#the person I got it from mentioned that it wasnt theirs so

[anotherdragon]

WAIT RAI IS CANON TRANSMASC???

[lexithwrites]

sorry for the long read but this is important (aka lets talk about plagiarism)

hello! so, if anyone remembers the other day i posted a lil snippet for a smutshot involving remus/sirius/james. originally, someone got very upset about the lack of tags and accused me of writing SA—it was not SA, it was teasing someone and edging them, but i digress. people misread things all the time and thats whatever—and they privately messaged me accusing the same thing and saying i needed to tag better as i had triggered them. i deleted the post not wanting to upset anyone else, apologised for upsetting them then whilst trying to explain my work and explain how it wasnt SA, they blocked me. that's fair and i moved on learning my lesson as i clearly did something wrong.

what isn't fair, is rewriting said work for yourself and posting it on YOUR ao3 account.

i was sent the story and commented:

you deleted this post almost immediately and proceeded to say it isn't plagiarism. this is the definition of plagiarism btw:

that's what you did. it's the exact same scenario, it's a threesome, and the dialogue is VERY similar. the premise for the scene is the same. I've got some screenshots of both works below to highlight this:

MINE:

THEIRS:

now this isn't word for word, obviously, and theirs is a longer one shot with other plot points involved, but these scenes are similar. the dialogue in particular is similar. its a slap in the face honestly; to be given shit by someone and then see that they decided to use it for themselves.

there is always consent in my work, i've never had anyone say before that this is an issue as my finished works have discussions of safe words and safe sex and boundaries. pretty much everything i've ever written that involves sex has a conversation regarding safe words. i clearly tagged it wrong and i will admit that. i will take the blame for that and tag accordingly from now on.

but you used my work for your own. and also (since you added this to the ao3 post i'll include it) you admitted to using my work:

'inspired by some drama'

YOU REWROTE WHAT I MADE. YOU USED SIMILAR DIALOGUE. THE SAME SETTING. YOU JUST MADE IT YOUR OWN AND ARE ACTING LIKE THAT ISN'T PLAGIARISM??

like—

just because you didn't think i would 'appreciate' being mentioned does not mean you do it?? you literally admitted to 'tweaking' it and writing it yourself. this is such stupid fucking drama and so unnecessary what did you want to gain from this??

do not use other peoples fucking work. SIMPLE.

also i shouldnt have to say this but dont give this person shit. dont send hate in my name, its not worth it and not the point of this post whatsoever .im not naming them, they know who they are even if they've blocked me. i dont care if you see this, honestly i hope you see it. just please take plagiarism seriously because its annoying af and weird

ANYWAY have a lovely day <3

[pupuyvs]

okay heres my latest long ass ramble lol:

so now that you mention it, i do see the emphasis on their different social classes more clearly now. i noticed it before but never really put too much thought into it until this latest update and we see everything come to head. now all the times you wrote about their wealth classes are like glaring me in the face lol and i see how it plays such an important role in this story.

some moments like:

the first time jihye went to chaewons house to "fix" eunchaes pc. when she got there she really said she felt like her just breathing and being in the house mansion brought down its value. like no jihye 😭 why you think like that girl. but i get her though. cause if youre not used to so much wealth it can be uncomfortable and awkward to be around.

and when jihye was getting ready for her first date with chaewon. she got her car cleaned and everything cause maybe she was thinking 'my car isnt the nicest or newest but i should at least get it cleaned to be somewhat acceptable for chaewon.'

another was when they went to jihyes hometown. yes its a small town in the countryside (totally different from the big city of seoul), but when jihye explained that all their families were close because she and the other kids would play outside because only one kid had a tv, and even then that kid wasnt even there that often. on the other hand, chaewon and eunchae have a game room, while jihye and her childhood friends only had one tv that they didnt even get to use all that much like bro 😭

all were smartly placed into the story (amazing writing by you 😘) to show just how far apart jihye and chaewons social classes are and just how different their childhoods were.

then you bring in aeri and minjeong. at first, i thought them having a superiority complex with the whole school was just rich, popular kids being your typical rich and popular kids, but i was wrong.

you brought up when wonyoung mentions natty and belle, and how aeri straight up says natty and belle are beneath them. like despite being cheerleaders too, aeri still views them as below her and her friends because wealth wise, they werent in the same league as them.

again with yena. they called her crazy and weird and didnt seem to like her much or interacted with her at all (other than the fact that she dated chaewon). while yena was on the basketball team (and seemed like an important player on it too), socially in school that would give anyone some kind of popularity. yet again, aeri and them didnt socialize with her because she wasnt in their wealth class. (gonna circle back to yena in a bit)

they see themselves above everyone else because of their wealth. like another anon pointed out, the rich like to stay with the rich. and like what karina said to ning when she broke up with her (they better get back together pls they were so cute 🥺 and im totally on team ningrina with 😎 so pls) theres a social line ning and her friends (specifically her friends) drew that shouldnt be crossed. their wealth is important to them and, it seems to me with the way you wrote their characters, that they are the type of people who consider wealth a big part of who they are as a person and that it greatly defines who they are while also warping how they view and judge others (if youre not as rich as me, youre less than me).

now this leads me to chaewons friend group. like you pointed out and said it in the story itself: chaewon, ning, aeri, and minjeong are only friends because their parents do business together. they were brought together by their wealth and probably only stayed together as a group because no one else in their school comes from a family as wealthily as any of theirs. wonyoung was the exception because her family meets that standard. it wasnt genuine connection that brought them together (a stark contrast to jihye, karina, yujin, yunjin, and kazuha and eventually yena, yeji, and even wonbin). like when i think about jihyes friend group, i think of colorful lights and comfort and warmth because theyre chaotic and loud but they love and care for each other and are always having a good time. but when i think about chaewons friend group, i think of monotone colors and like an itchy sweater and walking on egg shells because it seems uncomfortable at times and one wrong slip up could end in a fight or the end of a friendship, and they dont seem to talk things out properly—when they do try, it just quickly leads to yelling and arguing and no one hears the other out. cause again, the foundation of their friend group isnt genuine connection but their families wealth and class.

and now chaewon. my girl is rich af and knows it. before jihye, she seemed to kinda follow the same line of thought has aeri and minjeong but not as intense as them. while aeri and minjeong have the vibes of 'were rich, we know it, youre not, so were going to judge you for it because youre beneath us,' chaewon seemed to have the vibe of 'im rich, i know it, and if youre not on my radar i dont really care to be involved with you.' then jihye happened (completely unplanned) and it opened up a new world for chaewon. they come from completely different backgrounds but their difference in class doesnt bother chaewon, and she seems to enjoy and like it—home made food from grandma yoo, the comfort and simplicity of jihyes car, handmade plastic bead chains to hang on your rearview mirror, and holiday parties with family and friends. in each instance, chaewon compared the experience to her regular life—home made food vs food made by renowned chefs, jihyes simple car vs fancy blacked out suvs and limos, hand made jewelry and beads vs gold watches and bracelet, holidays with family (who are actually home for the holidays) and friends vs strictly invite only business parties. she doesnt mind her and jihyes difference in class because it seems to give her things shes missing out in her own life. now, while this can be seen as a good thing for chaewon and jihye, it kinda affects their relationship negatively because she doesnt vocally tell jihye any of this. so while shes enjoying all the things jihye is having her experience, jihye is hyper aware of their differences in class and is insecure about it (everything i mentioned chaewon liking, jihye was actually insecure about and always second guessed herself before doing).

now this whole college thing. in my other ask, i talked about how chaewon probably saw jihye not telling her about her college choice as a sign of her not thinking about the future of their relationship and defended the reason for her reaction. now as of jihye, after all this talk about wealth and class and their emphasis on the story, i think jihye didnt want to tell chaewon because it was yet another glaring highlight of their different social classes. jihye knows chaewon can get into any college she wants, money is not a problem for her, and here she is choosing andong over snu because her family cant afford two tuitions (even if her and karina are on scholarships). 

lastly, circling back to yena. i like that insight from you of yena not being mad at chaewon dating someone new, but dating someone clearly outside her social class because its just another thing that ties into the wealth and class theme. now i get where her anger is coming from (i dont justify it but i get it) like maybe she and chaewon didnt work out cause shes not as well off as chaewon and her friends, and they deemed her not worthy of chaewons time (plus maybe her and chaewon just didnt mesh well and she wasnt the best gf) but now her ex is dating someone def out of her social class and who is probs lower than yena herself. so of course yena is like 'tf. why is she the exception?’ this gives her character a bit more depth and a reason behind her actions and rage, other than just being your typical bully/jealous ex character.

to conclude this long ass thought ramble lol, while there are other factors in effect in this story, the common theme in everything is wealth and social class. and you saying how you wanted to emphasis it in the story really opened my eyes to everything i just rambled on about. its crazy to see how it affects everyone in this story and youre amazing for writing this story and plot (so well thought out dude 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼 and i know i always say it but you really are the best 🙂‍↕️) i really wanna see how everything will eventually play out and how wealth and social class continues to affect the characters and their development. and i know it might be a long shot, but i do hope aeri and minjeong get some kind of redemption arc or at least grow out of their wealth-tinted eyeglasses.

-🦖

(again, team jichae til the end and now team ningrina too ✊🏼🙂‍↕️ give my girls their happy ending pls)

first off i audibly said yes multiple times while reading this each part deserves more speaking upon so ill go part by part (it wont be in order i have adhd)

regarding the part where you said chaewon enjoys jihye life its true chaewon absolutely loved how different the two lives were because she got to experience things she never had before through jihye and her family (dont worry a bonus chapter will be chaewon meeting hye’s parents) so it never occurred to her that jihye would feel some type of way thats why when jihye blows up and says chaewon would be ashamed and that they cant work cause shes poor it genuinely confuses chaewon she never even considered that being a problem

which ends up blowing up in her face because while she loves it jihye is wondering when will chaewon realize shes not good enough and that shes not deserving of chaewon jihyes biggest fear is chaewon one day waking up and resenting her because she cant afford to live chaewons lifestyle

she cant go on trips to other countries just because she cant buy chaewon that nice shirt she saw in the store window she cant buy chaewon the world if she wanted to and it scares her and even though chaewon doesnt care she also never revealed that to jihye

now chaewons friend group are definitely that monotone colored friend group and i tried my best to show that through doing direct comparisons

for instance the christmas and new years chapters

christmas u saw jihyes friend group, how lively they are while on new years the highlight to chaewons friend group day was passing out on expensive wine

i love how u pt out all it takes is one mistake for them to fight because truthfully chaewons whole friend group are emotionally stunted (except for like wonyoung but she joined so late they view her as one of them but not one of them if u get what i mean) that they do care for each other i wasnt supposed to reveal this yet cause i wanted to save it for next chapter but i can let yall in on a little secret

yena runs the tea acc (i think everyone knows that) the reason why aeri can get it deleted is cause she knows yena runs the acc and lets her run it peacefully because she thought if chaewon kept seeing yeonjun cheat she’d eventually leave him

though only yizhuo knew they were fake dating the rest of the group saw how miserable yeonjun was making chaewon (what was making her miserable was him getting caught) and aeri just wanted her to be in a happy relationship (she wants the same yizhuo but she cant get past the difference)

(to add on earlier the reason why the group dont bother to talk it out is just like chaewon said theyre stuck together as long as their parents do business together and if that partnership is lifelong yall literally stuck together no matter what)

speaking on yena while she def has some jealous ex tendencies she makes it clear that it isnt the fact chaewons dating the problem but who she dating is for example on her priv she refers to jihye as a “thing” she gets mad that jihye is publicly looking at chaewon almost as if dehumanizing jihye (just like she does when she destroys her robotics room) im someone that likes small details for stories so trust guys sometimes ur not overanalyzing i did put that in there on purpose

lastly ofc the class issues ik ive referenced them during this rant but to really discuss ur first pt the first date and first meet chapter is meant to really emphasize on everything

the way that she stands in one spot in the house in fear of dirtying the house, the way she takes time to enter the house, the dirtiness of her shoes compared to the new expensive slippers that chaewon gives her without a second thought, the awe shes in at a chandelier

and its emphasized even more in the first date

the stickers on the dashboard are meant to show that the car is the parents old one, the stickers there from the girls who now share it, the stain on the chairs in the back from both the friends and the girls themselves, the vacuum indents to show that jihye furiously cleaned it in fear of it not being clean enough for chaewon (like she felt she wasnt clean enough to be in chaewons house), the aux cord instead of the bluetooth cause its clearly an older car, even the fingerprints that are from jihyes friends (and ofc the town itself but i think yall know that)

i did these things because when i read aus especially ones where ones rich and the other is not they tend to leave the troubles out of it when in reality a gap that big will lead to problems (college, parents approval, insecurity, etc.)

at one pt for the angst chapter i had jihye saying “rich ppl will always get to dream while poor people eventually have to face reality” (which i got inspired by a quote on twt saying sumn about “i wish poor kids were able to continue dreaming” in reference to arts) which is another reason why they viewed their future differently chaewon is able to dream of a future of them together while jihye has to face a reality where she has to go to a smaller college and she has to get a job getting a bit more than minimum wage because thats the reality

i didnt mean to ramble this long i just love being able to talk to yall about stuff like this i love being able to give insight and behind the scenes of what i do i love yall picking my brain

(and dw ningrina and jichae’s futures are bright)

[fluffenough]

Furbbs appreciation post: for a friend who left the fandom and changed my life (please read)

thank you for all the love on the recent photos of chiffon and latte ;w; if you see this i just want you to know im holding all your tags and comments close to my heart and sobbing from joy

both were customized by my precious friend @furbbs in 2018... furbbs is long inactive in the furby space but did some of the most gorgeous, in depth and unique customs id ever seen.

i decided to make this post so i can remind people of the incredibly talented person i get to call my friend.

furbbs was one of the first (if not the first) i saw skin an 05 and boom.

they are safe, but i cant pretend i do not miss their presence in this space. i hope to keep their incredible work alive through my photography!

they had to leave due to health issues.

like this WIP they posted... i dont even know how they did this level of detail with dye! 2012s weren't very popular then, either. (Credit)

This sweetie of theirs, too! In general, they did things with dye I STILL cannot comprehend. They'd done custom plush and fursuits before, so I suppose that's how they were so intuitive!

