#pali : requests

[pali-writes-atiny-bit]

Wow

Pairing: Han Jisung x afab!reader, Idol!Jisung x Manager!reader (Y/N is used)

Summary: Based on a request. Plot with eventual smut. Y/N graduated from University and moved to Seoul hoping to get a translator job with an entertainment company. Instead, she gets a job as one of the managers for Stray Kids and maybe something more. 

WC: 8.62k

Content Warning: Intended for 18+ mature audiences. MDNI! Brief anxiety/panic attack, masturbation (m and f), mutual pining, noona as a pet name, fingering (f rec), nipple play, swearing, unprotected piv (please be responsible for yourselves). Let me know if I missed anything else.

You're different from when we first met, I'm curious of you The mood you give off completely changed, I'm curious of you I can’t understand how I feel, mysterious of you With the gaze you give me, let me say "Wow" (Got me trippin’ like) Wow, wow, completely changed your vibe (Got me trippin' like) Wow, wow, wow I wanna be on your mind (Got me trippin’ like) Wow, wow, so I can approach you I want to know how you feel, bang bang (Got me trippin' like)

Han first sees you as you’re walking into the cafe near JYP that he frequents. When you open the door, early morning sun is shining directly behind you, lighting up the top of your head like a halo. As soon as he sets his eyes on you, the rest of the world seems to fall away and his heart stutters a few beats. After you step in and the door swings shut behind you, he’s able to see you clearly. 

Your hair falls past your shoulders in soft waves. You’re wearing a black turtleneck and a plaid pinafore dress with black knee high boots. The dress hugs your chest before flaring out into a flowing skirt that ends mid thigh. He watches as you order a vanilla latte and an almond croissant before sitting at a table and pulling out a planner.

Even from first sight, he feels an instant gravitation towards you. He’d love to stay and get to know you, but his drink order is being called. Unfortunately, the rest of the boys are waiting for him to come back to the dorms with their drinks. As he leaves the cafe, he glances at you again. He can’t help but hope he’ll see you again. 

You’ve just moved here on Friday after graduating university. Spending your first couple of days unpacking, you’ve had very little time to explore your surroundings. The halmeoni who greeted you when you first moved in mentioned a nearby cafe serving some of the best coffee and pastries around. And so on Monday morning you find yourself briskly walking the couple of blocks to the cafe. 

You’ve put on one of your favorite dresses and boots but forewent a jacket. A decision you are now regretting hence the brisk walk. After a few minutes you reach the cafe and open the door. You step in and call out a polite greeting to the baristas at the front. You quickly browse their menu board before deciding on a vanilla latte to warm you up and a flaky almond croissant. 

After placing your order, you find a small table by the window and take a seat. You pull out your planner and your laptop to begin checking your emails. Before moving here you sent out applications to many different companies. You got a degree in linguistics with a minor in music. Right now your dream is to work as an interpreter/translator for one of the big entertainment companies here in Seoul, but you’ll take what you can get. 

Your latte and croissant arrive just as you’re opening up your email. You take a sip of the warm drink as you sift through your inbox. Your spirits sink as you find the emails in your inbox are only spam. You subconsciously worry your lower lip. You have enough savings for a couple of months here in Seoul, but you’ve left everything you’ve ever known behind - not that there was anything left for you there. You didn’t have any family, or friends you could fall back on, and certainly no significant other. In other words, you really needed a job.

You take a bite of the croissant while you fill out some more job applications. The croissant is deliciously flaky and nutty from the almond. After the first bite you end up spending a couple of hours filling out applications while your latte and croissant end up forgotten on the side. You finish up and stretch your arms above your head before drinking the rest of your latte and croissant while watching passersby out the window. 

You decide that you really like this cafe. You’ll definitely be back. 

You don’t have time to go back to the cafe until the weekend. 

You’ve been busy. You bought furniture to make your apartment feel more like a home. You went out and bought a few more professional pieces of clothing, for when you finally get an interview. The rest of the time you spent sending out applications and reaching out to contacts to develop a network. 

On Saturday morning you wake up around 9. After stretching with a big yawn, you decide that a hot coffee and a pastry would make a perfect start to your weekend. You dress comfortably with a coordinating gray hoodie and jogger set and pile your hair up in a messy bun. The last thing you add to your outfit is your over-the-ear headphones.

You put on your favorite playlist of kpop hits and leave your apartment. It’s a beautiful sunny day, and you smile to yourself as you walk down the street. You’re jamming out to your music and unlike the last time you made this walk, you take your time.

When you walk into the cafe, you’re dancing in tiny to God’s Menu. You’re so engrossed in the music, head bobbing along to the beat, you don’t notice the group of 8 boys sitting in the corner. You don’t notice how they turned to look at you when the door chimed.And you certainly don’t notice how a few of them stifle a chuckle as they recognize the dance you’re doing. 

Han immediately recognizes you - how could he not when you’re all he’s been thinking about. you’ve been plaguing his thoughts since he saw you on Monday. When he got back to the dorms, he couldn't stop raving about the most beautiful woman he thinks he's ever seen. 

Even wearing sweatpants, as you are today, he thinks that that's true. What's even more beautiful is the way you're smiling as you dance to his song, their song. Is it fate that you listen to their music?

The thought that the woman of his dreams might be their fan, a Stay, has his heartbeat picking up and a faint  blush creeping up his neck. His reaction doesn’t go unnoticed by either Chan or Minho, and they give him a look.

He gulps and mutters, “that's her. She's who I saw on Monday.” 

The other members hear his statement and take a closer look. ‘She is beautiful,’ they all think, agreeing with his assessment. 

When the song finishes, you pause your playlist and slip your headphones down to hang around your neck. Their eyes follow you as you order the same vanilla latte as on Monday with another croissant, chocolate this time. They continue to follow you as you retrieve your latte and select a seat near the windows. 

It isn’t until you settle into your seat, that you finally feel the weight of their gazes. You slowly turn your head towards the corner and meet the gaze of 8 men. Your eyes widen in surprise as you take in their faces. Although some of the members are wearing masks, you still recognize them easily, how could you not when you’ve watched so many of their lives. When you’ve listened to their music on repeat, letting it anchor you to the world as you struggled through uni alone. 

You were told that this cafe was close to JYPE, but you are still surprised to see them here. You give them a bright smile and a little wave. And then you remember what you were doing as you walked into the cafe. Certain that they watched your stupid little dance you flush a deep pink. You hide your face in your hands and quickly turn away. You spend the rest of your time gazing out the window, pointedly not looking back toward the corner. 

For some reason, your smile thrilled each of the members. But when you flushed and looked away they all felt bad. None of them meant for you to feel embarrassed. After all, your dance had been cute and they were the ones caught staring. Nevertheless, they stopped watching you and resumed talking amongst themselves. All except Han, who couldn’t help but sneak peeks at you. He’s so curious of you. 

Over the next month you become a frequent presence at the cafe. You still haven’t found a full time job which worries you, but you were able to pick up some freelance translation work for the time being. You often work from the cafe, spending hours there at a time. In doing so, you get to know several of the baristas there. When you come in, they greet you by name, and if it isn’t busy, you often spend a few minutes chatting. 

Han sees you there often. Sometimes he’s there first and sometimes you’re already seated at your favorite spot by the window. Although he is often accompanied by another member or two, he also finds himself going by himself more often hoping to see you. When he’s alone, he allows himself to observe you in a way he doesn’t with the other members. He studies your little facial expressions - the way you bob your head to whatever song you’re listening to. The way you chew on your lower lip when you’re thinking. It’s during one of these visits that he learns your name is Y/N. 

It’s mysterious the way your simple existence has utterly captivated him. He’s so curious of you. He can’t help the way he wants to talk to you and get to know you. He wants to be on your mind the same way that you’re on his. He simply wants you. But, he’s an idol and relationships aren’t so easy, so while he pines after you he 

channels all his thoughts and desires into lyrics.  

It’s been a couple of weeks since Han has seen you last. He’s worried about you. You had been coming less frequently, and the last time he saw you, you had dark bags under your eyes, and your lower lip was thoroughly raw and chapped. You looked ill.  

It’s safe to say that when he finally sees you again, he’s relieved. He’s arrived at the cafe just after you, you’re standing in line just a few places ahead. You look good - you look healthy. 

You’re dressed in a striking three-piece pantsuit. It accents both your waist and your curves. It’s professional but also flatteringly feminine. He can't help the way his eyes roam up and down your body. He can't help the way they linger on the swell of your ass. The outfit suits you exceptionally well. 

Han watches as you reach the counter and greet the barista by name. You order your customary vanilla latte to-go and move to the waiting area. His lips form a pout when he realizes that means you won't be sitting down. Where is she going looking like that, he wonders. 

When it's his turn at the counter, he orders two iced Americanos and a smoothie for Chan, and moves to stand next to you at the drink receiving area. He studies you closer. 

Your hair is neatly pulled back into a ponytail. Round wire-framed glasses sit atop your nose giving you a very studious look. He can see a few freckles dusting your cheek bones. Your lips are pink and full and look so soft, not nearly as chapped as the last time he saw you.  He’s standing close enough to you that he can lightly smell your perfume. It’s a floral jasmine mix with a hint of musky amber and bergamot. It’s heady but not heavy. It’s intoxicating. 

He is startled out of his thoughts, his thoughts about you, when both of your drink orders are called. You grab your drink and head for the door. By the time he grabs his drinks and places them in a carrier, you’ve disappeared onto the street. 

You had stopped going to the cafe after about a month because you still hadn’t received any interviews or job offers. The freelance work you were able to pick up was barely enough to cover your rent. You were no longer confident in your decision to move here. You were stressed and alone and it was wearing on your health. 

Then one Thursday afternoon you received a call from an unknown number. 

“Yeoboseyo? Is this Miss Y/N? I'm calling from JYP Entertainment regarding the Interpreter position you applied for. Are you available for an interview tomorrow?”

You were shocked. JYP Entertainment was just one of the many companies that you applied to and since they were one of the big names, you didn’t really expect to hear back from them. And yet they were the first company to reach out to you. You could barely contain your excitement while you responded “Yes, I'm Y/N. Thank you. I would love to come in for an interview!” You briefly discussed the details and ended the call with an interview scheduled for 8 am the following morning.

That was how you found yourself standing in front of the JYP Entertainment building, at 7:50 am with your latte in hand. You are thankful that the company is close to the cafe because you’re gripping the cup like it’s your lifeline. Maybe in a way it is - the warm drink in your hand is comforting. You take a deep grounding breath before entering the building and announcing yourself at the front desk.

After a few minutes you are escorted up to one of the meeting rooms on the upper floors. Inside, seated at a conference table, is Park Jin Young, JYP himself, along with another woman. Placing your cup down, you bow at 90 degrees and greet them both. 

“Hello. My name is Y/N L/N. It's nice to meet you!!”

“Hello, Miss Y/N. Thank you for agreeing to meet us today. Please sit,” he gestures toward a seat opposite him and then glances down at the papers on the table in front of him. “I see that you applied to be one of our interpreters for English and/or Japanese.”

“Yes sir, that is correct,” you respond as you take a seat. 

“You have quite an impressive resume here. I have one of our Japanese speakers with me to test your conversational skills, if you don't mind.”

“I don't mind,” you respond in Korean before easily transitioning to Japanese. You first re-introduce yourself before falling into an easy conversation with the other employee. You talk about some of the professional aspects of the job before moving on to some more personal details, like pets and hobbies. After about 10 minutes of conversing, the other employee ends the conversation and nods to JYP. 

“Very good, Miss Y/N. Your conversational skills appear to be more than adequate. I think you would be a great addition to our team of interpreters. However,” he says before pausing. 

Your heart which was beginning to swell with excitement faltered as you waited for him to continue. Your thoughts raced ahead - what wasn’t good enough?

“With your minor in music theory and production I think you may actually be better qualified for one of our new artist manager positions.”

Wait, what? You can’t help the way your mouth falls open in shock.

“With Stray Kids’ growing popularity and global presence we want to expand their management team for better support. You are proficient in Korean, Japanese, and English which is a great asset for travel and international interviews. With your music education you can also assist with production and recording if necessary,” JYP finishes explaining with a smile. 

At some point during the explanation you managed to close your mouth and reign in your shock. You take a drink of your latte before speaking. 

