#the colouring on this...that's with god. i can't find my glasses.

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Stupid 4 Stupid x

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Mattheo Riddle Headcanons

Just a few little headcanons I have about my husband, loml, Mattheo Thomas Riddle <3 Sidenote: if you're confused, Tom Riddle is fancasted as the son of Voldemort rather than as voldemort himself, because he is too fit to be a noseless vampire xx

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- his favourite colour is gray. The reason behind this is he used to know this really sweet smoke coloured cat when he was little and he used to play with her, so isnce then he finds the colour relaxing

- him and Theodore Nott have been friends since they were really young. Like 3 or something.

- when he was younger, he found a copy of peter pan in a bin somewhere, picked it up and read it. He knew his father would kill him if he found out he was keeping a muggle book, so he hid it and it became his favourite book after reading

- when he was really young, Bellatrix (his mother) taught him and Tom occlumency, to be able to hide secrets from their father. She thought it was important for them to have some kind of privacy.

- he would be an arctic monkeys fan (yes I am aware they were not formed at the time he was at Hogwarts, but if he was gen z he'd love them.)

- he's a cat person, due to being bitten by a dog when he was little (no he does not have rabies and no he is not a furry) but he has a soft spot for bernese mountain dogs because Theo Nott has one)

- when I say he has only got eyes for you, I mean it. This man would rather gauge his eyes out than look at any other girl, he is so incredibly loyal.

- He believed Rodolphus Lestrange was his father up until he saw Rodolphus yell at Bellatrix when he was 11 about him not being his son. It broke him, as up until then he had been Mattheo Lestrange. From then on, he went by Mattheo Riddle.

- love language is physical touch, always with an arm around your waist, fiddling with your hair, kissing your cheek, forehead, temple, nose, lips, anywhere he can reach.

- possessive, but not in a controlling way. He has a fear of abandonment, so he likes to know that you're still his. Seeing other guys/girls look at you worries him a little, but he can't blame them because you are literally gorgeous. (and tbh, I don't think he's ever gonna have a problem with you looking at someone else, because he's perfection.)

- would give up anything for you, and gave up smoking immediately after starting to like you.

- absolutely in love with you. I cannot stress this enough, but this man is head over heels, for you, and only you.

- has a soft spot for you. When you first met/saw him, you thought he seemed emotionally unavailable (which he was, besides joking with friends tbh) but that changed for you, he was kind, and even vunerable when he asked you out, although still prefers to keep his emotions to himself.

- just a lil thing, but th Riddle family is RICH RICH so he is always buying you gifts even if you insist he shouldn't spend so much on you.

- when I say this guy would get a dog for you, I must make you understand how HUGE this is. He HATES dogs, so this is a huge thing for him. PLEASE APPRECIATE IT!!!

- would get into fights all the time (check out previous one shot No More Fights pleeeease x) over you, for you, and with you. If you got into a fight he'd be at the sidelines cheering you on like the supportive love he is >>>>

- nicknames. Oh my god, he has so many for you, muggle references are a speciality of his for some reason. Boojiboo, Darling, Angel, Princess, baby, and his person favourite: LOVE. Love this, love that, he uses it more than your actual name.

- he has reading glasses. he absolutely hates them, but you think they make him look cute and kinda smart (which he does, picture it, trust me)

- he reads a lot. Back at his house his room is next to their library so he can have easier access to it.

- he loves astrology. He knows all the constellations, the planets, and takes you on stargazing dates

- he smells like pinewood and fire. Just a really relaxing, wintery scent

- He HATES Summer. absolutely loves winter and autumn, but summer is just horrible to him. he hates the heat and bugs mostly, but he also hates the holidays because he's away from you and his friends

- went to a lot of pureblood balls/dances when he was young and is a very good dancer.

- doesn't have the closest relationship with Tom, who is two years older than him (same year as the Weasley twins), but he can go to Tom if he needs help with anything, whether it be homework to planned Arson :)

- he has a gorgeous morning voice. all gravely but still sounds beautiful

- he loves pretending to be asleep infront of you, and deliberately pretends to say your name in his sleep to see you smile when he "wakes up" and you tell him

- he's an early bird other than when he's really tired. If you wake up before him, you're not getting out of bed for hours, he's keeping you right there with him, hugging you tightly to him to prevent your escape. (not that you'd want to)

- if he sees you're nervous, he gives you his hand to fiddle with and you play with his fingers. if it doesn't help, he takes your hands in his and squeezes them gently.

- makes really good pancakes and waffles. He had them first at Theodore's house, and Theo's mum taught him how to make them.

- he's very good with kids, surprisingly. You once managed to snap a photo of him wearing a plastic tiara and now use it as leverage in arguments ;)

- he has big brother energy, and a lot of it. After the battle of Hogwarts, when Delphini was very little, he helped raise her to the best he could with help from Tom, the other Slytherins and Narcissa Malfoy. If you were comfortable with it, Delphini would be really close with you and see you as a big sister/brother/sibling <3 you guys would look after her and raise her to not carry out the events written in the cursed child.

- continuing with big brother stuff, he helps out the first years with homework and stuff when they need it.

- if people aren't listening when he's talking, he doesn't yell, just stops talking

- he's not agressive while drunk, like ever. Infact, total opposite. It. Is. Hilarious. He loosens up entirely. Trying to get you to ballroom dance with him, tripping over his feet. He'll go full on Shakira until you have to drag him out of the room. One time you gave him a hug while drunk but he didn't recognise you so he said "sorry, I have a girlfriend/boyfriend/partner" 😭 then realised it was you and pulled you back into the hug.

- he loves scary movies, naturally, but he's actually a sucker for a good rom com if it's actually good. I'm not talking boring predictable ones, genuinely good ones.

- if he was gen Z, he would be a huge marvel fan. don't try to convince me otherwise. not collecting merch and stuff, but seeing every movie within the week it comes out.

- before you two started dating he kept listening to Conan Gray (yes I'm a huge Conan fan so may be a little biased and I know conan was not singing then but anywayyyyy) his favourite song was Heather, because he didn't know if you reciprocated his feelings, but when you got together, he gave you his sweater on the third of December. I'm so proud of him.

- he's more of a cooker than a baker to be honest, he'd bake with you, but other than that he'd steer clear of sweet treats.

- he's fluent in French, Spanish and Italian as well as English. He wanted to learn Latin as well when he was younger, but didn't have time so is learning it now.

- he wears converse a lot. don't even argue with me please, I am right. (you can quote me on that to your family if needed guys)

- he loves photography and taking long walks in nature to get photos. If you were comfortable with it, he'd use you as his muse, styling you into his photos and capturing your beauty perfectly.

- DIMPLES

- He can play guitar. Simping.

- loves spicy food, literally obsessed with it.

- his biggest fear is getting the dark mark. he doesn't want anything to do with his father, and only took the name Riddle so as not to be an insult to rodolphus.

- anytime you say "I'm proud of you" he silently pulls you into a hug. he hasn't heard those words enough, so the fact that you have said it just completes him.

- drops anything for you if you need him.

- man child. he needs your attention at least five times a day.

- big spoon. You will never ever be big spoon, it is his role, he has assigned it to himself and is very protective of it.

[polarisjisung]

cherry flavoured

12— ME AND MY GIRLIES

SYNOPSIS: y/n, the campuses notorious heartbreaker, had never been one to settle down, running from the word commitment since the concept had first been introduced to her, but one smile and a little cherry coke seems to do just the trick when she runs into captain of the dance team, park jisung

PAIRING: dancer!jisung x fem!reader

WARNINGS: swearing, manipulation

NOTES: I feel like this chapter is sorta difficult to format in terms of the story stuff and the written parts so it's kinda confusing 💀

girls' night meant games, laughing until your stomach hurt, smiling until your cheeks began to ache, drinking to the silliest of promises, celebrating all things good, blocking out the bad

no thanks to the whole ordeal of a locker littered with notes, and being completely overwhelmed with such hurtful words, y/n had found it specifically difficult to move on from her conversation with the choi as if his every statement rung loud in her ears

each glimpse she'd catch of herself in the mirror causing her to gulp harshly, the glares she'd received at school making her feel small in a way she never had before, even after reaching her apartment, like there were eyes on her everywhere she went

but despite her initial rigidity, y/n had taken the night head on, ratatouille playing somewhere in the background as the girls began to form the dough needed for their chosen baked goods, milk chocolate chip cookies, with extra chocolate chips of course

"1 cup of butter" yunjin had yelled from somewhere across the kitchen, throwing the two sticks of butter at yuqi who failed to catch them, one hitting her in the eye, the other y/n's arm

the two girls laughed it off, but not before offering a sharp glare towards the ginger who only sheepishly smiled back, half apologetic as they haphazardly attempted to bake

"so y/n, spill" the smirk on yeonhee's face was enough for the redhead to know what she's referring to, regardless she asked

"spill what?"

"tell us about mystery man, I can't live with those faceless instagram stories of yours" yuqi whined, sitting up on the countertop as she bit into a breadstick, crossing her legs

"I don't know what you want me to say" she gave an honest answer, not knowing where to begin with the boy she found herself thinking of time and time again, "he's sweet" she says

"sweet? that's it?" yunjin huffed disappointedly "well we knew that, he sent you flowers and cupcakes for gods sake, and they were in your favourite colour, tell us something we don't know" she lifted her palm to her face, half frustrated as she laughed at the new side of her friend.

but y/n could't find a starting point, each time a random thought of the once blue haired boy popped into her mind the trajectory of what she'd intended to say would change, a smile beginning to form over her lips, unbeknowst to her

"we all know this is just a long talking phase" yeri walked across the room to the fridge, grabbing a glass of water "y/n will find someone new in no time"

the girl in question chose to ignore the comment with a roll of her eyes before continuing, reaching over to mix the batter seeing as yeonhee had grown tired of doing it

"I don't know, he just, he confuses me" the hesitation was clear in her words, the foreign feeling something she was still struggling to understand, "like he makes me feel comfortable and he makes my breath catch in my throat all at once"

they nodded, urging her to continue

"I think I like him" she sighed, unsure of herself, not knowing what it meant to like anyone at all, "I kind of want to ask him out on a date" she half whispered, worried at the possibility of rejection— her last attempt of a date having never felt extravagant enough for her thanks to the project they'd been working on

her statement was followed by instant hums of support and a shrill whistle from yuqi, though yeri has only scoffed at the sight

"y/n chasing a man? how odd" the sarcastic tone hadn't gone unnoticed by the girls again, nothing said in response under the assumption that the oldest simply had the habit of speaking this way, but for some reason, tonight y/n had felt a certain edge to her words through the blunt delivery and plain careless expression she wore

the redhead shrugged it off again, pouring in a bag full of chocolate chips as yunjin took over the stirring, popping a couple into her mouth

"I don't see why you shouldn't ask him" yuqi began, "you'll never get anywhere just thinking it, and from what I can tell, there's no reason he'll say no"

yuqi, like always spoke honestly, offering advice despite her usual carefree nature— one of the signs that reminded her friends just how much she truly cared for them

though, the inch of confidence that y/n had gained from her words seems to be cut down in an instant. yeris voice loud from across the kitchen

"I mean, if I was you, I'd reconsider. You've known him for all of what? 5 weeks— you move on quick y/n. Are you sure this is the right time?"

the doorbell rung before anyone could respond, or even fully process her words, the girls rushing towards the door, knowing the pizza they had long awaited had finally arrived.

y/n felt the way yeri let's her eyes trace up and down over her, scoffing loudly again with a disgusted snarl on her lips— she felt small, insignificant.

