you left it, is the picture frame you had shoved out of sight weeks ago. The photo stares back at you—Soonyoung smiling so brightly, you almost want to return the smile. Almost.

You slam the drawer shut with a groan.

"Get your shit together, Y/N," you mutter, rubbing your face. "You cannot be catching feelings for the furry."

You inhale deeply, trying to collect yourself, only for your eyes to flick toward his office door. The memories creep back in, uninvited—the way your heart stuttered when his fingers brushed against yours.

Your heart skips again at the thought.

You groan and slam your forehead onto the desk.

Jun, who just happens to be walking by, pauses. He leans over your desk slowly, staring at you with a mix of confusion and concern.

"Uh…bestie, you good?" he asks, cautiously.

"Yup. Just peachy," you mumble, voice muffled by the desk and soaked in obvious, soul-crushing denial.

Jun blinks. "…okay then," he says slowly, backing away and deciding it was best to leave you alone.

You let out a long, suffering sigh.

Damn you Kwon Soonyoung.

Friday night—you should be home, sprawled on your couch, eating junk food and binge-watching your favourite shows to unwind from the workweek. Instead, you're here at a restaurant with your entire team, all thanks to Soonyoung's spontaneous company dinner announcement that landed in everyone's inbox earlier this week.

And of course, by some cruel twist of fate, you've ended up sitting right next to Soonyoung. The random butterflies you've been getting around him lately haven't exactly gone away, and being this close isn't doing anything to help your steadily growing crush.

Staring at the shot glass in your hand, you sigh and down it in one swift motion, silently hoping the alcohol will help calm your nerves. You glance over at Soonyoung, who's tossing back his own shots like they're water.

It doesn't take long for the alcohol to work its magic. When you glance back at him again, his cheeks are flushed, his usual high energy somehow even more amplified.

"Y/N! Take a shot with me!" he shouts enthusiastically, sliding another shot your way. You glance at the glass, then back at his bright, flushed face and figure: why not? With your buzzed state already clouding your better judgment, you knock it back. And another. And another.

Before you know it, you're just as drunk as he is—if not worse.

The alcohol makes you bold. Too bold. Before you even realise what you're doing, you're straight up flirting with Soonyoung. And what's worse? He’s flirting right back.

You lean in—close, dangerously close. The noise of the restaurant, the chatter of your coworkers, the clinking of glasses—all of it fades into nothing. Right now, it's just the two of you suspended in this charged moment.

You can feel his breath against your lips, warm and inviting, as his eyes search yours, wide and glimmering with a mixture of surprise and anticipation.

With a boldness only liquid courage can provide, you whisper, voice soft and sultry, "Wanna bring me back to your place?"

The two of you stumble into the apartment, a tangled mess of limbs, heated kisses, and wandering hands. Neither of you remembers exactly how you got here, but neither of you cares.

As soon as the door shuts, Soonyoung spins you around, pressing your back against it before crashing his lips onto yours once again. The kiss is frantic, desperate, full of pent-up tension that's finally being released. You're both breathless, but neither of you wants to pull away—the taste of him is intoxicating.

Finally, he breaks the kiss, forehead resting against yours as both of you struggle to steady your breathing. His hand gently cups your flushed cheek, thumb brushing along your skin as his gaze locks onto yours, dark and searching.

"Are you sure you want this?" he whispers, voice low and full of restraint.

You meet his eyes, lips brushing his as you mumble, "Soonyoung, just shut up and fuck me."

A breathless chuckle escapes him. "Yes, ma'am."

Without hesitation, his arms sweep under you, lifting you effortlessly. You squeal softly, instinctively wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck as he carries you through the apartment.

He brings you to the bedroom and gently lays you down onto the bed as if you were something precious, never once breaking eye contact—his gaze burning with desire.

His lips crash into yours again—hungry and desperate. Your fingers twist in his hair, tugging sharply, and he groans against your mouth. His hands caress your body, sending shivers down your spine.

He trails hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck, his fingers already working to strip you. Your blouse and skirt are gone in seconds, leaving you bare except for your underwear.

He pulls back just enough to drink in the sight of you, trembling, breathless—his gaze dark with hunger.

"Fuck, your gorgeous," he groans, and you squirm under the intensity of it.

"Stop staring and put your dick inside me already," you mutter, cheeks burning.

Soonyoung laughs, low and amused. "Gotta prep you first, beautiful."

Gentle fingers make quick work of your bra, his teeth grazing your skin in a teasing scrape. You gasp as your breasts are freed, and he wastes no time, claiming one with his mouth while his hand kneads the other. A moan spills from your lips as pleasure arcs through you, back arching into his touch.

He sucks hard, drawing a whimper from you, then nips playfully just to hear you gasp. You feel his smirk against your skin as he switches sides, lavishing the same torment on your other breast. Already, heat pools low in your belly, your body aching for more.

Teasing fingers drag your underwear down slowly, and you squirm beneath him. A single digit slips into your slick heat, your body's need undeniable. Your mouth falls open as his finger curls inside, coaxing a gasp from your lips. He smirks, drinking in every reaction.

