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jezabatlovesbats · 2 years

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Day 26 of the Unitober challenge is a free day. So, here goes…

Back in the year of 2017, when the Mario & Luigi: Superstar Saga remake was released and Minecraft: Story Mode was still pretty big, I was young and ambitious, and I wanted to be a video game developer. I took a computer class at my junior high school to learn the basics of it, but as the school year went by, I realized that I didn’t exactly have what it took. Coding wasn’t something I could easily learn.

And that’s okay. I found something better to be passionate about in life when this show first aired.

The very first episode of Unikitty aired on October 27, 2017, right before Halloween. Right afterwards, in November and December, the second and third episodes aired. No Day Like Snow Day was my first episode; I watched it when it first came out. Later, on New Years’ Day 2018, the show officially premiered, and let me tell you what happened then.

I fell in love with the show, its characters, its wackiness, and pretty much everything else about it really quickly.

What exactly was the appeal? Well, earlier in my life, when I was about 9 or 10, I was into the Lego Movie. Who was my favorite character? Who do you think? OG Unikitty was the only LEGO Movie character I remember trying to draw. There was just something about her that made me feel sweet inside. I used to ship her with an “OC” (if you can even call it that) named “Horsepuppy,” which was basically just a horse-dog hybrid with no personality. Other “characters” from that time were “Pegabunny,” “Turtlebird” and “Geckofly”. They didn’t have personalities either.

So, that’s where that came from. A few days after the show dropped episodes 4-9, I started writing a dumb little fanfiction called “Broken and Frozen.” The very first draft began with an edgy, sad poem written by my first OC, Germafrost, as the prologue. That fanfiction has gone through many drafts and has morphed into an idea for a series. A week or so after I started writing it, I began to write random things in my notes app, pretending to have a Wattpad account because I didn’t have one yet but wanted it badly.

Unikitty was what I would write about 90% of the time, although I occasionally talked about Minecraft: Story Mode stuff and other things. As the months went by, I came up with more ideas and more OCs. I drew fanart, made not-so-cool memes (all but one), talked about other people’s fanarts, talked a bit about what went on in my life, and squealed over Foxodile. It took me a while to squeal over Frock as well, but I’m happy to say that I did! I also came up with a bunch of episode ideas, but I’m not all that serious about them. There are so many more things I wrote in my Notes out of my love for the show.

Eventually, I did get a Wattpad account and a DeviantArt account as well. You can find plenty of Unikitty-related posts and artwork there.

A lot of the ideas I thought up for my fanmade characters are still canon about them today. Other ideas, I’ve let go of. And there are a LOT of ideas I had to scrap.

I got the Sparkle Party DVD in September of 2018, and it’s now a personal treasure of mine.

Even though this show might be over now, I hope that people will still continue to talk about it. This show means the world to me and that is a fact. It’s inspired me to keep drawing to make my art skills the best they can be. It’s also inspired me to check out other cartoons, like Teen Titans and Mao Mao: Heroes of Pure Heart. Though I’ve definitely hit some bumps along the way like anybody would (there are things I’ve done that I regret doing a LOT), I am feeling great about myself and my artistic abilities.

At times when I felt sad, angry, or doubtful of myself, I’d watch Unikitty to pick myself back up. I mean, the whole message of the show is to believe in yourself and stay positive, so it was there for me when I needed it.

Being in this show’s fandom has helped me grow into a better person, and watching this show has let me think about my outlook on life. Watching Unikitty and her friends spread happiness to other people when they need it and help each other gave me the thought that maybe the world didn’t need to be a miserable place. I didn’t have to live my life in sadness. I wanted to focus more on the things that brought me joy. And the more I did that, the more I felt better for it.

One of the best parts about the show that the characters are all perfectly happy being themselves. They have flaws, but they accept them and let nothing get in their way. The best part of it is that no one judges them for expressing themselves. Seeing this, I felt a little less self-conscious about the kind of person I was. I’ve always liked to post super weird stuff.

I love shows with deep messages, realistic character growth and an overarching story as much as the next guy, but sometimes, you just need to loosen up and laugh a little. That’s exactly what Unikitty wants us to do, and it’s great at making us laugh. I’ve surely done that.

This show has been with me since I was in 7th grade. I’m a high school senior now. There’s still a very special place in my heart for Unikitty. I still love it so very much.

In 2020, I drew this pic to give the show a big, grateful hug.

And once more, I’d like to say:

Unikitty, thank you for brightening mine and practically everyone else’s days with bubbly happiness, fun adventures and lots and lots of sparkle matter. People like you are the kinds of friends that not everyone is so lucky to have. I’m grateful that you’re there for other people when you need to be and that you understand what makes them happy. The show wouldn’t be the same if you weren’t the star.

Puppycorn, thank you for being such an adorable and funny young pup. You sure are charming. You provided many hilarious moments that I enjoyed watching. If I met you, I’d ask, “Can I give you a hug?”

Dr. Fox, thank you for your smarts and your loyalty. You always come through for your friends, and when you and your friends are or could be in danger, you do your best to get out of it. The costume I wore for the school play back in 7th grade looked a lot like you, and because of that, you’re the character I’ve always wanted to cosplay. I’m finally doing it for Halloween this year! You’re also super “attractive in the form of endearment or charm,” which is called being “cute” in everyday speech.

Hawkodile, thank you for being such a trustworthy bodyguard and a radical action hero, as you call yourself. You’re always there for the gang when they need you, and you try your best to overcome your fears. You’re such a sweet and selfless guy.

Richard, thank you for keeping the castle and the Unikingdom as a whole from falling apart. You are pretty boring by most people’s standards, but if it weren’t for you, the kingdom would be a destroyed cesspool of chaos by now. Unikitty and her friends are lucky to have you. Come what may, but I’ll support you no matter what.

Master Frown, thank you for being such an amazing and very hilarious villain. I love watching you make mischief anywhere you could. As Unikitty told you, you might be a huge grumpy-grouch, but that’s cool with me. Besides, it’s one of the things that make you who I know and love.

Brock, thank you for your lovable nature and how you’re such a good friend. You make me happy with how funny you can also be. You and Master Frown have a very healthy relationship, and it’s pleasing to see because of how good you guys are at working through problems. I also like you because of your easygoing nature and your lenience. I’d totally try one of your cookies, too.

I would also like to thank all of the other villains, heroes and characters in the show for being awesome and the people who worked on the show for making them so awesome. They all played a part in entertaining 12-year-old to present me, and I’m the most grateful I possibly can be for that.

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This show has taught me things about happiness, life and self-expression. My heart goes out to Lynn, to Ed, to Aaron, Phil, Christopher, Dan, Roy, Jill and Sam. I would also like to give my heart’s deepest thanks to @careeningle, to Brock, Casey, Bill, Adriel, Neil, Andrea and Anna for their hard work. A very special thanks to the incredible voice talents of Tara, Grey, Kate, Roger, Eric, Michael, Keith, and all of the other talented VAs who lent their voices to the show. Finally, a very, VERY special thanks to every single other person who was involved with Unikitty and made it as fantastic as it is. You each poured thousands of hours into something amazing.

I would also like to send my love to all my fellow Unikitty fans. Thank you guys as well! You all are so awesome, and you can reblog this post and explain why you love Unikitty if you want to. We’ve all gotta celebrate if we feel we should.

I wish you all bright futures and nothing but the best. Stay positive. 💖

All my love,

Jezabat 🦇

(Hailey W.)

#Unikitty!#Unikittytober #my thoughts #important #Youtube #i love bats and also queue

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sab3rto0thed · 2 months

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they live in a house―two houses, actually, in los angeles. they are supposed to be actors, their skin a monument to the gods above, a holier-than-thou exhibit that they get away with better than the formally religious people in my life.

i simmered all summer before they left, picking the legs off of spiders and talking about kissing. this was before i wore my tall socks, and after i stopped asking for money―the belt was my best feature. it narrowed my waist and made me helpless. i floundered like a girl at sea.

all of the boys i have kissed, at least, are starkly transparent with me. they say shit like "no one has ever looked at me the way you do when i touch you―" i am stretched across my bedroom floor, various pieces of flesh tapered to the wall. it is a fucking crime scene in here. it's awful, he says. my eyes are so wide and i am always trying to push him away―stop it, stop it. i am fifteen. i want you to leave.

i tell everyone that will listen about this. i show them the nails i stitched underneath the skin in my wrists, an arts-and-crafts projects that took nearly two decades to finish. it was decided before i was born what i was going to be: resolutely, absolutely fucked. in return, you tell them all about my mom―how we shove each other in the hallway, how i steal her hard liquor and drink until i black out in my bed instead of going to class, how she wishes i was dead. there are no secrets with me.

and the second one, who kept trying to press his knuckles up against my thighs, with the waist that was thinner than mine―he bought me a baja blast before he abandoned me at my doorstep, which was probably the kindest thing a boy has ever done for me. i never let him see my tits and he never made me touch his cock, so we called it even. i mocked him as my boyfriend and he bought me mcdonald's and lied to my face―he loved lying, up until the very end. he taught me everything i know. that was how i knew it was over. in two years, it was the first truth he had ever told me. it was also the last.

his girlfriend takes my starbucks applications. she fucking hates my guts in very apathetic means―she doesn't want me dead in any particular way, but if she saw my face on the news, she wouldn't even blink. she would think: that bitch had it coming. i am a meddler, a mockery. i bludgeon myself in my bedroom until my gums bleed.

her mother makes her cocktails when she pleads. at parties, she finds a corner to get high in at all times, like she is scouting out the area. (we do this differently. after the first time, i always need an escape route.) whenever she has sex with the boys i love, they don't make her plead like they do me. i am a master at comforting her leftovers, wiping their tears, trembling when i unzip their jeans. when i sat alone in grade school, her mother sat with me and told me that her daughter struggles with being lonely, too. we have been tethered since day one. i tell her about a song and she tells me to rot in hell.