"dating has never been your strong suit, I don't know why you're trying now" and with that the older had walked out to the living room, taking a seat on the couch where the rest of the girls had opened up the red cardboard boxes and set then on the table, but y/n found herself frozen, stuck in place as she inhaled a deep breath

thought it came out shaky, the first few times she finally settled into a half steady pattern of breathing, a hand resting on her chest, heartbeat erratic

"y/n come, the food will get cold" yeonhee shouted, tapping the seat next to her, and the girl followed, yet again, forgetting the words her friend had uttered, or at least trying to

thought it had intially seemed easy to let go of, the girl found herself pondering over the words late into the night, when everyone had comfortably made their way under the covers and curled up tight, y/n rested one arm on the ledge of their apartment balcony, looking over the city

maybe she wasn't cut out for dating, to like somebody.

if she couldn't tell what it was, that knocking feeling in her chest at every sight of the boy, the mere thought of him, surely she didn't actually like him, liking someone wouldn't leave her confused. if she really liked him, she would have known, perhaps this was all a silly little crush that would die down later, just like yeri had said.

After all, yeri had had her own fair share of relationships, yeri had a first love, and y/n knew those were experiences she hadn't yet learnt from, believing yeri suddenly made all the more sense.

she sighs, watching the cloud of breath condense in front of her, the quiet sound of a busy city below bringing her to reality, soft footsteps becoming increasingly louder behind her

"you know, I meant what I said earlier" yeri leans up against the boundary of the balcony next to the girl, "as a friend, I care about you y/n and I just don't think you should do this"

y/n listens, hoping to find solace in her friends words, an explanation to her feelings at the very least.

"you're the girl who hooks up with people, drops one guy and moves onto the next, you've practically had every guy in school wrapped around your pinkie at some point or another but you're not the girl who can love anyone, you weren't built that way"

the saliva seems thick as she gulps, her throat dry as a nauseating pulse rose in her chest

"really?" her voice was hoarse, cracking as she found herself sniffling, the cold now getting to her and the thought of how she was perceived by those closest to her nothing short of mortifying

she nodded.

"don't lead him on, you know you're not capable of love" is the last thing yeri said before disappearing past the sliding doors again, and returning to her own bed.

y/n sighs, maybe she was right.

tying her hair back and slipping out the door with the orange ball in hand, the girl turns back to face her friends, sprawled out across the floor half asleep, feeling suffocated by the thought of whether they all saw her the same way jiung did, jeno did, yeri did, the way she was beginning to see herself.

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the best

🍂 characters/pairings: isagi yoichi x reader

🍂 warnings: fluff. i painted my own nails a few days ago and it was a disaster so now i have this idea. just a drop of suggestive it's almost non existent. isagi calls reader "my girl" once, she/her pronouns used. not proofread. lmk if there's anything else.

🍁 summary: having trouble painting your nails? don't worry. your boyfriend has pretty steady hands. (both pretty, and steady)

"god," you groaned, leaning back in your chair. "i can't do this shit anymore."

"what," isagi asked, taking your annoyed whine as a sign to set his phone aside and pad over to where you sat near your work table. "is everything okay?"

you huffed, looking up at your boyfriend who leaned over the desk by using his arm for support. he took in the sight of the several small glass bottles in front of you, and then your nails. you'd only painted your index finger until now. "i spent over 20 minutes trying to decide what colour i should go for, and when i finally do decide— it turns out my hands don't want to work with me! they're so damn shaky."

he ignored the quirk in his lips, finding your little pout amusing.

"then let me help," he said sincerely.

"but i don't want to bother you." you replied with the same sincere tone, despite the hopeful glint in your eyes and the guilty smile on your face.

"you're not bothering me," he rolled his eyes, pinching your cheek. "let me help— my hands are pretty good."

you raised your eyebrows once he said that. he shrugged innocently, as if to say 'what? you know i'm right.'

"but there's only one chair. how are you going to paint my nails while you're standing?" you sighed, sliding the mess aside to get up from your seat, seeming to give up.

and just after that, he settled down in your chair, an expectant look on his face.

"c'mere."

you blinked.

"yoichi—"

"baby, just get your ass over here. stop thinking so much." he groaned, now getting impatient. volunteering to do such a task was already making him a bit nervous. he didn't want to mess up your nails, even if he was confident in his steady hands.

but you stood where you were, hands crossed over your chest. "it's not gonna be easy to paint my nails when i'm sitting on your lap."

isagi bit his lip and quickly reached out with both of his arms to grab you and pull you towards him, earning from you a short scream as you finally dropped down in the chair. he grinned without any sign of guilt on his face. "you're so not fun, y/n. let's try it out at least."

you shook your head with a growing smile, getting more comfortable and turning your legs a little to the right so you could give him more space to work on your nails with just one hand— since his other one was supporting your back. "good luck."

he hummed, eyes trailing over the variety of colors which stood on your table. "which one was it?"

you pointed towards the one you had previously been struggling to apply on your right hand's index.

he whistled lowly, "that's a cute color."

as you held the bottle for him and he uncrewed the tall lid, you couldn't help but giggle. "you really don't give up on something when you decide to do it, huh?"

isagi nodded once. "and i wanna make my girl happy. if she wants her nails done, 'm gonna get them done." he said.

you figured it was a good time to gently grab his chin and bring his face closer to leave a grateful kiss on his lips. he accepted it without a word.

"i love you, and you're the best."

"i know, and i love you more." he responded softly. then his other hand curved tighter around you, holding you still. his voice was lower this time. "now stop moving so much. trying to focus here."

you pursed your lips, suddenly feeling the heat travelling up to your face. "yeah— sorry."

🍄 taglist: @hyomagiri @yoimyas @beanxiv <333

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Stray Gods Character Design Thoughts

In order we're going Pan, Apollo, Persephone, Eros, Aphrodite and a little bit of Venus! Disclaimer that I have no professional experience in character design at all, so these are only my vibes-based ramblings and observations purely for fun and because my brain simply won't shut up about this game haha. Also I will freely admit Pan probably gets the most attention in this because of who I am as a person and where my heart truly lies at the end of the day lol

PAN

Ok, first of all I have so many questions and they all delight me. This guy is the god of the wild places ("Where else would I be, but among the trees and the wild things?"), he lives in a magical garden on top of an office building... and he’s walking around everywhere in an expensive three piece tailored suit (when Freddie accuses him of being a sleaze in a cheap suit he protests mildly that his suit is anything but cheap haha). The cut of it is really carefully thought out and planned, but the bold colours under the grey coat and (studied I am sure) careless details like the tie also make it fun and playful. Which is pleasingly coherent with the general theme of his character in the writing too and I adore it.  

This is not the point, I know, but I’m wondering how he makes that work just like. Practically now. Has Athena fixed up Olympus with in-house laundry service? And other sentences I did not expect to type out today lol. Ah well he’s wily I’m sure he has his ways. 

I can't heap enough praise on it, this design is SUCH an interesting and elegant marriage of the immediately recognizable satyr features and thus animal symbolism with all its added pagan weight in a post-Christianity setting, and the sort of ‘man of wealth and taste’ imagery of the devil at the crossroads they clearly want to evoke, especially in his first scene. And partially through his mannerism there’s also an added element of like… eccentric but surprisingly competent college professor — just look at the way he carries himself whenever he isn’t putting on the charm or when he’s being guarded and self-contained. That little hands resting on his back pose exudes ‘nerd’ so deeply to me haha. (Incredibly fuckable nerd, to be sure, but still!)

you don't fool me buddy I know what you are. I know all the trouble you went to to get a book.

His body language shifts very quickly between wild playful expressiveness and a sort of nonchalant urbane detachment that borders on coldness sometimes, and it fascinates me. Especially since that more refined unavailable side seems to be something he’s deliberately cultivated, to some extent. When Grace calls him out on how boring it sounds to just let yourself go numb and distant to survive, he doesn’t deny that at all, only saying that at least it’s been quite effective. 

Putting the rest under a cut to save people's dashes! I may, as they say, have gotten a tiny bit carried away.

Physically he’s not very imposing — he’s only a little taller than Grace, and the shortest of all of the love interests, which I find somehow very charming and also plays into him being more of a guile-based character. “Seeing as I am neither big nor truly bad, it behooves me to be wary of those who are both” indeed!

I’m fairly sure he’s the character wearing the most layers. Even his hands are mostly covered by gloves. He partially covers up his eyes with the tinted glasses — interesting, as one of the features that most give his real nature away with their sidewise pupils, and the lenses are tinted purple as the complimentary colour to yellow, so it downplays just how bright they are. All together it’s very much a ‘well, he’s certainly got to be in there somewhere’ sort of vibe at times. (Since he also seems to care about his clothes quite a bit — he complains about scuffing his pants during the climb in the Medusa mission if you go the lockpick route — I have drawn the conclusion that getting him out of all of that must take quite a bit of time, no matter how much practice he’s probably put in over the years of meeting 'delicious people' lol) 

It’s a design that manages to give, at the same time: animal-featured ancient god, deal with the devil, teacher, overtones of con man if you’re inclined to be Freddie-levels of uncharitable lol, eccentric rich weird uncle… there’s a lot going on here and somehow it all works haha. He isn’t wearing any jewelry at all unless you count the glasses, which now that I’m looking at the rest of the character designs in this game is actually fairly rare among them!

His eyes really are incredibly bright when uh naked as it were, though. I like the implication that he is aware of this and actually goes out of his way to downplay it, even when he’d normally be wearing glamour anywhere it would strictly matter for it to show. Between that, the meaningful zoom in on him at the Underworld when Apollo says that all the Idols can be themselves there even if they don’t look human, Pan claiming he’s been distrusted and side-eyed by the others basically since the beginning and seeming kind of frustrated and hurt about it, in his deflecting way, and the implication of a hierarchy among the Idols at least under Athena’s leadership in this stained glass painting (notably all the visibly non-human Idols/hangers on are at the bottom, and Hecate, Asterion and especially Medusa are the characters most affected and confined by the oppressive status quo Athena upholds)...

this one! sing it with me now EVERYBODY LEAVES THIS PLACE ALIVEEE ok we can move on

you know, some possible Subtext and Implications going on here, I’d say. (It is only potential subtext and implication, though, so, you know, take my extrapolations here with a grain of salt!) He certainly doesn’t do himself many favors with the persona he’s built up in regards to being trusted and included either, but his status as a little bit of an outsider does seem to precede that so I feel like it’s more of a response than the main cause. Along the same lines he gets much more testy about the Green route of ‘I Can Teach You’ than he does about you just not choosing him in the Red one, he takes that pretty gracefully. So it is the being deliberately kept on the outside and openly distrusted and dismissed that gets to him. (To be clear I don't think openly distrusting a strange guy showing up in your living room like that is at all unreasonable either haha I just think the nuances of his response are enlightening as to where he's really coming from)

this one isn't even to illustrate anything it's just because I love him so much and think he's pretty I'll be real with you all

Anyway I just keep thinking about how incredibly tender it would be if sometimes, when they’re in private, Grace takes his glasses off to see his eyes better and he lets her. That shakes something deep in my soul apparently. That fucks me up but like in a good way.

APOLLO

- Apollo’s style of dress leaves his navel helpfully exposed for the copious amounts of depressed gazing he habitually subjects it to. (I say this not entirely without affection.) 

a crumpled tissue of a man

In keeping with his incredibly emo mode, there’s very little colour involved and he doesn’t take much care to present anything with care (look at the state of that shirt and tell me if Apollo has picked up an iron in the last forty years), BUT interestingly he’s not entirely open and unadorned, he does wear that network of jewelry across his chest and neck. Which I think is to show that the old Apollo is not entirely gone (“There he is, god of the sun”), even if he has been a sack stuffed with sad for a long time now. I wonder how many of these things are leftover preferences from being only Lucas — presumably the tattoos at least are from before he fished Apollo up from the sea? If I’m reading the vibes right on that, the blue of the tattoos and the gold of the sun… thingy he wears with the jewelry are the main splashes of colour in his design aside from his hair, and they’re both ‘leftovers’ from both his previous lives, surfer bro and solar deity recently fallen on hard times. Physically he would be tall and imposing, parodically built, except that he carries himself with all the confidence and panache of a damp depressed dishrag. 

