#no beverage whatsoever

[so-many-ocs]

practical writing advice part 2

part 1

get used to carrying a notebook around with you. or get used to writing on your phone. you will not always have access to your computer, but it’s much easier to take something compact with you to quickly jot down ideas. also i have chronic illness and sometimes my bones feel like lead and going upstairs to get my laptop is a herculean task, BUT i can write on my phone lying down instead of just scrolling through my camera roll and being miserable. which brings me to my next point:

if you have to choose between writing unconventionally or even unproductively and not writing at all, choose the writing. i’ve said before not to create a habit of writing in bed, but if it comes down to writing in bed or not writing whatsoever, i’ll write in bed. i just try to stretch before and after (which you should also do!!!).

you’re not wasting time or being silly by making playlists or moodboards or memes of your characters and environments. having fun with your stories outside of writing them is a good way to stay motivated.

i like to stop my writing sessions in a place where i know exactly what i want to write next, so when i pick back up i won’t be left hemming and hawing over where to begin. HOWEVER, if you’re absolutely locked in, don’t interrupt that flow state. it’ll be harder to find it again later—instead, wait until you find a natural place to stop where you haven’t run out of ideas.

“why do i have a headache 3 hours into my writing session?” because the last time you had a sip of water was 4 hours ago, you dingus! keep your drinks near your workspace while you write. and i do mean, like, a full bottle of water at least. if you’re like me, things stop existing when they leave your line of sight, so keep these beverages where you can see them and refill during bathroom breaks.

uhhh try not to think negatively about your writing while you’re doing it because when i do that i just get bummed out. “this scene is terrible” -> “oh yeah fuck it up oh yeah fuck it up” (positive reframing)

ok thanks bye

[otkuhotgirl]

─── 𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐒 .

# with black leg sanji.

returning earlier from the crew’s usual strolling through the newest island, you’re startled to witness sanji viciously lapping his tongue at a stolen tangerine. pitying his position, you allow him to have a taste of the real thing.

⎰ & afab!reader. smut (mdni!). oral. slightly sub!sanji. he eats you out like he’s starving. no y/n used.

W.C: 3K

when you decided to announce an early retreat to the sunny, much too dizzy to withstand the island’s scalding heat and deciding the most suitable course of action would be to seclude yourself within the cooler walls of the ship, the last thing you had expected was to find sanji in such a compromising position.

minutes previous to that encounter, you were quite frustrated. the shore town was a beating heart of commerce and people, filled with opportunities to find useful acquisitions to oneself. you were looking forward to a shopping-filled afternoon; to observe nami’s wits in action — her bargaining that was nothing but diplomatic theft — and listen to chopper’s ramblings about the books he managed to find. of course, the midday sun and its ruthless warmth had ruined it all, meaning that a day of privacy with sanji was the second best thing.

he had been the one assigned to watch the ship while the rest of the crew explored the town. considering the high temperature and his never-ending will to be of use, you had no doubt that the cook could be found in the kitchen, slicing up fruits to prepare delicious cocktails. hence why you followed the scent of tangerines, growing slightly puzzled. he was one brave man — or a suicidal one, you could not quite decide — for picking up nami’s tangerines when she was not around.

you should have knocked, truly. it was a mistake not to have done so. but you hadn’t cared much for courtesies whatsoever, eager for a refreshing beverage and perhaps the chance to share a pleasant conversation with the cook.

upon entering the kitchen, you were expecting to be met with ice and diced fruit, yes, but not under those circumstances.

half a tangerine was placed on the counter, as well as a glass cup with a singular and melting cube of ice. sanji busied himself with the other half of the fruit, swirling his tongue around the middle, his chin dripping with its juice, which caused you to clench around nothing; your legs forcing together as you observed the scene without a word.

after hearing the opened door, sanji froze in place, moving his head to catch a glimpse of the intruder as though he was experiencing the most terrifying seconds of his life. his shoulders slumped with a temporary sense of relief as he noticed your figure, before his entire frame threatened to burst up in flames out of embarrassment.

you cleared your throat, forcing a rough snicker in an attempt to lighten the shared atmosphere. then, finding yourself a seat, you grabbed the tangerine with one hand, placing the other on your chin. “having fun?”

although not aflame, sanji was as red as that one clown-pirate’s nose, averting eye contact as he placed the tangerine on the sink and searched for a cigarette. it became clearer that he had no courage to meet your eyes, stressing over the consequences of that endeavor. your glance, however, was tethered to the positioning of his fingers above his half of the tangerine, noticing polished and short nails, the well maintained hands, for a cook of his caliber could not indulge in carelessness.

the saliva sent to your dried throat was a fuel to a forest fire, rather than a soothing rain to a desert. your treacherous mind flashed sinful scenarios of those fingers. your juices of pleasure tainting them, warmth enveloping its skin as he curled them close to your sweetest spot before shoving his fingers into his mouth, loyal to his personal code of never wasting any food—

“pearl of my life,” he began at last, sounding a bit hesitant, yet calmer. “i can explain.”

sanji’s voice grew rougher due to the cigarette between his lips. inhaled nicotine that traveled past his vocal chords to settle on his lungs before he expelled them through his nostrils. you found yourself at a loss for words, wondering how one could differentiate the intonation of desire from the consequential coarseness of smoking. was there even a difference? oh, how desperately you wished to find out.

the cook seemed to have misinterpreted your silence, all of the sudden growing anxious, searching for a lighter despite not having finished his first cigarette just yet. luckily, for the both of you, the oven filled in the gaps with a repetitive beep, informing that the dish he had prepared was set to be served.

the scent of one of your most favored desserts danced around the talons of smoke from sanji’s unfinished cigarette. he smashed the tip of it against the ashtray, and hid his hands from your luscious eyes with the kitchen gloves. sanji had to bend to remove the sweet treat from the oven, offering you a clear sight of his butt and the powerful muscles of his thighs, strained against the fabric of his pants. as if hypnotized, you observed, with a certain hunger — for both the dish and the cook — as he then moved towards the counter.

sanji, at last, faced you. “a bargain, mon sirène.”

you raised an eyebrow with an expression of pure confusion, having your next words swallowed by hushed explanations as sanji’s composure crumbled, no longer bearing the weight of your silence. he knelt and encapsulated your hand with his, assuming a pleading tone.

“i thought i’d have a tad more time for myself, you see. at first, i was merely preparing you something sweet, planning to welcome you back with the luxury you deserved, but then my thoughts trailed entirely to you—”

sanji cleared his throat, the gears of his mind turning as he searched for a better explanation. “we’re discovering more of the new world, and oh, my golden star of the open seas, not a thing will ever be able to diminish your brightness and influence over my beating heart—”

“sanji,” you voiced softly.

“but, you see, what if a lady ever so happens to reciprocate my passion and desires? how could i live up to what she deserves? by training, of course—”

“sanji.”

“and oh, well, i meant to prepare tangerine cocktails to ignore those thoughts. but the fruit does resemble a woman’s intimacy—”

“sanji.”

“or so i heard. from zeff. i never had the honor of verifying it myself—”

“sanji!” you interrupted his ramblings, caging his face with your hands, not at all surprised by the high temperature of his skin.

the cook was a passionate man, with a heart that had been dipped in molten gold; filled with nothing but love and the urge to please. but you hadn’t fallen prey to fantasies of his embrace due to bashful flirting, well-pondered gifts and delicious dishes. though those were of aid, sanji, while clueless, managed to become the center of your affection because of his endless kindness, the infinite will to help those in need, those alluring and prestative eyes that never failed to brighten up in your presence.

processing his previous words, and the reasoning behind the decision to train his tongue with a fruit, you felt as though a sharp blade toyed with the fragile skin of your heart. the mere thought of witnessing his care delivered to someone else — a stranger at that — was both vexing and painful. for a second, under the burning and expectation-filled glance of his, you struggled to maintain your thoughts linear. what was needed for him to keep his attention focused on you, and you alone? the answer came with such easiness that you felt a bit ashamed.

sanji squeezed your hand, as if to tether your mind to the instance at hand. with a clear of your throat, you offered him a sympathetic glance.

