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[kowtownart]

About the ask game: you're the person that introduced me to saint motel a whiiiiilee ago!!! You posted a really cute drawing and said you loved A Good Song Never Dies by them and I got curious... the rest is history. You changed my music taste (that introduced me to indie pop...) and I'm so thankful so I always remember that when I see you here. It's wild what a tiny comment someone does can lead to a domino effect like that. /pos /gen

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[fen-luciel]

Jealousy part 1

Part 2 here

Warnings: age gap/toxic behavior

Vernestra-Padawan reader/jedi Qimir

I'll update the tags as the story progresses, there should only be two more parts.

I'm not sure how far I'll go with certain behaviors, so leave a comment and let me know what you think <3

(This first part is to provide context, the other two will set the story in motion)

Becoming a Padawan was a lifelong dream. Of course, I was young, so my view of the world and what I would experience in the coming years was very limited. The idea of being taken under the wing of a more experienced Jedi master, learning many more techniques, the missions, the travels, all the people and aliens I could meet... I was bursting with happiness.

Not that the exercises at the temple weren't stimulating, I was glad to have made friends, to have developed a routine with them, but I was ready for something new.

So, when I was finally introduced to my future master, I was bursting with joy. I recognized her immediately, it was hard not to. Vernestra was an important member of the Order, involved with the Senate, and was known for her numerous successes. It was an honor for me to receive that position by her side.

Over the years, I had been recognized as an excellent future Padawan, with the ability to learn quickly, a strong sense of observation, and a positive and kind character that always accompanied me. I was often praised for the way I presented myself to others. In short, everyone saw a bright future for me, but I had difficulty seeing it myself. I was young and inexperienced and I believed that the important thing was to follow the rules, the rest was just a part of me, something I did naturally.

I imagine that becoming Vernestra’s Padawan was just the confirmation of that golden path everyone saw me on, but I was too caught up in the newness to really think about it.

However, I soon realized that I lost the balance I had created up to that point, I lost some friends, some simply due to distance, others were... cold towards me.

I didn't understand what had changed. I would never have accused anyone of feeling emotions like jealousy or anger towards me, we were children. Missteps were normal, and we were taught that it was right to face them and learn from them.

But if you asked around, many would have described me as someone who never made mistakes, who always responded with a gentle smile, a comforting word, a hand on the shoulder, or even just a pleasant company if you needed to vent. Perhaps that was the problem. I appeared too perfect in the eyes of others.

And yet, the Master didn’t make me feel that way. She taught me everything calmly, I followed her every step, she reprimanded me harshly, but always with care. She soon realized how much I sought validation in everything I did.

It was stronger than me, I believed I was always making a mistake, that I was in the wrong. After all, who was I to say something was right or wrong? I was just a Padawan. A child.

And anyway, it wasn’t the Jedi’s job to give answers, but rather to push people to understand for themselves.

Even though it was a concept I found difficult to grasp myself.

Anyway, that’s how I met Qimir.

He was Vernestra’s former Padawan, now promoted to Jedi Knight and independent in his duties, but he often visited us, either to seek advice from his old Master or just to ask how she was doing. I found him very sweet.

The first time I met him in person, I already knew his name. He had managed to stand out as soon as he started his duties as a Knight. Among the younger ones, there was a sense of reverence towards him even though we had never seen him in person. And besides, it was rumored that he was terribly handsome, not that it particularly interested me at the time.

I remember I was in the library with Vernestra, she had assigned me some basic readings to start my future physical training. Young ones are already taught at an early age to defend themselves and to learn various positions, but it was more about building an understanding of your Force signature, learning to trust your senses. The real training would then be individual for the student once they had a Master, so she had recommended these introductory readings on the various forms of combat and their use.

Those were afternoons I remembered with particular affection. Sitting in silence, she would take a more suitable book or bring her work documents on her datapad, and the hours would pass in an instant. Sometimes, I would glance at her to see what she was doing. She noticed every time, smiled slightly, and gently scolded me, telling me to return to my tasks.

I was happy. I felt cared for, appreciated, but not in the cold manner of a teacher with their student. It was a feeling I didn’t quite know how to place in my heart, and it worried me a bit, but I kept my doubts for another day.

On one of those quiet afternoons, I met Qimir. The room was particularly deserted that day, so the sound of footsteps approaching could be heard clearly along the shelves. Thinking it was the librarian, I didn’t pay much attention and remained with my nose buried in the book. Even when he stopped in front of our table I didn’t pay attention. Then, a deep male voice I didn’t recognize spoke Vernestra’s name.