i see her in most of the women i find comforting―a smile, a sly word, a lock of hair, a nose ring. that expression, holier-than-thou, her skin flecked with paint. jesus died on the cross for girls like her, and i am incomparable. even if i wasn't fundamentally fucked up, a liar and a thief, i still would be nothing compared to her. i set my head on fire and burn at the stake. i am never going to be anything. i will never have my own car or a decent bleach job, or a list of boys volunteering to fuck me in the backs of their cars. i can't be her.

the third was the best in his own polite way―he took me on three dates first, at least, and he tried to pay for everything. i think the way his mother raised him wouldn't allow him not to―he gave me forty dollars every time we kissed, because if he didn't, his guilt would eat him alive.

guilt is stupid. guilt is reckless. i don't feel guilty for a single thing i do. my cat has cancer, and although i could scrounge up the three thousand dollars he needs to survive another year, i will not. i blinked back tears the entire way home―"if i don't do it," i told my grandma, "then i'll have killed the one thing in the world that trusts me the most."

i have grown out of having most of those fits. i carry no guilt, which sobered him up really quick. the first few times i left him hanging he could pass―and i did try to warn him about me. it's not my fault that he didn't listen. i told him very plainly, in the best english i could manage. i can't have sex. i get all shaky, my head fucks up. my arms bend the wrong way. i can't do it, baby.

he found someone else to fuck. my friends say she has the face of a frog and my family all thinks she's a whore, but i actually liked her quite a bit. it was a learning curve, because she thought i was untouchable―you know, scouting for spots to smoke weed, a good bleach job, my own car. and i never begged. i couldn't help but pity her, because she was just like me before i had become what i am now.

i have never been untouchable, although i think part of the key to being untouchable is to do things with your entire chest―lie, laugh, linger. worship no one, and make sure no girl is grabbing the crystals on your neck. don't let them into your bedroom. don't let them push you over. lie about the significance of others, including them.

he tried really hard. i am an expert in the art of coercion―it's not something i practice, but i applaud the art. when it's well-done, it's a really lovely thing. it'll stop your breathing for at least six months. he was awful at it. he tried to guilt me―i am guiltless. it is hard to be invincible―pretend-invincible, whatever―when you are afraid. so i said, alright, whatever. we fucked. i bled all over the sheets, and i made him ache all over again. he hated me―in the end, they all do.

i told you, i said softly, when i was pulling my clothes back on. this is how i am. this is how it is. i am irreversibly fucked up. you owe me more gas money. a month later, he broke up with me―he didn't tell me that he was fucking that other girl, but he didn't have to. i knew exactly where my cunning charm stopped. he had passed the line a while ago.

his ex-girlfriend was the one point of kindness in my life. before all of this, she had been the only decent person in the world to me―the one who sat me down at parks, who noticed when i was quiet in a group. this was the girl who held me in doorways and steadied my legs, the girl who didn't let me eat alone at lunch even though she didn't know my last name. we were barely friends, and i hated her smile, because it was the loveliest thing i had ever seen―i was never lovely.

i am sorry, because i know he pushed her the same way he pushed me. he is awful at coercion―we both knew it. we both gave in anyway. there are not many things that are the same about her and i, but we do share this. the closed throats, the fumbling while friends are in the room, the shaded eyes. i think the biggest thing is, she learned to say no. i was always a little more pathetic.

and this is what i do―i lie, i linger. i broke the crystal necklace she made for my birthday. i ruin things, a natural gift. i wander the street at night until my throat is too heavy to hold it in anymore. i used to lay on my floor and scream into the carpet, because there was just something so wrong about me. i was twisted inside.

intimacy is not a love language, not to me. i try my best to stay away. i do things perfectly, in a structural pattern. cargo pants and the shirt a girl i loved gave me. i wash my hair, i simmer in the summer, i lay in only a bra by my open window in the evening. i write love letters to girls whose names i don't dare speak anymore.

there is a small thing called redemption. i grew out of los angeles. i try not to think too hard about my face on the news. one of my best friend always wants to see me when she comes home from college―i am one of the first faces she thinks of, she tells me. we talk about books in her bed―time loops and lovers and butterflies. she tells me that all boys push. if anyone ever pushed her, i would knock all of their teeth out.

it's not that she protects me, exactly. it's just that she lets me sleep in her bed―she talks on the phone with me for an hour whenever i get bad news. she thinks better of me than just a girl with a pair of scissors and a vengeance―she was one of the first people to make me a person. when she leaves, she leaves me alone in her bedroom. i study the snow outside of her window, the passport carefully laid by her mattress. it's not that she protects me, but she does give me room to breathe.

this is how it is now―room to breathe. i have all of those things now, time loops and butterflies and lovers. my friends take pictures of the moths on my hands. they trace the lines of my new tattoo and they beam at me when they see my car, the one i never thought i would get to buy. (i did.) in may, i will drive it to utah and my aunt will give me a good bleach job, and then we will get cherry-cinnamon cokes.

i have been lonely for so long. i don't do anything slowly, and my tests are more like battles. i was telling a boy about the placement of my tattoo―how i used to crush jagged pieces of glass in my bedroom at night, hoping so hard to bleed out. he told me he would never have guessed, but he is glad i am still breathing. sometimes, it is hard to believe that not everyone sees the same suicidal teenage girl with the hollows underneath her eyes. sometimes i still see her in the mirror, and i am sick in her memory. no one is protecting her.

someone once told me―if it is an emergency, call. this man does not want to see my face on the news. and it is not as if he is exactly protecting me, either. but he reads everything i write, no matter how awful i think it is. he lets me hug him in the middle of winter, because we couldn't do this last year―he was gone last year, and i was awful. he helps me with scholarships and college applications. i know he would drop everything if i asked him to, if i needed him to. i told him about my dying cat, because if anyone knew the right thing to say, he would. it is so hard for me to have faith in others―when it comes to him, i hold fast. we are writers, english majors, a little reckless. i'm afraid i might love him until the day he dies. infinity has never been an option for me.

a friend was driving me home a few weeks ago. i was giving him all of these truths about me―i am trying to be more honest, you know. he told me he doesn't want to sleep with me―i told him i don't want to sleep with him, either. i just act like i do. we exchanged very soft looks, like the beginning of understanding. he sees when i am tired. very rarely has anyone ever been good at that without months of hard work―i am not a very easy person to love, i don't think. i lie a lot.

when this all started, four years before, it was my cat who i was staying alive for. he would hear me crying in my room in the middle of the night and meow at my door until i let him in. we would sit on my floor and i would hold him, wrap my arms around him and sob into his fur. he hated being held like that, but he let me―we've been best friends for a long time. and i know infinity has never been an option for me. but if anything were to be infinity, it would be those nights with the closest thing i have ever had to a home. we would lay in the dark, watching the sun rise from my bed. he would head butt my chin. i would kiss him right between the eyes.

he cries whenever i'm at work. i've never had a love like that. i know life will go on. but sometimes i still simmer in the summer, and i don't know what i am going to do this summer, when there is no one for me to hold at five in the morning. it is hard to grasp sometimes, but everything changes. growing pains are not unique to me, but i don't think they will ever stop hurting.

i will never go to los angeles. i will never be a great actor, holier-than-thou. and i am trying―every day, i am trying―to be more of a person. sometimes, the truth of that simply has to be enough.

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project-revise · 2 months

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Regarding the future of this blog

tl,dr; I don't feel like I'm in a place where I'm actually ready to share the stuff I'm working on yet, and the state of my mental health is making posting art and ideas online more anxiety-provoking than it's worth for me.

Also, AI art scraping(since Tumblr is getting in on that now...) and everything associated with it is a headache I don't want to deal with until I have observed the way it affects the online art world going forward.

I don't want to leave my old works online until I'm ready to decide whether I want to play the game going forward now that the rules have been fundamentally changed.

(This is why we can't have nice things.)

So, my mental health hasn't been in a great place since last year. It's been getting harder and harder to create art at all, and for a few months now I simply haven't created much of anything at all.

Just having this blog exist and knowing that I haven't been posting to it has been a source of stress for me.

The fact that Tumblr is now working on stuff related to AI art scraping isn't helping at all. Fun fact: AI related bullshit is why I didn't leave my deviantART gallery up when I left the platform! I came here to avoid that, and now that it's here too, I'm even less enthused about trying to do much on Tumblr.

It's not the only reason I'm reluctant to maintain much of an online presence right now, but it is one of many. I don't want my janky WIPs hanging over my head years from now for whatever reason, I don't want to keep having a stake in an online setting in which data scraping and personal privacy violations are gleefully the norm, I don't want my mental health to continue suffering... I want to step back and reevaluate how things have changed since I first started using the internet nearly 17 years ago and then decide what to do going forward.

I don't plan to stop creating altogether. I still want to write and illustrate a story when I'm feeling better. I'm just not in a place where I can handle posting my art or ideas online right now; even if I were, I'm coming more and more to the conclusion that whatever Revise and its characters could be in the future, it's not currently in a place where I'm comfortable sharing it.

And for the sake of clarity: my primary issue with AI art technology is the lack of artists' consent to having their images used in third-party data sets. It's how the tool is being used by some people that frustrates me; it's the same frustration of experiencing art theft turned up to a scale of 11 and right now it's hard to tell exactly how things will change going forward.

Right now, that extra stress is the straw that breaks the camel's back. It's gotten to the point where I'd frankly rather not share my art in public online spaces at all.

If sharing thoughts on my project while it's still a heavy work in progress means that it could get stolen or that the image of the end result will be negatively impacted, then I'd rather keep it private until I'm actually ready to share it in a more complete form.

Am I being needlessly paranoid? Probably.

But the fact remains that posting art online stresses me out and after giving it some thought, I've come to the conclusion that for me, it's just not worth it. Not right now.