“i’m not zoro,” you told him, aiming for a reassuring tone. “embarrassing you for the sake of having the last word isn’t something i’m interested in. if you want me to keep this interaction a secret, i will. no bargaining needed.”

he observed you as if the moon was kept in a pendant wrapped around your neck. for a second, your very name escaped from your mind.

“i have always known that you were as kind and merciful as a heaven sent angel. i’ll make sure to return the favor.”

oh! you were surprised that he caught on your desires. sanji was observant, but you were obstinate to a fault and thought that your behavior had been one of composure. well! at least you wouldn’t have to take the first step. he’d be the one to slide down the material of your shorts and panties and guide your hand to his blonde hair and—

sanji got up and moved towards the dessert, scanning the kitchen for the scarce fine cutlery in order to serve the sweet with a noble-worthy decoration. you shoved the revolt that surged due to the distance, mouth agape in both embarrassment and bewilderment. without a second thought or an ounce of patience, you gathered up the courage to act.

“you know, sanji,” you hummed. his sudden straightened posture made you feel a bit wicked, for he behaved as though a deer caught in the woods at the intonation shift of your voice. “if you wanted to practice, you could’ve asked me.”

the cherries he was carefully piling up on the plate crumbled like a house of cards. his nervousness was palpable. sanji turned his head towards your figure, face adorned with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

“mockery isn’t a kind act, my seastar,” he said, voice strained. “but i would have forgiven you for committing even the most violent crimes.”

you blinked, straightening your posture. a bit disheartened, for he seemed unable to believe that you were capable of nurturing a genuine desire for him.

“sanji, i mean it. it would be my pleasure,” literally.

sanji shifted his entire body, facing you with certain hesitation. his adam’s apple bobbed up and down as his glance trailed to your lips; then to your breasts; then glued to your crossed legs. his pupils dilated.

with careful steps, as if fearing that a sudden move would tear him from what he believed to be a dream, sanji approached you. the cook breathed in, trembling with nitid nervousness and excitement.

“how do we—should i kneel? i don’t—”

somehow, both his innocence and lack of experience managed to soothe your own nerves. although sanji seemed a wreck, your confidence grew as you tapped a finger on the dining table.

“would you mind if i sat on it?”

he flushed immediately. “what?”

sanji then noticed his error, clearing his throat and gripping a fistful of his hair with an apologetic expression, almost as if expecting a reprimand.

you merely smiled instead. “i can sit on your ‘it’ later, but you should learn the basics first.”

he nodded with fervor, observing with certain desperation as you sat on the edge of the dining table, parting your legs with ease; beckoning him closer.

sanji remained glued in place as though a statue, stunned to a fault. “would you get on your knees for me?”

his reaction was immediate, and the sound of his bones meeting the wooden surface of the ground made you wince for his sake. if the impact caused him pain, sanji didn’t express it. instead, he crawled closer, his breath fanning above your thighs.

“don’t feel forced to do it,” he stuttered at last, offering you the chance to halt.

“this is the part where you remove my shorts,” you instructed instead, and his fingers eagerly worked to unbutton the piece of clothing.

with a raise of your hips, you aided him in the task at hand, watching sanji drool at the sight of your drenched panties. it was endearing, but the lack of contact was maddening.

“you’re allowed to touch me.”

“where?”

“everywhere.”

he placed a careful hand on your thigh. with a groan, your fingers encouraged him to squeeze the tender flesh, and so he did. sanji approached your clothed cunt, his hot breath fanning above the sensible spot. you shivered in anticipation, gripping the blonde locks of his hair with non-thought strength.

before you managed to apologize for the harshness, sanji moaned, latching his mouth to your core. his tongue lapped at it as though a beast, carrying nothing but desperation, with no regards for the piece of cloth that separated you both. you let out a yelp of surprise, breathing heavily at the contact.

“sanji,” you whined, pressing his nose to your folds. “the p-panties.”

he understood it well enough, moving his face afar, nimble fingers tugging on the straps. you raised your hips to help him, and watched as sanji sniffed the material before shoving it inside his back pocket.

sanji trailed his eyes to your cunt. a broken whimper tore through his throat. “where is it?”

“what?”

he flushed, pressing one of his fingers at your slick entrance. you shuddered, and his face inched closer, a temptative kiss pressed to your middle. sanji’s visible eye caught on whatever he seemed to be searching, and his tongue followed-in-suit. he circled the muscle around your clit, slowly, as if testing out the waters.

you tugged on his hair. “faster. use your fingers as well.”

he hummed, sending a wave of vibrations through your core. an involuntary noise escaped your lips once sanji inserted two of his fingers inside. removing your hand from the one he had above your thigh, you gripped his wrist, correcting the angle.

“it’ll hurt less for you,” you explained, and sanji hadn’t even answered, too lost on your pussy to pay your words any mind. he was reacting to your instructions due to mere instinct.

sanji’s lips closed around your bud, sucking on it before he used his tongue to lap at your folds, moving it up and down. you arched your back, controlling the speed of his wrist until sanji caught on it himself, dominating the field.

as he moved his jaw, you felt the roughness of his goatee caressing your warm flesh. “scissor it.”

he obliged, alternating his movements. sanji removed his fingers until the nails, only to insert them again with your desired speed. he curled them inside, exploring your intimacy with his touch while he busied his mouth with your clit and folds.

the hand once placed on his wrist returned to the counter’s edge. you gripped it without much thought, eyes trailed to sanji’s face in between your legs. he interlocked his free fingers with yours, pressing open-mouthed kisses to your palm — aching due to your previous grip —, coating your hand with saliva as well. your juices dripped down his chin and glistened on his nose.

“don’t hurt yourself, bien-aimée,” sanji whispered, tears of glee pooling in his pleasure-wide eyes. “hurt me instead.”

you opened your mouth to retort, but the protest melted into a broken moan as sanji spat on your cunt, replacing the fingers inside with his tongue. he whimpered at the taste; his thumb drew circles around your clit, while the longer fingers busied themselves with your folds.

your legs trembled, and your fingers tightened on his hair. sanji’s mewl of pleasure lost itself within your cunt, his thumb pressing harder on your clit as he plunged his tongue deeper, angling his head as if he was trying to devour you.

“l-left,” you told him through a broken moan, seeing stars when his tongue managed to reach a particularly sweet spot.

you felt the built pressure that indicated the nearing of release. sanji parted his face from your cunt for the briefest of moments. softly, as if handling a luxurious and delicate piece of golden cluttery, sanji grabbed a fistful of your thighs with both of his hands, dragging your body closer. your back met the wooden surface of the dining table, and before you managed to ground yourself, sanji had guided your fingers back to his scalp, allowing you to force his face into your pussy.

two fingers stretched you as he bit on your clit, soothing it with his tongue afterwards. you arched your back against the table, toes curling with pleasure.

“so good,” sanji moaned with desperation, his voice mingling with the wet sound of his fingers working on your cunt.

you felt him hump against nothing, nose teasing your folds, and kicked his sides meekly, searching for his dick. sanji caressed your ankle before guiding it to rest on his shoulder.

“ma belle,” he mumbled, kissing your leg, dragging your essence through your skin. “don’t worry about me.”

he fastened his pace, sucking on your inner thigh as his fingers led you to the heavens. you saw stars. your eyes rolled and your mouth parted to give way to a scream, yet your voice failed. somewhere amidst that cloud of pleasure, you caught the sight of his figure towering over your own, one hand grabbing your breast as he pressed his lips against yours. sanji’s tongue invaded your mouth and the taste of your essence, combined with the movement of his fingers, led you to the edge.

your climax came accompanied by a broken moan, diligently muffled by sanji. again, he knelt, removing his fingers lick at your leaking hole, swallowing as much of your cum as he could. you squirmed due to the overstimulation, tugging on his hair to force his face away from your cunt.