This "confetti baby" custom dyed snowball by them is still unbelievable to me. Genuinely amazing. (Credit)

Latte originally had a custom "furbucks" apron they made. He has a "scent pouch" inside that smells like hazelnut and coffee made from candle melts. (Credit)

aurora was originally a dalmatian furb and was dyed to my liking to look like a cloudy sky. he has so much detail on his eyelids that can't be seen right now as they got stuck open in transit. (Credit)

they even custom made the hair tuft aurora has :") its several fur panels sewed together as dye wasnt working. my heart... (credit)

obligatory mention to my boyfriend (@tiedyefurb)'s custom furby, prince, also made by them. the level of detail is insane

they bought a lot of suspiciously cheap furbies for my boyfriend because he dreamed of owning an angel furby and one was included. the overall price was $12/furby.

the furbies were full of dead bugs, even under their eyelids and in their robot parts. they had dead bug poop in them, they were... really gross.

out of love and perseverance, despite having intense toy empathy and the process being upsetting, furbbs cleaned them all thoroughly. me and my bf have 5 furbies from the lot, 3 customized by them

when i got chiffon, my sun bleached crystal baby, customed by them they let me make so many changes and i made them start over and add little details so many times. i wish id known how special the experience was in the moment

i... cant express how much furbbs means to me and how much joy their craft brings. i think most people probably dont know of them and the thought made me sad. so i wanted to remind people of my precious friend.

if you knew furbbs, consider adding a comment or addition. if you didnt, consider giving their blog a look. maybe rb if you want!

if you read this far, thank you. i want people to remember furbbs time in our community.

(im not crying ur crying)

[princehendir]

I feeel the irritation towards the weird "shipping culture" takes on a personal level, since, in my experience, a lot of Allo people just looked at Aromantic people's conversations about romance in media (& occasional venting. It wasnt always making a point but it was generally separate from actual criticism which I dont think they... understood LOLOL) & went "Bet I could use the bare bones of this to make people feel bad" & stripped all the nuance (as well as anything even vaguely mentioning Aromantics) away from the discussion

Like its wiiild to me how straightforward it was. Us & our conversations got a bit more attention & then damn near overnight the odd shaming people for participating in shipping culture at all started being a more popular take & Aros got completely kicked out of the argument. Like damn people dont have to agree with us but could they at least not misinterpret our shit then claim it was theirs the whole time?

& it was alllways the folks harassing us online who two days later decided they were better than other people & shipping characterz makes you worse than them & means you have no nuance & never analyze shit. Its crazy how many of the folks trying to act like shippings immature are also reylo types shipping kids & adults together, because to them thats not a contradiction apparently LMAO

Im agreeing with you & bringing this up because I think this is a part of why this whole thing got popular [again] which lots of people dont know about & not me trying to claim this is solely effecting Aros or an attempted end all be all analysis just shit Ive observed and talked to people about

This is an interesting perspective actually so thanks for bringing it up. I can't speak much to this because a lot of what you're talking about is slightly outside of my realm of observance, but it is obvious to me now that I think about it that what is roughly the same set of criticisms has been received very differently depending on who is saying it.

I have noticed the reylo/reylo adjacent/literally-ids-as-a-proshipper but also believes that "shipping" is ruining all culture forever thing too. Frankly a lot of people who bemoan shipping in this way are just literally, shippers, in the classic sense, and do a lot of classic fandom behaviors while simultaneously saying that fandom is rotting brains or w/e. It's literally "it doesn't count when I do it" and it's so..... unserious.

[the-official-account]

Episode 22 3o❤️s

I've just been sitting here rotating them in my mind so I'm gonna do another episode

What I love about podcasts is how they make me permanently associated a certain feeling with this opening music in a pure Pavlovian response. The absolute adrenaline hit I got from the Desperado opening music was craaazya an now three of Hearts makes me 🥰🥰🥰

Essay's ability to repeat the word "crystallis's" is astounding.

Namesake AND relative. Okay. Okay okay okay I'm normal I'm so normal!

Diamond agreeing with the plan or not is the difference between consensual kidnapping and uhhhh kidnapping.

"If diamond doesn't trust queer creeper we might be able to get away with just heisting diamond, we don't need diamonds cooperation" HFODGSODGKZVSZ THATS JUST KIDNAPPING BUT OKAY!!!

"we can kidnap diamond consensually or by force" 😂😂😂😂 okay I get this as like a witness protection thing but damn

"a find my phone but for the people you've adopted" VDODHKSBSKD. I love this podcast about vellum, spar, and their strange child who is their age

Loving this strange shadowy room that definitely has nothing lurking in the corner

"STANDING IN THE CORNER IS A PERSONS OUTLINE" BECAUSE OF COURSE

Bxksgskdgs he says EXCUSE ME

NOT THE STEALTH CHECK JOKER IM DEAD

A HILARIOUS introduction to voracity

Ipswitch is such a nerd... WHEEEEW GETTING CAUGHT IN THAT WAS NAAAARROWLY AVOIDED

I get this nagging feeling that no matter what diamond is not gonna be with the agents by the time shit shakes out.

"diamond has a method of circumventing free will" is diamond altered? This was definitely mentioned in just not sure. But that means they mind controlled Kurt or something, right? I wonder if voracity can suck people's alterations out of them or something.

Ooooh locate person spell yeah...

Spar just *goes*...yeah. yeah that's spar. Go get 'er!

"if something happens and spar gets murdered, whatever" NOT WHATEVER. I WILL CRY

Here I am like oh, I love this little fight it is so cute and harmless and really shows off who they are as people so nicely and then—

"are you saying I'm not a good enough fields agent?"

"yes. I am" spar noooo

VELLUM PUNCHES HIM? OKAY KING MAYBE NOT THE APPROPRIATE RESPONSE EMOTIONALLY BUT IM SO HERE FOR THIS. THE DRAMA. TAKE NO INSULTS!

TWO SUCCESS TO PUNCH. TWO TO RESTRAIN. OH MY GOD.

"and kaolin vellum can't throw a fucking punch" okay part is me is SO MAD right now but the larger part is me is eating up all this info about spar, I didn't know he got like this

JAKUB THIS IS NOT GREAT TIMING IM FUCKING DEAAAAD.

'if you're gonna be dead can I at least uhhhh do my job?'

"This is what I'm for" ugh. Ugh. OUCH.

"I care too much about you for you to get hurt, you know that right?"

"SPAR DID NOT KNOW THAT"

... "HE DOESNT WANNA HAVE TO TELL ANY OF THE OTHER FELSPARS THAT SOMETHING HAPPENED TO SPAR WHEN HE WASNT THERE" OH IM SHAKING.

I was warned about this episode but I was not warned

"You got it kid. Sir" that's cute.

Wow I have so many emotions in my body right now.

HE CHECKS HIS TIE AND DIEBDKDBSKDBDISVS

"be careful"

"I always am"

"that's a lie—DAMMIT SPAR"

But the cheek kiss. Oh my god the cheek kiss. I feel like people get so wrapped up in mouth-kisses that they sometimes forget the simple shit like hugs and kisses on the cheek can be just as emotionally impactful if not more in context. The cupping his face. This. mmmmmmmmmmMMMM!!!!!!!

God I love them. I love them. I love them so much.

Spar and Xbala's friendship is so precious. Everyone is so precious. I'm gonna cry. but SPAR STOP DUCKING JOKING ABOUT THE IDEA THAT YOU'RE LOVED! GODDAMN!

I'm still loving the groove, this time I am bopping and weeping.

Okay but thinking about a last name in a hypothetical marriage that they hypothetically decide to want they'd probably keep theirs??? For work reasons?? But idk. I was just thinking that "Velspar" is a cool shit name. Kaoliam. Merlin. Maybe not merlin fksgsksgdjdgs

[spar bakes tiny pixie sized cakes for Sorel as he organizes her birthday yearly, doesn't org. His own lets someone else. He's confident in his cakes but otherwise can't really cook]

Ipswitch is a mood, I also love tasks.

Maybe my volume is slightly higher than normal but this end of midtro music seemed extra groovy

It just hit me that there was no heavy content warning at the start of this episode so spar's fine at least for now. I'm not feeling particularly anxious today but knowing that would definitely help a lot of j was :D

"she's not gonna blow up the car" awhhhh

I know he's fine and I'm still worried, but like, in an exciting way

He cuts the radio station in half <3.

I'm imagining Anya giving the guards bad legal advice because I think it's funny. Anya is a "vengeance is best served cold" kinda gal

I love spar saying he wants to pick Anya up because I know she is the size of maybe 2 footballs (exaggeration)

I LOVE THAT THEY KIDNAPPED CARNATION ALSO LMAO. sorry you got muzzled tho bestie that makes me sad....

How are we transporting carnation in the sedan? Or maybe carnation is just really fucking fast because pigs are fucking scary. And then this one has ANTLERS oh my god. I also need to draw carnation

Eughhhh I don't like where this incoming car is going

There are animatics in my head of all the fight scenes that I will never be able to make but know that they are VERY cool.

I WAS SO FUCKING SCARED ABOUT VORACITY BUT THE FUCKING BEARTRAP LMAOOOOOOO

This does imply voracity has some sort of physical ability maybe.

>:( the hosts need to stop being funny they keep making jokes before I can make the jokes. But still "playing whatever card game is the gayest" is SO much fun.

The :0 face..... IPSWITCH!!!! ASK FOR AN ALTERNATIVE DATE OR SOMETHING OH MY GOD

the suits manual (which I know exists but I maintain does not exist exactly because it is funny) — "MAKE PEACE WITH YOUR GODDEX" FFFFUCK.

One success has ME making peace with my goddex.

IMAGING GETTING A BEAR TRAP THROWN AT YOU

"IF NEEDED SPAR WILL FASTBALL SPECIAL ANYA TO THE CAR" 😂😂😂😂

SPAR SPAR SPAR SPAR SPAR STOP FUCKING BEING SELF SACRIFICIAL THAT IS A BLOOD SUCKING VAMPIRE MY MAN WHAT THE ABSOLUTE FUCK SPAR WHAT THE FUCK

JORDAN THE MINUS ONE FLIP WHAT THE FUCK JORDAN WHAAAAAA

Oh shit cool sword shit I love cool sword shit.

THEIR BLOOOOOD TURNS TO STONE? THATS SO FUCKING COOL.

Spar I love you but your hubris —TWO JOKERS. The deck said "fuck you. The timeline."

Ooooh it won't kill a Felspar........SO HE'S GONNA FUCKING SHOOT THEM? VELLUM DEFINATELY DIDNT FUCKING AUTHORIZED THIS BUT I IMAGINE ITS ASSUMED—NO SUCCESSES

HHHHHOLLLLLY FUCK.

VORACITY KNOWS—FUCK YOU VORACITY STOP TALKING ABOUT HIS PARENTS FUCK YOU. CHRIST. GOD. THIS. HUPEHDLJM?

Xbala's gotta be fucking flooring it.

Wheeeeeeew. What a fucking episode. Fuck. Wow. Fuck.

@threeheartscast

[infizero]

pokespe reread: yellow chapter - closing thoughts! 🟡

that's the end of yellow and gen 1 as a whole!! before i (very excitedly) move onto GSC, here's my closing thoughts ft. me talking way too long about blue for some reason

(before we start i want to reiterate that i use they/them for yellow. i just cant use anything else sorry. i also use "yellow" and "amarillo" interchangeably 👍)

ok, i wanna start by talking about yellow's personality bcuz MAN! i am so glad i reread this chapter in particular bcuz i really forgot so much. as a child i 100% woobified yellow very badly and basically any trait of theirs that wasnt "sweet nice pokemon-loving healer" got destroyed in the process

there's so much else to them!! they're headstrong, they're brave, they're determined.... and while inexperienced, they're literally stated to have power on the same level at red's at certain points!!! amarillo is not just a little cinnamon roll or whatever, and i really appreciate being able to remember that via this reread.

i also really love their pacifist streak! i like how they're kind and prefer not to fight not out of naivety or stupidity or cowardice, but as a conscious decision that they make because that is what they want to do. and i think that's really admirable! sticking to ur principles while being informed and everything. and it def leads to a lot of interesting situations where they're able to win without actually attacking, which is cool to see

ok you know me. ive gotta talk about yellow's gender.

i love yellow bcuz they're one of those characters where everyone has different interpretations of them gender-wise but we all sort of agree that they are not cis LOL. those kinds of characters are fun to me

i def can read yellow in different ways, but i personally see them as an afab non-binary person. (tho i dont think they would've had the words for it until later) that's just how they read to me. and im definitely even more attached to this hc now that i myself am trans LOL (not that i wasnt before. you know how it is)

anyways, when it comes to what's actually in the text, i actually like how yellow's gender was handled! i really like the fact that as a reader you go through almost the ENTIRE ARC thinking they're a boy before it's finally revealed. i think that's definitely preferable in this situation to the audience knowing from the start.

not only does it come as a surprise (i mean. if it's your first time reading obviously lol) but it sort of asks you as a reader to inspect your own perceptions of characters when it comes to their gender, esp probably when this came out. how does your perception of amarillo change once you find out they're actually a girl? should it change? idk i just find that interesting

i also do appreciate that yellow's abilities and personality (at least for this arc) dont change between before and after the reveal. like thats a low bar lol, but i appreciate that they're still shown to be strong in their ways once you know they're a girl, and they also still act the same. again low bar but it would've been easy to treat yellow more like A Girl afterwards so im glad that doesnt happen.

(im a little wary for the future since yamamoto definitely draws yellow more overtly feminine-looking than mato, but lets hope that stays about the same. ok?)