Thank you to those of you who have actually expressed interest in my work; it means a lot. But for now, I need to step back. Maybe in another time in another place, I'll be able to share my works again - for now, it's goodbye.

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perigem04 · 7 months

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Happy Pure Heroine day to all those who celebrate 🥳🥳

I genuinely love this album so fucking much OH MY GOD, I could go for hours and hours about it so here’s some posting/rambling about it for it’s 10th birthday!!

I was 8 when this album first came out and “Royals” was my shit. I loved whenever they played it on the radio and knew all the words. When Covid happened and I was in my sophomore year of high school (16 y.o. For everybody not in the states) I listened to all of Pure Heroine and Melodrama to have something new to listen to in art class and I fell IN LOVE HOLY SHIT. On my first listen through, my favorite song was “Buzzcut Season” but after listening on repeat it’s solidly “A World Alone” and “400 Lux” is my go-to shower song :^)

SONG ANALYSIS

Here’s some explanations for each of the songs (at least in my interpretation) for all of y’all that are wondering about the album’s thematic content:

Tennis Court: Referring to both a literal tennis court as well as Lorde’s reflection on her rising fame. Ella has said in interviews that the song doesn’t have a definite meaning but I like to think of it as a bit of a reference to the tennis court oath of the French Revolution: When all those in the third estate swore that they would not disband until there was a written constitution in France. With the way the song talks about staying together in the face of change it makes sense both in a historical context as well as in an adolescent one

400 Lux :A song about young love and an unspoken crush. The idea of wanting to waste time with someone you love. This is the most “I am a teenager doing things” song of this album and I love it so much. Talking about sneaking out, lying in the street, drinking orange juice, and talking in the car but having so many things left unsaid ex. “And I like you” I just love this song so so much! Fun fact: the beat in the back sounds like the ticking of a clock, referencing the first line, “We’re never done with killing time”

Royals: AAAA I LOVE THIS SONG SO FUCKING MUCH (*´∀｀*) Essentially talking about how Ella doesn’t view herself as a “traditional” celebrity in a sense, not indulging in typical materialistic affairs ex. Blood stains, ball gowns, trashing the hotel rooms. As well as how she isn’t viewed as a celebrity in her home country of New Zealand, allowing her to establish her persona of a down to earth, brooding girl, ahead of her time

Ribs: PEAK SONGWRITING <333. About Ella’s first house party and the quiet aftermath of it, there’s such a sense of fear and fragility that permeates the entire song. So much emphasis is placed in the idea that this excess, this partying, cannot cure the bittersweet horror of growing up. There is a yearning for childhood and simpler times “Sharing beds like little kids/ laughing till our ribs get tough/ but that will never be enough” but also the understanding that you will never relive them but also transform those actions as you age

Buzzcut Season: Ella’s reflection on her teenage years in New Zealand. Paired with “Team” this very much so seems like the escapist aspect of being an adolescent, trying to shy away from the uncomfortable aspects of your life “Explosions on TV/ upon the news they try to tell us all that we will lose” in favor of peace, “now we live beside the pool where everything is good/I’ll never go home again”

Team : A meditation on teenage life in New Zealand once More, though with a bit more of a realistic tone paired with the sharp wit shown in “Royals.” Ella revels in the life she lives in, “We live in cities you’ll never see on screen/Not very pretty but we sure know how to run free.” There is love in the little things, such as the imperfections of the teenage body “A hundred jewels between teeth/[boys with] skin in craters like the moon” can refer to teenagers having braces/retainers and acne. The camaraderie from “Tennis Court” is present here as well, with the idea that Ella and her friends will stick together, not needing the glamour and excess talked about in “Royals”

Glory and Gore : A song about the violence of being a teenager, though done in a satirical Hunger Games-esque way. To me this song very much so refers to the clan-like mentalities a lot of teens have when developing their friend groups or being evolved in cliques

Still Sane: Fame critiques? On my Pure Heroine album? More likely than you think. In this song Lorde speaks a lot about her inner fear of becoming famous, knowing the high standards she has to live up to from both herself and the public. Being an elder Gen Z Ella would have definitely witnessed the breakdown/bad girl eras of numerous female celebrities and would be advised not to reenact any of their meltdowns, “I won’t be her tripping over on stage” as well as having to keep in mind how her public perception will influence her career, "Only bad people live to see their likeness set in stone." There is also a hidden melancholy as well, when she first began to rise to fame Lorde was only 17, and this greatly isolated her from her peers, referenced in lines like "All work and no play keeps me on the new shit/ All work and no play lonely on that new shit." With the reference to The Shining's, "All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy" can also allow the listener to infer that Lorde's work as a musician is taking away her carefree teenage years.

White Teeth Teens: Another commentary on teenage life and cliques! Huzzah! This song is pretty straight forward, at least to me. There is an inherent juxtaposition with the subject of the song and the title; White teeth are the epitome of health and perfection, clean and perfect and coveted, while the actions referred to in the song such as drinking and smoking will damage the teeth. Lorde rejects this hypocrisy of said teens through being herself authentically, though she does admit throughout the song that she could understand the appeal of being a white teeth teen.

A World Alone: The end to the album proper. This song gets sooo many bitches it’s so good. AWA refers to all the main themes and symbols Ella refers to throughout the album: day and night, bruises, teenage life, social cliques and their superficiality, teenage solidarity, and teenage romance. In this song Ella has fully matured in a sense, going from the beginning of the album where she states “Don’t you think that it’s boring how people talk?” To “the people are talking, let them talk” Lorde once more notices the shallowness of those around her “All the double-edged people and their schemes/ They make a mess then go home and get clean” though she doesn’t let them bother her, finding comfort in her true friends “You’re my best friend and we’re dancing in this world alone.” She understands that her world and she are both changing, both as she grows as a person and a musician which is emphasized in the both the setting of the song, “that slow-burn wait as it gets dark” and her remark “I know we’re not everlasting” but the key difference from the beginning of the album is that she understands that she will become someone fully realized instead of being a being of continuous chaos, “One day the blood will flow so gladly one day we’ll still get still”

This post is getting ungodly long and Tumblr has a character limit so I'll go over the extra songs in another post! In the meantime here are some pictures and gifs of Lorde <333

#Lorde #Pure Heroine #Pure Heroine 10th Anniversary #I am so normal about Lorde I promise guys #music #Pureheroine #brainrot.txt #yall help me when I get to melodrama

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gildedmuse · 2 years

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To be honest, I feel we need to just stop everything so we can have a conversation about how 90% of the biggest, baddest pirates in the world of One Piece either refuse to or are unable to dress themselves in anything half decent.

[I mean.... What!?]

And it somehow gets worse the more powerful and infamous they are. I mean, like, when we meet Shanks he's is dressed, more or less, like your stereotypical pirate:

[You know, all the pirate basics: open white shirt, red sash, brown pants, open tied flip flops, Strawhat.... Well, I did say more of less.]

I mean, he doesn't actually do much at this point. He's a lovable rapscallion uncle who ruffles Luffy's hair before sailing out towards the sunset and the literal future.

At which point....

He decides that the pirate look isn't "cool" enough, and what he really needs to complete his style is a pair of Bermuda shorts you would hide from your father. He has gone all pirate up top, but bellow the waist? It's all Florida cousin who's been crashing on your couch for the last six years.

But, hey, Shanks can't always be in Yonko mode. Maybe he's like trying out some new styles. I mean, not that new, all he did is get a pair of patterned pants (and yet they are so much worse...) It's better than say ....

I know what you're thinking. "Haha, I get it. The joke is that Benn Beckman clearly only owns the one outfit."

But no, that is clearly not the case.

One pair of boots? Yeah, seems so (they may not look it here but in the same art style, they are very much the same boots). Same sash? There is every chance. But there is no way in HELL that is the same outfit.

I mean, Benn's muscle mass like doubles in this time frame, but his short has somehow gotten baggier? No, that is not how it works. And you know that feeling of trying on jeans from high school, and they barely go over one thigh? Benn Baby-Got-Back (And Arms, And Chest) Does.

So this man, one of the most feared pirates to sail the seas, who's wanted poster reads DEAD ONLY goes out every couple of years, and finds an EXACT REPLICA of his clothes from over a decade ago. And who knows how long he's been doing this? And in a that time the only change he's made is adding what is definitely either the cape of a man he killed OR the rug of a very fashionable but not super expensive hotel. It's a 50/50 toss up to which of those is true.

Hell, he's not even replacing the sash. Notice it use to wrap around him with some to spare but not anymore. Who knew men bulked up so much going into their 50s?

Look, nothing about this makes sense and yet there must be a reason. Is this some kind of emotional thing? Is Benn especially picky about fabrics and the way clothes feel? Did he just really like how he looked in his first Wanted Poster and thought, "I'm doing that. Forever." Like.... What....

But.... But what about those cool outfits they always dress the cast in? You know, the ones where even Shanks gets to look fly.

I mean, check out little demon Luffy! And Law, you should just buy that coat. Actually, don't buy it. You're a pirate. Steal that jacket and claim it as your own, it's amazing. Ace I like that you've stayed true to your refusal to own a shirt, no notes. Shanks.... Not really sure what you're dressed as? A guy who went through his rival friend old enemy bestie through MIHAWK'S closet, maybe? It didn't even matter, it's still a huge improvement.

Even Doffy is dressed up (and of course looks fabulous) and Corazon is so magical! And...

Okay, that might just be Perona and Mihawk's day clothes, it's hard to tell. But you know what, they still rock them, and I'll bet they've dressed the third member of their little house hold up in-

... damnit Zoro, what even is this? (Do love your trick or treat bag though. You keep protecting those booze.)

So everyone gets in on the act. Like, I don't know how "Canon"y you would consider these, but clearly it's a party everyone is invited to and even Zoro put on a top hat! So Benn must....

Same. Goddamn. Outfit.