“too much,” you whispered, observing the ceiling while coming off from your high.

sanji’s clean fingers caressed your cheek, and he supported your weight once you gathered the will to sit. he pressed loving kisses to your neck, mumbling compliments against the skin. your eyes landed on his softening cock, the wet patch indicating that he came undone.

you tugged at the waistband of his pants, beckoning him closer. your fingers toyed with the zipper, and sanji shivered, his hand trembling where it laid above your hip.

“there’s no need to repay me, mrs. princess,” sanji voice out softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “it was enough a pleasure to get to touch you, and your dessert—”

“i want it,” you interrupted, grinning with newfound confidence. “and besides, it’s your turn to teach me, isn’t it?”

sanji had to resort to a tangerine before tasting the real thing. luckily for the bananas, you managed to dodge the same fate.

— 🐈‍⬛ : this was actually supposed to be about teaching him how to kiss. and then i had ten tangerines for dinner and thought “waiiiiit it does look like a pussy” and boom, 3k words. i ended it with humor because i need to be funny at all times, otherwise i die. it’s a medical condition!

[yeah-yeah-beebiss-1]

Heyy, you mentioned in some tags that accepting denny's did years of damage, could you elaborate on that?

back in the early/mid-2010s, denny’s did a lot of marketing on tumblr and was basically a prototype of the Quirky Relatable Brand shit you see all over twitter these days: staying on top of all the trendy memes, making #relatable jokes, generally being extremely “how do you do fellow kids” (but in such a way that the people running it were clearly pretty familiar with the site’s culture)

people on tumblr embraced it because that sort of online brand marketing wasn’t quite as ubiquitous at that point, and even if it was cringe, mid-2010s tumblr in general was pretty cringe (affectionate)

the success of denny’s on tumblr led other brands to try doing the same sort of shit on other platforms (the wendy’s twitter was a big one), and before we know it, we had marketing interns making obnoxious clapbacks, circlejerking each other, and aping depression to hawk fruit beverages

like how the Great Porn Ban caused a lot of the more obnoxious tumblr people to move over to twitter in late 2018, the brand marketing shit generally died down on tumblr as the ad agencies realized that the remaining userbase was there out of spite and generally not amenable to conventional internet marketing techniques

but now that everyone’s favorite techbro manchild seems hellbent on crashing twitter with no survivors, advertisers are getting skittish about twitter and will likely start testing the waters on other platforms - if/when they start posting on tumblr again, it’s important that people do not engage in any way whatsoever (even if it’s ridicule or silencebrand.jpg or kung pow penis) if we don’t want this sort of thing to happen again

[konigsblog]

younger boyfriend soap who holds you down and keeps you into place as he lets ghost rape you :(

tw/cw; age difference/gap, rape/non-con, dark fiction, afab!f!reader, intoxication, drugging.

pairing: older-boyfriend!ghost x younger-girlfriend! reader x younger-boyfriend!soap.🩸

photo credits: @ave661

DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT. MDNI 18+

simon is the one that comes up with these depraved and horrific plans, while johnny follows along obediently, excited to be included in brutalising you.

they drugged you by slipping a little something special into your drink. you didn't suspect a thing whatsoever. you trusted both simon and johnny with your entire heart, too trustworthy and sweet for your own good. your eyelids became heavy with fatigue and weakness, your body limp and your cunt drooling with the aphrodisiac they slid into your beverage.

you passed out against simon's shoulder only to be carried to the bedroom, your wrists held above your head by johnny who admired your peacefulness—the peace they would disrupt with their selfishness and perverseness. you whimpered and shook violently, awoken to the rough and brutal feeling of simon raping your drugged body. you were far too weak to fight simon off, the older male getting off to the tightness and the warmth of your sweet cunny.

you arched your back and cried out softly and pitifully, your sounds hushed and stifled with johnny shoving his thick fingers down your throat, a cruel grin was plastered on his face as he carried out his assault, his bright eyes flickering between yours and the bloody, slick mess left between your thighs created by simon.

you trusted and cared for johnny and simon too much to leave them. their manipulation techniques always worked on you, leaving you as their little sex doll.

[gremlinmodetweeker]

TF 141 and their Morning Drink Preferences

TF 141 Dump

TF 141 Headcanons

Ghost:

Obvious tea drinker

Or is it that obvious?

Painfully British of the whole lot of them

Will only drink black teas, absolutely despises herbal, green or rooibos teas

Of the black teas avoids anything floral because he thinks it’s a bit too frilly for his palette

Never adds sugar to teas, says it ruins the flavor

Will add milk to help cool a tea, but only just slightly

Claims drinking a freshly made cup of tea on a hot summer day helps cool him down

How this works is beyond me, but he claims it anyways

Thinks adding cream is a vile concept and anyone who does so should be interrogated by the CIA

Soap

He’ll drink a cup of tea with Ghost, but he’s really more of a coffee person

Prefers medium roast with a heavy serving of cream

He can’t stand adding milk, but will use it if there’s nothing else

Adds sugar when he gets a chance

Despises sweeteners and will make little digs at anyone who does use sweetener, usually citing health reasons

Don’t try arguing that adding two spoons of sugar is just as bad, he won’t hear it

As for tea he prefers rooibos, which drives Ghost up the wall

Is down for anything, really

Gaz

Doesn’t like hot beverages

Prefers either a cool glass of water or juice

Does not understand caffeine addiction whatsoever

Claims the drinks are healthier and more refreshing

People just think he’s incredibly dehydrated in the morning

Will take orange juice from concentrate without batting an eye, but really enjoys more exotic juices if he can get his hands on them

When stationed in foreign countries he’ll try juices made from native fruits

Really likes cactus and mango juice, but is not opposed to papaya

Dislikes southern lemonade with a passion, claims it’s far too sweet

Is surprisingly peppy in the morning despite only drinking juice

Roach

Whatever’s there will work

However, he tends to prefer teas

He’s especially fond of green teas

He goes on about how healthy they are for the mind and body

Also will go on about how easy they are to transport and keeps a small sachet of matcha powder (the cheap stuff) on him to prove his point

He thinks Ghost is a snob and should just get over himself

Has tried to sway the others, but they all tell him matcha tastes like grass

He thinks they’re all idiots

Price

Coffee only

Does not fuss over his coffee whatsoever

Whatever’s in the canteen will do

His one gripe is adding cream or sugar

He will only take his coffee black

Some have tried to win him over with coffees made with cream/milk/sugar, and he’ll be polite enough to drink them and thank them, but he really doesn’t like it too much

He will tell them to not fuss too much if they get him another coffee so they don’t do it again

Cannot stand people whining about how they take their coffee and how the military doesn’t give out the good stuff

He just considers them weak whiners

This includes Ghost when he complains about not having enough black tea in the canteen

Price glad to say it to his face

He could not care less about age or temperature

He’ll pull a day-old cup straight out of the fridge and down it like there’s no tomorrow

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[kr-han]

HiGH&LOW Random Fun Facts That You May Not Know

Disclaimer: SWORD only and the list is so random, so bear with me.

Cobra loves cupcakes, he probably has sweet tooth.

Cobra styles his hair according to his mood (not like bad or good but more like he's fired up enough or not).

Cobra has A LOT of red clothing. His real name is Hino Junpei (緋野盾兵) and the first character which is 緋 can also be read as aka which means red or scarlet.

He loves Antonio Inoki (a pro-wrestler) so much and make it his whole personality (including his red scarf).

When Cobra is drunk, he would shout, "Inoki-san, genki desuka!?". In MUGEN era, he would do it with Kohaku for the rest of the night.

Cobra admires Kohaku so much because he thinks Kohaku resembles Antonio Inoki.

Cobra has small appetite not even 1/10 of Yamato's. But he eats cupcakes.