^ while im mentioning that btw. i fucking loveeee how mato draws yellow so much. they're so perfectly androgynous looking it makes me happy :) and again that doesnt change at all after the reveal so yayyyyyyy

but anyways. i also rlly like blaine's reaction to finding out in particular. he asks about it, a little bewildered, and when they request that he not ask about it right now, he obliges and does not bring it up for the rest of the arc! and doesnt treat them any differently! its fucking awesome i love blaine so fucking much guys

amarillo's gender in general was a lot less of a big deal than i remembered/expected it to be? like it really does not matter in the grand scheme of things and i think thats pretty cool ^_^

on the subject of that scene though...

bro im sorry this is not the reaction of a cis girl who's only been caught pretending to a boy 😭 the "dont ask right now" thing i could understand, but this line??? this feels wayyyyy more personal. fym you feel naked without that hat? the hat that hides your ponytail and girlness?? you feel exposed and bad without hiding the fact that you're female? interesting.

like to me. yellow might've had some preexisting feelings, but blue telling them to pretend to be a boy (i'll get to that later) and getting to go around like that was their trans awakening for sure.

but what i find interesting is that despite blue saying that, yellow doesn't... actually ever introduce themself as a boy? like literally not a single time. they hide their ponytail and dont correct people when they refer to them as such (although now that i think about it i actually cant recall if anyone actually calls them a boy or uses he/him for them in their presence, but it probably happens) but never do they actually call THEMSELF a boy or anything like that

like despite blue's instructions, yellow doesn't really pretend to be a boy so much as just go around with their ponytail hidden and have everyone just assume they're a boy. which i find interesting, and its why i so strongly see yellow not as transmasc but as non-binary. they're a "girl" but everyone assumes they're a boy, but yellow themself doesnt ever comment on the matter. truly goals oh my god if i could go around and just have everyone think im a boy even if its technically more complicated than that my life would be blessed. anyway

that's the sort of subtextual reason as to why i view yellow as non-binary, but in terms of my actual hc, this experience is their awakening not because of them getting to be a boy, but rather them getting to not be a girl. and i think once they get to live like that for a little bit that's def what leads them to think about it more and eventually figure all that out :)

ANYWAYS. getting back to the actual text. i wanna quickly talk about the other characters bcuz i really like how everyone was incorporated into this arc

i thought this arc did a great job handling all of the different characters. i like how each of them gets a chance to shine without it feeling too crowded, and it's really cool seeing what everyone's been up to in the 2 years since RGB.

obviously you've got blue leading yellow, green training them, and the whole thing with red (which i'll get to in a little bit), but also the gym leaders (both good and bad), bill, blaine and mewtwo... they all felt important in their own way. no one felt glossed over or anything.

that little peak we get of green's childhood + him teaching that little boy was cool :D i love green so much.

i particularly liked seeing blaine and mewtwo's bond after 2 years of them healing and training together, and the twist of giovanni being the one to let red out of the ice genuinely had me shocked, i did NOT remember that. him showing up at the end to save yellow (and using the same move red beat him with!!!!) was a really cool moment that had me freaking out

the elite four were also really fun (and very intimidating) villains! i like how they each had their own point of intrigue, they never felt like just one unit without their own personalities. lorelei is the one who froze red, bruno was being manipulated, agatha mostly sticks to the shadows but has her past with professor oak, and of course everything with lance. their goal is insane but they really do feel like actual threats so it never feels ridiculous

speaking of lance, he is the PERFECT foil/antagonist for yellow. having them both be from the viridian forest, both with the power to read pokemon's minds and heal them, but with vastly different outlooks on the relationship between people and pokemon is just suchhh a good dynamic

amarillo uses their power for good to help both people and pokemon, while lance uses that same power in pursuit of helping pokemon but via a plan that would've surely only ended up hurting both..... very very good...

i like how the story does sympathize with lance's cause and points out that YES, humanity has problems, and their actions and pollution and everything have hurt many pokemon. but that's not a reason to wipe out ALL humans; it's instead something to try and improve so that both people and pokemon's lives can be improved and they can live in harmony. lance's motivations are noble but obviously the way that he goes about it (attempted global genocide) is uh. not

i also like how its shown near the end that lance's efforts won't just hurt pokemon if he gets his way, but are actively hurting HIS OWN right now. his dragonite was suffering in silence in pursuit of his goal, and thats not to mention all of the trainers opposing him's pokemon who could've gotten seriously injured battling with him. and of course that's not even getting into the fact he FOR SURE killed at least a FEW people in the midst of destroying an entire city. and partially destroying several other cities. noble cause, but bad actions in pursuit of that cause. i always find that kind of thing interesting

rq before i talk about red and yknow. the main plot. i wanna circle back and go on a small tangent about blue because she makes me insane and even though i already said some of this in the tags of a previous post i need to get it out here

this line made me spiral into my years-long sadness about blue and the loss of her childhood and i just. need to talk about it. going ahead and giving the disclaimer that a lot of this stuff was definitely not meant to be that serious (because this story is written by a man who was definitely not thinking about the implications of stuff like this) but the way that it ties into blue's larger backstory makes me want to grab someone by the shirt and shake them violently

blue saying "until you can use the fact that you're a 'woman' as a weapon" is soooooo fucking sad dude. blue is a girl who has been using flirting and her position as a "woman" in the world to her advantage since AT LEAST 11 years old in RGB. literally in order to survive on the street

we can assume (and hope) that nothing bad ever happened to her, thank goodness, but that's still a very dangerous position for a little girl to be putting herself in. and it's always been really sad to me that she's had to learn how to weaponize being a girl from such a young age.

how did she learn that? somehow blue had to learn that she could get her way by flirting with men and making herself look and act as appealing as possible and i really dont want to think about a little blue out on the streets learning to play into the desires of men to survive, something she should NOT have to be dealing with that young. she should be getting to play!! to discover who she is!!

and this is AFTER already getting kidnapped, groomed into being a perfect trainer, and having to basically raise a kid only a few years younger than her in the midst of all that trauma. unintentionally or not, blue is literally like a personification of what it's like to grow up as a girl and how awful it can be and it makes me SO fucking sad.

blue had to grow up far too soon and i feel like this can even be seen in her want to get her own pokedex in RGB. she has had such a hard life and she's only 11 fucking years old (at the time). she's either had to play mother or be an object of desire to make ends meet, OF COURSE her deepest wish and motivation would be just to go on her own pokemon journey like other kids her age!!

so while again i could just chalk up blue telling yellow this to "a man wrote this and it wasnt meant to be that deep", i do genuinely believe blue WOULD say this. because this is what she's had to do to survive and she thinks it's fucking normal!!!

OK. ANYWAYS. SORRY. this chapter is not about blue i just had to rant for a second bcuz she makes me so sad and im not normal about her. let's move on and wrap this up lol

red's disappearance is such a fantastic event to base the story around. i totally forgot that we see him in the very beginning, but i like that all we get is him getting the battle invite, and then it cuts to oak and misty discussing how he's gone missing. (for whatever reason i thought that he was missing for way longer than a month? i guess my child brain just exaggerated that lol)

i feel like not seeing red at all before he goes missing could've been interesting? but i think getting that small glimpse at the beginning is good for reestablishing his character, especially since you've gotta account for people who are just now tuning in.

but anyways, the mystery of what happened to red is really well done. i like how it's really unclear what happened for a long time and even after getting hints like learning he was frozen by the elite four, it's still unclear exactly how he got out, where he went afterwards, why they froze him, etc.

you don't even SEE him in action besides the opening for quite a while, which i reallyyy like. all the information is coming from people OTHER than red, which gives him a really interesting, vaguely "haunting the narrative" type role in the arc as a whole. esp since the protagonist this time is yellow, someone who's only met red once or twice briefly when they were younger and therefore doesn't really know him.

the scene where we finally get to see red and bruno's battle is sooo impactful too. you watch as it starts off normal, as red is able to overcome challenges over and over again like normal, and then in an instant it all goes wrong...

watching red accept that he's not gonna be able to get out of this one by himself and sending pika away to get help.... his sad little smile before he falls..... him struggling on the ground, realizing that it'd be basically impossible for pika to be able to properly communicate with anyone, before he finally succumbs to the ice....

it really does hurt, ESPECIALLY considering his previous role as hero. he always manages to win in the end, but not this time. and his last thoughts before getting frozen are literally him starting to think that it might be hopeless. and reminder that he's literallyyyyy 13 during all of this. lorddddd

LAST THING I WANT TO MENTION

this arc does a reallyyy good job at subtly setting up for GSC. like throughout the arc, blue mentions how she's still working on trying to figure out who kidnapped her as a child; it never becomes relevant during yellow's plot but it keeps it in the back of your mind.

and then of course you get silver's cameo midway through + the direct tease for GSC with him showing up at the end and everything. obviously a very minor part of the chapter overall but it does a great job at keeping this plotline fresh in your mind so that it can be really delved into later. very awesome

AND SPEAKING OF GSC. I HAVE FINALLY FINISHED THIS FUCKING POST oh my god its like 3am. i really did not mean to write this much but i just love pokespe so much and i have thoughts. ok?

ANYWAYS. it's officially time for GSC babey. i was thinking of maybe splitting gold & silver and crystal into two separate arcs? i know they're technically the same arc but this is also the longest arc in the whole series so maybe that would be good.....?

although then "gold & silver" would only be those first two volumes, and i also dont remember if those leave off on a good point.... idk i'll probably just put them all together. "gold & silver reread" and "crystal reread" just look better than "gsc reread" ....... T_T

oh well i'll figure it out tomorrow when i continue onward. it's finally time for SILVER BABEYYYYYYYYYY (and gold and crystal i love them all dearly. but i do have a favorite)

[ebdanon]

we're a different breed of christianity here so easter is tomorrow and she asked what plans we had for lunch. we said we had none aside from visiting my family as tradition some time during the day. and she went off. it was 7pm when she started, it ended at 11. so when she asked what shes done wrong toward me, i said "do you want me to behind with how you've called me a piece of shit, or do you want me to end with how you've caller me a piece or shit?" which left my fil speechless and my mil claiming shes never done that. and my husband butted in about how she's shit talked my family members - dead or alive, who she does and doesnt know, like a phone book. the names she's called my husband. how she keeps cursing everyone (its difficult to translate from my native language but it's basically something like "if ive ever done that i should drop dead right now, or if you dont do this i will drop dead right now, or i swear i have/havent done this on (insert person's) life) which is largely considered a sin here. she's cursed my niece that way so many times since we've been here, swearing on her life. the poor kid's been sick every few weeks. im not saying im superstitious but im a little stitious. she stopped mentioning the niece and started mentioning her own life. a bit later was when the oven door incident happened. i cant not be a little stitious. last night she cursed my husband and i's any future kids me might have, and any kids they might have. shes done that before but my fil never believed it because he wasnt around to hear it, until last night. i spoke up and started talking back and she let completely loose and for the first time my fil heard all the things she'd been saying he didnt believe. they slept in separate rooms after. last night's additions to the spreadsheet include how well i keep fucking my husband over to ruin his life and the relationship he has with his parents because i control him, and my parents control me; that we dont need to involve ourselves in anything theirs, we can go be happy with my parents since we're so happy listening to them; that my shit grandma told my mil how whatever my nice grandma gives her she should throw out because it's likely cursed with a spell; she also made up that the nice one said the same thing about the shit one which is impossible because she's not the one that believes in that kind of bs;

anyway, i was so over it i told her to please keep talking, so i would finally actually start recording her like she accused me of doing, so maybe we can actually make something from the scenarios she makes up in her head. because apparently she sees me as the worst thing in existence, like hitler (i wanted to say the devil but i didnt wanna go into her imaginary witchcraft bs), in charge of directing the movie where everyone is against her. she kept making up more and more things i dont remember half of it tbh, im gonna chat with my husband to jog my memory some time in the next few days. many times in the past, shes left the room claiming she was going to call my parents to ask them to stop giving us instructions. she did that last night, came back waving the phone around and her mask slipped when she noticed the phone was hung up. she got even more upset as to why my mom would hang up. my fil was appalled and grabbed the phone from her. hes the one that likes being in charge of airing dirty laundry to the public (he's shit talked his kids to coworkers so many times, in front of his granddaughter, my niece, that reports to her mom, my sil, who tells us all about it). i got texts from my family asking if im okay and whats happening, everyone was concerned, so i asked my mom what happened. she said my mil called her a bunch of times in a few minutes, screaming about something she couldnt get (im sure she know what that something is but doesnt want to say it) and i asked how many times has my mil done that. she said she didn't really remember. so, many times id guess, each time she threatened to do so maybe. i asked my mom to tell me next time she does that.

mil said she's call my whole family in the morning to let them know how horrible we are, and how we treat her badly. she went downstairs to talk to my sil for a good 15-20mins, and thats when my fil continued berating but not screaming. asking why i didn't follow doctors recommendations from the doctors he recommended. i told him bc the recommendations dont make sense, just as they didnt last year for his son and he was the one to say so. i shared about some horrible experiences with other doctors ive had which shook him. one obgyn told me id never be able to have kids after learning ive been on birth control for almost a decade at that point. she was wrong of course, so i stopped going to her, but her saying that shook me. i got a second opinion. i know fil wants a grandkid so i threw that at him, skipping over the birth control bit because my in laws hate that im on in, side note they also think tampons are unhealthy (what i use). i told him it doesnt make sense to take meds if the doc seems incompetent to ME, and i have no medical experience. you dont look at a young healthy thin person and throw beta blockers because of high blood pressure that miraculously goes down on its own after a few hours. especially since i was under observation at the hospital the first few times and they administered them to me and nothing happened. he wasnt listening the whole time and tried twisting some info around but i think my husband and i got through to him. she came back and continued screaming, calling me names, saying im the same as her sil(the one she claims is a witch) and i kept calmly responding. she asked what gave me the idea she has a problem with me and i listed off all the curses and shit talking, she said im imagining it. started making excuses. how she didnt shit talk my aunt, i misunderstood, she was just upset her son wasnt well. ah, but ive been staring at that spreadsheet for so long i have the quotes memorized. and started shit talking her again. that's the only time i yelled. i screamed "you are doing it right now". i dont scream. im a very quiet person. i had to be quiet growing up with my parents who are similar. the room went quiet when i screamed. and she left.

anyway, woke up today to her screaming at her husband again, she screamed at him last night too because he wasn't on her side after we talked to him while she was downstairs. she called my sil after everything, my sil learned all the issues mil has are actually from my fil. he's the one filling her head with garbage and she's too easy to upset. but they both have different talking points and lie a lot so i find it hard to believe.

i have other notes i forgot to mention throughout all this but i have to go now

<3

im surprised your husband is a normal human being after being raised by those crackpots jesus christ 😭 im glad you’re standing up to them because they sound like absolute nightmares to deal with day to day

also the beef she has with your parents is absolutely crazy

[voidselfshipp]

The Real Story

Cw: DC cannon violence, mentions of sexism. cassandra is a teen and she gets a gun at some point but its just a quick scene. Lmk if I missed anything

Summary: I rewrite birds of prey to fit my s/I. This is an idea that my friend tex gave me.

->Only mutuals allowed to reblog.

♡lovely taglist: @sugar-and-pearls @malewifehenrycooldown @mercuryships

Now, we've all heard my story in my own movie (yay!) But im a little bummed out that the writers skipped a big person in my story

i mean seriously! She was right there with me, how didnt they realize there was someone they forgot?!

anyway. After I blew up that chemical factory, I got the wonderfull news that my friend Rick Flag was alive! So I did what anyone would do and took a taxi to his house

it was more colorful than I remember, now the garden had flowers and a few fruit trees

the mailbox had sunflowers painted all over it, and on the side it read "Flag & Sunblaze". Weird...

_i knocked on the door and Rick opened it. I was overjoyed!_

--Rick!-- Harley exclaimed hugging her friend tight, still under the effects of the alcohol.

--Harley! Good to see you-- Rick replied with a smile, pulling away from the hug a little-- come in, there's Someone I'd like you to meet

She steps inside and looks around-- I remember this place being a little emptier than it is now...-- her eyes scan over a particular mural.

Now. I wasnt expecting the sheer size of the painting! It covered the whole wall! I could tell one of the people in it was Rick...but the other...?

--Harley, This is jerico-- Rick said snapping her out of her trance-- my girlfriend

Harley Turned around to face her friend and his companion.

girlfriend?! Since when does he have a girlfriend? I knew things with Dr.Moone didnt work out but WOW!

and she was Real beautiful, mind you. She had Brown hair that was loose, very short, reaching maybe three inches under her earlobe, bobcut and longer towards the front. Big green eyes, and thin lips curled into a smile

--,Oh my! Pleasure to meet you! Im Harleen!-- she shakes the other woman's hand-- oh youre beautiful!

Her cheeks get Pink and Rick has to squash the tiniest bit of jealousy, Rolling his eyes.-- why,thank you!. Nice to meet you Harleen!

