#senseless 98 | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

makima-s-most-smile · 8 months

Text

Trigun Maximum 8.2

Ugh, one day left to chew through Vol.9 and then the bookclub and I can skip hand in hand through Vol.10. Why did the heatwave just hit? Gimme my thunderstorms back.

... I reached 30 panels for two chapters... Part Three comes soon... Why does Nightow have so many banger panels and why do I have to be like: Look! Look! I like this and this is why! And blabber on?

Trimax 8.1

Trimax 8.3

04: Escape

I read that in Chapel’s voice.

And he still hesitates. Maybe hesitates because he had to work with Chapel in all these months and had to do repeated senseless slaughters. Wolfwood may just not be able kill anymore. Even Legato.

Just the thought of your body moving not only against your explicit will, but in an active attempt to kill you. Legato IS scary. It says so much about him that his power (wherever it comes from) is about robbing other people of their ability to act.

And Nightow draws movement and poses so godly. I wanna chew on his art.

Wolfwood seems to have run in without a true plan. His face reminds me so much of little WooWoo when he was shot the first time. He is scared for his life and does not want to die. But he still has nowhere else to go, he has to do this. No one else could do this.But at the same time, it shows his absolute trust in Vash. He can only survive if Vash has prevailed like he did over the months.

This I do not completely get. Has Legato made Wolfwood miss? Or did Wolfwood miss unconsciously? Or did the other Eye of Michaels somehow interfere?

The blood splatter reminds me so much of 98’ Ep 23.

Wolfwood has put his life on the line to get Vash out, again. And he paid a massive price for it, again. But again, he had to, necause he knows that only Vash can stop the ongoing genocide by undoing Knives (with whatever methods. I don’t believe Wolfwood trusts that Vash could kill Knives.)

This says so much about Wolfwood. He is so used to transactional relationships, but the orphanage didn’t take anything from him, it just gave him a home. That’s why it is his paradise. That’s why he needs to protect it, because he still feels indebted to it. That’s why he so easily fell into parentification (last chapter of the volume). Outside of the orphanage, Vash and the insurance women may be the first people Wolfwood has met where it wasn’t about him being of use and it may be why he harbours an comparable guilt towards them as to the orphanage, because he benefited from the betrayal against Vash.

Brainwashing 101: Take any personality from the to be brainwashed, erase his personhood, give him a goal that aligns with your wants.

Perfect, Perfect and Perfect again. Why does Livio want to be perfect? Because in Chapel’s eyes, Wolfwood’s betrayal came to be because he was not perfect. And Livio as his replacement thus had to be perfect, better than Wolfwood the perfect pupil in any way. This is not Livio speaking, it is Chapel’s indoctrination.

There is much to be said just about that, but also that Wolfwood was indoctrinated like this, too. But his love and “debt” to the orphanage was in the end greater than the indoctrination. But we still see him struggle so much with being a person.

I love how the drawing style of Livio changes infight. His face disappears behind the mask covering half his face. A skeleton face, a person ground down to its bare bones, something missing humanity.

And I just love how Wolfwood is drawn fighting. He is so quick to think and react, even with this unhandy weapon. It is so quick and fluid and fast. Truly a god of battle, in the best and worst meaning of it.

I snickered at the panel of the explosion behind Chapel and him hopping/jumping awayffrom it with his wheelchair.

B… Batman? Is that you?

The closeup to Wolfwood’s face gives me the impression that he could have avoided the critical hit, but then Vash would have been hurt (more). So he shielded him with his body.

And Wolfwood cannot shoot Livio. He could shoot Legato in the end, but he cannot shoot Livio. Livio is a symbol of the orphanage. Wolfwood, as the caretaker and protector, cannot shoot Livio. It would be equal or even worse than Vash deciding to kill someone in cold blood. It is against the very core of his person. If he kills Livio, Wolfwood ceases to exist.

Livio was such a cutie... and then he got this mob of a hairstyle.

This injury is just so… uh… physical? How Wolfwood’s state of body is shown, the blood just flowing freely from his mouth like his mouth istself was the artery cut. And how it comes back to the attackers looming and coming closer all in black. And then it gets countered with this dreamlike looking panel of Wolfwood’s and Livio’s childhood, how they moved together, how they were happy at each others side and content (even though they seem to be working at that age). Chapel corrupted Livio, he corrupted Wolfwood. He is the difference between these panels, the thing that separates Wolfwood and Livio from their past relationship.

And that’s it. Wolfwood falls. It looks so simple and not “that” bad. But we know from his expression, from the one “Shit!” that Wolfwood has reached his limit. It changes from Wolfwood successfully fleeing with Vash to Wolfwood dying while trying something. These four panels are for me one of the most impressive ones from the manga. It just feels so real. You just know... And that is just... damn... Fuck... I need a minute.

We, the readers, have seen Wolfwood’s complexity from the start. We saw how he grew, how he constantly reflected upon his actions and how hard he judged himself.

But Wolfwood never does. Like Vash, Wolfwood is unable to forgive himself. He is unable to realise that he is a victim of Chapel, that he did so much good and that he can continue to be better, that he has already gotten into a better place. There is no forgiveness for Wolfwood in himself. Even as the one who protects, he is not enough.

Say that to yourself first, Vash!

Can Vash hear people’s thoughts when they are near death? Or just people he feels close to? While the scene is so awesome, it also confuses me so, so, so, so much. Answer me, Mr. I-go-by-vibes-Nightow!

Even being at death's door, Wolfwood is not about himself, he is about comforting Vash. And that’s, again, just sad. Even when receiving protection, most likely for the first time ever, he cannot stop being the protector.

Oh, you just realised, you selfabsorbed butt! Vash, I love you. But Wolfwood truly has done so much for you. Kiss him when this is over and say it to him when he is not actively dying! Give him the appreciation!

Yeah, typical abuser behaviour from Chapel here. No surprise. Now that his revenge has not only failed, but it was actively stopped by some”thing” that he has to revere, Chapel shows himself as submissive. Or… if he only reveres Knives, since the Eye of Michael has never had any contact with Vash and it is exclusively under Knives, Knives put out the rule that Vash is a) to be unharmed and b) is not allowed to use his powers, no one should dare to make him use it. I really despise him more for it.

I think it is interesting that they still think that Knives has any hold over Vash or humans as a whole. The thing that Vash protects, humanity, will die if he stays. If Knives kills him now, he at least tried to prevent it instead of letting it happen. Same reason why Wolfwood acted, he knew that Knives is unstoppable for humans, but not for Knives. Knives means no future for the orphanage or himself. So why sit by and let it happen, waiting for death that will come anyway? They are helplessly underpowered, but a death by letting gruesome things happen or a death by trying to prevent it. Vash and Wolfwood would choose the latter.

While… it is nice that Vash has a reason to fight, Wolfwood would truly like for Vash to care for his life… I mean, he made Vash point his gun at his temple to make him understand that one day Vash cannot avoid the trolley problem. Wolfwood cares about Vash’ life… But Vash care cares not for what Wolfwood cares about, but about Wolfwood’s life. (Because he doesn’t understand the complexity of relationships and connections, since he runs from them since forever)

*surprised Pikachu face* If I constantly abuse my brother, he will leave me at the first true chance he gets?!?

Vash is going BECAUSE you are really going to end it this time!

Oh, Knives… Knives and his weird obsession with Vash. He still does not recognise that Vash has not only another opinion about the continuation of humanity, but that he himself is acting actively against it. Vash does not exist to Knives beyond being a body that has to be there for him.

That is just a “GOTCHA!”-Smile! And how he got them!

And the hit every deck on their way down. As if they weren’t hurt beforehand.

*insert Hercules-meme of Hdes: “Okay, okay, fine, I am cool. I am calm” while his fire hair explodes*

NOT THE PUNISHER! HELP HER!

I still love that we next to never (beyond the introduction) see Wolfwood talk preacher-like or do churchstuff, and still everyone is like: Yeah, priest, preacher! It is the guilt, isn’t it?

05: Parting ways

NONONONONONONONONONONONO! Have you learned nothing from horror movies?

Deus ex machina, uh… deus ex phiala.

Ah, yes, the way to make a lesson stick... Child abuse.

I am unable to not think about Tesla here.

A kid, experimented on, unable to say no or safe themself. Well, Wolfwood survives, but does he really? Physically, he does. But the rest of his measly childhood dies, the rest of hope he had for himself, hope he may have had for a future for himself. From then on, he is a tool, a weapon. And his only choice has been to be a shield for the orphanage and not completely Chapel’s weapon. From then on, his body is not his own. Nico has died, crucified to protect the future of the orphanage children.

But another kid ended up like him. This is the moment Wolfwood decides to leave Vash. He goes from relaxing to determined.

Wolfwood killed Chapel not only to get Knives, but mostly to protect the orphanage. Wolfwood followed along until he found out that Chapel still procured children from the orphanage to use as weapons. That’s when Wolfwood broke out.

Nightow mentioned somewhere that the ageing up and the vials were something spontaneously added. And you feel it when reading this. I still like it, but I know that if the vials were planned, they would have been introduced earlier, making other fights either shorter or more brutal (*stares at Midvalley or at Ninelives*). I mostly like them, but they come so out of left field. Same with the experimentations.