Cobra can't draw.

Cobra didn't use sticker on LINE (the messanger).

Cobra and Yamato can't speak English. They're probably the type who'd say, "We're Japanese we don't need English!"

Yamato is afraid of cats. The reason is cat can get long.

Yamato's insult never sounds like one.

Noboru favorite food is sea cucumber. He's sea cucumber maniac.

According to Cobra Noboru type is a girl with glasses.

Dan on the other hand, can draw well. But he can't draw woman.

Rocky is a little clumsy, he forgot small things like key.

Hyuga always sleeps whenever there's no fighting nor something exciting to do.

Murayama loves corndog.

Murayama dislikes sharing his food.

G-SWORD's leaders alcohol tolerance: Cobra is rather low, Rocky is rather high, Murayama prefer to eat than drink (but according to Nakazono, Murayama didn't make any different when he's drinking or not), Hyuga prefer to sleep than anything else, and Smoky can't.

According to Kizzy, Rocky becomes a foolish/idiotic old man when he's drunk. Kizzy also said, "When he's drunk, he got no dignity whatsoever."

Murayama's favorite alcohol beverage is ryokucha-hai (which a combination of green tea and shochu. Might be wrong though, you can search: 緑茶ハイ).

Hyuga's favorite alcohol beverage is shochu.

When Oya part timer go to karaoke, they sing girl idols' songs.

Masaki do all the house chores in Amamiya's households from cleaning up to cooking.

Hiroto's favorite food is curry.

When Hiroto cooks, he only cooks curry.

Takeru is forgetful. Masaki has to remind him all the time. Hiroto? He waits to be petted by his aniki.

Kaito and Kizzy have a couple ring and they use it as necklace.

In HiGH&LOW The Movie, Kaito and Kizzy joined the fight but there's no single footage of them fighting. But they appeared before the fight and after the fight with some bruises.

From End of Sky to Final Mission, Cobra didn't wear his red scarf anymore.

Despite using his red scarf as a personality, Cobra didn't use it to fight beside for his character introduction scene in episode 1.

Ichigo Milk has been inviting Naomi to join them, but Naomi refuses due to Itokan. She wants to take care what's left by her brother.

Naomi can actually beat dudes.

Murayama keeps the strawberry bag from Oshiage and he uses it as a pillow.

Ice gave Sarah a teddy bear (and a necklace).

Ice can cook and according to Mighty Warriors' member, Ice's curry tasted like seafood when he uses zero seafood ingredients. Apparently, it matched the actor's fun fact: Elly's curry always tasted like he put seafood in it even when he's not.

There was once, Seki dressed up in sailor uniform for karaoke. Of course, they sing girl idols' songs.

Toutetsu brothers cook for Hyuga, but he sleeps almost all day long, so Katou needs to wake him up just to eat.

Ukyou cooks better than Sakyou.

Ukyou needs to separate Daruma's income into envelopes and hide them because if not, Hyuga would splurge the income into zero. Hyuga can't manage money.

Lala reads books for the kids in Mumeigai, and they literally have reading time with Lala.

Furuya has truck driver's license.

Murayama durability is top notch and it resemble his given name which is Yoshiki. His full name written like this 村山良樹 and Yoshiki (良樹) is consist of characters that mean good or skilled, and trees or wood. He's a skilled trees or wood, or whatever but that clearly means that his durability is on another level. That's why he could bear the 100 punches challenge and still fight back after that.

Hiroto and Smoky loves cat.

Murayama talked to a cat. (He's cat, but also puppy; whatever he's cute).

Murayama introduced Todoroki to Cobra in person.

Murayama has 4 vans' shoes and a pair of converse. (Haven't count how many jackets he has though, might count it when I rewatch).

At least, Tsukumo has been hit by the car twice. He should avoid getting near cars. No cars near him, please.

White Rascals' outfit are all white and it's hard to keep it clean. The visual line (Shimura, Bito, Aizawa, and Enari) has a hard time because they spend so much money for laundry and cleaning. Little did they know, Rocky actually could paid 80% of their cleaning cost. But Rocky didn't say it to them because he knows that they would be worried about how to pay Rocky back. (Rocky is so sweet). Probably the only guys that use this privilege only Koo and Kaito.

Rocky paid 100% of the girls' laundry and cleaning cost (including Kizzy).

Rocky's surname, Mutsugi, is actually a word play. It's written as 六ツ木 in Japanese. Which the character 六 can be read as mutsu (mu for short) or roku (ro for short) and it means six; ツ is a katakana for tsu and in hiragana it's written like this つ. When tsu is written small in between characters (it's called sokuon) like っ/ッ it purposes is to geminate the next character; and 木 is ki and it means tree. If we put them together and make the tsu as sokuon, we'll get 六ッ木 which read as ろっき in hiragana and ロッキ in katakana (both are rokki) we got his name, Rocky (ロッキー).

Source: rewatching the series and the movies over and over again so I can get into the useful but also useless facts, and the g-sword manga by CLAMP. If you want to read HiGH&LOW g-sword manga by CLAMP you can read HERE for English translation or DI SINI untuk translasi Bahasa Indonesia. Note: Might add more if I find or remember more. Also, I'm sorry there's too much Cobra, can't help though, I love him a little bit too much.

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[bethelighthalazia]

"Cry for me, little mouse"

Summary:  Somehow, you ended up in the hands of the one psycho who always slips through the grid. Though, it seems like he doesn't operate on his own.

Genre: angst, horror (?)

Pairing: psychopath!Yeosang x fem!reader

Additional Characters: Wooyoung

Word Count:  1203

Warnings: violence, blood, mentions of burying bodies, mention of murder, torture, mentions of mutilation, implication of reader being drugged, kidnapping

networks: @mirohs-aurora-society

notes: just a lil drabble when I couldn't sleep that turned into a oneshot :3 not proofread/beta´d

other links: n/a

© by bethelighthalazia. Do not repost, copy or translate. Unless stated otherwise, those works are mine and born from my own ideas. I don't have any claim on the mentioned real existing Idols whatsoever.

You could see the perfectly chiseled contour of his face, only lit by a soft lightsource as he's pulling back the arrow in his bow. His chest moving calmly, his bicep tense while he focuses on the target. Quiet, pleading whimpers echo through the room, yet the man in front of you doesn't seem bothered at all. With another exhale, he let go of the arrow, the bowstring caressing his cheek as he sent the arrow flying. With a quiet crack, splat and a thump, the arrowhead pierced through the obstacle before sticking in the target itself. Then, silence, only disturbed by the slow sounds of liquid dripping onto the wooden floor. 

Your eyes wide when you stared at the girl whose head got pierced right now, the arrow had hit exactly between the eyes, the blindfold ripped and fallen to the ground. “Ah, silence. Finally." He hummed softly, as if nothing had happened. At the sight in front of you, you just couldn't hold back the frightened sob that escapes your throat, causing the man to tilt his head and look at you. “And here I thought you would have learned, little mouse.” 

His voice sounded bored, almost a little disappointed when his full attention turned towards you, ignoring the other man in the shadows entirely, who had just moved. “You know, Yeosang, how about you keep a girl for more than a day? The one you just - discarded - was actually quite pretty.” The other said, playing with one of the first ones, Yeosang's, arrows. “Why doesn't it surprise me that you prefer the pretty ones who don't shut up, Wooyoung?” Yeosang asked in a rather monotonous voice, his eyes never leaving you though. 

When he took slow steps towards you, you tried to move, to scramble away, but your body just didn't listen to you. There was no rope, no chains holding you, so why couldn't you flee? Then you saw it; a syringe laying on the small table, right besides a long hunting knife and some spare arrows. “Don't try to flee, little mouse. The last girl who tried didn't get far.” Yeosang's voice didn't change at all, still calm and low, a smirk on his face as his cold hand grabbed your chin to turn your head towards the door. The floor was clean, a beautiful oaken wood, but when you let your eyes wander, you gasped. 

