#which. which tag is the proper one to use here 😭

[lee-of-games]

So. Was in a server and talking about headcanon stuff, fic ideas, AUs, etc etc

And while discussing an AU with @pyarini , the idea of using Heba as a name for a reincarnation came up, to which I made some comment about how cute it would be for Atem to recognize it’s Yuugi, because they both mean game. To which she pointed out that it didn’t, and that Heba actually means “gift.”

Which made me think two things:

One: I seem to have been completely misled by the fandom to believe Heba meant game. (To be fair I had tried to look it up before, but could never find a concrete meaning, and figured I just missed something since everyone else was saying it did.)

And two: Oh…Why do we use that name in the first place?

I did some light digging and it seems there is nothing showing Heba means game, and within fandom, there’s nothing concrete showing where it originated from, though highly suspected to be a name someone liked and used in an RP for an Egyptian Yugi counterpart, which just got spread and used by the fandom. (The ONLY info I could find for it’s origins was Fandom Wiki, so if anyone knows any different please let me know!)

So here’s my thought process now: If it was randomly chosen by someone cuz they liked the name, I think I’ll just pick my own name for “Heba” and use that instead!

This was developed by Kanmani by saying “Maybe it should be Senet” To which I had the idea of using the name Sen, short for Senet.

Now, I know this seems silly as a name, but I think it’s fitting seeing how Yuugi literally just means “Game” in Japanese, and his Grandfather is named Sugoroku, after a form of Japanese Board Games. As a counterpart, to reflect it’s a version of Yugi just in a different time/place, I think it works well! (Plus Sen is a name already, with a few meanings, one of which is a thousand in Japanese, if people wanted to use it for a modern reincarnation as well!)

I’m not a newbie, but comparing my two years here to how long this fandom has been around, I know it would be silly to ask to completely change the name around or anything like that. I don’t wanna make it seem like I’m saying you shouldn’t or can’t use the name anymore! It’s a cute name, and I understand it’s got history in the fandom! I mainly wanna use this as my own nickname for a counterpart and explain where I got it from.

Buuuuut…I do invite anyone who likes the name idea to use it in your projects: whether it’s labeling art, comics, fics, etc!

I would love to see people joining in calling an AE Yuugi counterpart Senet/ Sen, and I know I’ll be using it myself for my projects :] ✨ It’s already been cemented in my mind, even if it doesn’t catch on haha.

[sukugo]

i have to ask because i adore you and i want to know about your new blorbos- who are they and what are they and why are they always soaked in blood

JDHSJFHJFDDJFFSDFDF, oh man where do i start cassie.

they're from the anime/manga jujutsu kaisen, and they are:

gojo satoru. love of my fucking life. my fucking everything my boy my man, i am so so in LOVE with this man i cant even begin to tell u. he consumes my every waking thought, my life is dedicated to seeing him get fucked. (he's the guy in my header humping his all into the other's arm)

and (ryoumen) sukuna. beautiful sexy evil man.

(can u tell who's my fave)

so in this world, we have jujutsu sorcerers, who are people with special powers that they use to defeat/exorcise curses, which are basically evil spirits born of negative human emotions

gojo is the strongest jujutsu sorcerer alive. he is insanely strong, not a single person can go against him. his powers make it so that u literally physically cannot touch him. he controls "infinity" and can warp space, and he also has pretty special eyes that let him perceive things at a much deeper level than a regular person. those two things combined make him quite literally untouchable. and insanely powerful.

as for sukuna, he used to be a human who lived thousands of years ago, who used to be the strongest sorcerer of his time, and is considered to be the strongest sorcerer in history. he is the King of Curses, no one could ever defeat him, or destroy his soul, which he divided into his 20 preserved fingers so it would survive through time, even after dying.

so itadori yuuji

this lil baby boy (literally the babiest sweetest boy to exist btw) (he's actually the main character haha)

due to some stuff, he ends up eating one of sukuna's mummified fingers and sukuna reincarnates inside him. yuuji becomes a vessel for sukuna, who lives inside yuuji's mind now and sometimes takes over his body (reason why they look the same)

and now, yuuji is sentenced to be executed bc he holds the most evil sorcerer in history inside him, but gojo goes nope! wait a minute, let's not do that. and manages to convince the people in charge to postpone yuuji's execution, saying that they'll get yuuji to find and eat all of sukuna's fingers and then execute him, getting rid of sukuna all in one go.

ok so that's the context (that's actually what the anime's about haha), but as to gojo and sukuna.

THEY ARE IN LOVE

well, they're there. sdkkhfkjdkfdf

ok no, so like they do their things right. gojo is a teacher (tho we never actually see him do any teaching lmao) and sukuna lives inside yuuji and causes trouble sometimes. they don't really ever interact in the story (they literally meet and have a lil confrontation, decide to kill each other and never talk again djshjfdasdadfd) (until they actually have their Fight, more on that later)

BUT!!!!!!!! they may not interact, but they are completely tied together narratively.

as u can see, they're both the strongest from their respective times, so they have a lot of links when it comes to their characters themselves and what they are referred to in the story. specifically that, in being the strongest, they exist in a plane above everyone else, literally untouchable.

now, in the story, this position of strongest is coupled with solitude, being the strongest meaning u're alone and no one else understands you bc of this

and SO they have their fight. bc plot reasons right. this is obv what it was all gonna lead to. fight of the two strongest.

and the fight, consequently, revolves around that idea of solitude, and understanding each other.

which like. ok. yeah we saw that coming. ofc. no big deal.

EXCEPT, to make reference to their relationship and that idea of understanding each other, the term that is used is, and i kid u not, love.

there's a very specific phrase that is used multiple times between them. which is actually used originally with a character who shows romantic feelings towards sukuna.

she challenges sukuna to a fight and sukuna promises to marry her if she wins. her goal in this fight is to share in sukuna's solitude and show him love (read R→L)

but she says this to sukuna and this. this is his reaction.

SUKUNA KNOWS LOVE ALREADY

to which she gets super pissed bc that's not!!! love!!!!!!!

sukuna defeats/kills her. and u know when the next time that exact fucking phrase is used? when sukuna and gojo finally meet again and set up the date to have their Fight, where sukuna remembers her words

which tells us that.

sukuna was.

thinking about gojo when she said that.

*screams into hands*

BUT IT DOESN'T STOP THERE. this phrase is then repeated. multiple times.

1. right after gojo punches the fuck out of sukuna:

2. said in reference to gojo, when he realizes there's a chance of him losing:

3. gojo reminiscing about their fight:

so, as u can see, they were going to teach each other love. their fight is. canonically. about teaching each other love. what the FUCK.

but ENOUGH love talk (or else i'm at risk of going crazy insane)

LET'S TALK ABOUT HOW THEY'RE LOADED WITH SEXUAL TENSION

this was in their first meeting where they fought (for quite literally 10 seconds)

like... why he do dat.... .......... . ....

next day sukuna goes "hey im gonna kill u first <3" and gojo just goes "teehee omg really? *hair twirl* <3"

they also decide to have their final battle on dec 24 which is like a super romantic date in japan (explicitly said so by another character)

and their FIGHT. it is LITERALLY just them flirting and touching each other

LOOK AT THIS SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i fucking lost it. i still haven't recovered. that is the hottest thing i've ever seen in my life. gojo wants that dick so fucking bad

not to mention thigh grabs and hand touchies

and the entirety of the fight is just them having fun 😭😭 they're supposed "enemies" on opposite sides and the fate of the world is at stake here, but they actually don't give a fuck about that.

they're literally smiling and having a great fucking time. this fight for them is just play. their fight is just for them to have fun as the strongest and to connect with each other. they're enemies but they don't hate each other or anything, they only search for that sense of fulfillment in each other OTL

AND ABOUT THAT, oh my GOD

sukuna wins. he defeats gojo. and at the end, this. is what sukuna says to gojo at the end of the fight:

FUCKING. I'LL NEVER FORGET YOU. SCREAAAAM THAT'S ROMANCEEEEEE.

and the soft smile? the fucking petals falling all over them? oh GOD they're trying to kill me

but that's on sukuna's side, what about for gojo? well

HE GENUINELY TRIED TO REACH SUKUNA, GAVE IT HIS ALL TO CONNECT WITH HIM. TO TEACH HIM LOVE AGFKDHSKFHFKJFHDF (BUT HE FAILED HE COULDN'T GIVE SUKUNA WHAT SUKUNA GAVE HIM 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭)

HHRRRRGJFHSJDFHDSJFSDFA KJHDKFJSFKASLDKS ADKJKFHEWRKJEKRKTRELRW

and if i start crying OTL

but alas *deep breaths*

even without all that they're just very fucking sexy. two insane powerful men going at it? come on. how could u NOT want them together. they both hold the same title of the strongest, might as fucking well fuck nasty about it.

and oh god, when i tell u gojo is a fucking brat and he's so strong and untouchable, but then sukuna is capable of putting him down which is. insanely sexy. and i need it. i need gojo obliterated. and i know sukuna won't let me down (AND HE DID NOT. HE OBLITERATED THAT MAN) can he now obliterate his holes too

agdkhfhdkhdhs, anyways.... yeah.. that is the situation.........

im just gonna end this by saying

SUKUGO MY LOVES

[love-belle]

laundry and taxes !!!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ in which they're in their own little safe haven with their dumbass grown babies.

or

for when you can finally relate to the love songs. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

social media au // sebastian vettel x fem!reader

warnings - language

author's note - IM BACK!!!! HELLO!!!! i miss u all sm ://// hope u like this <3 i have a lando au and a charles one that i hope i can post by tonight or tomorrow fs so !!! thank u sm for reading i love you <3

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username mama y papa

landonorris missing you both

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username i love them sm ur honour

username the first photo ☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️

username god me when.

username no bc they're literally so in love like i could cry just thinking abt them and their relationship from the beginning to here and how they navigated through it all even when they were BOTH fighting for the title and look at them now 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

-> username they're literally soulmates LOOK AT THEM

charles_leclerc maman wants me to tell you that she'll be facetiming you in the evening so that you both can crochet together 🫡

-> yourusername omg can't wait i miss pascale sm

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-> yourusername OH MY GOD OKAY ADHSJSJJS

-> username i LIVE for these interactions

username why r u doing this to me.

username omw to have a nice nap on the highway ☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️

username HE'S SO AHHHSHSHSBDBXBSJ

lewishamilton i'm dropping off roscoe tomorrow :)

-> yourusername we're not even in london???