Also I can’t believe this guy is walking around everywhere in sandals. Apollo makes sad flip-flop sounds wherever he goes, including when he steps up during ‘The Trial’. That’s so amazingly pathetic (affectionate). 

We can see from the photo with him and Calliope that he wasn’t always quite this much of a mess. Once, he did his shirt up a whole maybe four buttons and wore something that wasn’t beige!

Intellectually I acknowledge that it's a design meant to provide fanservice, even though I personally could not consider this guy in a sexual or romantic light if you gave me a thousand years to build up to it. (I've said it before but if he's anything to me, he is the incredibly fail father figure continually letting me down in tiny ways I never had.) Godspeed to the Apollo-enjoyers out there, though, Summerfall gave him those abs and that poor little meow meow energy just for you and it's your right to enjoy that

- Pan and Apollo also bring out some really interesting contrasts both as characters and designs when you hold them up against each other:  

Once you scratch the surface a tiny bit Pan clearly has just as much self-loathing as Apollo (“If Athena had taken me up on my offer, the Idols would have been better off” uh. Okay buddy we’re gonna have to process that one together later what do you say), but where Apollo is completely helplessly open in his misery at all times, you need to unbutton Pan at least three layers until you get a honest or straightforward emotion out of him and I think that’s amazingly carried through into their visual designs. It's Good Visual Storytelling Brent   

PERSEPHONE

- I’m fairly sure the colour of Persephone’s suit is supposed to evoke pomegranate seeds. See and judge for yourself I suppose: 

She also has details on her coat that depict foliage and growing plants, but colour-wise they and the rest of the detailing is in the blue-green that symbolizes the Underworld and so death. Her jewelry is gold, which — and I’m about to do some reaching here, I’ll be big enough to own — could play in with Hades being the god of riches as well as of the dead/the underworld. Probably it’s because it works well with the colour scheme, but I’m going to pretend that it’s because even if she didn’t get the throne she did get that motherfucker’s hoard when she killed him <3 Love that for her. Her jewelry is more rose gold than Apollo’s yellow gold, too. Watch me go for even more of a reach: between the necklace and the watch, those round discs of gold remind me of the coins put on the eyes of the dead but like you know repurposed since she doesn't need them to pay the Ferryman. I never promised I'd be reasonable in this did I.  

The short hair works real well for the butch vibe and looks amazing no notes, but I think it’s also a deliberate way to differentiate herself from her younger self — when speaking of Demeter’s death, she says that moment was also the final death of that young her, ‘that girl with the long hair who loved her gardens’. Clearly the Idols do a lot of reinventing themselves over the ages in more and less conscious ways.

She has a tattoo of what looks to be foliage and a skull across her left chest and arm. I really like that idea of her having the testament to both sides of her — goddess of spring, queen of the underworld — directly on her skin, under two layers of clothes that each represent those aspects. The one on her arm looks like stalks of grain tied together to resemble the bones of the hand/forearm, maybe? which is metal as fuck, needless to say. 

She is TALL and scary and the staging always plays that up, Grace tends to look up at her like O.O. I love how sharp she is too. 

Also she is incredibly hot but you don’t need me to tell you that you all have eyes I assume. 

EROS, APHRODITE and VENUS:

- I love literally everything about Eros’ design except his hair. Not even the concept of the haircut and colours or anything, just the way it’s rendered. It looks like one strange flat cap I can’t quite make understandable in three dimensional space as hair in my head lol. Other than that it’s a banging design though, the delicate see-through material over the leather BDSM harness is genius. Choosing this form of sensuality and attractiveness for him to embody -- one that is so deeply queercoded -- also works super well. The warmth and vulnerability of his body language on top of it is *chef's kiss*. just. please define his hair a bit more and it's perfect haha.

- I'm not sure I have that much to say about Aphrodite’s design except that of course she is beauty she is grace etc., it takes a lot of thought to make such a simple design shine and by god did they do it she’s so stunning. Also interesting how her dark blues and greens with cool/silvery details contrast with Venus’ warm reds and pinks and… brass? Idk I don’t really understand jewelry haha. All warmth and soft romanticism, anyway, it looks nice. (Side note but I love Venus’ rose tattoo.) Eros and Venus have much more matching colour schemes and they both bring those islands of warmth standing around Aphrodite in her shimmering ocean coolness. (Which of course is something she has to deliberately put on before going into public these days, and is unselfconsciously glamorous in the way of an old timey Hollywood starlet, as the blue route of 'The Ritual' lampshades)

:') *whisper* everybody...

Venus is wearing pearls, which is pleasing considering her connection to Aphrodite (and the backgrounds of the 'Lost in a Moment' variant of 'The Ritual')! and both of her and Aphrodite's outfits go for a shoulderless look to great effect.

ETA: When the camera is close on Aphrodite you can actually see that she has dark circles under her eyes, only partially covered by the makeup :'( I didn't notice that before I played through 'The Ritual' on a bigger screen today

All in all I just want to acknowledge what a fantastic job the character designers at Summerfall Studios have done! There are some really fresh new takes on these mythological figures here, and it makes so much sense within the world the game presents without resorting to well-worn and tired iconography, I really do admire it greatly.

[fairyhaos]

seventeen and bts songs

seventeen as different bts songs!

notes: this was originally meant to be a thought but, uh. it became too long. (also if anyone wants svt as seventeen songs or txt songs, ill make an exception to my no requests law Just For That 🤭)

masterlist

seungcheol

on. the power, the 'never giving up' energy, the 'idgaf if you hate me' energy, the 'look how far we've come, do you really think you can beat us?' energy is just. very very him. he has pride in himself and his group, and rightfully so, and that's exactly what this song talks about.

jeonghan

love maze. it's so.... pretty. the entire song just has such pretty vibes, like some sort of iridescent silk, and the kind of sparkly, 'just trust me' vibes make me think of jeonghan? it feels like winks across a room, running hand in hand from a boring convention to god knows where, like loving endlessly with jeonghan.

joshua

serendipity. okay, am i jimin biased? yes. and am i joshua biased? also yes. so is this a little bit biased too?? ... yeah but also the 'let me love you' vibes of serendipity, the gentle, lovely, adoring nature of the song fits joshua so much okay. serendipity reminds me of soft colours and joshua is a soft aura, so what other song could he be?

junhui

moon. it's like, about an awe-filled love, an adoration, an almost shy love too? it feels very junhui because of the sweetness and adorable nature of it. also it's as im typing this that i realize it corresponds with, like . "moon" junhui. moon junhui. wen junhui. ig it was meant to be

hoshi

dope. the hyped nature of the song!!!! the 'im the best' energy!!!! the 'carving my own path that's like no other' vibes!!!! you can't tell me this isn't hoshi. it's just such a... hype song. i really can't find another way to explain it, but it has the same bounding energy as hoshi

wonwoo

fly to my room. maybe a bit of an unexpected one, but there's a sort of tired, grateful comfort to fly to my room? like, it feels like aching feet being placed in someone's lap, sitting on the couch you both own, in the place you both call home. the naturalness, the domesticity, it all feels like wonwoo.

woozi

film out. okay this one i can't really explain, but the gentle, calm vibes give me a woozi feeling. it's like rainbows, like delicate glasses, like the fragile beauty of woozi. plus it also feels like something he would compose: like, fallin flower? downpour???

minghao

black swan. not only due to the royal, elegant vibes of the song, but because it talks about dance and about the self and about loss and love all at once, and don't you think that sort of thoughtful, soul-searching type of lyrics fit minghao so, so well?

mingyu

boy in luv. it's like, kinda grungy, kinda bad boy, and that's like the vibes that mingyu tries to give off. but it also talks about lovesick boys and they were so Young back then that it makes me go "aww" whenever i watch the mv like they're little puppies or smth 😭 and that's literally me with mingyu even if he's stripping during concerts or whatever

dokyeom

mikrokosmos. i was debating between this and euphoria, but it's ultimately mikrokosmos for dokyeom because it's just so soul-ascendingly glittering. it's magical, it's sparkly-eyed, it's full of smiles and happy ever afters and that in itself is dokyeom. also the talking of universes and stars??? stars are for dokyeom's eyes and the way he sings, so of course he's mikrokosmos.

seungkwan

autumn leaves. autumn leaves, or dead leaves (ive never looked into why it has 2 names lmao) is a very yearning, wistful song that really fills me with Emotions whenever i listen to it. but it's also powerful, rich, and it feels a lot like seungkwan's voice and his strength to carry on

vernon

boyz with fun. it's such a cool funky adorable song fr!! vv much vernon vibes. i can imagine him listening to this with his headphones and his beanie and just bopping his head while walking and accidentally tripping over a loose stone on the pavement. it's very vernon actually.

chan

magic shop. idk, i can't explain it, but the comforting and sweet and magical kind of vibes that fit chan. it's youthful, not in an innocent or childish way, but like the memory of youth, emanating the "forever young" message that bts often presented. i think chan encapsulates that very well.

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[moongumi]

⁀➷ ∵  ❝ why the fuck are you here? ❞

suna x fem!reader

⟶ cw. dickhead!suna, enemies, volleyball player!suna, college/uni!au, shit talking, drunk people, drinking, handjob, oral (m), voyeurism, public sex, sloppy seconds, unprotected sex, riding, ft. atsumu + more

⟶ note. unedited for now

typically you wouldn't find yourself amongst these kinds of people. definitely not a large group of overly attractive college volleyball players. random girls gawked when they walked through the door.

your friend had to go and get herself a jock boyfriend from a different school and drag you with her. "you're my best friend you have to come, i'll be real sad if you don't." you'd rather be home watching random shows on your laptop and drinking than this, but at least there was alcohol–lots of it, the boys are also paying so win win.

you were daunting seeing a specific person. somehow even within this new friend group you're forced into, you've already made an enemy.

"what the fuck are you doing here?" his voice is quiet over the others singing to a random kpop song in the middle of the room. you hide in the leather seats at the back, darkly lit hoping no one would come and bother you as you chug cocktails.

you scoff, "the fuck are you, who invited you?"

"no, who invited you?" rintaro sneers, looking around as if you knew no one.

you rolled your eyes pointing at your bestfriend singing her heart out with osamu, "my bestfriend, it's her birthday? idiot." your words are slurred and messy. rin's face barely noticeable in the neon swirling lights that blinked and flashed across his face, his really pretty but annoying face.

"whatever." he sits himself next to you, having a drink. it seemed to be completely vodka, it stinks like it. but you can't even tell what colour it was, the room was covered in a sheen of rainbow. "your friend's party and you're not partying, very like yourself."

"shut up, i hate karaoke."

rin chuckles, "tsk, i can at least agree to that. but you look fucking miserable."

"that obvious?" you rolled your eyes, finishing off another drink. you weren't keeping count but picked up the tablet to continue to order more, maybe something in a big pint or jug.

rin had other ideas, he rips the tablet off you. tossing it over his leg to the other side. his thighs in those really tight cargos scrape your bare legs only covered by tights and a tight black skirt. "you've had enough."

"who the fuck are you to say that?"

rin runs a hand through his hair. shrugging. god, he annoys you. "at least don't fucking blackout on your friend's birthday."

you groaned loudly, throwing your head back. rin shifts his weight, somewhat trying to cover up his crotch from your view but it was beyond late. you noticed it already, you can see it very clearly.

you laughed. now at this distance you can see the hue in his cheeks darken. "why are you hard, rin."

"shut the fuck up." he hisses out your name, looking around as if anyone would hear. whoever was singing right now was practically shrieking, their voice could fucking cut glass.

his palm pushes the middle of his pants down. his eyes flicker towards yours. you lay comfortably in the large sofa. knees up to your chest, that skirt had risen all the way exposing your cheeks. your top had a boob window and fuck, he tries so hard to not stare.

the way you look at him, mocking, teasing him. fucking annoying yet so hot. the light flashes, he sees you bite your lip and smirk at him.

