#likeness might have been better had i just drawn but it would have also driven me insane

[draw-you-coward]

"Ah, nothing says 'true love' like faking your own death to avoid someone."

screenshot study! which was SO out of my league dear GOd

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witchy woman - rowan laslow

requested: yes! requests: open! hii can u make a rowan x witch fem!reader fic about him feelings inscure being her bf because the reader is a popular girl in nevermore. thanks before head!

A/N: i dont know a lot about witchcraft, so please let me know if i got anything wrong! i love rowan though, so i wanted to write it still :) thank you for requesting and i hope you like it <3

wordcount: 2,905 warnings: incorrect witch information, rowan doesn't go insane, insecure rowan </3, she/her pronouns, mean character, might be ooc, cursewords

When Rowan overhears some conversations and gossip, he gets insecure about your intentions.

You had said goodbye to Rowan, heading into the woods to clear your head and collect some small plants and other greens to use in your spell bottles. Sure, you could have gone to Jericho to try and find what you needed, but finding it in the woods was more fulfilling. You believed that being in the open air not only helps you to find yourself but also the ingredients that you need.

Rowan decided to stay in the Quad, working on some of his homework while waiting for you to return. It is still early, and some classes are still going as small groups of students walk through the Quad, sitting down to enjoy lunch or also do breakfast.

None of them sit with Rowan though.

Rowan has always been the outcast of outcasts. He didn't really excel in anything. Fencing wasn't his strongest suit, and though he did get good grades for other classes, but it wasn't like Bianca at Botany. No one really hung out with them, especially because they think he is going insane.

Word had spread about his mother that attended Nevermore years ago. Telekinesis had driven her insane as she destroyed her own dorm, luckily being stopped before she could do any more damage. But the word had already reached the others.

"Rowan!" You cheer, running up to the table he is sitting at.

He looks up from his laptop, a smile on his face.

You are unlike the others. Though you are extremely popular amongst the students and teachers, you never treated him any differently. Not in a bad way, that is. You had been paired up with him once for a project, and ever since then you never left his side. No matter how many times he insisted that it might have been better for you and your reputation if you just distanced yourself from him.

"You will not believe what I just found," you open your tote bag, pulling out a small fabric package.

In it are different flowers and other herbs, most of them unfamiliar to him. He has seen some of them before, but the names are hard to remember.

Even if he does not understand anything, he is still happy to see what you find. You can talk to him about any kind of spell or potion you made, and he will listen with all his attention. He would drop anything for you, just like you would do for him.

"Now I only need to buy some small bottles, candles, rosemary," you nod. "What are you working on, Rowan?"

"Nothing big," he awkwardly laughs. "Just some homework."

You smile at him, watching him as your head rests on your palms. He is so mesmerizing to you. The way his glasses slide off of his nose, the freckle underneath his eye, his face when he looks focused. You could go on for hours.

"I might join you," you pull the journal out of your bag, "I don't have too much homework left, but I will stay here. We can maybe even get some drinks at the Weathervane afterward?"

The journal is one of your prized possessions. It is filled with spells you have done or want to do, some important ingredients for spell jars, and sigils that have been drawn.

After making homework in the Quad, the two of you decide to just get some dinner before just hanging out in Rowan's dorm. He would often allow you to mix up all sorts of potions or try out new spells as he would watch or read.

Two hours had passed of the two of you just messing around, taking some small breaks in between to drink, eat, or kiss. A knock on the door before Xavier comes into the room, dressed in his workout clothing.

"Hey Rowan, hey Y/N."

You greet him back before closing your journal, placing everything in your bag before standing up.

"Hey, Xavier," you smile as you turn to Rowan. "I will see you tomorrow?"

Rowan nods with a big smile on his head, pushing his glasses back on his nose. You look at him for a second before taking hold of his cheek, pressing a soft kiss on his lips.

"Good night, Rowan."

"Good night, my love."

-

Rowan is so head over heels for you. Even if you have been dating for close to a year, he often still can't believe that you are his girlfriend. He tends to get a little bit insecure, especially during the beginning of your relationship. He would think that you weren't serious when you said you liked him, or when you thought he was attractive. He had been told otherwise his entire life.

You were sitting next to him in class, your left hand on the table as Rowan scribbled some random shapes on it. He would often feel a bit nervous, and the drawing distracts him. Plus, it gives the two of you a reason to hold hands.

"Oh, Rowan," you suddenly remember. "I have to show a new kid around."

Not that you were looking forward to it too much. Normally, Enid would be the one to introduce everyone, but as she had classes longer than you today, you have been tasked with showing the new Nevermore student around. You were popular among the rest of the students, so Principal Weems found you the obvious choice.

"That's okay," Rowan smiles, still focused on the small scribbles on your hand. "I can wait for you in the Quad when you're done?"

"That would actually be perfect!"

The bell rings, a signal for you to go to the Principals office, and a signal for Rowan that his day has ended. A quick kiss on his cheek and a 'goodbye'.

Classes have ended for him, but that did not mean that he didn't have any plans. He asked Xavier to let him use his bike to go to Jericho so he could pick you up some small gifts. The boy would often buy you small presents; you could say it is his love language.

Though he wouldn't admit it, he keeps a list on his phone with all the things you ever said you liked, wanted, or needed. He would carefully pick some items to buy you, even if you insisted that he didn't need to spend any money on you. But he wanted to.

"Where is the rosemary?" He mumbles, a shopping basket in his hand which is already filled with different items.

Snacks and drinks, but also some objects that he has seen you use for spell jars. Cinnamon, matches, bay leaves, and a bouquet of roses. A smile is on his face just thinking about giving you everything.

Finally, the rosemary has been located. After paying for everything at the register, he puts it in his backpack before leaving for Uriah's Heap. It was the only place in Jericho that sold... strange items. He only needed some incense and thin candles, but it was the perfect place for it.

Once back at Nevermore, he packaged each and every little thing, making sure to put a little note in it as well. He always felt too nervous or scared to say things out loud, and a note was a perfect way for him to express how he was feeling. You never blamed him for it though, you love him exactly for how he is. He is deeply grateful for it; you have never pushed him out of his comfort zone, and instead helped guide him to what he wanted himself.

-

"And this is the Quad!" You smile.

"Wow," George laughs. "And everyone is some type of outcast?"

You nod, leading him around the Quad to walk past the different tables.

"There's werewolves, vampires, sirens," you count on your fingers. "We also have gorgons, faceless people, telekinesis, visions, spells. You name it, and Nevermore probably has it!"

The tall boy nods, leaning against one of the pillars as he looks down at you with a smile.

"And you?"

"Oh," you didn't expect him to ask that. "I do witchcraft. Spells, crystals, candles. All that stuff."

George hums, it's different than his power. He doesn't fully control it just yet, but from what he knows, he can control water. He had told you at the beginning of the tour, but never thought to ask you about what you did.

"Does everyone usually stay grouped together? Based on skills, I mean."

"Sometimes," you admit. "Bianca Barcley is one of the most popular girls. She is a Siren and most of her friends are as well. A few exceptions, including me and Yoko. Mostly, people stick together. There are some smaller groups with different powers, but it's not like the Normie schools. No nerds versus popular people."

He lets out a laugh.

"Good to know. I was actually popular at my old school," he grins. "Where do you fall? Popular, or not so much?"

He surely knows how to ask awkward questions.

"At Normie school? Not that much. But here it's a bit more to the popular side, I guess," you shrug. "I just try to get along with everyone. That's it."

George pushes himself off of the pillar, looking around the Quad again. Something about him feels off. It almost seems like he is looking around for prey. Someone to pick on.

"So, a popular girl then?"

Then, his eyes fall on one person in particular.

"I thought you said there were no nerds here at Nevermore," he snickers, sneakily pointing to something across of the Quad.

You frown, looking at where he was pointing. Through one of the gates walks Rowan, a goofy yet nervous smile on his face as he holds a small basket in his hands.

"Who layers a checkered button-up underneath a zip-up hoodie?"

If looks could kill, then George would have now been dead and buried. He should really watch what he is saying.

"And the glasses- He knows contacts exist, right?"

Rowan gets closer and closer, slowly picking up more from the one-sided conversation.

"George-"

"I know you are more of a popular kid here, but I didn't think Nevermore would stoop this low. I have seen the website, and I thought they only let special people in."

"George, I swear-"

Your tone gets a bit more aggressive every time you have to say his name. Rowan thickly swallows, looking from you to the taller guy. George, as you called him, might be right.

"I don't think studying for eight hours a day is a superpower. Makes you more of a freak-"

"Stop it, George. I'm serious."

Rowan is standing too close to you already, if he turned around now, it would only make him seem weirder. He taps your shoulder softly as your murderous gaze changes into a soft, loving one when you see him up close.

"Rowan!"

With an awkward smile he holds out the package to you, his hands shaking as he tries to avoid George's gaze.

"I uh- Is this a bad time? I have something-"

George suddenly stands behind you, hovering over you as he looks at Rowan, a smirk on his face. He is only a few centimeters taller than him, yet Rowan feels intimidated. It's not like he talked shit about the poor guy earlier.

"I don't think you should talk to her, man," he raises an eyebrow. "You don't seem like the type for a popular girl-"

Your face morphs back into a hateful one as you aggressively throw your elbow back into George's chest. He stumbles back, clutching his chest as he looks up at you with a shocked look on his face.

"What the fuck?!"

You grab his collar, pulling him down to you as you glare at him, your eyes almost on fire. The tables close to you look at you in shock. They have never seen you this aggressive.

"You better watch out," you grit your teeth. "Say one more word about Rowan, and I will make sure you leave here with more broken bones and curses than you can count."

The second you let go of his shirt, he stumbles to the ground. You turn back to Rowan, who is staring at the ground, now shaking more than before.

"Hey, are you okay?" you whisper, stepping closer to him before placing your hands on his upper arms. "Rowan, come on. Let's go."

The two of you walk away to your dorm, leaving behind a confused George and a surprised Quad. Xavier lets out a laugh as he walks past the guy on the floor.

"That was a bad move, man."

-

"I will make sure he has a horrible time at Nevermore," you groan, rummaging through your drawers to find ingredients for a new spell jar. "I am serious, Rowan, if he says one more word about you I will actually kill him."

You turn around to face your boyfriend, but he hasn't moved an inch. He still sits on the edge of your bed, staring at his hands as the small package is placed next to him. Your shoulders slump as you immediately place everything you were holding onto your desk, sitting down next to Rowan.

It is silent for a second before the boy finally speaks up.

"Do you think he was right?"

You turn your head to face him, your eyebrows creased. His voice was shaking and his eyes are full of tears.

"Maybe he is," Rowan whispers to himself. "I-I... What if I am not really your type? George could be- He is taller and more popular-"

"Hey," you look at him, your heart sinking into your stomach. "Rowan, that is not true at all."

He slowly looks up at you, his lip trembling as he blinks to try to keep the tears at bay. What if George was right?

"You are the most loving, the most caring, the most beautiful, and the most perfect person I have ever met," you smile. "You are the only one that I ever want to spend my life with. I don't want anyone like that asshole."

You press a kiss on his forehead before wiping away some of his stray tears.

"I want a boy with telekinesis who just so happens to look extremely good. Especially with glasses."

A small laugh escapes his lips as he nods.

"Okay," he whispers, nodding before looking at you. "I love you."

You pull him close, pressing a soft kiss on his neck before running your hands up and down his back.

"I love you too, Rowan."

He slowly untangles himself from your grip before placing the small package on your lap. The insecurity had gotten to him, totally forgetting that he was going to give you the gift.

"I uh- I got it for you," he sniffles, though a smile is on his face. "I knew you wouldn't have any time to go to Jericho this week, so..."

Your eyes grow big as you slowly unpack the items.

"What?" You exclaim excitedly, gasping as you look up at your boyfriend. "Rowan, I can't believe this!"

You jump up with the small basket in your hands. Everything you were planning to get, was now in your hands. Small bottles, candles, incense, even roses! You retrieve the small note which sits at the bottom. Rowan would often write you notes or letters, and you kept each and every one of them. Some of them were stuck in your journal, others were placed on the whiteboard in your room, and there were even some you kept in your wallet.

"I have the best boyfriend ever!"

-

After trying out some new spells, you had finally fallen asleep. The incense had to wait for later; you knew Rowan was quite sensitive to it. You didn't want to risk anything happening to him.

It was time for breakfast, which means that most of the Nevermore students collect in the Quad. A knock on the door catches your attention and as you open it, you are faced with a smiling Rowan. He would pick you up from your dorm so you could get breakfast together in the mornings.

"Good morning," you give him a kiss before fixing his tie.