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-> yourusername oH

-> username LOVE drivers just randomly dropping by their home without any warning 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

username fuck romeo and juliet i want what these bitches have

username y/n im so happy for u and ur b-🤮 boy-🤮 boyf-🤮 boyfriend 🤮🤮🤮 i swear

username they're MY parents

sebastianvettel another taylor swift song?

-> yourusername shush you love her music

sebastianvettel i don't hum

-> yourusername yes you do

-> sebastianvettel no i don't

-> yourusername you were humming baby shark do do this morning

-> username BABY SHARK PLEASE WHAT

-> username LMFAOOOOO

username sigh :/// i want this so bad :///

username im so normal abt them i SWEAr sO nOrmAL

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sebastianvettel my sunshine ❤️

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username the fact that every SINGLE post on his acc is just y/n like

-> username love a man who's DEDICATED

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-> username i don't even blame him tbh she's so ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

username never will be getting over seb calling y/n his sunshine 💔💔💔💔💔💔💔😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️

username gf

username seb honestly needs to wife her up like im not even kidding

-> username im saying like

username MOTHER IS MOTHERING Y'ALL

username parents ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

lewishamilton 💜💜💜

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username no bc they own my heart like ACTUALLY

username love sebastian being a proper simp for y/n like

-> username we love to see it

-> username y/n was never a wag it was seb all along

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username GIRLFRIEND ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

username sebastian can u fight.

carlossainz55 charles says he misses you both

-> charles_leclerc NO I DIDN'T SAY THAT

-> sebastianvettel oh so you don't miss us?

-> charles_leclerc no!!!!!!!! i mean yeah!!!!!!! i do!!!!!!!!!

-> yourusername missing my boys everyday ❤️‍🩹

-> username "my boys" I CRIED

username im so in love with this woman my gawd

yourusername my love ❤️

*liked by sebastianvettel*

yourusername but did you have to use that last photo

-> sebastianvettel my favourite photo actually

-> yourusername i love you :/

-> sebastianvettel i love you more :)

username im gonna throw up (i love them to death)

username sebastian and y/n adopt me challenge 🔥🔥🔥

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yourusername cannot wait to do laundry and taxes with you for the rest of my life. i love you ❤️

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username crying screaming throwing up sliding down the wall bashing my head pulling out my hair gagging rolling down the stairs laying on the highway microwaving a spoon taking a toaster bath

username OH MY GOD????????

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username THE WAY HE LOOKS AT HER????? THE WAY THEY'RE SO IN LOVE WITH EACHOTHER??????

landonorris mama y papa

-> yourusername son?

-> sebastianvettel no thank you

-> landonorris WOW.

username im crying they're so precious to me

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lewishamilton sending you both all the love 💐!!

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username AHSHHSHHDBDJXDJSKD

username the way u can tell that they're so in love????? like it's so GENUINE im in awe

-> username y/n always being like "my boyfriend" "sebastian, my bf" "my seb" 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

-> username and seb being like "sunshine" "my sunshine" "liebe" "schatz" like i could cry ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔

username honestly my fav couple everrr

sebastianvettel cannot wait to go over the grocery list while sitting down at the dining table with you for the rest of my life

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sebastianvettel i love you

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[tuxibirdie]

Meet underpolochka! the object of my spite right now.

They have 159 posts, all of which are reposts. Some posts contain multiple stolen pieces! So the total stolen art count is actually at 191 (192 if you count the pfp).

I messaged them two months ago to try to be cordial about getting my work removed from their page, but they have done nothing, and even continued to repost my art.

Additionally, they blocked elizakai, who was going through their posts, commenting about how they are a reposter.

As such, I have decided to go through their posts, compile data, and give proper credit to as many artists as I could find! Enjoy.

===== Affected Artists =====

underpolochka has stolen from a grand total of 118 artists, with 23 unknown pieces! This means the total amount of artists stolen from could actually be 141, if we assume every unknown piece is by one person each.

edit: changed to actually tag the artists concerned who are on tumblr + fixed some links (also I somehow managed to forget the person who had the most stolen 😭)

Artist: Amount of works stolen

Unknown Artist: 24 (12.57%)

@imjustalazycatycat: 10 (5.24%)

@zucchiyeni: 9 (4.71%)

ut_barista: 7 (3.66%)

@tuxibirdie: 6 (3.14%)

@kwai0: 4 (2.09%)

kaemi39128279: 3 (1.57%)

nazvakanalu_vityahahaha: 3 (1.57%)

cero_09051: 2 (1.05%)

cotpyzero: 2 (1.05%)

gafka_xo: 2 (1.05%)

Hakko_060 / @haako060: 2 (1.05%)

haz3run3 / @hazerun3: 2 (1.05%)

hoangvu8607: 2 (1.05%)

@idnikomattao: 2 (1.05%)

ItssAliyaz_Arts / @starzeah123: 2 (1.05%)

nagi1242: 2 (1.05%)

nGrcuDS: 2 (1.05%)

penneko20: 2 (1.05%)

ProductionRoxy / @itsxroxannex: 2 (1.05%)

samuraybesceli: 2 (1.05%)

@smileunicorn: 2 (1.05%)

sunJopan: 2 (1.05%)

_3_points_: 1 (0.52%)

_Akasy_: 1 (0.52%)

_ramu__8_: 1 (0.52%)

1530ry_3: 1 (0.52%)

@3mko: 1 (0.52%)

6rokkoli: 1 (0.52%)

@aeliem: 1 (0.52%)

AliceTemnova: 1 (0.52%)

@amarumasposts: 1 (0.52%)

ArtOfLi: 1 (0.52%) (I LOST THE LINK AUGH)

@b-shell: 1 (0.52%)

BBKKCAATT: 1 (0.52%)

bro_bt: 1 (0.52%)

Buubblecorn_: 1 (0.52%)

CakesMelons / @cakesmelons: 1 (0.52%)

chillkooooo29: 1 (0.52%)

club177174143: 1 (0.52%)

@cornmayor: 1 (0.52%)

dadmareau / @dadmareau: 1 (0.52%)

DevCAT17234205: 1 (0.52%)

@dulltoymaker: 1 (0.52%)

Fiance_owo: 1 (0.52%)

fionaxinyyyy1: 1 (0.52%)

@freshlyepic: 1 (0.52%)

GinXue: 1 (0.52%)

Glitch1e: 1 (0.52%)

godouyu_n (deleted): 1 (0.52%)

GOMADANGO_115: 1 (0.52%)

gull_0e: 1 (0.52%)

heresexymaan: 1 (0.52%)

@hiro-doodlez: 1 (0.52%)

Iden11781: 1 (0.52%)

itikosan: 1 (0.52%)

@j-jumyplace: 1 (0.52%)

just_fenya: 1 (0.52%)

@kalidos: 1 (0.52%)

kanna_kannaoi / @aoi-kanna: 1 (0.52%)

ki51w_UwU: 1 (0.52%)

kinotura12: 1 (0.52%)

@knifewound-13: 1 (0.52%)

kolyvanovich_kolyvan: 1 (0.52%)

komahaku_244: 1 (0.52%)

kurio_ne404: 1 (0.52%)

lami_rin: 1 (0.52%)

Lanli_Shiba / @lanlishiba: 1 (0.52%)

LazyArtz11037: 1 (0.52%)

lv_de_er: 1 (0.52%)

and beyond in reblogs bc of tumblr link limit

additionally, here is a document containing works that I could not find the original artist of

===== Other Statistics =====

here is the spreadsheet I used to organize everything

[bitchlessdino]

chan- your personal knight/guard. been by your side since what feels like practically forever and has protected you against pretty much everything. You both are close but despite knowing him for so many years and being so close you realise you don’t actually know that much about him so on a walk maybe you’re just asking him random questions about him and learning more about him as a person. Somehow the conversations moved from something like his favourite colour to why he’s not settled down and without missing a beat he’s already answered because of you. Queue a love confession from your knight/guard that you reciprocate.

On a regular basis struggling with cheol and chan rot but today felt fluffy- idk i just think chan would be so sweet as your guard like him being super protective like ‘don’t pick that flower it might be poisonous let me check it’ and it’s like a dandelion or somet 😭

anyways just wanted to leave this with you and express how much I love your work!! I hope you have a good rest of your day or evening and genuinely thank you for taking the time to write on here, i truly appreciate the fact you take time out of your own day to read peoples requests and write whatever comes to mind <33

Pairing: royal!reader x bodyguard!chan

Genre: fluff

Word count: 3.1k

tags: royal au, overprotective chan, yearning, childhood au, love confessions, misunderstandings

author note: I forget how much fun fluff can be and I thought this concept was so cute also to the person requesting. I hope you like it. I love taking requests, including this one and i apprecate your kind words so much. we could all use your positivity. ��

You remember when you first met Chan. He was the son of the Head of security that would tend to your father's every public and private safety. In a land ruled by a monarchy, these things were just necessary. You’ve been taught about the value you hold simply because of your bloodline and how you were the most precious there is, you must be protected and guarded at all costs. That’s where Chan came in.

He always claimed to be destined to take on a job much like his father, promising to protect you until the end of your days. That was a huge proclamation for an 8-year-old. He carried a wooden sword wherever he went and always had that big goofy smile on his face. It was his life goal to be strong and dependable like his father, and you believed he one day would.