A dark stain, you honestly hoped it was just red wine that had been spilled, yet, considering the man who owns his place, it probably was no beverage that had been spilled there. “Yah, don't you dare to do that again, Yeosang. I bet there's still some bits of brain in the grooves of the flooring. You know how hard it was to scrub that wooden floor?” Wooyoung scoffs, stepping out into the light as well now and you were able to see the other one's face. Not less handsome than Yeosang, yet in a different way, he looks very familiar. 

He was the one who had approached you on the street and asked for directions. You knew something was weird, his English was too clean and he had an accent, of course he was no tourist. Your eyes lingered on the second male for too long as it seemed, because Yeosang forced your head towards him again, his grip on your chin tightened. “Wh- what do you-” “Want? Don't worry little mouse, I don't want much. And as long as you do as you're told, you won't end up like that loud one over there.” Yeosang chuckled, his angelic face turned into a slight grimace as he did. He always had been different, always had an excellent taste. His women have always been beautiful, his food and beverages expensive and his weapons deadly. This time however, Wooyoung brought him someone different. Imperfect and a local. 

“You know, usually I would just get rid of you, little mouse. I don't like loud girls, I love when they're quiet, when they don't get on my damn nerves with their annoying voices. But Woo just had to pick you. What am I supposed to do with you? Your hair is disheveled, your eyes are too fearful and you are too short. How could I show you around as my girl, hm?” The whole time he spoke, Yeosang let go of your chin, your head dropping against your chest and tears running down your face. He had grabbed the knife off the table, crouched down in front of you again and you could feel the cold steel against your neck as he used the blade to lift your head up again slightly. Without looking away, Yeosang spoke again, his voice now laced with a hint of excitement. “When a human’s tongue is removed, they can't properly talk anymore,did you know that? But then you still could make annoying noises. How about we dissolve your vocal chords, hm? Wooyoung, do we still have the acid here that we used the last time?” 

“Yeosang…c'mon man. Tone it down a little will you? I don't want to dig another hole again so soon.” Wooyoung whined, stepping closer now to place a hand on his friend's shoulder to pull him away from you for now. Using this little distraction, you wiggled your fingers, noticing that whatever they injected you has worn off mostly already. You could try to flee, or you could try to snatch the knife and fight. Although, maybe your body might not be fully back in your control. Anything would be better than to sit here and have your tongue or vocal cords removed. Your eyes on the knife in Yeosang´s hand, you decided to fight, after all, you had taken taekwondo classes when you were younger. When the feeling in your legs returned fully, you quickly moved your body forwards, your hand reaching for the knife as you pushed the man against Wooyoung and snatch the knife away. 

Holding the handle of the knife tightly, you pointed it towards the two men now, eyes wide and your breath going fast. How long were you out because of what they had injected you with? You didn't know. The expression on Yeosang´s face didn´t ease your mind at all, why wasn't he scared or confused? No, he just had a slightly annoyed, yet curious smirk on his face, taking some steps closer to you, Wooyoung´s hand wrapping around the older one´s upper arm. “Yeo, wait. don´t do something stupid-” He hissed, but Yeosang only shrugged him off, eyes fully focused on you, not giving any thought to the knife in your hand. “You are holding it wrong, little mouse. You´re not only stupid, but also quite courageous. Maybe I actually do keep you. It's rather boring here, I always wanted to have an adorable toy, you know?” He hummed with his low and somewhat soothing voice. What surprised you was the quick movement that followed, his hand grabbing the knife off yours without giving you any time to react at all and one swift motion later, you felt the cold steel dive into the flesh of your thigh. “And now, cry for me, my little mouse.”

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[enehana]

Can you do Dionysus cabin headcanons if you haven't already?

Of course

Dionysus Cabin Headcanons

They have a disco ball in their cabin. No explanation needed.

They always really liked fruit as children. For whatever reason. Cause grapes and wine, or just cause they're gay.

Their sense of style is mostly a joke. Cargo shorts with sharks printed on them. Bimbo shoes. Sometimes they'll even wear a shirt with their dad's face on it just to piss him off.

They like to cut their own hair, despite not being very good at it.

They're incredibly optimistic. They practically never get upset when something goes wrong. They're very good at moving on.

They know a lot of uncommon phrases. Whether they're from thousands of years ago or from the other side of the globe, they've been oddly imprinted into their brains. They'll say one in passing and the other campers will look at them oddly, "Fadoodling?"

Their mortal parent tends to be not great. They're usually fine to a degree when they first meet Dionysus, but they tend to spiral later on, getting arrested, being put into a mental hospital, alcoholism, suicide, etc.

They bruise incredibly easily. Hickies too. Their dad will see and pat them on the back, congratulating them. Also embarrassing the shit out of them.

As children of the god of wine, they can turn water into any alcoholic beverage. Because of this, they tend to think that they're Jesus for a while.

Their fatal flaw tends to be being too careless and thinking nothing will hurt them. They'll do the most reckless stuff and not think about the consequences whatsoever. The amount of times they've narrowly avoided almost getting themselves killed is insane.

They're great friends with the Hecate cabin. Why bother inflicting madness on someone when you can have your friend just make their hallucinations a reality?

[mimble-sparklepudding]

Summer Symbolism OC Questions.

A little list of OC questions based on the symbolism of Summertime.

Sunflowers - Growth and Success.

What is the most significant way in which your OC has grown since the start of their journey? Do they acknowledge this? Have others noticed the change?

How does your OC feel about their height? Would they prefer to be taller? Or more petite?

What is your OC's current ambition? Has this always been the same thing? Or has it changed over time?

What does success look like to your OC? Great riches? Fame? Immense power? A happy marriage? Or something else entirely?

What are the main barriers to your OC getting what they want? Whether in terms of their ambitions or simply their personal development?

Butterflies - Freedom and Spontaneity.

Does your OC believe that freedom is the most important value that a society should hold? Or does it rank below things such as security, social harmony or adherence to traditions?

Does your OC like to make decisions on the fly? Or are they more inclined to plan carefully and weigh up every decision before they commit?

Does your OC welcome committed relationships with friends or partners? Or does a sense of mutual obligation feel constraining or even stifling?

Does your OC like to keep a calender, planner or some other way of organising themselves? Or do they prefer to wake up each day with no clear plan?

What is something your OC has always wanted to try, but has yet to do so? What is holding them back?

Swallows - Travel and Adventure.

To where would your OC most like to travel? Assuming that cost, distance and other practicalities were no object…

Is your OC particularly adventurous? Or would they really rather prefer a quiet life, if such a thing were possible?

Does your OC like to travel light? Or do they prefer to take as much luggage as possible? Or even bring as many of the comforts of home as they can manage?

In order for your OC to consider something an adventure does there need to be a level of danger? Or are they happier enjoying risk-free excursions?

What is something your OC always takes with them wherever they go? Is this for purely practical reasons? Or is there an sentimental motivation also?

Picnics - Nourishment and Sharing.

What is your OC's favourite food to eat in hot weather? Or do they not have much of an appetite in the heat?

What foodstuffs might your OC pack for a long journey? What would be their prime consideration in choosing what to bring?

Does your OC willingly share food? Or do they jealously guard it from the wandering fingers of peckish companions?

If your OC were to attend a party or social gathering where they were required to bring food then what would they bring? Would they make it themselves? Or are they more likely to buy it on the way?

What food(s) will your OC eat because they know it is good for them, even if they really don't enjoy it? Or is the health and nourishment aspect of food not really a major concern for them?

Beaches - Warmth and Relaxation.

Does your OC find it easy to relax? Or do they need to be persuaded (or nagged) away from their duties and responsibilities?

What would your OC wear for a day at the beach? Would they chose something practical? Something skimpy and slightly scandalous? Or would they remain fully clothed/armoured at all times and make no concessions to the location whatsoever?