“This sounds like an amazing opportunity, sir…” you pause as something occurs to you. “I’d also like to be upfront with the fact that I am a Stay. I've been following Stray Kids since their debut. Will that be a problem, sir?”

JYP chuckles a little before responding. “In this case I think it's actually a benefit. If you’ve been watching them since the beginning, you're familiar with their dynamics and their music.” 

He hands you a manila folder. “Here is our job offer and some other minor legal documents. I understand if you need some time to think this over, but we'd really like to onboard you as early as next week.”

You smile as you accept the folder. You take a moment to adjust your glasses before beginning to read the contents. You take your time to thoroughly examine the documents. The first page is the job offer itself which states your responsibilities as a manager. You are surprised to see that the salary is quite a bit higher than you could have anticipated. Another document  details the benefits offered by JYPE. There is also a Non-disclosure Agreement which, if you're going to be working with idols like Stray Kids, is unsurprising.

After taking nearly half an hour to inspect the contents, you look up from the folder with a satisfied smile. You reach for a pen and sign the job offer acceptance before sliding it across the table. 

“Thank you, sir. This is a very generous offer and I am honored to accept.” 

He claps his hands again with a smile. “Wonderful news! We'd like to onboard you and introduce you to the team as soon as possible,” he says before glancing at this watch. “Unfortunately, it’s a bit short notice to do that today. Would you be available to come back to meet everyone tomorrow around noon?”

“Yes, of course. I look forward to it” you say.

The three of you stand from your seats and he says, “I believe our meeting for today has concluded then. Welcome to the team!”

You bow again and say “Thank you. Goodbye and please stay well!”

After seeing you again at the cafe, Jisung can't get you off his mind. You looked and smelled exquisite. He wants to get to know you so badly - he wants to know who you are and what you like and dislike. 

When he entered the company earlier, he thought he saw someone who looked like you waiting at the front desk. But he was already running late to meet the others so he couldn’t take a closer look. The rest of the day and week are packed with schedules and he promptly forgets about it. 

That evening Chan gathers everyone together and announces that a new artist manager is being added to their entourage. You will be introduced to all of them tomorrow. He explains that you will be around to assist with their day to day activities, music product, and will be one of their main managers for international tours and events. 

The next day you wake up mid-morning after taking yourself out to dinner to celebrate last night. It was kind of depressing celebrating by yourself, but you made do. You might have drank a bit more than you meant to as a result, hence the late start. 

You don't have too much time before meeting Stray Kids, so you drag yourself out of bed and head to the shower to start your day. You dress in stockings, a black silk sleeveless blouse, and houndstooth pencil skirt with a matching blazer. You leave your hair in its natural waves but pull half of it back with a clip. You move through your skincare routine before carefully putting some makeup on. You don’t always wear it, but first impressions matter to you. Especially first impressions with your idols.

By the time you finish getting ready, you only have about half an hour. You decide that you will get a coffee at the cafe and grab an assortment of pastries to share with the members. So, you slip on some heeled boots and head out the door.

At the cafe, you order your usual vanilla latte, iced this time, and a selection of croissants, muffins, and little coffee cakes. The barista carefully places all the items in a pastry box and hands it over. You carefully balance your coffee in one hand and the box in the other and head towards JYPE. 

You can’t help but be nervous as you walk down the street. You never expected to be an artist manager for any group, let alone for a big group like Stray Kids. What if they don’t like you? What if you’re not good enough? So many “what ifs” circle your mind. 

Like the day before, when you reach JYPE you check in at the front desk and are asked to wait a few minutes for someone to come down and escort you. You are not surprised when it is Bang Chan himself who comes to get you. 

He, on the other hand, is quite surprised when he sees you. He didn’t expect their new artist manager to be someone so young, or so beautiful. He can’t help the way his eyes flick up and down your body appreciatively before stopping at your face. He’s seen your face before. 

His eyes widen ever so slightly when he realizes where he’s seen your face before. He saw you at the cafe a few times. You were the one who was dancing to God's Menu. The one that caught the eye of every single one of his members, especially Han’s. Shit. Is Han gonna freak out?

While awkwardly holding the pastry box in one hand and your coffee in the other you manage to bow and say “Hello. It’s nice to meet you!”

“Hello,” Chan says with a warm smile before holding out his hands, “please allow me.”

Despite your protests that you can manage just fine, he takes the pastry box from you and gestures for you to follow after him. He leads you upstairs silently. Although you just met, the silence feels comfortable, more friendly than awkward. 

He stops outside.a practice room. Even through the door, you can hear the rowdiness that awaits in the room. Chan gives you a sheepish smile, “they can be a little crazy, but they mean well. Are you ready?”

You nod your head and he knocks before opening the door and walking in.

Chan left him and the others in their practice room to go get their new manager from the front desk about 10 minutes ago. Since then, his leg has been bouncing up and down while he picks at the cuticles of his fingers. 

His anxiety ticks higher and higher the longer he waits. He doesn't like meeting new people and he doesn't particularly understand why they need a new manager. His thoughts are only interrupted when Minho places a hand on his leg - comforting him, reassuring him.

He takes a deep breath when there is a knock on the door. He looks up when it opens. Chan walks in and locks eyes with him before stepping to the side to allow the new manager to come in. 

His mouth falls open when he sees that it's you. He’s been thinking of you - pining after you - for weeks and now here you are. 

How mysterious of you.

You follow Bang Chan into the room. They all line up before you. You bow politely and introduce yourself, “Hello. My name is Y/N and I look forward to working with you all.”

The boys line up to give their traditional greeting, “Hana, dul, Step Out! Hello, we are Stray Kids!” They all bow in unison before each member steps forward to introduce themselves individually.

“Hi I’m Bang Chan, Chan, or Chris.”

“I’m Lee Know or Minho.”

“Seo Changbin!”

“I’m Hwang Hyunjin.”

When it gets to Han, his brain simply short-circuits. “I- I- I’m…” he stutters. He flushes in embarrassment and his breathing picks up. “I can’t do this,” he mumbles and runs out of the room past you. 

Everyone stands still in shock and there is a heavy moment of silence before Minho excuses himself and follows after him. You can’t help but wonder if you said or did something wrong. 

Felix is the first to break the silence with his deep voice. “I’m Lee Felix, or Yongbok. That was Han Jisung - he can, uh, get very anxious meeting new people. I'm sure he'll be back in a few.” He smiles at you reassuringly. 

Seungmin scoffs lightly. “I guess we're just continuing on then. I’m Kim Seungmin.” 

Jeongin introduces himself last, with his signature fox-eyed smile. “Hi Noona! I’m I.N. or Jeongin. I look forward to working with you.”

With introductions complete, Chan holds up the box and says “Y/N was kind enough to bring us some treats from the cafe! Please enjoy them and get to know her a little. I’m going to go check on Minho and Jisung.”

Chan finds both of his missing members in their recording studio where Jisung is crouched in the corner, clearly in distress. He’s grabbing his hair with both fists and his eyes are red-rimmed when he looks up. “Hyungs! What do I do?” he wails. “I’ve made such a fool of myself in front of her. I was just anxious, what if she thinks I hate her?”

Chan crouches down next to him and pats his head. “She doesn’t think that, Sungie. Felix told her you have trouble meeting new people sometimes.”

“Of all people, why did our new manager have to be her?” he moans. “I’ve been thinking of her for weeks! It's so embarrassing” he whines. “She’s literally the girl of my dreams. How can I even face her now?”

Chan shares a knowing look with Minho before standing up and offering a hand to help him up. “Let’s start by going back and saying hi. Everything else can come after.” 

After Chan leaves the practice room to find Minho and Jisung, you take a seat with the remaining members. They all thank you for the pastries and help themselves while you sip your coffee. 

Just a few minutes later, the door to the practice room opens and Chan, Minho, and Han enter. Han gives you a sheepish, lopsided smile and bows. “Hello, I'm Han Jisung. I- I'm sorry about earlier.” He rubs the back of his neck, “I, uh, got overwhelmed… and embarrassed...” he trails off with an awkward chuckle. 

“It's nice to meet you, Han,” you smile at him reassuringly. You definitely understand being overwhelmed and embarrassed. “Would you all like to hear a bit about me?” you ask, looking around at all the others. 

They all nod, so you begin with your love of music and how the Kpop scene had caught both your eyes and ears as a teen. Inspired, you made it your dream to come here to Seoul. Although you are a native English speaker, you developed a passion for languages over time. With your main focus on Korean and Japanese, you explain how you originally wanted to be an Interpreter. Hearing this, Felix is excited to talk to another native English speaker and Minho asks to practice his Japanese with you. 

Chan asks you how long you’ve been here in Seoul. You say you’ve only been here for a couple months. You graduated from Uni and immediately moved across the world by yourself. You mention how you haven’t really had the time to explore the city, but you frequent the cafe nearby. Several members notice how you smile a bit wistfully as you think about how hard you had to work, and how hard it's been by yourself. 

The wistfulness dissipates as you casually mention that you’ve been a Stay since their debut. Describing how you find solace in their music and let it ground through some of the tougher times. You fix your eyes to the ground, not wanting to see their reactions. You can barely believe you have been given this opportunity. While you're excited to work with them, you're immensely embarrassed by how much information you just shared. 

You mingle with the members for about half an hour. For their part, the boys are impressed with how hard you've clearly worked to get here. They're all welcoming, and eager to ask you various questions. They all feel an urge to protect you. 

While Han doesn't really contribute to the conversation, you often find his eyes on you. You won’t ever have to be alone again, Y/N, he thinks. 

The boys, as you refer to them collectively, eventually had to actually start dance practice. Chan kindly welcomed you to stay and watch, so you did. It was simply incredible to witness the passion and dedication of each member up close. You were fascinated by the strength and precision with which they move their bodies. 

That night your thoughts are as plagued with Jisung as his are with you. You lay awake staring at the ceiling. Your thoughts drifting to the way you kept finding Han’s soft brown eyes on you throughout your meeting. Even during their dance practice, he had looked at you - you had met his eyes in the mirror several times. 

Thinking about his gaze now makes your skin heat. Your eyes flutter shut as you think about how good he looked - how tiny his waist looked as he moved. Your breathing hitches as you think of how his hips turned and rolled with their dance moves. Your body heats further as your thoughts spiral.   

You’re feeling desperate. You haven’t been touched in so long - by either your hands or another’s. Fueled by your thoughts of Jisung, you begin thumbing over a nipple while the hand other snakes down your body to slide into your sleep shorts. You can already feel some wetness seeping out.

You slide a finger through your folds to gather your slick before lightly circling your clit. You lightly pinch and roll your nipple - imagining it's Han’s mouth. A soft moan falls from your mouth. Pleasure pools at your center and ripples outward as you rub faster.

Imagining his fingers, you dip your own into your core. First one, then two fingers stroking - sliding in and out. Every so often, you return to your clit. Strumming yourself higher, tension coiling inside you. 

Your free hand pinches and pulls at your nipples. Eventually you sink three fingers into yourself, desperately seeking the stretch your pussy aches for. You stroke your fingers faster until you finally find your release, legs tensing as the pleasure coiled inside you unwinds. Your walls clench and pulse around your fingers.

As you come down from your high “Jisung” falls from your lips in a whisper.

Later, you'll feel guilty. He's an idol and you're his manager. And what you just did was inappropriate. 

But right now you feel sated for the first time in a long time. You manage to get to the bathroom to clean yourself up before relaxing into the covers. Sleep comes to you quickly now.

You’re on Han’s mind more than ever. Now you’re more than “the girl at the cafe.” He met you and talked to you. You’re intelligent, passionate about music (their music) and oh so fucking beautiful. Since dance practice ended Jisung has been holed up in his room scribbling lyrics nonstop. 

He finishes his lyrics in the middle of the night, runs to Chan’s room and bangs open the door. “Channie hyung!” he exclaims. “I wrote a song but I want your help making a beat.” He hands him his scribbled lyrics. “It’s a sexy concept.”

Chan hums and nods while he reads the lyrics. When he finishes he asks “this song is about Y/Nie?” 

“Mhm,” he hums affirmatively. 

“You’re down bad, Sungie,” Chan teases.

He flushes and groans, flopping onto Chan’s bed. “I know.”

The room falls silent save for Chan’s clicking as he samples different beats for the track. Although he is the one who asked for help, Han has mostly fallen asleep on Chan’s bed when he speaks up. 