That was the first and last time you saw him until he was officially appointed your personal bodyguard when he turned 18 years old. You were taking etiquette classes and studying scholarly journals of your country’s history, he trained day and night, mastering every possible martial art to exceed expectations as a protector. He was much different when he returned to you, and much stronger as well. He did not disappoint, but the light in his eyes as a child seemed to have faded, leaving a solemn shell of a man who lives to serve his master.

“Chan!”

He responds promptly. He stands by your side in an instant in proper attire, fit for both professional settings and in case he needs to be active, and meets your eyes. “Yes, your highness.”

“Bake with me.”

He blinks, “Your Highness. Would you not rather have the chefs bake something for you if sweets are what you desire?”

You stare back at him pointedly, crossing your arms, “Are you talking back to me?”

His gaze perks up at the accusation, immediately shaking his head, “No, your high—“

You laugh, doubling over at his panicked expression. “Just kidding. I wanted us to bond! No better bonding than creating delectable pastries. No objections.”

“Yes, your highness.”

He was there whenever you needed him. He never told you ‘no’ and he always did what you told him to. All done with a stone face. He took his duty seriously. He was far from who he used to be, which was probably a given, it had been around a decade. That’s when you executed a plan of action to peel away those layers, hoping to find the cute boy that childishly wanted to blindly protect you. 

It was over time you saw progress, seeing him smile at every comment or the little mistakes you couldn’t help but make (you swear to him you’re normally more graceful than that) when he thinks you aren’t looking. You loved that: making him laugh. He has a beautiful smile. And the more you spent time with him, the more it feels he knows you, even bringing things you need without you even having to ask, but what was it you know about him?

“Chan.”

Right on the dot as always. “Yes, your highness.”

“Walk around the garden with me.” You take his hand before he can even answer and had him trodding beside you out of the palace.

“Please slow down, your highness.”

You practically dragged him, it was necessary given the Palace’s size.

“There is very little daylight left. We must make the most of our day. This is a royal order!” You playfully command.

“It is 3 pm, your highness!”

“Royal order!”

You walk side by side with him taking in the air, the freshly cut grass, and hearing the birds sing their sweet melody. Calling it a beautiful afternoon was an understatement. Even after living in the place you call home for so long, there is more that surprises you. “Doesn’t the sky look extra blue today, Chan?”

He softly grins. “It does, your highness.”

You turn your head, watching the smile slip out of view, “Speaking of which, what is your favorite color, Chan?”

He thinks for a moment. “Blue, actually, your highness.”

You offer him a wide grin. “That suits you very well. I’m glad I know that. How was it that you’ve protected me for so long and I never knew that?”

Chan is quiet at that, not sure how to answer.

“My favorite color is green, or was it purple?” You cross your arms in thought, a single finger tapping against your cheek, “Last week it was pink.”

“It should be yellow, your highness. You decided to wear the yellow two-piece today.”

You look down at your attire and confirm his statement, seeing the pretty outfit you properly picked out the day before with Chan. You twirl, watching how the sun reflects off the expensive fabric, “You’re right. Looks like you know me better than I know myself again, but of course.”

His eyes fill with concern. “Does that make you uncomfortable, your highness?”

“No. Not necessarily. It just feels very one-sided. You know so much about me, but I feel like I know so little about you.” You skip ahead of him and you hear his footsteps catching up.

“I apologize, your highness. I never believed it was necessary information.”

“Of course, it is. How am I supposed to trust you if I know nothing about you?” You pointed out nonchalantly.

“I apologize again, your highness. This was careless of me.”

You turn around and let him stand beside him and push him ahead, “Nevermind that. What’s your favorite food?”

He stumbles slightly but does not let the matter phase him, used to you treating him much like a companion rather than the help, “Barbeque.”

“Favorite animal?”

“Otters.”

“Favorite ice cream flavor?”

“Chocolate.”

“Least favorite thing about me?”

“Nothing.”

“Ah ha–oh.” You tilt your head. “Nothing? Seriously?”

“There is nothing to dislike, your highness, and even if there was, I could not speak out on it. However, there isn’t.”

You blink back at him dubiously, an aggressive finger pointing at his chest, “Are you lying, Chan?”

“Not at all, your highness.”

He would have no reason to lie, you thought. And like he said, if he did, he much rather not answer. You stare at him for a little longer, scanning his frame before simply shrugging and continuing your leisure stroll.

“Hmm, alright. Favorite genre of music?”

“...girl group pop.”

Your eyes widen at that, smiling from ear to ear. “No way! Which group?”

The tips of his ears cause a hue of red, spreading all across his cheeks in an instant. “Apink…”

“Ooo, how refreshing. I would’ve never guessed.”

Chan was relieved to hear such a positive and encouraging response, feeling his hairs falter just a little bit, quite enjoying your company. “It’s very encouraging when I train. They lift my spirits.”

You chortle. “That’s quite endearing of you, Chan. I feel like I’m knowing you way better already.”

“That’s a relief, your highness.”

“What else do you like to do in your free time? You spend most of the day with me, even tend to events with me, but I have no idea what you do for fun?”

He was drawing a blank. What did he do worth mentioning? “Mmm, lots of activities. Such as…”

“Such as?” You egg on.

“Such as–-horseback riding, jousting, martial arts–”

You wave the list off. “Save the pleasantries. I mean real hobbies, ones not instilled by the palace. Things that are actually fun.”

“They are fun, you highness…But I guess I do like dancing.”

You perk up once more, strutting backward to talk while facing him, “Dancing? How lovely! You must show me how you move. This instant!”

He grows flustered, knowing they were still very close to the other guards and staff in the palace. He wasn’t sure he felt about showing off his moves this publicly. “Another time, your highness. I feel rather shy at the moment.”

“Oh, but you must, you must! What do you do? Ballroom? Contemporary? Interpretive–Wha!” You feel yourself trip over a rock, falling backward in slow motion, shutting your eyes for impact, until a strong pair of arms prevent you from collapsing.

“Your highness, are you alright?”

Feeling him pull you against his chest, you stare back into the eyes of your savior. His genuine fright and concern peek through his gaze and he grips your build extra firmly. He instinctively frowns, lips quivering anxiously, sweeping your stray hairs away from your face. You naturally melt in his embrace.

You nod, sighing a breath of relief. “I am fine, Chan. Thank you.”

“Who knows what you could’ve landed on.” His gaze scans over the bed of flowers behind you, vibrant and vivacious, “they could be poisonous for all we know.”

You allow yourself to land back on your feet, turning your gaze on the same bed of flowers. “Those are dandelions.”

Chan feels redder than a tomato in August. How is he constantly embarrassing himself, he thought to himself. “Oh. Well, better safe than sorry. Your Highness.”

You chuckle, infatuated by his thought process. “You truly are something, Lee Chan. Your significant other does not have a boring life with you around.”

“I don’t have a significant other, your highness.” 

“That's strange. I’d say you’re at the age to be married or betrothed. Why aren’t you?” You mention, decidedly walking side by side with him.

“Why, my work is the most important thing in my life. I do not have the time to commit myself to someone other than the royal family.”

You raise a brow, “Your father was married and had two kids by your age. If he could do it, I don’t see how you couldn’t.”

“Now, you’re sounding like my mother,” he jokes.

“She is a wise woman.”

He splays a bittersweet smile. “If I’m being honest, I’ve been given a few opportunities, but I don’t believe they can take the place of the person I hold in my heart. No one will.”

You clap your hands together in excitement. “So you are interested in dating? Tell, good sir. Who is the lucky lad or lass?”

“Someone far worthy than I’ll ever be and deserves more than what I can give them.”

You slightly shove him, finding such an assumption doubtful. “Oh please. You’re strong, you’re kind, you’re handsome…anyone would absolutely be ecstatic to have you.”

Chan felt warm all over, taking your words into careful consideration, “Do you truly mean that, your highness?”

“Are you doubting a royal?” You chuckle, “I do. Tell them. I am sure they would happily return your feelings.”

He halts his steps, and you quickly follow, curious about his abrupt actions, “...You ask me why I am still unwedded and untaken. How would you feel if I said you were the reason?”

“No excuses. You can’t use work as an excuse for your lack of love life.” You wag a finger at him.

“Not like that,” He takes your hand in his, bringing it up in mid-air, thumbing over the pristine skin of your knuckles, “How would you feel if I admitted the person I hold dearest to my heart is you, your Highness?”

A gust of wind takes you by surprise, the fallen flowers and leave being picked up with it and fall around you like a picture-esque scene in a movie. Your heart pounds a million times a minute, staring back in awe at his presence, overflowing with love and sincerity, and your eyes flutter from the breathlessness you feel in your chest and throat. You stare at Chan like the first time you were reunited with him, with pure unadulterated infatuation.

“Me, you say? Well, I’d say I was surprised, flabbergasted,…flattered.”

You feel the heat of your cheeks from the back of your free hand. “And inexplicably flustered.”

You release your hand from his grasp, the lingering sensation of his hand on your skin causing you to clench and release, and your heart easily audibly through your eardrums. You look towards the ground, finding it hard to meet your guard’s eyes. “Your choice of humor is rather brass.”

“Your highness–”

“It’s supper time. I must get going. I will see you back at the palace, Chan.”

You make your grand escape, clutching your frills, shielding your face from others in the palace with your arm before heading u to your room. You collapse against the bed, clutching your burning face in a silk pillow, yelling muffled songs of your fluster, reimagining the majestic look on his face when he confessed his feelings. Deep down you knew there was truth in his words, but how could you normally react to something so abrupt from someone so…admirable.

You embrace your pillow, push down your swelling heart, and smile. Tears of bliss fall to your cheeks and you can’t help but kick your feet like an excited schoolgirl.