His kiss is deep, possessive, as he adds a second finger. The stretch burns just enough to make you choke out a whimper, especially when he scissors you open, stretching you for what's coming.

"Taking my fingers so well," he murmurs, admiring the way you clench around him.

You whine, hiding your flushed face, and his low chuckle only deepens your embarrassment. When he withdraws his fingers, you protest with a needy whimper.

"Don't worry, beautiful," he taunts, stripping off the rest of his clothes. "I'll fill you up soon enough."

Your eyes widen at the sight of him—fuck, he's huge, even bigger than you'd imagined. You can't fathom how he’s going to fit, prep or not. Soonyoung smirks at your reaction, clearly pleased with himself.

"I'll take it slow, I promise," he promises, and you swallow hard before nodding.

He grabs a condom from the drawer, rolling it on before joining you again on the bed. His fingers brush stray hair from your face, his touch tender as he cups your cheek. Leaning in, he captures your lips in a soft kiss just as he pushes inside.

You gasp against his mouth, fingers flying to his shoulders, nails biting into his skin as he stretches you impossibly wide. He's so deep it's dizzying, and for a moment, he stills, letting you adjust despite the tension in his muscles.

A shaky nod and a squeeze of his shoulders is all it takes—he starts moving, slow and deliberate, and you melt at the sensation. Soonyoung groans at the way you clench around him, his breath ragged.

"S-Soonyoung, more," you whimper, and with a growl, he obliges.

His thrusts grow harder, faster, your moans filling the room as his name spills from your lips. Sweat glistens on his skin, his abs flexing under your wandering hands, and the way he shudders at your touch only spurs you on.

"Close?" he grits out. "Need you to come with me."

"R-Rub my clit," you beg, and his fingers are there in an instant, circling just right, relentless.

Pleasure coils tight in your stomach, your back arching as your vision whites out. Soonyoung fucks you through it, his rhythm faltering as he chases his own release.

"F-Fuck!" he snarls when he comes, hips jerking, refusing to stop until you're both spent.

You tremble beneath him, oversensitive and breathless, as he slows, dragging out the last waves of your climax before collapsing onto you.

The room falls into a comfortable silence, broken only by the sound of your heavy, laboured breaths mingling in the air. After a moment, Soonyoung gently pulls away, earning a soft whine from you at the loss of his warmth.

He presses a tender kiss to your temple, softly shushing you. "It's okay, I'll be right back," he whispers reassuringly.

Your eyelids grow heavier, the exhaustion finally catching up to you as the adrenaline wears off. You feel yourself drifting in and out of sleep, your mind hazy and your body relaxed.

The last thing you register is the comforting sensation of a warm, damp washcloth carefully tending to your skin, his touch delicate, as he takes care of you.

You bring your arm up to block the sunlight filtering in, trying to get in a few more minutes of sleep. A low groan escapes your lips as a sharp throb pulses in your head—you really shouldn't have drunk that much.

You try to roll over, but something warm and solid prevents you from doing so.

Cracking open your eyes, your blurry vision adjusts just enough for you to make out the figure beside you. Blinking a few times, you finally realise what—or rather who it is.

"S-Soonyoung?!" you gasp, sitting up abruptly.

Your eyes dart around the unfamiliar room, panic surging through you as the memories slowly piece themselves together. You clutch your head, wincing both from the headache and the horrifying realisation. Oh no…oh god no.

You just slept with your boss.

Your breathing quickens, heart racing as worst-case scenarios flash through your mind like a disaster reel. Fired. Unemployed. Homeless. Your entire life crashing down because of one drunken night.

Beside you, Soonyoung stirs, sensing your frantic energy.

"Y/N?" he mumbles groggily, voice still thick with sleep. "What's wrong?"

"Soonyoung, we—you—I—ugh!" you exclaim, words stumbling over themselves as your brain short-circuits.

He sits up beside you, clearly still half-asleep, and you quickly avert your gaze to avoid taking in his very naked state.

"Hey, hey, relax," he says gently, trying to calm you. "Why are you freaking out?"

"Why am I freaking out?! We just slept together!" you yell, flailing your arms in panic.

He blinks at you, tilting his head like a confused puppy. "And?"

You gape at him, utterly dumbfounded by his calm reaction.

"What do you mean 'and'?! If anyone finds out, we could get fired! This is serious!"

He simply shrugs, completely unfazed. "Well, I won't tell if you won't tell. So, no one's gonna know."

Your jaw drops again as you flail your arms one last time before groaning and collapsing into your hands in defeat.

"I'm way too hungover for this," you mutter, massaging your temples.

"Come on, lie back down," Soonyoung coaxes, slipping his arm around you and gently guiding you back into the bed. Too exhausted to protest, you let him.

You stare blankly at the ceiling as your mind races, anxiety swirling with every possible consequence of last night's mistake. But one thing's painfully clear:

This is definitely going to change everything.