"Good morning," he replies before taking your hand.

After a long talk yesterday, he finally felt a bit more relieved. You assured him that he had no reason to be insecure, but that you did understand him. You aren't going to laugh at him for being insecure, not at all.

Rowan and you sat down with Xavier and you couldn't help but let out a laugh. Next to the fountain sat George, all on his own.

"So much for being a popular kid, huh," you giggle as Rowan looks over.

"Watch this," he whispers back, quickly moving his hand.

The movement makes George fly off of the bench and into the water. Your hand flies to your mouth as you try to hide your laughing, letting your head fall onto Rowan's shoulder, hearing George scream in the background.

And though Rowan does sometimes feel insecure, he does have something he can hold onto. Your hands, your words, your reassurance. You are his as he is yours. Besides, if anyone else ever talked bad about him, you were quick to react. Be it by a spell, or by your fist.

[definitelynotafurinasimp]

can you do yelan for prompt number 1? maybe like the reader is a very well known private detective and Yelan was aware of their skills and cases? ^^

“Why don’t you just quit and work for me instead?”

characters: Yelan x gn!reader

warnings: none

a/n: I planned on posting this yesterday, but I didn't manage to finish it, so it's a nice coincidence than today is Yelan's birthday.

Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Yelan

Yanshang Teahouse. If anybody had told your past self how often you found yourself inside of it these past couple of months, you would have called them a liar, but as the people hiring you to investigate for them began paying more and your reputation steadily grew a lot of things changed for you.

And while it started out as a single visit, your curiosity about what made this place so special that people were ready to play a lot of Mora to get a table, eventually gaining the upper hand, only for you to meet a stranger that knew too much and seemed more than happy to provide you with helpful clues from time to time… As long as you payed the entrance fee for the Teahouse, of course.

“No. You’re cheating. These dice are weighted. I can smell it”, you tried your best not to show your despair too much as yet another round was won by your opponent, making your purse a little bit lighter once again. Only for you to be greeted with a smile that both seemed to confirm your suspicion while also making you question whether or not you were talking complete nonsense. The woman on the opposite side of the table not having to worry about anyone else hearing your accusation, seeing as there was no one but the two of you present..

“Are you sure that it’s treachery you’re smelling and not the tea you have been so awfully neglecting all this time?”, came the quip you should have expected from Yelan as she leaned slightly forwards, pointing towards the cup on your left, causing you to let out a long drawn out sigh before taking a sip.

“Anyway, I’ve heard you’re working on one of your little cases again”, she stated, finally revealing why she called you here at this hour of the day, the fact that she knew both slightly unsettling you while not coming as a surprise in the slightest. “And while I can’t tell you anything that would help you, I’ve heard that there’s someone who has quite a bit to say”, she continued.

“...Why are you helping me?”, you asked the question floating inside your mind for as long as the two of you knew each other. For someone simply operating a Teahouse, even if this luxurious, she seemed to know a lot, and while you knew what her answer would be if you asked how she knew all of this, having heard it countless of times before, it still didn’t explain why she’d tell you all of this, her weighted dice not exactly marking her down as someone driven by honesty and justice.

Before getting an answer however, you saw her signal towards the dice, causing the urge to let out yet another sigh to return in full force. “With how much money you leave here each time you visit, I might as well try and make it up to you every once in a while”, Yelan answered, causing this whole thing to feel even more fishy for you. But before you had time to voice any of your thoughts, the sound of a few dice being thrown interrupted you.

Both of you quickly took turns in rolling the dice, only for you to be the winner for once. But while some might have celebrated their rare win by buying something to drink with the money they had just won, you knew better than to siphon the money immediately back to the owner of the Teahouse. That, and you knew better than to believe you had somehow bested Yelan in a game of luck, knowing that there was rarely anything, if at all, that she let luck decide on.

“Hmm, seems like you’ve won.”

“Mhm, how surprising. That being said, you can put the weighted dice back now, no need to keep them in such a tight grasp”, you responded while staring at her other hand that remained conspicuously balled into a fist.

“Anyway”, you quickly changed the subject back to what was on your mind, “how do you really end up with all of this information, Miss ‘I simply like to listen in on customers’?”, you probed her once again, not expecting her answer to differ from the many other times you had asked before but being open to any surprises. 

Instead, you were greeted with silence. The person opposite of you staring you in the eyes as a mysterious smile made its way onto her face. 

“Why don’t you just quit and work for me instead? I’m sure a lot of your questions would get answered”

Yelan had long abandoned the idea of working with others, still not completely over the loss of her previous teammates. And while her skills had certainly improved since those days, her attitude about risking others did not…

But seeing the way you worked did make her curious. The few times she saw you get in trouble with a suspect, you managed to hold your ground remarkably well, while also knowing when to let others do the fighting. You were quick to pick up details, no matter how small they were, certainly making it so that you would be a huge help. Last but not least, you were seemingly starting to suspect something wasn’t like it seemed with her. And while there were certainly other ways she could make sure you kept your mouth shut, she had to admit that she preferred recruiting you in some way to the alternatives.

“I… don’t know. A detective working in a Teahouse? Don’t take me wrong, but I feel like that would be somewhat… unfitting”, you answered uncertain, nervously looking around as to make sure there was no personal that might take offense with what you were saying.

You know what? Maybe it was still some time until you figured out what exactly seemed fishy about her. But once you would, Yelan would know and ask again. If you turned out to be as reliable as she thought.

As the two of you said your goodbyes and you made your way towards the door, you stopped dead in your tracks once Yelan called out for you one last time, causing you to turn back towards her.

What you were greeted with was her presenting you with the fist she hid the dice in, only to open it and reveal it was empty all along, a satisfied smile on her face as she opened her mouth. 

“I never hid my dice. I switched them with yours.”

[practically-an-x-man]

I saw you reblog the post "send an OC and you tell me which of your OCs would fall in love with them" and had a moment of oh no, how many non-furry/dragon characters do I have. So I'm throwing you a variety!! We're gonna have to put aside the fact that two out of the three here are furry characters. I'm genuinely severely lacking in human people, despite how much I talk about them. (Is this a game show where only the winner out of all of them gets a date, or are they all getting paired off? Up to you!)

CONTESTANT NUMBER ONE

I gotta throw you a character I haven't mentioned before much. Silver Bullet Babe, or just Silver for short, spends a large majority of his time studying magic. Coming from a well off family who encouraged his focus on his studies and seclusion from others, his social skills are lacking at best. On the plus side, though, being with him comes with the added bonus of a very extensive library filled with otherwise forbidden knowledge. He's also very pink with lovely hair.

(I'll never get over how beautiful this commission is, and I'm devastated that I've lost access to the artist since)

CONTESTANT NUMBER TWO

You already know this one. His info post isn't up yet, so his exact details might be blurry, but let me introduce you to the danger to aviation laws himself, Hazard! I don't. I don't have his picture on my laptop, so you're gonna just have to imagine a tall Canadian with the most mid fohawk ever who talks with an accent that is an affront to the concept of language itself. He's a great guy, I promise. Asides from how much danger he puts himself in for his own entertainment, he's a great guy.

CONTESTANT NUMBER THREE

*Shuffles through my characters* fuck okay who else is in here. hm. I feel I've gotta give you another one I haven't talked about before. I'm digging up Doe for this one.

Do you need a girl in your life that doesn't take shit from nobody anymore? Would it be even better if it were impossible to tell if she even liked you or not? Then let me present to you, Doe! I know for a fact she has an anthro design around somewhere, but evidently not here. I don't even have her regular design on this laptop, so we gotta just imagine an orange skywing woman together. What does she have to offer? She's fearless with the strength to back that up. She's punched both Sandwing and Skywing soldiers on two separate occasions. Her boss is, unfortunately for her, also her best friend, so they're a two for one deal, so you'll also be gaining a really weird uncle as well.

Oooooh, introductions to new OCs!! I love this!!

Let's see here...

For Silver, I could see him getting together with Kestrel. They're also super inquisitive and work with magic frequently, so I could definitely see them bonding over that initially. And like... Kestrel's social skills aren't fantastic either, being a changeling who's been told effectively their whole life that the only thing they're good at is causing havoc and distress, so I think those early interactions might be a little awkward. But after that, y'know, it all would work out great!

I think Quinn would probably fall for Hazard in like.... a weird way. Like the "buddy you're just really fucking Odd. I kinda want to punch you in the face but I also kinda want to kiss you and we'll figure out the logistics of that later" kind of way. She's absolutely a daredevil too and would initially be drawn to that thrillseeking side of him, always trying to one-up him until it becomes a weird sort of game, and then that game becomes a weird sort of flirting... they'd be the weirdest, most hazardous (pun not intended) power couple on the planet, but that's my answer.

Doe definitely strikes me as Eris' type - someone who can fire right back to whatever little battles they want to throw at her, who isn't going to flinch, who's good and strong and driven to keep pace. You've heard of people getting along like a house on fire? These two would get along like nuclear fission. This might be The Most Dangerous relationship I have ever come up with, maybe not to the two of them but definitely to everyone else in the immediate vicinity.

[wallflowerimagines]

YOU WRITE FOR BIOSHOCK??? PLS CAN WE GET DATE HEADCANONS FOR DIANE MCCLINTOCK I CAN TREAT HER SO MUCH BETTER THAN RYAN

GOOD!!!! YOU HAVE MY BLESSING!!!!

Warnings: 18+ suggestive implications, borderline cheating? I mean it's implied cucking of Andrew Ryan as he simultaneously gets dumped over the phone because I think it's funny 🤷

Diane McClintock First Date Headcannons

First things first: Andrew Ryan is a sonofabitch

Unfortunately, he is the exact type of sonofabitch that could prey on someone like Diane McClintock.

Diane has been raised a certain way that primed her for this Trainwreck of a relationship. Women are to be seen and not heard, and to be loved is the same thing as being taken care of. Andrew Ryan, despite his emotional distance, did take care of her.

The Bastard Founder of Rapture kept her at his beck and call for physical needs, and occasionally called her so that he could rant about his problems, but their relationship was never equal. Ryan wouldn't have wanted that, but the real tragedy is that Diane didn't think she needed it.

After all, Ryan was a visionary. A great man! He was fascinating, passionate and driven, and let Diane of all people witness his thought process and listen to him. When he wasn't thinking about Rapture, he might even take her out to dinner, at at that dinner give her a full set of diamond jewelry -- tennis bracelet included, of course! -- just because it would make her eyes sparkle. Wasn't that respect? Wasn't that love?

And he was so stressed all the time, so worried about the success and the future of Rapture... All Diane had to do was be supportive. She felt silly asking for more.

(No matter how empty she felt.)

So when you come along and actually engage with her intellectually? Oh, Diane is already halfway in love with you.

She's a smart cookie, and you actually acknowledge that. When you first met her, she was busy drinking her sorrows away at some high society party. And instead of using a sleazy pick up line, or offering to get her drunker, you recognize her as Ryan's partner and start to engage with her ABOUT RAPTURE.

Not just planning and infrastructure, but the philosophy behind the city. Did she come to the city for it's libertarian ideals? What are her thoughts on objectivism? Did she think it was even reasonable to build a city under the sea?

She can't remember the last time someone engaged with her so authentically. And you're not mindlessly agreeing with every point she makes either! You actually argue with Diane if you disagree with anything she says.

AND YOU LET HER DISAGREE WITH YOU. Diane is floored. She can't remember a time when she hasn't been pressured to agree with whomever she's speaking with, even simple acquaintances. (Again FUCK ANDREW RYAN)

The more you speak with her, the more you're drawn in, and the feeling is very much mutual. You ask for her opinion on everything, and you actually take her thoughts into account.

Your motivations are your own but they all boiled down to a simple truth--Diane is a gorgeous woman and you wanted to engage with her. She was fascinating, an everyman's intellectual (meant in the most flattering way possible). She's the sort of star worth approaching.

Diane can easily pick up on your genuine interest. The best part is that not only do you see HER as a whole person, but you're also great to talk to. You're funny! Interesting! Engaging! ....And very, very cute.

By the end of the night, you've burrowed into her brain. Diane is determined to see you again.

Despite the looming specter of Andrew Ryan hovering over you both, she asks you to dinner. Not a Date but... A "Talk".

A talk is innocent enough! Why not?

Your "Talk" is quite simple: a few days later, in a small booth at the back of a mid-tier restaurant where the two of you have enough privacy to speak about whatever crosses your mind.

However, when you show up, Diane is already there... Absolutely Dressed. To. Kill.

Something makes her want to really impress you, and not JUST with what she has to say. So when she tugs you down into the booth and starts chatting with you excitedly, she's also trying to get your every aspect of your focus.