--oh, but you can call me Harley! How did you two meet? How are you alive! Oh theres so much to catch up to! -- she exclaimed.

--Rick, dear why dont you update Harley, ill go make some tea

--Alright, Darlin'-- he hugs his partner's waist and kisses her briefly, her hands on his chest.

Both look at eachother for a moment with half lidded lovesick eyes, to then part.

Rick followed jerico with his eyes, smiling fondly.

--I can already tell you two are such a healthy couple! Now tell me everything!-- Harley exclaimed taking his Friends hand and manhandling Him to the couch.

_Ricky told me everythin'! How Jerico nursed Him back to health, how they fell in love and moved in here. Such a love story!_

_i told him I blew up the chemical factory, and in true Rick Flag fashion,he was...concerned to be the least_

--Harley...-- Rick said sternly-- you realize what you just done?

--Nope!-- Harley exclaimed-- I mean yes, I let everyone know that I broke up with Mr.J

--Exactly! Youre in danger! People could come up after you!-- he added.

--Ah ill be fine Ricky!-- Harley dismissed.

--I dont think you Will...-- suddenly he grips his chest and winces.

--are you okay?!-- jeri exclaimed examining Him.

--'m alright, sweetpea. Just a ghost pain...-- he explained, putting a hand on her cheek, caressing it Gently.

_I wish I had a relationshipp like theirs. There was something so pure about the way that Rick held jerico's cheek, and the way she looked at him with worry in her eyes. As if he was her whole world_

--Go to the doctor tomorrow-- she pleaded.

--I Will, dont worry-- he reassured, to then turn to Harley-- I dont think its a good idea you stay by yourself..., jerico go with her

--I- what?! Im not gonna leave you alone!-- she said loudly-- what if something happends? What if you need help and im not here?

--I survived worse

--That doesnt help

Rick chuckled, holding her cheeks, caressing them with his thumbs-- Darlin' Harley is a good friend of mine and I cant Keep her safe...so please Keep her safe for me

--If anything...and I mean anything happends...

--Ill call you, dont worry-- he kissed her again, gently.

Harley could only stare at the situation infront of her, she wanted to coo but that would ruin the moment.

She watched jerico kiss back and say-- ill go pack some things up

--Well I'm more than okay with her coming along!-- the other woman said-- we'll have a girls night and you can tell me all the details that your Man might have skipped

Rick looked at jerico like "dont tell her anything..." and jerico looked at him like "im gonna tell her EVERYTHING"

--im startin' to think this was a bad idea-- he teased.

--Suck it up, flag-- jeri replied going upstairs to pack some things.

Once she leaves, harleen smiles and adds-- you got yourself a big catch

--dunno how I did it-- Rick admitted-- I love her

--She looks like she loves you too-- she said.

Soon after jerico was all ready. She said goodbye to her boyfriend with a long kiss and a hug-- eat your breakfast, take it easy, go to the doctor, thats an order, Colonel

--yes ma'am-- Rick replied.

--g'bye

and so she drove me back home in her cool sports motorcycle

we chatted for a little while, before I pass out on the couch, I let her take the bed because im a good host!

next morning I went to get a Cheese Sandwich from sal! And you know what happens, people chase me and I run for my life!

after rescuing that kid Cassandra and robbing a grocery store we returned home!

--Ah cassandra! Mean Jerico shes the girlfriend of a good friend of mine!

--Nice to meet you, Cassandra, uhm why is this kid here?-- Jerico asked

--,She Ate that diamond I told you about, now we are here and we brought food!

--You stole it-- jeri clarified.

--buy, stole, same thing!--The other woman exclaimed.

_we ate some cereal while we watched cartoons, Jerico kept lookin' at her phone so I had to ask_

--Did Ricky go to the doctor?, you Keep checking his messages?

--Yeah he did...just a ghost pain but I worry...he overdos it and im worried-- she explained, retuning to her home screen, the background is a photo of Rick and her on the coltomaltes beach with the golden hour at full Bloom.

--Nice picture-- Harley complimented-- where'd ya take it?

--Coltomatese, before we left...-- she replied fondly.

--You two look happy

--We are

Harleen pats her Friends back-- relax! I bet Rick is having a jolly ol time. Hes probably eating breakfast and watching those awful military movies he likes so much!

Jerico laughed-- he probably is!

after doc had betrayed us I was decided to turn over Cassandra to Sion. Jerico was not on board which led to a mini argument. Our first friend argument! This is exciting!

--Doc is right..bussiness is bussiness-- Harley said decidedly.

--Wait! Youre not gonna turn her over right?! Harley Sion Will kill her...-- jerico said taking her shoulder.

--I lost everything! My house! My hyena is lost somewhere in this city! -- the other woman yelled with tears in her eyes-- you have a home and a boyfriend! You dont know what its like to loose everything!

Jeri sighed inwardly-- that doesnt justify handing her over!

--I dont care! Dont get in my way jerico!, dont wanna hurtcha...

Jerico looked at Harley, face serious and her stance getting low-- Harley...I warn you

Suddenly, jeri's phone rings, she sighs and looks at the contact. Rick-- dont move!-- she warns and picks up the phone-- darling?

--hey babe, I was wonderin' if you would come over for dinner? Bring Harley along?-- Rick asked Gently, easing her adrenaline, slowly melting at her boyfriend's voice.

--We are a bit of a shitstorm...Everyone is looking for her and the kid I told you about when you were at the hospital...-- she Turned around and Harley started to run with cassandra.

--Jerico! Help!-- the kid shouted.

--Motherf- babe I gotta go...Harley Will give the kid to sion and-

--Its alright baby, you go. Ill be waitin' for you-- he reassured.

--love you too!-- jeri said before ending the call and running after Harley.

Meanwhile, Rick sighed as he looked at the half made dinner and the small black Velvet box on the kitchen counter. -- goddamnit, Harley!

Jerico chased after harleen and the kid on her motorcycle, sunny had given her the location.

Amusement mile, Booby trap.

She had teamed up with Renee, and both entered the hideout And charged towards Harley.

now not gonna lie, jerico knew how to fight. She kicked my ass, guess Ricky teached her how to tango

and yeah she might have lost it when I threw the cop outta the Window...

--Harley what the fuck?!-- Jerico yelled.

--You want some of this ?-- Harley asked.

--Youre crazy

--But you love it!

Jerico looked torn between the kid and rene, but ultimately, knowing back up was on the way, she went after rene,jumping from the Window and catching the other woman mid air, floating as she flies-- you okay?

--Yes-- renee said-- thanks

She settled her on the ceiling of a nearby building-- no worries...

Honestly its good Jerico is the sensible one here, when all us where reunited after killin' that bastard Sas, things were a bit of a mess

--Alright everyone. Calm down...-- jerico said, putting her hands infront of her, signaling to everyone to put down their weapons.

--And who the fuck are you?-- Dinah asked turning to a woman with a crossbow.

--Go get the kid-- Renee ordered.

--yeah, ill go get the kid -- dinah agreed going to unite Cassandra.

now cass had picked up a gun and things were getting Real

--No I dont think so...-- jericó said, and sunny came in flying, snatching the gun away from cassandra.

and guess what! Sionis decided to bring a whole army! And so off we went to kick ass and save the kid

honestly I dont know what Ricky has been teaching Jerico but Man can she kick some serious ass!

i swear If Ricky doesnt Marry this chick...

i of course had to record her ass kicking, Rick Will love this!

--Youll touch the kid over my dead body!-- jerico yelled, hitting a bad guy with her bo staff, first in the stomach,to then hook the end of the staff behind the guys knee and making him fall.

As the final blow, she hits the side of his head, knocking Him out.

--If Rick saw ya now he would be all hot'n' bothered!-- Harley yelled from behind her.

--Ha! He would! -- she agreed-- suns alive! you fuckers couldnt get uglier masks?!

i see what Rick saw in her, shes Smart, witty, funny,beautiful...

her eyes filled with anger and a heart full of courage, she took down guy after guy swiftly

--yeah youre all big tough scary men going after us sionis YOU SEXIST ASSHOLE!--She yelled hitting a bad guy Straight in his privates to then hit his forehead with the staff, knocking him out.

with jerico close behind me we chase after the car that has Cass, her hair swaying with the extent of her power

--Rick is waiting for me with dinner, he said to invite you over...id hate to leave him stood up-- jerico said.

--If we survive this ill go! Ricks Food is very good!--Harley exclaimed-- sorry for all of this...

--lets handle this first and then you can apologize

--Yes ma'am!

when we had finally rescued the kid, sionis was laying on the docks, backing away as a very angry jerico conjured something. The ball of light in her right pam. twirled as she moved her hands, her power arched around her like electricity in a Tesla Coil and the surface of the sun with wide arches around her neck and shoulders

--youre a disgusting, sexist, gross criminal...youre the worst of the worst...and as such you only deserve the worst--jerico growled-- this is a little something an ex of mine taught me...

and then she started to chant somethin'

--Suns alive, burning in the dark

Open the deepest pits

Let the beast feast.

May his soul burn in eternal Agony

With pain and suffering

He inflicted upon the living

Open the pits

Beast, feast upon this wretched being-- she crouches and puts the orb against sionis chest, who writhes and screams in pain as he slowly becomes charred charcoal.

Once he was dead and gone, she stands up, cleaning her hands, before kicking the charcoal head in-- thanks for teaching me that one, John

Harley noticed jeri play with some sort of ring thats dangling from a chain around her neck-- is the kid alright?

--she is-- Harley confirmed-- where did you learn that

--Oh a lovely ex of mine!, John Constantine, what a softie-- she reminisced-- lets get outta here..

and we went toget tacos afterwards! The kid finally got the diamond out of her and after making fun of her for a bit we resumed to what we were doing!

--Dont wanna say anything but I think Rick wants to propose to me!-- Jerico exclaimed.

--No way! Thats great-- dinah said-- about time he put a ring on it, youre one badass woman

--Very pretty too-- huntress added.

--I second that!-- Harley agreed.

and just when we were about to leave, jerico stops me, I look at her and she gives me one of her sunshine filled smiles

--Harls,wait-- jeri said gently-- you did things right by the kid, and me, we're good

--Thats good, Ill go change...I know we have that dinner with Ricky and I wanna look presentable..-- Harley sounded...sad and upset.

Jeri cups her cheek and smiles-- hey now, theres a reason he invited you

--You should be with Rick-- Harley whined, taking the hand on her cheek.

--Maybe I want you too, ever thought of that?

--Why would you?

--Because youre unhinged, and chaotic, funny, you made an effort to change...why wouldnt I be with you?

Harley smiled and leaned closer-- youre sure he wont mind?

--Ah as if he didnt saw this one coming

Jerico kisses Harley, hugging her neck, and Harley hugs her waist.

They press their foreheads toghether and smile.

--See you at dinner

--See you at dinner

Ya had to see Rick's face when the whole team of girls showed up, he was prepared of course and made dinner for all of us! But his face was priceless

he was dressed nice, for once. And his jaw dropped when he saw Jerico

a beautiful flowy yellow dress fell right above her ankles, her sun earrings and her short hair swaying in the night breeze, lips glossy and shiny. Honestly I dont get how he didnt pop the question right then and there

we all sat to eat and catched Rick up with everything that happend, he was flabbergasted and kept looking at jerico like "you allowed this to happen?!"

--Ah look at your girl kicking ass-- Harley said showing him the video she took of jerico kicking ass in the booby trap house.

Something in Rick had changed, a switch flipped.

He cleared his throat, looking at the empty plates of food eaten.

--Well, I guess that does it-- he stands up and kneels infront of jerico.

The people present gasp, jeri looks in awe and out of her depth.

--Jerico, darlin' since I met you I felt this connection to you, and after movin' in and spendin' more time with you I realized...youre the woman I wanna spend my whole life with

Youre my lucky star and my sun in the darkness... I love you

And I promise ill be with you when you need me, always. Just like when you were for me .

Jerico. Will you Marry me?

Jerico nodded, covering her mouth with her right hand as Rick slipped the beautiful ring on her ring finger.

He hugged her, holding her by the biceps And pressing their bodies together, he kept muttering "I love you, I love you so much" and in reply he would get a "I love you too. I love you so much too"

The other women clap and cheer, and after jerico and Rick share a quick but passionate kiss, music invades the house.

Jeri danced with Harley laughing and smiling, Rick sits back looking at his partner.

--Shes one hell of a woman-- Dinah said.

--She is-- Rick agreed.

--You better treat her right

-- I try to do that every single Day of my life

--go dance with her Man!-- as Dinah says this he pushes him towards her and her voice powers give him an extra boost.

Harley lets go and he stumbles on jerico, who holds him with worry on her face before he smiles reassuringly and dances with her.

The other women leave to the front garden and peak through one of the Windows.

--I love you-- Rick mutters with pure adoration in his voice, pulling her to his chest after twirling her.

--I love you too-- jeri replied pressing her forehead against his.

They both danced alone for a little while before everyone came back in.

Thar same night, whime Rick was sleeping, Harley and Jerico sit in the roof, as the later explains what and who she is.

--So you were born from one of those?-- harleen asked.

--Yep

--And you travel through dimentions?

--Yes

--Cool-- she concluded-- hey ive been meanin' to ask you, whose rings that?

--Thats Jhons, my previous partner,he was a sorcerer but everyone dies in the end, I carry a piece of his soul with me here-- jerico taps the ring.

--Flag knows?

--Hes fine with it, are you?

--Im fine. I think thats a very cute thing to do for your ex hubby. Was he handsome?

--Very

--Rich?

--Kinda...

--Was he nice?

--To me? Yes. To the rest? Nope

Harley chuckles and hugs her, giving her a soft gentle kiss, the other woman kissed back and caressed her girlfriend's cheek.

and thats the actual story. We're living happily ever after, and yes. Im still commiting crime much to Rick's dismay and jeri's amusement

[inv3ntory]

broken

you just so happen to be inside of casita when it falls.

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camilo x gender neutral (they/them) reader

warnings: you die (bcus i'm a lil bitch >:D sorry abt that i needed sadness), mention of blood a couple times

storyline doesnt exactly match up, because ofc, its a fanfiction.

——

you were inside of casita as it fell.

you had been with camilo in his room for quite a while, over to hang out with your favourite person on the planet. at some point, he'd left to go get you both something to drink. leaving you in his room alone to do nothing but wait for him to come back.

for thr first few minutes of being alone, you werent concerned at all. you thought it off as him just getting caught up talking to family, as he did regularily. then, you started to hear some.. particularily off noises.

at first, you tried to wait it out until camilo got back, and then you heard the yelling. you could tell it was his abuela. you didnt want to intrude, as it wasnt your place to snoop or stop conflict in a family you werent exactly apart of, but then you heard the cracks. something was very wrong. the yelling stopped, but soon turned into panicked yells.

you lifted yourself off of camilos bed, where you had been sitting, to investigate, and a sort of panic beginning to fill you. when you got to the door and opened it, even just the inch you had gotten it open, you could see it was chaos. pieces of the house were falling, camilos family was being rushed out the door..

oh god, you had to get out, didnt you?

camilo saw his door was being slowly opened as he was running to get to the candle. "y/n! you need to get out!" he was out of breath, his voice panicky. you tried to push the door open more, but a piece of the houses roof fell, pushing the door back, leaving only a couple inches of space.

you jumped back from the sudden pressure against the door and sheilded your head after a second, you deemed it safe, and tried to squeeze through with no luck. you turned around, and camilos room was falling behind you. you shoved the door with your arm as hard as you could, moving it barely a quarter of an inch each time.