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[astrolook]

🧭Synastry - Their 1st Lord Through The Houses 🔍

Note: These are all my personal observations and patterns I've noticed over the years. Take what resonates with you more and leave the rest. Lemme know in the comments if it hits home! A single placement or aspect isn't enough to conclude and the whole chart has to be analyzed!

Their 1st house lord shows how they move through life, how they carry themselves, and how they naturally are. When it lands in one of your houses, it shows where their presence hits you. Where they enter your life. It’s not about what they do, it’s who they are. And who they are lives in that part of your chart. That’s the role they end up playing in your world, whether they know it or not. It shows what part of you they wake up, disturb, support, or define, just by being themselves.

Their 1st lord thru your houses:

Their 1st lord in ur 1st - They will make u feel like a main character. They bring out your “I don’t care what people think” era. You like how you look when you’re with them. Their presence will make u say, "I need this person in my life." You actually become more confident just bcoz they're around you. On the other hand, it can be somewhat annoying. They’re always in your face energetically like calm down, I get it, you exist. You would feel exposed. Identity crisis.

Keywords: mirroring energy, feels like you’re seeing yourself, direct pull, strong first impression, wants to lead or match you, can’t ignore them even when you try, makes it feel personal from day one, wants attention but pretends not to, competes with your identity, intense presence in small spaces, connection feels alive and unavoidable, fast emotional pacing, shows up with strong opinions or strong stares, acts like they belong in your life, can become overwhelming fast, brings out your ego or soft spots, after breakup stays close or circles back often, doesn’t disappear quietly.

Their 1st lord in ur 2nd - You feel more sensual around them, like even food tastes better. You want to invest in yourself when they’re near, like skincare, therapy, fitness or whatever. You would start dressing better. Nothing feels rushed here. You will feel safe around them. You might even start to adopt better habits or behaviors once they enter your life. On the other hand, they make you painfully aware of everything you don’t have. They might call you lazy or unmotivated in life. One of you might think the other is high maintenance.

Keywords: slow but deep, grounded presence, gives consistent attention, shows love through small actions, loyal energy even if unspoken, notices details about you, calm vibe but emotionally steady, values stability, becomes part of your everyday without forcing it, brings quiet comfort, makes you reflect on what you value, may become overly focused on material or emotional control, gets attached in subtle ways, resents inconsistency, wants something to build not just feel, after breakup lingers emotionally, takes a long time to detach, may hold grudges quietly.

Their 1st lord in ur 3rd - You could talk to them for hours and still feel like you forgot to say something. They would get ur movie, political, or pop culture references without blinking. You would become enthusiastic about talking to them would feel like a butterfly. You start talking like them, typing like them, mentally adopting their slang. On the flip side, they make you feel smart and stupid at the same time. You over-analyze everything they say or do. In arguments, you could be losing, and they could make u feel dumb or would call u names or get bitchy.

Keywords: fast talker, curious energy, mentally sharp, shares thoughts easily, feels like a friend before anything else, always has something to say, likes banter more than big talks, wants stimulation not silence, may confuse motion for connection, wants to be heard and matched mentally, changes tone often, mixes deep and light fast, hard to pin down emotionally, shows care through questions or quick support, connection feels like inside jokes and random tangents, after breakup stays present online or through others, may act casual but still thinks about the “what ifs”.

Their 1st lord in ur 4th - You def wanna cook for them and would do anything to make them feel at home. You would let them in fast and won't regret it (until later). Their energy makes your walls drop. You get this need to show them ur childhood bedroom or pictures or share things about ur childhood. They’re the type you’d let see you cry. On the other hand, they might trigger ur childhood trauma or make it worse. They migth expect u to be dependent on them for everything and if not, would ghost you. Can get toxic really fast. Your family might not like them near you.

Keywords: emotionally deep, feels like family or memory, strong pull that doesn’t make sense at first, triggers vulnerability early, shows care through presence not performance, watches more than speaks, slow to trust but intense when opened, connection feels safe but also heavy, brings up old emotional patterns, may become overly protective or emotionally reactive, gives comfort and chaos at the same time, hides feelings but shows them in action, emotionally invested fast, can become clingy or too quiet, after breakup still affects your emotional space, shows up in dreams, hard to fully let go of.

Their 1st lord in ur 5th - They would bring out ur fun side. You flirt better with them than anyone else and you know it. You feel hot, seen, and slightly unhinged in their presence. You could make dumb jokes, and they would still laugh at it. Childlike couple. You would start taking more photos of yourself when they're in ur life, not a coincidence. On the other hand, the second they pull back, your self-esteem crumbles like a dry cookie. You can’t tell if it’s love or just the dopamine of being noticed. If they leave, u might feel like they turned off ur main character vibe.

Keywords: attention seeking, charming, playful, dramatic highs, performs around you, wants to be adored, flirts loud, makes you feel seen, warm then cold, fun until serious, craves praise, craves being special to you, jealous of your attention, shows off affection, creates moments not stability, can feel like a walking daydream, turns feelings into theater, romanticizes connection, needs validation constantly, after breakup acts like they’re fine but still watches from the crowd.