Curiosity flared up in an instant, and as the two began a light conversation next to me, I slowly raised my gaze, the book almost serving as a shield, my hair partly covering my eyes. In front of us stood a young man in his twenties, dressed in the classic brown Jedi Knight attire, speaking casually to Vernestra. His slightly long, smooth hair, a light smile, and dark eyes framed by a chiseled jaw.

It was the first time I saw him. And the first time my heart beat so fast in my chest.

I didn’t know if it was because he was undeniably a handsome guy. I had never been too interested in that sort of thing, and anyway, it was forbidden for Jedi to have too impure thoughts. It was more... his aura. The amused smile but attentive eyes, the neat but relaxed posture... he seemed to shine with his own light. It was what I felt when I saw a member of the council, when I glimpsed Master Yoda in the corridors, reverence, respect, a bit of fear.

He was captivating, and he seemed to be aware of it.

I didn’t even realize that I had been staring at him longer than I should have. He noticed the insistent gaze on him. I must have looked quite ridiculous, a young girl hiding behind a book while staring at the great Jedi Knight, but the smile he gave me right after almost took my breath away as I blushed, perhaps for the first time in my life.

“And you must be the new Padawan who took my place. Nice to meet you, I’m Qimir” he said, extending a hand, and after casting a nervous glance at Vernestra, who was smiling at me, I hugged the book to my chest with one arm, my palm tingling, unsure whether to return the handshake.

Another inner turmoil came with that first touch. His hands had long, slender fingers, marked by numerous calluses, probably from gripping the lightsaber or the various missions he faced. It was just another reason why I started to admire him. I could see all the dots connecting in this figure that represented everything I wanted to become. A Jedi. A reference point for those in need.

I said my name in a low, timid voice, and he leaned towards me with a slight frown “Such a small voice, are you always like this, or am I making you nervous?” he joked, but I bit my lip, not knowing what to reply, I pulled my hand away, but he didn’t let go. Instead, he began to gently rub my knuckles with his thumb.

“Leave her alone, Qimir. She’s shy, don’t start with your teasing” Vernestra scolded him, at which he let go. I hid my hand under the table, clenching it into a fist, my skin tingling.

“Sorry, sorry. It must be a relief for you to have someone like this after me” she sighed but didn’t deny it either, at which I let out a smile and he, noticing, winked at me.

That was the first time I had dealings with him. But soon I began to see him everywhere. When he wasn’t on a mission, he stayed around the temple, so I encountered him in the corridors, in the halls, in the meditation room, and he always had a kind smile for me.

He made me feel special even though I knew it was a selfish feeling. When I managed to study with other Padawans in the library or practiced in the courtyard, he always stopped by to give me a nod. My friends were jealous, but I wasn’t really offended. Qimir was... kind.

It was like seeing the Force alive and pulsing around him. It was impossible not to look at him, not to wish that he would glance at you even just once.

Everyone wanted to be like him. Charismatic. Confident. Everyone wanted to be his friend.

One of the first missions I did with Master Vernestra was another point of contact. Being young, I wasn’t yet allowed in particularly dangerous scenarios, not to mention that if there was one thing I was lacking in, it was combat. I followed the Master almost everywhere, political life was just as important in a Jedi’s path, and I had to understand the mechanics early on for when I would be older, even though they were often more moments of leisure.

The meetings lasted hours, often discussing places, people, and things I knew nothing about. I tried to stay focused, but it was really difficult, and even Vernestra thought I shouldn’t strain myself too much, so she let me roam around, maybe continue studying, or even just take a little break.

One day, ready to depart, we were loading the luggage onto the ship. We were going to spend a few days on Hoth, and I was incredibly excited since I had never experienced a planet with that kind of climate before. As I was lost in my thoughts, a light knock interrupted me. At the foot of the ramp, Qimir gave me a half-smile "Is there room for me too?" I was still intimidated by his presence since we had never really spoken before. I opened my mouth several times, glancing around awkwardly, not sure if he was teasing me or if I was too stupid to understand what he meant.

"I hope you didn’t bring your usual baggage" Vernestra said behind me, gently placing a hand on my shoulder. I looked at her, confused "Excuse me Master, is Qimir coming with us?" I struggled even to pronounce his name, it felt like an insult to do so, as if I didn’t have enough experience to earn such a privilege.