"only virgins get hard over a little moan like that." his face doesn't change when you say that. and it clicks. "you're fucking virgin–rintaro suna, my god, you're joking."

god, he wanted to choke you out, make you shut up. your plump lips echoing out your laughter, making his ears itch. his lips twitch and he reaches for your neck and grasps it.

his lips skim your ear, "shut up before i make you."

"what exactly are you threatening me with, rin. i enjoy a bit of choking when i'm being fucked if i'm honest." your drunk self just exposing your kinks right infront of him. his eyes widen, his cock twitches. fuck, what the fuck.

maybe it was because you were drunk that he was finding you hot. no, you were talking shit like always but, it felt different this time. his erection presses into your knee, bending it towards you more.

"rin." you teased, feeling some sort of way. maybe it was the power you had over him right now, it seemed like you could do whatever you wanted right now. you reach for his bulge, feeling the size. "oh, hefty boy, huh?"

"sh–shut, u-up." he chokes, taking his bottom lip between his teeth holding back his groans.

alcohol seemingly always made you horny. "take your pants off, let me see it."

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he's whiny, complaining a lot. even if your throat was choking on his cock. "holy fuck, you're a lot hotter when you can't talk."

"s–shut, your–fucking mouth," you mumble through breaths as you bobbed your head on his wet shaft.

his mouth parts, letting out breathy grunts as he lays over the couch with you between his legs. his head rests on the armrest. he's only got his pants half off, maybe he was worried someone would see but everyone was too drunk to even notice what was happening right behind them. to be fair, the table was covering what you were doing to him, anyone else could really only see rin's head and your ass in the air.

"you're lasting a while for a virgin." you admit, stroking his cock, feeling the ridge of his cockhead as you did whilst your lips took a break.

rin groans, his fingers threading into your scalp, "can you just keep going and shut your mouth again."

"rude," you grunt, lazily pumping him in annoyance.

rin picks up his head, noticing this. his fingers pull on the base of your hair making you look up at him, "please?"

you liked that, you've never heard it before. "sorry what? can't hear you, pretty boy."

he hisses, when you tighten your grip. his cock wet with precum and drool. "please, keep sucking me off."

"good boy."

it doesn't take long, he's louder now. gripping harder and begging for it. "hmfp, please, please–fuck, let me cum in your mouth, fuck."

you chuckle to yourself, flattening your tongue more and taking him deeper as a signal. he thrusts real hard, a few ruts and he busts his load down your throat. a lot of it.

you wipe the corner of your lips, "first time?"

"something like that." he zips his pants, tucking his lips between his teeth again. he can't meet your eyes.

you grab his cheeks in your hand, squeezing the red apples between your fingers, "cute. lots of cum, typical of a virgin."

"fuck you."

a slow clap is heard from behind and you snap your head towards it. atsumu sits in the corner box of the sofa, "i'm so fucking glad i saw the entire thing. you got your panties all wet, hm?"

you grin, turning towards him, "oh ops, help me out then, 'tsumu?"

atsumu's lips curled into a wide smile, so pretty. "fuck, yea, hop on."

if only you could see the look on rin's face right now. full of fucking jealousy. god he hates you. he hates how you made him feel since the first day he saw you. he hates how all the boys think you're cute. he hated you more knowing you've fucked some of them, before fucking him. he always wanted it to be him.

mostly he hated himself how he couldn't get the guts to just act like his friends, casually ask for sex like that. he hates being a virgin. he hates how they're so dominate with you yet he loved it when you were calling him cute, pretty and especially calling him a good boy. fuck.

he had to just sit there and watch his friend fuck you, his cock growing angrier the more you bounced on atsumu's thick cock–moaning out his name and kissing him. he fucks you so well, rin only hopes he could do the same if given the chance.

© moongumi 2022. all rights reserved, do not copy and publish my writing anywhere else.

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[d0llylove]

♡furry feline [3]

♡pairing: saiki kusuo x f!reader

♡synopsis: saiki notices that you had a bad day, getting annoyed by your whining about how much you longed to see the neighbourhood cat, he decided to take matters into his own hands to shut you up.

♡t/w: saiki turns into a cat lol, srsly slow burn like really slow I'm warning u LOL, implied that reader cries from stress at job, sorry I forgot the colour of saiki's eyes 💀

♡link to pt1 , pt2

"please, please, please, let me see that cat again, just one pat, just one!"

yet again, it was your annoying voice ringing in kusuo's ears again. summer break is usually saiki's favourite time of the year, a break from all the people who loves to bother him so much.

however, recently, his neighbour (you) has gotten a part-time job. constantly coming home whining about how tired you were, and the worst of all, insistently praying to see the stray cats that roamed around the neighbourhood.

your feet dragged against the pavement, awfully loud against saiki's ears, you kept letting out continuous sighs as if the winds weren't loud enough. it was almost ten pm, the moonlight that shined against your skin almost made you look breath-taking. (even though saiki can't see lol and even if he did he probably would never admit it)

this wasn't the first time you came home letting out such loud complaints. even though you were the one who signed up for the job, he could tell you were tired from all the customers that you dealt with. he almost finds it humorous how you would rant to yourself excessively, retelling the story of how a customer was rude to you in an over-exaggerated manner.

today was particularly different, even though you often ranted to yourself, you would usually just laugh it off. but this time, your voice was filled with a hint of sadness. perhaps it was the accumulation of unlucky things that occurred.

you were almost reaching home passing by saiki's residence when your eyes landed on a pearl white feline that stood in the middle of the pavement. it's head adorned with two odd pink balls and emerald green glasses that sat above it's nose.

you froze in place.

'are the gods finally answering to my prayers?'

'no you idiot, its just your neighbour,' saiki thinks to himself sarcastically.

it's violet eyes that sparkled behind it glasses that seemed to stare into your soul, you stood for a moment, contemplating whether to approach the cat or not.

getting into a squatting position, you slowly waddled towards the furry feline.

'good grief, what is wrong with you..'

"can I pet you?" you whispered, waddling towards it.

'you have 5 minutes.' saiki thought to himself, yet again with his sarcastic remarks.

saiki's senses have heightened even more in his cat form, he could easily take in your subtle sweet scent of perfume as you crouched in front of him. if he were to be honest, he was curious about how you would look under the moonlight, obviously without his x-ray vision.

you reached out, letting the cat sniff your hand. it's soft fur that rubbed against your hand, your heart fluttered as you revelled in the sight of the cat pushing its furry head into your hand.

wet? he feels something wet hitting his head. the cat looks up at you, watching in shock as tears ran down your cheeks. stroking the cat gently, giving it one last pet before getting up.

you whispered a gentle thank you, before turning away, hands wiping your tears away, a stupid smile that was plastered on your face as you walked towards your house.

saiki waited a little, watching as you went through your gate. you glanced back, seeing as the cat stayed in its place. letting out a little squeal you walked into your house, steps bouncing a little.

finally, he transformed back to his human form.

'good grief, aren't you emotional..' saiki let out a scoff, walking back to his house.

"what the hell?!" it was your voice? it was you? he thought you went into your house already.

'shit.'

[yellowcakeuf6]

Field of Stars, (The Saga of Fred and Erik)

Apologies in advance for this truly self indulgent post lol.

I based this on JJ Lendl's concept for Data as seen on the limited edition cover of IDW Star Trek comic 21.

My version is for my wip Fred/DISCO/ST Picard fanfiction called "Field of Stars". Like the original, the images tell a story and there is a reason for this tableau in my headcanon.

First, I pose that this stained glass panel was created in honour of Fred and made from limited amounts of coloured glass which is a precious commodity on Q'mau his home planet. So, the rarer colours have been used on the story tiles and the background is composed of more plentiful shades.

While not a 'god' (as the original comic artwork suggests), Fred nevertheless has been canonised either as a martyr or a saint. The three tiles tell his story - he was created using neurons from Lt Commander Data (depicted prior to his death on the Scimitar), and Fred was himself killed by trying to retain the tan zhrekan (Romulan puzzle box). He was then later recovered by the crew of Discovery who theorise his origins and find his twin. However I can't say if Fred is revived as that could be a spoiler for the fic.

Along with Fred being Data’s progeny I also strongly headcanon that he was formerly Beautiful Flower, for no other reason than that is how I imagined that synth's appearance. He also has a twin, called Erik (I deliberately chose another Saxon name) who also features quite prominently in the fic.

I'm really grateful to all those who read my prequel story "Fred Just Fred" on AO3 recently so I am sending you all big thanks and hope you enjoy this!

[elisysd]

I’ll Get the Coffee -Kathryn Gallagher

Masterlist - Previoulsy - Next Chapter

God, you look so good in the morning God, you look so good on me And I can't hear nothing but your heart beating God, it sounds so good to me

It was with a mixture of apprehension and excitement that Lyanna waited for Charles at the arrival’s terminal. It was late, the night was dark and it was a totally deserted London that she had crossed in her taxi. And yet she had never felt so awake. Finally, the landing of Charles's flight from Japan was announced. Lyanna wasn't sure what to expect. She was happy to see him again at last; it had only been three weeks, but even though they had called each other frequently, nothing could replace physical contact. She couldn't wait to finally be in his arms and hold him close. She knew he needed it, even if he was too proud to admit it.

Nervously, she checked her phone, waiting for a message from Charles, which soon arrived.

I get off the plane, pick up my suitcase and I'm all yours. Hang on, love.

The various incoming flights were starting to arrive and Lyanna frantically searched the crowd for the Ferrari pilot's face before catching sight of him. He was wearing a cream-coloured jumpers and sweatpants as well as his glasses. If she hadn't known he was supposed to be in London, she would never have recognised him. But what worried her most was the exhaustion on his face. He was drained. It was hard to know whether this was because of the long flight, the recent races or a mixture of both. She waved her hand to indicate her presence. When Charles finally noticed her, his face lit up and he hurried towards her. He readjusted his backpack on his shoulder and approached her. Once he was face to face with her, he put an arm around her waist and held her close before placing a light kiss on the side of her head.

“God, I missed you so much.” He whispered against her skin.

“I missed you too. How was your flight?” she asked taking out his suitcase from his hand. He tried to argue but seeing the look she gave him made him stopped quickly.

“Awful. Thanks for asking.”

“You seems exhausted, let’s go home so you can rest. It’s pretty late.”

He simply followed her with a nod. The ride back to Lyanna's flat was a silent one. She could feel Charles dozing off and on. He had laid his head in the crook of her neck and she could feel his breath against her skin, making her shiver. She took hold of his hand and simply traced small circles as she gazed out of the taxi window at the city. Once she was outside her apartment block, which wasn't far from Hyde Park, she set about waking him up. It made her heart ache a little when she heard him groan and it was almost by automatic command that Charles got out of the cab and followed her.

The flat was plunged into darkness, the only light being the natural light of the moon. Charles clumsily got rid of his shoes, while Lyanna left him for a moment to put his suitcase in her bedroom. When she returned, she was surprised to find him standing by the window, holding something Lyanna knew only too well.

“You play guitar?” he asked, surprised.

“It’s been a while.” she answered. “I used to, but now it’s more like a decorative object. I think it's detuned anyway.”

“That can be arranged. You’ve never told me that you played. You told me about piano but never guitar.”

“Well you’ve never asked me. And I’m full of surprises mister Leclerc.”

“Well, I can’t wait to discover them all, miss Michel.”

She smiled gently at him before sitting on the sofa, silently asking him to join her, which he did.

“Do you want something to drink? Water, tea? Or to eat. I have biscuits or I can make you a sandwich.”

“I’m not hungry. I’m sleepy.”

“So let's get some sleep. Do you want me to prepare the guest room for you? It might be a better place for you to get a good night's rest. I move around a lot in my sleep sometimes and I don't want to wake you up. I know that sleep is important and...”

He silenced her with a long and tender kiss.

“There's no way I'm sleeping away from you. I thought about this moment the whole flight. And there's no way I'll wake up tomorrow without you by my side.”