Their 1st lord in ur 6th - You start showing up for yourself because you want to keep up with them. There’s comfort in the routine they bring, and u would become more consistent just from being around them. They would actually make ur life better and vice versa. Their energy fits into your daily life like it was always supposed to be there. On the other hand, you fix their problems, and they still complain. They make you feel boring, invisible, like you’re just part of their background. You feel more like their assistant than someone they actually value.

Keywords: helpful, humble at first, acts through service, cares through doing, shows love in routines, anxious connection, wants to fix things, gets lost in small details, pushes self to prove worth, overworks to feel enough, rarely asks for help, reliable but emotionally distant, shows up daily but hides deeper needs, connects through shared tasks, gives more than receives, feels like a quiet support, may become bitter if unseen, after breakup burns out emotionally but keeps checking in indirectly.

Their 1st lord in ur 7th - They're ur missing piece. You understand them fast, like your soul skipped the intro. You feel like you’ve been circling each other for lifetimes. It feels serious even when it’s casual, like this could change your life. The vibe is magnetic like two puzzle pieces from different boxes that still somehow click. On the other hand, they trigger your abandonment issues by just existing. You might start projecting all your wants, fears, and old wounds onto them. They might also get under your skin because they act like the parts of you, you’re still avoiding. You’re obsessed with how they see you and it makes you lose yourself. You confuse compatibility with familiarity and might stay too long.

Keywords: mirrored connection, intense attraction, sees you as a reflection, wants partnership deeply, drawn to your energy without knowing why, triggers old wounds and idealism, acts like you complete them, obsessed with balance, gets clingy or overly detached, can feel like soulmate or enemy depending on day, needs equal attention, becomes reactive if not chosen, acts polished but hides fears of rejection, becomes who you need then resents it, after breakup acts cold but wants closure badly.

Their 1st lord in ur 8th - The bond goes deeper than logic, on a cellular level. You want to tell them your secrets and then beg them to never use them. The connection makes you feel alive in that “no going back” way. You feel emotionally seen in a way that scares you but also makes you stay. The chemistry is otherworldly. On the other hand, one of you is obsessed with the other. You might start spiraling over things they haven’t even done yet. You might try to detach but it’s like cutting off a limb. One of you is addicted to the other and would lowkey love the suffering.

Keywords: deep energy, emotional pull, heavy presence, triggers hidden stuff, feels karmic, creates obsession fast, magnetic but unstable, makes you confront fear, feels risky to trust, sees what you don’t say, creates intensity without asking, shows up like a test, unspoken tension, power games without words, trusts too fast or not at all, can become possessive with no reason, emotional undercurrents always active, after breakup haunts your thoughts, disappears but never really gone.

Their 1st lord in ur 9th - You will upgrade yourself through them. They will teach you that there's more to life. It can start as a long-dist relationship or u both might go on journeys together. They will show you what real freedom is (as long as their 1st lord isn't Saturn). Your soul gets a glow-up. On the other hand, you would feel more lost than ever. They make you question what you believe in, but don’t stick around to rebuild it. They can be out of reach either emotionally or literally whenever u want them around you. They might look down upon you for not having the same beliefs as they do. You might feel like they’re always halfway out the door.

Keywords: inspiring, free spirit, distant energy, makes you question beliefs, expands your view, feels like a trip not a destination, acts wise but vague, pushes you to grow, hard to hold down, exciting presence, shows up with fire then fades, intellectual connection strong, makes you want more from life, acts like a teacher or guide, emotionally light but spiritually loud, disappears when things get too real, after breakup leaves with grace but their ideas stay with you.

Their 1st lord in ur 10th - You respect how they carry themselves and they make you want to get your life together immediately. You see long-term potential with them. They push you upward even if it’s silent. They would be proud of what you do, and they would talk about you or introduce you to their people. On the other hand, you might feel judged by them. One of you might compare success with the other and feel like being in a silent competition.

Keywords: admires status, driven energy, puts you on a pedestal, shows up seriously, wants long term proof, notices your image, acts reserved but intense underneath, pushes you to be better, judges silently, wants mutual respect, shows love through support not words, may use success as love language, high standards, won’t beg for connection, emotionally distant but very aware, stays composed, shows love in public ways, after breakup focuses on goals but still checks if you’re watching.

Their 1st lord in ur 11th - They get your weird and won’t judge u for anything. That’s rare. They bring out your idealistic side, the part that still believes in people. They don’t judge your weird interests/ hobbies, they match them. You actually might imagine a future with them. You feel more like yourself around them than with your actual friends. Your "partner-in-crime." On the other hand, you can’t tell if they care or if they’re just really friendly. You feel emotionally close but logistically...nowhere. They might support you but never choose you. You might feel replaceable even though the connection is strong. You might try to act chill, but you’re secretly obsessed with how detached they are.

Keywords: friendly vibe, easy to talk to, hard to define, feels like future potential, deep yet detached, gets close without labels, emotional distance but strong mental pull, loves shared ideas, connection grows slowly, may treat you like everyone else but mean it more, supports your dreams, values individuality, can feel like a best friend or stranger in the same day, hard to read feelings, acts like nothing’s wrong when they care deeply, after breakup stays in orbit but won’t reach out first.