For all we know this is his Halloween version. Maybe he has like fifty of these stashed in the ship. They are cards! For Halloween! AND HE IS STILL IN THE SAME DAMN OUTFIT!

Benn. WTF!?

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lucianalight · 2 years

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Hey, remember Loki tried to do a genocide? Oh, wait that was because internalized racism. You can't blame Loki for that. Let's make sure to never address that. Also let's have the second Thor portray a genocide as necessary for peace.

Hey anon, remember when Thor attempted genocide of Jotuns first, because his party was cancelled and he was called a princess? And then it was never addressed, and he wasn't even banished for that crime, but because he insulted and disobeyed Odin?

Speaking of Odin, remember he had condemned Jotuns to a slow death, aka a slow genocide because he had taken their Casket which they needed so their planet won't be destroyed? And while we're at it let's remember how he drowned entire realms in tears and blood while conquering them? And he was still portrayed a hero and as a good person and Thor's guide in TR?

Remember Gamora and Nebula helped Thanos do acts of genocide?

Remember Mobius actively participated in genocide of numerous timelines?

I can go on. The list can continue for almost every hero coded character in MCU. Many of these characters were redeemed? So was Loki! You might wanna work on your double standards. I suggest you start with my "Spot the Hypocrisy" series.

Your reading comprehension needs work too. Because it seems you can't differentiate between when sth is explained vs. when sth is excused. When people say Loki attempted genocide because of his internalized racism, they are trying to explain his reasons and his state of mind, not excusing them. No one in fandom EVER said Loki is free of blame. He is very much responsible for his horrible actions.

Now let's talk about TDW. The movie has generally a neutral narrative. It tells you the story from a third person pov and sometimes from some of character's pov. The story at the start of the movie is from Odin's pov to imitate the way the first Thor movie started. With a story from Odin's pov.

Unlike Thor 1, the subtext of Asgard's bloody past that defeats the enemies to the point of genocide and complete destruction is more clear in TDW. There is this line" Malekith sacrificed his own people in desperate attempt to lay waste to Asgard's army" which is such bs, specially if you know how propaganda works. I mean Malekith escaped sure, but did the NoBLe AsGaRdiAn ArMy have to kill unarmed civilians too?

Then there is the scene when Jane asks Odin what happened with the Dark Elves that had peace for thousands of years, and Odin said:"He killed them all". There is a sense of unease in the scene, the way camera focuses on Jane's face who doesn't speak and presses her lips together clearly upset at this. The narrative doesn't condone it.

TDW is actually the only movie that goes out of its way to show how Odin is a very flawed and hypocrite character and that his actions are wrong. In Loki's trial he isn't shown to be in the right. He is portrayed as cruel and spiteful. He tries to force Thor in a path Thor clearly doesn't want. He looks down on humans and insults Jane comparing her to a goat. His beliefs aren't meant to be taken as correct ones and that includes his views on Bor and Dark Elves' genocide. Then he ignores Thor's counsel, wanting to "sacrifice as many Asgardians as needed" for his revenge. You're supposed to draw a parallel here between Malekith and Odin, both after the revenge no matter what the cost. You're not supposed to be on his side and accept his pov.

That's what the narrative aims to do and it's actually a good narrative because it needs for you to think and try to connect the dots yourself. It respect the audience's intelligence. But people these days wanting everything to be spoon fed to them. They want the narrative to plainly say "this is bad, this is good" in a tell not show kind of way which is such a lazy type of writing and boring to engage with. And as result people don't learn the skill necessary for interpreting art. So as my last suggestion, work on that skill too.

#loki #odin #thor the dark world #tdw #anon #messages #spot the hypocrisy

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sweet anon: Can I request a dom! Han Jisung smut? Where he and the reader are fake dating because Jisung want's to make someone jealous but ends up fucking the reader instead? I love your writings so much!!

Chapter I, Chapter II, Chapter III, Chapter IV, Epilogue

Description: Han Jisung has been rejected by the girl he likes one to many times. He decides that he has had enough and is set on making her want him back. What could possibly make her want him more than seeing him with her rival after she boldly assumed he can’t find anyone better. That way Jisung and Y/N are stuck in a fake relationship until Jisung’s crush falls for him. Or he falls for someone else.

Pairing: Han x fem!Reader, Hyunjin x fem!Reader

Word count: 4.5k

Genre: College!AU, Fake dating!AU, Angst, Fluff, eventual Smut

Warnings: swearing, mention of masturbation

A/N: Wow, so it looks like I am unable of making short fics, haha. I planed for this to be a one-shot but it’s already this long and I don’t want to bore you guys with long fics so I will make a second part and a third if needed but I doubt. I really hope you guys like this one. Feedback is very much appreciated.

Y/N was tapping her finger on the desk, her head resting in her palm. She was watching the professor walk around in front of the class explaining something but she wasn’t paying attention. Her mind was filled with thoughts about whether or not she was going to get the role.

Some people from her university that were majoring in Film Production had to write a script for a short movie and the best five got chosen to be produced. Initially, she believed that only Theater and Film Majors could participate at the auditions but the administration of the school made an announcement one morning informing them that everyone could take part in the audition process. That meant she had to deal with more competitors for the role she wanted.

Initially, Y/N was the only one who wanted to audition for the main role of one of the movies since people didn’t really catch its concept that well. When the audition day finally came, one Modern Dance major showed up out of nowhere and auditioned as well. The apparition of that particular character made her blood boil with anger.

Her competitor for the role was none other than Mina, her so-called enemy. They weren’t enemies in the real sense of the word. They just simply didn’t click with one another and silently agreed a long time ago to ignore each other. They weren’t pulling childish stunts on each other, they didn’t speak each other's names unless necessary, they didn’t try to win each other in grades or parties or body counts. They were just mutually ignoring one another. And everything was fine until she showed up there.

Y/N wasn’t going to lie and say that Mina wasn’t good. Her performance wasn’t exceptional but for someone that has never done that before, she was fairly good. That had her worried about her chances of getting chosen.

When the bell finally rang ending her suffering she got up in the split of a second and left the room. She could not bear to hear any more of the professor’s babbling. Her boots let out quiet thuds every time they touched the concrete floors. She found herself in front of the announcement board but the paper that was supposed to tell her if she got chosen or not, was missing. Thinking to herself that they probably will put it up later she turned on her heels and made her way towards the cafeteria.

She met her friend Hayoon there and they sat down at a table situated in the centre of the cafeteria. They talked about how they had been up until then and Hayoon complained about one of her classes and how she’s going to fail it.

The chatter in the cafeteria died down when the door was slammed open and Mina stomped in, a bitter expression on her face. “I can not believe that they made me a stunt double! What does that even mean?” Her voice was louder than it should have been as she addressed her friends. Her intention was most probably to attract attention.

A smirk crept on Y/N’s face as she realised that she did, in fact, get the main role. She gave her friend a suggestive eyebrow raise as she slowly took the chopstick to her mouth. Her face dropped when she heard the stomping approaching her. “Hey, loser, what’s a stunt double?” Mina’s voice was scratching her ears. How she managed to sound like one of those toys for dogs sometimes, she’ll never understand.

“I can’t believe you’ve auditioned for a role without knowing what a stunt double is.” Y/N rolled her eyes at the other girl and a few people from around them chuckled. Mina’s face caught a crimson colour as the embarrassment settled in.

“Haha, you are so funny!” It was clear by now that the girl was trying to mask her flustered form by trying to embarrass Y/N back.

The truth was that she didn’t mean to make fun of her. She just let her first thoughts leave her mouth. “I wasn’t trying to be funny.” A sigh left her lips. “A stunt double is a person that executes all the dangerous or action scenes for the main actor so they don’t get injured. Stunt doubles are usually gymnasts, people that know martial arts and all that jazz. They probably chose you because of your dance background.”

“I can’t believe it. Not only they didn’t give me the role, but they are also going to use me to protect you?” Mina had an annoyed expression.

“Oh please! Did you really think they were going to choose you? You entered that room without even knowing the concept and somehow managed to get the feel right a couple of times. Meanwhile, some of us actually prepared for that audition.” Y/N was fed up with Mina’s princess behaviour. Always thinking that everything is rightfully hers and expecting everyone to kiss her ass. All that just because her father was donating a big sum of money to the university every term. They are donations at the end of the day and she should not be expecting special treatment just for that.

Mina’s face became a crimson red for the second time in ten minutes and she stomped away from Y/N’s table. The few people that were watching them averted their eyes when Y/N took a look around.

From the corner of the cafeteria, someone was watching them with a smirk on their face. Oh, how he got just the perfect idea.

Y/N sat in the second closest row to the professor. She was in “Canto class” as she liked to call it. It was one of the optional classes she chose to take that year. It wasn’t a compulsory class for Theater and Film majors since you don’t necessarily have to know how to sing to be an actress but she took it anyway because she thought it would be fun. And so far it was.

A loud bang invaded her left ear and she turned to find Han Jisung having his back to her and chatting with his friends that were seated a few rows behind them. She raised her eyebrow but didn’t question it. It wasn’t like the seat was occupied and she definitely had nothing against him sitting next to her. He probably just wanted to pay more attention since he and his friends are always distracted during class.

Y/N turned back to her stuff and opened her notebook to take another look at the notes from last class. Soon after the professor entered the classroom and the chatter died down.

She was vigorously writing in her notebook everything the professor was explaining to them. Suddenly she felt a touch on her left elbow and stopped for a second. She immediately resumed her writing, convinced that he probably did that by mistake. Not even a minute later she felt another touch on her elbow this time more evident. She ignored it again not paying much mind to it. Jisung’s elbow collided with hers causing her to push her notebook and scribble on it.

She snapped her head towards him and felt anger overcome her when she noticed the smirk on his face. “What?” She whispers yelled in his direction.