“You’ll have to be careful, you know? I won’t stop you from pursuing her, but be careful.”

Your first few weeks as a manager for Stray Kids are busy but uneventful. Your day to day activities vary from learning to manage the kids schedules to sitting in on their studio or dance practice sessions. 

Everyone, at a minimum, is welcoming and polite to you. Some of the members, like Minho, Seungmin, and Jeongin are more aloof. They greet you, and answer any questions you might have, but don't go out of the way to interact with you. 

Chan, Changbin, and Hyunjin are pretty neutral towards you. Friendly but strictly professional. Chan is usually stressed and almost always in leader or producer mode. Changbin is friendly but if he's not in the studio or at dance practice, he's usually in the gym. And Hyunjin gravitates more towards his art or dance than you. 

On the other hand Lix and Ji, as you have begun to call Felix and Jisung, warmed up to you immediately. You understand why Stays call them the sunshine twins. Their contagious energy is bright and playful. They are generally found trying to make you laugh or being physically affectionate. They also never hesitated to call you noona, even though you didn't ask them to.

Jisung, especially, seems to find reasons to be around you. One day he brought you a vanilla latte and croissant from the cafe when he went out to get drinks for the rest of 3racha. You were so surprised he knew your favorite order and you flashed him your brightest smile. Since then you often find little treats or drinks at your desk. 

Whenever you are in the same room together - and you are often in the same room whether the studio or the practice room - you feel the weight of his gaze. You know it should make you uncomfortable, you're his manager, but you find it does the opposite.

Under his gaze your body heats and desire pools low in your belly. You find yourself thinking of him in inappropriate ways - imagining his fingers sliding over your body instead of his eyes. Imagining the coolness of his rings against your heated flesh. Your mind often gets the better of you and you find yourself subtly squeezing your thighs together in an effort to find release. 

You often return home to your apartment with wet panties and a knot in your stomach of pent up sexual frustration. You frequently give in to your fantasies, bringing yourself to climax in the shower, in the bath, in your bed. Imagining that the fingers stroking through your folds, sinking inside your pussy are his instead of yours. 

It is much the same for Han. 

The time he spends around you in the studio and practice room is agonizing. His eyes are on you constantly - studying your body, your mannerisms, your reactions. He learns early on that you're very expressive. He loves bringing you treats or drinks just to see your smile light up the room. He loves cracking jokes and goofing around with the others just to hear you laugh.

The way you dress drives him crazy - each outfit highlights your body and its curve in the most tantalizing ways. They are always professional, even if they aren’t necessarily demure. On many occasions his thoughts drift away to daydreams of undressing you and worshiping at the temple that is your body. Usually he can control himself, on occasion he has had to excuse himself to the bathroom, hiding the tent that has formed in his pants.

In the bathroom, he pulls up his shirt, holding it between his teeth while he pulls down his pants freeing his leaking cock. He leans against the wall with one hand and spreads his precum around the head of his cock with the thumb of the other. His eyes squeeze shut as he slowly sinks his fist down his shaft. 

His breath hisses out around the shirt in his mouth. He strokes slowly once. Twice. Thrice. Biting back his moans he strokes faster and faster until it’s more efficient to fuck into his fist. He whines as his climax hits and he spills over his hand. 

Breathing hard, he releases his shirt from his mouth. There is a dark patch where his saliva has soaked into the cloth. As his breath slows, he cleans and tucks himself away. After washing his hands, he saunters back to the studio or practice room, wherever he excused himself from.

One day, you’re in the studio with Chan, Jisung, and Changbin. This wasn’t unusual - 3Racha frequently invited you into their studio to listen to their new tracks ever since your first week when you had helped them fix a track. You reflect on how you had thought you ruined it all.

You were sitting unobtrusively in the corner of their studio listening to them mix a beat. You knew they were talented but their skills still blew you away. However, they had been arguing about a particular section of the track for about 5 minutes before you blurted out a few off-hand suggestions.

You slapped your hand over your mouth in disbelief and they all turned to you in shock. Chan’s brow furrows and your heart sinks. There's a long moment of silence, broken when you say, “I'm sorry, that was out of line,” your voice wavering. 

Certain that you’ve ruined everything, tears form in the corners of your eyes. You’re not sure what you’re going to do but you need to get out of here. You stand, gathering your laptop, and beeline it for the door. Your hand is on the door handle when Chan finally speaks up. “Where are you going? Aren't you going to help us?”

Your thoughts are disrupted by Chan and Changbin standing up announcing they needed a break and were heading to the gym. That leaves you with Jisung. Alone. You miss the pointed look Chan gives Jisung as they head out the door. 

The door clicks shut behind Chan and Changbin leaving behind resounding silence. Jisung takes a deep inhale of your heady jasmine scent, which has slowly filled the small studio. With a soft but determined voice he speaks up. 

“Manager Y/N ssi, there’s a song I wanted to share with you. Will you listen?”

Intrigued, you nod and a few clicks later the sensual tones of Wow start playing. 

You’re drawn in first by the electro bass tone. You can feel it resonating with your body, in your body. You close your eyes to really focus on the music. You’re so engrossed in the song, you don’t even notice that Jisung has leaned over close to you until his breath fans against your ear. 

He whispers. “I bet you’re wondering who the song is about, noona - I can call you noona, right?” 

His breath tickles against your ear and you can't help the shiver that crawls down your spine, nor the goosebumps that spread over your skin. You can already feel your skin begin to flush just in response to his proximity. You discreetly press your thighs together as you feel a pulse of desire. You clear your throat but your voice betrays you and you can only nod.

“I wrote this for you, Noona. This is the way you make me feel - from the very first time I saw you to even now” His voice is soft and husky. His hand comes up to cup your chin, the cold metal of his rings a stark contrast to your flushed face. “You're so beautiful,” he croons. Still gripping your chin, he turns your head to face him. His half-lidded eyes meet yours, his pupils are blown wide with desire.

You gasp and close your own eyes as the pulse of desire grows to a steady thrum. Stifling a moan you press your thighs together again. His full lips curve into a smirk as he slides his other hand between your lush thighs. He squeezes a thigh gently before slowly sliding his hand higher. 

Your breath hitches and you can feel the arousal beginning to leak from you. He stops when his fingertips are just a hair's breadth from your black lacy panties. 

“Do you want this, noona? Do you want me? You can say no at any time.” His voice is lower. Desperate. 

“Please, Jisung,” you moan. “I want you. I want this.” And you do. Your panties have grown damp, and your clit already throbs with need. You shift your legs open to give him better access. “Please touch me.” 

The words barely pass your lips before his lips are crashing down on them. His lips are soft and he kisses you with a fervent passion. He gently licks at your lower lip, asking for entrance. You hum in approval and part your lips. His tongue presses into your mouth and dances together with yours - licking, caressing, tasting. 

As he deepens the kiss, you bring your hands to the back of his neck, drawing him closer. At the same time, Han finally brushes his fingers over your panties and you whimper at the contact. 

“Fuck noona, you're so wet,” he groans. “Your panties are soaked. All this for me?” he asks breathlessly. Pushing your panties to the side he swipes a finger through your folds gathering your wetness.

You gasp as he makes contact with your clit and rubs gentle circles. “Yes, Ji!” you moan. “All for you.” 

His lips return to yours as he eases a finger into you. You moan at the intrusion. It's been so long since you had anything but your own fingers inside of you. He slowly pumps it in and out, stroking your walls until he feels you slick up more.

He pulls his lips away from yours. “Do you think you can take another?” 

You pant and roll your hips against his hand in response.

He presses a second finger into you and you throw your head back. As he works his fingers in and out he spreads them apart, slowly scissoring you open. You moan wantonly, your pussy absolutely dripping. 

He increases the speed of his fingers and your pleasure climbs higher and higher. He presses soft kisses down your neck, careful not to leave a mark.

“Ji- Ji-” you pant, barely able to form a coherent thought, let alone a sentence. 

Your walls are fluttering and gripping his fingers. “Your cunt is sucking my fingers back in,” he mumbles in awe, more to himself than you. 

He crooks his fingers seeking that spongy spot deep inside you. When he finds it, he presses into it with each stroke of his fingers until you’re quivering in the chair. “I can feel how close you are. Will you cum for me, noona?” he asks as he presses his thumb to your clit. 

It's the last bit of stimulation you need to tip over the precipice. Your legs lock and quiver as your back arches and you fall apart with a cry. Your pussy pulses and gushes around his fingers as he continues thrusting his fingers at a languid pace, helping you through your high. 

Han has always thought you were gorgeous. But looking at your face while you're at the height of your pleasure?  He doesn't think you've ever been more beautiful. The image of your flushed face with eyes squeezed shut and mouth slack will be seared into his brain for eternity. 

His cock is hard as steel and leaking copious amounts of precum into his boxer briefs. It's truly a wonder he hasn't cum in his pants already. 

As your orgasm fades, he finally withdraws his fingers from your pussy. He sucks them into his mouth. His eyes flutter shut and he makes the sweetest moan. Your essence tastes exquisite - sweet but with a perfect amount of tang. One day, if you let him, he'll drink it straight from the source. He is certain he could spend forever between your thighs, but right now he needs to be inside of you. 

You watch as Jisung withdraws from you. Your slick clings to him and forms a thin strand between his fingers. You watch as he brings his fingers to his mouth and cleans them with his tongue. His eyes flutter shut and he moans. Your empty cunt clenches around nothing when he moans. It is possibly the single hottest thing you’ve witnessed a partner do.

You drop your eyes to where his cock is straining against his pants. You reach out a hand to cup him and he hisses. Heat radiates through his clothing. Emboldened by his reaction you squeeze gently. He whimpers. You can feel how he throbs with each passing heartbeat. 

You undo the button of his jeans and tug the fly open before sliding your hand inside. He's rock hard and leaking. You slide your thumb over his slit, gathering and spreading his copious amount of precum around. Wrapping your fingers around his cock you jerk him a few times, twisting your wrist as you pass over his leaking tip.

He practically growls - grasping your wrist and removing your hand before picking you up. He moves over to the studio’s couch and lays you down gently before climbing on top of you.

He wastes no time undressing you. He connects his lips to yours in a passionate kiss while his hands slide your skirt and panties down your legs. Breaking the kiss briefly, he pulls them free from your feet and lets them fall unceremoniously to the floor.

His lips reconnect to yours while his fingers begin unbuttoning your blouse, pushing it open. Pulling back, he drinks in the sight of your black lace bra and moans appreciatively. He hooks a finger into the front and tugs it down until your breasts spill free.

He attaches his lips to one of your breasts and begins suckling at it, laving the nipple with his tongue until it stiffens into a tight peak. Satisfied, he switches to the other. He catches the nipple with his teeth - biting and tugging. All the while, he pinches and rolls your other nipple between his thumb and forefinger, tugging here and there. 

You gasp at the searing bolt of pleasure it sends straight to your pussy. Your neglected clit throbs and your rock your hips seeking friction.

“So responsive, noona,” Ji breathes out. “I bet I could make you cum just like this.”

You whine and shift your hips more. 

Compared to you, Jisung is wearing far too much clothing. With fumbling hands you pull his shirt over his head and it joins your clothes on the floor. His body is soft but toned. You run your fingers appreciatively down the planes of his abdomen. You can feel the muscles tense underneath your touch. 

You push his pants down his thighs and he finishes shucking them off. When he returns to his kneeling position between your thighs, you look up at him through your lashes. He looks gorgeous - godly even. His golden skin glistens with a thin sheen of sweat. His cock stands proud against his abdomen - long with just enough girth. The tip is red and leaking. 

You lick your lips, “Ji-, I need to feel you. I need to feel you inside of me,” you practically beg.

You eagerly watch as he grips the base of his cock, but instead of lining it up with your entrance, he slaps it against your bundle of nerves. You gasp in surprise and then moan as he ruts his hips forward into yours. He slides himself through your slick folds once, twice, thrice. His head catches on your clit each time and you whine, clenching uselessly around empty air. 

“Please, Jisung!” you beg, canting your hips up to meet his.

He takes mercy on you and himself and lines himself up. He sheathes himself inside you, all the way to the hilt. The tip of his cock kisses your cervix and you both moan.

“Shit, noona, you feel so fucking good,” he mumbles. “So tight and wet.”