"i cant— i cant—!" you yelled out, trying to get anyones attention.

"casita! go help—w-ah–!" camilo tried to send casita your way, but was cut off. you couldnt see by what, but you heard him let out a shout that travelled down, he'd fallen.

"camilo‽" you nearly screamed in panic.

"casita, y/n! help them." you heard his voice faintly. then, you heard tiles clicking downstairs. "no! not me! not— help y/n! y/n!" his previously quiet voice turned into a shout, which was carried away from you as the tiles moved him out of the house.

you tried bodyslamming the door again to no avail.

as the dust began to settle, the first thing camilo did was look around. he needed to see if you were there.

you werent.

his heart picking up speed again, he ran into the barely calmed house to find you. he was back within the broken walls before anyone could even see that he was safe.

"y/n!" he screamed amongst the dusty air. he'd barely looked twice at mirabel, but from what he saw, she was safe, so he kept looking. "y/n!"

he ran.

he was running, checking under everything in his sight, between anything, around everything. nothing. and, oh god, he couldnt let his panic take over now. not when he couldnt find you. he couldnt lose hope. he had to keep looking.

he ignored the calls of his name, everyone telling him to step back out and that it was still dangerous. he couldnt even comprehend the number of fucks he didnt give, because he needed to find you.

he found evidence of you. something he'd been dreading. the fabric of the clothes you'd been wearing was sticking out from a rock just under where camilos door had been.

no.

no, this isnt real.

that blood isnt theirs.

he looked around the other side of the rock, and.. he nearly passed out. he had to hold onto the concrete rock to stop himself.

no..

it was you. you in all your glory. your red, half-under-a-giant-rock glory.

he tried to lift the fallen piece of casita. he wasnt strong enough, but he couldnt just... give up. he was straining himself, trying to stop the inevitable flow of tears while pushing the rock that hadnt even moved even a little bit yet.

he couldnt look at you again. "you're gonna be okay, y/n." he said quietly, trying to convince himself of just that. "l– luisa! someone– someone help!" he pushed once more as hard as he could before resting weakly against the big rock. he was out of breath.

luisa. yes, he could become luisa.

...

why.. why wasnt he becoming luisa?..

he needed to be someone else, someone stronger. he was useless as himself. why was he shifting‽ he felt the tears begin to fall past the dam he'd built.

useless. he pushed the rock. nothing.

useless.. he pushed the rock harder. nothing.

useless! he punched the rock and collapsed to his knees in pain, clutching his fist in his other hand.

y/n needed help. he needed to help them. what was wrong with him‽ he couldnt shift into anyone useful, he couldnt even get himself to calm down enough to see through the blur that was his tears.. he blinked once, looked over to where you lay half beneath the rock. he barely felt the dehabilitating pain of his fist anymore. he blinked again as tears filled his eyes and reached forward to grab your hand.

it was cold, but he didnt want to admit that.

"camilo!" the call of his name from somewhere behind him was enough to send him out of the dazed state he found himself in. it was enough to remind him how he, the camilo in question, had completely failed to protect you, or even just help you. he weakly crawled next to you and leaned into your body, flat on the ground beside him.

he began to cry. it was strained, still trying to compose himself and feed into the lies of 'they're still alive, they're okay', but it just wasnt working. he could feel how cold your hand had gone. your hand never even reach this temperature during the colder seasons of encanto.

his mothers arms around him went unnoticed by the steadily increasingly numb boy. he held tightly onto you, afraid to let go. he didnt care if he got blood on him, he didnt care if it stained. he just wanted you. he wanted to hear you tell him you were okay, he wanted you to hold him back. he needed you. he would give anything even just feel your hand move against his own once more.

"i'm so sorry.. i'm so sorry, mi amor.." he sobbed, choking on his words. he was whispering, and he barely noticed he was even speaking. "lo siento, y/n. despertarse.. por favor, wake up– te amo.." he spoke through tears and clenched teeth. pepas loving touch couldnt comfort him right now.

his family piled around him, watching the poor boy break down right in front of them. nothing they could do would help. nothing would bring you back.

[hwangsies]

just the two of us

pairing: idol!lee minho × idol!f reader

warnings: smut as in, masturbation (f), softdom!minho (?), choking, thigh riding, somewhat denied orgasm i guess lol, swearing and bad descriptions of dancing

wc: idk maybe 2k?

enjoy <3

-

"hi guys, im on my way to the jyp building right now" you speak into the vlogging camera.

"...where i'm meeting stray kids lee know sunbaenim to study a choreography for us to perform at the upcoming awardshow" you smile into the camera, holding a thumbs up as you try to conceal your nervousness.

You know that the vlog isnt going to be released until after the show so you dont have to worry about spoiling anything.

"I'll see you guys later" you wave into the camera before handing it back to your manager who lets you know that you'll be there in about 10 minutes.

The only thing you're worried about is meeting a certain very handsome main dancer you may or may not have been biasing since his debut, which was about six months before your group had theirs.

So naturally, when your group grew big with you as their maindancer, and the organizers of the awardshow suggested that you and minho get together for a collaboration stage, you freaked.

Once you pull up to the jyp building, you can make out dispatch paparazzi and roll your eyes.

Your manager just reminds you to ignore them before getting out and opening the door for you.

Quickly you grab your bag and pull your jackets hood over your head.

They start calling your name but you and your team are quick to be inside of the building.

The nice woman behind the front desk gives your manager acsess cards as you look around to see the young camera woman on your team is already pointing the vlog camera on you so you wave into the camera.

Outside you see a crowd of fans also waving and pointing their phones at you through the large glass windows so you also wave back at them; laughing when one of them sends you a flying kiss, so you send one back.

"lets go y/n" your manager speaks to you, and you nod, waving goodbye to the fans before disappearing from their eyes as you step into an elevator.

Inside the elevator you check yourself out in the large mirror, pulling back your hood and smoothing out your hair.

"how do i look?" You ask your manager at which she grins "you look good, relax"

You sigh and nod, clearing your throat as to avoid a voice crack later.

When the elevator doors open, you see the famous dance practice rooms, that are named after big musicians on each side of the hall.

The door to the Madonna room is open and your manager leads the way.

Once you walk in you see another camera pointed at you, minho is standing in the middle of the room.

He as well has a camera pointed at him, he smiles when you lock eyes and bows.

You bow back when he walks towards you; extending his hand, you shake it.

"I'm Minho, nice to meet you" he smiles, he looks even better in person you think.

He's wearing light makeup but you can see that his skin is smooth underneath and his eyes seem even bigger and spraklier in person.

"Y/n, hi, nice to meet you" you bow again, partly to hide your blushing face.

After a minute of somewhat awkward smalltalk you hand your jacket and bag to your manager and the choreographer positions the two of you.

You had already memorized your part of the dance from the video he sent you and minho (you're assuming), now you just had to practice it together.

He makes you stretch to warm up before starting the music to see how much the two of you know of the dance.

Everything goes smoothly and the choreographer praises the both of you.

"lets go ahead and try the lift, im assuming you didnt practice that yet?" He asks.

"no" minho shakes his head, you do as well.

"okay minho, you hold her here" he takes minhos hand and places it on your waist.

"and on the inner thigh so you can spin her better" he explains, your mind starts running though.

What if he feels your inner thigh fat, or even worse, what if you sweat excessively and he slips and drops you.

Your thoughts get disrupted when minho carefully wraps his arm around you to grap onto your thigh.

"is that okay?" He asks from behind you, the little hairs on your neck rising.

"yea" you nod.

"okay, on my count" the choreographer speaks up "one, two..three and up!"

You tense your body when you feel him lifting you, your arms raise on their own accord, legs stiffening to create an aesthetic sillouette.

"very nice" the choreographer claps after minho lets you back down.

"lets take a break" one of the jyp staff members announces.

"you were great" you feel minhos hand graze your arm, your head whips around.

"oh, thank you" you smile sheepishly "so were you" earning a grin from him.

"thanks" he nods, grabbing a bottle of water before giving you one as well.

"thanks" you say, opening it and taking a few sips.

He watches you for a second before doing the same.

"hey, you guys" a young jyp staff woman comes up to you "we're gonna do a little sit down q&a moment, to give the fans some more interaction alright?" she explains, leading you guys to sitdown on the large sofa in the back of the room.

She moves back behind the cameras "so we're gonna be really casual okay? Im gonna throw in some questions and you just answer them"

You and minho nod, looking at each other before looking back at her.

"okay, so have you ever met before?"

"uh- well" you look at minho, he nods, encouraging you to talk "we've seen eachother at music shows, when we were with our members but we never talked" you say.

Minho nods.

"What did you think when you heard of this collaboration?"

Minho starts "i was excited because i think y/n has great stage presence and is a very talented dancer, so i think i could learn a thing or two from her"

"oh, thank you" you huff, surpressing a giggle as you bow slightly.

"What about you, y/n?"

"Uhm- well i was a little scared to be honest because he's really talented himself" you look over at him, so see he's smiling onto the ground "but also because i've been a fan of his since skz debuted so..."

"really?"

-

After coming back to the dorm and your members pressing you for every detail of what it was like to meet him and dance with him, you hop straight in the shower.

The warm water prickles at your face before you turn around, letting it run down your back.

You cant stop thinking about the feeling of his hands on your body, they were so strong and warm.

Or the one part of the chorepgraphy where you grind back into him and feel his muscular thighs flexed against the back of your own.

Not to mention his pretty smile and plump rosy lips, you would bet everything that he's a phenomenal kisser.

Your hand is trailing down your body as you imagine it was his, gently running over your mound before dipping into your folds.

A whimper slips past your lips out of frustration, its been way to long since someone had his way with you.

The idol life doesnt always leave time for that, but you can imagine what it would be like if you let minho have his way with you.

Your fingers start rubbing cirlces into your clit as you imagine him being the one to do it to you; kissing down your neck with his plump lips before toying at your nipples with his tongue.

You feel the way your belly tightens when you tink about how he would talk dirty; you dont know what would turn you on more, him calling you a good girl or a filthy little slut.

Would he let you cum right now or drag it out so your could cum around his cock? Damn you bet he has a gorgeous cock, everything on that man has got to be perfect.

And the way his dancer hips would snap into you would definetly be the thing to push you over the edge.

Your head rolls back and you bite your lip as to not let out a sound when your orgasm finally hits.

Your legs quiver a little when you ride out your high.

It wasnt the most earthshattering orgasm you've ever experienced but it did its job in satisfying you a little.

Clean and dry again, you let yourself fall onto your bed, sighing before you climb underneath your sheets.

Grabbing your phone from your nighstand, you see a message from an unknown number pop up.

unknown number : hey y/n -received at 9:56 pm

unknown number : its minho :) -received at 9:57 pm

Your heart skips a beat when the second one pops up, slowly you slide the message and land in the chat.

Whats a cool way to say hi back? hey?....no

sup? oh hell no

hiii....definetly not.

you: hi :) -sent at 9:58 pm

Good one, y/n.

you: how did you get my number? -sent at 9:58 pm

minho : my manager pulled a few strings lol, how are u? -received at 10:00 pm

you : im fine, a little tired ,hbu? -sent at 10:00 pm

Shit, yea go ahed y/n be the driest texter in the world no biggie, its not like this is lee minho.

minho: aww practice was to hard? lol im feeling fine -received at 10:01 pm

minho: jkjk lol the real reason im texting you is to ask if you want to meet up again -received at 10:02

Excuse me?

minho: yk, to practice but without all the cameras and people -received at 10:02

Okay, y/n calm down, dont answer yet. Dont make him think you're desperate to meet him again even though you are.

you: yea, sure. when are you free? -sent at 10:05

Very chill, nice job.

minho: im actually off the day after tomorrow, hbu? -received at 10:06 pm

you: i can make that work in the evening -sent at 10:06 pm

And there goes not looking desperate.

minho: nice, meet me here around 6 then? -received at 10:08 pm

minho has shared a location

minho: its an old dance studio, i know the owner :) -recieved at 10:08 pm

you: alright, see you then :) -sent at 10:09 pm

minho: good night y/n :) -sent at 10:09 pm

Do you send a good night back?...no, that would be too much...right?

You sigh and drop your phone next to you on your bed, your fists rubbing at your eyes.

There is no way you'll be able to sleep the next two nights.

-

It has been getting warmer recently, so you are surprised when the weather turns its back on you and suddenly blows icy wind against your face.

And you thought you had chosen wisely when only putting on a hoodie over your shirt.

You check your phone to see that you arrived at minhos sent location, yet there is no dance studio in sight.

Shivering, you turn around to search for signs on doors when you hear the door behind you opening.

"hey, in here" minho grins when you stumble around.

You look up at the building and look down at him.

"hi" you smile, somewhaþ confusedly.

"come in" he holds the door open for you.

"this building looks like its gonna get torn down soon" you say, still shivering a little as you look at minho, who's only sporting grey sweatpants and a black tshirt.

"it is" minho nods, looking around "sadly, i love coming here" he adds before looking back at you.

"still cold?" he asks, approaching you before rubbing over your arms with his hands.

"ye-huh" you interrupt yourself, gulping harshly when his cologne creeps up your nose.

He grins "better?" You nod, forcing a smile "yea, thanks"

An hour later, you are deeply immersed in the dance when you stumble at the same spot again, for the nth time.

"fuck" you aggrevatedly run your hand through your hair, angry at yourself for not getting this turn down the way it should look.

"I'm sorry, im usually not this bad i j-"

"you're not bad y/n" minho giggles, shaking his head "its alright, sometimes a move just doesnt work at first"

You huff out some air "im just nervous" you shake your head "i've never done a stage like this and i dont want to disappoint people"

"its normal to be nervous" minho stops the music before coming up behind you "just dont let it overpower the fun part"

He moves some hair from your shoulder "plus its just the two of us right now, and you cant disappoint me" he smiles softly, heat rushing to your cheeks.

"try positioning your hips..." he places his hands on your hips before gently rotating them to the left "... more like this before turning" he explains ,eyes locking in the mirror.

For a second, the only thing you can hear is your own heartbeat as his hands move up a little and linger on the exposed skin of your waist.

"okay" you breathe "lets try it from the top"

"yea?"

"yea" you nod.

The music starts again and your body takes over for you, you kick and jump and turn.

Minho lifts you like its nothing and before you know it, you do the turn exactly like you're supposed to.

The music stops and your breathing fills the silence before the euphoria of getting every single step down perfectly reaches your brain.