I’d love to have that more explored, because the comparison between Tesla is a big one. (I like what Stampede does with it.) Tesla is a being without agency whose existence gets used for horrific acts as Wolfwood. But Wolfwood still has a voice and dreams, unlike Tesla had. We see the results in his psyche, how he completely fixates on one part of him, his usefulness as protector, how that makes him up and what his dreams are after all he has lived through. And that is, in the end, to prevent other children from going through the same and, maybe, “if he could be selfish” to not having to kill anymore. And that makes the answer to the question of: “What would Tesla think about Knives’ actions?” at least for me, much less vague.

Same with the comparison Knives/Wolfwood. Knives received a massive amount of trauma by adults and has been on a revenge trip since then. Wolfwood’s trauma is somewhat different and much more personal, but even when killing his (then) main tormentor, he didn’t kill out of revenge or hate. He killed out of the need to protect others like him. Knives so often declares how he is protecting his sisters and Vash as justification for his hate, but Wolfwood protects so without declaring it and still owns up to the responsibility of his actions and is hurt by his guilt.

He is not talking about his encounter with Knives. He is talking about Livio. Killing Livio means Wolfwood’s own death. Letting Livion stay like this means Wolfwood’s death. Being the protector of the orphanage and ALL the children there is Wolfwood’s one main motivation to exist, it is the one thing that kept the guilt and the self hate at bay. There is no peace or future for Wolfwood, if he cannot get Livio out.

This is also the farewell. Because the orphanage and Livio is a bigger priority for him. This is the second time ever that Wolfwood decides the path on his own. First was killing Chapel/Knives and the second was rescuing Livio. Since getting the orders from Knives, Wolfwood was back to following orders and Vash’ whims. (Remember how often Wolfwood tried to point Vash to the goal of Knives and Vash was like: Yeah, no, I wanna go there instead.) Wolfwood leaves the big future to Vash, the big problem, Knives. He trusts Vash with the planet’s future. But it doesn’t read like Wolfwood considers his own future being part of it.

And Nightow’s modus operandi: Interrupt heartfelt openness by sillies so no other questions can be asked.

Burrito Wolfwood just gives me life. I wanna hug him so badly.

Does Vash get that Wolfwood plans to leave? That Wolfwood is zoning in on December? After the closeup of Vash, Wolfwood hides his face. And he hides his face when he has something to hide. And just from the positioning from the panels it looks like he understands it. WHY DOESN’T HE TALK TO WOLFWOOD AFTERWARDS!

The ships from earth truly mean hope, but since the resistance now know about Knives’ sucking up his sisters, the researcher is right in pointing that danger out. What I also think is important, Knives is breaking apart by all the power. He broke apart in front of Vash when he trapped him seven months ago. Shouldn’t absorbing more plants accelerate that process?

Protect Meryl! Meryl still had hope and her hope infected others. People need to fight for a future and not just leave it to Vash or give up.

That’s so nice.

It also means that Brandon knows that Wolfwood is not just an alpha-dude that has a big pistol for “Biggus Dickus”-reasons, but uses it responsibly.

And this… Why would Knives do this? More power? Nah. Knives absorbs his dead or nearly dead sisters to absorb as many bad memories of them as possible, so the plea to stop from his sisters stop, so they finally agree with him and do not hinder his deeply “rational” actions.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! *sobs* Stop carrying your burden alone!

One little detail. We do not see Wolfwood’s eyes. This has become such an important visual cue for Wolfwood if he is lying or not. Wolfwood is lying. He doesn’t leave to protect himself or anything. He feels guilt for leaving and tries to avoid it by giving these reasons… That he’d be useless in the final battle anyway, so he can allow himself to betray Vash like this, his work is done here.

#trigun bookclub #trigunbookclub #Trigun Maximum 8.2 #Why do I talk so much?#I needed to delete like 5 pics because even for two chapters I went over the limit #groans

4 notes · View notes

ghosts-and-blue-sweaters · 11 months

Note

🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹

smirks hehehee

If I counted correctly, that is 98 roses! Holy jalapeños!

Okay. Y’know what. This is what I think I’ll do.

I probably have at least 100 WIPs, so I’ll see if I can find a line from each of them to share :D I’ve lost inspiration for most of them aksgaksgajsg but still!!

Edit: I gave up XD You get 42 snippets lol

~~~

Wilbur blinks, lifting his head—away from the bottom of the bridge, that's good, that's what Tommy wanted—to blink at his brother. "Hey."

~~~

Wilbur scowls. He wishes that he hadn't cried. Now all the doctors and nurses remember him as the crying kid. So embarrassing.

~~~

Crawling close to his brother, Wilbur gently places his hands on the baby's side, rolling Tommy over until he's flat on his back. Tommy squints up at him, arms sprawled out so he looks like a capital T. Wilbur stifles back a giggle.

~~~

Wilbur smiles really, really big. "Now we're a family."

~~~

Wilbur watches him evenly. "I just want you to know that I'll like you forever. Even when you stop being a baby and everything. Even when you get big. I'll always be bigger than you, so that means... that means my love will get bigger, too!"

~~~

Mum doesn't seem to hear him. She always has trouble hearing him when she has the bottles.

~~~

The train continues to barrel towards him, and Wilbur doesn't blink.

~~~

"Hm?" Tommy looks up, staring at Tubbo for a moment before nodding. "Yeah, yeah, of course. Obviously. They don't call me Tommy 'The Listener' for nothing."

"No one calls you that."

"They do! They talk about me in the streets, Tubbo!"

"The streets?"

"Yeah." Tommy flicks his spoon with a finger, watching it slide around the bowl. A few drops splatter onto the table. "You're just not listening hard enough."

"Alright then; what was I talking about just now?"

"Uhh... a game- mods! You mentioned mods!"

Tubbo nods slowly. "Alright. I stand corrected."

"Get corrected, idiot." Tommy smirks.

~~~

Softly said by an old friend as they sat together on the front porch, chatting amiably as crows flew overhead.

~~~

He'd give anything to hear that laugh, even just once more.

~~~

Phil doesn't swoop in to save him.

~~~

Ghostbur stares at the notebook in front of him, feeling his heart begin to quicken. It's empty. Pages and pages of blank paper. Senseless, meaningless.

Is that how my brain looks inside? Miles and miles of nothingness?

~~~

The last word comes out in a sob, and then Tommy's arms are wrapped around him, and Tubbo's face is buried into Tommy's chest, and they're both holding on for dear life.

~~~

Storm. Wilbur feels his heart skip a beat. His first storm in thirteen years.

~~~

But in the off-chance you don't throw this letter in the bin, hello! I thought I should update you on what's been going on recently, so you don't freak out (because we all know that you tend to freak out from time to time. You're quite clingy).

~~~

Wilbur squeals, excitedly kicking out with his legs. Phil grins down at him, making sure his grip is secure. It's not hard to hang onto a five year old, but he doesn't want to risk dropping him.

~~~

Wilbur slides his jacket off his shoulder, exposing his dirt streaked bandage, already soaked with blood. Tommy doesn't hesitate.

~~~

"Hello, Phil." A soft voice rang out, cutting through the lazy chatter of bugs and the gentle swishing of leaves. It was a voice Phil knew by heart, one that he could pinpoint in the middle of a raging battle, the fiercest storm, at the end of the world, even.

~~~

“Not, um, nothing! Nothing, Wilbur, really! Come to think of it, do I hear Eret? Oh yes, I almost forgot; I need to go see him, so bye-"

~~~

The first time Tommy says it, Wilbur is picking berries.

~~~

The silence is uncomfortable. Wilbur’s skin crawls, and the air seems to crackle with tension.

At least for him. The ghost seems perfectly happy, walking strangely in order to stomp on fallen leaves. He bends down at multiple points, admiring a caterpillar or picking up a rock.

Wilbur doesn’t stop to wait for him, but Ghostbur doesn’t seem to mind. It’s annoyingly infuriating.

~~~

And then Quackity had stopped by, smirking behind the glass walls. Wilbur had glared at him, failing to notice the smoking grill in the kitchen. Quackity noticed though, and his already large grin grew even wider, especially when Wilbur began smelling smoke and had cursed loudly, racing into the back room.

When he'd returned to the counter, he'd found a lovely message spray-painted onto the glass walls:

Your burgers suck.

~~~

There's a man that plays music on the surface.

~~~

"Phil." Techno clapped his hands together, speaking in the same tone that a parent would use as they're trying to explain something to a child. "These people know who we are. They know who we are, and they want to get rid of us."

"'Get rid of' is a pretty strong choice of-"

"The posters literally say 'wanted dead or alive', Philza!"

~~~

He'll then grab a baked potato and a cup of water, gazing at himself in the reflection and swirling it around, distorting his features. He has bags under his eyes now. Streaks of dirt across his cheeks. A crack in his lip.

~~~

"Wha- but I am a grown, I'm a big man, I'm the biggest man there ever was!" Tommy stutters, puffing out his chest. "See? I'm asserting dominance!"

~~~

The shower handle rests towards the ceiling, the long, attached cord snaking down and burrowing itself into the wall. It's intimidating. He remembers being scared of shower handles as a kid; he thought they looked like water monsters.

~~~

Phil has fallen into a routine. Or perhaps fallen is the wrong word for it; it's more like settling. The routine has always been there, it's just taken him a while to discover it.