You find yourself making glances at Chan when you reunite at the dinner. As usual, he does not have dinner with you but he stays by you for your own protection and eats afterward once you’ve finished. He’d look as solemn as he always did in front of other people. He took his job almost too seriously, sometimes even tasting your meal with a separate spoon in case it was poisoned. You used to laugh at his old-fashioned methods of work, there was technology for that sort of thing now, but you finally understand his devotion to his service. There more to meet the eyes, you realize.

When he follows you all the way up to your room for a night's rest, you part ways. You squirm in his presence, his confession fresh in your mind. “Good night, Chan.”

You are ready to run from him until he calls out to you, hesitancy in his voice. You meet his apologetic gaze, regretful of their last close encounter. He wishes you would not see him any differently, that he was simply a lowly guard and protector to you. His feelings towards you would not have changed regardless of your reaction. He knew his place and that was by your side as a human shield.

“Please take no more than a single thought at my confession today. Do not let it diminish my utmost respect and loyalty to the royal family. Have a good slumber, your highness.”

He retreats to his quarters conveniently not too far from your chambers, standing by the door, he gestures for you to enter your room and you obliged, watching his figure disappear behind your door. You fear that the air had changed between you, and perhaps not for the better. Your sleep would be anything but peaceful that night.

“Your highness, Good morning.”

He stands tall and firm with a smile as wide as a river. He holds beside him a fairly large trunk, gripping it by the handle.

You peer at his figure in worry, and earnest fear. “What is this, Chan?”

“I’ve decided to leave the palace forever. I realize my life was being wasted away taking care of someone who could never love me as much as I love them. So, I’ve taken on a lover of the same status.”

As if by magic a common lady appears, taking him by the arm and nuzzling his nose. They look in love, happy, and a sharp pain would shoot through your heart.

“No.” You chant.

“You will never see my face again. Goodbye. Your Highness.”

“Chan, no.”

The image of their silhouette gets smaller and smaller as they walk further away. You fall to your knees in desperation. “Chan please!”

You sob in your sleeves, hands reaching out to their shirking figures until you can only hear the echoes of your pleas.

“CHAN!”

You sit up from your bed, perspiration dampening your forehead and you are flushed to the touch. Clutching your sheets, you sigh a breath of relief that was only a dream. Soon after, your doors swing open, and a panicked guard in his baby blue nighttime attire runs to claim you, “Your Highness. I’m here. I’m here.”

His strong arms wrap tightly around your frame, soothing strokes to your hair, whispering to you it’d be okay. Your hands instinctively hold on to the fabric of his clothes, squeezing the flesh underneath, drinking in his soap’s scent and noticing how pleasant and just to your taste it was. “I know.”

He pulls you away to stare back at you, scanning you for any signs of danger placed upon you.

“I’m okay,” you reassure, “just a bad nightmare.”

“What foul image betrays you to cause such a reaction? I was ready to spar with whatever evil demon tried kidnapping you.”

He must’ve been still asleep, you assume. His colorful vocabulary, wakes you up delightfully.

“I am fine. I promise. Come, I’ll walk you to the door.”

You push him out of bed, meeting the exit, while your guard’s doubts seep out of him like a fountain. 

“Are you sure? Was it truly just a nightmare? Do you need new sheets? A snack to soothe you?”

“Not at all, all good, my good sir. Good night.”

You attempt to push him out completely but he holds you back from doing so, gripping the rims of the bedroom door. “I just want to assure you’re okay, your highness.”

You fall a little deep into those eyes, perceiving the truth of his word in them. It drove you insane how a simple confession could affect you this much. You brighten up your world, open your eyes, and made you feel alive, just like a person in love does. “I am. Just…don’t go anywhere. Stay right where you are.”

He gives a confused smile, his gaze softening the same way your tone does. “But your highness, you were just pushing me away a few seconds ago—“

You tug against his shirt and your lips for the first time make contact, his plush surface meeting yours seamlessly. Your hands clasp over his cheeks and neck, languidly moving them against him. You slowly process how he reciprocates, holding you to his chest tenderly, savoring your warmth, taste, and how it all excited him. The thin fabric between your body was the only thing to stop you, and the world around you simply disappeared. 

Before you both knew it, you were pulling him back into the bedroom. He’d quickly follow, doesn’t leave until the following morning, carrying out what he only imagined in his dreams, even if it was only for the night. It was the matter of his duty to keep you safe, to keep you happy. And he knew he could make you happy.

[anxiescape]

Celestial Bodies AU: A Battle Between Two Monkeys

*contains major spoilers for Celestial Bodies*

(Also, warning, this is a bit of a long read.)

EDIT: Forgot to mention that I wrote this out to answer a question for @mage-of-words, so I hope this answers it! (The tag isn’t working and I don’t know why 😭)

So, do you guys remember how in JTTW, Wukong and Macaque had that huge fight during the journey, which ended in Macaque’s death? Of course you do.

But did you know that that same battle happens in Celestial Bodies? And that it still results in Macaque’s death?

“But why?” I can hear you asking in despair. “They’re so sweet with each other. They love each other. Wukong legiterally takes on the Jade Emperor for him! Why would they fight? And why would Wukong kill Macaque?”

Well, let’s start at the... not the beginning, per se, but at a significant point in the story, shortly before Wukong was thrown into the Trigram Furnace.

During a talk between Wukong and the Jade Emperor, the Emperor claims that Macaque betrayed Wukong, and told the Celestial Realm all about Wukong’s plans and such during the battle. This isn’t true (the Jade Emperor be bluffin’ here), and Wukong doesn’t want to believe him, but... how else could he have lost?

(Because you’re an overconfident, cocky idiot, Wukong. That’s how you lost. But anyway.)

During his 49 days in the furnace, and his 500 years under the Five-Phases Mountain, Wukong has a long time to think about things. About Macaque, and their relationship, but one thing that keeps coming to his mind is what the Jade Emperor told him about Macaque’s supposed betrayal. This continues to be on his mind, even during the journey.

Now, let’s swap to Macaque’s POV. He has been in a magic-induced sleep since his capture by the Celestial Realm. Pretty fun, right?

Well, the Jade Emperor and Lao Tzu have been at work. Obviously, Macaque was pretty darn useful to them, what with his super-hearing and natural intelligence and all. He was a pretty good fighter, too. Obviously, they want him back. But they’re not going to risk waking him, because then that gives him the chance to escape.

So Lao Tzu has been at work. He has been experimenting—making clones of our celestial moon monkey boi. It took at least a couple hundred years before he succeeded in making one that was actually stable and could survive outside of his laboratory, but he isn’t able to make a spirit to put into them—to give them life.

Now this gets into, like, sci-fi territory, just a little bit. Do y’all know that one episode of Doctor Who, where Amy Pond was replaced by a flesh duplicate? (Uhh... Doctor Who spoilers, by the way. 👀) She was piloting the duplicate from a weird tube/containment pod thing that she was trapped in, and she never even knew that it wasn’t her real body, or that anything was amiss, until she was released from the connection with it.

A very similar thing happens here with Macaque. Using some pretty intense magic seals and spells, Macaque’s mind is connected to the first proper clone. From there, Lao Tzu tries to brainwash him, for lack of a better term. And the “good” thing about these clones is that they are significantly weaker than a celestial monkey. So anytime Macaque tries to break free and escape in one of the clones, he is restrained, and the connection is broken until they are ready to try again. If they fail to restrain the clone and he flees, it is destroyed.

This continues for many, many years—decades, if not centuries—until Macaque’s brain is so messed up that he stops trying to run. Then the real brainwashing can begin. They tell Macaque that Sun Wukong has been captured, and is being held captive by a group of demons and their human master. They tell Macaque that they will allow him to go after Wukong, and if he can free him, then the two monkeys can go live happily ever after—they don’t care about the war anymore.

Obviously, this sounds too good to be true. But Macaque is desperate at this point, and his brain is really confused with all sorts of “false memories” that are left over from the previous “de-comissioned” clones. This poor monkey has suffered through quite a bit of gaslighting, as well. So he eagerly agrees to this plan, and is sent off in search of the scripture pilgrims.

“Woah, woah, wait,” you’re probably thinking. “Why would the Celestial Realm send Macaque after the pilgrims? Don’t they want the scriptures retrieved and all that? Aren’t they on Tripitaka’s side? Kinda?”

Well, yes. But as mentioned before, the Macaque clones are weaker than actual celestial monkeys. They are much easier to kill. So, Lao Tzu and the Jade Emperor’s plan is for Macaque’s clone and Wukong to fight, and for Wukong to kill the clone. Then Wukong will think that Macaque is dead, and he won’t bother to look for him anymore anyway, because obviously he would hate Macaque for attacking his pilgrim brothers, right? And then they can leave Macaque’s sleeping form to rot in its prison cell, forgotten, never to wake and cause trouble for them ever again.

Well, not exactly. Wukong fights the clone, and kills it out of a mixture of rage, exhaustion, and many other overwhelming feelings, and he is distraught. He can’t believe what he has done to the one that he truly loved. And he breaks down.

But luckily, the Buddha is here, and he’s pretty frickin’ cool. He could tell immediately that the clone was not the actual Six-Eared Macaque, and he lets Wukong know this. Mr. All-Knowing here lets Wukong know that Macaque is still in the Celestial Realm, being kept captive under powerful spells and hidden away in Lao Tzu’s tower. This sounds too good to be true, but Wukong is willing to believe it—it’s better than believing that he killed Macaque.

So the journey continues, and eventually comes to an end. And now it’s time for a monkey rescue. Wukong and his awesome pilgrim brothers head back to the Celestial Realm to get Macaque back, and I’m not gonna spoil any of that fun 😈, but it does result in Wukong rescuing Macaque and waking him from his so-called “eternal slumber.”

This is the first time Macaque has “woken up” since his “death” by Wukong’s hands, and the first time he has actually woken up since he was placed under the sleep spell. Macaque tells Wukong about this awful dream that he had where they fought, and Wukong killed him. Wukong is silent.

Macaque’s voice shook as he looked Wukong in the eyes, and fearfully whispered: “It... it wasn’t a dream. Was it?”