You slide your arms around his neck and pull him closer as he starts to slowly rock in and out of you. You pull him in for a messy kiss before trailing open-mouthed kisses down his neck. As much as you wish to lick and suck, you refrain - taking care not leave any marks. 

He pulls back from you slightly in order to take a nipple into his mouth again. You arch your back and roll your hips to meet his. His thrusts are strong and steady and you moan every time he bottoms out. “Ji- fuck- ao good- nnngh.”

He releases your nipple from his mouth and extends his arms to full length. You slide your hands down around his biceps and grip tightly as you feel your orgasm building. You tilt your head up to look at him - even in your hazy, lust-filled state you can’t help but acknowledge his good looks. The way his hair sticks to the sweat at his temples. The way his mouth pops open as you clench down around him. 

“I’m close, Jisung!” you pant.

Propping himself with just one arm, Jisung snakes a hand between your bodies to find your clit. His fingers only circle the bundle nerves twice before you’re falling over the edge. 

Your mouth falls open in a silent scream and your back arches. Jisung tries to keep fucking your through your high, but your walls clamp down like a vice and his hips stutter.

“Shit, Noona, you’re too tight,” he gasps. “I’m gonna cum, can I cum inside? Please, please, please,” be begs. 

You have enough wherewithal left to nod and that’s all it takes. He buries himself deep inside and you feel his cock pulse and twitch, filling you with his cum. 

He more or less collapses on top of you, and you giggle and say, “wow, was it that good, Sungie?” 

He nods and lays his head on your chest. You wrap your arms around him and hold him close. 

You stay like that for a few minutes before he pulls out and stands up. “Let’s find you something to clean up with,” he says as he looks around the room. “There should be some takeout napkins around here somewhere…”

You sit up and watch him move around the room. You admire his naked form as he didn’t bother putting on his clothes first. Eventually he exclaims “Aha!” and triumphantly holds up a handful of napkins. You giggle again and he flashes you a lopsided grin. 

You and Jisung clean yourselves up and get dressed before you excuse yourself to the bathroom. In the bathroom you do your business and clean yourself up a little more. As you’re washing your hands, your study reflection in the mirror. 

Your face is flushed, and you can’t stop smiling. You can’t believe you just did that! You had sex! With Han Jisung! One of your idols! You’re not really sure what it means for your future, so all you can do is splash some cold water on your face and the back of your neck and try not to think about it too much. 

You return to the studio and sit next to Jisung who smiles at you kindly and asks, “did you want to listen to the song again?”

You nod and you get about halfway through the song before Chan and Changbin return. 

They look at you and Jisung sitting next to each other and say, “man you really went at it. It reeks of sex in here!”

You face flames red and you look mortified, but before you can even begin to panic or apologize Chan says, “Don’t worry about a thing, Y/N. We encouraged Sungie to make a move, and this doesn’t have to change a thing. You let us worry about the company.”

A/N: This is the first fic I've done based on a request. I hope you like it @kayleefriedchicken, I'm sorry it took so long. I'm really not a fast writer by any means. Also, I don't have a tag list yet, but if you find you've been liking what I've been writing, I would be happy to start one up. Love you all, my dear readers.

[t4twnyclaw]

Bluestar x Thrushpelt kits?

I meshed this with Blue X Thistle and Snow X Oak.

Left to Right, Whiteswan, Myrtlefall (Thistle X Blue), Daisyface and Jayfur. REQUESTS ARE CLOSED

[nonsenseflower]

Moh needs $35 to pay his outstanding bills! Can anyone pitch in anything to help him?

Moh's instagram: moh.r.90

Family 260 with paliliberation

Moh and his family need help urgently! Their campaign has slowed significantly, and Moh's phone is broken, which was a vital lifeline. Moh also has outstanding bills to pay before the end of the month. Any shares and donations are massively appreciated!

Family #260 with Paliliberation 🇵🇸

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Stxeli: Silly demon

Here is another chapter to keep you guys occupied while I type the next request! Enjoy!

Stxeli series

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“Hhhmmmhhmm~” Stxeli hums in content as she returns home from her little yovo adventure. Harvesting a good amount, many will eat well tonight. As she passes by, many greet her, some gifting her little trinkets or snacks. All that stxeli happily accepts and gives them yovo in gratitude. 

Arriving at her home, making sure the fruits are away from direct sunlight and in a cool nook, stxeli snacks on one of her gifts. There is still plenty of daylight left, her mother doesn't need her assistance and her father is important with his duties. Neytiri, her poor big sister, left to teach the ugly demon. 

So what can she do now?

“What to do, what to do…” stxeli wonders as she walks around the village. Doing bits here and there, helping young mothers or playing with children around her age. Even helped one of the girls to braid her long hair. A skill stxeli is coming to be an expert at. Her family can proudly tell. 

“Stxeli!” 

She turns around to see Tsu'tey running up to her. Greeting each other, she smiles. 

“Hi tsu’tey! Aren't you going to train the others?” stxeli asks. 

Tsu’tey nods but grins a bit mischievous, “yes, we are going to ride the pali’s, would you like to come?” he offers. 

Stxeli loves pali riding, but the logical side of her speaks, “I love to, but I don't want to get in the way of your training” 

“You won't, your sister is already there with the demon” 

That instantly clicked in her mind, understanding tsu’tey now. Her grin matching his own, stxeli raises her arms up. 

“Up please!” 

“Again!” Neytiri demands, her patience running thin. 

Jake sighs tiredly, getting up from the ground groaning in pain and exhaustion. To think riding a pali would be easy. Not everything is easy in Pandora, Jake guesses. If this is the easier part, he fears the future challenges he has to face. 

“Get up!” Neytiri looks down at him, showing her very obvious disapproving look. 

“I'm up, I'm up” Jake says. 

Getting back onto his feet, dusting himself off, “I know you are making this difficult for me, isn't there a better way?” he asks. 

“No, now try again” short and straightforward, something jake is taking notes about neytiri. 

He does again, this time he succeeds on getting on top of his pali, calming down the creature, he bonds with her. It felt odd yet amazing,  he can feel what the pali is feeling, feeling her heartbeat. Gathering the courage to go further, “HYAH!” he yelps, only for the thrust of the pali to be too quick. 

He falls once more, his face meeting mud. 

It took a lot of strength from neytiri to not laugh at his failure. 

Groaning in pain again, jake suddenly hears the sound of multiple hoof sounds. All coming to his direction.  So getting up and turning he sees none other than Tsu'tey and his students. Along with a tiny someone. 

“You should go away!” Tsu'tey sneers at jake. Speaking in clear english. 

“No, you’d miss me” jake talks back, a bit in a joking manner as he gets closer to tsu’tey. By instinct, tsu’tey turns his pali to cover stxeli from jake’s eyes. 

Ignoring what the warrior is doing, jake points at him, “I knew you speak english” 

Neytiri walks to jake, gently guiding the pali back. Tsu’tey speaks something to neytiri, something jake doesn't understand but chuckles it off.

“He will not learn. A stone can see better. Look at him” tsu’tey tells neytiri, who just smiles. Shaking her head, she gives jake a little break to clean himself off. Jake happily does. 

“What are you doing here? I told you I don't want you to be anywhere near him” neytiri asks as she sees stxeli sitting comfortably in front of tsu’tey, while munching on some yovo fruit. 

“He offered!” stxeli was quick to point at tsu’tey. 

Neytiri glares at tsu’tey, grunting disapprovingly. 

“Are you two just here to watch Jake fail and laugh at him?” 

“Yes” her sister and friend both answer quickly and honestly. 

Sighing, neytiri places a hand on stxlie’s leg, “sister, please be careful, you as well tsu’tey. If she is joining you, then you will be fully responsible of her while I am busy”. 

Tsu’tey nods, “she is always safe with me,” he reminds.

While keeping a safe distance, stxeli was enjoying her time. Seeing the dream walker fail time and time again was very amusing. And the silly faces he makes! He may be ugly but his goofy falls make up for it. 

However, because of the constant failures, it is getting on Neytiri's nerves. Clearly the dream walker is not improving at all. 

“Bah! You are pathetic! You will never learn like this!” Neytiri shouts in frustration. Up on one of the branches, stxeli was observing the whole ordinal. Neytiri is looking a lot like their father when angry. Down to furrowing their eyes. 

Jake was huffing and puffing, exhausted beyond his capability. 

“Done, we are done for today. Bathe yourself! You reek!” Neytiri shouts as she walks away. 

“Stupid dreamwalker, stupid ugh!” Neytiri mutters in frustration as she chops the vegetables. The other na’vi kept their distance so as to not tip her anger even more. Mo’at took notice of neytiri’s emitting anger, and how it is frightening the others. Before she can ask, stxeli appear beside her. 

“Tsmuke is mad because the alien constantly fails. He is not improving sa’nu” mo’at’s youngest tells. Now finally understanding the situation. 

“You go on ahead, do what you like until dinner” mo’at says, nodding happily, stxeli leaves. 

Taking a deep breath, the tsahik gets up from her position to go speak with her eldest child. Knowing how much she takes after her father, mo’at prepares for a long talk

“DAMN IT!” Jake curses out in anger. 

Once again Jake falls on his ass from trying to ride a pali. Groaning out in anger, he slams his fist against the ground. 

“The hell am I doing wrong?” He asks out. Letting his voice echo throughout the forest. 

“Theenk tu demon!” a voice was heard. 

Jake turned around, his ears twitching, trying to search for the voice. It sounded like a little child speaking, with a very heavy accent. 

“Hello….?” he calls out. 

“Theenk na’vi!” the voice speaks out again. 

Jake gets up, trying to find the source, “where the hell are you?” 

“STAY AWAY!” the voice screeches. 

Jake does so, feeling very confused. “Ok, ok I won't move” 

“Theenk na’vi!” the voice repeats. 

Aaaah, Jake now understands. Grinning a bit, he asks, “are you helping me?” 

“Halp tsumke” the voice replies. 

The voice no doubt belongs to neytiri’s “little sister”. The child, Jake suspects, is a human. Neytiri and the other na’vi would do their best to hide her from his view. Seems the child is doing the same. 

“Halp you, halp tsmuke” the child’s English was very broken, can barely understand her words. Her na’vi accent is very thick. 

“Ok…think na’vi you say..” Jake understood more. How the hell does that work? 

Stxeli wanted to slam her whole head against the tree. Why did she think it was a good idea? Any of this? Maybe she was better off with tsu’tey. But seeing neytiri upset didn't sit well with her. No doubt she will be in big trouble for being this close to the demon, and alone non the less. Stxeli would do anything to ease her family’s tension. 

Too bad she didn't think it through that she had to speak in english to the demon. 

English is so hard! 

Stxeli only knows a few words from trying to repeat what her family says. Half the time she doesn't even know what it means. 

That demon better learn the peoples language soon because right now she sounds like a baby. 

“Theenk na’vi! Pali theenk!” the child continues to say. 

Jake tilts his head, trying to code what she meant. 

“Thump…!! To thump! Beating!” 

“Are you talking about heartbeat?” Jake asks. Remembering what neytiri said. Feel the pali’s heartbeat. 

“Theenk na’vi! Pali theenk!” the child continues to say. 

Jake tilts his head, trying to code what she meant. 

“Thump…!! To thump! Beating!” 

“Are you talking about heartbeat?” Jake asks. Remembering what neytiri said. Feel the pali’s heartbeat. 

Looking at the pali, Jake takes a deep breath. Heading over, slowly raising his arms, displaying no threat. The pali takes notice, hesitant at first. 

“Easy…easy girl…” Jake soothes. The pali snorts out, letting jake get closer. 

“Bond! Kuru! Thump!” the child instructs. 

Rolling his eyes, jake carefully gets on the pali, being steady to not scare her. Feeling how calm she is, jake connects his kuru with the pali. Feeling what she is feeling, the thump of her heartbeat, the dirt from her hooves, the air in her nostrils. He can feel it all. 

“Theenk! One! Move!” 

“Ok…” taking it slow, jake thinks of what he wants to do. The pali starts to walk slowly around the area. Even taking a bit of jumps in glee. 

“Woa..!” he smiles, seeing as he has not fallen off to the ground again. 

“Ok let's try it” he mutters, his smile growing. The pali walks a bit faster, then faster, to the point where she begins to run around the area. Feeling her strong legs, her lungs taking deep breaths. It felt great, it was as though it was Jake who was running. 

“Woohoo!!” he cheers. 