That's poetic as crap. Isn't it.

~~~

Wil smiles a bit wider. The skin around his eyes crinkles, just like his father's. "Yes. But now- now we can do it, right? And it's not even illegal!"

~~~

"I mean that it won't pacify them. Chat's crazy, Wilbur. They don't listen to anything I have to say. They just say E."

Phil laughs louder, and a little bit of tea spills out the side of his mug.

ANGRYBLADE

NOOOOOOO

BAD TECHNO

That Wilbur dude is funny he should do lore

PHIL IS LUAGHING HE'S GONNA CHOKE AND DIE HELP

BOREDDDDD

silly little wilblur he will undertsadn soon

~~~

"I mean," Tubbo tilts his head, squinting into the sunset. "Tommy... he's a little startling, I admit. And loud."

"Very loud."

"And definitely a bit much, at times. I agree that he can be a little intimidating. But trust me, he wouldn't hurt a fly."

"Oh. That's- that's reassuring."

"I mean, he'd definitely hurt Dream."

"O- oh."

"And Sapnap. And Bad. And a couple other people, now that I think about it."

"Oh."

"He'd break their knees."

Ranboo pulls his legs to his chest, wrapping his tail around them. "Oh."

~~~

"Alright." Tubbo shifts, clapping his hands together. Ranboo jumps. "Alright Michael. We'll tell you, uh... we'll tell you a story."

"We will?"

Tubbo forces himself to take a deep breath, turning to Ranboo with wide eyes. "Yes, Ranboo. We will. It will make him happy, won't it?"

"Uh..." Ranboo's eyes lighten with realization. "Oh, yeah. Defin- yeah, totally. Looks like we're, uh, doing a story. Story-time. Time for a story. Yep."

~~~

Wil claps his hands together, making her jump. "Then that's what we'll do! Teach me to cook, Niki Nihachu!"

"Well to start, we are baking, not cooking."

"Oh." Wilbur tilts his head. "I thought they were the same thing?"

"Um... no."

"Oh." Wilbur furrows his brow, as if struggling to comprehend this.

~~~

Wilbur's eyes flutter open, and he turns his head to the side as Sally climbs into the van. She's holding a bag of onion rings, along with a can of soda. "I got your snacks."

~~~

"Phil, please, just-!" Wilbur turns, slamming his fist onto the table and making himself jump with the loudness of it. "I don't- I don't really need... I don't-"

~~~

Wilbur shuts his eyes tight. "I don't want to be broken. I really don't want to be broken, but I am, and I don't... want to, Phil."

~~~

Phil sits at the dining room table, sipping tea that Techno had made earlier. It's hot, but Phil doesn't mind. He's content to blow the steam from the top, putting a little into his mouth before swallowing and setting down the mug. His favorite mug too, the one he'd bought from a far-away village in a far-away land in a far-away time. Or perhaps he'd stolen it.

~~~

Wilbur is all curled up like a wood louse.

~~~

Tubbo tries to get his shower. He really does! But he doesn't quite know how to work it; it's set up differently, and the water goes from boiling hot to ice cold with the slightest adjustment. He also can't figure out how to change it from pouring out of the faucet to spraying out of the shower head, and after several minutes of trying, he resorts to taking a bath instead.

~~~

"I know, Tommy. I'm getting a plaster for you, okay? That'll make it better."

~~~

"I am yours," Wilbur says, never once taking his eyes off her.

~~~

He likes chamomile, though. It's a good tea. It makes him feel sort of like a marshmallow is burning inside him, or like a tiny little campfire; like the big fireplace Techno has, but smaller. A small fire.

#aaaaaah number 9 and 10 are from the fics I wrote the evening/day after I found out about Techno’s death 😭#it was… very much a way for me to cope. I never ended up finishing the fics and I don’t think I ever will but like. they’re special #very very special #I hardly remember a lot of these lol #like that first-person one?? huh???#NUMBER 21 MY WILBUR & GHOSTBUR BOTH LIVE AU #38 is already posted but whatever aldgoagsis #this was fun thank you :D #ask #story snippet #ask game answers

3 notes · View notes

sweetdreamsbuck · 1 year

Text

I posted 3,269 times in 2022

That's 1,529 more posts than 2021!

765 posts created (23%)

2,504 posts reblogged (77%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@foreverindreamlandd

@angrythingstarlight

@sweetdreamsbuck

@treatbuckywkisses

@maladaptivexxdaydreaming

I tagged 2,692 of my posts in 2022

Only 18% of my posts had no tags

#fic recs - 417 posts

#bucky - 280 posts

#fic replies - 205 posts

#thank you for reading - 193 posts

#my pretty baby boy - 170 posts

#sweet sweet asks <3 - 112 posts

#beefy lumby and bunny - 103 posts

#mir's queue💜 - 99 posts

#mir's favs - 98 posts

#foreverindreamlandd - 80 posts

Longest Tag: 140 characters

#what about a million blankets and your willa inspired sweater blanket and a huge beefy lumberjack who is the most gentle nd protective giant

My Top Posts in 2022:

Okay Mir I know this is mean but like what would happen if Bunny got lost in the woods during a snowstorm while Lumby was at work.....

lost in the woods

beefy!lumberjack bucky x f!reader (lumby x bunny au)

wc: 4.8k

warnings: angst, gross fluff and body worship, a very very very needy scared and hopelessly in love lumby

a/n: yes like the most amazing Disney ballad to ever exist. thanks for always ruining me so sweetly, col. not edited or proofread, all mistakes are my own. happy spring babes xx

𝐢 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤. 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐧𝐢

“Last storm of the season is always the worst, bun. Make sure you stay inside, can’t have my bunny gettin’ lost on me– or frostbite. Alright, pretty girl? Can’t love you the way I need to if you’re not safe and sound.”

God, you should’ve listened.

But the snow just looked so joyous as it fell, surrounding the trees sprouting with their new buds and blossoming flowers. The passing of winter to spring was always the most exciting time to be living in the middle of such a grand wood– but it was your first time; your first time living in Bucky’s cabin.

Sure, you’d caught glimpses of the beauty of it in the beginnings of your relationship– on those mornings you’d slept over, awaking happily to the vision of a sweetly snoring Bucky and the comfort of the forest’s morning hymnal. The sight of flowers dangling on the very edges of tree branches, slowly opening and embracing the rustle and song of the rest of the forest life; the painting you’d find yourself inside of after a few weeks, the trek from your car to his front door littered in petals of vibrant pinks and whites, of dying cones and senseless berries– some still dancing towards the forest floor– drowning all paths in the proclamation of spring’s arrival. But now, you were experiencing the end of winter and the start of spring firsthand; there was no chance you’d ever grow tired of it.

Maybe your Bucky was wrong– there was no way this last snow could be deemed anything short of magical and whimsical, let alone “the worst”.

But he was never wrong. Especially not when it came to his bunny.

The itch to tug on your winter gear one last time at the sight of soft flakes was too great– a thick pair of Bucky’s socks and an oversized thermal loosely clinging to you under your parka and sweats before you could reason against it.

Staring at the falling snow, secure and safe underneath the warmth of a blanket cuddled in your favorite chair perched at the window was nothing compared to feeling it– having it sing and whistle past your ears; to have it fall and tease against your lashes; against the frigid apples of your cheeks; along the flush of your numbing lips.

It was easy to lose track of time while dancing in the middle of such wonder.

It’s how you found yourself, unaware of how long you’d been aimlessly walking, now struggling to find a way back home, fighting to hold your footing and to keep your eyes open at the incessant prickling of the metastasizing crystalline snow pellets hitting roughly against you. Each pierce of the rough snow hitting the skin of your face, bouncing around your heavy outerwear and sending unpleasant tremors and tingles along every inch of your body confirmed a terrible truth– you could hear your mistake loudly and with a bold punch.

The darkening of the sky was fading eerie, sealing your fate further and further into the fervor and strength of the last winter storm Bucky warned you about.

Well shit. What now?

Your phone.

Your hands shakily move to free your cell from the confines of your sweats. Struggling to hold the phone with numb hands, to see the screen in the middle of such a blizzard growing angrier and harsher by the second, you manage to unlock the device and click on Bucky’s name.

Service was terrible in the middle of the woods, but it seems luck felt it in her heart to hand you a little bit of reprieve from the trouble you'd managed to get yourself into; 4 bars of reception and a working dial tone that would save you from this mess.

But it seemed luck was also in a business of mockery– your own negligence besting you, phone battery lingering on 3%.

Come on Bucky, please pick up the phone. Pick up pick up pick up–

“Hey bunny,” his soothing voice greets you in a delighted sigh, “you have no idea the day I’m having. I’ll be home soon and I just need to feel my swe–”

Concern that you’ll freeze to death prompts you, cutting off Bucky’s silky voice viciously with the chattering of teeth and stuttering words, “B-bucky, please, I need you! D-don’t know where I am ‘nd I need you. P-please Bucky, I’m in the–”

And then the comforting sound of his breathing stopped.

Silence– only the unrelenting whir of the snow gusting around you and the melody it rang out within your jaw.

Of course, your phone would die.

You’re fucked. Alone, lost, shaking, and freezing from the inside out in the middle of the forest that brought you a life filled with warmth and Bucky. How ironic.