Diane knows how to look her best, what angles of light flatter her features the most, and just the right movements that draw attention to just the right places.

When you look down, she crosses and uncrosses her legs, the slit of her dress separating in the most tantalizing way. She draws your attention to her lips, tilts her head to expose the column of her throat, gestures her fingers in such a way that forces your gaze to follow her neckline and keep going...

And as intellectual as you are, and as much as you might have been drawn in by her opinions... it's, uh, REALLY hard to be immune to that kind of attention.

(To a woman who wants to be heard just as much as she wants to be wanted, your flustered gaze and distracted rambling is everything she hoped it would be ❤️)

At the end of the night, Diane's heartbeat is loud enough that she can hear it in her ears. She's not a love at first sight kind of gal, but she is a big believer in The Spark of Chemistry going on between you both.

It's already a better start than any relationship she's ever had before.

It's not that hard for her to convince you to head back to her penthouse for a nightcap, and from there the conversation continues, toeing the line into addressing the palpable tension between you.

With you beside her on her settee, Diane talks to you honestly about her present and future, about giving up a life of comfort, about how Andrew defined freedom and how trapped she felt within that narrative... and she wonders at the stab of pain in her chest at the understanding smile on your face as you get up and offer to leave.

Diane pulls you back down into a searing kiss that has you borderline delirious. Her choice is obvious. You are NOT complaining. 💖

...And then her private phone rings. The exclusive line. Ryan.

Unhooking the phone, Diane puts a finger to her lips with a grin, and you match her mischief immediately, moving your attention elsewhere.

You're pressing kisses into her neck, marking up her skin with teeth and tongue and moving down, down, down as Diane breathlessly twirls the phone cord in her free hand.

"Andrew? What a coincidence, I was just about to ring you," She lets out a giggling sigh as your hand slides up her thigh, bunching her dress just above her waist, "We need to talk..."

[ermbabyel]

Hey!!! I was looking over your profile after I got your second request, so I wanted to shoot you my info and see your matchups!! I love reading other people's work! If you are too busy or swamped, though, you don't have to do mine!

I would like to be matched with Mystic Messanger ( I just got into this) and Obey Me!

Your name/nickname

Luna, course, you can also make it a Y/N for other people's enjoyment, I do not mind.

Age

23 in June! Gosh, I feel old, but I am not that old, lol

Sexuality

I am Pansexual; I love them all with no specific preference; I am currently dating a man, though.

Pronouns

She/Her

Preferred age range for your ship

No one under 18, and also for Obey Me, no Luke. I read him as a child so he is a child in my head I know he's an angel and probably hella old but no.

Likes/dislikes

I love to read and write. I am big into celeb gossip mainly cause I like to psycho-analyze everything. I graduated with my bachelor's in psychology and love the human mind. Due to this, though, I have been told I am very manipulative and read people too well, so I am off-putting. I like people who love to help others and be reasonable. I love an open mind.

Hobbies

Studying especially psychology or technology. Writing stories or reading romance novels. Nature walks, especially in national parks. Magic the gathering. FPS video games.

Love languages

My most extensive love language is Physical Touch

The second would be Words of Affirmation

Ideal type

I don't have a 'type'; I love people for their personalities. If I had to hammer down who I am drawn to, it would be mysterious people. I think they are fun to get to know, and I love to be an outlet for them to express themselves.

A summery of your personality

I am a big goofball; however, I am very serious when I need to be. I work first and play later 90% of the time. I do take breaks, though, to allow myself to fully relax and just be me. I have lived in my mother's shadow my whole life, so I work hard to make a name for myself outside of the name she gave me and her name. I am driven to succeed and help those around me. I tend to be so overly considerate that I end up being walked on, however if I realize I am being walked on I will psycho analyze which is where the rumors of me being manipulative and off putting come from.

astrology sign

Gemini, I know they have a bad wrap, but some are good. I at least hope I am not considered bad.

Aesthetic/style

I have shoulder-length brown hair, pale skin, and light blue eyes, but everyone in my family says they are gray. My style depends on where I am; if I am at work, I wear jeans, a T-shirt, and tennis shoes, and my hair is up in a bun. If I am at home, I wear boho clothes and have my hair down. If I am out on the town, I am super girly with heels, a skirt or dress, and full makeup with curled hair.

Anything else you can think of

I suffer from a speech impediment, and though I have managed to control it better with time and practice, I still lisp whenever I am angry or really, really tired. I also suffer from Dyslexia, so I have to use Grammarly to help with my spelling and grammar.

Thank you so much for your requests from me. I really appreciate them and love writing them. I hope to have your match-up within the next day or two!

Hello~! I’m so excited to do a match up for you as well! I hope you enjoy your matches :3 Also a fellow Gemini, how exciting! ♊️

Your Mystic Messenger Lover Is…Jumin Han~

You like mysterious people? Jumin is your man! Plus, Jumin is a libra and they are very compatible with Gemini’s. Jumin might be a hard nut to crack because of his upbringing and has been instructed to be the next heir to his father’s company since a young age. But, you are able to see through all of that, which might catch the CEO in line off guard…but he will definitely keep it calm and collected. No one has ever been able to crack right through him as easily as you have. And he’s impressed.

This intrigues you even more. It will take sometime, but little by little Jumin will feel much more secure with your presence around him. He feels confident in your ability to analyze situations and the human mind, which will come in handy when he needs consideration on a business venture/opportunity. “Luna, what do think about this new cat business I’ve been thinking about? I trust your judgment.”

Even though he seems cold and distant, this man gets attached very fast to most people’s surprise. And you’re not an exception. I get a sense of a calming presence while reading your description and I think that’s something Jumin would absolutely love about you. Being in charge of a company can be very grueling and draining at times. So, when he comes home to you after a long day he won’t say much but give you a sweet tired smile and gently lay his head on your welcoming shoulders. He just wants to feel your touch and presence.

I think you and Jumin are very similar too. He especially understands being in a parent’s shadow as well and would confide in you with that as well. I can see you two being each other’s support system.

Definitely the type to call you “Dear” and “Darling”…..”Darling, would you like to accompany me to a restaurant and wine for dinner this evening? I’ve had a long day and I just want to be in your presence.”

Jumin would also ask you to read him some of your stories you’ve been working on. Hearing your voice relaxes him so much to the point where it’s a nightly routine for you to read him to sleep~!

Jumin would find your speech impediment endearing and would be so loving and patient with you. He doesn’t want you to stress out about it and gives you all the time and support you need. Most of the time you think he reads your mind as well.

Also your biggest supporter. He think you are the most exquisite woman he’s every seen! He’ll even help you pick out your night on the town outfits. “Here Darling, I think this necklace will look stunning with your dress…you just look delectable tonight~.”

You’ll definitely be the one to loosen up Jumin with your bubbly, playful nature. He can help but crack a gentle smile when he see you and seven joking around with each other. The RFA are like a family to him are equally important as well. So seeing his love for his love and second family getting along with each other warms his heart~!

I love this pairing so much~! 😍

Your Obey Me Lover Is…Lucifer~

Honestly I was debating between Lucifer and Leviathan, since I think you and Levi share similar interests. So I think you can be a good match for him as well~

Another mysterious man for you. Lucifer is the eldest brother and with that comes with a sense of responsibility for his younger brothers. Because of that, he has to keep a stoic and harsh attitude when it comes to dealing with his brothers. Even though his brothers tend to be a pain in the ass and sometimes a burden, he still loves them with his whole heart and want to do his best to make sure his brothers are taken care of. But he only shows that side of himself to you~.

He’s also very shocked that a mere human is able to read right through him. It makes him feel puzzled, how were you able to do that? And in turn, that aspect of you intrigues him!

I can see you trying to convince Lucifer to show a little more warmth towards his brothers, but this man can be very stubborn! “I don’t have the time or interest of giving Mammon a cookie for getting a high score on his test, Luna”. But after sometime he comes around. With your help of course as being this vulnerable and sweet if very difficult for him.

He’ll be taken aback when you give him a hug for the first time or holding his hand on one of your many nature walks together. But Lucifer loves it, he’ll even gently reach for your hand when you least expect it and gingerly place a sweet kiss on said hand.

You are the only person in the whole entire Devildom to make this stoic man smile and laugh. And the brothers think you are some Devine creature because of it lol. They are SO perplexed and ask you what your tricks are to get him to smile. Truth is Lucifer just has a soft spot for you and can’t help but to smile when he gazes at you.

Definitely more of a private lover and prefers to show his love for you when others aren’t around. Only in private will he call you such sweet names like “Darling” and “My Love” being the main names for you.

I can see him being interested in a game you’re playing with Levi and wanted to try it out himself. I have a feeling Lucifer is very competitive and he started the game so confidently that he was going to win. But to his surprise, you were the only to beat him. He is DUMBFOUNDED LOL. He might even get a little pouty, you’ll just giggle and peck him on the lips and remind him to not be such a sore loser LOL.

He’s secretly super cuddly and will cuddle up with you in bed after a long day of babysitting his brothers lol. I can see him being passed out on your chest while you’re gingerly playing with his hair. Slowly lulling the most feared demon to sleep. Sure he’s the most powerful and dangerous demon, but in moments like this is when you fall in love with Lucifer even more~.

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Notice Me (Jake Seresin x Robert Floyd)

Hello Hello my loves! Now while yes, in the past few months i have been very active on this beautiful hellsite, i have not written anything in ages. I wrote this because i wanted something angsty yet giddy in my life and its the first time in ages I've had the spare time to write something. Anyway, i hope you guys enjoy and as always... be kind <3

Warnings: brief parental homophobia, parental death, some angst

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It started on the carrier after they returned from the mission. Bob was celebrating with Payback and Fanboy when Jake walked over to him. Hangman was the last person Bob had expected a congratulations from, yet here he was.

“Well, Bob, I suppose I owe you a job well done,” Jake approached shyly to say. Jake Seresin had never been this nervous. Hell, he barely ever felt nervous. He knew he was the best at everything he did, so why was Bob of all people getting him this flustered?

“I suppose you do, Hangman. Seeing as I did do a well-done job,” Bob groaned at himself internally and immediately looked down to his feet to avoid the other mans eyes. It sucked that his type was cocky, arrogant pilots. He also had tendency to go for blondes. “I just mean that-”

“I know what you mean,” Jake was smirking at Bob now. “You did a good job, and you know you did a good job. Its okay Baby, you can toot your own horn occasionally.”

“Bagman, I think you do enough tooting for all of us.” God, could he embarrass himself anymore?! To Bobs surprise Jake didn’t start poking fun at him but started laughing. A genuine laugh because he thought Bob had purposely made the joke.

“Yeah Baby, I suppose you’re right. I do toot enough for all of us,” the taller man gazed lovingly upon Bob. How could someone this shy do such a confidence driven job like this? Before he had a chance to ask, he was pulled away by other people offering their congratulations to him.

The two men didn’t get another chance until late that night. Bob had stepped outside for a cigarette, a habit he was trying to kick. On his way out he saw Jake standing by the edge of the ship looking out onto the water.

“Well Hangman, I never thought the day would come when you aren’t talking someone's ear off,” Bob walked up to stand beside him and saw that he was crying. “Oh, I'm sorry Jake, I can leave and come back later if you want.” He felt bad for walking in on something private.

“No Bob it's okay, stay. I could use the company right now.” Jake stood up straighter and turned around so his body was no longer facing the water, but now facing the ship. “What are you doing out here anyway Baby, isn’t it past your curfew?”

Bob walked closer to stand beside Jake and pulled out the pack of cigarettes and lighter. “Yeah Bagman, don’t tell my nana or she’ll never let us have a sleepover again.” He pulled out a smoke and then offered the pack, “Want one?”

“My god Baby, out past curfew and smoking?! You better not let Cyclone catch you, he might tell your mommy on you!” Hangman jibed as he took one from the carton Bob offered. He had never really been a fan of the things but for some reason being next to Bob, he wanted a reason to stay out here and talk with him.

“I don’t know how much luck he’ll have getting ‘hold of her,” Bob started as he lit the smoke and inhaled, “her and my dad died when I was little. So, my nana raised me in North Carolina. I enlisted as soon as I could because I knew I always wanted to follow in their footsteps.” Bob had never been this open with anyone on any of his teams. The closest he’s ever gotten to someone would be Phoenix, whom he’d just met but he felt drawn to her to her like a moth to light.

“Oh, shit Bob, I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to pry,” Hangman felt awful. Bob of all people deserved to have nice parents. He was like the first signs of stars on a dark night, he made even the most bleak situations seem better.

“Ah it’s okay Hangman, shit happens. We can’t always get what we want sometimes.” He repeated the mantra his nana told him when he was younger and cried on Mothers Day and Fathers Day. As much as he loved her, she was a tough old bird who had no time for tears.