“Hi!” He did a short wave of his hand in her direction and she clenched her jaw. She closed her eyes and exhaled deeply before going back to her note-taking. She had only five minutes of peace before he poked her side again. She smacked his hand away from her and continued to mind her own business.

Throughout the class, Jisung kept bothering her and trying to talk to her despite her obvious wish to let her take notes. When the bell rang she got up quickly, her blood boiling and left the room in a hurry hoping she could lose Jisung on the busy halls. As she was hurriedly making her way between the sea of people she felt an arm going over her shoulders and she crashed with the owner of the arm.

“Why are you in such a hurry babe?” Jisung’s voice rang in her ear as they were practically glued to each other. She grabbed his hand and swung his arm away from her shoulders.

“For the love of God, what do you want from me Han Jisung?” Exasperation was present in her voice as she threw him an ugly look.

She couldn’t guess what he needed from her to annoy her to that extent. They were acquaintances and nothing more. They knew each other from that one class they shared and the longest interaction they had was when the professor prepared an interactive class once and they had to work in groups of five.

He was the university’s “heartthrob” as people liked to call him. Y/N personally thought that that title should be given to Hwang Hyunjin who was majoring in Modern Dance. He was more mature than the rest of his friends, he was friendly with everyone and wasn’t pulling pranks on innocent people to entertain some brainless creatures. But who was she to oppose the masses?

On top of doing all those things, Jisung was also in a relationship with Mina. Every time they are together they will target someone and will start making fun of them. More Mina than Jisung but he was still entertaining her actions and that made him as guilty as she was.

“I need to ask you something. Or better, make you a proposal.” He winked at her and she felt an uncomfortable shiver run through her. How disgusting.

“Ok, and what is it?” She threw him an expectant look and he started looking around.

“Let’s talk outside where there are fewer people. You got a free period, right?” Confusion made its way on her face.

“How do you know that? Are you weirdo following me?” She has never talked with him as friends and they share only one class. How on earth would he know her schedule?

“What? No! I see you hanging out around the university all the time after our class.” She rolled her eyes at his answer and gestured her hand towards the closest exit out of the building signalling him to lead the way.

Very soon they were seated on a bench under a tree somewhere behind the university. It was her first time coming there. Y/N usually liked to remain at the front of the building since couples usually liked to come there and make out sometimes even fuck.

“I think we should start dating.” He blurted out and she froze for a second before jumping to her feet startling the man.

“I knew you were fucking weird. I’m leaving!” What in the actual fuck did she think when she came here. For a second she expected a real conversation but Jisung’s main skills were flirting and making bad jokes. She set her expectations way too high for that conversation.

She picked her bag from the bench and started leaving only to have Jisung grab her wrist and stop her. “Wait, let me explain. I swear you’ll understand better after.” Y/n wanted to turn and leave but the puppy dog eyes he gave her made her stay and listen to him. Now, don’t get her wrong, his expression didn’t soften her but if he was desperate enough to try the puppy eyes on her then it must be important to him.

She plopped down on the bench and waited for him to start talking. “Look, I’m pretty sure you know Mina. And I know you two aren’t on great terms. I say we date so you can get back at her for all the things she has done to you.” He raised his eyebrows at her and pursed his lips.

Y/N was the one that raised her eyebrow next as she leaned her head to the side. “Aren’t you and Mina dating?”

“Obviously not.” Jisung used a tone that pissed Y/N off. A tone that said ‘It was so obvious, how can you not know?’ and she didn’t like it one bit.

“Oh, I’m so sorry! I must have read the signs the wrong way. I mean, it's not like you are always together and you carry her backpack around and you hang out outside of school six days out of seven and kiss before classes and make out behind the university probably right on this bench.”

A smirk appeared on Jisung’s face. “Who’s following who now?”

“Don’t flatter yourself. Mina’s voice is so annoying I could hear her every time she talked. When I would turn to see what was up now you two were most times engaged in some sort of PDA.” She spoke fast trying to prove that she wasn’t following him. She didn’t know why she felt the need to do that but the thought of Jisung thinking that she has some sort of interest in him was terrifying. He completely humiliated the last “unpopular” girl that confessed her feelings to him and at that moment the last thing she needed was for him to go around saying she is a stalker.

“Well, we are getting there. I asked her out and she said that she’ll love to but it’s too fun to tease me. When I asked her ‘What if I get a girlfriend?’ she told me I can not find anyone better for me than her. When I saw you fighting in the cafeteria earlier I knew I found my perfect girl. Not only are you hot, but she also hates you.” Y/N raised an eyebrow at his words.

“Hot?” Her tone was untrusting as this was the first time someone from uni had said that to her.

“Yeah. You didn’t think that guys came to last year’s theatre spectacles because they were actually interested in theatre, right?” A laugh left his mouth at her dumbfounded face as she registered his words. A blank expression adorned her face immediately after trying not to seem so surprised.

“Well, not anymore.” She let her tongue trace her bottom lip before biting the flesh. “Ok, so tell me what you actually want us to do.” Uneasiness settled inside Jisung as he watched her bored face.

“Well, I mean what I said. We should date. Or fake dating if you will. That way I can make Mina jealous and push her to run into my arms. I bet she can’t stand seeing me with you for too long.” He looked into her eyes hopefully thinking that maybe he convinced her but his hope was quickly shattered when she opened her mouth.

“What are you? Five? I don’t want to get back at her and I have absolutely no reason to help you in your sick plan. I’m out of here!” Once again she picked up her bag to leave only for Jisung to grab her wrist and stop her, again.

“Please Y/N! I’m desperate. I’ve been trying to date her for a year and a half already.” That was pathetic. She had absolutely no reason to help him. None at all. But something pushed her to stay and accept his offer. Maybe she could take advantage of the situation.

Turning her head towards her she tried to keep a straight face as best as she could. “What do I get out of it?”

Jisung’s face brightened instantly at her question and he held her hand with both of his. “Anything you want. If it’s possible I’ll do it.” His eyes were pouring into hers and a stupid sparkle was present in them.

“I guess you were going to do that anyway but I want you to present me to your friends.” The same bored expression that she had on for almost the entirety of their conversation was adorning her face. Jisung was amazed at the lack of emotions she managed to show but she was an actress. Maybe she’s just good at her job.

“Why? Do you have a crush on any of them?” A smirk was enveloping his facial features and he had a teasing tone. Y/N rolled her eyes at his comment.

“No. Some of them seem like really interesting people but their only defect was hanging out with you. Now that I have to hang out with you too I might as well start talking to them.” She shook his hands off hers before putting it in her front pocket. “Now I have to go to class cause my free period is almost over. See you later, babe!” She winked at him before turning around and making her way to her next class.

The next day she met with Jisung in front of the cafeteria so they could walk in together and “announce” their relationship. Somehow he got hold of her number and they texted the night prior about the terms of their little deal. She felt like laughing when she saw how serious he was about it. If he really did end up dating Mina she’ll be convinced that both of them are idiots.

His arm was over her shoulders as they walked through the tables. Multiple people were staring at them but she decided to ignore them. Upon reaching the table she placed her tray down and took a seat. The people at the table were looking confused at one another and some were throwing Jisung questioning looks.

“Everyone, meet my girlfriend.” He spoke gesturing with a hand towards her. She smiled at them and waved her hand, muttering a soft ‘Hi!’.

One of them, who she recognised to be Lee Minho, a Modern Dance major cleared his throat. “Hey. It’s nice to meet you.” He had an awkward smile on. “What are you majoring in?”

“Yeah, I don’t recall seeing you around campus.” Seo Changbin, a Music Production major added.

“Oh, I…” She started talking but a puff coming from her left stopped her.

“Seriously dude? You share a class. She’s L/N Y/N from your Theory and Improvisation class.” The voice belonged to Hwang Hyunjin and she felt a funny feeling in her stomach at the realisation that he knows her. Everyone around the table was throwing him weird looks.

“You are right but how do you know that? I’m pretty sure you don’t take that class.” There was a trace of embarrassment in her voice.

“I don’t but sometimes when I wait for those guys outside of the classroom I see you walking out.” He said that with nonchalance taking a bite from his food.

“And how do you know her? She’s not a Music Production major otherwise we would have known. And she’s not a Dance major either otherwise Minho and Felix would have known about her as well.”Changbin’s tone was almost provoking as if Hyunjin had done something bad and he was about to reveal it.

“She’s a Theatre and Film major. Last year when we went to all those theatre spectacles to support Jeongin I was actually paying attention to the plays. She had either the main role or the lead. I remember her being really good.” She felt her cheeks heat at his comment.

��Thank you!” She threw him a smile. However, she got ignored as Lee Felix started talking.

“Do you know her Jeongin?” She somehow felt offended by his question. Maybe that wasn’t his intention but he should have used a different tone.

“Of course I do. We share almost all of our classes and last year we worked on multiple plays together.” Annoyance was present in his voice caused by his friends' ignorance.

She knew Jeongin from the first day. He was the first to speak to her although they didn’t exactly become friends. They kept on working on plays together throughout the entirety of the first year of college but they kept everything mostly professional since they both had their own group of friends and she kind of disliked most of his friends.

“Then how come you never talk about her?” Now, wasn’t Changbin an annoying one? She rolled her eyes discreetly at his question.

“Because we are not the best of friends. Why don’t you talk about Kim Gina from your degree?” The youngest question was a good one. They were acquaintances and barely knew something about each other. What was he supposed to talk about?

“Gina is not hot. What am I supposed to talk about?” The older male said calmly with a shrug of his shoulders.

The water she was just drinking got stuck in her throat and she started coughing violently. Jisung started hitting her back repeatedly trying to help her swallow. When she finally calmed down she looked at him annoyed.

“Who she is, is not important. What’s important is that she is my girlfriend” he gave Changbin a side look ”and you have to accept that. Stop talking about her like she is not sitting right in front of you.” A few of them raised their hands in defeat while some of them averted their eyes. Minho and Changbin rolled their eyes.