See the full post

644 notes - Posted April 16, 2022

you deserve a soft epilogue, my love

beefy!bucky x f!reader

prompt: while hiding in Bucharest, Bucky meets you— a home, bearing cups of coffee— a refuge for a life that’s riddled with battles of his torturous demons.

warnings: angst. fluff. all the feelings. some suggestive language. talk of nightmares, body image, and trauma. love.

wc: 11.5k and not even a bit sorry

a/n: SORRY I'M POSTING SO LATE I JUST NEEDED TO AS SOON AS IT WAS DONE!! my beefy puppy just means too much to me, deal with IT

i do not give permission to translate, copy, or share any of my work

It became second nature to you; along with your usual latte, to order a black coffee with no sleeve around the cup.

The first time you'd ordered something for him, you couldn't quite place why you had. Maybe it was because you wanted to start doing nice things for people. The inadequacy you'd been feeling lately as a part of society was getting to you— how much could gifting someone one cup of coffee cost you?

Everything.

It first appeared in the anxious dwelling; the inability to drive the mysterious man from your mind. Then came the burden of knowing— insomnia following not too far behind. Sleepless nights spent worrying about the quality of that of his own. Storms of pain and violent bouts of grief you never could've seen coming; in panic and waves of sad exhaustion— love and all its unspoken repercussions.

*******

You'd seen him frequently around the booths littering the overcrowded markets of the cobblestone streets. He always seemed to be hiding from something, his body language closed off and completely guarded against the world, walls shielding him that you couldn't see or understand the force of— and doing a terrible job at that.

He stuck out sorely, as if his size and the restless air that seemed to float behind him weren't enough, the number of layers he pulled on even in the heat of the Bucharest sun acted as a spotlight. There he was, a man never destined to be viewed in the limelight in such a way.

You wanted to.

His shoulders, while clothed in countless layers of fabric, were always pulled firmly back. Tension and panic apparent even through the undershirts and jackets meant to conceal and protect him from appearing his most visible.

They had the opposite effect.

Always shuffling around the carts of fruit just outside the hole-in-the-wall coffee shop you frequented, his body remained close to the wooden frames holding mountains of produce. You watched for the first time a few weeks back as he contemplated what to grab; his hand tentatively following the path of his eyes, unsure as to what he really wanted to be choosing.

And now, well— you'd always look for him.

*******

Thoughts and images of him never could escape your mind. The nervous twitch, the way his eyes were never visible to the world around him, the cap that was secured snug on the top of his head; and while his stature was large and darkly apparent, you'd never seen someone look so small.

Approaching the counter of the small cafe, you quickly mumbled your usual order making sure to grab something for the man with the extra layers and black leather gloves. You'd never heard words escape him prior, how were you to know what he liked?

Purchasing that first coffee for him stirred something in the atmosphere. For one thing, you realized all too late that ordering something for someone who you didn't know the first thing about would mean you needed to actually go and acknowledge them. How do you tell someone 'I've been watching you the past few weeks, have a coffee, on me' without appearing a bona fide stalker?

But it was just that; it was an obsession. You felt you knew everything— and nothing about him. His body contained the harsh vibrations of isolation and desolation; they danced inside of his swift shadow, rendering him with a burdened aura. You felt a longing to carry some of it, too.

The thoughts you had surrounding him arose in the way he shrunk himself, the way he hid himself away in his fear of appearing too much. But the lightness in which his feet carried him juxtaposed the dark fog always following shortly behind. He’d always move forward, never back. And the tip of his hat remained pointed down, his overwhelming size paled silly to that of the overcrowded market. There was no way he wouldn’t be seen, and yet, he acted as if he shouldn’t be. That was enough knowledge for you to feel a persistent nagging, sharp prickles of anguish buzzing in the base of your skull, spurring the need to crave more.

Quickly paying and tipping the woman at the counter, grabbing the two coffees became a reality check. You'd have to talk to the man you'd been watching. He'd have to see you, too.

How you decided on a simple black coffee, you'd never know. Instinct, mostly. A man his size would look ridiculous attempting to drink anything else, and you could only imagine the last thing the man who always seemed to be in hiding would want was to be caught holding anything but a small cup.

Finally working up the courage to hand him the small offering of your existence, he didn't respond. No shred of recognition washed over his face, no semblance of appreciation offered to you in sound or even in a curt nod of the head.

You weren't looking for anything in return, but you were dying for something.

All but cornering him in front of the bin filled with dirt-clad spuds, a huffed out air of apology was all you were given as he panicked he had bumped into you. His eyes met your hairline briefly, the rim of his hat quickly ducking down with the movement of his head, his shoulders doing that inward roll you always noticed when someone encroached on his space.

See the full post

870 notes - Posted January 13, 2022

𝐋𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

* 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 🖤 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐬/𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝

𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐋𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬

enraptured * 🖤

Lumby

carrying bunny

wallet pictures

period pains

snowfall, softly 🖤

don't disrespect his bunny | the apology

the chair

Lumby making a bad day better

isolation

tenderly *🖤

sway

baby

gaze 🖤

home

snuggles

wine confessions

strawberry wine 🖤

lost in the woods

flowers for lumby

cold toes

texting lumby at work

good for me *

bunny's bite 🖤

soft

See the full post

939 notes - Posted April 7, 2022

tenderly

beefy lumberjack!bucky x f!reader

warnings: fluff, soft smut, oral (f receiving), thigh worship (he's a thigh man and i will simply die screaming about it), petnames bunny + sweet girl/good girl, but insatiable and dramatic ass beefy lumberjack!bucky is the main warning.

synopsis: don't deny your beefy man what he wants— especially snowed in inside of his cabin where he's going to keep you wrapped around him in bed, all day.

wc: 3554

a/n: i'm on my period so i'm very h word and emotional and snowed in and god i just love him. not edited, mistakes are all my own. not necessary for this plot but in terms of au, read snowfall, softly first xo

i do not give permission to translate, copy, or share any of my work. IF YOU ARE NOT 18+, DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS

Pirouetting whirls of wind, dustings of plush ice slicing through the air with lazy precision, an altogether hazy hallucination of soft snow and the brute force gentle enough to inspire it— the now very familiar song and dance of the winter wind slapping against the walls of Bucky’s cabin, rousing you from a deep slumber.

Another morning of unadulterated bliss.

Twisting your head to watch the serene scene continue to play outside of his window, the sweeping patter of snow kissing along the roof and against the bark of the trees embraces you in the most peaceful air; all while being wrapped in sheets that smell of sandalwood and patchouli— it’s become your own little heaven.

Your muscles, sore from last night’s activities with the insatiable man tightly woven around your backside, are the only thing troubling you this calm morning— and that issue, is hardly a bother at all.

Nestled tightly into the barely buttoned flannel of your back, his arms are laid protectively under your own, one hand holding just below your hip and the other under his shirt, against your ribs. Just where he left them resting after wrapping your still trembling body in his favorite shirt before falling asleep.

Needing to stretch, your legs and arms try their best to push out in front of you but can only do so much with the way Bucky’s caged himself around you, his legs entangled within the cold flesh of your own. His mouth is pressed firmly against the apex of your back, right where your shoulder meets your neck, soft exhales from his nose tickling in a way that tells of his ease.

An angel.

Almost as if he senses you thinking of him, he nuzzles his forehead deeper against the beginnings of your spine, his arms and legs enveloping you further, bringing you closer to his warmth.

Protected.

Peaceful.

Perfect.

How have you lived any other way?

Your hand mindlessly reaches behind you, tracing gentle circles into the skin of his side and warm stomach. His muscles immediately twitch under your touch and you close your eyes smiling, overwhelmed with the feeling of getting to know another morning like this.

“Looks like we’re snowed in today, huh bunny?” he whispers before placing a kiss at the base of your neck, the ghost of his breath trickling down the length of your spine.

You shiver, startled from the surprise of his gruff voice dripping smoothly from his soft lips. How he learned to exist so silently, you’d never know. A man of his size has no right having the ability to be as quiet as he can, but you can’t say it doesn’t keep you on your toes.

Turning in his arms to face him, you're met with his tired but smug smirk. Bucky loves making you shiver, no matter the connotation. Closing his eyes to urge himself awake, a strong exhale blows past your collarbone while your lips offer delicate kisses along his forehead. Stretching his body, his arms never straying far, wrapping around you even while shrugging off sleep.

“Mmm morning baby. Gotta start putting a bell on you... didn’t know you were awake yet. How do you breathe so quietly? Gonna give me a heart attack one of these days,” you joke, your knuckles brushing against the warm apples of his cheeks. You press a kiss to each cheek, a soft cherry blush blooming under your gentle care and making him appear all the more irresistible.

He giggles, his eyes and nose scrunching tightly as he imagines you forcing him to wear a tiny bell around the warm walls of his cabin. Only you could bring the towering wall of a man to be reduced to a fit of giggles. Bucky knows his cheeks always give away how you make him feel, but he loves it. Just another way to show you the warmth you’ve brought into his life.

“You’d like that too much, where’s the fun in that? I like knowing I can get my little bunny hoppin’,” he deadpans, unsuccessfully. You both break out into a fit of laughter as he shakes you against him softly, trying to coax more precious laughter from you.

“You’re ridiculous, Bucky,” you tease, completely captivated by the way his eyes look with the bright reflection of the falling snow in them. The smile that’s graced his face since he’s woken up grows even wider, taking in the way your face looks while staring at him, the soft light from the window behind you illuminating the air around you.