“So bossy. I wasn't going anywhere don’t worry. I cleared my schedule for tomorrow. I’m all yours. And for your information, I really want to wake up in your arms tomorrow too.”

“Perfect. Let’s go to bed then.”

Charles stood up and grabbed both of the actress's hands to pull her towards him. At the force and suddenness of his gesture, she let out a little scream that made Charles smile. Without giving her time to understand what was happening to her, Charles put both hands under Lyanna's thighs and lifted her, pressing her against his chest.

“What are you up to?”

“I'm taking you to bed.”

“You don't even know where my room is!” she exclaimed, laughing.

“Well, guide me then.”

And so Lyanna did. Once in front of her door, Lyanna untied her hands from Charles's neck to open it, and he entered the room, closing the door with a heel strike. Lyanna put her hands back behind Charles's neck and noticed his gaze on her. So intense and piercing, as if he were trying to bore into her soul.

“What?” she asked shyly.

“Have I ever told you how beautiful you were?” he blurted out, as if it were urgent for him to say it.

“Not really. I think it’s actually the first time you say it.”

“I should say it more often, then.”

“You don’t have to. It kind of makes me uncomfortable” she let out with a laugh to hide her embarrassment.

“Don’t be. Please. You are beautiful Lya. And I’m not just talking about your physical appearance. You have a beautiful soul, too.”

If it hadn't been pitch black in the room, Lyanna could have sworn Charles would have seen her blush from ear to ear. Embarrassed, she wriggled to get Charles to put her down, which he eventually did. She cleared her throat and slipped into the bathroom adjoining the bedroom to change before coming back a few minutes later.

“The bathroom is all yours if you want to take a shower. I’m going to make room for you in the closet so you can put your clothes there instead of letting them in the suitcase.”

He nodded before leaving her on her own to collect her thoughts. When he returned a few minutes later, she was putting a clean pillowcase on a pillow. Without a sound, he approached her from behind and hugged her waist before placing butterfly kisses along her neck.

“I thought you were sleepy” she said letting herself lean against him, exposing a little more of her skin to Charles's lips.

“Well now I’m very, very awake. It’s supposed to be the morning in Japan.”

“Charles…” she whined. “Let’s get to bed. I want to sleep.”

He reluctantly let her go. She took the opportunity to slip between her sheets before inviting Charles to do the same. He let her settle comfortably before joining her. Once perfectly settled, she on the right by the door and he on the left, she turned off the light. Plunged into the half-light, she took the opportunity to press herself against him, slipping one of her legs between his. Charles put an arm around her shoulders and held her close. He could smell the vanilla scent of her hair tickling his nostrils and took comfort in the warmth of her body. Resting her head on his chest, he played nonchalantly with her hair. Soon he felt the actress breathing softly and evenly against him, and concluded that she had fallen asleep. Her arm rested on Charles's stomach and he caught himself thinking that if he could experience this every day for the rest of his life, he would be the happiest of men. For the first time, winning a championship was no longer the only thing that mattered to him. Lyanna had joined his list and had moved to the top of his rankings. It was with this thought that he too fell asleep.

When he woke up the next morning, he was surprised to find that the actress had not moved and was sleeping just as soundly. She looked so peaceful that Charles had no desire to move or wake her, even though he could no longer feel his arm. He tried to draw her a little closer to him, which had the effect of making her twitch slightly. She moved her arm up a little further up and placed it just where Charles's heart was beating. Even though the pilot found her beautiful, he still felt the need to get up.  

He placed a kiss on the top of her head before running his lips over her eyelids, her nose, and her cheeks. He moved down her neck before moving up to brush his lips against hers. A gentle smile played across Lyanna's lips before she wrapped her arms around Charles's neck and pulled him to her.

“I see someone’s awake” she whispered, still half asleep.

“Good morning, beautiful.” He said with a peck on her lips.

“No kisses. I haven’t brushed my teeth yet.”

“As if I cared, Lya.”

“Let me just go to the bathroom really quickly” she pleaded him.

As she was rolling to the edge of the bed, Charles grabbed her around the waist and quickly put her astride him.

“Where do you think you are going?” he playfully asked her.

She shook her head in disapproval and smirked. She in turn leaned towards him, stopping only a few millimetres from where Charles most wanted to feel her. And without a word, moving just as swiftly as Charles, she put her foot under the pilot's thigh, her arms around his neck and positioned him so that he was on top of her.

“Where did you learn that kind of things?” he exclaimed, surprised.

“I’m a woman of many talents.”

They spent the rest of the morning laughing together, like two teenagers. It was like those few weeks they'd been apart, and any tension that might have arisen between them had never existed. They cooked together and ate together before deciding to spend the afternoon walking around the town.

“You were kind enough to show me your Monaco, now it’s my turn to show you my London.” She told him when he asked her what she wanted to for the rest of the day.

“I can’t wait.” He replied.

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author's note: A smaller chapter BUT a cute one. I wanted them to be cute so I wrote them cute. I really love them together. I hope this chapter made you as happy while you were reading it as it made me while I was writing it. As usual, feedsbacks are appreciated. And let me know your thoughts and what you think is going to happen in next chapter! Do you think there is going to be drama? If so, what kind of drama? Do you think it's still going to be cute? I'm not gonna say anything but I already love next chapter. Take care of you and see you next chapters!

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[hyuuukais]

.・゜-: ✧ :- FICTIONAL REALITY .・゜-: ✧ :-

pairing • bang chan x fem reader

synopsis • fiction or reality? y/n preferred the former, escaping into another world, escaping her problems. so what happens when reality takes that away from her; wiping her own story-in-progress off both her laptop and beloved usb? and what happens when she opens the door in the middle of a crisis to none other then the love interest of her novel... and he's holding her usb?

warnings • general, blood

MASTERLIST | PREVIOUS | NEXT

CHAPTER FOURTEEN • LITTLE FOX, I'VE MISSED YOU (1.3k)

"What the hell are you doing here?" Minho questions, back against the wall. "How'd you get in here?"

Dark red footprints cover the floor between the mirror and Minho, his shirt soaked the same colour. He's bleeding from his neck, bad.

"I-I don't know- are you okay?" Jeongin gestures in horror. "You're fucking covered in blood! What happened to you?"

"I don't know either." His lips tug upward. "Not really."

"Is Y/n with you? Is she here?" Jeongin walks up to Minho frantically. "I was trying to locate her."

"No, look around." He waves an arm as Jeongin turns, taking in the circular room with no doors or windows, only the mirror. "There's no way out."

An irritated look flashes across Minho's face.

"I already said I can't find him!" He shouts, Jeongin flinching. "He's gone! He and I are no longer in contact!"

Fists clenched, Minho storms up to the mirror muttering angrily. This place must be getting to him. But then Jeongin hears it, the voice whispering truths and fears into his ear.

What are you doing here, little fox?

"I'm here for Y/n," he ignores the petname, looking at the older man. "And I guess him too now."

You won't find her here.

"Yeah, I figured as much." He sighs. "No doors? Nothing? Why did you lead me here?"

Wouldn't you like to know.

"Duh, that's why I asked?"

Don't get sassy, little fox.

Cringing, he looks to the ceiling. Unlike the black rooms he can see it, a broad stretch of white. There's an intricate design etched into it, hard to see from down here.

Little fox?

"Stop calling me that," he hisses.

I don't think I will. Why don't you go look in the mirror yourself?

"No."

Come on, give it a try. You're not a coward, are you, little fox?

So he stomps to the mirror, standing beside Minho who's staring angrily at his own face. For a moment, nothing happens, but then Minho's reflection melts away leaving Jeongin alone with himself.

It's him, but it's not him. Looking back at Jeongin is a ten-year-old boy, a bright red line going from his jaw to his collarbone. His eyes are watering, a dirty, damaged stuffed fox hanging from his right hand. Scrapes mark up the red line and up the side of his face, tiny glass shards in his dark hair.

"I'm sorry." Jeongin drops to his knees, choking back a sob.

Forgive him, little fox.

"I'm so, so sorry." He hunches over, unable to look the child in the eye as water spills over onto the boys cheeks.

It wasn't his fault, and it isn't yours either. Their deaths aren't your burden to carry.

"But it is, it is my fault," Jeongin gasps. "It's all my fault. If I hadn't- if I hadn't called home-"

Do you blame him? Do you blame the child? Look at him.

And he does, barely holding eye contact. The scenery changes behind him from the white room to a dark night, streets slick with ice and rain, smoke coming out somewhere from the side. Out of sight is a burning car flipped over in a ditch outside of town, a truck veered off somewhere to the side lying flat in the opposite direction.

"No," he whispers. "He's just a kid."

There you go, little fox. There you go.

-

"Stay over there!"

Now, you weren't religious, but you were praying to every God out there to get you out of here. Not only were you trapped in the dark on the opposite side of the door, but now your abusive ex-boyfriend was also trapped in the dark with you.

Things couldn't get worse, could they?

Yeonjun stalks toward you, head tilted down with eyes staring into your very soul. There's nowhere for you to go, only forward. Facing him. Is this what that thing meant? You, here, seeing Yeonjun and being forced to interact? He's almost to you now; there's no way around. You push forward, running toward him with the intent to shove him out of your way.

Except he catches you, grip bruising as he holds your squirming body. Fighting to free yourself, you flail, legs flying from underneath you in an attempt to kick him. His grip is strong, holding you up against him as you lose balance. As you continue to fight, you notice his touch get softer, shushing you and smoothing your hair down to calm you.

And it works.

Body near limp in his arms, you gasp as memories come back to you, of all the times he's held you just like this and reassured you. All the times he let you cry into his shoulder, spilling out your darkest secrets and self-loathing. Every single time he cooked for you, sang for you when you couldn't sleep, helped you choose what to wear when you couldn't decide. Positive memories flood you, taking your knees out completely and crumpling to the floor, Yeonjun providing a soft landing.

"Shh, it's okay baby," he whispers. "We'll get through this."

Words escape you, sobbing endlessly into his warm embrace. You could stay here forever, forget all the bad that's ever happened between you. What's stopping you? Really, what's in that town you can't leave behind?

"Come back to me." Yeonjun detaches from you. "And I'll show you the way out."

His charming smile makes you feel safe with him, reminded of all the times he made you smile on countless dates. You were lucky to have such a patient and loving boyfriend. Why weren't you home with him now? What are you doing here?

"Of course, honey." You stand on shaky legs, using the chair for support. Were you in an operating room of some sort?

The door opens, warm yellow light drowning out the darkness of the room, beckoning you. The light tastes sweet on your skin; it felt like home. Oh, how you missed home. Maybe you'll see get to see Yeji and Hyunjin again. Oh! Or Minho! Wouldn't that be nice?

"I missed you." Yeonjun pulls you into his side when you get nearer, pressing soft lips against your temple. "You have no idea how much I've missed you."

This place is doing something to you. Not wanting to go through the light, but not wanting to leave Yeonjun's arms either, you dig your feet into the ground the best you can with a hand on his chest. He looks down at you, frustration barely concealed in his dark eyes. That look, one you became all to familiar with.

"Don't make me go with you," you plead as he places a hand at the small of your back, urging you to move forward. "Stop."

"Haven't you missed me too?" He doesn't stop and you stumble, holding his body for support. "Be a good girl and stop resisting. You're making it harder for everyone."

He has a point.

"Come, don't you want to be loved?" You're almost through the doorway now, the heat overwhelming. "You can be loved with me. Forget Chan, forget your stupid book. What we had- have, is story worthy enough, don't you think? Our epic romance, you running away at the altar." Yeonjun breathes into your head. "Coming back to me."

And you break through that barrier. Opening your eyes, you take in the all too familiar surroundings.

You're sitting in the front hallway, staring at the closet doors, slightly ajar. Covering your mouth to muffle a shout of horror, you dare to look around. To your right is the front door, locked, and to your left is the rest of your city apartment. Your phone dings with a notification and you look down at it lying next to you.

The date is the same as when you left.

Ready for the wedding?

●

notes • feeling: evil. sorry y/n!