She felt her blood pressure spike up at their action. She remembered why she never wanted to talk to any of them. Arrogant pricks.

“Ok, Mister protective boyfriend. Just tell us when you break up.” Minho took a bite of his food done with the younger man’s antics. Everyone knew that he was in love with Mina. The moment she shows some interest in him he would probably leave this one in a heartbeat.

Y/N sucked in a breath discreetly. He really got her worked up and she hated it. She put an arm around Jisungs shoulders and yanked him towards her, his face close to her chest. With her other hand, she grabbed the sides of his face making him look up at her and forcefully pursing his lips.

“Break up? Do you wanna break up with me, babe?” Y/N’s voice was mocking as if she was talking with a child. Jisung swallowed hard before shaking his head. She smiled at his response and used the hand from around his shoulders to ruffle his hair. “That’s what I thought.” She placed a short kiss on his lips before releasing him and turning back to her food.

Everyone at the table was looking at both of them shocked, especially Minho and Changbin. She wanted to let a proud smile escape her but she controlled herself.

For the rest of the lunch, she decided not to engage in any more discussions with Jisung’s friends. She continued eating her food and listened to them talking about things that didn’t involve her, occasionally responding to Hayoon’s texts.

She was the first one to get up, impatient to go to her next class and not have to see them. “Bye guys. It was lovely meeting you!” She smiled at them, a smile half true because she did like some of them. “Bye babe. See you later!” She grabbed the sides of his face again placing another kiss on his lips before taking her empty tray and leaving them alone.

The men all watched her as she made her way out of the cafeteria. When she closed the door behind her they all burst into laughter. Jisung was biting the inside of his cheek irked by their action. When the laughter stopped, Seungmin that was sitting next to him put his hand on his shoulder.

“I absolutely adore your girlfriend. She knows how to keep her ‘babe’ in check I see.” Seungmin tried cupping his face as Y/N did but Jisung slapped his hand away.

“Are you her good boy, Jisungie? Does she give you rewards if you listen to her?” Minho cooed at him and Jisung held back an insult.

“Shut the fuck up. It’s not like that. She surprised me as well. Who the fuck knew she was going to do that?” When he proposed the whole fake dating thing to her he thought it would be easier. Looking at it now he can’t understand why he thought that. He saw the way her fights with Mina unfold and he knew she was an actress which meant that she was probably either crazy confident or really good at faking it. For some reason, he thought she would be easier to tease and control but it would be a lie if he said it didn’t intrigue him. He liked a challenge and if the prize was Mina he would try his best.

“And you man” Chan spoke for the first time “what the fuck was that? Do you know her entire biography?” He was looking at Hyunjin who rolled his eyes.

“I told you I paid attention to last year’s plays. On top of that, she’s hot. I remember that after one spectacle I and the guys from my dance group at the time talked about her for like a month. She was so..” The man let out a groan and threw his head back trying to explain what he meant.

“Sure, tell me more. Did you masturbate to the thought of my girlfriend? Perhaps got any wet dreams about her?” Jisung commented, raising an eyebrow.

Hyunjin winked at him as a smirk made its way on his face. Some of the guys simultaneously let out disgusted sounds at his gesture.

“But how did this whole thing happen? I can’t remember a moment when you talked about her or when you were together.” Felix’s deep voice rang making everyone pay attention to him.

Changbin suddenly let a gasp out and dramatically covered his mouth. “Yesterday our little Jisungie sat next to her in Theory and Improvisation and when the class ended he ran after her. I think he might have had a secret crush!” The older man teased.

“Yeah, but she looked really annoyed with him. Hence why she sprinted out of the class. Why would she accept to date him if she looked like she’d rather listen to Mr Jung talk about the first piano ever invented.” Chan intervened making Jisung shrug his shoulders.

“She was annoyed with me but what can I say? I’m so charming she couldn’t refuse me.” He leaned back in his chair putting his arms over the back of the chair.

“I think she did it out of pity. When she realized you’ve been trying to get Mina for a year and a half now she probably felt so bad for you she decided to sacrifice herself so you look less like a loser.” Hyunjin said his tone way to serious to be a joke.

Jisung threw the man a deadly stare. “At least I didn’t masturbate to the thought of her like a fucking virgin.” He spat in the other man’s face.

“Touche.”

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applerubyy · 3 years

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Ciao Adios

Summary: When you find your boyfriend cheating on you yo decide to expose him in the pettiest way you can think of.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader (some Loki x Reader if you squint)

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: Cheating and cursing (I think that’s it?)

A/N: Hi! So this is my first time writing and posting anything here so if its terrible please tell me nicely :). This is some AU where everyone lives and all is happy ok? Also english is not my first language so I apologize in advance for any grammar or spelling mistakes. Anyway, if it turns out that some of you like it I think I’d be willing to do a part 2 if you like. Hope you enjoy it! <3. Btw, the gif is not mine so credit to whoever made it.

Crack. That’s the sound of your heart breaking, ripped to pieces in just a few seconds. And no, you were not exaggerating. Seeing your boyfriend kissing someone else while taking off their clothes would do that to a person. And in his office of all places.

How did you not see that coming? They had a lot in common and they did spend a lot of time together but you were just so naïve thinking that he was the most trust-worthy person ever that you looked the other way and believed him when he told you she was “just a friend”.

Just a friend my ass you thought as you calmly walked to your room. No running, that would draw attention to you and you didn’t need that. No crying either, because once you started you wouldn’t be able to stop. Walking down the hallway and taking the elevator to your floor feels like it takes forever.

Time is funny that way. It has that annoying tendency to slow down or speed up at the worst times. Like when you were in college and the clock seemed to literally stop, you would look at the time and it was 10:20 am and check again after what felt like half an hour for it to be 10:25 am. Or like when you are having fun with your friends at a club and you see it’s 12:30 but when you look again a few minutes later it’s 2:40. Right now it feels like the former, time seems to have slowed down. Maybe Dr. Strange did something to it? No, that’s stupid, he wouldn’t play with time that way.

Finally the elevator pings open and you rush to your room. Well, it’s not only your room anymore. You share it with him and everything is a reminder of what you just saw. The art supplies on the desk by the window, the famous shield leaning against the wall near the door, the messy bed where you sleep together every night …

And every single thing brings tears to your eyes until finally, the dam breaks and you let the tears fall down. You bring your hand to your mouth to muffle a sob that brings you to your knees. Crying is the only thing you can do right now because your brain is stuck on a loop. All you can see is Steve kissing her, unbuttoning her shirt with one hand while the other grabbed her ass. And all you can hear are their moans, Sharon’s whimper when he touched her and his groan as he did so.

And now you are full on crying and choking on air because that scene keeps replaying itself over and over no matter how much you want it to stop. And you do, Gosh you do because there is so much your heart can take and this is too much. It shatters you in more ways than one. It makes you question everything you thought you knew about him, about her, about your relationship and about yourself.

You remember the first time you met him. You were already in college and looking for an internship. Luckily you happened to be the niece of the one and only Pepper Potts. And who wouldn’t want to work near Earth's mightiest heroes? You sure did. You were studying journalism and communications in New York and working with the Avengers was the ultimate dream, one that was about to come true.

Your first day was uneventful, it consisted mainly of coffee runs, delivering files and passing messages along. That was until your third coffee run where you ran straight into a wall, well actually it wasn’t a wall but it felt like it. The coffee spilled everywhere, on your clothes and his, and you were going to fall on your butt if it wasn’t for him grabbing your arms to steady you. Imagine your surprise when you looked up to see Captain America himself.

And that’s the moment your love story started. It seemed like something straight out of a romantic comedy and you loved it. It started with flirting, a date and then another, him asking you to be his girlfriend and finally asking you to move in once you graduated. It felt like a fairytale.

Tony wasn't very happy about you and the Capsicle but he saw how happy you were so he tried to be happy too. Tony was your uncle even if you didn’t share any blood. Growing up you would visit your aunty Pepper in New York and he was always around, you even stayed at his house when Pepper and him had to work. So, you two became really close even before he became Iron Man and started dating your aunt.

The same thing happened with Rhody. Your close relationship with Tony meant you were close to him too, seeing as he was one of the most important people in his life. Rhody treated you like his niece and was the only one he didn’t make fun of which you took as the ultimate compliment.

So those three you knew before you started working at the compound and before Steve. But once you started working there you met the rest of the Avengers. Being Pepper and Tony's niece and Steve's girlfriend meant they all wanted to get to know you.

You met Bruce Banner, the Hulk, and you became really close. But that was thanks to his close relation with Tony and all the time you spent with him working on his social media presence to make sure people saw him as more than just the green monster who smashes things. After a while of working there they promoted you and now you manage the Avengers social media.

Nat and Wanda became your best friends from the moment you met. You just clicked and hung out as much as possible, being the only girls on the team meant they were really happy to have another female added to the mix. As for Vision, he liked you because Wanda did, simple as that.

Bucky and Sam were the funniest people ever, their constant bickering always brought a smile to your face and they welcomed you with open arms. Happy that their friend had finally found someone to be with.

Thor and Clint were like the fun uncles you got to see every once in a while. The God of Thunder was like an excited puppy and would hug you till you couldn’t breath every time he came to Earth and Clint would joke around with you and FaceTime you when he was with his kids because they loved you (“best babysitter ever” that called you).

You met Peter when he started working for your uncle. He was a sweet kid and your love of memes, vines and pop culture made you instant friends. He would ask you for advice on girls and tell you science jokes.

But we all know not all fairytales have a happy ending and this one definitely didn’t. You’re feeling so many things at once. There’s anger, sadness, jealousy and something else you can’t put your finger on. You keep crying and are unable to move from your kneeling position on the floor. Checking the clock you realize you’ve been on the floor crying for an hour so you stand up.