Absolutely breathtaking, he thought.

Soft crinkles danced around the corners of his lips and eyes; he was truly happy— a sight that never failed to set a fire ablaze in each and every nerve of your body.

Bucky pulls you into his side, pressing a tender kiss into your temple, shifting so you both could watch the snow continue to fall outside. Nestling deeper into the safety of his warm bed you push back against him, reveling in the security of Bucky and the life you get to share. A soft, 'I love you bunny', is all that can be heard whispered into the skin behind your ear.

See the full post

2,605 notes - Posted January 29, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

enraptured

beefy lumberjack!bucky x f!reader (lumby and bunny au)

w.c: fucking long i'm so sorry i have no control (8k)

warnings: SMUT, angst/mention of Bucky's past, oral (f rec), p in v, dom+needy!bucky (this is lumby we are talking ab), fluff, he's so in love that it's actually rude and you might die

summary: Bucky's never been so scared of a feeling in his life. there are too many what if's– too many fears bubbling deep within the parts of him left broken and hollow, untouched for far too long. but he never envisioned finding you– and he's entirely too impatient; entirely too certain no one's ever been more infatuated with something than how he feels for you.

a/n: the long overdo lumby and bunny's first time. i'm so nervous to share this with you and i rewrote this about 3 times lmao. not proofread, all mistakes are my own. i hope you enjoy and please feel free to let me know what you think. tumblr did not want me posting this apparently, please read it lol xo

The last month and a half has been bliss, to put it bluntly.

As the ground awoke from the lasting bite of winter, so have you. His laugh, his voice, his scent, his eyes– god those fucking eyes.

Every day has been something new and exciting; your sweet boy has been nothing short of perfect in the little while you’ve gotten to know him.

Endearing, charming, attentive– but there was something burning under those layers of gleaming eyes and rosy pink cheeks; under his breathless giggles and groaned utterances of his shy ‘come on bun… you’re makin’ me go all silly’.

It wasn’t your fault he looked so pretty when he blushed.

You could feel it in his stare, in the way his hands started holding your curves with a bit more need– even apart from those few intense nights spent on his couch.

His touch had been something that hadn’t shied away from letting you know just where he wanted to be; holding you between his palms was where he felt he fit best.

The force his body used to chop heavy stumps day after day took a lot out of him– years of strain strenuous on his mind, on his limbs. Bucky’s hands only knew rough wind and a death grip; until he met just how soft you could feel under them, that was.

Now they caressed with a featherlight air, molding perfectly around the dips and swell of you. Bucky liked having his hands on you– he knew he just needed to touch you. But there was something off.

Almost as if he was afraid of placing them on you– a hesitancy you couldn’t quite name.

Running gentle tingles along the length of your spine, tracing circles and shy patterns into the secrecy of your sides, his hands began to relax for the first time in years. His lips would sear fire across every inch of skin they discovered, the plump pillows teasing your throat and the span of your shoulders with nervous breaths whispered.

If the shivers and soft whines you graced him with from just his recent discovery of weightlessness were this heavenly– fuck.

He’s fucked.

How’s he meant to contain all his desires– all the urges festering torturously in the pits of his stomach? He’d never be able to stay away once he knew what it was like to let himself go.

What if you felt the same way she did?

While his mouth caressed you, his hands followed. Ghosting over each trail and trace of his tongue, goosebumps spreading across your skin like sparks in a flame.

It was perfect. You’d never known being wanted could feel so right.

As you’d sink further into his chest, hands gripping the back of his neck while he tugged at your thighs to straddle him, he’d shut down. Meeting your movements for a moment, a low moan sounding deep in the depths of his throat as you rolled your hips, pulling at you desperately with a jolt of his core before he realized what he was doing.

Gasps of air and a shaky Bucky would act, anchoring his hands at your waist and slowing his lips gently up the side of your jaw. Chaste, teasing, a soft brush of ‘you’re so perfect bun,’ mumbled against your mouth before cuddling beside you on the couch, turning on a movie to cut through the tense air.

He wanted to take this slow– as slow as you’d let him. The sharp daggers embedded into his heart still left their sting, echoes of her words, 'You’re a fucking hermit. No one wants a man who can’t function in public. It’s embarrassing, really. I don’t want to live in the woods, let alone with you.'

'Let alone with you.'

He still hears it. He still feels it. True and bold, ringing loudly in every shielded touch on your back and hesitant kiss pressed against your temple.

'And you’re so clingy. My god. I need my own space, Bucky. You say you can’t breathe in the city and yet you manage to suffocate me here.'

See the full post

2,719 notes - Posted May 10, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review

5 notes · View notes

springstarfangirl · 1 year

Text

I posted 2,766 times in 2022

That's 1,974 more posts than 2021!

51 posts created (2%)

2,715 posts reblogged (98%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@mitzo

@eretzyisrael

@unbidden-yidden

@existential-dread-in-the-am

@kenmas-blue-psp

I tagged 273 of my posts in 2022

#spring's thoughts - 12 posts

#yuri on ice - 9 posts

#haikyuu!! - 9 posts

#yuuri katsuki - 8 posts

#youtube - 7 posts

#victor nikiforov - 7 posts

#hinata shoyo - 6 posts

#incorrect quotes - 6 posts

#yoi olympics 2022 - 6 posts

#haikyuu - 6 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#the reason so many people associate cuddling and kissing and that stuff with romantic attraction is that they assume that that satisfaction

My Top Posts in 2022:

Hinata: You remind me of the ocean. Kageyama: Because I'm deep and mysterious? Tsukishima: Because you're salty and scare people. (Yamaguchi cracking up in the background) Hinata: You're saltier than him. Tsukishima: Well then, just call me the Dead Sea.

47 notes - Posted August 1, 2022

Day one of my YOI Olympics bingo! That's the alternate event au down, let's see how many more I can do!

122 notes - Posted February 3, 2022

Yuri!!! On Ice Incorrect Quotes

Reporter: Mr. Nikiforov, do you support the LGBTQ community?

Victor, pulling Yuuri into a delicate kiss: I'm gay.

Yuri, from somewhere in the crowd: He's dodging the question!

205 notes - Posted January 17, 2022

Haikyuu Incorrect Quotes

Reporter: Hinata-senshu, do you support the LGBTQ community?

Hinata, grabbing Kageyama by the shirt and kissing him senseless: I'm gay.

Tsukishima, from somewhere in the crowd: He's dodging the question!

234 notes - Posted January 17, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Guys... They deadass rereleased the art so that we could have the ring... My heart...

2,107 notes - Posted March 3, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review

4 notes · View notes

mcondance · 18 days

Note

chinese food for dinner 😋 there’s quite literally no one who could’ve played stu as well as matthew like that role was made for him. he’s such a versatile actor too. the way he was so good as shaggy in the live action films that he took over voice acting for him when the og actor retired?? legendary

(hope your power’s fixed soon omg)

-🐯

el oh vee ee (love) chinese food. he’s so versatile! like scream, slc, and senseless all came out in a 3-ish year time frame (scream in 96, senseless and then slc both in 98) and the roles are all so different and all demand different things but he slipped into all 3 of them so perfectly. he was on press-runs for senseless with stevo’s blue hair and like??? going from a movie like senseless to a movie like slc that fast is insane to me.

i fucking love him as shaggy. i’ve got a shaggy keychain on my purse 😋

(i also hope my power is fixed soon 💔)

#💌;#🐯#i love praising matthew

0 notes

venefikus · 6 months

Text

TO FACE HIM IS TO FACE YOUR DEATH, it is putting your very soul at risk. a powerful necromancer that finds just as much amusement in warping the minds of the living as he does in corrupting their dead. it is impossible to say how much misery he has orchestrated through the millennia of his existence, or what the ultimate goal of such senseless pain, grief and rage is.

A MORTAL KOMBAT ROLEPLAY BLOG featuring quan chi, and all the wretchedness that he brings with him. WILL FEATURE HEAVY AND DARK THEMES, follower discretion is advised.

PLOTTED AND CONNIVED BY VETLAN. 07/98 | they/them | gmt selective, private, and low activity, re-established 11/23. canon-divergent & crossover / cross-timeline friendly.

#mortal kombat rp #mk rp #fighting game rp #video game rp #｢ reblog ｣ 𝘗𝘙𝘖𝘔𝘖𝘚

1 note · View note

strykingback · 7 months

Text

Ace G-Witch AU Bio

Name: Ace Clarence Hughes Callsign: Earthain-Bloodhound (To The Corporations)/ Hellhound Of Liberation (To The Earthians)

Age: Eighteen Birthplace: North Dakota, United States Of America Occupation: Pilot for The "Hounds Of Earth" .

Mobile Suit Name: HH-00140: Gundam Liberation.

Bio: Born on December 21st, A.S. 98. in North Dakota of the United States or what was once the USA. Ace Clarence Hughes was born to a family of humble farmers just living the quiet life As Ace would find joy with his family doing whatever he could to help the family even when things were not looking bright, he always saw a brighter day ahead. Yet, there was something his father saw in him whenever he protected others from bullies or even people that were stronger than him.... he saw a "Wolf" in him that only sought to do the right thing when it was called to do the right thing.