Yeah, these monkeys have a lot that they need to work through. But that’s okay. Now they have each other, and all the time in the world to work things out. Together.

The end. 💕

~~~~

Sorry for that info-dump, but I hope you guys enjoy it anyway! Let me know what you think!

Also, you guys can thank Amalgamorph for this wonderful clone-Macaque idea, because I was originally just going to have Macaque straight up die. It was going to be really sad. 😭

[xzjaaihb]

INTRODUCTION TO THIS BLOG:

Literally all you need to know abt me‼️‼️

OK SERIOUSLY THO

Names: uhh i actuals have no idea and never though of a proper online names so anything works, but you can just use Xzja (YES I KNOW ITS LITERALLY JUST KEYBOARD SPAM)

Pronouns: She/he/them (IM GENDERFLUID, RAHHHH)

You don’t have to use tonetags with me, but it’s nice if you do

About mee:

My favourite character ever is trophy ii (UGH I LOVE HIM SO MCUHH🏆‼️‼️‼️)

However other characters I like are: Tissues (ii), Mephone4s (ii), Knife (ii), Darrell (ok ko), Redson (lmk), Mayor (lmk), Porty Mk (lmk), Broker (PHIGHTING!), Banhammer (PHIGHTING!), Rifle/scythe (PHIGHTING!), Pitaya dragon cookie (CROB n CRK), Coffee candy cookie (CROB), Fern (Adventure time),

Favourite colours are: red and yellow

My main oc (also being my Objectsona) is the mp3 thingy in my pfp

Rn I only have one ship I really like, which you’ll probably find out if you took one look at my posts 😥

I’m in a ton of fandoms, being obviously: ii, bfb, tpot, all that object show stuff

BUT OTHER FANDOM BESIDES OBJECT SHOWS ONES AREEE: lmk, ok ko, bee and puppy cat, PHIGHTING!, CRK, CROB, adventure time, and much more that I didn’t list cause I honestly can’t remember

Tagging me in posts:

I don’t mind if you guys tag me in trophy art, honestly I’d like it if you do /nf

Other other stuff:

This account is kinda new in posting, and I’m also kinda new to posting on social media altogether so I’m still a little intimidated by everything 😰

So sadly because of this I may be a little awkward interacting or talking to ya’ll on here (it’s also because I just suck at socialising)

But still I don’t mind chatting with anyone on here even despite that, so if you really want feel free to talk with me or something idk 😭

Other things I post on:

TikTok: N.1Trophyiifan

[covetyou]

you know what I’m comin here to ask about. anything and everything SWAT pls I am 🧎🏻‍♀️😭

the scream I scrumpt (or w/e the kids are saying these days) when I saw three wips for it 😵‍💫

hooooh boy okay. because I love you and you have fed me well lately, I will feed you in return.

nothing left to prove (SWAT Joel x f!reader) readers first time back with Joel post SWAT, navigating change, setting some boundaries, eating some pussy and come play, standard stuff. I have posted snippets before too, when it had a different name.

sweet as cherry wine (SWAT Joel x f!reader) period sex. that's it. BUT this WIP doc also contains stuff for two other SWAT ideas, one which will definitely happen, and one which will probably be shoved into another. (the definite one is Joel x Tess + reader sat in a corner watching and what if she maybe cleans him up with her mouth after, huh, what then)

WIP tag game

there be smut below

you can tell which I've worked on more based on the speech v. description ratio, and if I use proper formatting or not.

[ali-annals]

tomorrow's a flower

Pairing: Cassinette

Rating: G

Genre: Fluff. All the fluff. @flufftober 2023 Day 9: ___ at First Sight. Random Word Generator chose 'Employee'.

WC: 1k exactly

Maribat Taglist (Open): [I'm so sorry I keep forgetting people like my works and join the list and i forget to tag everyone😭] @axis-for-the-dead @jennifer-rose123 @questioning-blob-of-fog @sarcasticbambi

A/N: Thanks to @axis-for-the-dead for betaing and hyping me up!! For @ramos123. Thanks for defending my wifey and me<3 (even if you did laugh at us). Edit: after scrolling through a million messages apparently I mixed my dates up😔 Happy day of birth anyways ig.

I did too much research into late-19th Century French fashion. Ignore any ballet mistakes I made; I forgot everything I once knew. Title inspo here.

Ao3 Masterlist

The sun was shining, the air was crisp with the promise of fall, and the smell of freshly baked goods wafted around the girl casually strolling the aisles of vendors at the autumn market.

Buckets of wildflowers added pops of colour, various species of gourds provided visual texture, and the sound of leaves crunching underneath her light stride put a spring in her step.

Hefting the bag on her back, loaded with goods from the many vendors she’d stopped by, she paused to watch a demonstration by a young woman around her age, who was explaining fashion in the late 19th century. 

Several replica pieces hung on racks in her booth, and a couple women were trying on jackets and bonnets eagerly. 

“Excuse me!” The young woman waved at her, and she walked over, curious. “What’s your name?”

“Cass.”

“Cass, it’s nice to meet you!” the woman smiled warmly, her cheeks a pretty blush from the cool breeze. “I’m Marinette. Would you be my model for the bicycle suit, to demonstrate how well it allowed for mobility?”

Cass nodded. “I do ballet.”

The girl grasped her hands dramatically, eyes practically hearts. “You do?! This is perfect! Thank you so much, Cass! My usual model is out sick today,” she mourned, gathering a pile of clothing and heading towards a small change stall. “Let me know if you need any help. The styles were a lot simpler as the fashions changed and drew inspiration from menswear, but they can still be confusing to someone who doesn’t typically wear antique clothing.” Cass nodded and entered the change stall, leaving her backpack behind Marinette's sales counter before she began to don the old-fashioned garments.

She emerged and looked questioningly at Marinette, who led her to her sales pitch circle.

“Here’s today’s model, Cass, who will show you how flexible the clothing really was!”

Cass started off with some basic stretches, warming up before she attempted grander moves. She preferred her proper ballet attire or looser clothing, but this wasn’t bad. The loose fabric was breathable and not very restrictive, so once she was sufficiently warmed up, she began some simple jumps and movements. 

Marinette continued her spiel as Cass performed one of her favourite dances, the solo from Act I of Don Quixote. It was short, but had jumps, twirls, and kicks, which provided a good range of movements to show off the clothing. 

Cass finished with a professional bow, looking at Marinette during the applause to see if she had liked it. She had a wide-eyed, smiling look on her face, so Cass guessed she had done a good job of promoting Marinette’s work.

Once the demonstration was over, Cass hung around examining the wares of Marinette’s booth. Some half-finished pieces were on display, Marinette showing the process of making historically accurate and comfortable clothing. 

A gorgeously embroidered blouse with many small wildflowers and birds and ladybugs caught her eye, and Cass held it up to herself. Once it was completed, it would be the right size to fit her, she thought.

Marinette came over, her eyes sparkling. “Thank you so much for your demonstration, Cass! I just made at least three sales because of that. Oh, I love this blouse. The embroidery is a pain, but it’s so worth it. The prettiest things always take the longest and hardest to become that way, don’t they,” she mused. “Did anything else catch your eye, that I can get for you?”

Cass shook her head. “Just this.”

“If you give me your contact information, I can let you know when this is completed, if you’re still interested in it. I’ll give it to you for free after the help you’ve been today,” Marinette offered.

Cass pulled out a business card from the depths of her retrieved bag and handed it to Marinette. 

“Will you need me to come in and try it to make sure it fits properly?”

Marinette smiled at her. “I might.”

~~~

Marinette set her pincushion down. “Alright, it’s all done, except for the finishing embroidery.”

“Can I add a flower?” Cass asked.

“Sure, what one do you want?”

“I need to research it first. Can I tell you tomorrow?”

“Okay,” Marinette agreed readily. 

~~~

“Can I add another one?”

“Sure. Do you need to do more research?”

“Yes. Tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow works! Oh, do you want your reference flower back?”

“You keep it.”

“Thanks, Cass. See you tomorrow.”

~~~

“I’m going to miss embroidering these flowers,” Marinette mused as she clipped the loose threads off her latest addition to the blouse’s garden.

“I’ll buy you more,” offered Cass. “You can embroider more of my clothes if you want.”

Marinette laughed. “Thanks, Cass. I appreciate it. Want to add another blossom?”

“Of course. Tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow.”

~~~

“Another?”

“Yes.”

“Tomorrow, then.” ~~~

“Can I-”

“Yes!”

“Tomorrow.”

~~~

“One more?”