You squeal excitedly and clap before falling into minhos arms.

He stiffens at your touch and you immediately let go "i- i'm sorry- i dont know why-"

Suddenly, he lounges forwards and presses his plush lips against yours.

It takes you a second to register whats happening, but when his hands encase your waist, you sling your arms around his neck to pull him even closer.

An approving moan tears from minhos throat before he backs you up untill you feel the cold mirror pressed against your back.

You part your lips and let his tongue roll against yours , his hands roaming over your body.

Everything his happening so fast you cant track where they're going, first they're at your ass then one of them squeezes at your boob; and now it trails up your neck and wraps itself around it as he kisses down the other side.

You feel like your nerve endings are on fire everywhere his hands and lips wander, your eyes fluttering shut as you moan out his name.

He nips at your collarbone before coming back to your lips "i've wanted to do this since the second i saw you" his hand around your neck tightens protectively and you feel yourself clench.

"me too" you whisper before he crashes his lips to yours again, your hand tightening in his thick brown hair as the other clings to his shoulder.

A firm thigh lodges itself between your legs and you feel brave so you roll your hips into it. The ache thats building up in your clit, getting released a little.

Shamelessly you whimper against his lips.

He sucks your bottom lip inbetween his before breaking the kiss again, looking down at your ministrations.

"dirty girl" he grins, releasing your neck and placing both hands on your hips and helping you grind against his thigh.

Your head falls back against the mirror when the fabric of your cotton thong gets rubbed against your clit in just the right way. An almost pornographic moan leaves your lips, "fuck" you whine, locking eyes with minho again.

"god i wanna do so many bad things to you" he grunts, at which you swear you gushed a little more into your panties.

You see his cock straining through the flattering grey sweat material, your hand wandering towards it but he catches it.

"cum on my thigh and you'll get it" he promises, grinning when another high pitched moan spills from your pretty lips.

A sudden loud ringing makes you flinch, and minhos head whips around before removing himself from you.

"wha-?" you mumble confusedly.

He takes his phone and answers the incoming call.

"Hi, hyung" he speaks, turning around "i went for a run, yea-sorry...yea okay...okay bye" he hangs up.

"Who-?" you attempt to speak but your mind is still fuzzy as he throws his backpack over his shoulder and grabs his sweater before coming back to you.

"My manager" he says, taking your hand "i have to go"

"Oh-"

"I'm sorry" he kisses your lips "you want me to take you to your dorm?"

"No- no i dont want you to get in trouble" you shake your head.

"Sure?" He tilts his head.

"Yea, of course, im good" you nod, a smile tugging at your lips because he looks really cute with his messed up hair and puffy lips.

"Here" he gives you his sweater "im sure its colder now"

"you'll get cold though" you hold it up.

"nah, i'm hot blooded" he quips, leaning down to lock lips again.

More lingering this time, you feel you stomach churn with butterflies when he moves to your cheek.

"i'm not finished with you" he whispers into your ear, winking before walking out the door.

-

a/n: ik im supposed to be writing zephyr but this popped in my head and wrote itself so easily i was like👁👄👁 anyways hope u liked it🥰 not proofread so i just know there are thousands of spelling errors in there😍😍

[moon-child-cypher]

Just Breathe ( Jung Hoseok x Reader)

Word count 1623

Warnings: Angst, mentions of death, pain and mourning

I had posted this on another account of mine months ago, but with all my WIP and me revamping this one shot i decided to create something just for writing. Constructive criticism welcome. Please feel free to interact

  She had only heard stories, on occasion read the news stories of first hand accounts and they had all shared the fact that the feeling would be indescribable . It sounded so bizarre at the time, especially for someone who didnt believe in such things, but one thing that had always stood out to her was it being described as something like unbearable pain.It always silently echoed in the back of her head and stuck with her.

 That's how she knew when she collapsed at work that her soulmate had died. It wasnt painful, it was worse, it was unbearable and knocked the wind out of her. It was like someone had ripped her lungs out and replaced them with an empty void that was full of everything ugly in the world. She had denied even the existence of soul mates even as her friends had found theirs one by one , but now she couldnt deny it. She had a soulmate and they were dead. Taken away before she came to terms with their existence, much less even met them. She tried to say something, anything ,but everything came out as screaming sobs until her throat was sore and all she could do then was curl herself in a fetal position while her coworkers had called an ambulance .

 She wasn’t sure if she had passed out or if she had just gone in shock because when she became aware again she was in a sterile hospital room. It was’nt the same as waking up, it was like she blinked and decided to reconnect with reality again ,and it hurt. She wanted to go home, lay in bed and unload her day and her feelings on her room mate , Hoseok. He wouldnt replace her soulmate, he wouldnt heal this new dark, painful feeling growing in your lungs, but you were sure he would make it bearable. That with him by your side you were still a whole person who  still and a whole life to live.

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 The subway home ride you had almost convinced yourself everything was fine. You had demanded to be discharged while nurses argued with you that you needed to rest. You had to get away from their pitying gazes. They knew what had happened to you and commiserate that you were only half a soul wandering the world. But no , you told yourself, you were a whole person and with the help of Hoseok you would get back on your feet and everything would go back to normal. On the subway, away from the sympathetic glances, surrounded by people who didnt know or care that you had lost your soulmate you could breathe for a minute.

  Maybe you werent losing anything, maybe the pain of that morning was like ripping your soulmate band aid off. You hadnt met your soulmate yet, you had’nt made a life together. Millions of people die a day in the world you would probably never even know who your soulmate had been and that was great. They were a stranger that some evolutionary remnant had linked you to at birth, not an actual person you would miss. 

 By the time you got off at your stop you were almost positive you were going to be fine. You just needed a night of movies and laughing with Hoseok. Sweet Hoseok would be harder to convince that everything was fine. You had many late night talks with him talking about how amazing his soulmate was and how well he was going to treat them when they were ready. He had never brought a partner home because his soulmate deserved the respect, he had said. You lightly teased him but you secretly thought it was sweet , not that you would ever admit it to him. You felt a slight tug at the void but swallowed it deep down. You had to keep swallowing it down, you were still living, they were dead, you had to live for both of you now.

 You took a deep breath as you searched for the keys for the apartment the two of you shared, fantasizing about how good it would feel to get out of your work clothes and curl up in bed . As soon as you opened the door you knew something was off, even before stepping into your home something was wrong, something was missing. Slamming the door and kicking off your shoes at the same time and running to cross the livingroom to check on Hoseok you noticed them. Six men sitting silently in the living room on the couch together. Jungkook, Jin, Jimin, Taehyung, and Namjoon leaning on eachother for support crying, and Yoongi sitting off to the side, hands on his lap just staring at a spot on the wall. No Hoseok, he was always here to make everything better for you and the boys, looked like the boys needed Hoseok as much as you did today.

“ Yoongi,” you say quietly, surprised he heard you when he makes eye contact. “ Where's Hoseok, I need to talk to him. Are you okay? Did something happen with the label?” 

 Yoongi’s mouth opens and closes a few times before he shakes his head and goes back to focusing on the wall.

 You needed Hoseok, they needed him, he had the morning off , he's probably in his room and the boys are just being too polite to bother him whatever their problem is.

“ Fine i'm going to wake him up, i'm sure he will sort everything out.” You yell over your shoulder as you walk out of the room. You could’nt help but be slightly annoyed. You had the day from hell and now you were going to have to deal with their problems before dealing with yours. “ Just keep breathing” you tell yourself. “ keep it calm until you speak to him and he will make everything  seem better.

“ Hoseok, “ you yell while quickly rapping on his bedroom door while turning the door knob “ I'm coming in!”

 As soon as you swung the door open, as soon as his familiar scent hit you, you knew the bed would be empty and you knew what would happen.

 His bed was empty, blankets left tangled and unmade on top of it. His pajamas from the night before were left in a pile next to his bed, evidence of his hurry to leave that morning. You took in every little detail, soaked it all in. 

“Deep breathes” you told yourself.

A sock hung out of his top dresser door, a pair of his shoes were gone. His beat up running shoes , meaning he had been working out this morning leaving his dress shoes, work shoes and his dance shoes waiting for him.

“Inhale, exhale, slow steady breathes” you started walking towards his closet door when a voice appeared behind you.

“ Y/N, we were trying to contact you all morning” you hear Namjoon say . You only pause for a second acknowledging you heard him at all and continue slowly walking over to the closet door.

“Inhale exhale, keep calm” you will yourself as you turn the doorknob , slowly opening to reveal his clothes. You stare at its contents . He had left his favorite hoodie behind today, he kept it hung up next to his suit. He loved that thing, one of the first things he bought once he started earning his own money. His dance clothes, sweats and under armour, that were all worn out from late practices and millions of washes. You dont know what compelled you but before you knew what you were doing you were desperately clinging to as many clothes as you could and breathing in his scent trying to memorize it and cling to it desperately.

Suddenly you couldnt breatheanymore and you feel the void explode you into a million pieces and every piece of your being scream in internal pain. You slowly collapsed to the ground , pulling clothes off the hangers and down with you while screaming. Youre hit with the scent of his colon , and with it something breaks in you as you realize the truth.

 “ He was mine, “ you sob out loud “ He was mine and i was too stupid to see it!” you feel a hand rubbing your back and soothing shushes , but it doesnt matter to you. Youre body feels detached to this new , deep pain.

You dont know how long you spent laying in his closet, clutching his clothes and begging the universe to bring him back, at times begging to trade. To take you instead , people needed him here, needed Hobi ,and he can’t be gone. At times you even begged for the pain to go away as it wracked your whole being. You know this time you passed out because you opened your eyes and it was dark out and the apartment was empty. You were in Hoseoks bed, wrapped in his blankets, wrapped in his smell . The apartment was usually bustling with you or Hoseok or having the boys come over for visits , but now the apartment was silent, and the silence was deafening.

You wrapped his blankets around yourself tighter and grabbed his favorite pillow close to you. You would have given anything for him to come in and laugh at you for not sleeping in your own bed again. He would always complain but never kick you out ,letting you stay all night . He would always  twirl the one piece of hair that never stayed in place and say something cheesy like “ Sleep tight dont let the bed bugs bite” and smile that smile that was warm like the sun. You smile at the memory.

“ Goodnight , Hobi.” you say outloud, hugging the pillow tighter. ‘ I love you’

[word-addict-lisette]

Dear Lisette,

I am back in you inbox, yay! How was your day? How's life? How's school?

I am really mad because we had this piece of work and it was like "pen down your idea on this statement, 'i can do whatever i want on the internet as long as i don't get caught' and i put down my thoughts which were 'this statement is true, i stand by it and you can do whatever you like as long as you don't get caught and don't own up' and then people were like throwing shade at me and i looked at it. I have 5 comments.

My teachers tried to delete it, my classmates literally lectured me and then she read it out loud and the whole class went looking for that one note i made. In the comments, people are spelling my name in caps. It was my opinion, and oh, look all of them are basically hypocrites. Let me just say, these people make me uncomfortable, they don't talk about exactly nice things or approriate things and they are all commenting ( without names too may i add) like "KAT, THAT'S NOT HOW THINGS WORK!" but with my real name and just arghhh.

Also if my teachers wanted me to say, "no, that isn't the right thing to do," or any other answer that the others provided them with, they shouldn't have asked for my opinion. They should have just forced us all to just type the same thing. The other people all wrote like, "no, its unethical and bad" or "False, no, its bad" and stuff like that, filmsy evidence and elaboration. I HAVE MORALS, i am just saying the truth. I feel like the victim of a hate crime. People don't like me enough already, i am a very intresting person, uh, yeah, we are gonna stop there.

Enjoy the rant i guess? I don't know? I am sorry for loading on you but there's a little extra rant so uh, yeah. im just gonna take this out, one sec.

Ok, so uh my teacher was like, next week, we are making pancakes. Fluffy pancakes. It was changed to pancakes without eggs? and now we have to make it ourselves, at home. Where do i get flour? What do i do with the extra flour? I don't know how to cook at all, my partner who has been extremely controlling and like kinda driving me insane, ( ahem i did the whole coursework) also she uses my friend's name for everything? Like, bestie i was literally helping out and you went all, "Oh you don't want (friend's name) to see you burnt right?". Obviously i don't but if i burnt down my house, she wouldn't be surprised. I BURNT MYSELF LAST YEAR, SHE SAW ME BURN MYSELF. Well, my friend burnt me and then the week after that, she burnt herself.

This happens a lot. Also, the very common questions and statements of, "Are you straight?" , "aren't you and (friend's name) dating?", "you guys would make such a cute couple" , " aren't you bi?" and "i thought the two of you were dating," there is nothing wrong with being bi but i am not attracted to her like that. So, they use her for leverage over me to get me to do what they want and also think im dating her? If we were dating, we would both be homeless. I like my house. This doesn't only happen with her. I once got shipped with my brother. I hugged him and some guy was like, "oh you guys like each other," that was awkward. Can i just add, a lot of people like majority of that community know we are siblings.

I also get shipped with his best friend, thanks to a rumor my brother made up. So, sometimes, i would get like comments like, "oh, you like him" or "(brother's name) told me that you and (brother's best friend) are dating," we are not dating. WE ARE JUST REALLY GOOD FRIENDS. I LIKE A FICTIONAL CHARACTER. LEAVE ME ALONE. Also, everytime i have a picture of a guy on my phone or something my cousin just has to tell my brother. THEY ARE STREAMERS. ONE IS OF V FROM BTS SO I CAN TRAMATISE MY FRIEND.

Everytime i cry, someone comes in my room. It is so annoying. LEAVE ME ALONE, I WANT TO CRY. This is why i started reading sad books, listening to sad songs, watching sad movies so i have a reason to cry. There was this once, i wasnt selected to be part of my choir's competition and i was sad about it because i didn't feel good enough. THEY SAID I WASN'T GOOD ENOUGH. So, i cried but it wasn't enough so i read the saddest book i could find so i had a reason to cry but by that time, my feelings were gone. This is why i get breakdowns when im overwhelmed because of all this. You know how old i am. I have to deal with this and the pressure of always wanting to be perfect. What else can i do? I am not pretty or smart or talented or have friends, i have like 6 friends and nobody ever keeps me company. So, i focus on being perfect. 100%, i deal with not having any attention because my parents didn't pay me any attention just because i was "independent" or something?

Did i mention, i babysit all my siblings? I am the second child. I baby-sit my older brother. I am sleep-deprived because i can't sleep well at night and i constantly worry about everything and i have to take care of all my friends and it is so exhausting. Yet, i can not cry.

Thanks for staying with me through whatever that was. Uh, yeah, i took the quiz and got chaotic academia. That is my aesthetic. I really want one of those fancy skirts they wear like on pintrest and stuff? Like you know what i mean? The academia skirt? Yeah, i don't have one yet.

Question of the day, what is your dream profession or you could answer my other question which is what would you want to look like? Or you could answer both?

Ok, thank you again. i am gonna go study. Love and hugs and just literal joy sent your way!