Does your OC enjoy warm climates? If so then is this because they grew up in a hot area? Or because they grew up in a very cold area and are pleased to get away to somewhere hotter? If they dislike warm climates then why is this?

What helps your OC to relax? Gentle music? The sound of softly falling rain? A stiff drink? A massage? Or something else entirely?

What would be your OC's ideal choice of chilled beverage on a hot day? A cold ale? A frothy milkshake? A fizzy lemonade? An outrageous and somewhat campy cocktail, replete with paper umbrellas, curly straws and slices of exotic fruit? Or something else?

[byhees]

human vitamin ━━ ( 엔하이픈 정원 ) ♡ genre fluff established relationship warnings not proof-read kissing skinship

thinking about boyfriend jungwon, who’s your number one supporter during exam seasons. doesn’t matter how late you study until, he’ll be there by your side, though occasionally yawning from lateness of the hour.

i can definitely imagine him going out of his way to get you healthy and tasty snacks from the convenience store round the corner— knowing how much he cares about you, he’d probably seek some recommendations from the internet, wanting you to have the best of the best ones on the market. he’d, of course, ask for a little kiss before stepping out of the room, a discarded hoodie from earlier now draped over his arm.

he’d be so sweet; like he’d get you whatever beverage you want, whatever you’re craving, be it food-wise or even affection— the moment the words “kinda want a hug” slip from your lips, he’s already standing right in front of you, arms outstretched and ready for the biggest, most amazing hug you’re about to receive.

and i can see him giving you sweet, little kisses whenever you get a question right, or if you manage to successfully grasp a concept— it’s his way of motivating you! and judging by the smile that tugging on the corners of your lips, it’s working super, super effectively.

after a long day, he’ll lay in bed with you, an arm wrapped around your waist; his eyes just twinkle and shine, and there’s this lovesick grin plastered on his face as you stubbornly insist that you’re “one-hundred percent not sleepy whatsoever”; he just melts when you slur near the end of your sentences, words jumbling into incoherent noises. “baby, you look like you’re minutes away from falling asleep,” he’d say, only to hear a soft “nu-uh” in response; the next moment he’s looking back, you’ve already passed out in his hold, cheek lightly smooshed against his chest.

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[nocturnesmoon]

Writing this while laying in bed and trying to combat my period pains. The painkillers are in fact not working, so maybe fantasizing about these two will instead-

Simon "Ghost" Riley x John "Soap" Mactavish x Transmasc!Reader

I just feel like Simon and Johnny would be amazing at caring for you, doing your period. Maybe they wouldn't be the most knowledgeable at first, but they are quick intuitive learners, and seeing their darling in pain isn't something they can stand for.

If they happen to be home during your period, expect the utmost and best care of your life. Don't feel like eating anything? Don't worry, they've made something just in case you get hungry. Need to take a shower but don't got the energy, don't worry, I'm sure both of them would be happy to help you out.

There is not a single craving they will not help satiate. Chocolate? Johnny's got something to spare, chips? Already in the cabinet, gummies? One of them is going to the shop while the other one cuddles you. That one very hype specific food craving that's really an absolutely ridiculous request? What do you mean ridiculous love, they've got it right here.

I normally get really bad cramps, and the only type of painkiller I'm allowed to take, doesn't help whatsoever. And if that was the case, I just have to believe that, the boys would then do everything else in their power to make you comfortable. They've got the heating pad ready in the charger, a hot beverage on the bedside table. If the heating pad isn't enough, they'll help with pressure instead, by either laying on top of you or having you on top of them and pressing their rough hands on the spots where it hurts.

You're not left alone for a second, unless you specifically request the alone time. If one has to go somewhere, the other will stay with you until they get back. He would put on your favourite movie, while you lay in his arms and snack on whatever it was you're craving. Don't feel like watching something? That's okay, you could read a book together, play a game, or even just lay and talk.

If there are chores to be done, they'll get it done for you, unless you insist that you can manage. Even then, once they see you huff and puff in pain, they'll practically order you away from the task, taking over for you and finishing up.

They know you're perfectly capable of doing it yourself, even in pain, but they'd rather have you resting on the couch, as comfortable as you can get, while they take care of it for you. You already do so much for them when they're home from deployment, doing everything you can to make sure they're resting, and spending quality time with you. Let them return the favour once in a while, making sure you're well cared for.

They know that your period can be a source of dysphoria, when it turns extra bad. They won't stand for your own self-deprecating thoughts. They'll reassure you at all the right times, as if they can read your mind. Reminding you that, you are their beautiful boy, the only man they could've ever wished for, that no matter what your silly head makes you think, they've always seen you as exactly who you are. It doesn't matter what you think your physical appearance might say, to them, you'll always be their man.

Maybe I'm just delusional, but I just feel like they'd be amazing for you. No matter what you might need from them, they'll do their best to provide. They love you so dearly, if there is any slight thing they can do to alleviate your distress, it's already been done before you can even ask.

I think the fact that I'm laying here alone, and I don't have a Simon or Johnny to take care of me should be a crime.

Anyways that's all Moon out-

[itaehynz]

three’s a (choi) charm! ˙ ⋆ . ˚ ☆

03. UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES WHATSOEVER.

warnings: profanity, written + socmed.

the five of you are in the car, blasting music and talking amongst yourselves as taehyun continues following the gps to take you all to the most popular beach in the area. there’s a bunch of snacks, towels & flip flops shuffling in trunk as the car rolls over a speed bump.

you scroll on instagram as you talk to yunjin about your plan for the three men that await you. “let’s say they’re literally besties or even so, related! what do i do then?”

“i say run away, honestly. like that’s actually kind of embarrassing idontknowthough.” yunjin says as a matter of factly, mumbling the last few words. “okay but think about it, what if… nevermind, i wouldn’t know what to do if they were related or something, that’s truly humbling and embarrassing for me.” you add, straightening your lips into a tight lipped smile.

“exactly. don’t even try to act like your awkward ass would do something ‘cause we all know you wouldn’t.” yunjin laughs softly as the rest of the group agrees with mhmm or yup.

you roll your eyes playfully and smile at them, “yeah, i guess you’re right, i’d probably be too scared to even text them after that if that were the case,” you pause, seeing the beach come into view. “oh fuck we’re here.”

taehyun barely nods as he pops the trunk for ryujin and huening to retrieve the items in there. once they finish doing so, he turns off the car and hops out after unbuckling his seatbelt and you all follow suit.

everyone wraps a towel around their necks, switches out their shoes for flip flops and puts their hair into whatever style would be suitable for them. you on the other hand are nervous, extremely nervous. you can’t help but check your surroundings and be conscious of your looks. you begin pulling out your phone camera to check yourself until yunjin stops you, “babe, you look good, c’mon.” she reminds you before interlinking your hands and dragging you alongside her.

you see ryujin already setting up the area where you’ll all be coming back to and taehyun pouring a pound of ice into a cooler. huening is quick to come behind you with a case of water and other beverages to help with the heat. you smile in fondness as you see that you’re finally spending time with your childhood friends.

halting your thoughts, you feel yunjin nudge your arm and motion her head in front of you. “is that soobin?” she asks, making your head quirk up at the mention of your tinder match’s name. it is soobin.

you see him in all his glory, standing about 6feet tall, grey shorts, blue button down and his gorgeous dimples prominent as every word falls from his perfect lips. you sigh in awe, pulling out your phone and texting him look up and look to your right! he’s very quick to check his phone and his smile grows as he sees your message, doing exactly what you told him.

you see him look around, smiling and waving as he does so. he finally catches your eyes and begins walking over to you but someone, more like people, call his name. he’s quick to change his direction of sight and guides it over to two other men standing up and motioning him over.

you can’t exactly make out their faces from the spot you’re at but it would be easy to say that those are the people he came with, the few family members he mentioned. both of them have long black hair but one has his hair tied up in a half up half down. you wait for soobin to finish his conversation and watch as he begins to make his way over to you, also noticing that his two family members are trailing him with their eyes.

once he approaches you, they both furrow their brows and sit up to make sure that they’re seeing this right. you look back over to both of them and shock slowly creeps into your face.

no fucking way, is exactly what you’re thinking. the two men that soobin just so happen to be with are the other men you matched with on your tinder. yeonjun and beomgyu.

soobin watches as your face contorts with fear and looks over to see who you’re so scared to see. he sees you looking at his cousins and looks back over to you with furrowed brows.

he finally speaks, “is something wrong?” he asks, voice laced with concern. “yeahyeah everything’s fine, just give me a sec okay?” you blurt out, catching the man in front of you off guard as you begin running towards yunjin who’s at the bar.