“Always,” Marinette grinned. “Tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow.”

~~~

“Hi, Cass! Be with you in a sec!” Marinette called from the depths of her shop the next afternoon, at two on the dot, as usual.

“Okay.”

Cass looked down at the stalk of tiny white flowers in her hand.

Marinette emerged, brushing the curtain to the back room out of her face (the one she always walked into), a smile on her lips.

Cass held out the flower for Marinette’s approval.

“Ooh, a mignonette! This would be pretty by the camellias on the lower right hem,” Marinette mused, pulling out the form with Cass’s blouse on it.

“So, any flower requests for tomorrow?” Marinette asked at the end of their session.

“No.”

Marinette’s smile dimmed a bit. “Oh, okay. Finally done with your garden? It’s actually been fun doing all this embroidery,” she looked at her handiwork sternly.

“Come with me to buy flowers tomorrow,” Cass asked.

“What?”

“I’ll buy you flowers, but you don’t have to embroider them anymore.”

Marinette’s eyes widened. “Are you asking me out?”

Cass nodded firmly. “Go on a date with me. Please?” She pulled out the puppy eyes Damian had perfected.

Marinette grinned widely. “Yes! Of course!”

[statementlou]

would you be willing to elaborate more on this post and your tags? i’m interested to hear your thoughts on this!

OH BOY WOULD I (apparently-- this is so long😭) There are 3 things here: the article quoted in the post, my tags about that, and OPs comments on the article. My tags are about the fact that I honestly felt baffled by what the article of the author was saying, like what the heck do they see as the link between fans saying Harry is gay and Harry playing a gay man in My Policeman, why are they connecting those dots? Are they saying that he chose the role (as it kind of feels like they are) in order to further a sinister agenda of pretending to be queer to keep/gain fans? Or are they simply saying that people who think he's gay will see the role as further evidence of that or something? The OP of the post addresses the fact that the author's weird and confusing takes wouldn't be possible without the idea that a person can queerbait, and disputes that, which I agree with. They point out that this writer (despite being a gay man) apparently believes that closeting is just a personal discomfort issue rather than a necessity for many, rather than something done because systemic discrimination against queer people does in fact still exist. In the next line of the article (not pictured in the post) he speculates that Harry's character in MP "might have thrived in the more permissive era that gave us Styles in a sequined jumpsuit," which seems to confirm that they don't understand that this discrimination still exists (and that the whole point of the movie and Harry's casting in it and just…everything… sailed well over their head), because they apparently simply never considered the possibility that Harry might be doing things associated with being queer because he might, maybe, possibly …be queer?! But instead they go straight to assuming he is "queerbaiting." Which he is not.

Queerbaiting is when the writers of a fictional property lure in queer fans with promises of a product that they have no intention of delivering. Period. But some people see Harry that way! They cast him in the same light as a TV show that can be scripted to fulfill an agenda, saying he's been waving flags, he's dangled promises of a coming out and if he doesn't deliver we have the right to be angry. But unlike a TV show character, his life is REAL and is his own and he owes us only what he actually has sold us; a CD or entry to a show, yes, but not to control the content thereof- he himself IS NOT THE PRODUCT.

But more importantly to me, why do we worry so much about this? Why the panic that someone publicly perceived as straight is "appropriating" queer culture? I do not believe that queerness is a finite commodity to be hoarded, is a territory to be defended or a country club to keep out the rabble; queerness is a gospel to spread. It is a gift that should be freely available to everyone, a door to open, an invitation to liberation to be shared.

As Harry said, we're all a little bit gay aren't we? and as fictional!Louis in one of my favorite fics said, except people who are all the way gay, and as the tumblr post says, wishing you were a lesbian is a symptom of being one; people who are knocking at the doors of gatekept queerness wanting to come in and try out some parts of it… are they straight/cis? Who are we to say so? Seems to me that a desire to act otherwise is in itself enough, is a strong indicator that they are not and the proper response would be to embrace them and celebrate their arrival, to treat them like someone who has escaped oppression and made it across a perilous border to the side of freedom, to join our (demilitarized) ranks. Do we want to be the enforcers of hetereonormativity by insisting that only we special few who have somehow passed the trials and proven ourselves worthy (to who? who gets to decide?) get to occupy the beautiful autonomous zone of queerness, do we want to push everyone else back inside the prison of gender policing and labeling and rules of how they can behave if they show signs of stepping out of line, or do we want to destroy the very idea of that boundary in favor of freedom for everyone? I am not a cop to police the boundaries of queerness, to turn people away at the border, to tell them they aren't enough, to demand they present their most private desires to be judged for validity.

I don't want to mirror the exclusionary scarcity mentality of those who are afraid, I want us to be the ones who show that something else is possible. For there to be more queerness in the world, more freedom, more options than most people in the past or present had and have. Harry has more options and freedom than his MP character had (simply by having money if nothing else), but he still faces difficult choices; the fight is not yet won and if we act like the oppressors, if we choose scarcity over abundance, it never will be. The gates will simply crack to let a few privileged people through and they (like the well off American white cis male writer of that article) will continue to uphold the oppressive norms of a homophobic society, because they are acting from a place of scarcity and gatekeeping. I believe we can do better.

[antlerx-art]

GOOD OMENS 2 EPISODE 1 REACTION - CONTAINS SPOILERS‼️

STARTING IT OMG.

IT’S HIM IT’S LITERALLY HIM I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS???? I MEAN I SUSPECTED IT BUT IN THE FIRST SCENE????

is that the bentley thing he’s using????

ALSO THEY ALREADY KNEW EACH OTHER????? BUT I GUESS ONLY CROWLEY REMEMBERS

“there you go, lovely”😭😭😭

“i’m Aziraphale” / “nice meeting you” AND YOU WON’T TELL US YOUR NAME? MH??

“LOOK AT YOU YOU’RE GORGEOUS.” and aziraphale looking at him oh lord

nah crowley has a point shut up aziraphale

AZIRAPHALE WANTING TO KEEP CROWLEY FROM GETTING INTO TROUBLE AS ALWAYS 😭

THE WING THING NO FUCKING WAY. NO. FUCKING. WAY.

london present day hiiiii HI AZIRAPHALE

noooo WHY IS SHE CRYING

this is so cute i’m going to combust

OHH CROWLEY AND SHAX SCENE i know this by heart

so i guess the something going down in the up is gabriel

“you’ll tell me what i need”???? which is?

frozen peas💀

MAGGIE AND NINAAAAAA (holy shit!)

poor aziraphale NOT THE HUG STOP. WHAT IS THIS. POOR AZIRAPHALE

THE EXTREME SANCTIONS THIS IS CLEVEEEERRR

HERE WE GO another scene i know by heart

“i have no idea what that feels like”sure👍🏻 stay in denial

“I think it’s my brain but i’m not sure” oh i know he’s gonna be the funniest

THE BOX!

“his royal smugness is in trouble that’s so sad” why is this so???? i love crowley

the box is empty well I should’ve expected it

“you’re funny, i love you” okay so gabriel confessed before crowley 😍

“jaaaames long for jim short for gabriel”

aziraphale has A LOT of patience i could never

hi muriel!

TONE OF VOICE? i love them

“BECAUSE THERES A NAKED MAN THERE?”💀

“ANGEL”!!!!!

NOO NINA HAS A PARTNER ☹️

“ASK HIM PROPERLY.” bye i thought it was gonna be some sort of miracle but it’s actually just crowley shouting at jim

WHAT. OHHHH HES MAD HES DEFINITELY MAD

“YOURE ON YOUR OWN WITH THIS ONE”? like crowley is right i also wouldn’t trust him BUT COME ONNNNN

OHH THATS WHEN HE SMOKES AND EXPLODES but the scream is different from the trailer

and nina and maggie are locked in 🫢

FINALLY FOUND OUT HOW MURIEL IS PRONOUNCED

michael acts like my maths teacher

BEELZEBUB HELLOOOOO

THEYRE IN HELL what the. hell?

I KNEW IT i knew they were gonna offer him to become duke of hell

“EXTREME SANCTIONS” again the marketing for this show is great

okay so anyone involved with gabriel’s disappearance will be deleted from existence and crowley is worried about aziraphale

nina and maggie are literally crowley and aziraphale i love them

NO FUCKING WAY THATS GOOD OLD FASHIONED LOVER BOY ITS ACTUALLY IN THE SHOW NOW

so what they’re saying is that *aziraphale* is the one who knew maggie’s great grandmother lol

WAIT all those theories about crowley ringing the bell and then saying “i’m back” being two different scenes because of his position in the room when he was actually just being dramatic and took 20 steps away

A PROPER APOLOGY WITH THE LITTLE DANCE WHAT DO YOU MEAN

apology in 1941? HMM????

WHAT. IS. THIS.

aziraphale and crowley will dance in season two! the actual dance: 🧚🏻‍♂️💃🏻

I want to see every single wrong take of this scene every single blooper

oohhh so that’s why muriel won’t recognize him that’s smart i should’ve considered it

no rapunzel you have to stay here fathers know best ‼️

HEAVEN DEFINITELY DIDN’T NOTICE A THING 👍🏻

I was about to say that even though episodes are shorter than season one you don’t actually notice the difference but maybe I just paused it too many times and it became half an hour longer

tagging @neil-gaiman since he said he was interested in reading live reactions

[poisonioushearts]

The Butler and the Noble(Imposters)

Characters: Xie twins

Female reader

Warnings: Not proof read, cussing

Synopsis/tags: Reader is a wanderer, not an esper, basically a normal person, reader wears a gown for the ball, nicknames 'madame' and 'milady' are used(as well as 'darling')

Notes: If you can't find it, make it -My new motto

Also the twins are both 5'3, they are taller than me by a centimeter I can't 😭✋

I don't know where I was going with this-

Do not repost, reblog only

Word count: 900+ (guesstimate)

Classical music played throughout the large ballroom accompanied by the chatter of those who were there.

Everyone who attended the ball was invited, other than a few who...snuck in...it was filled with the rich folk.

You however were an exception.

You had a normal amount of income, nothing major. In fact the only reason you are here is because you are the plus one of a close friend of yours.

You wouldn't have even been able to go along if her date hadn't broken up with her.

In other words, you were the second choice for the ball. The "backup".

You didn't care that you had that title however, because she was your best friend.

You'd be there for her and her for you.

Which is why you were standing in front of the bathroom mirror, gripping the edge of the sink with quick breaths.

Not because you were nervous, but because the god-damned corset was so tight.

You couldn't breath.

The dress, however, was beautiful.

The gown was made from pale purple and copper colored fabrics. It had a layered skirt with an inverted v-line waist and a elbow-length wide sleeves, with the corset hidden underneath the fabric.

Your friend stood beside you with a hum, patting your back.

"Darling would you like me to loosen the corset for you?"

"No, it'll be fine." You gave her a forced smile, "beauty is pain after all."

She gave you a hesitant look, "Well if you say so." She then turned your chin to face her and she gently adjusted a strand of hair that fell out of the prim and proper style. "You ready?"

You nodded, "As I'll ever be."

Not to far away, the death guard twins were getting prepared for their mission.