Jake turned to look at Bob. He felt so bad for his friend right now. In a moment of vulnerability, Jake decided to share too. “Jacob. My given name is Jacob. My parents were big into the Bible and we went to church every Sunday, that's part of the deal in Texas. You live here, and you go to church. So, when my dad caught me holding hands with one of the boys in the marching band, they did not like it one bit. Even after I tried to explain to them that I like girls and boys, the only thing they could focus on was the boys.”  Only a few people knew about Jake being bi. Javy knew because they were best friends, Phoenix knew because he came out to her after she came out to him, and Rooster knew because of their special arrangement a few years prior.

Bob turned to look at Jake now. He felt bad that Jake had to go though that from his family. No one should ever be made to feel lesser by the people who are supposed to love you. “Gosh Jake, that must have been so hard.” Without thinking Bob closed the gap between them and wrapped his arms around Jake’s middle. Slowly Jake returned the hug and buried his face in Bobs hair. He hadn’t felt this vulnerable or comforted in years. He missed the feeling of being protected instead of always having to be the protector.

They stood in that embrace for a long while before Hangman finally took a step back to release himself from the hug. He gave his shoulders a little shake as if to get back into the emotional armour he had briefly removed to talk to Bob. “What about you Bobby? Any hard talk like that you had to have with your nana?”

“Nah. When I told her I was gay she looked at me and said, “Robert you would have surprised me more if you came home with a pregnant girlfriend.” Safe to say, she was okay with it from the start. Until I joined the Navy. She was really worried about me getting bullied out here. Turns out I get picked on for being quiet, ain’t that right Bagman?” The space between them had immediately gotten lighter as they both laugh.

“Yeah, I guess I was a bit of a dick to you, wasn’t I?”

“A bit?” Bob asked with raised eyebrows.

“Okay okay, I was a major dick to you Bobby. I’m sorry.” His apology was genuine, he actually felt bad. The more he learned about Bob, the cooler he seemed. Also the new knowledge that he was gay sparked something in Jake. A new sort of interest in Bob. An interest for someone hes never had before and he couldn’t quite place the feeling.

“Wow, look at the time. We really should be getting back inside now,” Bob remarked as he looked at his watch. In truth, he didn’t want to go back inside, but he knew the longer he stood  here talking  with Hangman the less he would be able to hold back from launching himself at the other man, with consent of course.

The two men slowly started walking back to their sleeping quarters while talking about miniscule things until they reached their doors. They both idle by the handles, not wanting to separate and have their night end.

“Well Bobby, I suppose I should let the hero of the day get some rest. He worked hard today,” Jake said as he shifted from foot to foot.

“I don’t know that I’m the hero,” Bob responded shyly as a blush crept from his cheeks to his neck.

“Wow Bob, I mean I knew you had a big ego but wow, I was talking about myself. Since I saved Maverick and Rooster, you know actual hero work, but no, no, you’re the hero.” Hangman joked as he took half a step towards Bob.

“Well, I was told today that I can toot my own horn once in a while, so until tomorrow I will toot away,” Bob replied as he shifted to look at Jake. Before he could stop himself, he leaned over and give him a kiss on the cheek before saying “goodnight, Jacob,” and entering his bunk.  

Hangman stood in the hallway, shocked at Bobs brazen action. Never in a million years would he have thought Bob would do something like that. He also didn’t expect to like it that much. Jake was pulled from his thoughts as Rooster stuck his head out from his room.

“Hey, what are you doing right now? Are you busy?” Rooster asked

“No I was just about to go to bed. Why, what’s up?”

“Oh nothing I was just wondering if you, maybe, wanted to bunk with me tonight?”

Jake understood the context in which Bradley was asking. He was asking if Jake wanted to hook up quietly and then leave before anyone else woke up. Any other time, he probably would have said yes and been content to go back to the arrangement they typically kept whenever they were stationed together. But this time something felt off. He didn’t want to be with someone who didn’t want to wake up next to him, someone who would be embarrassed to be seen with him.

“Jake? You okay over there?” Bradley asked. He looked at Jake almost expectantly from his doorway.

“Sorry man, not tonight. I’m tired. You know, big day and all,” he told him.  Jake entered his room and locked the door before Bradley had a chance to say anything else. He stripped off his clothes and climbed into bed, as the weight and commotion of the day finally settled on him. As he drifted off, Jake subconsciously started rubbing his cheek, the very one that Bob kissed him goodnight on. That was the most peaceful sleep Jacob Seresin had in weeks.

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More than Kissin’ Cousins

Josh Morgan x Jodie Tatum 

Premise: After the final song of the Tatum family jamboree, Jodie and Josh get to know each other a little better. And it starts with Josh wanting a more friendly wrestling match with his distant cousin. It gets hot and heavy. Note: NSFW, Horseplay, Frottage, Biting/Blood Drawn Words: 2.9 k

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A/N: Did I write this out of my ironic love of Kissin’ Cousins or as an excuse to make a fic about Elvis fucking himself? Both. Enjoy~

A party with the down home Tatums went on until the sun woke you up, and even then there was usually time for just one more round. Whether it be a round of drinks or a round in a fist fight. Everything had worked out in the little disagreement between the Tatums and the military. They’d allow their land to be used, and everyone would get paid. 

Which was not only good for Josh Morgan’s career, there was the promise of him being sent away if the mission failed, but he also gained new friends and even a new girl. Sure they were related, but it was so distant their family tree branches barely touched.

However, someone like Jodie Tatum might be evidence otherwise. Clearly whatever genes shaped their faces might just outlive the damn mountain. Spitting image was an understatement. Even if Jodie was a bit of a lunk at first. Challenging him to a wrestling match on sight was a hell of a hello. 

Nothing like music and moonshine to smooth things out. They could cut quite a duet and didn’t slow down until even the banjos started yawning. But there was enough energy for Jodie to have some fun with that solider girl that he paired with. She snuck him away and they did what rabbits did best right in a big shed.

With the music going from loud banging to sleepy plucks, one could hear the couple’s enthusiastic slightly drunk moaning. 

Meanwhile, Josh had a swig of that fantastic corn liquor and he couldn’t help but listen. Jodie even sort of sounded like him when he fucked. No, that wasn’t true. He was louder.

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Josh felt a kick at his side. He must have dozed off for a spell. It couldn’t have been that long, it was still dark. But long enough that any party goers left standing before had either curled up on the ground or had driven home. Yet, there was cousin Jodie above him with a smug grin on his face. “Ain’t you a lightweight, Cousin Josh.” 

Josh mumbled something and rubbed at his eyes. He sat up in the pile of hay he must have slumped into, it was soft enough but he didn’t think he’d want to stay there all night. “I think a 200 pound wrestler would be a lightweight when it comes to this stuff,” he patted the jug next to him. Even as he tried his best not to go overboard it was a little like drinking gasoline. 

If anything, he was proud that he at least hadn’t passed out dead to the world like the other sorry bastards splayed around. In contrast his ‘cousin’ looked fresh as a daisy.

“I’m hard proof that ain’t true,” Jodie pointed to himself proudly. And well, why shouldn’t he be proud. Judging by the state of his lack of buttons and hurricane rocked blond hair, he’d had some wild rounds with his lady in the shed. 

There was something about Jodie, he was full of himself but there was sort of a good reason. He was tall, lean, and even if he may or may not be on some kind of watch list, there was probably a good heart there too.

Josh sat up and rubbed at his head, as if checking to see if it had split open yet. So far so good, “where’s your sister?” Seeing Jodie all sexed like that made it tempting to get in a nice night for himself as well. After all, this was a party. Of course he wouldn’t say his intentions about Jodie’s sister out loud, what with the guy being the protective type. 

“Shoot, she went to bed an hour ago. I’m the last man standing, like always.” Josh snorted at that, he’d been king of the mountain since he was a kid no doubt. Jodie was riding high, what with his name being screamed over and over not twenty minutes ago. He plopped down in the hay next to him and snagged the jug for a swig of his own.

The shaking of the hay bed made the world spin for a bit, Josh sort of slumped in next to him.

“Last man standing, huh? Is that why…” Josh looked him up and down with squinted eyes, “I kicked your ass first time we met?” It was a coy little jab, the buzzed feeling that warmed his whole body had him a little playful. It maybe wasn’t wise to poke a grizzly bear. But the way Jodie looked, he reminded him more of a teddy bear right now.

“Hey now, that was a rigged fight.. I was taken… by surprise, by that… pretty face of yours.” It was a compliment for himself, but the implication was there. Jodie nearly fumbled it the jug when he saw Josh bat his eye lashes, which made Josh giggle.

Maybe it was moonshine or moonlight, but Jodie sure did feel nice to be next to. With that cowboy shirt busted open Josh could see that he hadn’t earned a title of the family fighter for nothing. And this wasn’t just the drink getting to his head. Josh knew a pretty man just as well as he’d know a pretty lady…

“I bet I could still take you down,” Josh sat up and declared it giving Jodie’s chest a solid poke. He expected a little softness, but damn he was plain firm. 

Jodie chuckled, loving a challenge. The jug was tossed away and he spat like a country boy. “Oo, kid, you’re gonna eat those words.” It was a hell of a lot friendlier than their last fight. Jodie even gave him a hand to help him up. Which sort of just resulted in some stumbling into each other. This certainly wasn’t going to be any kind of title match, that was for sure. “I’ll get you pinned in ten seconds flat, lightweight.” 

Josh beckoned him lazily and that seemed more than enough for Jodie go all in. He went straight for a grapple. And while Josh had his combat training, right now in his tipsy head, all he could really think about were dance moves. And that wouldn’t really win any fights. Not with clothes on at least.

When Josh grappled back, his arms like cooked noodles, it looked like he’d be pinned in more like five seconds. Until he managed to get his fingers hooked on the loops of Jodie’s pants. And that got him enough leverage to keep from going straight backwards. “Gotcha.” Josh hummed. This close up, he smelled Jodie. “Your breath smells like ass…”

“I was just in one,” Jodie said casually back, which made Josh laugh out loud, and with the little weakness at the knees, Jodie got his upper hand and just as he promised, Josh got pinned down right in the little hay stack.

Well, he gave a silent sorry to the Air Force for that kind of smack down, but he was sure they’d understand. They’d be a little limp too if they siphoned their plain’s fuel tank right into their gullets. And now Jodie was perched on Josh’s hips like he was on the winners podium. 

“Told ya.” He leaned in, “you should get pinned more often, I’ll take you down whenever you want.” It was a gloat, but it sort of made Josh feel a little funny. That actually sounded pretty great. 

Now, Josh didn’t think he was an egotist… finding Jodie attractive right now, but he’d say they were pretty damn different, different enough. He let the thought slide. He’d let Jodie slide anywhere. He turned pink just at that idea crossing his mind and he felt just fine being down here.

“Ah hell, cousin… you really wanted to see my sister, didn’t ya?” Oh fuck, Josh didn’t realize it, but he was getting hard under him. He wondered if they’d laugh it off together, but right now he had the weirdest idea, that he wanted to see this play out.

Josh had done some horseplay before, but always told himself not to let things get too far… but right now? With a little liquid courage and a man that seemed perfectly comfortable using him as a seat? He went right on and said it out loud, “she’s not here right now.”

Jodie rose an eyebrow, but then smirked, intrigued. He loved a good ego stroking. “Oh, you’re just liking what you see. Can’t blame ya.” 

Maybe it was crazy but… no one was watching, a canon could go off and there’d still be snoring around. And besides, thought out decisions were for the woefully sober. They could think tomorrow, if it ever came.

Josh reached up for Jodie’s shirt and pulled him down into a kiss, short at first, and they both chuckled to break some tension. That could have just been a joke. But then there came another one, longer this time. And by the time Jodie started pulling away on that one, Josh clung to his shirt to make it last longer for just one more second.

Their breathing was synced. Nerves, arousal, curiosity… self love.

And Josh said it, “pin me.” 

“…Like this?” Jodie’s hand went on his chest, pressing down.

“Harder.”

“Like… this?” Jodie’s voice was getting lowered now, deeper as his hands went lower for another shove. And when it looked like Josh was going to ask for more again, Jodie this time paired a push of his hands with a grinding of his hips, full body. 

Jodie was seeing double because Josh just fucking moaned from the friction. Son of a bitch sounded just like him, except a little quieter. Soft like. Lucky for him, Jodie liked soft. He liked to make soft things desperate. 