- Kat, the ultimate dino mom of Leo, Billy Bob, Jessica, Sophie, Jackson, Sarah, Lily, the Micheals and all her other kids. (Jessica, Sophie and Jackson are mailboxes and Lily is a computer, Micheal is my screwdriver and laptop pencil, there are two micheals.)

Dear Kat,

It's really good to see you in my inbox. I'm sorry for replying late, but exams really had occupied my schedule today and I got my Saturday exam tomorrow. This week is going to be stressful and today's day has been pathetic. I had nothing to do except study and write exams. I feel like I haven't really been social recently and That I'm losing touch with people that I used to be close with and basically I'm letting overthinking take over my mind.

That is so sick. Why is someone's genuine opinion bothering them so much? I totally wouldn't be able to tolerate that. They ought to understand that there is a fine line between a fact and an opinion, and what you stated was just an OPINION. they have no right whatsoever to come at you like that. I totally agree... the teachers ought to have not asked for your opinion if all they desired was a particularly specific answer which opposed the statement. one of the reasons I hate the schooling system has to be THIS. people who are putting comments like that ought to realize that what you stated is exactly what they do in real life. They just want to be seen as the good kid here. At least you have the guts enough to speak the truth.

Miss! You don't have to worry about ranting out to me. You can rant to me for days and I'd still listen. Just go on ranting nobody is stopping you.

Ahhh! I've had that happen to me. I really understand how tough that can be. I really really hate being shipped with someone who I am just platonically friends with like you've got no valid proof to believe that we are romantically involved with each other. I've burnt myself plenty of times too. It's not a pleasant experience. Plus I also hate having controlling partners. Cause all they do is boss you around while they are barely doing a thing. It sucks.

Why? Just why? Why does it even matter to them? Who you date and what your sexuality is, is none of their business. I have no idea why people concern themselves with topics that really don't involve them. It's like people are just ready to make gossip out of anything. A person can't have a bestie without not liking them? I don't get what's so difficult to understand about that. I hate it when I'm casually talking to a guy and people start shipping us and start spreading rumors of us being in a romantic relationship. Another thing they do is, if a person likes me, they automatically assume that I like him back when I've barely even ever spoken to that guy. And yes! I like fictional characters! Don't even assume I like any of you fools cause You idiots bully me and ship me with total crackheads... And my standards are good enough for me to not include you guys in my list of *appropriate candidates* which consists of non-existent people.

Similarly, the moment I'm chatting with some guy, or like have a pic with someone on my mobile phone people just assume that fact that I'm crushing on him. Like no! I don't. We are friends... the others are celebrities, Why can't you understand that? I can't imagine how thick their skull must be considering they can't let a small statement like that sink in.

The crying thingy... I feel personally attacked. Nobody lets me do anything in peace, let alone crying. I literally use the washroom in my room and even my sister comes in there just banging on the door asking me to get the heck out of there and go somewhere else, like can't she use the other two washrooms or what? I like listening to sad stuff and reading angst cause somehow or the other it calms me down... it makes me feel at peace cause I know I'm not the only one who feels like crying. I've got a lot of friends, nobody remembers my birthday, I remember all of theirs'. They don't even text me, It's always me who takes the first step. All my friends just want me by their side cause I'm a smartass they want to show off as a trophy and cause I've got much better sarcasm than them. They just want to benefit from me. That's all. GOD, I'm not pretty at all. I look like a random idiot all the time. I look pathetic. And I lack talent... And you! I warned you, miss! You are pretty, beautiful, talented, smart, friendly, caring, kind and THE BEST!!!

I've never been given attention. Never ever. My sister has always stolen the spotlight. And I hate it. Not even my friends acknowledge me, my parents just ehhhhh. No matter how good I score, No matter how good I behave, No matter what. I'm just never good enough. My parents think of me as a rebellious kid. And I don't know what to do about that. All I've ever done is listen to them. My parents never allowed me to go out and play with my friends when I was a kid, they never let me go on overnight trips, and they barely let me spend time with the few friends I have. They never let me go to outings my school friends planned. Despite that, I never complained. I never had good friends because of that, yet I never complained. A lot of kids my age roam around in shopping malls by themselves, have sleepovers, spend money, roam around with tons of makeup on their faces, are in relationships, and even get into illegal shit. I've never done anything Like that. And yet... I'm never the good kid. I'm still the rebel.

I've got to take care of my sister almost every day. Get her to study, study myself, take care of myself while tolerating my grandmother. I really don't like my grandma, she s very fussy and just keeps yelling around the house the moment my dad and mom leave the house. I've got sensory overload because of her voice. And now I sit and have an anxiety attack almost every time she speaks. I've always got to strive for perfection as well. And I too can't sleep well at night just cause all the worries of the world, keep weighing me down.

Chaotic academia sounds good. It's the same aesthetic my sister got when I asked her to take the test! And oooh! Me too! I love those skirts and outfits they show on Pinterest. I'd love to have them someday.

My dream profession has to be that of a writer. Or perhaps even running a library. just something cozy. Ohh! I'd love to have brown hair, and I'd want to be tall just a little shorter than What I am right now. I just reached my father's height yesterday. And more or less, I'd like the rest to stay just as it is. and perhaps a lighter shade of skin tone. What about you though?

My question for you! If you were to be stranded on a beach island for a week. Who would you bring with you and how would you spend your time there. You can include whatever elements of nature you want to include like forests, lakes, and all.

Sending love, warmth, hugs, and whatever I have to spare that you would like to you!!!!

-Love from Lisette

P.S. That's an interesting family you've got, right there!

[shaggi]

if i could stop time, i would

info ; eren x reader ; soulmates ; 1.8k

content warning ; end of the world concept, mentions of not really wanting to live lol, gentle angst

Day one. 72 hours until the world ends.

The world is going to shit. I know it is because I can hear the panicked buzz of mothers holding their children close and reassuring them as the news practically burned "we're all going to die" into our heads.

My fingers twitched as they held the dark blue fabric of my jeans. I'm terrified ㅡ as is the rest of the people watching the news ㅡ and it most definitely doesnt help when they plaster a large timer onto the screen counting down our days and hours left on our beloved blue planet.

"We never thought this day would come.. Ladies and gentlemen, we've reached the end of the chapter." The words echoed into the back of my mind. 'The end of the chapter'? I havent even really lived my life? I'm only seventeen.. I barely made it to graduation. I suck in a deep breath, filling my lungs fully before releasing the built up pressure.

Theres a burning sensation on my waterline, tears threatening to roll down my cheeks. My hands begin to shake when I think back to all the sleepless nights I spent not enjoying life. I took life for granted ㅡ and now it's going to end in three days. In seventy-two hours, it's all going to go away. That's not enough time to say all the things I didnt have a chance to say.

Wasted opportunities.

Wasted chances that I now no longer have control over.

My legs suddenly feel like spaghetti and walking seems like a foriegn topic to me. I just need to sit down, take a breather.

Who am I kidding. The storm inside me is raging on tonight and my hands have a handful of messy locks.

I catch glimpse of inked red calligraphy spelling out the name 'Eren' that is marked onto the inside of my forearm in small writing just an inch below my wrist. My heart swells with sadness.

The sense of realization settles in, practically telling me to 'let this sink in for a little'. I'm not ever going to get the chance to meet my soulmate. I'll never get the satisfaction of weaving their fingers with mine, to lay on the couch on cold winter nights with blankets drooped over our shoulders. Never get the chance to tell them I love them over and over again, to brush their hair behind their ears, grab them by the smooth skin of theirs and feel the fireworks of pressing my lips against their own.

I wont feel the sweet electricity course through me like people explained would happen when they touched their soulmate for the first time. I've spent seventeen years searching for this perfect person in the happiness of this little town. The universe promised a perfect person, they never promised me to meet them though.

The younger generations were lucky, for they werent born with marks. They werent tied to someone, so they dont have anything to lose other than the fact that they're too young to leave this world.

A crowd begins to pull outside, staring at the sky with both a mix of admiration and fear. The blue sky has begun to turn itself into a peach color. My town's happy vibe has now turned uneasy, scared, unsure.

That day, I walk home slowly when the sky begins to darken, taking the scenery of the autumn leaves disarray upon the concrete sidewalk. If the world is ending in three days, I'm going to make the most of it. Soak it up like a sponge. Do what I should've been doing these past seventeen years and love life for once ㅡ despite all the wrong. Despite the fact that I'll never graduate, and never meet my soulmate. I force myself to disregard the nagging thoughts that tug at my conscious.

I dont think about the fact that I'll never get a chance to buy my first apartment.

I dont think about how I wont be able to wake up every morning to make my significant other breakfast.

And I most certainly dont think about how I'll never be able to take my lovers hand at the alter and say with great pride, "I do."

Day 2. 48 hours until the world ends.

Today, I woke up early. Early enough that the sun still hasn't peaked over the clouds. They say that if you wake up early enough the day takes longer to end.

The aching pain in my chest never seems to cease. I laugh a little bitterly at the calander on the wall, I feel like its mocking me now. A part of me wants to rip the thing to shreds and scream until my throat is raw ㅡ but I said I'd make the best of these last days. So, I push these bitter thoughts from my mind and start up a warm shower.

Seventeen years of not wanting to be alive, and now I only have two days to live until the entire world completely goes to shit. Ironic, isn’t it? Why now am I so angry? The water is warm trickling down my bare body, as my shower thoughts continue treading forward to how I could make life better in less than forty-eight hours.

I walk down a different road today, deciding that routine wasnt necessary when the world is going to end in forty-eight hours. The countdown continues on nearby TVs, the bright white luminous against the dark morning sky.

It makes me feel anxious.

Destruction clouds my mind, but I bite my lip and hold my ground. This situation will not drive me crazy.

The town is a lot quieter than I expected, then again it's only 6 in the morning.

The day carries on just as any other day, the air seems heavier though. It's the night time that brings chaos.

You see, I've been walking around town all day blowing that last little bits of money I have on little things that have no purpose. The sky is the same sunset peach as it was yesterday, only barely hinting at a blue color.

There's a faint noise a few blocks from where I am standing, and at first I chose the ignore it. The yelling got louder and louder until I felt my feet pull like magnets to what was going on.

Chocolate hair, smooth tan skin shining under the soft orange of the sky, handfuls of someones shirt as this mystery man pinned some junky against the rough brick wall. His eyes held a killer glow, practically fuming from the ears. I was going to mind my own business, but then I saw the other strike at the brunette ㅡ and I dont know why, but I stepped in.

A surprise attack, a blow right to the face, maybe a minor bruise on my cheek from when the other decided to attack back ㅡ but soon he left. I turn my gaze back to the brunette who still sits on the floor, palms pressed into the concrete.

"I didnt need your help," he hissed, dusting his hands against the black fabric of his jeans.

"Oh you're welcome for saving your ass, wasnt a problem at all." My hand lifts to my face, pressing onto the bruise and wincing before squatting next to this stranger. "Is it bad? Let me see," The moment my hand makes contact with the others chin I feel the rush of electricity course through me.

Overwhelming is an understatement. Sweet emotions flooded through my mind but I can feel the pounding of fear in my veins, and bittersweet it was. When I retract my hand, I see that he's mirrored the exact expression I have; eyes blown wide, fear in the darks of his pupils.

"Eren..?" trying to keep my voice from cracking seems hard, and it comes out more like a whisper. This situation leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. Where the hell has he been for seventeen years? Why is he just now showing up?

Eren immediately sprung to his feet, taking a few steps back with no words to say. I snatched at his left arm, pushing the sweaters sleeve up and over his forearm to see my name inked in blue against his paper skin. "So.. you're my soulmate?" I promise I didnt mean to make it sound disappointed ㅡ but in a way, I guess you could say I was.

So many questions raced through my mind; but the biggest question of all was why? Why now of all times we could've met? Why must I be gifted with the worst luck.

Eren isnt a bad person though, and in the few hours we've spent together I can tell you this; His favorite color is red, he lives with his mother and a girl that his family took in when they were very little - who he loves dearly, he can play guitar very well, he looks absolutely adorable with his hair tied up, and that's only the stuff he's told me within the first hour.

Words cannot express how much I wished we could have more time together, but the bright TV clocks continue to remind me that our time is running out.

"There's nothing more I'd rather do than to spend my last moments with you," Eren whispered, golden flecks in his beautiful ocean eyes. His hand was held in mine as the pained expression washed over his face. Somewhere in the conversation led us to this point of heartbreak. We both explained how we wanted nothing more than to meet earlier in life, but apparently the universe had a different plan.

The idea of parting with Eren now just seemed like a waste, and I'd much rather take my dying last breath next to the one I looked for my entire life. Falling in love is easy when you've got nothing to live for.

The walk back to my house is silent, but it's a comfortable silence, and we never seem to let go of each others hands. The house is quiet and dark when we enter.

The rest of the remaining night we have is spent cuddled under the thick blanket of mine, Eren held me close to his chest as we whisper sweet things that wont mean much in a few hours. Chaste kisses are showered over the male as I remind him of how I never stopped searching for him.

He studied my face, moving a strand of hair behind my ear before placing his palm onto my cheek and rubbing his thumb across the smoothness underneath my eye. I could feel my breath begin to shallow and my heart skip a beat. I loved the way his eyes sparkled under my dim-lit room, the way I could feel his heartbeat pulsing from how close we lay where, how steady his breathing was, and how gentle he caressed me.

Its bittersweet, and I never believed in the after life, but with him - maybe, just maybe, we will meet again in the next life.

[kilibaggins]

Definitely Not Therapy

no gif fit this whoops

Request: Am I sending you a request inspired by your own fic? Yes, yes I am! Okay so it's a bit weird but could you by any chance do hurt!murphy and doctor!jackson pleeaaase? Romance, no romance, up to you, and this is optional but I think it'd be interesting to see jackson flip at the 100 for the trauma they put Murphy through, maybe? Idk you're the headcanon person just yeah, that dynamic I guess XD ~ @ultimatereyesstan

A/N: I hope this is okay!! kadsfkasd I wasnt quite sure what to do with it.

Setting: Peaceful Arkadia AU

Warnings: Panic attacks, hanging mention, therapy mention.

Word Count: 974

Murphy can’t breathe.

This isn’t new for him by any means, he has this problem all the time. Usually, because something triggers it, like really loud noises, crowds, or even multiple people chanting something, even if it’s innocently.

Though, it’s never happened with Jackson. Not when he calmly places a hand on his shoulder as he passes, to let him know he’s there. It’s never happened before, but He supposes he shouldn’t be that surprised when his hand went a bit closer to his neck than he wanted.

“Jo-” Jackson stops himself, he’s still trying to re-learn how Murphy likes to be referred to, “Murphy? Are you alright?” Jackson asks, taking his hand away from Murphy’s shoulder. They’re in Jacksons’ office since Murphy came in to get medicine for a patient out in the main medbay. Murphy turns from him and tries to take a deep breath, trying to calm himself.