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[ryuichirou]

Replies

Alright, let’s talk about Kalim (related to the latest comic), new official stuff, Idia being annoying and Lilia being possessive over Silver! And some other stuff, I think…

Anonymous asked:

So you seen the latest chapter of 7 ENG. If you do, any particular thoughts on two certain individuals with helmets.

We haven't watched ch7 at all yet, Anon. There are certain spoilers that are unavoidable, but since we didn't watch the story itself, we can't really say anything. We also don’t follow ENG updates, more on that in a reply below.

hipsterteller asked:

the only dorm leader who didn't overblot and same time the only sunshine

Yep, that’s our Kalim! He’s just here to have a good time :)

Anonymous asked:

Kalim, the only housewarden not to overblot.

Jamil, the only vice housewarden to overblot.

Aren’t they just perfect for each other? 🥰

Anonymous asked:

Good thing Jamil is not part of it...actually, I think he already did before the meeting.

I guess it depends on whether Kalim has asked him about how he is doing or not this day 🤔 Check on your friend, Kalim!

Anonymous asked:

Kalim (walking to his room): Oh, wow! That housewarden meeting was wild! Six people overblotting all at the same time... What are the odds of that?? I sure am glad to be finally back to the peaceful familiarity of my dorm, where I can rest after such a stressful day!

Scarabia student: Housewarden, please! Come quick-

Kalim (still walking): We're not doing this today :)

LOL sorry, Kalim, you have no choice but to deal with this, Jamil is clearly not dealing with this well on his own. Oh wait. Kalim probably shouldn’t intervene, he’ll just make things worse lol

asteampvnk asked:

Love your newest drawing. Although, to be fair, with how much Kalim gaslights himself that everything’s fine I half expect him to overblot.

I don’t know, to be honest it’s still very difficult for me to picture Kalim overblotting over anything other than Jamil getting seriously hurt because of him, but maybe it’s Kalim’s gaslighting that’s so powerful that it completely skewers my perception of his overblot chances…

Anonymous asked: I don't know why, but I find Kalim's eyes so cute the way you draw in the latest comic.

Thank you so so much, Anon!! ❤️

Anonymous asked:

Ryuichi and Katsu, you guys probably only play the EN Version of Twist but i wanted to ask if you guys had heard of the new JPN Event 'Red Carpet in the Shaftlands'! Have you seen the new cards and outfits? Especially Vil and Azul look very handsome!

Hi Anon! We don’t play the EN version, or any version for that matter; we just watch the main story + events on youtube. We also prefer fan translations over the official ones :) This isn’t what you asked about, but I thought I’d mention that. So yeah, we did hear about the new event! Even though we don’t have time to watch events these days, we’ll probably and hopefully get to it eventually; so I have really high hopes for this one! I already said it the other day, but: show us Eric Venue god damn it >:(

As for the cards…

Anonymous asked:

HAVE YOU SEEN THE NEW OUTFITS FOR ACE, JAMIL, AND AZUL!?!? I NEVER THOUGHT AZUL WOULD LOOK SO GOOD IN THAT COLOR SCHEME!

AZUL LOOKS LIKE A MEAN RICH AUNTIE, ACE LOOKS LIKE THAT ONE DOUCHE FROM A RICH FAMILY THAT ALWAYS ASKS FOR MONEY (AND HIS RICH AUNTIE DOESN’T GIVE HIM SHIT), JAMIL LOOKS LIKE THE MEANEST GIRL IN A HIGH SCHOOL MOVIE FROM 90-00S, AND IT LOOKS GREAT!!

Azul does look good, although I am a bit conflicted about his hairstyle: I can’t quite figure out whether I like it or am just okay with it; but even if it’s the latter, I’m always excited to see new hairstyles. And this shape of glasses looks so stupidly good on him! He is indeed very handsome, this style of clothing suits him a lot.

Vil is gorgeous, I can’t even yell about him anymore. The richest mom in Hollywood.

Ace looks very good; Jamil does unimaginable things to my psyche, I can’t quite put it into words. I think the colour scheme of the new outfits suits him the most, but I might just be biased.

Anonymous asked:

Ryu they released the choreography of absolutely beautiful, did you see???? Im soso normal about it LOOK AT MY WIFE SPITTING BARS AND LOOKING ALL CUTE I watched it so many times already i was pacing around my room for an hour

I honestly can’t believe they did, this is so nice of them?? Now people can actually perform the dance themselves, this is so cool.

Jamil’s rap is one of my favourite parts of the song (original, I know), so it’s great to actually see him shine. But also? Also?

Epel short.

Anonymous asked:

I’m so sorry but in reference to the ask about Idia getting into a verbal sparring match with someone: imagine they’re both getting ruder and nastier and then, they somehow end up in bed together????

YES this is basically how we write Sebek/Idia LOL But also Azul/Idia to be honest, these two argue and get annoyed with each other a lot…

This is one of our favourite tropes in general, and with Idia it suits him to perfectly lol He always ends up verbally sparring with someone and getting someone heated over the argument, it’s like he’s begging for it (absolutely unintentionally though).

Anonymous asked:

Your art is really wonderful! (I love how you draw Lilia.) Sililia is a bit of guilty pleasure for me as well. I think you mentioned in a previous post about yanderes that Lilia’s trying not to get attached to anyone at this point in his life. So, if someone else were to hit on Silver or tried to woo him, would he reluctantly accept it? Or would he instantly act possessive once he sees someone moving in on his?

Thank you so much, Anon!! I am very happy you like our Lilia and that you enjoy his relationship with Silver <3

I think I talked about it in one of our previous LiliSil posts, but I’ll reiterate: in theory, Lilia would absolutely encourage Silver to spend time with someone else, even if this is just a little high school fling and not something serious. He does want Silver to socialise more and to have a lot of people around him, because unfortunately Lilia won’t be around forever, and he isn’t cruel to the point of wanting Silver to be loyal to him even after his death. That would just ruin the young one’s life forever, wouldn’t that be a waste?

But in actuality, I think Lilia would still get somewhat jealous and possessive if Silver found someone for himself. Lilia might try to rationalise it by thinking that he just doesn’t want any rascal to hurt Silver’s feelings, he might even enjoy acting like a strict dad for a short while, but he’ll very soon realise that he is just being super jealous and doesn’t want to share Silver with anyone lol It might be easier for him is Silver starts dating Sebek, at least Sebek knows his place… in Lilia’s eyes, at least.

Anonymous asked:

*looks at violet art*

*looks at Idia art*

Now we need a universe where those two meet each other because I swear some alternate universe thing is happening here.

I absolutely should’ve replied to this one as soon as we got it, sorry for fucking up the chronology of this whole thing, for some reason I just couldn’t shut up about Idia and Violet LOL

Ah, these two. Artsy goth Idia and Otaku tech-nerd Gregory.

Honestly, I wonder how these two would interact. The easiest thing would be to assume that they’ll just sit in their own corners doing their own thing because neither of them is particularly chatty. Also, at first it seems like despite their similarities, they are the opposites of each other, because of the whole arts vs tech thing… but in actuality, Idia is one of the most artistic people in NRC?? With good taste and outside-the-box creative thinking?? Considering how much he loves a good design and how even Vil praised the ceremonial gear he made for Ortho. As someone who likes anime and stuff, he is definitely a connoisseur of art lol

So yeah, it’d be funny to think about them getting weird vibes from each other from the start, maybe seeing some of their own “bad” qualities and being annoyed by them, getting weird uncanny-valley feeling, but ultimately ending up creating something together. I just want them to create something together…

Although…both of them are such individualists, they might have creative disagreements and do their own things separately from each other. God damn it boys you were supposed to have fun interactions!

[crabonfire]

Hi! Loved your TF2 “one bed tropes” part 1! So glad you’re back writing too! Your ability to really capture each of the guys’ personalities is fabulously uncanny. You really make them come to life.

I was wondering how you think the mercs would react to their s/o being insecure/jealous that someone out of their age range is flirting with them. That is to say, the s/o is the same age as the merc and the ‘flirter’ is either younger (in the case of Spy or Medic, etc) or older (as for Scout). I hope that made sense!

Thank you!

YOOOOO THANK U SO MUCH 😭😭😭 I APPRICIATE IT thats very nice ahshshdh 😋😋😋 I'm smiling so hard rn ty :)

but yeah totally! I love this idea

Mercs reacting to an upset reader because merc was getting flirted on by someone not their age.

characters: all mercenaries

warnings: none

note: reader gender is not specified!!!

situaaation

You and Merc were at a gathering, just hanging out. You go to get drinks for the both of you, but when you come back you see thay they're being flirted with by a random person. You get a bit upset, and the insecurities start getting to you :(

♡Scout♡

• doesn't catch onto the flirting, because he is not interested in them at all so he just thinks the person flirting is just a real nice person.

• he gets lost in the convo with the person and doesn't even notice you see them together. you don't know what it is but your heart swells, your hands are gripping the glasses but you calm yourself down.

'Man, jealousy is not my colour.'

They talk for a bit until the person has to leave, when you come over and hand him the drink he notices how dry your being.

"Yo, you good toots? Sum' happen?"

"Oh no, I'm uh...good."

He can read you like a book. You never get quiet with him unless something happened.

"Yeah, no, we're not doin' this. C'mon."

He takes you by the hand and leads you both somewhere quieter, his gaze on you is one of concern.

"What happened? Did I do sum'?"

"No no! It's just...I don't know."

He gives you a moment to speak,

"You know that...lady you spoke to a bit ago? I don't know why but, the way she spoke to you just sorta made me feel...jealous."

"Jealous? Aw babe, its cute that your jealous but you have nothin' to be jealous of."

"Yeah but...I don't know. She was so confident with you, she was...real pretty too. I just got kinda...worried you know? Like, she could replace me easily. It's stupid- just ignore I said anything."

You smile wearily and awkwardly laugh to move on from the situation and looks away. He frowns, he can feel his heart shattering at your words. He cups your cheek to make you focus on him.

"Y/N, yer the coolest most amazing and awesome person I have ever met. Yer cute, handsome, real pretty too. I'd never even think of replacin' you, got that? Your stuck with me, and I'm stuck with you."

Tears well up in your eyes as you melt into his touch and hold his hand with yours, kissing his palm and smiling softly.

"God, I love you Jer. Thank you, your also the coolest, most awesome, and amazing person I've ever met."

He leans in to kiss your forehead, letting go of your cheek and tightening his hold on your hand.

"You wanna go home and watch some movies at my place?"

"Hell yeah. This place is frickin' boring."

♡Soldier♡

• I know soldier is dense and all, but I can't really see him to be dense towards flirting.

• so you probably don't need to be jealous? Because the moment another person goes up to him to flirt with him he will get very angry.

• "ILL HAVE YOU KNOW I AM TAKEN BY A VERY LOVELY PERSON! AND I AM NOT LOOKING TO BE WITH ANYBODY ELSE OTHER THAN THEM! DO NOT BOTHER ME AGAIN, OR I WILL MAKE YOU GO THROUGH HELL!"

• so..no he's not really someone you need to be jealous of. But, if there were to be a scenario where someone was going over his head and you got jealous, I think he'd find your jealousy quite...attractive?

• he's always been the rough and leader type, so when you take initiative by talking to him later alone about how you felt so aggravated by the person who was flirting with him and how you felt upset, he felt bad but also kind of think its sweet.

of course he will tell you that he belongs to you and only you, going as far as creating you a fake certificate that says your his and he's yours. (it's so sweet) but he will also tell you how cute you are when your jealous. He loves that possessiveness to you!

• I can't say much about jealousy when it comes to the either of you, he doesn't get jealous often.

♡Pyro♡

• he doesn't see the signs of the flirting. because like...boy has major self esteem issues and is taking any form of flirting as a sign of friendship, its a sad way to think but it's also because of the fact he wouldn't think anyone would flirt with him now that he's taken.