His rode on him again, and his arms held Josh down. If ever Josh came up for a kiss, he’d get a push back down and have to wait for Jodie to come down for it. The wait might have made it even better. Ass didn’t taste so bad after all, Josh discovered, especially when Jodie’s tongue was involved. And you’d think the man was trying to hollow out Josh’s mouth like he were a pumpkin. 

The humping was perfect for Josh’s limp energy level, but with Jodie going like a steam roller, he might just cum in his pants right here and now. “Wait- they’re, new… I don’t wanna mess them up.”

And that gave Jodie a great idea. Undoing Josh’s belt and tossing it aside, freeing up his dick to stand up in the cool night air. “Hang on, I gotta know.” Jodie’s cock was out not a second later and he held them together. Oh, the very sight got Josh bucking but Jodie held him down still to measure.

“Half an inch shorter,” he declared, eyeing Josh.

“You’re so full of it,” Josh said with a jagged smile. And the smirking comment along with that perfectly styled black hair now gone amuck, must have really gotten the blond going because he squeezed his cock which got him back to being a mess.

Which just drew Jodie right back down, but this time going for Josh’s neck which looked like it needed biting. Every Tatum worth their pepper was good at biting. And this made Josh kick from under his cousin. This bastard was all canines, it was like a dog’s mouth, but Josh was the one left howling. 

“How’d you feel about staying a while, Joshie?” He asked cutely, “I could keep you around, we could wrestle all the time.”

Oh, he pictured it. Switching between whatever Tatum sibling was feeling frisky, and of course Jodie providing lip in more ways than one. Fuck, he could do that sober. And when he sobered up, he was sure he could show Jodie some tricks too.  

His dick twitched and Jodie kept them together as they both found their friction and their rhythm. Just like that duet, they really fucking hit it. “Come on, pretty. Come on,” Jodie groaned. Josh looked at the man above him he saw Jodie had blood on his lips. He’d broken skin and red had never looked so good.

It was when Jodie licked his lips though, tasted him, that’s what did it. Josh came and Jodie wasn’t far behind, groaning loud and proud. If the goal was to keep from getting cum everywhere, the goal post had moved because it was white and it splattered.

And it was Jodie’s groan that must have finally found a sound barrier that got someone awake. Because the recognizable southern type of ‘what in the Sam Hill,’ was uttered not too far away. It was only a deer in headlights for a moment before it was followed with muttering about a broken sink. Someone was talking in their sleep.

They looked back at each other, and it made them do some silent laughing, like a couple of boys fresh off some trouble making. Still out of breath, still hot off an orgasm. Josh, put a finger to his lips doing a shushing motion but that quickly fell apart when his head went back. That was crazy, all of it. 

“Damn Jackson Polluck” Josh muttered, looking down at the mess on himself, and the soft dicks between them. 

Jodie rose an eyebrow, who the hell was that, “Jackson Potluck ain’t here, don’t you be naming other guys. Hush up, now, you’re a mess…” That little scarf around his neck was put to good use in cleaning them up. Soft and silky, though anyone with eyes might see a little evidence left over. 

The killing move might have been Jodie then tying the cummed up scarf around Josh’s neck, “to hide the bite marks,” he told him. Wasn’t he resourceful. 

“Do I look like you when I got this on?” Josh asked playfully, his eyes half lidded. Nothing like some alcohol and dick rubbing to get him nice and sleepy.

Jodie thought a second, looking at his messed up black hair, those doe eyes, “you look like a sex machine… so yeah.” And the last thing Josh remembered was closing his eyes and curling up in the hay stack. And he felt arms around him, ones that held him tight from behind, as if Josh would even think of going anywhere. 

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A rooster waking him up wasn’t the cock he was expecting. Josh rubbed his eyes and was quickly met with the unmistakable hammer to the eyes that was a moonshine hangover. The events of last night took a minute to come back to him in order, but the wrestling was still fresh on his mind. He half expected for Jodie to still be attached to him big spoon style but was only met with a chicken that had roosted behind him. 

Josh sat up, now he was pretty damn sure of what happened and all it took was a tug around his neck to reassure him. The scarf was still there. 

When he heard the unmistakable sound of a girl squealing the first thing he did was look down at himself. And thank god Jodie had been mannerly enough to tuck him back into his pants at least. The squealing had come from some of the Kittyhawk girls naturally. A robust clan to bounce back that fast.

And upon seeing Josh’s bewildered little look, they giggled at him. He didn’t look obvious, did he? He was just glad that the Tatum sisters hadn’t seen him yet. It’d be a little hard to explain. He’d deal with that when he came to it…

After some less than graceful stumbling around asking where the good ol’ boy Jodie had gone, he felt a clap against his shoulder. “Morning, sleeping beauty,” followed by a whistle. “What happened to you?”

Jodie however had already changed shirts, it was red and checked. And that blond mop top had been tamed once again, no one would be the wiser and now Josh felt a little embarrassed for looking like one of the barn animals. 

And now he had himself wondering, was Jodie going to pretend it never happened? He supposed he saw it coming, so why did he feel a little disappointed. “Not much, I guess.” He thought that maybe it should be left as a one time thing. After all, it wasn’t like they’d said I love you.

But just as Josh was about to sulk his way back to one of the military jeeps for a change of clothes, Jodie crooked his finger into that blue scarf and pulled him back. “Woah there, you’re not going anywhere until you help clean up.” The Tatum home did look pretty windswept. Jugs, broken plates, a hoedown war zone.

"I was just going to get a clean shirt," Josh said.

"Brooms are this way" Jodie mentioned like he hadn't heard him and walked along expecting Josh to follow.

Josh sighed, what was this about now. With hands in his pockets he followed behind, kicking a rock or two on the way. “Okay, where are they,” he said glumly as soon as the other victims of a corn liquor hangover were out of eat shot.

And in a second Jodie had Josh’s back to the cool morning metal of the shed. “Damn… I’m gonna set a new record in pinnin’ ya.” He smirked. Josh grinned.

Josh didn’t have to clear out for a couple more days. More than enough time to squeeze in plenty of wrestling… 

[where-theres-smoak-2]

Trigger Warning: Violence, Choking 

Spoiler warning for Shadow and Bone Season 2 and Book Spoilers

I just saw that interview with ben, jessie and daisy where ben and jessie are talking about some choke scene against a cave wall and seriously like wtf? What is with tv writers these days adding scenes like this that have no source material equivalent? At no point in the books does the darkling physically harm alina. It’s not in line with his character at all who makes it very clear to all his followers that Alina is not to be harmed. Like even if you take away the complicated romantic feelings the darkling has towards Alina that might make him reluctant to hurt her, he still needs her and her powers so it doesn’t make sense for him to try to harm her. Its like house of the dragon 2.0. I made my views clear on that scene between daemon and rhaenyra and how much I hated that it seemed they added the scene just for shock value. I feel like if you are going to write in a scene like this then one it needs to make sense for the storyline and the characters involved, and two you need to show the effect it has and the repercussions of that action going forward. House of the dragon did neither of those things. One show that I did think did it right is outer banks, spoiler warning here for season 2 and 3, but in the finale of season 2 a father chokes his daughter whilst being driven by his greed for gold, she is saved but after that she is left traumatised and we see this in season 3 and we see her struggle with it, but we also see the effect it has on her father and the guilt he feels. The scene wasn’t just there for shock value it was designed to show just how far gone the father was and how his greed had corrupted him but also how that violence effected the daughter and stayed with her, and it was written in a way that got that messaging across. 

To be fair to shadow and bone we don’t know the exact circumstances around this particular scene only that it happens in Morozova’s workshop and they describe it as brutal, so hopefully it isn’t just there for shock value and there is some relevance to the characters and the storyline. From the way that they are talking though it does sound like it is very much a two way thing, like alina might be giving back as good as she is getting and like this tension and anger has been building the whole season and it sort of comes to a head here where it gets very ugly and they both lash out at each other viciously. I am not sure it being from both sides necessarily makes it better though. The other thing I am worried about is how they are going to make this make sense for the darkling’s character because even putting aside the books, it doesn’t fit with his character from season 1. Like thinking back to the collar scene which is a scene in season 1 where they made it more grotesque and brutal in the show than it was in the books, Aleksander clearly had complicated feelings about doing that to Alina and you can see in that scene that he can’t even look at her when it is happening, he has to look away. The thing with this type of violence where you are choking someone it that it is very intimate and brutal, you literally have to wrap your hands around a person’s neck and squeeze until they stop breathing, this is something that is drawn out, it’s not quick, you have time to think about what you are doing, you have to see your victim struggle. I just don’t get how they are going to take Aleks’ character from someone who couldn’t even look when the collar was being put on her to that scene. I guess I’ll have to see the scene in it’s full context before deciding how I feel about it, I mean I am making the assumption here that it is the darkling choking Alina but for all we know it could be the other way around, not that it would make it any better. One thing I really hope they are not doing is trying to use this scene as a way of almost teaching the darkling fan girls a lesson, which is what I felt like house of the dragon did where in interviews after the scene aired they seemed to ridicule women who were fans of daemon’s character and when the fans called out the writers for the scene not making sense for daemon’s character the writers tried to paint those fans as just being crazy fan girls who were so busy thirsting after daemon that they couldn’t see him for what he actually was which is someone who will be violent towards a woman he loves. Sometimes writers act like they are providing some kind of moral service to these poor naive women who are being enthralled by fictional morally grey characters. It’s a messaging that I really hate because its incredible patronising and condescending and it infantilises women, it also is redundant because it makes no difference, the fans of daemon who found his character interesting before that choke scene in hotd are still fans of his post that scene, its not going to change anyone’s mind all that’s going to happen is they’re going to call you out on your sh*tty ass writing. I’ve said it before but I’ll say it again the fiction people choose to engage with has no reflection on their real life morals or views. People who watch slasher movies do not go around murdering people in real life or supporting real life killers, people who enjoy war movies don’t advocate for war in real life, people who watch disaster movies don’t hope for real life disasters and women who enjoy morally grey male characters are not going out looking for a man who is going to treat her badly in real life. We don’t need to be reminded that men can be violent towards us, we are already fully aware so can we please stop with the morality policing. 

Honestly, at the moment, the more I hear about season 2 the less enthused I am by it. Which is disappointing because I usually enjoy the run up to a show’s release and seeing the promo images and interviews and getting excited, and whilst there are some things I am looking forward to seeing, there’s a lot that also has me really really worried. One thing I said in a previous post was that I was really worried that they were going to rush through the grisha trilogy story in this season so they can do the six of crows plot in season 3 and the more interviews that come out the more convinced I am that is going to happen. Like the interviewer slipped up and referred to Nikolai as King so it looks like come end of the season he will be crowned which happens at the end of the books, Jessie also talks about them all filming in sand dunes and it being really hot and it does sound alot like the landscape of the fold/post fold, plus there was that pic of Inej and Zoya in what looks like was the fold which is gone, so I feel like the season is going to end with the destruction of the fold etc basically how the books end. I can’t say I am particularly hyped for that and I would rather they took more time with the story than cramming it all into one season, also I just really don’t want it to end the same way as the books, one thing I can say that I hated, and I do mean hated with a passion, was alina’s ending, in fact I would be really happy if they just throw the books out altogether and did their own thing, though I know not everyone will agree with me there. Anyway, very sorry for going off on another rant, I think that’s enough of me being negative because I really don’t want to be overly negative about the show. I am going to be doing some more posts talking about some of the things I am looking forward to/ am excited for so hopefully I can get more hyped for the new season, I am currently listening to the soundtrack and honestly it is stunningly beautiful so I might make a post about my thoughts on that. 

[sunshine-vx]

Submas Pokémon Fanfic;

Across Space, Time and Dreams (ASTaD) (Prologue, Ch. 1)

(Blankshippers DNI)

(Important note: On this first chapter, there will be a complete list of possible triggers right below this. On each individual chapter, there will also be chapter-specific trigger warnings.)

(CWs/TWs for this fic: grief, mental breakdowns, depression (it does get better but yeah shshshs), hospitalization, symptoms mention, injury, blood, near-death, emetophobia (no actually throwing up, but feeling like one might), technical crime (non-malicious and no one is hurt, but it still breaks the law), police encounter/near arrest (no one is actually arrested, but nearly), Pokémon moves used on humans (there is a scene where a few people are encased in Psychic and put to sleep by Hypnosis. It's non-malicious and no one is hurt, but some may still find it unnerving))

(Some general information abt the fic!: So I've decided that I want to post my Pokémon fanfic on Tumblr on an actual Tumblr post instead of a Google Doc lol, although I'll still keep the posts where I have it in a Doc up. So this is just gonna be the fic but actually on Tumblr! Last time I updated my fic I was at 5 chapters, and this time we're up to 7! :])

(If yall are feeling up to it, I'd love to hear yalls thoughts or any feedback! Also, reblogs are appreciated! (No pressure tho, ofc))

(Also, before anything else; I want to thank and give credit to my awesome sister @moonlightalpha666 ! She really wanted to help with the fic and has drawn some of the illustrations for this fic and will continue to draw more (so far they've drawn illustrations for chapters 4 and 5)! They are very talented and did amazing with said illustrations! Go check out their page and give them a follow if you'd like, they're like the official helper of this fic lol!)