Taking a shower seems like the best thing to do, your head is pounding and your face is all puffy. As you shower it hits you, that other feeling swirling around is inevitability. In a way you always thought he was too good for you, you always thought he would eventually get tired of you and trade you for someone else.

It just hurt too much that it was her, the woman he shared so much with. The niece of Peggy Carter, his first love. An agent of S. H. I. E. L. D. Someone who risked their life for the world like he did. Someone prettier. Someone better than you.

Yeah, you were definitely on a self-pity party. But you needed to be miserable for a while, to cry it all out, to hurt so that you could move on to the next stage of grief: anger. And when that came, there was no stopping you.

You weren’t a mean person, or a petty one. You gave everyone countless opportunities and forgave way too easily so you never really got angry. But when you did, when you said enough is enough, yeah, you better watch out. That could be the meanest bitch you ever met and she had no mercy.

So you got out of the shower, dried yourself and started getting ready. Tony was throwing yet another party about who knows what and you were not missing it. You liked parties, they were the perfect excuse for wearing pretty dresses and putting on make up. And tonight you were going all out.

Your inner bitch was concocting a plan and you were going with it.

You hear the door open and prepare yourself to put on the best acting of your life. You take a deep breath and in the sweetest voice you can muster say: “Steve is that you babe?”

“Yeah doll it’s me” you hear him say. A few second later he pops into the bedroom and gives you a peck on the lips as you continue with your makeup.

“How was your day?” Steve asks as he takes off his clothes, probably to take a shower. “I missed you today, i went by your office but you weren’t there” he says with a small frown between his eyes. You could stare at his blue eyes forever but snap out of it when you remember what he did.

“Oh not much, i left work earlier to get ready for tonight” you answer. Shit your work. You really did leave like that, but after tonight hopefully they’ll understand. “You should start getting ready, the party starts in thirty minutes”.

He smiles at you and tells you he’s going to take a quick shower before getting dressed. He goes to the bathroom and you feel like breaking the mirror but instead take a few deep breaths and remind yourself he’s getting what he deserves later on. With that in mind you finish applying you makeup and smile at yourself, you look good. Moving on to your hair you decide to do some loose waves and that’s it, you really don’t know how to make those complicated updos.

Steve gets out of the shower and starts putting on his suit. Men really do have it easier you think to yourself when you see all the work you had to do and he just showers and that’s it.

You take your dress out of the closet and admire it. It really is beautiful. It has a deep plunging neckline that shows a lot of cleavage and is skin tight with a slit on one side. The fact that it is silver with sequins makes it even better. Pepper helped you pick this dress.

You put on the dress and admire yourself in the mirror. You look good. Behind you, you hear a whistle and turn around to see Steve watching you lust in his eyes. He comes closer and grabs you by the waist, pulling you to him.

“You look stunning” he says as he wets his bottom lip. “I can’t wait to take it off of you when we get back”. Lying cheating bastard.

“Can't wait” you lie as you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him. This is just a kiss goodbye you tell yourself. One last kiss before he’s out of your life and probably runs to her. Tears threaten to fill your eyes but you hold them down. Not now.

You break the kiss when the need to breathe is too strong. Grabbing his hand you start walking towards the door and say: “Come on, we’re already late”.

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The party had already started once you walk in and in true Tony fashion it is elegant and extravagant. Everyone is there: S. H. I. E. L. D. agents, the Avengers themselves, politicians and a few famous people.

You and Steve walk to the bar and order drinks. A whiskey for him and a strawberry daiquiri for you, yes you are that basic but hey, it tastes awesome. He offers you his arm and with drinks in your hands you start looking for your friends. A lot of people stop you on the way, nobody wants to miss an opportunity to talk to Captain America.

One thing, or rather on person, catches your attention: Loki. He’s sitting on one of the cushions alone with a drink in his hand. It’s weird to see him there. Sure, he was redeeming himself for what he did in 2012 and Thor said he was doing better but he rarely left Asgard (he “hated mortals”) and when he did come to Earth it wasn’t for a party.

As if he could feel you staring he turns his head and locks his eyes with yours. You weren’t going to lie, he was gorgeous. He was incredibly tall, had those charming green eyes and was actually funny (but you’d never admit that to anyone). But you were in love with Steve and never saw him as anything more than Thor's hot brother. And everyone in the Avengers was hot so that’s not saying much.

You turn away from him and see Nat and Wanda on the dance floor and you tell Steve you’ll see him later and to go find his friends. He’ll need them after tonight you think to yourself. You greet the girls and start dancing with them, for a moment forgetting about what you saw today and putting Loki out of your mind.

The three of you decided to take a break and order some more drinks. Once at the bar Wanda orders for you and when your drinks arrive you go back to the dance floor. You spend the next few hours dancing, talking to your friends and pretending that nothing's wrong. Talking to Steve and pretending that nothing's wrong. Hugging Steve and pretending that nothing's wrong. Kissing Steve and pretending that nothing's wrong.

The fact that Sharon is at the party doesn’t help at all. When you see her talking or touching him you feel like you’re gonna lose it but you remain strong. You remind yourself of your plan and try to keep them out of your mind.

There’s a small stage at the far end of the room and you see your uncle Tony step on it and grab the microphone.

“Hello everyone and thank you for coming to another one of my amazing parties. I hope you are having a good time and taking advantage of the free bar over there” he points to the other side of the room and continues, “Now for what we have all been waiting for: karaoke! And yes, i want everyone to sing something because that’s the whole point of this. I'm looking at you Manchurian Candidate, you’re singing”.

With that he gets off the stage and passes the mic to Sam who decided to sing a Marvin Gaye song. He’s pretty good actually but you can’t fully concentrate on him because your mind is going a thousand miles an hour for what it’s going to happen later.

More people go up and sing their songs and you applaud when they’re done. Nobody is talking much, they're all too busy either laughing at the others performance, drinking or actually listening to the songs. You’re sitting with Steve to your right, Bruce to your left and the rest of the Avengers nearby. You’re your own little group.

It’s finally your turn and as you walk to the stage you can hear your friends whistling and cheering you on. Once you’re up on the stage you choose the song and start singing.

Ask you once, ask you twice now

There's lipstick on your collar

You say she's just a friend now

Then why don't we call her?

So you wanna go home with someone

To do all the things you used to do to me

I swear, I know you do

Used to take me out in your fancy car

And make out in the rain

And when I ring you up

Don't know where you are

'Til I hear her say your name

Used to sing along when you played guitar

That's a distant memory

Hope she treats you better than you treated me, ha

As you continue singing you get more and more confident and take the mic. You walk off the little stage and over to your friends while dancing and you can see them smiling, clapping and having fun. They have no idea how much i mean all of this you think. You look at Steve and he’s completely oblivious. Good, you want to take him by surprise. You arrive at your little circle of friends and start singing the chorus.

I'm onto you, yeah you

I'm not your number one

I saw you with her

Kissing and having fun

If you're giving her all of your money and time

I'm not gonna sit here wasting mine on you, yeah, you

Ciao adios, I'm done

You keep dancing and go back to back with Wanda who’s also singing along. You then turn to Nat and she grabs your hand and makes you do a little spin.

After three, after four times

Why did I bother?

Tell me how many more times

Does it take to get smarter?

Don't need to deny the hurt and the lies

And all of the things you did to me

I swear, I know you did

And now you take her out in your fancy car

And make out in the rain

And when she rings you up

She know where you are

But I know differently

Now she sings along when you play guitar

Making brand new memories

Hope you treat her better than you treated me

You go up to Tony and he starts dancing around you busting out some dad moves. You laugh and keep on singing and dancing.

I'm onto you, yeah you

I'm not your number one

I saw you with her

Kissing and having fun

If you're giving her all of your money and time

I'm not gonna sit here wasting mine on you, yeah, you

Ciao adios, I'm done (I'm done)

Ciao adios, I'm done (no, no, no, no)

Ciao adios, I'm done

If you're giving her all of your money and time

I'm not gonna sit here wasting mine on you, yeah, you

Ciao adios, I'm done

And now you take her out in your fancy car

And make out in the rain

And when she rings you up

She know where you are

But I know differently

Now she sings along when you play guitar

Making brand new memories

Hope you treat her better than you treated me

You walk back to the stage as you sing and step up. You put the mic back into place and sing the last part of the song.

I'm onto you, yeah you

I'm not your number one

I saw you with her (with her)

Kissing and having fun (and fun)

If you're giving her all of your money and time

I'm not gonna sit here wasting mine on you, yeah, you

Ciao adios, I'm done (I'm done)

Ciao adios, I'm done (you get on with your life, I'll get on with my life)

Ciao adios, I'm done

If you're giving her all of your money and time

I'm not gonna sit here wasting mine on you, yeah, you

Ciao adios, I'm done

When you’re done people are clapping and cheering and you look to your friends to see them all smiling. You look at everyone and make a little mock bow and when you straighten you see Loki sitting on the same couch as before. But this time he’s looking at you and he’s laughing, not smiling and cheering but actually laughing.

You look back at your friends and say “Thank you, thank you” with a smile on your face. You continue , “I wanted to dedicate this song to my boyfriend Steve” you point at him.

“In case it wasn’t clear enough, i wanted to tell you that i saw you with Sharon”. You could hear a pin drop. No one was talking and all eyes were on you. This is what you wanted, to humiliate him as much as he did you. And what better way to do it than publicly? Oh but you weren’t done.

You could see Steve's face going pale and nobody knew where to look, if at you or at him. Tony look ready to murder him as did Rhody, Pepper, Peter and Bruce. Thor, Clint and Vision looked shocked. But Bucky, Sam, Nat and Wanda looked guilty.

Your heart breaks a little more when you realize they knew. You can’t really blame Bucky and Sam for not telling you, they were Steve's friends after all. But you thought the girls were your friends, that they would have told you. Apparently you overestimated that friendship.