“You what?!” mo’at couldn't believe what she just heard. 

Stxeli looked down, feeling guilty. 

“I'm sorry sa’nu! I just didn't want tsmuke to be angry any longer” she tried to excuse. Mo’at wasn't hearing it. When her sweet child told her of how close she was in Jake's proximity, how it was so easy for him to see her. Mo’at was shaking in fear. 

One wrong move, that is all it can take, one wrong move and stxeli would be taken-

“Sa’nu?” 

Stxeli grabs her mothers hands, letting her smaller ones reach her warmth. 

By instinct mo’at pulled stxeli close to her chest, feeling her tiny heartbeat. Quickly it soothes mo’ats anxiety. 

“Ma’ite, that was very reckless of you. If neytiri told you to stay away from him, you do so. He is still considered dangerous ma’ite. I dont want anything terrible happen to you” mo’at says. 

Stxeli huffs a bit, “as if that demon can hurt me. He fell off of the poor pali multiple times” 

“I dont care. From now on you will be either with me, or your sempu. Do you hear me? If jakesully is close, you hide. I am serious ma’ite. Not until he is deemed trustworthy” 

Stxeli nods. However, seeing her mother behave like this is new to her. Not one did her mother display such uneasiness. It worried stxeli very much. 

“Sa’nu? Why are you and everyone so worried that the demon seeing me? Is something wrong with me?” stxeli couldn't help but ask. Mo’at was quick to shake her head, sharing a light kiss on her little head. 

“No, there is nothing wrong with you, my child. There are just things outsiders have no reason to lay their eyes on things that don't concern them”. 

Mo’at holds her child tightly, her golden eyes staring out into the world. Sharp and steady. She may allow Jake to stay in her village, but she will not hesitate to take him out if he ever dares to get close to her little one. 

Aaaaaaaaaand that is it! Hope you all enjoyed this new chapter! Until next time! See ya!

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[togetherhearted]

Good morning, a request please from Apollo x reader (minor Aztec goddess) how does Apollo react, if the reader rejects him because he thinks he is paly boy

I hope it's ok if I wrote in second person. I'm new to Aztec gods and goddesses and I'm a bit afraid I might not portray them well,even if I go look for references and such on the internet.

APOLLO BEING REJECTED

He's not surprised in the slightest when you reject him.Apollo has a large following; mostly of ladies, no way in hell you trust him with your heart. Seeing him surrounded by women always irked you.The smiles threw at you made you feel conscious. Were they real or just to lure you to him? Apollo takes the rejection fair and square. He doesn't protest;he doesn't push and flirts further, knowing that you don't want to be bothered further. This makes him think that he should try to act less flirty and more genuine towards you. Like the water drops on a rock he starts to know you better and let himself be known for his true self. Whenever you'll give him a chance or not only time will tell.

[ncisladaily]

LL Cool J reprises his NCIS: LA role as Sam Hanna in the Monday, April 21, episode of NCIS. And with his return — he appeared on the mothership in the LA backdoor pilot and the three-show crossover with Hawai’i — comes a couple of key updates.

First of all, Sam is no longer with NCIS. After his Elite team was killed in Hawai’i, he requested a leave of absence because he wanted a change of pace. Now, he’s working in D.C., on the Hill, wearing a suit, dealing with bureaucrats, and doing his best to protect democracy. (One senator comes in handy during the case.) It’s a “course correction,” he tells Knight (Katrina Law) when she checks on him, knowing the grief of losing a team (for her, it was her REACT team). He asked to be a voice since politicians don’t see the sacrifices soldiers make. He also has a standing weekend karaoke date with Palmer (Brian Dietzen) and his daughter Victoria; Sam sings “a little,” while Palmer raps, old-school. (Love the nod to LL Cool J’s music career.)

When Knight remarks that Sam’s new position, a lone wolf job, sounds more like something Callen (Chris O’Donnell) would do, he reveals that his partner’s no longer a lone wolf: He and Anna (Bar Paly) are expecting a “new pup”! Sam also provides some news about Jane Tennant (NCIS: Hawai’i‘s Vanessa Lachey) when he brings in pastries for the team at the end: She bakes.

Sonja Flemming / CBS

By the end of the episode, Sam has quit his new job. “Seeing your team, working shoulder to shoulder with them, reminded me how much I missed it,” he explains to Vance (Rocky Carroll). The director remarks, “Well, you always were a team player, like any good SEAL,” and assures him, “There’s always a place for you back at NCIS.” Sam just has some things to take care of first — leading to news about Hetty! “Wouldn’t have anything to do with Hetty, would it? I’ve heard rumors she’s been spotted on the wrong side of the DMZ,” Vance comments, but Sam tells him it’s better he doesn’t know. The “see you around” when McGee (Sean Murray) and Sam say goodbye in passing makes us think this won’t be the last time we see LL Cool J on NCIS.

As for the case, it’s Sam’s badge number that gets him involved: The team’s suspect in the murders of three vets keeps repeating it. He gives his name, Mark Davis, once in interrogation, and Sam can’t believe his friend could be responsible. He trusted him with his life. But, it turns out, the man in interrogation isn’t Mark, but rather, his brother, Roger. Mark’s in trouble, and Sam’s the only person he trusts, so he gives Roger his badge number. While Roger was covered in the victims’ blood, he insists he didn’t kill them — he went to the motel to meet Mark but found them and tried to do CPR — nor did his brother. He wants Sam to find Mark before he ends up dead, too.

Though it does look like Mark could be guilty of murder and Sam worries he’s not the man he remembers, he’s been captured because of his attempt to blow the whistle on a private military company, Iron Horizon, hiring vets and having them protect warlords and other bad guys, which none of them signed up for. (The woman running the employment services charity that led them to Iron Horizon sold Mark out.) Rescuing him leads to Sam, McGee, Knight, and Torres (Wilmer Valderrama) facing off against Russian mercenaries in some brutal hand-to-hand that leaves them all bloody. (To find someone who’s tough for Sam to take down? Impressive.)

Elsewhere, McGee continues to investigate Laroche, but Torres worries that he’s becoming obsessed. McGee hopes to have the proof he needs via a friend at the Department of Justice who is sending an unpublished report with Laroche’s name all over it. Parker (Gary Cole) warns McGee that word of what he’s doing is making its way around the building.

In fact, Vance calls McGee into his office at the end of the episode to talk to him about the file that his friend at the DOJ sent. McGee stumbles over defending himself, but Vance just warns him that he has to be “absolutely certain” that Laroche is guilty of something or they could all get burned. He leaves McGee in his office with the file while he takes a call in MTAC. McGee quickly begins reading.

[ogurek42]

@twojwujo-stanislaw był request i proszę bardzo

Piotrek Małorostek (on/jego)

- bananowe dziecko

- rodzice go obcinają od miski

- dzieli się czipsami tylko z Kubą

- oportunista i plotkara

- jego dziadkowie kolaborowali z rządem komunistycznym

- dumny użytkownik hulajnogi

Ela Ebertowska (ona/jej)

- nie rozpoznasz jej wśród innych lasek z prostymi włosami i przedziałkiem na środku

- tak naprawdę nie jest ruda tylko farbuje

- będzie ci mówić wredne rzeczy słodkim głosem tak że zorientujesz się dopiero po fakcie

- ona nie jest taka jak inne dziewczyny

-pali epy

- razem z Sewerynem obrabia dupę wszystkim w szkole

Seweryn Żmijewski (on/jego)

- jego stary unika płacenia alimentów

- podkochuje się w Eli ale wie że to kurwa więc jej nie mówi i czeka aż mu przejdzie

- ZAWSZE ma tłuste włosy

- jak ci powie że masz nie przychodzić jutro do szkoły to nie przychodź bo cała klasa spisuje od niego chemię i wie do czego jest zdolny

- głęboce nieszczęśliwy

będzie więcej kontentu jak mi się coś urodzi

[semi-imaginary-place]

buddhism in rain world and houseki no kuni (spoilers but you need them anyways)

This week the houseki no kuni rain world overlap is once again breaking my brain. I will say rainworld is more autistic yeah yeah i said hnk is for casuals. Hnk is more dense conceptually and literary wise (like it's basically a buddhist academic analysis in the form of a difficult to comprehend manga), but rain world has the high barrier to entry that you almost need a special interest preoccupation to overcome. Both attract non-binary genders similar to how female mosquitos flock to me. Both are very much "just a little guy" series with themes of bodies and identity. From gems carved to be the same shape by an unintentional tradition started out of an innocent request. To the limitations of the body and how that informs societal role and value, and ultimately self image. To the dissolution of the physical form to embrace fluidity and expression. Scugs just being little non gendered guys. Iterators rotting away in metropolis sized cans. The rain world ancients, bare androgynous bodied but heads covered in elaborate helmets and eyes scratched out in all their art. Bleak desolate post apocalyptic yet beautiful worlds where the human-like precursor species have abandoned the physical world. Highly advanced decadent societies that sought oblivion through the laziest means possible. Built machines to do it for them, outsourcing enlightenment to someone else. And yet in each series a lower life form grasps what these advanced civilizations could not, a simple truth all on their own in accepting their lives as dog and slugcat do what the greatest philosophers could not. Time isn't real.

Both are pretty ambiguous in message like i still don't know what's going on. You better be going into houseki no kuni fluent in japanese, chinese, pali, and have 15 phds in buddhist iconography, pure land buddhist theology, buddhist history, gender theory and also know about japanese idol culture. Ichikawa maybe is critiquing japanese pure land buddhism in it's belief that prayer can lead to the pure land instead of actually internalizing the philosophy and changing one's lifestyle. You have to do the spiritual work yourself and find answers yourself, not have someone else save you or pay your way through like in pure land buddhism. There's a lot of ambiguity in this series like whether the lunarians actually successfully erased themselves or just mixed themselves back into the cosic soup to be reincarnated again one day, my best guess is their grand 10,000 year plan failed. There's also possible critique of the pure land concept too maybe as in the final chapters the pebble gang is still in the same universe, the new planet is still a part of the same universe. But there is the imagery and metaphor of going to the pure land so who knows. My best guess is that the pure land imagery is invoked to say paradise isn't some mystical land, it's already here with us within reach. Also this is ichikawa's second work where the gang leaves the solar system to free themselves of the chains of patriarchy and 2 makes a pattern.

Rain world by its minimalist storytelling nature is simpler or cleaner. It feels like an exploration for the player in concepts of buddhism. Like samsara and karma are interpreted literally through the gameplay loop while in buddhism these don't come into play in a single life time you only see the effects of a life's actions in the next life, things are tallied when you die not as you go. Saint as a bodhisattva is also straightforward. Pretty much everyone's stuck in the world in a state of discontent. The iterators especially are unhappy because they all desire things, they're tied to a duty by creators that have left them behind. The existentialism, the dukha, it's all very buddhist. So I'll skip all that and get to the interesting stuff.

The complexity comes from rain world's people. The portrayal of the ancients/benefactors/creator species in particular fascinates me. And it brings the question whether ascension using void fluid really is this grand holy spiritual completion. Excluding the ending sequence all we know is that no one comes back. The ending sequence maybe have unreliable narrators or represent the slugcats wishes or be non literal, I take them with a grain of salt. Those endings are ominous af. It's important to remember the ancient held beliefs about being trapped in the cycles of the world with the root of that being attachments to the world through the 5 natural desires (violence, gluttony, lust, companionship, self preservation) even before the discovery of void fluid monks were starving themselves and writing about how horrible the world was to live in. While the iterators and ancients are all desperate and suffering trying to die it's the slugcats that find the answer and i dont just mean saint. Gourmand doesn't anguish over being stuck in this world, they let go and live and in this way I'd argue actually get closer to buddhism and what the ancients and iterators try to achieve but fail and end up relying on void fluid for. Gourmand finds one of the answers to life and frees themself from the suffering of the world, they even literally open the path for other slugcats to follow and live their lives. Gourmand lives life counter to ancient philosophy and shows how one can also live outside if buddhism.