• so when he notices you gripping the cups your holding and having a slight frown to your face, he instantly gets worried and ignores the person entirely. He's very attentive to small details, so he knows somethings up.

"Mmhud hhuuhhdhmmahd? Mmhhud hhuuh mmhhuhahh?" (What happened? Are you okay?)

"Yeah-sorry I just...I don't know. That person's flirting with you, ya know?"

"HUUH." (OH.)

he deadass didn't know LMFAOOO like yeah like I said, good at reading tones but he genuinely didn't have any interest in the person so he didn't pay much attention.

"It's silly but...I don't know-forget it. Here, I got us our drinks."

"Hhhuhhh..mmmhuhda." (Oh..okay.)

For the rest of the party he notices your mood has changed from the happy go lucky one before, so when the party gets quiet he leads you over and sits with you outside.

He asks whats wrong and he frowns when he realises that you were upset because you thought he'd leave you for said person. He gives you a tight hug, and pats your back.

"Hhuhda, Hhuhd mmhuhhda mmmhff mmhuhh mmhhuhd huuhm huuud huuhch."

(Y/N, I'd never leave you for some side bitch.)

That made you chuckle a bit, he continued on explaining about how much you mean to him. It was...tooth rottening shit, I'm talking the shit you cry at from Disney movies.

He's honestly confused on why you'd be jealous because in reality HES SCARED of you leaving him. He's never felt such a connection with someone so understanding and sweet like you, it honestly hurts him that you'd even think this way and it stings even more that you don't realise how your perfect for him.

You two go home early and just spend the night cuddling, he let's you talk more about it and that night you two learn more about yourselves.

♡Demoman♡

• this man is not dense. just like soldier, he knows when someone is tryna get with him.

• so I genuinely don't know any scenarios where you'd be jealous because...this man clings onto you like a fucking KOALA.

• he's the one taking the drinks for you, actually.

• I genuinely cannot see you ever needing to be jealous over him, as hard as I try to write nothing comes up in my head LMFAOOO

• he's not easily jealous either, so yall don't really need to worry about anything.

• if someone tries to ask him out, he'd just sling his arm over your shoulder while he talks to them about another topic. Giving them a smug look and even kissing you on the cheek when you have to go and get something.

♡Heavy♡

• When he notices how quiet you get when this random lady in front of the both of you starts flirting and egging him on, he immediately just shuts her up.

• He politely tells her that he is happily taken, holding your hand and asking her to respect that. If she understands and backs away it's fine, but if she starts to side eye you...hold him down cause he'll beat her ass.

• "Are you okay, lisichka?"

"I guess."

He doesn't know why your being quiet, and instead feels like he's the one to blame...like he did something wrong. He's a mature man, so he wouldn't beat around the bush about it.

"Please be honest with me, did I do something Y/N?"

"Oh-no no sorry...its just-" You sigh "I don't know, I sometimes wonder why your with me. Like...you could do better. You know?"

He let's you vent to him for a bit but truth be told he can't help but shake his head in disagreement and grip your hand when he does.

"You are the most wonderful person I have ever met. No words can describe how much I care for you, moya lyubov. Whatever it is you are thinking, I am sorry. But I love you, and not anybody else. If there is person who make you feel like this, I will crush their tiny head. Da?"

"...yea. I... thanks babe."

"Of course. Do not worry, Heavy will never leave your side, lisichka."

• he holds your hand the entire night and glares at anybody who even tries to get close to you, or him.

♡Engineer♡

• like demo, he's not dense in any sense. But I have a feeling for some reason, he'd like to see you jealous. In fact, he'd find it quite cute.

• but at this moment he was enjoying himself too much to realise that the person who was listening to him ramble was actually trying to flirt with him.

• it was a junior engineer, you saw how he smiled at them and something in you sortve broke. They looked so calm, collected, and smart. Honestly speaking, you don't understand much of what Engie usually talks about but you still like hearing about it. But seeing someone who does know, with their stupidly good hair and stupidly attractive self...that made you feel a bit upset.

• Engie had noticed you coming back with the drinks, having that same usual soft smile on his face when he greets you. But he can tell by your strained smile that something is bothering you, how you lightly grip the glass in your hands, he can tell you know, he's not dumb.

It clicks in his head, he takes the drink from you and excuses himself from the junior engineer, asking you if you want to be somewhere quieter. You agree, letting him take the both of you outside.

• "Sugar, are you alright?"

He doesn't even waste time, because he knows you. He knows how easily you downgrade yourself in the face of other people, he knows. You don't say it, but he's been with you long enough to understand what those hating glances you throw at yourself in the mirror mean.

"I...man."

The both if you sit in silence for a bit.

"You don't hafta tell me if ya don't wanna honey bee, I'm not forcin you to."

"Yeah...I'm-I just...I guess I feel a bit weird? I don't know how to explain it. Like, the person you talked to...they were so smart. So...soft spoken, so dignified...It makes me wonder why be with me when you have people like that approaching you."

He frowns, you look away but he keeps that worried stare on you.

"Like-why me? I'm such a dork and there's so much people out there who are better compared to me. I'm just some pathetic person you just so happened to meet."

"Hey-no, don't you dare say that about yourself."

Your attention is back on him now, his face is stern.

"Darlin' you are the sweetest and kindest soul I have ever laid my eyes on. You are perfect in every single aspect, and I could give less of a damn to the people around me. You got that?"

• His tone gets a bit rough, but he means well. You know he does, he always does. You can't help the tears that start to form in your eyes, he quickly notices and wipes them away, cupping your cheek and giving you a caring smile.

"Dontcha ever worry about that ever again alright? I love you, so so much. Nothing anyone says or do will ever change how I think about you. You are perfect."

He hugs you tightly, rubbing circles on your back as he let's you cry.

brb gonna sob I wish he was real

♡Medic♡

• I don't think medic would be the type to like social gatherings (unless its a topic he likes), so he tends to be at quieter places. While your out getting drinks, he sits by a quiet part of the room by himself, waiting for you patiently.

• a girl sits by him, giving him a smile. He returns one too, to be polite of course.

"You come here often?"

Oh boy. Not this.

He didn't wanna be here in the first place and now he has to TALK to people? Cmon Y/N where are you.

"No! Zhis is a social gathering...and it is my first time being here."

"Ah, it's my first time too. My names Angela, you?"

"My coworkers call me Medic."

"Pleasure to meet you Medic."

The convo just goes on, but honestly medic isn't even paying attention at this point. He just wants OUT of this conversation.

• When he sees you back with the drinks in your hand he instantly lights up, getting up from the chair and going to greet you.

"There you are! Sorry it took a while, the ball room is CROWDED."

"Ah, it is alright mein liebe. Now, let's go."

"HUH? Go where?"

He doesn't even say anything else and just walks away with you outside, not even giving you a chance to look at Angela's pissed off face.

• when you both are finally alone, he sighs and chugs the glass of champagne you got him.

"Woahhh there buddy, slow down."

"Zhat was HORRIBLE. Zhe woman I was talking to was so incredibly boring, she went on and ooonnnnn about how she's making a new...'makeup line' the ingredients she told me about are NOT skin friendly. It honestly bothers me how so many morons are at zhis gathering."

He just goes on and on, you have to stop him from breaking the glass of champagne from how much he's gripping it.

"Woah okay okay-lets just go home okay? The people here are kinda annoying. One guy kept on trying to ask for my number even though I told him I was taken."

He stops

"Oh really? And, where is this gentleman?"

"...nevermind. forget I said anything."

"No no, tell me. I just want to meet them."

"Yeah let's get back. It's late."

♡Sniper♡

• nope. no.

• he sees someone walking up to him? Automatically just runs away.

• he is also clinging onto you the entire time, or staying outside to wait for you. No fucking way is he having HUMAN CONVERSATIONS. FUCK THAT SHIT.

• yeah, sorry. He'd probably get jealous of you pretty easily though!

♡Spy♡

• oh now this is interesting.

• this mf would ACTIVELY make you jealous. Like the asshole he is.

• now sadly, this asshole is being a bigger asshole than usual, because he doesn't take into consideration that you are insecure.

• so when he sees you having tears in your eyes, gripping the glasses and having a slight frown when he's jokingly flirting with another person, automatically just drops everything.

• he grabs you by the waist and kisses you, wiping your tears away and cupping your cheek.

"I'm so sorry mon couer, it seems I have went over line. I would never love anyone else, it was merely a terrible joke." He will literally just take you out that night and make out with you. Buying you gifts and taking you to cafes, and repeatedly apologising whenever you think about it.

He doesn't quite understand why your insecure, but he will listen to your rants anyways.

"Ma belle, you are as radiant as the sun, as sweet as sugar, and as delightful as the night sky. I would not trade you for anything or anyone. Nothing can ever separate us, because I have fallen for you. I am forever yours, and you are mine."

corny ahh mf (I want him inside of me)

hi!!

I'm so sorry for...not writing for like a month or more HAHHAHAHAHAHHA shit has been so rough lately. Anyways WOO I'm writing again.

[luvring]

SECRET SANTA

akaashi x gn!reader | this is late but if u think about it it isn’t bc my own work secret santa forgot my present so i’ll be getting Mine late!

keiji’s only a little embarrassed that your secret santa wish list has become a suggested link on his laptop’s home page.

30 dollar maximum. no asking who other people got. have it ready for after the christmas weekend.

he figured it wouldn’t be that hard to find something for anyone—a wine glass set, a sweater, maybe a couple of books. but as soon as he drew your name on his phone, he turned it off and threw it onto the carpet in front of his bed.

because of course. of course it would be you: his months-long workplace crush. it became part of his routine to check if you updated your wish list for the first couple of days, and as soon as you did he threw his phone again. in the end he probably chose the hardest wish to find, sure, but he knew it’d be worth it.

walking into work, keiji held the carefully wrapped present with both hands. the office was chattier than usual, and he offered polite smiles on his way to your desk—a spot he’s had memorized since you first asked him to show you how to use the office printer. he spots you leaning against the wall with your friend. the both of you are laughing over something, and keiji can't tell if he's imagining things when a sun beam hits you perfectly; he wonders if it's making your smile brighter or if he just really likes you.

his pace falters at the sight and it's almost comical how he trips over air. cheeks flushed, he slows down and hopes you notice him a few feet away so he won't have to intrude.

the wish doesn’t take long to be fulfilled when your eyes flicker over to a new figure off to the side. he lifts his hand a little to wave and greets you softly, “hi.”

realizing it’s him, you grin. “oh, hi! just the guy i was waiting for.”

your friend says goodbye to the both of you, knowingly. but keiji doesn’t seem to register them as he blinks and furrows his brows at your words. “sorry?”

"i was waiting for you to walk by." you shuffle over to your desk and bend down to reach for something underneath. it doesn’t take a lot to figure out what’s going on, but he still holds his breath and stares. you weren’t the kind of person to pull a prank about secret santa, but what if for some god forsaken reason you did? or maybe he was imagining things and dreaming, running late to work because he hadn't actually woken up yet.

keiji's heart beats faster as you fix your outfit and stand back up, holding out a bag with a smile. “this is yours.”

the same smile falters when you don’t get a response, and it turns to shock when you look down at the box in keiji’s hands, your name carefully written in cursive on the top. “is that…” the both of you keep looking from each other to the presents before you finally ask, “did we get each other?”

keiji flounders for another second before laughing nervously. “i guess we did.”

“oh. oh! um, well, i hope you like it. it was on your wish list but i got the cover separately,” you explain as the both of you maneuver to exchange. inside his bag, keiji finds the sequel for his current favourite book series, as well as a crocheted book cover. it’s the same colour palette as the book cover, and he smiles at the heart placed on its center. there's a handmade card behind both and makes a mental note to read it later.

“oh my god, keiji. i’ve been wanting this for so long. how'd you kn—” he looks up from his present to see you react to your own, cutting yourself off when you realize what you were about to say. you look at each other and he can’t help himself from asking, “were you going to ask how i knew?”

“no?"