This mission is to find some special documents held in the place of the ball.

However they'd cause chaos, in other words, spike the punch and watch as the members fell to the floor unconscious.

They wouldn't be dead. Not exactly...

They whole 'spike the punch' idea was from Xie Yuzhi.

His brother didn't exactly care as long as the job got done, although he would have rather gone with a more discreet approach.

But with his mischievous brother there is bound to be the opposite of discreet.

You smiled as you watched your friend converse with a small group as you stood by the food table.

You swiped a cookie and took a bite, the flavor of the sugar hit your tongue and you were in heaven.

And then you were brought back to reality.

"Would you like a drink?"

You faced the person that spoke to you, and from the looks of it, he was a butler.

He wore the uniform and held drinks on a tray in his hand, a hat a bit far forward on his cropped red hair.

"No thank you." You smiled, "I'm not going to drink tonight. Someone needs to take care of her sober." You joked gesturing to your friend who was already on her third glass of wine.

"Ah." He held a confused glint in his eye as he looked from her to you, and you figured he technically wasn't supposed to speak to the guests.

But technically you were a guest of a guest so it didn't could did it?

"Mmm." You lowly hummed before holding out your hand for him to shake, "I'm [Name]."

He stared at your hand for a second before shaking it, "Xie Chuyi." That name sounds awfully familiar...

Half an hour flew by as you conversed with the man, and you were content because, well, you had at least someone to chat with.

He was also cute and handsome-

But that's beside the point.

"Well I should get back to work. It was nice conversing with you [Name]."

"You as well Chuyi."

You watched as he disappeared in the crowd and you started to walk towards your friend, and you slowed when you realized the song that was playing was a slow song, and you were on the dance floor.

You started to back track, thinking that maybe when the song was over you'd go to her.

Plans were ruined when you made eye contact with a man with cropped white hair, he also seemed to closely resemble... Ah who?

Oh yes! That butler! You wondered if they were siblings as he gave you a large smile, his eyes shining with a mischievous glint.

"May I have this dance Madame?"

You visibly cringed, "Please don't call me Madame I'm not that old." But you still gave him your hand and you danced with the cute stranger.

The dance was silent. Not that awkward however which is what surprised you. It was almost comfortable.

The song ended and he curtsied. "Thank you for letting me have this dance Mi'lady."

You snickered and bowed to the noble, "It was an honor good sir."

He grimaced with a laugh, "Now you make me sound old."

"See?"

You both joked and chatted, making your way over to the food table.

"Yikes that is a classic but the water must have been freezing, especially from it being winter. Did he get sick?"

"No he was fine. The look on his face was priceless I wished I would've taken a picture."

You smiled, "I remember doing that prank to a friend of mine a while back. I actually did in fact get a picture. I can show you if you'd like?"

"Sure! Although I'd say I didn't really take you for the pranking type as a rich person."

"Rich? Oh no thats not me." You responded, pulling out your phone and scrolling through pictures, "I'm not rich, just a plus one. I'm your average citizen of- oh here!" You showed him the picture and he snickered.

"That's a good one."

"May I have your attention please!" The music quieted and you turned your eyes to the host of the party watching as they continued to click the silverware against the glass to get everyone's attention.

The same butler from earlier gave you a small smile as he handed you the glass. "For the toast he explained."

Then he looked to the man next to you and seemed to slightly gesture before he walked away.

"It seems I must be going. Hope we meet again." He winked and rushed off into the crowd.

"A toast...to..." You blocked out the person's words as you stared into the wine glass, making your way to stand by your friend.

Something wasn't right.

You look to your friend's glass, back to yours, and finally to other people's glasses.

Then it hit you.

Ice isn't supposed to be at the bottom.

Something else clicked in your mind and with a gasp, you swiped the drink from your friend's hands. The wine glass slipped from your fingers and shattered upon contact with the floor.

"Oh my- [Name] why did you do that?"

"The punch is spiked."

Her eyes widened, "How did you know-" She stopped and looked around, "oh."

'oh' was right. Everyone around you who drank, which ironically happened to be everyone in the room except you and your friend had started to sway before collapsing onto the floor.

Well, almost everyone. Out of the corner of your eye you spotted a familiar shade of red move and disappear near the door that connected to the hallway.

Bingo.

Against your better judgement and overwhelming sense of curiosity you took a step towards the doors.

Your friend tugged on your wrist, "Where are you going?"

"I have a hunch." You answered honestly, "I think I know who spiked the punch."

"Who?"

"I will explain later. I am just going to see if my suspicions are true." You tugged out of her grip, "Call the police or Esper Union. I'll be...right back."

You didn't hear what she said next because you had already picked up the heavy skirt and started to quickly shuffle towards the doors.

It wasn't very easy because of the godforsaken heels that had been wearing your feet for the past few hours.

You pushed the doors open swiftly before quickening your pace. You had him in your sights.

Your breath hitched when the pain in your heels got worse and you decided for the best to kick off the heels and keep running.

It improved your speed by a ton but your dress was still dragging you behind.

This was a factor you'd just have to deal with because you didn't want to deal with the costs. The literal costs of the dress your friend lent you.

So you sucked it up and made you way through the hall like Cinderella when the clock struck twelve.

Without both heels instead of one-but that's beside the point.

You stopped in front of the door that was at the end of the corridor, the one he must have disappeared behind.

You pressed yourself against the door and steadied your breathing, listening for anything on the other side.

At first there wasn't anything.

And then.

"Have you found the papers?"

"I...found...time..." The other voice was familiar but muffled. You could barley make anything else out.

Eyes darting in the hall you grabbed a vase and dumped out the contents before holding it like you would a bat.

"What am I..." You huffed, "What am I even doing? This is none of my business..." You set the vase down and walked back into the main room, where the police had just arrived.

Truly this is none of your business and concern. And it's about to be.

A week had passed and nothing particular happened.

Unfortunately you forgot about the heels so you couldn't return those.

Currently packing your bags to head to a nearby town, as it was your job to go from place to place and wander.

You took one last look into your cluttered apartment before you shut the door and turned the key.

You feet hit something as you looked down.

It was a small brown box. Odd you weren't expecting anything to be mailed.

You knelt down and brushed your finger against the package, letting your bag fall off your shoulders and sit at your feet.

You took out your pocket knife and swiftly cut the tape before opening it.

On the top was an envelope, and underneath was a familiar pair of heels.

"What?"

Looks like your dance with the twins isn't over yet.

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Reblogs and likes are always appreciated, thank you!

[inquisimer]

Oooh, 5, 8, 7, and 24 for the love your fandom asks! c:

thank you for the ask friend <3

spread some positivity with a "love your fandom" ask!

5. something you see in fics a lot and love

Multiple PCs!! I love when people write "all origins" fics, or double Hawke AUs, or have all the possible Inquisitors show up during DAI. Or when people bring potential PCs from previous games (that weren't actually the HoF or Hawke) and have them show up in later instances! I was just rereading a fic earlier where Cadash is a lyrium smuggler, Trevelyan is a Templar with the Inquisition, etc, an dI love that sort of thing.

7. your favorite tropes to read/write/draw

Oh man oh man oh man, I always struggle to identify "tropes" that I like to write 😂 I suppose canon divergence, is that a trope? I also like enemies/idiots to lovers and Not Actually Unrequited Love

8. you hope more people will come to appreciate ___ (a ship, a trope, an episode, etc)

Platonic ships!! Genfic my beloved 😭💖😭 romance is all well and good, but friendships and non-romantic relationships (my Sibling Bias™️, augh) are just so so so precious to me. Especially in games like DA where the world is constantly ending, what else do you have during the apocalypse besides the people around you? 🥺

24. how has fandom positively impacted your life?

In entirely immeasurable ways😭💖💖 Most of the people I count among my closest friends, I've met via the DA fandom in the past two years. They've supported me and hyped me and helped me face insecurities and self-directed negativity that I never thought I would get through. With them I've found acceptance and community and love that makes me want to crush the distance between us. Speaking of community, that's the other positive impact I've found in fandom! The DA community is alive and well and full of bright and brilliant people. I love the mutual hype, the crazy fan theories, the feeding frenzy that starts every time we get even a scrap of DA4 news. And writing exchanges! What a fun thing to participate in. At the time that I picked up DAI, we were mid-pandemic and I had just moved back home from college and socializing was either nonexistent for safety or hard to find. I'm a true introvert and often at peace with just my own company, but even for me it was a lonely and isolating time. The Tumblr and especially Discord communities I've found here have connected me to Other People more than I've felt since living in college dorms years ago. A lot of that is due to a friend I made by commenting on her fic on ao3 - without her as my guide, I probably would have been too scared to step into the communities that I love so dearly now, or even into the roles I play within those communities. I might not even be posting writing, which is insane! And our first conversation was about, like, the proper way to use hyphens when writing dialogue lol. Anyway the POINT of that is: find your guide! Comment on fics, reblog things with nice tags, reply to posts when you smile and think "wow that's cool" and say that! Accept the awkward first messages of friendship and you'll find a bridge to wonderful places within fandom. Community is what you make of it - if you never talk to anyone, they won't talk to you. But if you reach out and talk to people, in one form or another, there are so many positive, uplifting communities out there to join and enjoy <3 (sorry to proselytize, I just 😭😭 I love it here)

[marsbotz]

(disco elysium anon, wanted to send this separately) (and i'm sorry if this is invasive/whatever, also no pressure to respond to this at all! but if you want to talk more/ask questions then let me know however you'd like, i'm happy to send you a proper message and whatever you need)

anyway my point is: you mentioned a gender clinic referral in a tag and i'm a trans man also in the uk with a lot of experience in that area so i thought this might help in some way 👌🏼

if you've gone through the nhs, the wait times are astronomical (the shortest one is about 15 months, the longest around 62 months). the current legal limit on nhs referrals is a matter of weeks so it's literally criminal but that's another story lmao