Thus, peace came to an end when the Dawn Of Fold's mission reached the broken U.S when Ace was fifteen when an attack went wrong on a nearby plant which not only killed his mother and father, but left his sister incredibly poisoned to the point where he wanted to join up with the military in order to fight against Dawn Of Fold.... but... he was denied as he was too young and that it was hearby to be covered up by the Space Assembly League.

Which his hatred for corporations and even anti-spacian forces grew... almost like a boiling pot ready to explode As he would sadly begin to work for a corporation after he was informed that the hospital his sister was in had astronomical bills for him to pay. Which Ace grew quick to pay them off as best as he could which led to his anger rising slowly...... then after nearly more than seventeen years of work....

Ace's sister had died... and Ace broke down as he had to release his anger on something, no someone. Which he was met with a leader of a new resistance force... one that opposes corporations and anti-spacian forces a PMC that is only hired when needed . The Hounds Of Earth, to which Ace would join them and slowly he would get the hands of piloting his own Mobile Suit. Yet, it wasnt until he heard of powerful Mobile Suit pilots called "Witches" but to the Hounds they feared them the greatest due to their abilities claiming they made a deal with the devil....

Yet, for Ace... he needed all the power he could get his hands on in order to match that of both Dawn Of Folds Mobile Suits and even the Corporations could fear. Which they tried their best finding one Gundam... even though "all of them" have been destroyed but to his surprise they would find one.... as it was old and beaten up... but still operational.

Which the message left by the owner warned Ace of one thing: "If you are willing to make a deal with the Devil to fight for freedom. Then cast aside your thoughts and become a demon for what you think is right." it left Ace thinking how far are you willing to go to claim freedom. Which before he could make a decision Dominicus Forces attacked upon hearing about the remaining Gundam, which Ace had made his decision...

"No more Lives Shall Be Taken By A Senseless War Between Who Is Right and Who Is Wrong."

Ace would then fight off the Dominicus forces along with his own PMC who were surprised to see Ace take the plunge, which he decided to name his Gundam. Gundam Liberation. As for his leader since Ace decided to make a deal with the "Devil" he recieved the rank of "Hellhound." Yet when checking the diagnostics for this "Gundam" it had no sign of the Permet System onboard, which his leader stated whoever piloted the Liberation before Ace was a deadly Pilot to even be called a "Witch". Which afterwards, Ace would think about going to Asticassia. Which Ace wanted to go as he felt as if one day if the fighting were to end he would need to look into a profession which his captain/leader allowed him to go but not without giving him a mission to look into affairs between the corporations own children. That being the children of Grassley, Benerit, and Jeturk. Miorinne, Shaddiq and Guel.

Which he went alongside the Liberation as he would then use his Gundam for any duels he was challenged by. Despite this he would later become a second year and then join a House mostly the Earth House as he wanted to be reminded about home..... and when he heard about the duels to become the Holder.... he wondered what it was about as he would join with the Gundam. winning until he was outclassed by Shaddiq and then by Guel. Yet, using these losses as information to feed back to earth until another Gundam would come by and thus he would come across Suletta Mercury his "Buddy" and later on a little sister to him.

Suletta brought back his one true purpose, Fighting for what was right.... and did it remind him. However when the GUNDarm company was formed Ace wanted no part in until hearing the encouragement from Chu Chu managed to force him right back in stating that he'll oversee security reasons and to ensure that

When everything was going right it was when he was faced with the Dawn Of Fold again as he was desperate to claim his vengeance like a beast. To which Sophie called him a "Slathering Hound seeking blood " and Norea driving the knife in deeper by saying that he's lost his touch with Earth. Despite putting up a valiant effort his Gundam would be heavily damaged by the fight

Thus, Ace decided to ask for help from some comrades of his to upload a system limiter release program that pushes his Gundam to the very limit while his Gundam was being repaired, but he would then fight Sophie to the point where he unleashed his limiter making Sophie struggle against him but with the release of the Permet Score it was on the same level as the Limiter release... however...

Sophie would later die as he would think if Vengeance was really worth it. However, after observing and sending the information back to his comrades on Earth. He told his commander that his mission was complete and now planned on returning to Earth with his decision being made, in which he would be picked up by his mercenary team secretly leaving behind Asticassia.

When reaching earth his band of mercenaries he would encounter (This is ONLY if plotted with a Suletta roleplayer) Suletta crying all by herself with an SOS signaler. With Ace picking her up and introducing her to his crew, while many of them at first shown indifference to her they would later on grow warm with her as she worked with the crew as long as they can locate her mother in which the Leader of the Hounds of Earth found that as a good deal.

Thus it would be until the incident at Quinharbor where he would face off against Prospera and Ericht who was in fact the Gundam Aerial. In which Ace would immediately fight and put up a valiant effort but sadly would end up getting injured but thankfully he and his mercenary group managed to save a massive amount of lives including the Quinharbor representatives including Miorinne, Guel, and Kenanji.

Thus, when he awakes after a few weeks of being out of comission he finds out that Suletta is planning on taking the fight to Prospera and to get through to Ericht. In which he joins her in his repaired Gundam. Liberation- Helios. As he called upon any remaining Mercenary Bands to help Suletta but also to assist against the Space Assembly League with the following:

"Beyond Earth and Space, The Hound of Liberation and The Witch From Mercury Howls for a Brighter Future For All."

At the end Aces Gundam would fade away due to the Permet Score being too great for it to handle then still serve as a Security Manager for GUNDarm as he was now leader of the Hounds of GUND. A force dedicated to protecting President Miorinne and the employees of GUNDarm.

Click Here to Meet the Hounds Of Earth

#[The Hellhound From Earth- GWitch!Ace]#[The Hellhound Pilot- Ace]

0 notes

odedmusic · 1 year

Video

youtube

הנסיך הקטן

I was reminded of this beautiful sad song, when my daughter played and sang it just now in her room. The song is a story of a senseless tragedy, of a death not in war but in training for one. No matter what, wars are utterly unequivocally senseless. https://he.wikipedia.org/wiki/%D7%94%D7%A0%D7%A1%D7%99%D7%9A_%D7%94%D7%A7%D7%98%D7%9F_(%D7%A9%D7%99%D7%A8) #OdedFriedGaon #OdedMusic

#youtube

0 notes

gold-pavilion · 2 years

Text

Forgive any insensibility, but I really don’t understand why people would be upset at BSD or at the vampire arc. It seems so, so clear that it’s only a plot point, none of those important characters are going to die - the fact that it’s so many main-cast characters all infected should precisely be an indication that it’ll have to be undone. It runs long, for sure, it’s a huge-ass buildup to a rollercoaster climax and it can be a lot to take in, but I’m really not seeing anything wrong, traitorous to the audience or a single sign of bad writing, from my point of view.

BSD doesn’t make a habit of killing characters, not main-cast ones. Side characters, guards, smaller enemies, sure, but not main cast. That’s why I’m calm as ever and simply enjoying the ride!

#twitter is senseless today lmao #thoughts and talk and so #about bsd 98

218 notes · View notes

let-them-read-fics · 3 years

Text

Blackpink HC / One Shots: Enemies to Lovers, College AU (1/2)

Requested: Yes

Warnings / Misc. -- Bickering, Rivalry, Fluff

A/N: Hey everyone! Anon, I assume you wanted to see each individual relationship with the girls and not OT4 x Reader. If not, I apologize, but I hope you enjoy this regardless.

This post includes Jisoo and Jennie. If you would like to see Rosé and Lisa's, click the link below.

Click for Rosé and Lisa

♡ Happy Reading ♡

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

Jisoo

Kim Jisoo: The girl at the top of her class, breezing through her school years with little competition whatsoever. She was used to winning, and anyone that ever tried to challenge her eventually gave up.

You: Also used to being at the top of your class, you were the first person to actually give Jisoo a run for her money. You didn't shy away when challenged by her, and that took her aback.

Your rivalry was one rooted in academics.

When a new project was assigned and you were allowed to choose your teammates, everyone would flock to the two of you in hopes of getting picked.

Bragging rights were awarded to whoever had the longest line of people.

Impatiently waiting to see who scored higher on tests.

Rubbing it in when you did better, and vice versa.

"Ha! Take that, Jisoo. I got a 98."

"Don't get cocky, Y/N. I beat you by 6 points last week."

"Yeah, yeah," you brush her off. "Look who's on top now." You hold your paper up, smiling when she rolls her eyes.

Other competitions were held, and even the teachers caught on and would adjust their lessons accordingly.

"Class, today we'll be having a set of one on one debates, and an anonymous vote will determine the winner of each. The person who defends their opinion the most effectively will win. Jisoo and Y/N, you're up first."

Although losing was always annoying, it made you respect each other a little more.

You both loathed and revered each other, though you'd never let that secret out.

Fighting for the best scholarships and rankings.

Constant bickering and one liners in class

"Should I go ahead and apologize now, or is it okay to wait?"

"Apoligize for what?"

"Ending your career."

*unintelligible mumbling*

"What was that, Y/N?" Jisoo inquires, cocking her head to the side as she narrows her eyes at you.

"I said: you're going down."

She scoffs at that, unaffected. "Please, I'd like to see you try."

You ended up winning that day, and she was all *surprised pikachu*

School would always be interesting and eventful with her

Pretty much everyone else can tell that you have a thing for one another, but the two of you remain oblivious.

Turning Point

Both of you joined the academic team when you enrolled, which meant that you'd be going toe to toe with other school teams in pursuit of the winning title.