Their 1st lord in ur 12th - They unlock feelings you can't name or express. You trust them in a way that makes no logical sense. You feel them in your dreams, in music, in random waves of emotion. You forgive them before they even apologize. You might feel like part of you belongs to them and let them in past your defense systems without realizing it. On the other hand, you feel like you’re dissolving in them, losing yourself piece by piece. You never know where you stand, or if you even exist to them. They feel close even when they’re completely gone. It ends without closure, and you carry it like it still needs you.

Keywords: dreamlike energy, confusing but magnetic, quiet presence, connection feels faded before it starts, shows up in silence not action, emotional fog, feels fated but distant, triggers spiritual depth, reflects your unconscious, may feel invisible or overwhelming, connection hard to define, disappears often, may ghost without meaning harm, love feels like surrender, triggers healing or escapism, shows up in dreams more than texts, after breakup stays in your energy for months, feels like you never really knew them.

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[neeeooon]

Hii i have a question !! Do the smu/twm band members go to college/university?? And if so what major are they??

this one made me think okay hold on lemme brainstorm (THESE ARE ALL SUBJECT TO CHANGE/NOT YET CANON)

isagi - something literature-related. he carries the lyrics in the smuverse so that writing degree will do him wonders <3 i feel like he’s sort of similar to mark lee from nct so maybe after bastard city he’d write an autobiography or book about a teenage soccer prodigy. who knows !

bachira - education w a minor in general psychology. struggles with his spelling and is often getting marks taken off of his essays cause he cannot spell schizophrenia. he’d want to be a (psych) teacher or counselor if the whole rock band thing doesn’t work out :)

rin - maybe something tech-related?? i think he’d want to stay in the music field, even after/if the bastardz thing doesn’t work out, so many something production related? whether that be making music for other musicians or creating movie/show soundtracks!

sae - business management? his stumped me the most since canonically he’s in school longer, which means he’s pursuing his masters. plus smu!sae is also the type to want a high enough paying job where he can support rin in case anything were to happen yk? i could see him in the medical field but not quite as hands on as ichika was (cause he wasn’t the one they turned to in a medical emergency) so like hospital management/administration where he needs to be very engrossed in his work (lots of schooling). the bastard with the big boy-big money job!

shidou - art. general art studies. wants to be like bachira’s mom (she tells everyone she has two sons 🥹) and have his own art studio. hoping he can make enough as a rockstar so he can just paint for the rest of his life without worrying about money. he’s in the same building as rin’s yn but they don’t see each other too often since he’s in the painting room and she stays in the photography section

kaiser - business (majoring in sales and marketing) he has a nice smile and he knows how to bullshit people. can sell just about anything and likes to apply what he learns in class (when he goes) to get more fans ? or like communications esp since he speaks german, japanese (in smuverse) and probably english. might work as a translator for a high-profile corporation one day!

[rexomi]

Something something. Making Solas a liar in Veilguard actively brings back a problem they fixed working on Inquisition.

On December 20 2019 VGS posted an interview with Trick Weekes about their work on Solas. This whole sentence is a link so its large enough for mobile but also disclaimer this is before they changed their name so deadname warning.

Here's a transcription I found here which is where i took the screenshots above. Since I know not everyone has 40 minutes to listen to an online radio interview.

I however highlighted the main point since most of you are not reading the screenshots anyway but skimming through. Rant under Read-more. Also bc i try to not be too negative on people's dashs but also i wanna ramble some more.

"But he lied a lot more. And it really weakened his character."

You can tell this happened during the game. Solas lies only once within Inquisition. He says something he can't be vague about and you push him so he lies, badly. He usually tells the truth vaguely. Typically Solas lies no more than Blackwall.

I fully believe that if in Inquisition your inquisitor figured out that Solas was Fen’harel and asked him bluntly to his face he'd confess. He might even be impressed. But why would you ever start to think that. No one assumes that their coworker is actually Poseidon regardless of how much they love the beach and ocean.

He hides in your expectations.

You can't ask him about being an ancient elf or being Fen'harel of myth because those aren't very probable. They're astronomically low to be truth within that universe. And outside, no one finished DA2 and went i wonder if one of our next companions is the Dread Wolf. Sera said, impossible things can't be surprises. He doesn't have to lie so when the truth comes out it's becomes obvious on a second playthrough.

They then actively bring back a problem they fixed in Inquisitions development. That they were open about fixing. That having a character that outright lies to you makes you have no intention of even hearing out the character. It retroactively undercuts Inquisition bc i see people trying to find Solas' lies in it when they aren't going to find any beyond the court intrigue.

It undercuts any lore we do get from Solas bc people dismiss it outright as being a lie from Mr "I abhor blood magic". I feel like shaking people's shoulders like no, dont do it.

They retconned him guys i have proof from 2019.