“There’s no danger,r you’re fine.” He whispers under his breath, and Jackson steps back a bit more, knowing his presence could make it harder for the man to calm down. He knows how panic attacks and everything else works. Murphy seems like the guy who needs space during these times.

“You’re right. There’s no danger here.” Jackson speaks up, and Murphy turns to him, his eyes a bit teary, and his breath still coming in short bursts.

“Sorry, I-” Murphy says before Jackson calmly raises a hand.

“Don’t be, it’s okay. I take no offense.” Jackson says, grabbing some water from the corner. Jackson turns around and it’s obvious Murphy is still on edge. He slowly hands him the water, and Murphy grabs it with a shaky hand. “How about we sit?” Jackson asks, gesturing towards the seats Murphy nods and quickly takes a seat, his feet coming up under him, so he’s sitting with his legs crossed on the chair. Jackson smiles and sits so his legs are over the arm of the chair, and his head is on the other one.

“Sorry, I usually don’t have a problem,” Murphy says, looking down, and deep down he knows that’s a lie. He does have a problem, just not around others.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Jackson asks, moving so he’s sitting more professionally. Murphy scoffs and looks down at his water.

“You gonna give me a therapy session, doc?” Murphy sass’ his voice coming out guarded. Jackson chooses his words carefully. He knows depending on what he does, he could either get Murphy to lock up completely, or he could get him to open up. “Because I don’t need therapy.”

“Who says I’m asking as a Dcotor?” Jackson says, and Murphy peeks up at him. “I’m asking as a friend, Murphy,” Jackson says, and he sees he made the right choice when Murphy untucks his legs and leans back in the chair, looking at him. He takes a sip of his water and sighs softly.

“I-” Murphy starts, then clears his throat. “I have a hard time with people being near my neck. Your hand just got a bit close.” Murphy says softly, Jackson watches him for a second, seeing if he’ll say anything before speaking up.

“And why is that?” Jackson asks, and Murphy looks at him in surprise.

“You don’t know?” Murphy asks, and Jackson shakes his head, confused at why he should. “Soon after we got down here, the others thought I killed Wells,” Murphy says, his voice dropping to a whisper. He looks to the side and to the ground, and Jackson listens to him intently.

“Murphy, what happened?” Jackson asks, his tone serious but calm. Murphy looks up at him then and licks his lips.

“They hung me.” He says, and Jackson looks at him in shock. “They hung me before the person who did it spoke up… Then They cut me down and I-” Murphy hesitates, “I went after her.”

“Who did this?” Jackson asks, his voice hurt. Murphy sighs softly and shakes his head.

“It doesn’t matter anymore. I forgive them, it’s fine.” Murphy says, shrugging.

“You forgive them?” Jackson asks, confused on why.

“I mean yeah. I wasn’t the best guy. And they thought I killed a guy.” Murphy says shrugging.

“But you didn’t,” Jackson asks-well more states. Murphy nods. “Then you didn’t deserve it,” Jackson says.

“Yeah, well. I did some bad stuff after. We all make mistakes, and that was theirs.” Murphy says, shrugging. “I forgive them as much as I can. I still hold the trauma, and the pain, but they did what they thought was right, and I can’t fault them for it.” Murphy says, his voice coming out as if he’s sure of himself.

“That’s big.” Jackson says, “You forgiving people is the first step to getting better, and since you already forgive them, that’s just another step in the right direction.” Jackson says, and Murphy nods. He’s calmed down now, Jackson notices.

“This seems an awful lot like a Therapy session.” Murphy snarks and Jackson smiles.

“No, because if it were a Therapy Session, then we would have had to plan it, I’d have had you fill out paperwork, and then we would have to-”

“Okay okay, I get it, Not a therapy session,” Murphy says, interrupting Jackson. They both smile at each other for a moment, before Murphy breathes out deeply. “Y’know I think that actually helped.”

“I’m glad,” Jackson says.

Murphy leaves the office and goes back to his job. And when he goes back the next day, he doesn’t sit back down, and they definitely don’t talk more. Murphy definitely doesn’t talk to him about his childhood, and his mom or dad, and he definitely doesn’t talk about starting the fire that got him locked up. Because if he did, then that might be therapy. And Murphy doesn’t need therapy. Definitely not.

[kevinwastaken]

okay so idk if anyones done this yet, but this has been in my mind ever since i got into omori lmao

so uhHhHhhh heres my idea for an identity v omori crossover! just because i think it would be neat

this is going to be a super long post (probably), so if you want to read it, just hit read more or whatever

i also want to say that some character choices are gonna be taken from my friend, @/kami.rikki on instagram. but she didnt think as hard on these as i did so like idk

there Will be spoilers for omori, so just be warned of that lmao

so as i said before, this has been on my mind for a HOT minute. and i think it would be a cool collab

for starters, this crossover will be split up (as is every other crossover) in two parts, with one hunter two survivors. i know essence usually have one hunter three survivors, but theres not enough characters for that, and six can be split up evenly sooo

i was thinking that the skins could be like the ones from the persona 5 crossover. like, they can be “awakened” in a sense. the base costumes will be the dream world versions of everyone, while the awakened costumes will be the real world versions. i wasnt here for the persona 5 crossover, so idk how many of those spirit things you had to collect, but i Do know that omoris spirit things could be. uh

well actually i dont know. initially i was thinking lightbulbs, like the one in white space, but the lightbulb isnt too important in the game i dont think? and im not sure about clams either. i know theyre dream world currency, but??

oh actually, maybe you can collect Something to awaken the costumes. because something is a representation of the truth in sunnys mind, and by awakening the costumes, you get to see the characters as their real selves. yeah lets go with that, you collect something from the essence

i swear ive been thinking this out shut up

the hunter costumes wont be awakened though, and i have a reason for this

anyway

part one

the characters that will be present in part one are sunny, basil, and aubrey. i chose them first because. ofc, sunnys the protag, basils his best friend and helped cover up maris death hes important to the story but anyway, and aubrey is <<33 yuh

so heres whos going to be who:

sunny/omori as wu chang

so let me preface this by saying that im not a hunter main. never have been, never will be. and ive never played wu chang. but i swear thisll make sense, im doing research

wu chang is actually composed of two characters, with two different stats: xie, the white guard, and fan, the black guard. i cant tell the difference while im playing, considering the fact that my ass is either running away or decoding. but theres a difference i looked it up

sunny would be the white guard. xie is a fast chaser, but has slow attack speed. ie, slow hits, slow pallet breaking, that stuff. this reflects how sunny is in the real world. he can run, yes, but hes still physically weak due to being locked in his house for four years and spending all his time sleeping. he would be better for chasing than attacking

omori would be the black guard. fan is the opposite of xie, having slow chasing speed but faster attack speed. this reflects in omori. omori is Very apathetic, and really, i dont think he would care to chase anybody unless it was for a quest. though, i guess killing survivors Is a quest for hunters, but. anyway

in battle, omori is a good fighter. his attacks are strong, (although not as strong as say. aubrey or kel. but who am i to say, the playthrough i watched had omori constantly sad) out of him and sunny, omori would be the attacker. so theres my choice for them

the umbrella can probably be switched for a knife. maybe an elongated knife. im not entirely sure, but i know the umbrella wont stay as an umbrella

basil as kurt frank

so i know what youre thinking. why is basil “the explorer??” hear me out this is actually a really good idea

the true best choice would be emma, since shes the gardener, but idv doesnt like giving characters skins of the opposite gender if you know what i mean. anyway

basil isnt a fighter. hes an assist, yes, but that was only for a crime four years ago. not my point, he wouldnt want to be in the action

i think he’d be a really good decoder. especially a good kurt

i originally wanted him to be prisoner, out of no bias whatsoever (/j) but kurt is a good fit for him

basil hides. he hides from things. he hides from the truth just like sunny, and he hides from others. albeit he still goes outside

i will not lie, i have a very personal grudge against kurt players. i dont want them to have anything because every kurt main ive come across was toxic to me specifically. but anyway

so one of kurts abilities is that he can go smaller to run around undetected and/or hide. i find this perfect for basil, because. yknow. hiding

his other ability is to find password pages and use them to decode ciphers faster. i think this would be funny because basils existence in headspace leads sunny to remembering the truth about maris death. i mean, if he werent in headspace, omori and the gang would continue going on adventures like nothing is wrong, so basil sort of speeds up the acknowledging process

this sounds dumb actually. but it makes sense in my head

anyway, the book would be turned into basils photo album, and he wouldnt have a backpack like kurt does. theres my answer

and finally,

aubrey as margaretha zelle

aubrey was actually really hard to pick out. none of the female survivors really fit her, aside from maybe coord, but i dont know what her gun would turn into. i will admit that her section wont be as detailed as basil or sunnys. but anyway my choice is with margie

aubrey imo would be a good kiter. she has strong stats all around, so i feel as if she’d be a great fit for margie. not to mention her speed boost when falling from large heights, which would make her a faster runner and harder to chase if used right. aubrey would be more physically fit since shes a fighter and seems to do a lot of stuff with the hooligans, which also helps prove that she should be a kiter. ANYWAY

so margie has these music boxes that can mess with the hunter, right? some of aubreys attacks can mess with enemies iirc. soooo theyre kind of similar in a way, arent they?

im not exactly sure what the music box can be turned into. maybe a small piano? aubrey cares about mari a lot, and the reason shes so pissed at everyone and rebellious is because she felt like everyone had forgotten about mari and moved on with their lives. so the music box could be a tribute to mari

i dont know how many changes they made with ann tamakis costume in the persona crossover, other than cosmetics for the skin only, so im not sure if the music box was changed at all. i can dream though

in the case that its changed, the blue box could be the song from the playground in headspace (yknow the one) while the red box could be the final duet song. but just with the piano, not the violin

essence

because yes, i thought about the essence too

of course, aside from the skins, there will be other stuff in the essence too. so itll be as follows:

for portraits, theyre going to be the neutral battle portraits from headspace. aside from basil and mari, who do not have battle portraits. theirs will just be of their neutral expressions with the neutral emotion backround behind them. i would add pictures, but the character pictures add up to six, so i’d run out of room before reaching part two

for graffiti, im not really sure. maybe everyones overworld sprites in headspace? along with maybe one of Something

for accessories, i actually have an idea of what thesell be. theyre going to be character exclusive accessories, just like how tpn did theirs

for aubrey, she’ll have mr plantegg. i was thinking of maybe having her bat as an accessory, but

OH ACTUALLY her bat could be a shop accessory that changes the music boxes!! probably an a tier tbh

anyway, the essence accessory for her is mr plantegg, and its there strictly for cosmetic purposes. for basil, he’d get either a pair of garden shears, or a basil plant, since yknow. his names basil. this is also for cosmetic purposes

they all are. i should say that now, the accessories are all cosmetic except aubreys a tier shop bat

finally, for sunny, im not entirely sure what to give him. i could give him a knife, sure, but then he’d have two knives because of the umbrella. maybe a steak? or a pair of red hands? im torn on this

and that concludes part one

part two

**PLEASE BE AWARE THAT MARIS IMAGE HAS THE PHOTO FROM THE TRUTH ALBUM WHERE SHES HANGING FROM THE TREE. IF YOU DONT WANT TO SEE IT, SKIP PAST IT. SHES THE FIRST CHARACTER IM PUTTING ON HERE

part two consists of mari, hero, and kel. do not separate them </3

here are my character choices:

mari as yidhra

so i know yidhra may seem like a weird choice. i originally thought of maybe mary, but this makes sense to me

yidhra herself will be mari. im not sure which version, but even though i have real world mari in the photo, maybe headspace mari would be better. nobody can see her anyway lmao

yidhras servants will be, again, mari, but she looks as she did when basil and sunny hung her on the tree. her hairs covering her face, with her right eye being visible. kind of like the girl from the ring, but anyway yeah

yidhra is the dream witch. she haunts your dreams and she haunts mine when i go against her. maris death haunts everyone, especially sunny and basil (whom know the truth of what happened,) so this just seems like a perfect fit

her death is “leeched” onto everyones minds (pun entirely intended), so attaching herself to survivors with only her death appearance visible is mmmm

instead of an axe, maybe her weapon can be the jump rope she was hung from? and it can be used as a whip? that makes the most sense to me idk

im not good at explaining things, but if you were to see dream witch in a match, youd know how good this would work

also brings a new meaning to “my thoughts will follow you into your dreams” HELLO

hero as norton campbell

so hero was kind of hard for me to pick too. i wanted him to be a support character, but looking around, there are. barely any that would work. my closest choice was victor, but?? the letters???? they dont correlate

hero doesnt give me kiter vibes, but nortons good at rescues too, as long as youre in an area with obstacles. and usually, when someone dies in battle, hero can make life jam to revive the fallen party member

nortons magnets are used to either bring the hunter closer to him, or push the hunter away. both can be used to stun with obstacles. while hero doesnt have any stun attacks that i can remember, he does have charming abilities that can be used to take damage for the other party members. so similar stuff? idk

i guess his magnets can be turned into chocolate chip cookies, since thats what he uses to heal everyone. if not cookies, then i dont know

oh actually one of nortons abilities is called “attract.” thats so funny if you put hero as him lmao

heros section is kind of short, my bad

kel as william ellis

come on. who else were you expecting me to use? its the basketball man as the football man

while kel is a fighter in battle, he can also be used as a backup healer. aubrey is the main fighter of the group, and hero is the main healer. so hes kind of a catch-all in a sense

kels an athlete. he plays basketball. williams an athlete. he plays football. need i say more

im not gonna lie, this is kind of a don tpn situation where it just Makes Sense that kel would be william

the football will probably be replaced with either a rubber ball or a basketball, depending on which skin youre using. the former is for headspace kel, the latter for real world kel

the buffs and debuffs for william makes sense on kel too. kel would probably have trouble with something as (probably) complex as the cipher machines, and the struggle and vaulting buffs show off his athleticisim

same with the football, using rush to rescue is such a kel thing to do

essence

for part two, there will be about the same things as part one

the portraits will be the neutral battle portraits, this time with the real world counterparts of everyone. basil and maris will be their neutral expressions on the neutral battle background. though, since mari doesnt have Real real world portraits, i guess they could use the one from the one i used on the mari yidhra picture

for graffiti, it can be the real world overworld sprites

in terms of accessories, theyre still cosmetic and character exclusive. maris can be the white egret orchid, since thats the flower that represents her. heros can be a spatula, as thats his weapon of choice in headspace. for kel, im not sure. hes using the ball as a weapon so???

maybe he can get a cactus, because thats his assigned plant

in terms of shop items, i think i know the perfect thing

mewo as a pet

mewo my beloved. nobody could ever forget you

mewo would be a hunter pet. she would be cool for survs too i guess, but considering both her owners are hunters.....

mewo would probably follow the hunter around, not really doing much. i think it would be Extremely funny though if every time a survivor was chaired, she just chilled next to them in the pose shes always in in white space

thats pretty much it. if you got this far, thank you!! i spent like two hours writing this whole thing out LMAO damn