"are you sure?"

"stop.” you cover your face with your hands. peaking through your fingers, you can see the amusement on his face. “stop–don’t look at me like that. stop smiling,” you groan, face heating up.

keiji’s lips and voice waver. “i’m not smiling.”

“yes you are.” you laugh and hit his shoulder. he laughs with you, putting his hands up in surrender. "it was a lucky guess, that's all."

"god," you laugh breathily again. “seriously, though. thank you.”

“thank you, too. i’m excited to read it and the cover’s really pretty," he replies while fiddling with the little closing flap.

"i'm glad you like it. i don't really know the plot but y'know, if you wanna talk about it with me, i'm all ears."

keiji hesitates, and scratches the back of his ear. "i could lend you the first book if you wanted to read it?"

"oh." the offer shocks you a little. "really?"

"yeah, you can just, uh, ignore my notes and tabs and stuff." he thinks about the little comments and analyses he's left in the page margins, how you'd see his half-asleep, messily written "this is really important" that was never built on when he woke up. he cringes a little, but the opportunity's presented itself and he won't take it back.

you furrow your brows and tilt your head. "your—did you annotate it?" he nods.

"is it colour-coded and everything?" he nods again, bashfully this time.

"wow, okay, why would i ignore them?" you ask. at that, he blinks and can't muster a response.

"akaashi keiji if you don't give me a legend to what each colour means so i can fully understand your annotations i'm going to be so mad," you say with a joking frown. but the request is genuine and keiji's heart flutters as he laughs in disbelief. "i—yeah. yeah, okay, i'll make sure to put one in the cover then."

after that, there's a natural lull in the conversation and you take a breath. you go to speak again, and it's obvious you're probably going to say some sort of "see you later," and keiji panics.

"and, um," he starts. you startle but look at him, and he thinks he really might rather melt into the floor than face your rejection. he opens and closes his mouth, trying to find the words he’s wanted to ask for weeks, and he thinks he must look like an idiot. but your gaze only softens and you offer him a reassuring smile.. "i…sorry. but if you aren’t busy, would you like to join me for dinner later?

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[thecaptainstevie]

More incorrect quotes I generated (+April)

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Mikey: I'm cold. Leo: Here, take my hoodie. *meanwhile* Raph: I'm cold. Donnie: I can't control the weather, Raph.

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Donnie: Am I a boy? Am I a girl? It doesn't matter. I'm going to burn your house down.

(also works for Mikey)

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Raph: You really put aside everything and came all this way for me? How did you even get here so fast? April: Several traffic violations. Mikey: Three counts of resisting arrest. Donnie: Roughly thirteen cans of energy drinks. Leo: Also, that’s not our car.

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April: Yo dumbass, get over here. Leo: Okay- Mikey: *gleefully runs past* I’m coming! Leo, sadly: I thought... I was dumbass...

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(lots more after the cut)

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April: Leo's refusing to wear their glasses! Leo: April, look, I wore the glasses for a day. My eyes are much better now. Watch. Leo: *points to Raph* Raph. Leo: *points to Mikey* Mikey. Leo: *points to Donnie* Sasquatch.

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*In a group chat* Raph: A pegan just flew into my window. April: Pegan? Mikey: A what? Donnie: Ah yes, my favorite bird, Pegan. Leo: I thought you said penguin for a second, LMAO! Donnie: Just a normal day with flying penguins crashing into my window. Leo: You have pigeons flying into your window? Can't relate, I have penguins flying into my window. Raph: I literally just made a typo-

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Leo: You're a lying piece of sh*t! (censored by Raph) Donnie: Oh yeah? You're the idiot that thinks you can get away with everything you do, WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD! Raph: I'm leaving and I'm taking Mikey with me! April, gathering cards: Aaaaand that's enough Monopoly for today.

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*The Squad's cooking skills* Mikey: *master chef* Leo: *knows a few recipes* April: *can follow instructions on a box* Donnie: *made toast once* Raph: *banned from the kitchen*

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April: You’re too later, Superdorks! You'll never stop me now! Raph: That’s where you’re wrong, evildoer! We WILL stop you, with the powers of: Mikey: Friendship! Leo: Harmony! Donnie: Incredible violence. Raph: And love!

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April: You three, explain right now! Donnie: It was Leo. Mikey: It was Leo. Raph: It was Leo. Leo: Leo: …fuck.

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Donnie: All right, y'all! Let's take a vote! Raph: A secret vote. Everyone close your eyes. *the Squad closes their eyes* Mikey: We don't see the result! Raph: Well, just say your vote out loud. April: Won't we recognize each other's voices? Leo: Raph has a point.

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Raph: Problem, I can't tell if this food is over-sauced or undercooked. April: Solution, just pop it back in the oven for another 10 minutes. There's at least a 50% chance that'll fix it, right? Donnie: Result? Food has somehow become unpleasantly soggy and unpleasantly crunchy at the exact same time. Leo: No better time than this to pull out my favorite word! Slunchy! Mikey: ...put it away.

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April: That's it, you're grounded! Raph, no adventures for you! Leo, no fighting for you! Mikey, no stealing for you! And Donnie... oh my god, is there anything that you love? Donnie: Revenge. April: No vengeance for you. Donnie: I was going to say "I'll get you for this," but I guess that's off the table.

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Raph: What makes you all smile? Mikey: Friends and Family. April: Snacks. Leo: Victory and success. Donnie: Face muscles.

(omg their name colours formed a rainbow here :D)

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Raph: I truly hate it here <3 Donnie: Now replace “it” with “women”. Not so funny now, is it? Mikey: Now replace “it” with “women”. Not so funny now, is women? Leo: Now replace “funny” with “women”. Not so women now, is funny? April: I’m having a fucking stroke. Mikey: Now replace “stroke” with “baby”. Congratulations!

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Okay that's enough for now haha! If you want more incorrect quotes that I generated you can find them here!

Will likely do more of these once I'm bored again :)

[krikeymate]

https://www.tumblr.com/krikeymate/728700645445713920/sam-snaps-she-cant-take-taras-arguing-anymore

WHY DOESN’T SHE FIND HER??? YOU DIDN’T KILL TARA DID YOU???

For the record, when I wrote that, my intention was not to suggest something had actually happened to Tara. But now that you mention it...

➖

Sam struggles against her restraints. It only serves to unsteady her already precarious balance on her tiptoes, arms wrenched high above her and tied to a hook.

It hurts, but Sam supposes that's the point. To keep her immobilised, unable to do anything except hurt.

And fuck does she hurt.

Nothing has ever tortured Sam quite so much as seeing her baby sister in pain, injured, in danger.

The pulling of her muscles, the ache in her bones, the weight in her chest and the throbbing of her head from where she took a blow to the back of it... none of it compares to having to stare at the sight of Tara, tied up and slumped over in a chair, blood slipping from her hairline. It creeps from behind her clothing, wounds unseen. They could be shallow, or deep. Trivial... or fatal. She can't draw her eyes away from it, from the way it stains her skin red.

That was never her colour. Sam aches to wipe it away.

The jingling of chains reminds her she can't.

Can't brush away the blood, or the tears. Can't comfort her whimpering sister, can't protect her. She can't do anything.

Sam's had so many nightmares just like this, where she's stuck and helpless, Tara just out of reach. Sam just out of time.

She hopes she wakes up soon.

But she won't. She never does. Not until the finale, not until it's over.

She doesn't want to see herself fail again. She'd promised herself she wouldn't fail again.

But that's all she's ever done, isn't it? Fail her sister.

From the moment she was born, Sam had failed to protect her, to look after her. She ruined her family, pushed her away, abandoned her. She nearly got Tara killed, put her in the firing line twice... and now look at where they are, again.

"This is all my fault," she whispers, a familiar self-loathing writhing through her, climbing up her throat.

A mocking laugh from behind her cuts through the oppressive silence of the room.

"God," the voice of a beast proclaims. "Always the martyr, aren't you?"

It's the voice of her father. The voice of her lover. The voice of a dozen in one.

A voice that remains even, inflection carefully hidden, but Sam can still hear it. The derision.

A hand slips around her throat, grabbing it from behind. For a moment, her feet slip, body held up only by her arms. She feels her bones pull against her skin, a flash of hot pain, before the robed asshole steadies her.

"Not everything is about you," they whisper into her ear.

Sam tries to struggle against their grip, yearns to twist and smash her face against the mask. She can feel it, the smooth rubber brushing against her cheek. So close. If only she could just- The hold on her head is too strong, gloved fingers sliding upwards to grip her chin, holding her head still. Holding her gaze forward.

No.

No.

Ghostface always has a partner.

Sam is powerless to do anything but squirm in Ghostface's hold as she's forced to watch another glide behind her sister from behind the glass screen.

Wake up Wake up WAKE UP.

A gloved hand strokes over Tara's hair, a deceptively gentle motion preceding a violent tug, head yanked back.

Neck exposed.

Sam's heart beats out of her chest as she listens to Tara's groan through the staticky speaker on the wall.

"Please, please don't do this, please don't hurt her, she's innocent, I'll do anything, please-"

Sam begins to babble. She says anything, everything. The words flow from her mouth without thought, desperate to find the right combination, the key to saving her sister.

But Sam is not a lock, made to hold a key. She's merely the chain, a blockage. Something to constrict, to hide, to weigh down.

Ghostface cackles beside her.

"You still don't get it, do you?"

The modulated voice drips in condescension.

"This is about her. What she's done. You can't save her. You're only here so you don't get in our way. We can't have you stopping us."

Sam can't believe what she's hearing. It doesn't make sense. It can't- It-

"I'm sorry Samantha, I truly am, but this has been a long time coming. When you love a monster, you can't be surprised when the devil comes calling."

"What? No, no that's not right, this doesn't-"

The Ghostface across the room bends down to her sister's ear, whispering secrets. Sam's voice fails her as Tara looks up, staring through the glass like she can see her.

She can't.

That had been made clear to her when they first bought her here, when they hung her from the ceiling like a piece of meat. Left her to rot. To watch. To see the way they hurt her sister, to listen to her screams of pain. To hear them demand a confession.

Whatever confession it is they wanted, they never got it.

It only made them angrier.

But they never touched Sam. Not for a moment. She'd thought this had been her punishment, to see them destroy the thing she loved most.

But it wasn't... was it?

They didn't care about her at all.

It doesn't seem real, it doesn't make sense. Sam's the monster here, Sam is the one with a pile of bodies behind her, the fiend skulking the streets with a demon in her periphery.

How could that mean nothing to these people? How could Tara - sweet, gentle Tara - be the object of their scorn?

Her sister's never hurt anyone, not like Sam.

She's not like-

"Sam."

Her sister's voice is steady, despite the knife at her throat and the blood on her lips.

"I'm sorry.”

There’s a sad smile on her face. Only her sister would face death with a smile.

“This isn’t your fault… Not everything is about you, remember?”

Words echo through Sam’s head, Tara’s words: You're not that special and you're not the only person in the world.

Sam had felt like her world was ending when Tara had spat them at her before. But those cutting words had nothing on the flash of the blade across her sister’s throat and the spray of blood splattering across the screen.

Sam snaps her eyes shut. If she squeezes them tight enough, then maybe the sound of metal against flesh and the gurgle of a victim choking in their own blood can be drowned out by the roaring in her ears. Maybe she’ll wake up.

Please wake up now.

Her knees hit the floor, arms suddenly free. She doesn’t know where Ghostface went, when they let go.

All she can think about is how she should have run faster, been quicker, stopped her sister running out into the night.

She would never have been caught then.

Or Sam could have been smarter, said better things, explained herself better.

If she hadn’t upset her sister, she would still be here. They’d be in their apartment, together. Safe. Sam would have been able to protect her.

She was supposed to protect her.

There’s a banging now, a heavy fist against wood, over and over. Someone’s calling her name, but Sam can’t bring herself to open her eyes. She doesn’t want to open her eyes and find her sister gone, she can’t.

She can’t.