And its like if you hate Solas is this even satisfying? Like that's not Solas. His motivations are gone (that's a whole other post) and so is his core personality trait. It's like they went here's the Dreadwolf but during the ten years they replaced the smug asshole who was insufferably right with a 20 yo senior chihuahua that doesnt have any teeth.

My favorite villains are those that tell the truth. Because nothing hurts more than the truth. Can you imagine if he told you the truth. If he told you horrible things that you dismissed as lies to only be true. Wouldn't Varric’s death have more weight if he told you Varric was dead only for you - for everyone - to see him in the Lighthouse. If it was a spirit who took his shape to help you or even because it saw something worth reflecting in your memories.

So you dismiss him until it's revealed near the end oh he was telling the truth and you have an oh shit maybe he was right about other things but its too late to try and stop any of the truths he told you which could be from allies/companions betraying to stuff about Ghilan'nain and Elgarnan.

Like the only way to redeem Solas was to listen to him and by going out of your way to address problems he sees and you can find the alternative to tearing down the Veil by a series a little puzzle pieces throughout the game.

Have it be he will only listen to you if you listen to him. That he'll reject your other solution bc why the hell would he trust you if you couldnt extend the same.

Like Solas couldve been a great villian and he should've been great for both the haters and those that liked him. Not only the romance but for those who became his friend. Like i keep coming back to if i hated Solas would i be satisfied with Veilguard.

And the answer is no because that isnt Solas.

Tricking him has no weight bc he's an idiot in Veilguard like not even in the ending bc doesn't notice you switch the dagger around like right in front of him but none of his actions make sense. Ppl have mentioned the regret prison makes no sense for Elgarnan and Ghilan'nain bc they don't have regrets.

Attacking Solas has no weight because he literally needs the shit kicked out of him by a dragon for it to even begin to work. They literally need him to be at deaths door before its realistic that Rook could take him in a fight.

Redeem has no weight bc of the massive retcons to his motivations. They had to retcon the post credits scene bc even if Flemythal went hey i don't want you to do this Dai Solas wouldve went okay but that doesnt solve my other problems with the veil including the corruption of spirits and the fact its in literal shambles so i guess is still coming down.

I'm just disappointed. By the end of Trespasser they had a great villian and they just tossed it to the side and reverted him and people are arguing about a character who's sole defining trait in Veilguard is a problem they solved before Inquisition launched.

Basically we can sum it up with a screenshot.

[angelpuns]

Lil hater Leo in honor of me FINALLY getting out of bed. Idk what happened to me today but I couldn't get out bed for the longest time ;-;

Anyway just like me, Leo also managed to get out of bed. Now, I for the life of me couldn't figure out what I would want someone to say to me in this situation, so I went the silly route. Probably don't actually say this to someone, I genuinely don't know what I would have wanted someone to say if there were anyone for me to apologize too :/

Anyway here's a transcript:

Leo: I'm sorry...I was supposed to cook dinner, but I did nothing all day...

Yuichi: it's okay!

Yuichi: in the wise words of my great-great-great-grandfather...it just be like that!

Leo, thinking: idk why this is making me feel better

Leo: he did NOT say that

Yuichi: he did, I swear

Anyway I once again would not recommend actually saying this and I don't think Yuichi WOULD say this, but I couldn't think of what I would want someone to say so :/

[smilesrobotlover]

Minish posting again.

And Minish meeting @madebysoupy ‘s old man Sprout. I really wanted to draw him 😭 you know me, I love small old men (he’s not that old but you know)

[kidspawn]

I don't think Blue and Gansey would get married. At least, not legally married. I think because Blue would see marriage as an unnecessary legal document that does nothing to solidify the relationship one of them literally died for, because there's nothing a certificate could do that she and Gansey have not already proven. They're in love, they're soulmates, they don't need marriage to make that point. And I think it'd be a thing for them, not to get married. Because it does nothing for them they haven't done for themselves.

I think, for Gansey, it'd be both what I mentioned (they don't need it, it proves nothing, they're literal soulmates, they don't need to be tied down by anything to prove they love each other, they're young and free and they can go anywhere and they don't need a certificate to tie them together, etc), but also... not having a big wedding is contrary to the more conservative upbringing he has. Getting married in some big way would be very contrary to his desire to separate himself from the Gansey family, because I'd put money on his parents wanting him and Blue to have a formal ceremony. He doesn't want that. Because Blue doesn't, it'd feel performative. It isn't them. And it isn't Gansey, who wants his relationship with Blue to look on the outside like it is on the inside. And that's not reflected in a traditional ceremony.

HOWEVER. I could see Gansey seeing a practical element to it. Financially, in order to get in the hospital room if anything happens, for the legality of it. I can see him and Blue hashing it out and arguing over it and him explaining that he may not like it but it's really, the most sensible action they can take, and it doesn't change anything they'll still be them. just with some signed paperwork so he can sit in the hospital room because Blue has a habit of getting involved in stabbings by proxy and vice versa because damn it Gansey you're the one who keeps dying. And then, and only then, would they sign some marriage paperwork and get burgers and maybe Blue would wear a homemade sewn dress and Gansey would wear his glasses and they'd know that, really, it didn't change anything, it's just a title, and at the end of the day they're partners through and through.