On one of your overnight field trips to face off against another school, you were assigned to the same hotel room.

"Mrs. Wilson, I can't stay with her--" You walk down the hotel hallway behind your instructor, hoping she'll see your point. Her reasoning for putting you together on the roster is beyond you.

"Y/N, it's only for a night. You know we can't afford to give all of you individual rooms; our budget's already small." She reasons, eventually turning towards you when she reaches the elevator.

"Alright," you relent with a sigh, putting your hands up.

What she says next surprises you. "Who knows, you might enjoy it." A knowing look shines in her eye, and a small smirk threatens to tug at her features.

The elevator dings just as you go to question her about it, and she bids you farewell before heading in.

You can do this, Y/N. It's just one night; how bad can it be? You ask yourself, taking your sweet time in going back to the room.

---

An Hour Later

In an attempt to kill some time and recover from the fatigue your long road trip brought on, you've been trying to relax and take a nap. In fashion with your typical luck, though, Jisoo is making that nearly impossible.

"Jisoo, turn it down!" You groan, tossing a pillow at her head. She sits on the loveseat at the foot of your bed, completely fixated on the images flashing before her eyes as she plays her video game.

"Shhh, stop distracting me." She says over her shoulder, making you huff.

You value your pride too much to ask nicely, so you suck it up and stick it out for a little while longer. When she lets out a loud shout a few minutes later, though, you've reached the end of your patience.

Wordlessly, you get out of bed and stomp over to the TV, standing directly in front of it.

"Y/N, move! I'll lose!"

You stay there with your arms crossed, and are soon rewarded by the game's voiceover announcing: "Game over."

She huffs and sets her controller down, clearly upset.

"Sucks when people don't listen, huh?" You challenge, still mad that you've been denied a proper nap for so long. Every time you'd be right on the cusp of being drug under, slipping in and out of glorious slumber, she'd do something to ruin it. You're cranky now, and being petty seems like a just punishment for her.

"I can't believe you did that," she shakes her head and rolls her eyes. "That was the championship match!"

"Oh well," you shrug, a smirk tugging at your lips at that new piece of info. Perhaps justice has been served after all.

With one more warning glance at her to tell her not to do it again, you go back to the bed and get comfy, settling under the warm blankets.

---

30 Minutes Later

"ON YOUR RIGHT, ABOUT TO ROUND THE CORNER!" Jisoo bellows out, smirking when she feels you stir behind her. You scowl, wiping the sleep from your eyes.

"Jisoo, I swear to God," you grumble, feeling the irritation rise in you all over again. You get up again and approach her, but she has a plan this time. In one fluid motion, she sticks her foot out in front of you, making you stumble and fall to the ground.

"What the--" as you prepare to reprimand her, you see something out of your peripheral. Aided by your new perspective, you spot the remote controller on the coffee table right in front of you, just an arm's length away.

When Jisoo notices that you haven't screamed at her yet, she looks down and realizes her mistake. A dramatic moment passes where you both lock eyes, before immediately diving for the remote. You manage to get to it first, quickly hugging it close to your body and rolling away from her. She pounces a second later, reaching her hands around you to pry it from your grip.

"Give it back, Y/N!"

"No!"

You writhe underneath her until she manages to get the upper hand, straddling your hips in an attempt to pin you down. She sits back on her knees, gazing down at you as your chests heave from the effort you've exerted.

"Give it." She commands, holding her hand out expectantly.

You shake your head, amused that she thought that would be enough to sway you. "No."

"Then you leave me no choice." Her hands dart forward to your abdomen, and she begins tickling you mercilessly in order to make you surrender. Calls for her to cease her assault struggle past your lips, but you know it's futile. She's a determined person just like you, and she won't stop until she gets what she wants.

So, after taking a second to think of a way out of your predicament, a brilliant idea pops into your head.

You finally let her pry your arms open, smirking when she cheers and claims victory. In one fluid motion, just as she had done before, you wrap your leg around one of hers and flip her onto her back before leaning down to kiss her. She tenses up at first, but her hands end up working their way to your hips as her lips begin to move against yours.

Your plan is backfiring a bit; you only intended to shock her and buy yourself time to steal the remote back -- you never thought you'd actually enjoy the feeling of her kiss. You tilt your head to the side to get a better angle and slowly skim your hand down to hers, where the device is tightly clutched. Her other hand has come up to your jaw, which she's gently guiding as she steals another kiss from your lips.

Her distracted state made it easy to get what you were after, and soon -- much too soon for Jisoo's liking -- you pull away with a victorious smile. She doesn't know what to say; in all honesty, she's almost forgotten how to breathe with the way you kissed her senseless.

"I win." You grin, hopping off of her and shutting the TV off before crawling back into the bed. She stays in that same position for a couple minutes, laying on the floor as she tries to sort through what the hell just happened. She can't even be upset right now; she brings her fingertips to her lips, skimming them over the heart-shaped pillows as she smiles.

The Fallout

Things were a little tense when you shared the bed that night

Anytime you'd roll over and readjust your head on the pillow in your sleep, unknowingly positioning your lips dangerous close to hers, her heartbeat would pick up and she'd have to roll over again

You pretended to be asleep when she scooted back against you, pressing herself against your front in search of the heat that your body provided. You brought an arm around her, enclosing her in a soft embrace that had her blushing crimson

Subtle flirting at the competition the next day

Sticking up for each other when one of the other teams got a little rude

"Hey, don't talk about her like that!" Jisoo warns, glaring at the student from your rival school. His uniform is mussed and unkempt, leaving it as no surprise that he was the one to say such a thing.

"Why do you care?" He laughs back, spurred on as his friends snicker along.

The question catches her off guard; just days ago, she was the one bantering with you and testing your limits. Now though, when someone else is taking it too far, she can't help but feel angry. "Because she's my teammate. Now knock it off or I'll report you to your dean for unsportsmanlike behavior."

He scoffs, but eventually opts to grumble out another insult and turn away, nursing his bruised ego.

"Thanks, Chu." You quietly say, having witnessed the whole encounter from the row behind her. A small smile tugs at your lips at her actions, warming your heart.

"No problem, Y/N. But you'd better help me beat him; I'm not losing to that idiot." You laugh and agree, shaking her hand to seal your pact. She tries not to get too caught up on the smoothness of your skin or how it reminds her of last night, but her brain doesn't listen.

Needless to say, you beat them.

Your team stopped by a nice restaurant on the way back home for a celebratory dinner

Jisoo sat beside you

Cue the blushing and quiet flirting

It's a new side of her that you're not used to seeing. Now, instead of being all hardcore and witty, a simple look from you can make her blush

It doesn't always, though; sometimes she grows bold and lays a hand on your thigh for a moment, laughing at something you said

It's giving very much so gay panic™️, but you wouldn't trade it for the world

After the dinner, you go back to the bus and sit in your seats (which aren't together, surprisingly).

As you scroll through your phone, you get a text from Jisoo. Attached to the message is an invitation to one of her favorite mobile games.

"Hey, Y/N. Will you be my player 2? 🎮"

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

Jennie

Jennie Kim: The girl who practically ran the school, always getting her way and never having to lift a finger. She was royalty: the queen bee sat atop her throne, giving orders to the masses that they followed blindly. The whole situation seemed straight out of a poorly-written teenage movie, and it always annoyed you.

You: The girl who stuck to herself, only having a close group of friends that she talked to. You weren't popular, per se, but you weren't cursed to exist at the bottom of the food chain, either. Many people knew you, but you only associated with a select few.

You avoid the "popular" crowd a majority of the time, opting to spend spare time in between classes in the library or outside, doing homework

Jennie is the type of person that has people lined up, waiting for her to ask them to do hers for her. She gets to skip class and do whatever she wants, and she usually takes advantage of that.

She's never been mean to you directly, but you've seen her and her posse pick on people in typical mean girl fashion

You've never noticed the way that she usually targets people who've said bad things about you. She sticks up for you without you even knowing.

So, as you would expect, when your best friend called you and begged you to accompany her to one of the biggest parties of the year (hosted by none other than Jennie's brother), you were definitely surprised. Neither of you are the type to go to anything like that, but you know that she secretly wants to peek into that world of luxury.

"Pleaaaaase, Y/N? I'll do your laundry for a month."

"Fine."

The Turning Point

Your stylish boots crunch lightly against the concrete as you stand outside of the frat house, grimacing when you notice a boy stumble to the side of the house and get sick.

"We might have to bump that offer up to two months," you say to your friend, leaning onto her car as she checks her makeup in the side mirror.

"If it keeps you here for an hour or so, then fine." She smiles, taking your hand and leading you towards the building. Upon opening the door you're immediately greeted by waves of the strong bass of whatever song is playing. Their rhythmic thumps reverberate around the house, and you choose to seek some semblance of peace and quiet by heading to the kitchen. Your friend comes with, and the two of you push your way to the drink bar for refreshments.

"Thanks again for coming along, Y/N/N. You're the best." She leans into you, saying the phrase loud enough for you to hear over the music.

"I know," you hold your head up higher, self-assured. "You'd better go find Benji before things get too wild," you tell her, taking note of how the crowd is quickly growing in size. Benji, her longtime crush, is the only reason you really agreed to tag along; she's been head over heels for him for as long as you've known her, and you see this as the perfect opportunity for her to finally tell him. She needed some backup, and you always come through for your friends.