(Some extra notes: may or may not have these at the beginning of each chapter so I can briefly say anything that I want to say about the fic. For now, I'll just say, one that this fic is ongoing, and CWs may be updated as it goes on, and two, I miiight post this fic on Ao3 later on, I'm unsure, but if I do, I'll make a post saying I did. Also, just saying that this fic isn't going to have a bunch of insane plot twists. It's more character-driven, so if that's not your thing, then that's totally fine (that's not to say there's nothing interesting lmao. I think there is). I just thought I'd say this so I don't end up disappointing anyone.)

(Read it on Ao3 here!)

(Reblogs are appreciated!)

(All that being said, enjoy! :D)

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Prologue

Two people.

Born together, raised together, left the nest together.

Two brilliant minds, two hearts of gold, two flames of passion that could burn the fire back.

And they were a team, in sync, inseparable.

And yet the impossible deed had somehow been done.

And that's when things started to change.

Chapter 1

((This chapter's illustration by me!))

The dreams had begun to become even stranger now.

Emmet had been having this recurring dream ever since his twin brother, Ingo, disappeared. At first Emmet didn't even get much sleep. Some nights were still that way. He didn't have the dream too often. In fact, it seemed a little strange he didn't have the dream more, considering the thought of Ingo was almost always at least in the back of his head.

The first time he dreamed it, it went like this; he was in a void, completely dark and empty. There was a floor beneath him, although he could not see it. He would call out to see if anyone would respond. Nothing. Until a moment later, he'd hear Ingo's voice. Except it was panicked. Confused. 

Emmet would turn in the voice's direction to see his brother. Emmet would desperately run to Ingo, attempting to embrace him with a tight hug of relief.

But he'd phase right through.

Many times, Ingo would seemingly be far away in one way or another, or shrouded in darkness, but Emmet could always see him, if only a little. 

Emmet would continue to try and get Ingo's attention. Waving his hands, trying to shake Ingo by the shoulder, even just screaming. Sometimes Emmet would have his Pokémon with him, and he'd try desperately to show them to Ingo.

But to no avail.

Sometimes Emmet would swear he saw Ingo notice the presence of him or the Pokémon, if only for a second before being unable to sense them again. He'd look surprised, almost relieved, but then would sink back into a state of confusion and weariness. 

It pained Emmet to his very core. 

Except over time, Ingo's behavior, and even appearance would..change. At some point he had grown facial hair. Then he had acquired a strange shirt under his uniform with a peculiar symbol on it.

He never did take his uniform off, though. Over time, it became worn. Emmet was confused and scared. What was going on?

When Ingo first went missing, Emmet wasted no time not looking for his brother. He easily surpassed the police in their investigation, and yet– nothing. Eventually, the investigation began wavering in effort. But Emmet's pace did not slow.

For months, he searched, desperate. He ended up going to concerning lengths to find just anything. Any hope of a lead.

Anything at all.

At one point, Emmet's health began degrading.

It took him being put in the hospital to realize he would have to hit the brakes, and try and start living more like he did before again.

But that would be difficult. Unspeakably difficult. 

When he was awake, Emmet had a few main objectives; go to work, care for his Pokémon, and attend to smaller matters, usually something the mayor or his friends alerted him of. But mainly do what he'd usually do. Always the same. 

He'd work as long as he could, even if it meant resorting to rather boring tasks like sweeping the floor. 

When Emmet had first tried to go back to the Subway System, he had to be let in by himself a few times while it was shut down. To get used to it. Otherwise, he'd be crying in front of everyone.

But even without Ingo, he loved the Subway System too much to abandon it. 

But running it by himself, although he did indeed love doing it, it would never be the same. There would always be a feeling of loneliness and longing. Emmet supposed that's how things would have to be. For now.

When it came to battling, the obvious issue of multi battles arose. When Emmet was asked if he wanted to remove multi battles, he refused. He liked those battles a lot, after all.

But when a few of his friends offered to try and be his new battle companion, it never went well. They would set up a practice round, and every time Emmet could never get past even 2 turns without breaking down. He'd run out of the room in tears. He'd curl up his hands in anger. He'd run out of breath due to an anxiety attack. 

Eventually, after a long time of multi-battles being a bit different due to Emmet's absence, Emmet was able to get used to Elesa being his new battle partner. It wouldn't be near the same as Ingo, but it would do. He was grateful for Elesa's support, and the support of many others. Emmet and Elesa messed up a lot at first. He expected Ingo to be there giving commands; Elesa's battle style was different. Emmet and Elesa weren't as in sync as Emmet and Ingo had always been, but they still made a good team.

Emmet enjoyed it, even if the loneliness would still always be there.

Emmet sometimes did single battles as well, which were also hard to adjust to, although he did enjoy them, too. Although the loneliness was present there, too. 

He preferred double battles.

The loneliness, sadness, and other emotions followed Emmet at home, too.

Ingo's disappearance affected Emmet and Ingo's Pokémon, too. They thankfully also still found enjoyment in things like battling and other activities, but still had those feelings of emptiness and loneliness. They thankfully understood Emmet's situation, and Emmet understood theirs. Even if some of their own behaviors weren't their favorites, they understood and tried their best to help each other retain a somewhat normal life, and Emmet always did his best to treat the Pokémon with care, as they tried to lift his spirits. 

Of course, Emmet and the Pokémon had recovered some over time. The painful loneliness, the grief, would always be there; but it had gotten better compared to the beginning. As better as they could be.

Emmet and the Pokémon were their own individuals, after all. Despite everything, Emmet and the Pokémon had their good moments, their moments of peace. They had their coping mechanisms and support systems.

Overall, life was now less difficult to live, with its good things to offer, even if they still struggled.

At first it felt like betrayal, but Emmet knew it was what they needed.

What Ingo would want. 

Even so, Ingo had been a part of them. So when he had been lost, they had lost a part of themselves. 

They supposed they'd have to function without that piece; until they found Ingo, of course. They still wanted to find him. 

They hoped they could.

And on especially long days before bed, Emmet would pick up his phone, and dial Ingo's number. 

"Hello, my name is Ingo! I am unfortunately unable to speak with you at the moment, but do leave a message, and I will gladly speak to you when I can!"

Emmet waited for the sound cue so he could speak.

Beep

"Hello, brother. I am Emmet. I am just calling to say I love you. The Pokémon want you to know they love you, too. Perform your safety checks. Goodnight."

Click

-

The other day, Emmet's friend Elesa offered to take Emmet on a trip to the region Sinnoh. She thought Emmet really needed a break from his work, even though he insisted he didn't.

Eventually though, Elesa somehow was able to get Emmet on a plane to Sinnoh, and after landing, he swore that now, in his dream, Ingo had been able to notice his presence more often, even if he would lose the grip. Even more so, Chandelure was acting erratically. When Emmet would ask what was up, it would just insist there was somewhere in Sinnoh they needed to be, but it didn't know where. Emmet felt like it was a wise decision to listen to Chandelure, at least. The Subway Boss felt as if something...important, was going on. Emmet's determination to figure something out was stronger than it had been for a long time.

Chapter 2

[wingedvictor]

JUNG JAEHYUN  23  CISMALE  HE/HIM — ; where do you get your inspiration, NAM MINJUN ? you’re so DRIVEN , i can’t help but think of MUSEUM DATES, OLD RECORDS AND SHATTERED STATUES when i hear your name. your friends tell me you can be EVASIVE sometimes. i guess it’s understandable given the circumstances. besides , i can’t even imagine how stressful SCULPTURE classes must be — not to mention you’re also in THE RED AND GREEN CLUB, HOWLITES (CAPTAIN) AND MISS TATE (BASS) ! you’re a LOCAL , right ? yeah, i thought so. either way , welcome to mugunghwa ! 

hey! it's dean here with nam minjun — a sculpture arts major, newly appointed captain of the male soccer team, and bassist of miss tate—though you might know him better as the one who always came second to son jisoo. he’s much like the misunderstood villain you’d read about in books, the kind you’d be drawn to if perfect golden boys (cough jisoo cough) are too boring for you. that, or you’re a masochist who romanticises pain. if you'd like to plot, give this post a like and i’ll drop you a message! i also have discord, if that’s what you prefer.

BACKGROUND:

born and bred in mugunghwa; he can't decide if he loves or hates this place.

put simply, he feels like a big fish in a small pond. on one hand, he likes being at the very top of the hierarchy, but on the other, he feels suffocated.

the only child to the nams. you’d think he’d be coddled and cherished like their finest treasure, but somehow, they still had a way to make him feel like he was never good enough.

he's known jisoo ever since they were kids (or babies, to be exact). their parents were always close (at least, on the surface) and have been rivals since they were younger.

naturally, this rivalry carried on to their children. all hell broke loose when they both gave birth to sons in the same year.

he can't remember a time in his life not being to compared to jisoo. everything, from their academics, artistic abilities, athleticism, height, to even the kind of girls they brought home, was a measure of their success.

he had always felt like a tool, used to extend his parents' sense of self-worth. they needed him to win, for them to win.

at some point, he grew to desire everything jisoo wanted, even if didn't really want it himself. growing up, it felt like everything jisoo had was what he needed to have too. if not, he would be inferior and god forbid he was anything but that.

he has a complicated relationship with jisoo. kind of like how he feels about mugunghwa—a love-hate relationship.

sometimes, he wishes jisoo never existed so he didn't have to compete with him, to feel like he’s not good enough all his life, but there are days when things are different.

on those days, he feels like jisoo is a brother he never had, days when he is actually relieved jisoo was around to make this town feel a little less lonely.

that's when he starts feeling bad for always competing with him, for never truly being happy for his accomplishments—for not being a good friend. because a good friend wouldn’t secretly wish you’ll fuck up, right?

but then jisoo beats him again and the cycle repeats, again and again.

just like how complex their friendship was, minjun’s reaction to jisoo’s passing is no different. some days he feels sad, then relieved, then angry, then everything all at once.

he's sad to lose a friend he's known since forever; a part of his identity he's never been allowed to break away from, but he's also relieved that jisoo was no longer in his way, that all those years of constant comparisons finally came to an end.

but most of all, he's angry, that even in death, he is still reminded of how he is second to jisoo, that none of the things he has now truly belongs to him—that he’ll never get to beat jisoo with his own merits.

jisoo’s death was not just a loss of a friend and competitor, but a sense of self; a benchmark he’s had his entire life.

PERSONALITY:

taciturn and elusive, but not forgettable.

the aloof boy that acts like a wallflower, but is really the kind you find yourself getting curious about.

hard to approach, probably not the friendliest face in the hallway.

doesn't really talk to people outside his circle. (though i’d really love for some unexpected connections!)

some might even think he’s stuck-up, that he thinks he’s better than others. (partially true. he actually doubts himself a lot, he’s just antisocial and doesn’t bother trying. also had a friend (jisoo) all his life so he never had to try either.)

very driven and hardworking. set on perfecting his craft.

maybe it’s because he tries so hard in art and sports that he seems nonchalant in every other aspect, like his social life.

is also frustratingly cryptic, an enigma that is hard to decipher even if you’ve known him all your life.

thinks a lot, which is both his vice and virtue.

romanticises a lot of things. particularly people. tends to fall in love with the idea of someone and not who they really are.

kind of toxic. he doesn’t like things (or people) that are easy to get, because he’s so accustomed to not getting what he wants with ease, to wanting the things that don’t belong to him.

has a lot of buried anger and resentment towards his parents and jisoo that is reflected in his art; is otherwise bad at expressing it.

inner child needs healing, tbh.

AT MUGUNGHWA:

sculpture arts major: wasn’t always a sculpture artist. when he was younger, he had also pursued painting alongside jisoo, just because his parents wanted him to. it wasn’t until he starting traveling around europe and got exposed to sculpture art did he realise it was something he enjoyed more. definitely helps that he’s also better at it and no longer has to live in jisoo’s shadow, at least for art.

part of the red and green club: truthfully, he likes that he is part of this club. he knows that it’s something his parents brag about, one of the few things he’s earned their validation for. his jewelled accessory is a pair of cufflinks.

took jisoo's place as captain of the howlites: frankly didn't even want to be captain that bad, he just wanted it because jisoo was running for it. and he has to have everything jisoo has. now that he has it, he's starting to realise that it wasn't as great as he made it out to be—not that he'd ever admit any of this.

plays the bass in miss tate: the one thing he has that was not tied to jisoo. his parents didn't like that he was in a rock band (they considered it uncouth and a waste of time) but it’s precisely why he pursued it, because he needed an escape from their constant comparisons. he needed a part of him entirely to himself, with no way of being compared to perfect little jisoo.