if you go on the 'transgenderuk' subreddit there's a pinned post with current wait times and there's a wealth of information and people happy to help with anything from name changes to 3 stage surgery. also the nhs are notorious for just. not referring people to their gender clinics so if you did go through them it may make sense to give them a ring and check they did their job!

if you went through a private gender clinic and haven't heard back in months, 1000% follow up. the longest reply time i've heard is a month or two and the longest appointment wait i've seen is 7 months

lastly: there is another route. it's a lot more popular for transfems to do it, given feminising hormones are legal here but masculinising ones aren't, but transmascs (myself included) can 'diy' hormones, if hormones are the transition route you're after. even after i checked with like... tons and tons of people and different resources i was still terrified but it does work! also i get if a stranger on tumblr dot com doesn't reassure you, but i wanted to let you know about the option because it honestly saved my life and i think more transmascs need to know about this as a route especially those in this hell country lolol

for more info i would recommend the diy hrt wiki, just google that term and it should come up. i should mention though, with this though you're probably going to have to inject yourself which i know isn't for everyone (i used to need to have someone on facetime with me for like 45 minutes hyping me up lol). there is gel available on some sites but it's super expensive. also some sites will have tablets for sale but they don't work to masculinise unfortunately. OH and it's also recommended that you do blood tests semi regularly (once or twice a year) to test sex hormones and some other things like your liver, which you'll probably have to pay for yourself if you diy - in saying this though, the cost of 6 private blood tests, and 3 years worth of T and injection equipment would cost about the same as the initial appointments you need with the more reliable of the 2 private gender clinics. something something seize the means of transition

anyway. this is an absolutely insanely long message and i'm so so sorry if this is too much and too like... invasive but whats the point of having trans resources if you dont share them and whats the point of having a trans community if you dont trans commune 😎🏳️‍⚧️

WHATTTT THSI IS CRAZY THANK U. LOVE YOU. i definitelyyyyy need to look into it all more and start DOING SHITTT bc yeah this stupid fuck country SUCKKKKS. i did go thru nhs and cant afford to do private rn but ill tryyy to chase it :] THANK UUUU this is so so sweet i cld cryyyy 😭😭😭

[writingstuffandmore]

EXO Mafia Yandere Poly Au Reaction

Pairing:- OT9 x fem reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff (at end)

AU!: Mafia, Yandere

Warning: mentions of swearing, curse words, killing

Requested: Yes

A/N: I am so sorry for the huge delay 😭😭 I hope you will like it and also.. I did some research for the type of Yandere. Please forgive me for any error.. I hope you enjoy it! A small reminder this is just my portrayal of them for fiction purpose..

Also since Chen is married I haven't mentioned his name.

Tagging: @finding-galaxys @changshapatrol @bbhmystar @atiny-exol

It's been two months. Two freaken months, since this has began. The cold shoulders and responses at first you can get their small smiles, eye smiles which held so much of warmth but now it's nothing! It feels as if it's just you living on this mansion all alone with a bunch servants who are your only family. Who have been the only ones taking care of you no matter who much work they have.

It was too much for you to handle, you had planned to talk to them but how and when yet you knew it was necessary not only for you but for the little angel who was about to come in a few months. By some miracle you were getting your answers the very next day.

The next day you woke up with slight headache due to the amount of tears shed, slightly brushing your teeth and then gargling with lukewarm water you came out of the room only to be hit with a totally rich aroma of food and fragrance of roses along with soft music playing in the background. You really thought that you had died because for the past almost two months the house was eerily quiet and such sudden noise was rather quite scary frankly to be said, it was a gentle tap and your name being called did you turn to see Kyungsoo and Suho standing with soft smiles plastered on their faces.

As you saw them, the first reaction was to go and hug them tightly but as you were so upset for the this all time, you coldly greeted them before going to the kitchen. Both Kyungsoo and Suho exchanged a glance before following you thinking that it maybe because of the hormones.

Kyungsoo: Hey, babe. Both me and hyung prepared this food for you and don’t worry, i had spoken to the doctor as well as the pediatrician, so its completely safe for you to eat.

Y/N (coldly): Thank you but i can’t anything for now except for a slice or two of bread as i feel nauseous and might vomit but maybe later on i might try to eat. You have food, i will leave.

Xiumin who just came back with Chanyeol after buying some milkshakes, fresh fruit juices, fruits and medicines for you were all stunned when they heard this conversation exchange and the way you left with a small plate carrying two slices without greeting them. Chanyeol aggressively rubbed his temples before plopping on the ouch loudly with the others.

Chanyeol: What just happened? Is it because of her raging horm-

Xiumin: Its more than that. There is something which is bothering her and especially due to lack of our presence both in staying here and having a decent conversation, might be adding fuel to her frustration.

The others nodded to his response and that’s when Ms Dia the head house in charge entered the living room. She saw the gentlemen sitting, greeted them, asked them about their work and was about to leave before Suho stopped her.

Suho: Dia aunty, what has happened to Y/N? Is everything okay? is the baby troubling her or something?

Ms Dia: Son, the baby developing may at times troubles every mother, its only when  it creates serious issues for the mother, we have to look in. Anyways, Its more than the changes of hormones and baby troubling. The problem is you all.

Them: US???????

Ms Dia slightly nodded before speaking: Yes, you all. Do you guys realize how long its been since you had a proper food at the dining with Y/N or having a  conversation with her asking about how is she feeling, maybe spending like 2 mins out of your busy schedule. Nothing, did you do. As much as rude i am being sounding but that’s not how things work especially if you have a woman whose carrying your own child in question. As much as it sounds a sweet and happy stuff which it really is but it becomes really exhaustive for the mother in question. Its not just about her mood change, or food cravings its more than the bullshit seen in the movies and tv shows. My only suggestion would be that give her 10 mins and then talk to her but please let her do the whole monotone as only then you would understand.

The all four nodded and thanked her before planning something for you.

Chanyeol: I am getting angry and i might go and punch someone. 

Kyungsoo: Yah! as much as i wanna hate to admit but god damn it, its our own fault. 

Suho: I know a way.

After an hour, these four knocked at your room’s door and you didn’t had the option to say no because you too wanted your answers,Therefore, you called them in while trying to busing yourself in the novel in your hand. 

Xiumin: Hey princess!! I missed you so much! I missed your hugs especially being your Minnie.

You had a small smile appearing but you quickly let it down and hmmed at his response.

Suho: Are you still angry with us? Say something.

What does he mean by still? and this furthered angered you. Not so gently you placed the book on the bed before coldly glaring at them.

Y/N: What do you guys want now? If its for food. I told you I will have it when I feel be-

Suho: Even you know this not the conversation we all our looking forward to.

Y/N: Then, I don’t know what do you wanna know then? I am alive and so is the baby and thats all what its matters in this household right?

Chanyeol: Oh come on Y-

Kyungsoo (cut off Chanyeol’s sentence): Its a priority baby along with your health and happ-

Y/N: If you all mattered my happiness then, this wouldn’t have happened. I get that working as a mafia is a serious profession with responsibilities and duties on another level but what did I ask you guys in whole these months even in my pregnancy? Nothing!! I didn’t expected anything because I knew what was happening. Even my health got deteriorated, sleep got affected I didn’t say anything because I knew you had too much on plate. You all were physically and emotionally more drained. The only thing I asked was if we could spend like 5 mins together out of the 24 hours. Was it too much? If then 10 seconds or probably 5 seconds were enough for me. What did i get in return nothing except for cold shoulders, cold responses, not a single look given at me felt loved or warmth. Thats why i separated myself but I couldn’t do well but thankfully I had Dia aunty or else i would have di-

Kyungsoo: Don’t you dare to complete that shit babe. You know well how bad and crazy we can go even if someone tries to even think about you at the first place.

Y/N: But this didn’t help me at all. I would just ask one thing from you, take your time before answering me. Do you want.. no wait, Do you want both me and the baby?

This sentence was powerful enough for them to feel that the land below their feet has had gone before long, bringing tears to their eyes and making them cry.

All of them: We are so sorry Y/N. Please... We didn’t meant to do what has happened. I-If you w-want you c-could leave us because we don’t deserve you. Just remember that if you leave us none of us would be alive. We are sorry and w-we l-love you.

Okay, now you are too are crying and is being emotional. 

Y/N: I-I am sor-

Xiumin: You don’t need to apologize baby. Maybe, at least through this we all kept our feelings on the table and this strengthened our bond right?

Xiumin gently rubbed your back before kissing your forehead.

Chanyeol: Hey, lets eat food now.

You then heard an ear deafening scream, turning all the heads towards the source. 

Baekhyun: I am sorry but I just a lizard on that stupid wall! I will ask someone to sh-

Lay: Idiot, you can’t say this in front of someone who is pregnant.

Baekhyun: But our child will carry o- Okay, I am sorry.

Lay looked at you with a soft smile before kissing your nose and the womb: Hey, my two beautiful angels. I am extremely sorry for the emotional trouble you too had to carry but here i am with a small surprise just for you. Can you guess for us angel?

You nodded but couldn’t come up with anything. Your cute confused look made all of them giggle.

Baekhyun: The surprise is that we all our going for a month’s vacation to your favourite beach. We are leaving tomorrow morning which is exactly like 12-14 hours from now but don’t worry. The closet and wardrobe would be there. Only your essentials would be kept.

You squealed in happiness and was about to jump before Lay stopped you.

Lay : Princess, you have to be careful especially this floor isn’t meant for jumping. Also, Kai and Sehun would directly join at the resort after completing the tasks.

You couldn’t be more happier, maybe it does require some efforts and confrontation but the results are worth off. Here, you were happy by looking at the new affection side after your pregnancy reveal but at the same time you have unlocked their new side of clingy behavior type. Good luck with that!!

You may ask why the other two boys are joining directly at the resort because they have to kill all the people who posed a threat to you and especially that bodyguard of yours who kept you company while they were busy. Damn, it was such a frustrating for not to shoot him right then and there but the things you do in love. Especially for the person whom you love crazily!