"Alright, I'll come find you later," she says, nervously smiling as she kisses your cheek as a farewell. You shout encouragement to her retreating figure, grinning wildly when you see her throw her hand up in the air.

Considering you made a drink for her just then before sending her off, you take the time now to make one for yourself. Your hands skim through the air overtop of the different bottles, searching for your favorite flavors and types to mix. As you go to reach across the table for one of them, disaster strikes.

You gasp as cold liquid lands on your shoulder, following gravity's command and rushing down your back and chest. A flurry of apologies follows suit, and you feel a soft hand on the small of your back as you go to turn around.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry," Jennie says, covering her mouth in shock. For a moment you're worried that she was dared to do this -- that perhaps her friends sent her off to ruin your outfit and embarrass you. When you find sincere regret in her deep brown eyes, though, all of those worries melt away.

"It's alright," you assure her, shaking your arms to get rid of some of the sticky drink that's trailed its way down. You set your half-filled cup on the table, no longer interested in getting anymore now.

"At least let me wash the shirt for you. I have a coat you can wear while its getting clean."

You furrow your brows at the offer, not expecting that from her. Not only has she apologized, which is practically unheard of from the prima donna, but she's willing to do something for another person?

"Uh, okay." You do your best to mask the confusion in your tone, but it's still plain to see.

"Follow me," she politely instructs, leading you down the hall towards what you assume is the laundry room.

She flips the light on and shuts the door behind you, walking into the closet to search for the spare set of close she keeps here.

When she emerges again, fluffy coat in hand, she begins stumbling over the words she was about about to say. Her eyes land on you, taking in the expanse of exposed skin now that you've stripped off the shirt you were wearing. She can't help but admire the sight; she subconsciously bites her lip, only being brought back to reality when you wave your hand in front of her face.

"Hello? Earth to Jennie?"

"What?" She eventually asks, shaking her head to rid herself of the thoughts swarming in it. She's always had a sort of thing for you, but she never imagined you could look that good. It should be a crime.

"I asked if you have a bathroom around here, so I can, ya know... wash up a bit. Whatever you had to drink is pretty sticky." You chuckle, moving your arm to show her how far it's spread.

"This room over here," she says, approaching a door on the wall opposite you, "is actually a bathroom. Convenient, right?" She asks, flipping the light on for you.

"Absolutely," you perk up, glad to know that you won't have to strut down the hall in your sports bra to get to a bathroom.

She steps to the side and pushes the door open for you, nearly melting when you give her a little wave and shut it behind yourself. She's got it bad.

She takes your shirt and throws it in the washer before setting the knobs correctly, knowing the best combos by heart. She and her brother are close, so it's not uncommon for her to come by and help him with chores when he gets swamped.

A few minutes later you come out of the bathroom clean and dry, nervously fidgeting with your hands as she turns to look at you again. Having the Jennie Kim looking at you in such a way and having her so close is a bit overwhelming, and you're not exactly sure how to deal with it.

"Here," she says, reaching around you to slide her jacket onto your arms. Her face hovers dangerously close to yours as she does, making you hold your breath in anticipation. She pulls the jacket closed, adjusting it so that it lays right, and you look into her eyes.

"Thanks, Jen."

Her heart speeds up at the nickname, though she tries not to show it.

"No problem, sweet thing." She flirts, taking you aback.

Just as you go to say something more, the door blasts open and a couple of her friends pop in. "There you are Jennie! What are you-- oh," they say, watching as the two of you spring apart.

When they realize who you are, they laugh among themselves. "What're you doing in here with her?" They ask, looking you up and down before ultimately appearing unimpressed. Jennie glances at you again, and you can see her going through some sort of inner turmoil.

"Thank God you guys showed up; she won't quit talking. I was just about to leave." She laughs, regaining the bitchy aura that she's known for. You set your jaw and nod, remembering why you choose to stay away from people like them.

"Wow, Jennie. You really had me fooled," you bite back, a bit shocked, but not surprised. You keep your eyes on hers as you take her jacket off and let it drop to the floor in front of her, grabbing a spare towel from the hamper on your way out the door. Her friends scoff at you, wondering what such a nobody like you thinks they're doing treating Jennie like that. You brush past them and send her one last look, conveying all the emotions you feel with a mere glance.

She's disappointed in herself, and she hangs her head as the girls scoop the designer material up and hand it to her.

----

45 Minutes Later

Just 15 more minutes, Y/N; totally doable. You reason with yourself. Jennie left the laundry room soon after you, leaving it vacant for you to put your shirt in the dryer and retrieve it when it was done. Now, clad in the warm material, you sit outside by the fire. Stars are shining brightly in the night sky, illuminating it so beautifully that your mind is taken off of what happened. They twinkle for you, and the sight puts you at ease.

What has that pleasant feeling dissipating in a second, however, is the sound of Jennie's voice as she exits the patio door.

She's talking to her friends about some boy that's in love with her, as the whole school seems to be, and you roll your eyes. With the moment officially ruined, you decide to head back into the house and spend the rest of your sentence there.

Once you stand up from your seat and turn around to take your leave, her friends notice you. "Jesus, you're really obsessed, aren't you? Are you following her or something?" One of them, a snarky blonde from earlier, asks.

You laugh at that. "Hardly," you glance at Jennie, though she avoids eye contact. "I'm sure you'd like that, though. Give you something to talk about other than your split ends." She reels back at your boldness, prepared to start a fight.

"You bitc--"

"Stop," Jennie finally steps in, cutting the girl off. She moves between the two of you, putting a hand on your chest and looking into your eyes.

"Jennie, I don't know what her problem is," the blonde squeaks out, trying to defend her actions.

"The problem doesn't lie with her," she tells her, leaving her puzzled. Jennie continues, "I lied earlier; I'm the one who invited her to the laundry room because I spilled my drink on her." You narrow your eyes at her following her statement, wondering where she's going with this.

"We probably would've kissed, too, if you hadn't walked in."

Your heart speeds up a little at that, but you're still hurt by what she did earlier. Having her be one way with you in private and another in public is never a good sign.

"I'm done with you guys. You turn me into something I'm not," she looks between the small following that's accrued, letting them know how she's been feeling for the past bit. The majority of them are stuck up and entitled, and seeing the hurt in your eyes put things into perspective for her. She likes you, and she wants to be better because of that.

"I don't understand, Jennie," one of them asks, sounding like she's on the brink of tears. Are these people really that invested? You know the hierarchy of popularity is confusing, but they make it seem like she's breaking up with them.

"We're not friends anymore. Not until you get your heads out of your asses and start being nicer."

The crowd clearly doesn't know how to react at her sudden change in attitude, but they mutter out various responses before some of them break away.

You look down at her and glance to the house, wordlessly telling her to follow you so that you can have a moment alone to talk. You lead her over to the patio and stand against the wall.

"I'm sorry," she says, sounding relieved to finally get the words out. Her previous actions have been weighing heavily on her, and she's been doing some introspection. It's not entirely all of a sudden, though; she's been questioning why she still hangs out with them for a while now. This encounter just confirmed her desire to leave them.

"I shouldn't have lied like that. I know it hurt you." She looks away, feeling disappointed again.

"Yeah, it definitely wasn't fun to have my crush talk about me like that." You nod, shoving your hands into your pockets.

"Crush?" Her head raises up, doing a terrible job of concealing the hopefulness she feels blossoming.

"Crush." You lightly smile at the way she blushes at your simple confirmation. She's too adorable for her own good; it's really no wonder than she has everyone on their knees for her.

"Thank you for apologizing," you say after a moment, nudging her shoulder gently. "It's more than your posse usually gives, so I appreciate it. You'd better mean it, though." You cock your head at her expectantly, a hint of warning in your tone.

"You have my word," she smiles, determined to make sure the opportunity you're giving her doesn't go to waste.

The Fallout

In the following weeks, she cut ties with more and more toxic people, causing a bit more drama to stir up, but she didn't care. You were by her side through all of it, as were your friends, and she saw what true community looks like. She had so many people at her beck and call back then, but none of them cared as much as your close knit group. They were in it because of her status, not because of her.

Walking her to class

Both of you sticking up for each other if people try to start stuff

Helping her correct her bad habits if she starts to get judgemental with someone or slips back into her old ways

Being patient with her

Her spoiling you randomly to show how thankful she is for you

"Miss L/N, we have a Candy Gram for you. Sent by Jennie Kim." A staff member says upon entering the classroom, walking the package over to you. You grin widely as you open the note attached to it.

"Come see me after class, Y/N/N. I have something for you."

You were excited for the rest of class

You rode your bike back to her dorm, parking it outside before knocking on the door.

"Hey, Jendeukie. What do you have for--"

You're abruptly cut off by her lips pressing against yours as her hands pull you in, turning you to mush. You sink into her arms and kiss back, reveling in the feeling of finally having this moment with her. You've been waiting for it ever since the party.

"I've wanted to do that for so long," she softly admits, resting her forehead against yours. "I hope I didn't overstep." You can hear the nervousness in her voice, and you smile at how cute she is.

"Quite the opposite, actually. Come here," you pull her in again, lifting her up into your arms as you walk into her dorm. She squeals at the sudden move, but the sound is quickly muffled as you lean in to kiss her again.

326 notes · View notes