WANTED CONNECTIONS:

someone jisoo liked but couldn’t have? maybe jisoo told him about his crush and complained about how hard it was to get their attention. (though we'd have to check with the admin if it interferes with the plot!) this could've sparked minjun’s interest and he ends up wanting them too, though he doesn’t know if he actually likes them or if he only wanted them because jisoo did. toxic, push and pull type of relationship where they can’t tell how he really feels about them. fwb/more than friends less than lovers type shit.

on the contrary, someone that likes him and is always there for him. probably one of the sweetest people in his life (someone who is actually good for him) but he’s a toxic mfer who wants what he can’t have. he knows he can have them so he doesn’t treasure them but he still sticks around because they make him feel wanted, like he’s good enough for once. one word: angst.

someone very different from him (probably someone who is free spirited and wants to leave mugunghwa). someone he actually likes talking to, whose opinions he wants to hear. he might not agree but he enjoys the discourse; a breath of fresh air in his suffocating environment.

escape in human form, someone that has no connection to the keepers/the red and green club, or the life he’s always known in mugunghwa, someone who he can forget everything around. preferably someone who didn’t know jisoo personally and never got to compare them.

male soccer team members who don’t think he’s worthy of the captain position, that he only got it because of his prestige, not because he’s a good leader (they’re probably right). they either think of jisoo as their only captain and doesn’t acknowledge minjun as one, or they hate that the position was always between them, because they’re keepers and come from influential families.

[scrapyardboyfriends]

If Aaron's coming out storyline happened in 2023 (and ignoring the fact that many of the actors involved in the storyline are like 12 years older now hahaha) how do you think they would approach it?

I shudder to think with the terrible trio in charge. Haha.

On one hand, if it was similar circumstance and they were still trying to tell an angstier coming out story with a character who has a lot of self loathing tendencies, particularly about this, I don't think they would do a terrible job with it. I mean if we're transporting a younger Danny Miller to 2023 to tell it, he was a great young actor who could really carry the role and even the terrible trio tend to do okay with the beginnings of issue stories.

So I feel like maybe the initial coming out episodes or the suicide attempt might have been okay.

But also the show is really lacking that community feel a bit these days so I can't imagine it would have been quite the same in the aftermath.

I feel like it would have ended up being a more isolated story than it was back then. Plus, I don't know that these three could have handled all the complexities in Aaron's relationship with Chas and what not. I don't know.

And then as far as moving forward goes, I mean...I don't hate the early Jackson stuff that much, prior to their month off, but it wasn't stellar by any means, so they probably could manage. But also Jackson would have had to have some dark secret or be connected to another character on the show. Like Aaron would end up having a secret affair with Nicky instead of getting to meet Jackson out at a gay bar. I can't imagine them actually bothering to film on location for the story. So it might be much much worse. Plus, whether I liked Jackson or not, I did like how much he interacted with the village overall in those first couple of months and I can't see them doing anything like that now.

If we're transporting young Aaron to 2023 and they were trying to do a more modern coming out story, then it would probably end up being more like Arthur or Marshall's just with...better acting, especially if we were transporting young Adam to 2023 too because those two had a much more natural friendship vibe than any of the kids today. I mean I could still see it being hard for him with his rocky relationship with Chas but I think it might have been more about that and less self loathing, if we're trying to reflect more modern times. If they were going to incorporate the Gordon retcon into it, then that would add more layers of angst to it but I don't know that I would trust them with that.

Overall, I feel like it would have been a lot clumsier handled than it was back then and the secret part probably would have been weirdly vague and been drawn out too long because these people don't know how to pace a story. It probably wouldn't be as character driven. There wouldn't be as much community involvement and as poorly developed as the Aaron/Jackson relationship was, I think it would have been much more lackluster now.

So yeah...let's just be thankful it happened in 2010 and not with the terrible trio.

[plantdad-dante]

Book #59 - Great Expectations by Charles Dickens

(ugh)

To say I had great expectations for this book is a bit too much, but I still thought that it might be a nice read? Intriguing, entertaining, at least somewhat enjoyable? And, I mean, it was, for the first fifty to a hundred pages. Then it became drawn out, and grating, and annoying, and Pip began to reveal himself to be a fucking chore of a narrator and protagonist.

He is so very frustrating that I just want to push it to one side and ignore it and count the things I liked instead, but for a quick run-down: He is a good-for-nothing idiot who is driven by two things and two things alone - his unhealthy, masochistic obsession with a girl made out of red flags (she flat-out tells him "I will never love you and delight in making you cry", come on dude. take a hint) and the massive clot of internalized classism she instilled in him. He neglects almost evryone in his life who ever loved him or was good to him, burns with disgust and hatred for anyone he deems as meaning him ill, whether or not they actually are, and keeps walking back to his numerous abusers whenever they call on him. Instead of taking the chance to make something of himself, he instead lounges round for years and years and never even thinks of maybe getting a job or at least a fucking hobby (dude. dude. did it really need Herbert to come up with the idea of being a clerk? I could have given you that a hundred pages ago when you were bragging about how good you were at calculating your debt).

Anyway. On to more pleasant subjects.

Biddy got to be a teacher! See, Pip, here is someone with a brain and a heart who followed her dream and got what she wanted and is happy now. Be more like Biddy. I would have loved if this book had been about Biddy instead.

Herbert deserved a better boyfriend than Pip. This twinky sunshine man was my favourite part of this book and in twenty years he and Biddy will probably the only things I will still remember. Well, them and maybe Estella. Because dammit, if she wasn't fun to watch. Until, for some fucking reason, Dickens nerfed her awareness and she married an abusive fuckwit. But don't worry, reader, the abuse made her a better person! See, she actually needed to be abused to learn her lesson and see how horribly she behaved towards Pip!! It's all okay!!! :)))) (I have neither the time nor the mental fortitude to unpack this bullshit, but know that I hate Estella's ending with a burning passion.)

I'm sorry Magwitch ever met Pip.

To be honest, I really want to unhaul this. But I also took so many notes on it that it would feel like throwing away two weeks of hard, agonizing work..... Ah, well.

[keefwho]

August 17 - 2023 Thursday

1:08 PM

Sometimes I can't tell if I really don't want to journal because of the process or because no one is reading it or because I actually hate looking at myself. It's probably any of these reasons at different times. Lately I've become too aware of myself and my circumstances. I've also become aware of my actions and how often times they are driven by emotion and can be negatively guided. It's been painful not being able to accept who I am but I know this is an important step. I have to know what I truly am in order to steer myself somewhere else. I keep finding that there's always something else about myself that I've been avoiding.

4:41 PM

Im in an embarrassing place. I'm obsessing over wanting time with my bestie since she'll be at the beach all weekend. This only sucks because I've been doing a poor job exercising my individuality lately and caught myself leaning on her in a way that started to become unhealthy. Unhealthy in the sense that time with her was basically all I looked forward to because that time makes it easy for me to be myself and confront issues by talking to her about them. This weekend will be good though, it forces me to take some action for myself which is what I need. It's a good thing that in the recent past I have had some success being myself so I know what I'm looking for and I know how much it benefits my existence and relationships.

I don't like being someone without substance only able to echo back what people say to me. I want to be someone with thoughts and experiences I can openly express and find common ground with. I don't like being a drone.

I wish I could accept love more. Sometimes I stress out not being around her only because I feel like she is slipping away as my friend but that is my long held belief that everyone will leave me eventually. I know that if I could look at any relationship more realistically and realize some people aren't going anywhere, doing things on my own would be easier. I wouldn't be stuck thinking and worry about what I could be doing to make sure they stick around. I'd already know in my heart that they will.

9:11 PM

It's like my entire being wants me to sulk and sabotage everything. I'm drawn to put myself in bad positions, I think because as a child the good things I did didn't really get rewarded. I'd only get loving attention when something was wrong so that's still how I try to feed myself. It's a slow process accepting that it's much better to win affection in a constructive way rather than by tearing something down.

9:45 PM

It's time to go hard. I thought the exercises in my book seemed extreme because of their frequency but I have to try them. Its just so much but it's probably a good thing. I do have to go back and re-read a bit but I intend to follow the instructions to a tee because I have no better ideas. I'm hopeful I can brute force myself through this.

10:59 PM

Back to summarizing my day, I miss when I did it. It helped me remember and put into perspective the things I did.

This morning I played a little HOI4 while I made/ate leftover beef stew. I got to stream just about on time and did a nice warm up. I finished my friend's commission and then worked on another pic of mine.

I think it was during the stream that my bestie messaged me about how this guy she hooked up with didn't tell her he was with someone at the time and it's looking like he might have just used her for sex which is real shitty. I honestly struggle to remember too many details about this morning because I was thinking about this a lot today. I don't like that she had to learn this today and deal with the kinds of feelings that comes with. It really isn't fair that shitty people can take advantage of such wonderful individuals. I don't mean to sound white knight-ish but I truly do feel a sort of despair at this and I wish I could do something about it.

After stream I cleaned up some which consisted of folding my clothes, getting things out of the floor, and vacuuming a little bit. I also cleaned all the outside windows with this squeegee on a stick but it's falling apart so it didn't do a great job. I'll be getting my own to replace it.

I can't remember the stream I watched in the shower, I guess the shower in general was uneventful.

For lunch I made tuna spaghetti, my own personal recipe sort of. I unironically learned it from Henry's kitchen, just a can of tuna cooked with some angel hair pasta with some seasonings, mostly lemon pepper. I had strongly craved both tuna and pasta so that's why I made this, it's my second time doing it.

I cranked out another YCH despite having to get over a mental hurdle just to get started drawing anything. Apparently I did good because it sold for the autobuy price of $200 within a couple hours. I'm actually surprised and I think I'm learning what makes a good YCH. After that I worked a little bit more on that other drawing from this morning and a bit on my new world while spending time in my friend's server VC. I opened up a lot to him about my last bad trip getting high and my concerns regarding this weekend and myself in general. He got some words in too about his recent struggles. It felt good to open up like I did, especially to someone different. I think it's necessary for a healthy social life and I'd consider this an ounce of progress having been made.

I got in VR for a little bit and found this world straight out of an old barbie movie. The world was called "self reflect" so thats what I did. I laid down and enjoyed the scenery while trying to think about things a bit even though I've been trying to think about things less. It ended up being a good thing though because I was thinking about all the good things in my life and things I take for granted. I started to feel happy about a lot of things but I did have to exert effort to keep myself in that headspace. After a little bit, my other friend invited me to play Roblox so I joined him and his friends. It was a fun little time.

Dinner was chicken and fries as usual. I did some reading in my ACT book, jerked off, and now I'm about ready for bed.

[vicxy]

Pick a Card Reading: Choose a Code Geass Character ☕️

Hello everyone! Welcome back to my latest PAC! In this one, I would like to help you guys know more about your spirit guides, so the topic of this PAC will be: What are some traits of your spirit guide(s) and what do they wish to help you with? Before we start, I would like to thank the people who leave feedback in the replies, it really helps me understand my own intuition better and gives me motivation to make more! Thank you :) (this is also to celebrate 1k followers lol)

Choose the pile(s) you are drawn to, happy reading!

☾ Pile 1: Lelouch vi Britannia

Hello pile one! I saw a beachball and perfume for this pile so maybe you guys can take that as an indicator. Zodiac energies here: A lot of Fire, Cancer, Moon, and Mars energy here. For this pile, I see that some of you have spirit guides who are very driven and hardworking, they might be very encouraging toward your work (even if you don't feel it) They might have slight motherly energy as well, they could worry over you a lot. Some of you could also have spirit guides who are more toward the fiery and passionate side, they could like to help you with your goals and ambitions. I also think they could be quite friendly with you, if you communicate with them. They could also be here to help some of you realise your self worth, they might especially like to make you / see you happy. Lastly, they could have a good sense of humour, they might send you messages through comical methods, and they could be cheerful and bubbly. What they're here to help you with: Some of you could be overthinkers and worry a lot, perhaps escapists as well. Your spirit guides are here to help you face your problems directly. For some of you, I think you have some problems at home perhaps? Maybe disharmony of your life of some sort and they are here to help you with that. Maybe you are in separation with a close one? Lastly, for some of you, they will help you with your spiritual abilities, especially your intuition.