Buddhism is inherently existential or since it came first it'd be more accurate to say existentialism is inherently buddhist. One of the key ideas in buddhism is nonself (anatta) in that there is no true self or soul, no divine purpose, you are what you are and you will be what you will be. Change is constant and inevitable, all is impermanent (anicca) and so every person changes and every version is their true self. There is no essence and so there can be no essence proceeding existence. Houseki starts with phos searching for a purpose because they were born with a body that could not perform the taks his society valued. This sparks a journey where phos continuously changes beyond all recognition searching for something he doesn't even know. And I'm not sure there is answer at the end, that there is no definitive meaning to life but life continues anyways, always changing? In rain world natural species no longer exist in this world all substantial species were designed for a purpose and most of those purposes are now obsolete. For the iterators the world is rapidly spinning out if control and leaving them behind. Drastic environmental changes occur through the timeline of the game. Five Pebbles goes from fully functional, creates Rot, deluges the region trying to purge it, has his entire body eaten by rot, and ends up broken in the blizzard covered ruins. For all the iterators their structures are constantly degrading with no way to completely restore them back to new, everything just keeps deteriorating away.

there's a reason most of rain world's fandom consists of autistic trans enbys. Many reasons really.

[phyto54]

Hi hello! I just recently found you and I LOOVVEE YOUR WRITING!! It has me giggling and kicking my feet 😳👉👈 (stay delulu fr). I saw that you were trying out matchups, so I was hoping I could get a Haikyuu one!!

1. if you want a platonic or romantic matchup: platonic please!

2. which pronouns you'd like to be referred to as: I go by she/her!

3. which characters) you DONT want to be paired with: Any of the characters are fine! I love them all :D

4. traits you look for in a partner (at least 3): I'm looking for someone who'll listen to all my yapping, who has the same broken humor as me, will match my weirdness, and is my partner in crime (just doing stupid stuff together not actual crime lol)

5. describe your personality (at least 3 traits): I'm more on the quiet side but once I warm up to people I can get a bit wild, I am very knowledgeable about random facts and will tell them at very random times or when the topic of it comes up, and it might be a bit weird but I'm very gremlin like? 😆😆

6. your hobbies!! : I love reading books! Especially fantasy genres, I can finish a book within 5-7 days! I also love to bake, mainly desserts :] and I love video games! Whether they're FPS, MMORPGs, story games, and horror (multi-player horror especially (lethal, R.E.P.O).

7. your love language (giving and receiving): I love physical affection and quality time as both receiving and giving! I love hugs, play fights, playful nudges/shoves and just being able to spend time with my friends!

8. your dream date!! : dream platonic date is maybe an escape room? They're really fun and funny, because we have to wrack up our brainchild together to try and figure things out.

9. your fashion style/aesthetic appearance (optional): I go for more comfy casual. Just something simple and I can move around in. Not sure my appearance matters too much, so all I'll really say is that I have glasses and very short. Yes I get made fun of, yes I have given up on the short jokes and just roll with it lol

10.Some quirks of yours: I like to wear silly socks. Ranging from cats to hot cheeto socks lol.

𝐀 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐮𝐩 𝐟𝐨𝐫 Anonyme !

Congratulation !🎊 Your perfect match is Tendou Satori ! (platonic )

Phyto : before to start let me tell you that I totally get how it feels like. I'm very short compared to my peers and wear glasses as well so I won't make fun of you.

If you want someone to hear your yappings out and tell random facts too , know that I'm here. I tell it a lot ( and will never cease to ) my account is a safe place for that and I'm a professional rambler . I'm always glad to meet another one .

And thank you for requesting a platonic match up they are my favorite thing to write. I really appreciate that my fics can cause such a reaction from you, may I ask which fic is your favorite ?

Ok. Enough ramblings of mine , now onto the match up !

• You guys are siblings.

• And besties. ( sorry Wakatoshi-kun )

• You've always been glued together since the very beginning. Doing everything like palying video games, volley ball, rushing to see who will reach the bookstore first, arguing on which chocolate taste is the best or watching the volleyball olympics together. However, this closeness and mutual understanding haven't started at your birth...

It began an absolutely random day . The one that threw you into his life .

The day you got adopted.

• The sun burned bright. High in the sky, it stared down at him, casting warm beams of light that he waited for since winter started, beams scorching. Blinding , wrapping around him like a blanket of flame.

Insatiable, it felt as its hunger always increase, wanting to take away all water through his pores. Here an MIRACULOUS idea popped in his small primary school brain.

An ice cream.

Of course chocolate flavored ! The mere idea of it was enough to cause him to drool and made it easier to breath already.

Someone cried out " Beware !! The monster is hungry !! " Another voice raised, this one Minnie Mouse-ish . If he could, he would've clumped his palms to his ears, trying to muffle the laughter, murmur and screaming coming from everywhere . As all the words and screaming tangled one another, it felt gigantic.

" Gross !" , from one side.

" This freak ."Someone giggled.

" Should he have the right to be in a normal school ? " A friend budged the little boy " Think of it you idiot ! Who would've want him ??? "

But Tendou cannot plug his ears .

Or it'll only get worse . He learned something by watching his father, when everyone laugh at you, you should do it yourself before they could. So it'll hurt less. . .

" How could I ever handle that ? " Little Tendou thought to himself. He wants to make friends, not seem even weirder that he actually is.

Though ...

Is there ...

Does he have any other options left ?

So he smiles, his cheeks red . His voice didn't waver at all " Thank you for the compliment ! That makes me a winner ! " The rest of the kids grimaced in unison, their faces twisting with shock and discomfort as if something invisible had shoved them all at once. A few of them even took a step back, instinctively recoiling like they'd just been hit with a sudden blast of noise or light.

A single tear rolled down his cheeks. His smile still standing straight.

His dad was right , it hurts less this way . . .

_____________________________________________________________

The end of the day finally came around .

Yep , finally ... All of his efforts will finally be rewarded. He could pick up this delicious, refreshing and icy limited edition of the chocolate flavored gari gari.

" Satori-kun ! Your parents are here !"

Really ?! The two of them, together ... At the same time !

He jolted through the classroom , as fast as the wind. As fast as sonic ...

Or just as much as his tiny legs can handle.

He plunged, letting himself being engulfed by that warm feeling that radiated from them. He soaked in their expressions—faces calm, not strained like the others, their smiles a mirror opposite of the rest.

Little tendou thought that his parents were feeling hot too. They were sweating profusely. Guess he'll have to share his box of ice cream. If he can help them even in the slightest way. For loving him, not thinking of him as a monster.

They're all he have.

Once they all reached their destination, his parents froze in front of the door. His father cleared his throat " Tendou. Do not enter yet" His mom budged him. Sending him a glare. She kneeled down ,her eyes meeting the lively ones of her son . " What he mean is that we have to make sure you are ready for the surprise that is waiting for you " She glanced at her husband , then at his son before returning to her husband . Between her teeth " Come on, say it . " The raven haired man sight " Do you think you are old and responsible enough to take care of her ? " His eyes twinkled, full of curiosity and excitement.

Is he going to have a puppy ?!

Without wasting a single more second, he sneaked behind his parents. Bolted as mac20 speed through the corridor.

" Wait ! "

He couldn't hear them anymore.

With a final drift, he reached the living room. He was expecting a puppy.

To his disappointment, all he saw was a small girl perched on the couch, feet wobbling as she clutched a parrot plush to her chest.

" Hello ? " She startled, a small shriek escaping her lips. He was used to this type of reaction by now. Your gaze met him...

It was different... It felt as if you scrutinized him, not with disgust or fear but with curiosity. It was as if these were the eyes of a baby, ones that knows nothing about what's on earth yet, and does not fear them.

After a moment of silent contemplation, your lips parted as if you'd speak for the first time in your life . You readjusted your glasses.

" A parrot ? " You both tilted your head in unison.

He froze. His pupils retracting whereas his eyes widens.

" A what ?? " You just realized what you've just done.Your face turned as red as a cherry, "I-I did not mean that ! Um- yes but no ! " He mimicked the last part of your blurting. " I mean ... Parrots are cool, and funny and lively ! " She lift her plushy in the air " It's one of my favorite animals ! That's why Mr.Cherry-on-top is my friend !"

A smile sped across his lips, he tried to not giggle.

" Oh really ? I look like a parrot to you ? " You avoided his gaze " Yes, your hair are red like Mr.Cherry-on-top ,and your face funny and cute ! "

Ugh ... He stumbled back. An arrow pierced his heart.

He wanted a puppy, he got one.

Just a different kind of.

The parents finally got out from their " super discreet hiding place".Which was the corner.

Visibly relieved . " Tendou, here's Y/n. From now on she will be your sister. Y/n, here's Tendou, your new brother"

The cherry-haired boy threw you into a big hug, rubbing his face against yours. " Yeah ! I'll be the best bro ever ! Wanna eat ice cream ? Mr.Cherry-on-top can come too. "Your head bounced in an eager yes, eyes lighting up.

He held your hand .

" Let's go !! - Yeaaah ! "

(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ 𝙱𝚘𝚗𝚞𝚜 :

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Husband: (arms crossed, smug smile) See? I told you everything would be fine. Look at them—sharing crayons like a Pixar short film. Not a single scream, not a hair pulled. Just pure toddler serenity.

Wife: (slowly turning toward him with that look) I'm sorry, what did you just say?

Husband: I said—and I quote myself—"They'll be fine." You were the one all, "Don’t leave them alone for two minutes, they’ll start a toddler turf war!" And look! No chaos. No mess. Just... nap-time energy.

Wife: Ohhh no, no, no.

You don’t get to act like Mr. Chill now. You were this close to building a toddler barricade out of couch cushions fifteen minutes ago. You walked in here like, "Do we have toddler helmets?" Remember that? You googled ‘peaceful toddler cohabitation strategies’.

Husband: I was doing research! Strategic foresight!

Wife: You looked up “What to do when your kids turn into tiny gladiators.” Don’t act like you were born with a crystal ball and toddler whispering powers. You were pacing like a dad in a sitcom waiting for a science fair volcano to explode.

Husband: Fine, maybe I panicked a little. But I also believed in them! Deep down, I knew they had it in them to coexist... quietly... for five whole minutes.

Wife: And yet you still whispered "pray for us" under your breath before walking into the room.

Husband: That was just dramatic flair. Keeps things exciting.

Wife: Mmhmm. Next time, write your flair down in a journal like the rest of the anxious dads. I’ll be over here—letting the toddlers raise you.

Hope you enjoy it and that it'll be worth the wait. This time I haven't added many headcannons. I think that I accidentaly squeezed most of it in a single one . ..

Personally I just love how silly the dad is ! I'd like to be adopted too sir ... Sniff.

Anyway, I'd love to see which was your favorite part in it !

I am sorry for taking that long,btw .〒▽〒

Byye ! ♪(^∇^*)

[battleangel]

FREE DR. HUSSAM & 450 GAZA MEDICS!

🍉🇵🇸REBLOG THIS!🍉🇵🇸

📍GOOGLE DOC: 100+ emails & phone numbers for media outlets, human & legal rights groups, government leaders & more!

tinyurl.com/free450medics

THIS GOOGLE DOCUMENT HAS:

•Email addresses for major news media outlets to DEMAND coversge for Dr. Hussam & 450 other Palestinian medical professionals currently illegally detained & tortured by the IOF.

•Phone numbers for major news media outlets to DEMAND coverage for Dr. Hussam & 450 other Palestinian medical professionals currently illegally detained & tortured by the IOF.

•100+ email addresses for government leaders, United Nations officers, human rights organizations & non-profits & a message template to email to DEMAND the release of Dr. Hussam & 450 other illegally detained & tortured Palestinian medical professionals!

•A human rights appeal that you can copy & paste then send by clicking “Send” via the provided link in the google doc to legal rights groups in “Israel” & the UN High Commissioner of Human Rights to release Dr. Hussam & the 450 other illegally detained & tortured Palestinian medical professionals!

•A petition to the US State Department to DEMAND the release of Dr. Hussam & the 450 other illegally detained & tortured Palestinian medical professionals!

•A petition to Congress members & Senators to DEMAND the release of Dr. Hussam & the 450 other illegally detained & tortured Palestinian medical professionals!

•A full explainer of the situation with Israeli hospital massacres, Kamal Adwan hospital massacre, Al-Shifa hospital massacre, recent threats to massacre Al Awda hospital, Dr. Adnan Al-Bursh’s illegal detainment, torture & being brutally raped to death, timeline for Dr. Hussam Abu Safiya being threatened, illegally detained, tortured at Sde Teiman, attempts at attorney representation & unknown current whereabouts & appeal for advocacy for the other 450 Palestinian medical professionals also currently illegally detained & tortured by the IOF.