(Anyway, this is my roundabout way of saying that I don't think Gansey or Blue would get married. Not because they don't love each other but because they love each other and their freedom and their partnership without all the intricacies and labels and complexities that come along with a marriage license. Okay, goodnight.)

[voraciouslyindulgent]

@flightofthestarscream

Upon first glance from the front viewing platform of the Peaceful Tyranny, Tarn already knew this was not the Cybertron he'd resided upon for many years. He could not see any immediate sign of large, functional cities, and the planet itself seemed dark, desolate, its surface devoid of grand, towering structures. He hesitated in approaching. There was little purpose in visiting a Cybertron in ruins. It could even be dangerous, depending on who inhabited the wreckage, if there were any occupants left on the planet at all.

Thus, he decided to keep the Tyranny in orbit, and set the ship to drift around Cybertron. The quantum engine required several hours to cool from a recent jump, and he had more than enough fuel to sustain himself and his vehicle for much more than that time. He watched the planet, which, by all appearance, looked completely dead. Out of curiosity, he pinged the surface with the ship's central console, and wondered if there were any Decepticon stragglers in need of transport.

::Salutations. This is Tarn of the Decepticon Justice Division. All hail the Empire. Pax per tyrannidem.:: He said by way of greeting. ::Does anyone upon this world, comrades in particular, receive this message?::

[xobelladonna]

Christmas in November

"You know what the best part of being Jewish is?" Eddie asked.

He was at Steves place helping the kids study for midterms. They claimed his house has the least distractions, and since it was obvious it was really because they knew Steve was the easiest for them to manipulate, Eddie decided to stop by as well. It was only a bonus that Steve always baked tons of snacks for them whenever they were there.

Steve looked over from where he was currently putting a batch of cookies onto a plate. "What?"

"When people start talking about Christmas shit in the middle of November i can just say 'im Jewish' and it usually shuts them up." Eddie smiled cheekily.

Steve looked down at his Santa Claus pajamas (which Mike has been making fun of since the moment they entered his house) then over at the calender. November 13th.

"I'm starting to think you're tryin' to say something." Steve joked back, flattening out his shirt before carrying the cookies over.

[burdenedchaos]

@xxashes-rebornxx liked for a starter

A glamour sat snuggly against the Trickster's skin, shifting features into something that wasn't quite Loki. The illusionary magic had traded black hair for brunette, shortening it to something of a spiky crop; had twisted and turned up his usual nose into a snub. Normal concealer blended a neat little line around his lips, hiding away the multitude of scars that lay there--the old wounds something his magic was not capable of touching or altering. Casual clothing decorated his lanky frame--black, ripped jeans paired with a graphic tee with an amusing quip regarding bisexuality. A golden chain jingled and swayed at his hip, a small replica of Mjolnir sitting there to mock. Painted nails wrapped around a disposable cup of vanilla chai but he made no move to drink it. Feigning casualness, slumping just so slightly in the outdoor seat of the plucky little cafe that the tea had been purchased from, looking this way and that as if waiting for the arrival of a late companion. The action gave him an excuse to keep his gaze on a swivel because...someone was watching him.

Someone had been watching him with too close a gaze for a casual stranger for longer than he was comfortable with and a part of him feared that someone from Asgard had stumbled upon the life he had carved for himself here. Meant to upheave it and drag him back to the realm that he had thrown himself to the very void to avoid. They'd be severely disappointed if they thought he would go quietly. No, he would go like a feral dog. Barring his teeth and going for the jugular, if it came to it. Biting and ripping what he could.

Fingers drummed against the plastic lid of his drink before lifting it to his lips, squinting suspiciously at a red-haired stranger who seemed to be closer than she'd been only moments before.

Bingo.

Diving into his pocket, his free hand pulled out his cellular device and swiped a complicated pattern against the screen to unlock it as his eyes darted down to continue his performance of awaiting a friend who wasn't coming.

[seasxltkisses]

who: celia & aphinya ( @firestne ) where: sawbone

they had all known what was coming. as the tide refused to return to shore, it had been pretty clear what was about to come. it was just a matter of when. celia had been trying to gather her treasures together when the tide finally came crashing back in. she had been sent flying and it had taken her a moment to gather herself. she was immediately aware of the stinging in her right arm and as she looked down, she could see a large gash along the top of it. she did contemplate patching herself up - as best she could - and move on. but the promise of getting to see nya was too much for her to resist. off to sawbone she went.

once she arrived and the other met her eye, celia glanced down to her arm - as though to explain why it was that she was there. whilst there was a part of her that wished she could simply be there just for her, the world wouldn't let that be. "i was on the ship." she explained, "could've been worse, don't you think?" celia glanced from the cut to the top of her arm and back to nya, "'sides, if it means I get to see the prettiest lady in all of tortuga, then who am I to complain?"

[darlingbardling]

@weaveofwaterdeep ⭑.ᐟ

𝄞𝄢 THE night was quiet and still, the sky a garden of stars overhead. Despite the tranquility of it all, Bree felt restless.