“yunjin, i fucking jinxed it, we fucking jinxed it.” you say, panting heavily as if you had just ran a marathon. she looks at you with distraught and confusion adorning her features, blinking rapidly. “what the hell are you talking about?”

“they’re fucking related, yunjin!” you yell with agony lacing your voice. her mouth drops open with her straw falling back into her cup. “say you’re lying.” she says as she darts her eyes to behind you. “i wish i was fucking lying. i kid you not, i see soobin right? he sees me, he begins walking over to me but somebody calls him, oh! not just somebody, yeonjun and fucking beomgyu,” you pause, catching your breath, “and mind you, at first, i didn’t fucking know who the hell they were because i didn’t really care! i was here for soobin! but turns out, i was here for all three of them!” you groan, shoving your head into your hands.

yunjin, who listened to everything, is quite literally in utter shock. “so guess what, i took your advice and i ran away, soobin was definitely confused to say the least but yeonjun and beomgyu looked fucking disgusted so now i’m scared as shit because what if they find me and confront me or some shit?”

yunjin sighs heavily as she looks up but her breath gets caught in her throat and her eyes widen. “y/n, i want you to look behind you very slowly, do not freak out and do not run away. please.” you take in her words, doing as she says and freezing up immediately.

all three of them are looking at you along with three other men. yeonjun is nodding slowly with a smile on his face, beomgyu has his tongue poking his cheek and soobin looks completely confused. they begin talking amongst themselves before the main three begin walking towards you. your eyes widen and your feet start moving before you can even process what you’re doing.

yunjin yells after you, face immediately dropping once she sees you’re already too far away to even hear her. the three boys are shocked at how fast you ran, eyes widened and mouths agape. so instead of approaching you, they approach yunjin. she looks at them, looks away slowly and proceeds to sip her drink. she gulps down every last bit of her virgin pina colada and turns to face the three men in front of her.

beomgyu slightly cocks his head to the side with his eyebrows raised as a way of saying did you know? which causes yunjin to sigh and speak up.

“i didn’t know y’all were related in any way but i did know she matched with all three of you on the same day.” and to that, soobin raises his hand, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. “that’s weird, that never usually happens does it?” he asks yunjin. she responds with a small shrug, “i don’t know, it never happened to me,” she adds.

“if you want her to choose between you three, i’ll try to get her to do so, it might be hard but i could at least try if that’s what you want.” she says with an awkward smile.

yeonjun chuckles at her response, looking at the two next to him and watching as they motion him to proceed before saying something that yunjin will ever forget.

“tell her that it’s fine, we love a good competition anyway.”

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A/N: THEY LOVE A LITTLE COMPETITION??? boy get yo freaky asses on!! anywho, i hope you guys enjoyed this chapter 😍 get ready for chapter 4 next monday!!

[dustofthedailylife]

Drunken Shenanigans (with the Roommate AU)

Alhaitham, Kaveh x Reader // fluff, crack, brainrot // [-> Roommate AU brainrots]

Imagine you, Alhaitham and Kaveh went out for a Tavern night and ended up getting utterly wasted.

It all started over a game of cards with Kaveh betting he could beat Alhaitham when it came to drinking (spoiler: he did not, he was the first to get drunk). And you were in on it too and went ahead and ordered some wine and other alcoholic beverages.

One bottle in and Kaveh was lying on the table already, visibly drunk with pink cheeks and a slurred speech, while Alhaitham and you were still going strong. Although you were beginning to feel a little fuzzy, too. And while Alhaitham would emerge "victorious" in this drinking battle, you all would end up equally wasted by the end of the evening.

Fast forward to all of you walking back home together and somehow the guys start fighting over you in their intoxicated states. This causes them to have no filter whatsoever and they end up confessing their love for you simultaneously in a very slurred and drunken way (and also start a fight over that).

"I see how you look at me, hmmm... come on, admit it." "*hic* Admit what?" "That you like me." "You are absolutely blind and stupid *hic* on top of that, too. They like me." "Oh, don't you start with that again, Kaveh!" "Hehe~" "What? Why are you giggling." "WHAT?!" "With the way you're fighting right now, you could *hic* think you guys are into me." "... I am." "NO, YOU'RE NOT. I AM."

On the next morning, neither of you remembered that any of this happened.

[sserpente]

A/N: Billy Hargrove and a mistletoe. There was no way I wasn’t going to write this.

Words: 1014 Warnings: mentions of bullying

The way to the kitchen was blocked. Well, not really. But there was someone leaning against the threshold that you, under all possible circumstances, whatsoever, were keen to avoid.

All you wanted was some more mulled wine. You’d need an awful lot more in order to get drunk on the hot beverage but you were determined and you were thirsty.

So get it together. High school is over! Mentally slapping yourself, you shook your head and fought yourself a way through the partying crowd in the hallway. Push past, don’t look him in the eye, ignore him, pretend you didn’t see him… it should have been easy. With your heart in your mouth, you turned sideways to fit through the door—a significantly hard task when two people were casually conversing right in its middle—until you were stopped by a strong arm stopping you from entering the kitchen like a bloody human barrier.

“Whoops.”

The nagging feeling in the pit of your stomach only intensified when he spoke up. He was taller than you, of course, looking down at you with an amused expression on his face. His outfit… not only was it unsuitable for the current weather conditions but also direly inappropriate for a Christmas party. And who wore a leather jacket without a shirt on anyway? And why did he have to be so shredded? You knew he worked out but Jesus H. Christ… up close, that six-pack looked even more defined. Why was it always the arseholes who were this attractive? Why couldn’t it be the nice guy next door, the one who took your mail in when you weren’t home?

No, it had to be Billy fucking Hargrove, your own personal high school bully who’d tried to make your life a living hell. Well… more or less. In fact, you were pretty certain he was the very reason you were still single. If Billy Hargrove told you not to date a girl… you didn’t. That’s just how Hawkins worked since the fucker moved here from sunny California.

“Let me through, Billy.”

“You didn’t follow the rules.”

You rolled your eyes. You had no idea what he was on about but you were already getting annoyed. Should have climbed through the bloody window instead.

“Seriously, all I want is some mulled wine. I won’t let my festive mood be spoiled today, least of all by my school bully.”

“Are you kidding me?” He added your name at the end, making you swallow. He never used your name. It’d only ever been nicknames—teasing nicknames that’d had you seethe. “I wasn’t bullying you.”

“Of course not. What else would you call it then, huh?”

“What, are you that daft? I wanted to get with you so bad the whole fucking school knew.”

You blinked. “Excuse me?”

“Oh yeah. You embarrassed me quite a bit, doll. You were the only girl at school who resisted my charms.”

“Charms is a strong word.” You didn’t believe him. Not a word. Or did you? You bit your lower lip. You’d seen him bully others. He’d gotten into physical fights more often than you could count. He’d never… insulted you either, just… teased you relentlessly? The closest you’d come to a physical attack had been when he’d knocked your books from your hands on Halloween. Come to think of it, he’d said the exact same word he’d said to you just now back then when—

“Whoops.” Billy’s shit-eating grin grew wider when you tried to slip past him again. Without any effort whatsoever, his arm came up to block your way yet again no matter how hard you pushed against him.