📍The link is: tinyurl.com/free450medics

We need DEFINED & SPECIFIC ACTION.

We need to STOP just sharing videos of Palestinian death to our Instagram stories & watching videos on our TikTok!

We need SPECIFIC ACTION STEPS WE CAN TAKE REGULARLY TO: ✅PRESSURE ISRAEL & THE IOF TO RELEASE THE ILLEGALLY DETAINED PALESTINIAN MEDICAL PROFESSIONALS INCLUDING DR. HUSSAM. ✅LONG TERM GOALS OF OFFICIAL ARMS EMBARGO, PERMANENT CEASEFIRE AGREEEMENT, ENDING ALL AID TO ISRAEL & ✅A FREE & LIBERATED PALESTINE...

Given that the United States is Israels staunchest ally & the United States has the EXACT same settler-expansionist, militaristic, colonizing, land & resource acquiring, natural gas & oil obsessed zionist goals that Israel has — as the US did all the same genocidal actions to the Native Americans — these are a mix of very short term and very long term goals.

We have all seen people sharing that Biden gave Israel $8 billion in aid as a parting gift on his way out the door — okay? So, what is the action?

There are too many pro-Pali accounts that share without ANY SPECIFIC & DEFINED action steps to take.

So, at over a year, we DO have to start asking what is the point of a SHARE without a direct & corresponding ACTION -- cause without the action, you are just sharing to share.

Repeated steps on a specific cadence until the goal is acquired & achieved is necessary for any project with a definable target...if you are serious about achieving the goal & acquiring the target that is.

Many pro-Pali accounts are deeply unserious.

Nothing but shares and requests to reshare WITHOUT corresponding SPECIFIC, DEFINABLE & REPEATABLE action.

We have to be serious & stop just sharing to IG Stories & scrolling on TikTok.

🍉REBLOG THIS POST!🍉

•While we dont know the other 450 Palestinian illegally detained medics situations, we DO know Dr. Hussams and he IS running out of time.

•Please — reblog this post AND SHARE the link for the google document tinyurl.com/free450medics — to as many people as you can.

•REBLOG post

•LIKE post

•SHARE post

•COMMENT post

•SHARE google doc link: tinyurl.com/free450medics

450 innocent Palestinian medical professionals are counting on us. 

Our governments do not care. 

We MUST do everything we can to secure their release & to continue to advocate for a free & liberated Palestine!

Who will stop this if not us?

[stxrrynxghts]

History of the Matsya Kingdom

Idk if y'all are interested or not, But I am compiling the facts I found out about Matsya or not, but I am still doing this post, haha-

So basically there was this King of Chedi called Uparichara Vasu. He was a friend of Indra's, and he was so special for Indra that he was gifted a flying chariot.

Uparichara was married to this lady named Girika, with whom he had many sons, as was normal.

Now comes the creepy part. One day he was roaming around, thought of his wife and well, ejaculated out of a sudden. He scooped his semen as he felt that "it was wrong to waste the semen in a fertile time".

So he scooped it into a leaf (ew) and gave it to a bird, to give it to his wife. IDK what she was supposed to do with it, but yeah-

so the bird dropped the leaf into the water, and this fish, who was actually an Apsara cursed to be a fish, swallowed it.

Now some fishermen caught it, and they opened her stomach to see two living human babies inside. They took the kids to the King, who took the boy, and gave the girl to the chief fisherman.

This girl grows up to become Satyavati. And the boy? He is named Matsya, and is later on given a part of Chedi, where he forms his own kingdom, named after him, aka Matsya.

Now, Uparichara is Chandravanshi King, who is descended from both Yadu and Puru, like most Kings of that time.

Historically, Matsya was one of the 16 Mahajanapadas. Geographically, it is to the south of Kurujangala and Shurasena Kingdom, hence, in present day Rajasthan. Some parts might have been part of MP and UP.

Pali Literature shows Matsya Kings as descendants of the Shurasena Kingdom.

The Matsya King featured in the Mahabharata is Virat, and it is in this kingdom, that the incognito year of the story takes place. Virat has many brothers and relatives as per the story.

He is married to Sudeshna, who is referred as Kaikeyi, so she is probably from Kekaya. Her brother is Kichaka, who is one of the most powerful dudes of the time. He is the commander-in-chief of Matsya.

Virat has four children, as per the Mahabharata, three sons Shweta, Shankha and Uttar, and one daughter Uttara. The order of these children is not specified, though.

Uttar is a very important character during the Virat War, when he and Arjun go and face the Kaurava army. Dude very naturally chickens out, but doesn't take Arjuna's credit at all.

As a token of credit, Virat requests Arjun to marry his daughter, which he (thankfully) refuses. Arjun instead sets up his student with his son, and the marriage takes place.

This marriage is described in very detail, with an assortment of gifts exchanged on both sides, and such a long list of gifts. Matsya is definitely rolling in gold.

Haha, how funny, how many sites call Virat an idiot and incompetent king, when he is called just so many times. FYI, despite so many allies, the Panchala and Matsya forces form the major part of the Pandava army.

Virat is a very crucial person in the war as well, seeing how he is one of the only Maharathis from their side, apart from Drupada, Arjuna and Abhimanyu.

Uttar dies on the 1st day of the war, after a fight with Shalya. He has defeated Shalya, but instead waits to taunt him, and Shalya kills him in the meanwhile.

Angered at his brother's death, Shweta goes berserk, attacking whoever comes in his way. Bhishma kills him with the Brahmastra, and unlike his would-be nephew, Shweta does NOT survive. The Pandava army "mourn" the loss of their "hero".

Shankha dies on the fifth day, at Drona's hands, then Virat follows him in the same manner on the 15th day. The rest of the Matsyas are either killed by Drona on the 14th and 15th days, or by Ashwatthama on the night of the 18th day.

Uttara is the only surviving Matsya kid left, and her son Parikshit and his descendants, the only ones carrying the blood of the Matsyas.

BTW, by this logic, aren't Uttara and Abhimanyu cousins? Like, very distantly yes, being Chandravanshis with Puru and Yadu's blood but see-

Uparichara Vasu-> Satyavati-> Vichitraveerya->Pandu->Arjun->Abhimanyu and

Uparichara Vasu-> Matsya->Son->Son->Virat->Uttara unless Virat isn't of Arjun's generation, but Pandu's? He is mentioned as aged so much, and he and Drupada are always mentioned together-

It is possible that Virat was closer to Karna in age than the Pandavas, and Uttara can still marry Abhimanyu, as she is the youngest kid (until one of her brothers is younger than her?)

BTW, they ain't direct cousins, even by the logic I specified above, since all the human blood in Arjuna is from Kunti, not Pandu. So Abhimanyu is what....1/4 god, 3/4 Yadava(?) technically?

[pali-writes-atiny-bit]

Prompt List # 1 - Discography 💽

Hi All,

Welcome to the first prompt list! I need some suggestions for all of you to practice my writing.

Below are 50 songs hand-picked by yours truly from the Stray Kids discography.

The idea: to write shorts about using the themes from the songs, the feelings they evoke, or direct excerpts of the lyrics.

Please send a request to my box if you want to participate.

As of now, there are no restrictions on members or requested content.

Include the number or song title in your request

Include whether you want a specific member or members

If you have anything specific a song makes you think of, include that too!

Scars

Going Dumb

My Pace

Levanter

Domino

Winter Falls

Chill

The Sound

Insomnia

I Am YOU

Maze of Memories

Sunshine

You can STAY

God's Menu

Phobia

Cover Me

Mixtape: Time Out

Mixtape #3

Mixtape #4

Wow

Taste

The View

Secret Secret

Red Lights

Connected

Mixtape: OH

Waiting for Use

Venom

Maniac 

Charmer

Lonely St

Give Me Your TMI

Case 143

Deep End

I hate to admit

Because

DLMLU

Youtiful

FNF 

Collision

Leave

Volcano

꼬마별 (miss you)

Close

Contradictjng

Want So Bad

Black Hole

Eternity

Hold On

Piece of a Puzzle 

[f1-disaster-bi]

Perhaps Lando won't play hard to get to Martin but how about him not accepting date requests immediately and just not realising somebody really likes him

Lando would totally be the type to be asked out and not realise it?

He isn't turning down Martin because he is teasing or palying hard to get. He simply does not realise that Martin suggesting they get drinks alone is Martin asking him out, or that when Martin offers to show him around Amsterdam, it's a date.

And thats because Lando is oblivious but also because he just doesn't see how Martin or anyone could want him.

Yes he is rich, and he's good looking, but to Lando, thats all he has going for him along with his fame.

In his mind, he has nothing more to offer to anyone, so why would they want him?

[saksider]

Navigating my blog for Pali fundraisers

I'll be offline for a while, so

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[onskepa]

Hiiii

Ik you already did human reader x sully kids watching stranger things BUT could we get the same thing with another movie? Or serie?

How about fast & furious??

They being amazed how a hooman (which they know is small, ex: reader, spider, norm) can handle such a machine which is also heavier than a na'vi

Na'vi weigh around 250-300 kg and a car weighs 2 tons

Helloooooooooo! So do not add more to vopey, this request will be its own thing. Also, I havent watched all the movies, I stopped after the 5th movie. HOWEVER! I will use tokyo drift since it is my most favorite movie! So enjoy!

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Niwin

It was a windy day in the vast Omatikaya forest, perfect day and perfect weather for many to fly their ikrans. And the ikrans take full advantage of the winds to master new skills and enjoy the breeze. The sky was fully of ikrans with their riders! 

It is no surprise that many would race against each other. See who is the fastest, and the ikrans would pride themselves at their speeds and their riders humoring their interest. The adrenaline and rush of fun running through their blood. And the sully kids are no different. Well, more specifically lo’ak and jake. Both love riding their ikrans and would race for the fun of it. Each round either wins. 

Neteyam rides his for the simple joy of being in the sky, same with his mother and sisters. However, at night, many stopped to rest. Their ikrans resting back to their mountain and the na’vi gathering to a well deserved meal after a fun day in the skies. However, there was a small genuine question that the sully kids had in their minds all day. 

“What do humans have that makes them go fast?” Lo’ak asked norm one day at the lab. Him and his siblings were curious to know after discussing more last night. So, being lost in his own work, norm looked at lo’ak in confusion. 

“What are you talking about…?” He asks slowly. Trying to give the kids his full attention. But was also confused by the boy’s wording. 

“We have ikrans and pali’s, but ikrans are faster. So, what is ummm…the same for humans?” Lo’ak re-words his question. Norm finally understood, “oooooh. Can't answer that” he replies flatly. He received a loud collective ‘WHAT!?’ from the kids. Norm sighs a bit annoyingly. “Look, go ask niwin. She knows more about that stuff than I do” he suggests. 

Norm turns to call her out from another room. 

“HEY NIWIN!! THE KIDS ARE INTERESTED IN YOUR STUFF!” 

Using one of the bigger rooms of the lab, Niwin inserted a usb to a computer and brought out some holograms. The sully kids make themselves comfortable with pillows and other cushions as they observe the floating transparent objects being shown. 

“Cars are moving objects that humans have been using for over 200 years. And much like technology, they evolve with time. From cute little honkers” Niwin presents as she shows a 1915 ford car. 

“To today, by today I mean 10 years ago since updates are not frequent. Flying self-driving cars that have no wheels and run on hydro gas” niwin then presents a new sleek car with fancy colors and design. 

The sully kids let out sounds telling they are intrigued. “So, how do humans race with them? It doesn't look like you can get on” Kiri asks. Popping another bubble, Niwin extends the car visuals to see inside. 

“We get in, and seats for the capacity of the usual five. But when you have a big family and where logic does not exist, eeeehhh probably 30 people can fit inside. I seen it happen so don't question it” 

A couple more lessons she taught the kids. Letting her expertise show off and give more insight into what automobiles can do. 

“Starting from the 1950’s to 2050, a hundred years of glorious racing, the empire died. Cars were being designed to be safer, more cautious. Nothing wrong with that but it makes taking risks all the better, and all the more harder. Somewhere in the world, everyone had their own style of racing. Their own skills and culture. Racing is the fuel that gives us the rush, the excitement. And one of my personal favorite styles is drifting” 

Lo’ak was quick to raise his hand. “What is drifting?” he asks. 

“You guys like watching movies?”