She had a lot on her mind. Well, mostly in her mind if one were to take the ilithid parasite into consideration. But there was also a certain someone on her mind as well.

Bree sighed aloud, pulling her knees to her chest. She didn't like the way she felt, like her heart was ready to sprout wings and take flight whenever she looked at him. The bard had crushes in the past, of course, but this felt like completely new territory. It was uncomfortable and exhilarating at the same time.

Not that it matters, she thought miserably to herself. She was almost certain she wasn't Gale's type. While he was smart and sophisticated, Bree was— well, Bree.

[5mind]

/* From Aurelius (@order-of-the-pharos-universe), for whoever you want */

They'd known about the island of Tripol for quite a while, of course. Given that Tycho and his ilk had been around for over four hundred years, and Aristotle had been around for over two thousand, it was hard not to.

At least, they'd seen the name on the map, a handful of times while looking for other tiny Pacific Islands. Up to this point in time, they've had no interest in the island and written it off as insignificant. Though, perhaps they should have known better. The tendency for most larger governmental organizations to overlook tiny islands populations just as big was their own motive for taking up residence on Leonide Island off the coast of Alaska in the Chukchi sea.

The short report that maybe they should take interest in the activities on Tripol came from a member of the order Aurelius only knew by the alias, Basalt, who belonged to one of a network of small sets that were scattered across the south Pacific, and monitored the region for supervillains. Were they heroes? villains? A potential ally or enemy? Were they connected too Bleddyn's people?

As Basalt and the other members in the order were tied up dealing with Bleddyn Owen's people attempting to take over Fiji, the council agreed to send the Ataxonimos Modulus, which included Aristotle, Ada, Piri, Mary Draha, and Aurelius.

Upon arriving, the group split to conduct their reconnaissance. Aurelius found the nearest park in Bayfloat where he could sit in his wheelchair, listen to the Earthsong, and draw a map of the island. He can hear... everything. The ocean, the land, the flora and fauna, in the Earthsong. He'd been sitting there for about a quarter hour when he noticed... something... in the earthsong approaching him, and looked up at the approaching figure.

Anywhere one looked one would find varying levels of villainy and heroics in Tripol locked in an uneasy balance (or lack of thereof ). It all really depended on which one of the three cities, really. The smallest city - Bayfloat - wedged between the two larger cities were a hotspot for both criminal activity and unusual phenomena of all sorts.

And despite this, the city was often seemed and felt peaceful on a surface level. This particular day would be a shining example of such. Even villains needed a break (or at least time away from the media spotlight). So did the self-established 'group' of heroic androids that called themselves the Mechanical Squadron Fivemind.

And in their free time, the android simply tried to live as humans do. Emphasis on tried.

One did not need to be able to hear the Earthsong, to notice audible footsteps approach in a somewhat lop-sided gait. Despite the clear skies, the machine in humanoid form was clad in an opaque raincoat draped over the right side of their body to conceal a bladed arm from the public eye.

The android simply nodded at Aurelius to acknowledge his presence before settling on the ground next to him. There's a soft whirr from within the machine as it seemingly stared onto space. Whatever it was doing, it was mostly internal.

[darcyxpalmer]

status: closed with @akhilaasthana where: along the streets of the bungalows

Maybe if she just gotten home, these hornets would leave her alone - at least that was Darcy's thought process. If she could just hide away, they'd leave her be.

She managed to sneak away from them for now and if she was just quiet enough, she could make it.

She was really close, when she turned the corner and basically ran right into Akhila. "Shit, shit, sorry, are you-- are you okay? No hornets chasing you?" she asked, looking around immediately, but they were in the clear, at least for now.

[viciousbite]

@risevp liked for a starter with Azurite.

Lack of prey dragged Azurite away from his territory to unknown waters. His frame glided across water, the bigger biolight of his frame dimmed to lower his presence from wandering fish.

The sight of a long shaped cyberfish, tanks full of energon, flashed in the distance. A careful push of his tail fin, he swam closer. Close enough to his prey, his speed heightened to a maximum, unaware of a second predator. The klik his jaws opened, the fish, taken by a silver plated mer.

Azurite's fangs scraped the mech's tail in his hurry for the prey, unable to stop the snap of wide strong jaws. And like more Mer's his first reaction came with a bubbling growl and bared fangs. His fins extended out to make him look bigger.

Since when had the silver one arrived? His attention had been too focused on the prey to see them. "Right in front of my helm..." A silent grumble. Was this his territory?

[berthiindeath]

@bloodedhearts liked for a starter

" You wanted to talk? " Her head leads through the door of Neve's office, her hand wrapping around the door's edge. There's a tentativeness to her movements as she slowly starts to slide through the unnecessarily narrow crack she's made for herself.

Once she was fully in the room, her gaze flits to each of the wisps that still occupy her space, watching as they glimmer and blink in greeting of her, listening to the sweet chirps. But she tears her eyes away to land on the other woman in front of her. " I'm all yours. "