“Whatever. Should have treated me nicer then… if that was true.” But part of you couldn’t help but wonder… if it was. You thrust forward yet again, eager to escape the situation.

“A-ah. I’m afraid you’re still gonna have to follow the rules, doll.”

“What rules?” you spat, refraining from rolling your eyes at him. Billy smirked with his mouth slightly open, his gaze travelling up above your head. A fucking mistletoe. Of course.

“After all, it’s Christmas.”

“Absolutely not.”

“Why?” He grinned. “Are you afraid it could be…”—he leaned in closer, lowering his voice—“…good?”

“I have absolutely no desire—and I mean no desire—to kiss you.” And that was a fucking lie. You’d wondered often enough if he really was as good as the girls whispering about his many talents in the bedroom said he was.

He didn’t listen to you anyway because before you could turn away and flee, his lips were on yours. It wasn’t just a quick peck. Hell, you couldn’t pull away even if you wanted to. Billy wrapped his arms around you in an instant, his palms resting on your hips dangerously close to your bum, keeping you close. Much to your dismay… your eyes fell shut. The sucker knew what he was doing—and he made it so easy for you to kiss him back.

It was a combination of the cheering that got loud around you with a start and his tongue that teasingly slid against your bottom lip that made you break the kiss before it could escalate.

“Looks like she wasn’t immune to your charms, after all, Hargrove!”

You raised an eyebrow, bending back to create some distance between you. “You’re gonna have to do an awful lot more than kiss me underneath the mistletoe if you want to convince me.”

Billy grinned. “Shall we say eight, then? Tomorrow? There’s a nice restaurant just outside of Hawkins I’m sure you’ll love.”

You considered it for a moment. What could possibly go wrong? A, this could be a terrible prank. B, he could kidnap you and chop you to pieces in the woods, or C… he meant it. You sighed.

“Fine. Don’t make me regret this.”

“That’s what I’m talking about, baby. Wear something pretty. I’ll come pick you up.”

“Uh-huh.” You pushed past him again and this time, he let you through. Yeah. You definitely needed more mulled wine after this.

[solverse]

Miscellaneous Stroll. (i)

Quo; A scenario for Genshin characters! (SAGAU)

Characters; Al-Haitham, Cyno, Candace, Dehya, Nilou, Collei, Faruzan, Tighnari, Kaveh and Nahida.

Notes; Just a little something I wanted to post since this has been in my draft for quite some time.

Disc; Not a character study whatsoever. Just a self-indulgent piece.

The Creator/Guide is named Raphael.

[Miscellanous Stroll] ( ii )

Today was a good day. It was a really nice day with the beaming sunshine, the cool breeze accompanying them, the refreshing taste of the beverages, and delicious snacks occupying their taste buds. The ambient sound of peace, the gentle flow of leylines, chatters of birds along the trees. Surely, this was a–

“ SON OF A BITCH! ” 

–good day. 

“ OH, IT'S ON! ” The shrieking yell of Cyno's voice echoed through the space and Raphael smiled away that incoming headache knocking at their door like a bad tinder hook-up at 3 a.m.

Nilou eyed the general with a worried look, smiling awkwardly as she silently lamented the intense metaphorical fire appearing in his eyes. She fidgeted slightly, blue eyes flickering down anxiously. The object in her hand felt heavy for a moment as her body trembled. 

Faruzan watched her closely before her hand reached out, bringing forth an incoming doom as Kaveh and Collei gasped in shock. Tighnari raised an eyebrow, a neutral on his face. Although, if you look close enough, you can see the man holding back with all his strength. He then turned to Kaveh with a placating look. 

Kaveh blinked out his shock, “ Wow– Oh yikes. We are doing this, huh? ” He grimaced. Cyno's eyes sharpened even further when the blond made his move. The General Mahamatra laced his fingers, glaring at Collei who was starting to sweat anxiously. 

“ Cyno, stop that. ” Tighnari chastised and Cyno only huffed in response, tearing away his gaze as he chose to look somewhere else. Collei swallowed before she reached out to confirm her move. Everyone gaped at her and Dehya started laughing. Candace could barely hide her smile as she continued, gaining even more shocked looks. Cyno clenched his fist. 

All eyes turned to Al-Haitham. The man was in his own thoughts before he glanced at each of them and Raphael could see the gears in his head turned at an impossible speed. He glanced somewhere else before shrugging. 

Faruzan gasped, not able to hide the huge grin on her face. “ No way! ” 

“ Oh, we're continuing?! ” Kaveh laughed in surprise. 

“ Seriously? ” Collei muttered behind her hand, eyes wide. Tighnari snickered in amusement. 

“ Don't you dare. ” Cyno hissed out, holding out a fist as he clenched his jaw. Al-Haitham cocked an eyebrow, halting in his movement. He stared at the general, face serious and blank. Cyno doubled down on his glare. 

Al-Haitham moved very slowly, observing every part of Cyno's reaction. 

“ Do it, do it, do it. ” Dehya chanted with a cheeky grin and Cyno sent an irritated look her way. The mercenary just rolled her eyes, the mischievous smile still on her face. Candace watched with an almost sorry look. 

“ Al-Haitham, I swear– ” 

Al-Haitham did the exact opposite and placed down another 4+ UNO card on the stack of cards. Cyno stared in disbelief while everybody else burst out laughing. Dehya was full-on cackling, leaning against Candace, who was also laughing. 

Nilou was laughing like there was no tomorrow, body trembling as she attempted to stifle her laughter. But one look at the Cyno's face of despair, she failed to do so, joining Faruzan as the two women cracked up.  

Kaveh banged his fist against the table multiple times, burying his face in his hand as he silenced his laugh. Collei gaped with a look of awe at the number of cards Cyno had to take. What was even worse was that Cyno had one card left but now he was holding a whopping 23. 

Cyno, on the other hand, was downright murderous. 

Raphael watched from the side awkwardly, sipping on their tea with a bored look. Nahida happily hummed from the side, a cup of milk tea in her hand. 

“ Oh boy. ” The Guide muttered, sipping their tea as they sweatdropped, trying to ignore the incoming deathmatch. It was just UNO. They did not want to think what would happen if they started playing Monopoly. Oh, the divorce rate will skyrocket. 

Nahida giggled and Raphael huffed, the little gremlin– she knew. 

–

[starkrpro]

tony making peter do stretches every single day. not for his physical well-being, but so that tony has a little bit of entertainment before work. there is literally no point in pete doing this whatsoever on top of his training, and he knows it, tony knows it, but clearly the rest of the avengers aren’t as aware.

cue bucky walking into peter’s bedroom without knocking one morning because peter doesn’t like coffee, and bucky found a brand that he is eager to show peter. it’s decaf, and god, he’s annoyed at having to start a new batch of coffee and kool-aid every time the kid visits just because they can’t agree on a goddamn beverage.

after entering the boy’s room? the bag of coffee falls from bucky’s grip, all three men staring blankly at each other in slight disbelief. peter, his lovely, angelic peter, has his legs around his head while tony’s watching him like he’s starving and pete’s the first meal he’s had in weeks. considering the fact that peter would have yelled at bucky for help by now if it was actually necessary, bucky has the faintest idea that peter may be more fucked up than he could have ever expected, or it’s totally innocent and he’s the fucked up one.

his eyes drift away from the angel on the yoga mat, to tony, who’s clearing his throat.

“believe it or not, barnes, i’ve gotten pretty good at sharing over the last few years.” a wink is sent his way, along with tony patting the spot next to him on the bed. he proposes his offer as if it’s the most casual thing ever, as if observing peter in such a way is something that comes naturally to everyone. for some reason, peter’s permission doesn’t matter if tony’s willing to do it. why wasn’t peter objecting?

bucky is convinced he’s possessed as his legs start dragging him to the best seat in the building. it also takes him a moment to realize why peter is always so out of breath and flushed during breakfast—it’s definitely not due to the stretching.