“What is prom? What is with the damages? Why do they all look like adults rather than teens?” Kiri asks question after question. Nothing wrong with that since they seem to be valid questions. 

“And why in an area that is clearly forbidden?” Neteyam adds on. 

They were currently in the scene where the teen idiots race against each other on a construction sight with already built roads. 

“Much like lo’ak, they are attracted to anything forbidden and do the exact opposite of what it's being told. Being blind by choice, am I right lo’ak?” Niwin teases. Lo’ak blushes a bit in embarrassment but he doesn't deny nor confirm. Everyone pretty much knew the answer to her question. 

“Anyhow, the good parts will come soon” 

And sooner did it come. From an “American” setting to a Japanese setting. And much like Sean in the movie, the sully kids had a massive culture shock when Japan came into view. The language, how people looked, the style of everything. Now the movie has definitely gotten a lot more interesting for the siblings. And Niwin was happy they go to feel what she felt during the first time. 

“Amazing huh? That is how I felt when I saw the movie for the first time. Best feeling ever-”

“Yeah yeah shush” Lo’ak hushed Niwin as he grabbed a handful of popcorn. Niwin gasped at that but didn't say much. Shoving a handful of popcorn down her throat, Niwin watches silently. 

Showing Sean struggling to fit into a new school, with a new language to learn, and new customs to be aware of. The sully kids can relate to that. Being a place that is unfamiliar to what they know. And oh how they know it deeply well. 

“I am getting some serious deja’blue with this whole…..change” Lo’ak comments. Everyone nodded in agreement. 

“Nothing wrong with change, sometimes it can be a good thing,” Niwin replies. 

Shrugging it off, they watch more until Twinkie shows up in the scene. Offering some stuff to sean until the driving wheel is taken focus. And this only leads to better parts.

The Song began to play, and there the scene opens to a whole world of race cars. Different colors, different glam. Twinkie was showing Sean a new side of what it is like to race cars. Chilling really. What else is there to see or know about? Apparently a lot more. 

Hoods of the cars are being opened to show how the inside mechanics word, all so shiny and complex looking. Yet very eye-catching. Everything was truly captivating for the kids. 

“So those….those are race cars?” Neteyam asks, never leaving the screen. 

Niwin couldn't help but chuckle at his reaction. 

“Those were the glory days” was all she said. 

People were dancing in the center of the giant gathering. Dancing and enjoying the vibes with an odd choice of music. But it looked fun nonetheless. And kiri was starting to get the feeling of the beat. 

“Would you dance with them?” Tuk asks to kiri. The older sister shook her head. “No, good thing I won't,” Kiri replied.

Neela came to view, a pretty girl with a quick tongue. Having a little word play with sean, but quickly the scene changed to show an intimidating guy. 

“And here comes the baddie of the story” Lo’ak says a bit loudly, throwing his hands up in a dramatic way. Kiri rolls her eyes as she throws a pillow at him. “And louder skxawng?”. 

The scene was quick from light to seriousness. 

“Guess he just can't stay quiet,” Kiri adds as Sean challenges DK. 

“One of his best quirks, don't be silenced but roar out like a mindless donkey,” Niwin says. 

 For lo’ak, Sean was someone he saw himself in. Reckless yet won't be held down by others and being told how to behave. To live in the moment, and to live for the thrill. That is something lo’ak can understand. 

The big leader, DK, “Drift King” seemed like an intimidating guy. Reeks of cockyness and too much confidence. Yet is the master of his own craft. So when Sean decides to challenge the drift king, things did not go his way. 

“His smile kind of creeps me out,” Tuk says. 

Sean and DK agreed to do a race. As Han volunteered to lend his car to Sean, everyone was leaning forward to see what would happen next. 

Tiwkie leads Sean to an upper floor to show him where the car is. But as the elevator door opened, in a perfect moment, it showed two cars swerving, tires screeching against the concret. Almost like sliding sideways. The sounds echoing the facility. And much like Sean, the sully kids were locked in focus. No sound coming out of them. 

Who will win, who will lose?

“I predicted he would lose!” Tuk raised her hand as she claimed her ‘future’. Sean lost in a humiliating way. DK was able to avoid walls, people, and other vehicles effortlessly. While Sean damaged literally everything in his path. And damaging a car that was not his. 

“And this begins what is called the training arc” Niwin comments. 

And true to it, Sean began to learn from Han how to drift while also trying to balance his new life in Japan. The two fishermen who speak as they know something is going on during Sean's drift training. And Neela’s past and her connection with DK. 

“Wait, what is a Yakuza?” Tuk asks when the reveal of Takashi’s relationship to the underground crime syndicate. “A very bad guy. I ain't going over that yakuza stuff. Too long and I dont think your parents would like it if I explained it” Niwin replies. Already on her fifth snack. 

“Do you ever just…..not eat?” Kiri asks, slightly annoyed. 

“Nope” 

From Han’s embezzlement of taking the criminals money, to betrayal and to wrecking so many lives. Takashi held a gun to Han's head, things were getting really serious. Tiwnkie made a distraction for everyone to get out. Han, Sean and neela made it to their cars and drove off. Takashi and his little sidekick follow closely. 

From there, it led to so much chaos. Driving through the streets, doing their best to avoid the citizens, there was a lot of drifting. To not hit any car so far was impressive until the short tempered sidekicked crashed into a couple of cars. No one stayed to see the outcome. Not even takashi. While it looked like he looked back to see the wreck, he didn't stop. His need to get after those who are trying to make him look like a fool. 

From those scenes, the sully kids were cheering for the good guys. Hoping they all would live through. Sadly, not all. 

“NO!!! NO WHY HIM!?” tuk and neteyam screamed in shock to see han crashing and flipping his car. And to explode from the gas leaking. Dread was what the siblings felt. Han was a pretty cool character. And his death would never numb away. Niwin frowns at having to see his death over and over again. But of course the frown goes away knowing what happens in the later movies. 

“Oh he is so DEAD!” lo’ak screams, getting more and more pissed of at takashi and how far he was willing to go. 

“Sean better kick his ass or something. Han did not deserve to die. Why do the good guys always die” tuk complains, Crossing her arms. Kiri rubs her shoulder to comfort her. “Soon he will get what he deserves”.

Kiri couldn't be more right. A deal was made, Takashi’s uncle entered the frame again. And all was on the table. Takashi and Sean would race against each other on the mountain that was common to drift on. And to add more stakes, it would be at night. Where vision is more needed It was literally a life or death race. 

Everyone was cheering for sean, lo’ak going at it at the top of his lungs. Hoping to see his favorite character win. To see takashi be humiliated. Everyone outside of the room were wondering what the hell was going on but nobody cared enough. 

The sully gets were getting to amped as the racing scene went on. They felt like they were seeing it first hand. Feeling the adrenaline go through them, the excitement getting a bit carried away. Oh it was thrilling. 

“Come on, come on!! YES!! YES HE WON!!” lo’ak screamed. Releasing happy noises as his tail swishes. Neteyam spun tuk around in happiness. Kiri mostly stood out of the way so as to not get hit, but she was just as happy. 

The movie ended and the end credits rolled up. It was over. 

“Wow…..that was just……AMAZING!!” Lo’ak shouted. Feeling pumped to ride his ikran and see if he can replicate those same moves. Tuk was trying her best to sing along to the drift song but only mumbled words under her breath.  

“That was amazing, though it kinda seems sad that those racing days are over” Neteyam says. The movie made it look fun, racing at high speeds. 

“Hey, who said it was over?” Niwin asks. The kids stopped to look at her. With a playful smirk and a swing of her keychain, she asks “you guys wanna ride?”

Aaaaaaaaaand that is it for this one! Had to re-watch the movie to get down some important parts. But I hope you all liked it, until next time! See ya!

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Niwin = fast, quickly, rapidly

[ranboo5]

EN: I've been told there's a formalized method for submitting propaganda to this bracket and because this has awakened a vicious instinct within me I will participate

Techno and Wilbur are not nothing Pogtopia did slay and the Techno+Ghostbur interactions are excellent. In many circumstances I would vote this. In many circumstances I would campaign or this. And in general I tend to vote cTechno over cRanboo. So it is not lightly that I say

VOTE BURGERDUO

The lame ass 5D chess game we got to see during burger arc was a highlight of the otherwise dismal prolonged petering out of the SMP and also was fantastic

Common foil dynamic W

They have separate c and cc duo names because of how influential the cduo is

Man this shit just drives me insane. Each sees himself in the other and for cWilbur this is initially a second chance a validation and for cRanboo this is a condemnation and the culmination of this w/ cRanboo fucking killing itself in front of cWilbur to change the trajectory of his life forever irreversibly changed my brain chemistry

This dynamic GAVE US cbee resolution, GAVE US cTechno apology stream and apology arc in general. The largely-unspoken spectre of cRanboo hanging in the air in Bust is unparalleled in cinema.

Even outside of burger arc, cWilbur's legacy impacted cRanboo's ideological development more directly than it did cTechno's, bc cTechno had more grounds to worry about direct manifest troubles and cRanboo had primarily to deal with dread, anticipation, and understanding how to navigate the social context it found itself in, which had been shaped by Wilbur's legacy

And finally

If you vote cRanboo and send me a screenie of you doing so I will doodle you something of your request

TOK: mi kama sona e ni: toki pi ante wile la nasin suli pi pana toki li lon. utala ni li kama e pilin utala WAWA a lon lawa mi la mi o pana

jan Tekuno pi lon ala en jan Wipa pi lon ala li lon poka la ni li ken suli, li ken musi, li ken toki e ijo mute. ni li lon. tenpo pi ma Patopija la toki ona li suli. toki ona pi jan Wipa moli kin li suli. mute la mi wile wawa e nimi pi kulupu ni, e nimi pi jan Tekuno. mi la ijo ale pi jan Tekuno li suli tawa ijo ale pi jan Lanpu. ni la sina ken sona pona e ni: mi toki e ni la mi toki WAWA, li toki e ijo SULI A:

O WAWA E NIMI PI KULUPU PAKATU

ona tu li utala toki la ni li wawa a e musi Simesenpi lon tenpo pi kama moli

ona tu li sama la musi wawa

jan lon tu ni en jan tu ni pi lon ala li jo e nimi tu ante a. kulupu pi lon ala la sina ken sona pona e suli ona tan ni

ONA! TU! LI SAMA! LA! MUSI! WAWA! ona tu li lukin sama la ona tu li toki insa e sama ni: "jan ante ni li sama mi." jan Wipa la ni li pona, li toki e ni: "mi awen ken pona, mi awen ken ante; lon mi li pakala ala! jan pi sama mi li ken lon li ken pona!" taso jan Lanpu la ni li ike, li toki e ike ona e ike pi jan Wipa. nasin ni li kama suli ike li kama wawa; jan Lanpu li moli tan ona la ni li wawa ike tawa jan Wipa. ni li wawa tawa pilin mi kin a ona li ante wawa e nasin pi lawa mi lon tenpo ale

TAN NI TASO LA musi pi kulupu Pitu li ken pini. NI TASO LA toki pini pi jan Tekuno li ken lon. NI TASO LA jan Wipa li open e nasin pi toki pakala mute. ona li wawa tawa toki suli pi musi Simesenpi. kon pi jan Lanpu li lon toki musi "pakala"; jan ale li toki lili e ona lon toki, taso kon ona li awen lon. ni li wawa a. pilin li wawa. kon li wawa.

tenpo ante la kon pi jan Wipa li suli seme tawa jan Lanpu tawa jan Tekuno? tenpo pi ma Nulemanpe la jan Tekuno li lukin e ijo ante. ona tu li wile sama, li wile awen tan ken pakala, taso jan Tekuno li wile awen tan ken lon. jan li lon, li wile lon e moli ona; ona li sona e tan, li sona e ken. taso jan Lanpu la, tan ni en ken ni li len lili. ona li sin tawa ma Simesenpi la ona li sona ala e nasin – ona li wile sona e ken pakala la ona o kama sona e nasin kulupu. jan Wipa li suli tawa pali ni. la pali pi jan Wipa li suli tawa jan Lanpu lon tenpo ni, li suli sama ala tawa jan Tekuno lon tenpo ni

ni ale li ante ala e wile sina la o sona e ni:

sina wawa e nimi pi jan Lanpu li pana e sona pi pali ni tawa mi la mi sitelen e ijo pi wile sina