You keep on smiling and continue “So… I’m breaking up with you. Hope she was a good fuck and wasn’t uncomfortable with the fact that you were once in love with her aunt”. You do a dramatic pause and make a little disgusted face. “Anyway, if I’m lucky i´ll never see you again. Have a great life!”

And with that, you walk off the stage and make your way to your friends. Steve is rooted to the spot and his face is red with embarrassment. You walk up to him, look him straight in the eye and give him an evil smile. He gulps and opens his mouth as if he’s about to say something and then closes it. He does is two more times and still nothing comes out.

You turn to your group and look at Wand and Nat, who can’t seem to be able to look you in the eye. You sigh and say: “Who want enemies when they can have you as their best friends right?”. They look up then and start talking. Telling you how sorry they are and to please forgive them. You raise your hand to silence them and they do.

You go to your aunt and uncle who look like there should be smoke coming out of their ears and say: “I’m gonna stay in a hotel for the night, can’t stand to be here anymore”. Tony scrunches his eyebrows and look at you like you’re crazy.

“Hell no. You’re staying here. We can find him another room to sleep in but you’re not leaving. If anyone’s leaving is Mr. Star-spangled over there” he practically screams the last part as he points at Steve.

You take a deep breath and hug him. It takes him by surprise but he puts his arms around you. “I appreciate it uncle Tony but i can’t stay at the compound, it just hurts too much” you say as you let go. Turning to your aunt you hug her as well and say: “Thank you for everything but I quit”.

The moment those words leave your mouth everyone starts talking at the same time telling you how crazy you are and to think about it. You just smile at them and tell them you already made up your mind. “I'm gonna go pack a bag and ask Happy to take me to a hotel nearby. Please make sure he doesn’t follow” you say as you point to a still red-faced Captain America.

With that you turn around and leave. The room is silent for a few seconds before you hear your friends all screaming at Steve. You look around for a second and notice that Loki is staring at you with a smirk on his face. When you look him in the eye he raises his glass at you ant takes a sip.

You give him a small smile and walk through the doors towards the elevator.

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hands of the rfa (v+saeran)

jumin’s are on the broader side. you can usually spot a couple of cat scratches or paper cuts here and there, not particularly soft, but not rough either. he’s almost always holding tension in them, so they get pretty veiny. subconsciously flexes them out of habit, or rubs his palms to get rid of the ache that can sometimes grow there. your favorite thing is watching him pet elizabeth, he’s so gentle and soft with her that it melts your heart. he carries that same softness whenever he touches you, one of the only times his hands fully relax is when he’s running them up and down your arms, maybe even holding your face in his palm. he likes to rest his hand on your thigh or run his fingers through your hand idly while doing paperwork. his hands are cold most of the time, not icy, but the chill is still noticeable. he has steady hands and a good grip. he likes to wear rings whenever he gets the chance, gothic style ones especially. when the vampire that he invited had come to the rfa party, jumin was obsessed with all his fancy rings. he usually has his hands crossed over his lap, and he doesn’t talk with them often. a wave of the hand to employees is most all you’ll get.

zen has soft soft soft hands. spends a lot of money on lotions and salves, so when he touches you it feels like genuine silk. not super lanky, but not broad either. they're just… very even and pretty. has a very tiny dusting of blood freckles on his knuckles, but you’d have to look closely to notice them. probably hand models in his free time. fluid motions whenever he uses them, it’s nice to watch the way his hands move especially while he’s acting. he holds a lot of passion in his hands while he preforms, it’s like they tell a story of their own. you like to hold your palm against his, twirling and twisting your hands around at random. he loves to run the backs of his knuckles down your jawline before placing down gentle kisses there, while telling you how much he loves you. he wears jewellery whenever he’s feeling it, likes a lot of different kinds too, wears fashion rings most of the time. his hands are on the warmer side, so if you’re cold all you need to do is hold his hands for a few minutes and then bam, you’re all nice and cozy again. his hands are usually in his pocket, playing around with a pack of cigarettes, or resting at his side.

yoosung’s hands aren’t particularly soft, but they aren’t exactly rough either. on the shorter side compared to everyone else too. his touch is still so gentle and comforting, especially whenever it comes to you. he holds your hand tight and tells you how much you mean to him, it feels safe and secure, he feels like home. his hands are insanely hot all the time, even when it’s cold outside, so he’s like your own personal little heater. has a barely visible coat of freckles over his knuckles and a few scars here and there, faded now but still noticeable. most of them are from cooking accidents, some from cats. he likes to run his fingers through your hair, or up and down your arms. in the middle waiting on game lobbies he’ll hold your hand, running his thumb across your skin with a smile. you like to watch as he plays video games sometimes, his hands get so tense during tough matches, so you help him massage out the tension when he’s done. he gets horrible shaky hands whenever he gets really nervous. doesn’t wear rings or anything, doesn’t like the way they feel, but he does like bracelets. has a matching bracelet with you that he wears pretty much all the time. he talks with his hands a lot, but when he’s idle, they're shyly tucked away in his pocket, fiddling with his thumbs in front of him, or crossed over his chest.

jaehee’s are soft, she uses a lot of hand sanitizer so there’s almost always some lotion at her side, her hands are silky and smooth because of that. not as much as zen’s, but still close. she gets a lot of papercuts is the only thing, but besides that her hands are overall smooth, shorter nails, she has a nail biting problem, and she’s a lesbian!! 🗣 so she prefers them that way. she taps her fingertips on things whenever she’s thinking. her hands are warm, not hot, but it’s comfortable and cozy whenever she holds your own. she likes to run her fingers up your wrists, leaving little kisses behind the trail. cups the side of your face with a big smile while telling you how much she loves you, running her thumb across your cheek. like jumin, holds tension in her hands so they have a tendency to ache sometimes. she holds them together or rubs them when she’s nervous. if she's still working under jumin no, she doesn’t wear jewelry or nail polish often. the most you’ll find is ink stains on the sides of her hand. but in the coffee shop she’ll start to explore more, finds she likes dainty little rings and neutral polishes. she talks with her hands when she gets excited or when she’s really into talking about a topic. her hands are usually busy tapping a table or holding something most of the time.

seven has some long lanky hands, we’ve seen his hacker fingers. a mix between broad and lanky. they aren't delicate and soft, but not bulky either. his hands are hot, like absolute furnace level hot. he gets sweaty palms easily. he has a rather rough touch, but not at all bad, it feels like saeyoung if that makes sense. he likes to squish your cheeks between his hands, run his fingers down your palms, warm your hands up in his own. a little rough when he touches you, kind of when you see something really cute and you get all tense and you just wanna shake it around, he has that with you sometimes. he has really short nails, some scars scattered around as well, a few burn marks from his childhood. he has a ton of freckles all over his knuckles especially in the summer. shakes his hands around for awhile whenever they get sore, which is often due to his job. steady hands and grip. he wears jewelry while in cosplay, besides that not very often. but he does paint his nails when he feels up to it or is bored, which is more often. probably did dick decals once because he thought it was the pinnacle of humor. talks with his hands heavily, very animated while he speaks. when he’s not using them they’re usually in the pockets of his hoodie, or busy annoying someone. pokes saeran’s cheeks which earns him a slap of the hand in return.

jihyun has the prettiest hands, lanky but sturdy. no shakiness at all, steadiness of an artist, but when he gets nervous, emotional, or has caffeine, they do shake pretty bad. super soft and silky, and like zen, his hands are very fluid and lovely to watch as he works, especially while he’s painting. surprisingly warm hands, never hot, but they're comfortable and cozy. he does get cold very easily though, so you’ll have to help him warm up on occasion. his touch is gentle and careful, touches everything like it’s art, especially you. he’ll trace your skin with his fingers, leaving kisses in their wake. he always touches you so softly, like you’re glass or the finest of arts. he likes to “paint” your skin with his fingertips sometimes. he holds his own hands and rubs them together when he’s feeling anxious. he has well kept nails, he’ll wear nail polish if you want him to hehe wears rings but only with meaning. has matching rings with you and jumin. bracelets sometimes too, the cute woven ones. but again, they need meaning for him. you can normally find paint stains scattered across his hands. he talks with his hands very gently, it’s not super animated and fast like seven, it’s slow and calm. his hands are usually kept behind his back, or loosely at his sides.

saeran’s are very pale and almost translucent. blue veins, cherry fingertips, red knuckles. they’re big like seven’s but a little skinnier. surprisingly they’re insanely soft, he doesn’t use anything for that, it’s just natural. his freckles are much more faded than saeyoung’s, he has some scars, more burn marks than his brother does. he’s incredibly insecure about his hands, so he’ll pull his hoodie down to cover most of the skin there. freezing cold most of the time, he has bad circulation. so he loves when you hold your hand within his, running your fingers down his own, kiss his knuckles and whisper “pretty.” when you look at them. while he’s not sure he believes you, it still means a lot to him. he likes to trace things you’re insecure about and whisper “pretty” back. his nails are short, he bites them from anxiety a lot. you suggest painting them so he won’t bite them as often, at first he’s not sure, but quickly finds that he really likes the way that looks. prefers when you paint his nails though, claims he doesn’t know how to do it, but he does. he just likes being close to you. very shaky all the time, doesn’t have a steady grip. he’ll only wear rings that you get for him. doesn’t talk with his hands unless he’s really excited about something, almost all of the time they’re in the pocket of his hoodie, or intertwined with your own.

elizabeth the third’s hands are the softest out of the entire rfa, so soft that even zen can’t compete. warm and cozy, but can be painful when shes hard at work making the meanest batch of muffins you ever did see directly on top of your stomach. watch out. looks cute, but still deadly. when jumin’s walking past the couch she’ll stick her paw out and take a swipe at his leg when he’s even a minute later past feeding time. rolls all cutesy if she does manage to draw some blood, because she knows absolutely no one, not even zen, could stay mad at a face like that for too long.

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