☾ Pile 2: C2

Hello pile 2! Zodiac energies here: Water, Venus, Cancer, Moon, Fire, Sagittarius, Sun, and Leo energy. For some of you here, your spirit guide might have more feminine energy, and might be more "earthy" as well. They're probably quite grounded, and they were a hard worker. Now they are independent and I get the feeling you can rely on them a lot. They take care of you a lot too. They could also create opportunities for you? Some of you guys don't see it though. Lastly, they could be good at solving conflicts and finding balance in things. What they want to help you with: Some of you here can be very stubborn and might have controlling tendencies. They want to help you unlearn that. Just like pile 1, the spirit guides in this path also wish to help you in spirituality, maybe some of you are tarot readers etc. Lastly, they want to help you align your goals, some of you here might have been unmotivated and just wandering around recently.

☾ Pile 3: Cornelia Li Britannia

Hello pile 3! Zodiac energies here: Water, Pisces, Saturn, Aries, Fire, Venus, Sun energy. For a lot of you your spirit guide is very wise, they are very knowledgeable and introspective. Perhaps a little sensitive and motherly as well. For some of you your spirit guide could be very affectionate and warm, they could be very positive and try to make you feel better if you're upset. Lastly, they are good listeners and might be very creative. They are also nurturing and will always look out for whether you are taking care of yourself. Gentle as well. What they want to help you with: For this pile I am seeing that some of you are holding on to something, unable to let go and it is causing you a lot of pain and anguish. Spirit wants to help you let go and focus on other areas of life so you can move on. Some of you could be very artistic and once had some form of art as a hobby? Maybe you dropped it (or you didn't) but spirit is saying to let your creative juices flow. Maybe some of you can even make a business out of your art. Lastly, some of you are putting other's needs above your own and neglecting yourself. Shouldering other's burdens is fine to a certain extent but what about your own? Spirit wants you go be mindful of your own needs and love yourself more.

Alright that's all I have for today, I hope you guys enjoyed reading! Lmk if it resonated, I'm worried about this one because I did it when I was like half asleep. Thank you to all who read, good day! 💗🌼🌻✨

[atomicfilm]

INTJ pairings

I'll make this into a fun short "put you in my pocket and take you `to my mom's Thanksgiving party" version too.

I'm not an INTJ, but I do converse with them (and by them, I mean maybe 3 total and 1 regularly) and I've been asked to talk about my thoughts on this, so for tonight only, I'm giving myself a really cool sash that says I'm an authority on the subject. I also think as an INTP I run into somewhat similar issues with certain types.

* means I like this pairing.

Typically, the INTJ's golden pair is the ENFP. I think that works for some people, but is probably a kind of short-lasting passionate fling rather than the ideal pairing. ENFPs are great people, they're lots of fun to be around, they care a great deal. They bring out the INTJ's soft side, which they may hate but they secretly quite admire. But ultimately, ENFPs can be flaky. They see something new and exciting and they move on. Novelty is the greatest motivator in a lot of ENFPs. New friends, new places, new things to do. And while the INTJ may deeply admire that and may find it quite exciting, it's not going to last forever. Eventually, the INTJ will become tired of playing games and want to settle into their ideal lifestyle pursuing their carefully strategized goals and the ENFP will become bored. The INTJ I speak to and I have the same issue, which is that ENFPs by nature are manipulative. It can be used for the good of inspiring people and bringing them together, but it can also become quite selfish and unstable. This leads to the ENFP saying things like "You try to apply logic to everything" or "you don't really respect me" or something like that when in reality, if someone loves an INTJ they'll love that they apply logic to everything and they'll love their snarky edges.

INFPs. I have not heard a lot of feedback about them as I think INTJs tend to be drawn more to extraverts. But as someone who spends quite a lot of time with INFPs, I would imagine that a lot of INTJs who can't make it work with ENFPs can also not make it work with INFPs. Once again, INFPs are great at engaging our minds but they are terrible at accepting that we live by rationality. INTJs use Fi a little bit, so to some extent they'll have similar engagements with their emotional side, but INFPs live by thinking "what can I do to nurture myself" and INTJs live more by "how can I best mold the world to fit my vision of efficiency". You'll see the commonality of Fi at the worst point possible when the INTJ is breaking down. INFPs kind of never stop using Fi and as someone who is thinking-dominant, that is almost impossible for communication. Ultimately, they'll eventually hit a point where their love languages and ways of interactions may be so disparate that they feel neglected.

ENTPs **. This is a golden pair that I can kind of get behind. The INxJs I know are obsessed with ENTPs and tend to think they're quite attractive. They're not only gregarious (when they're not arguing) but they're also quite intellectually stimulating and since they have opposite functions from the INTJ, there is still quite a bit of difference to make it fun. There shouldn't be too many emotional issues, aside from the fact that both these types tend to bottle up their emotions and resent vulnerabilities. The ENTP will probably be the more caring of the two in a conventional sense, but I would think both would have similar love languages of caring both through action and thought. ENTPs also tend to not be quite as flaky as a lot of xNxPs are, but, I would rate both of these types as highly likely to ghost. My best advice is that if you want to be around ENTPs, pick one who can be honest about their real values and whose values align with yours. If they make a lot of bigoted jokes, take that at face value, no matter how "ironic" it is. ENTPs can be a little fake in the sense that they will blend in just enough and hide behind so-called irony to be friends with a lot of different people.

INTPs. I don't really see it. I think INTPs are lovely as an INTP who likes other INTPs. Likewise, I enjoy a good conversation and friendship with an INTJ. But I find it not only difficult to tolerate relationships but also being told what to do. I make every decision in a relationship as a compromise and I think that would eventually quite interfere with the INTJ's ambitions because I wouldn't back down on mine...at least, not without resentment. So perhaps an INTJ and INTP with similar life goals could work out romantically, but personally, I view them as platonic and the one time I liked an INTJ it ended beyond poorly. I don't bring out their softness and they don't bring out mine. We're more like buddies who complain about other people when we do the entire group project by ourselves. Of course, romantic preference is a preference.

ENTJs. When has it ever worked out for someone to date their sister-type? Name one time! If someone names one time I'll update this. I think an ENTJ and an INTJ would be quite an argumentative couple even if they were on the same side about everything. Then again, INTJs do admire extraversion and it is always nice to be around people you don't have to explain yourself to every sentence.

INFJs ****. Oh, I like this pairing. I have not heard much about it, but I think it would be really cute. INTJs are complete badasses. They're very "I'm going to take over the world and you're just going to have to deal with it. And if you say no I will secretly cry". INFJs are very "I'm going to do everything in my power to heal everyone and the world and I am probably crying because I saw a baby bunny". INFJs are The Best! They have the softness of ENFPs but they're logical and they use Ni like INTJs but have Fe, which means they are thinking about harmony 24/7 and not that Fi-version of harmony. That genuine "I will make sure everyone is cared for at no social benefit to me" kind of harmony. They do socialize with a lot of people, but INTJs sometimes like to be social and party, they just aren't typically regarded that way. Do Fe and Fi mix that well? Maybe not. But as an Fe user who is quite fond of INFJs, I think they could potentially be a very cute power couple with the INTJ and there would be fewer issues with communication than other types as Ni-doms (but this also might be boring at the same time).

ENFJs. Similar to INFJs. They might work together a little less simply because of the change in function positions.

ESFPs *. Do I know for sure that this is a good pairing? No! But gosh, do I like it. INTJs become ESFP-like when they're sad. So, you know, maybe the ESFP will draw out the worst version of the INTJ and that could really suck. But this is the perfect little theatre kid dates total nerd trope and I like that. ESFPs have the social circle that the INTJ desires and the INTJ has the "got their shit together" vibes that ESFPs, despite being quite talented and successful, may lack. They both have skills one another can benefit strongly from, but it may come at the cost of a lot of arguments. Not sure. But I think this is actually my personal favorite since they have near-opposite strengths but a common reason to respect one another.

ISFPs: Pft. Idk. This is not the same as ESFPs. ISFPs are lovely but they sort of fill the same niche that INFPs do. Perfect for an INTP like me, but I don't think INTJs are looking for the quiet, artsy, weirdo so much because they already often fill that niche to some extent, even if it's more technical. I've noticed that INxJs really want to be around people who are the life of the party and very socially dominant (and ISFPs can fulfill that role, but there are other types who win via extraversion). The ISFP will likewise appreciate a little practicality, but I've noticed they're more likely to gravitate towards other xxFPs. Probably a better friendship and as a relationship would take more effort.

ESTPs: I think this one comes with its own difficulties and will work less than ENTP/ESFP pairings. This is because while they can have the same charisma that ENTP and ESFPs have, they can also have that same fakeness as a defense mechanism. Both will value action but the ESTP will probably drain out the INTJ more than ENTPs will (who are more ambiverts) and more than ESFPs too. With ESFPs, there's a good amount of the right kind of opposites. INTJs are action-driven, but they're strategic and take a while. ESFPs are action-driven, but they're more spontaneous. And ultimately, that leads to a lot of arguments about how to get things done. Whereas, the ESFP and ENTP might give the INTJ complete room to "manage", the ESTP seems less likely to do so.

ISTPs: This would be so stale. INTJs tend to show big emotions (to their own despise) when they're upset and ISTPs love to ghost at any sign of emotion. They would dip so fast. Top-tier friendship on an intellectual level but never particularly deep and unlikely, albeit not impossible to evolve into a relationship. Same issues as with INTPs, there's going to be a lot of admiration and probably not a lot of emotional attachment. I have witnessed an INTJ have a crush on an ISTP but that ISTP had a crush on me so that tells you how that went. Messy business. 

ESTJ: Yeah, I guess. I don't like ESTJs as a general concept but I suppose INTJs aren't necessarily as opposed to capitalism and tradition. Sounds dry. Next.

ISTJ *: This is probably a really solid pairing for the INTJ. Very marriage material, have the same job, raise cool kids. But I think that sounds boring. So if you want the "perfect life", this is probably a good type for you but I couldn't do that. You would probably only have minor arguments and the INTJ would have to learn to trust that ISTJs are incredibly good at reading situations while the ISTJ would have to learn to love that the INTJ is more fantasy-oriented than they are. Odd, right? Ultimately, you have two people who can be very commitment-oriented, who care for people the same way, who want to fix society, who analyze everything. You just have two generally different ways of doing that, where the ISTJ is probably actually better at being in society and the INTJ wants to change it in more drastic ways (although, for moral reasons they both want to change it).

ISFJ: I don't imagine it working particularly well. I honestly can barely imagine it at all. An ISFJ is my best friend and he is THE MOST gentle buddy. You cannot make fun of him even playfully and keep the friendship. Probably a deal-breaker for a lot of INTJs as they tend to love a good tease. My ISFJ has dated an INTJ before and while they’re still friends, it was a bad experience to witness all around. INTJs are very competitive and ISFJs are very open with their affection so that ran into issues but also, the ISFJ is not as likely to stand up for itself in a way that INTJs easily respect, which is to say, when they do it it will be something like “hey, you hurt my feelings” and if you’re the kind of person to  respond “then you’re too sensitive” you’ve got a whole ass toxic relationship on your hands. 

ESFJ: I think this could work a little better than the ISFJ pairing and a little worse than with the ESFP. Of course, there are general grounds for arguing over emotion vs. logic, but both types can have quite a good bit of talent and practicality coexisting. ESFJs tend to be a little better with criticisms (although they are still sensitive and should be treated very gently too) and they're more likely to want to accomplish goals that the INTJ finds easier to respect. For a lot of ISFJs, their goals are sweet and simple like raising a family, working as a computer scientist. The ESFJ might be a little more oriented towards large goals similar to that of the ESFP, which is more of the category that INTJs tend to fall into. However, the INTJ is going to have to accept that ESFJs love a LOT which means throwing a LOT of parties, probably the most out of any type and its probably going to lead to some burnouts. 

Overall, INTJs are great but need to learn to practice kindness and put their natural tendency for intellectual superiority aside. They shouldn't be with anyone that doesn't want to accomplish things they can respect. They shouldn't be with people who want them to compromise too much (they probably won't). They should be with people who bring out their nurturing capabilities and who they want to do things for, but not people that they see as incapable of taking care of themselves. They may prefer more social people and admire people who can network while being direct and genuine. Based on these criteria, INFJs and ENTPs are my highest recommendations while ESFPs (my favorite) and ISTJs also make the list for various reasons.

BUT, that being said, RELATIONSHIPS (including friendships) ARE A SKILL. They are most successful when someone becomes good at learning respect and compromise that doesn't cause resentment, regardless of type. All individuals will have different specific interests as well as red flags. And if you need me to tell you if your relationship works, it probably doesn't and you can DM me.