"What, you don't want me around?" he smiled as he walked up the ramp. I squirmed uncomfortably, realizing the embarrassing situation I had caused "N-no, I didn’t mean that—" He smiled even more, but Vernestra intervened again, scolding him "Give her some space Qimir."

The plan was simple: it was a diplomatic mission, and Qimir had joined us to study for a few days with his former master. I didn’t know exactly what he needed, but he wanted her advice. We left a few minutes later, and I avoided the control room like the plague. I only entered once to ask how much longer it would take, burning alive under Qimir’s gaze, then I shut myself in the bedroom and did my homework.

Hoth was as beautiful as it was freezing. But it was worth it; I had never seen such an immense expanse of white, the ground soft underfoot from the snow, the ice mountains, creatures I had never seen before. Vernestra stopped to talk to some locals, and I approached the enormous door overlooking the ice field. I wondered if the entire planet was like this. Did anyone live in those isolated areas? How could anyone survive in such a harsh climate?

A gloved hand rested on my back, snapping me out of my thoughts.

I turned, expecting to see my master, but under the hood, it was Qimir’s dark eyes that looked at me with a gentle smile on his face.

"Beautiful, isn’t it?" he asked before turning back to look at the white expanse before us. I nodded hesitantly. Nervous about speaking to him, I bit my lip but managed to gather the courage "Do you know... if there’s anyone who lives in these lands?" He looked at me, puzzled, and I quickly corrected myself "I mean... besides the local species. Or aliens accustomed to these temperatures. Do you think others could live in a place like this?" He let out a small amused puff, "Well, we actually know for sure. There are many bandits or pirates hiding in these lands. Mainly to hide something, you know, it’s not worth sending search teams into snowstorms for a single man" he explained.

I made a sound of acknowledgment, but he continued "And if we’re talking about others... I think so. Someone who likes solitude or seeks peace. It seems like a good place not to be found" At that point, I turned toward him "Completely alone? It seems..." sad. But I was afraid to say it out loud, sadness wasn’t one of those emotions a Jedi should typically feel, but it felt natural to feel melancholy at the thought of people wanting to lose themselves in nothingness, to never be found again.

"Sad?" he seemed to read my mind "You see, emotions are very complicated to recognize. What might seem sad to you might mean peace to others. As Jedi, we often take many emotions for granted, but we often forget to give them context" I listened, hanging on his every word.

The conversation seemed... strange in some way. It made sense. Of course it did, he was older than me, had more experience in the field, and knew what he was talking about. I should have just nodded and thanked him for sharing those words.

I ignored the burning sensation I felt and thanked him in a faint voice It felt silly to do so, but it was the least I could do.

He smiled at me and gently took my hand "Let’s go, we need to warm up a bit. Trust me, in two more minutes, you won’t be able to feel the tip of your nose" he joked. I stifled a giggle and let him lead me inside toward the rooms. I didn’t know if it was because we were both wearing gloves or because of the conversation we had just had, but I didn’t feel uncomfortable being held by the hand.

A couple of days later, I was alone in one of the bases scattered across the ice. Vernestra was in a meeting and had forbidden me from attending due to the sensitivity of some of the information that would be exchanged. The problem was that these places weren’t particularly full of people or things to do. Yes, there was a bar area, but after the third cup of hot chocolate, I was afraid of pushing my stomach to the limit, so I stayed at the entrance, my feet in a pile of snow as I doodled or made small, questionable-looking statues.

I was so engrossed in the crooked little house I was shaping out of the ice that I didn’t notice the snowball being thrown in my direction.

I let out a startled yelp when it hit the hood on my head. I spun around just in time to see Qimir burst into laughter "Why did you do that?!" I stood up quickly, brushing the snow off my head.

"You looked so bored, I woke you up, didn’t I?" he chuckled.

I glared at him with a pout while he continued to laugh, so I decided to get revenge.

I bent down to grab a pile of snow, quickly making two balls. I threw the first one, but he easily dodged it.

He turned with an arrogant smile, ready to boast when the second one hit him square in the face.

I burst into laughter. He wiped the snow from his nose, his smile gone before bending down to grab more snow.

I shouted his name, realizing immediately what he was about to do, and started running through the snow with him on my heels. We didn’t even have time to make proper snowballs, we just grabbed the snow in our hands, compacted it as best we could, and threw it at each other in a never-ending war. Sometimes I noticed people giving us amused looks as they arrived or departed from the base, but I didn’t care, I was so happy that, for the first time, I didn’t even care what people thought of me.

An hour later, Vernestra called us back, giving us a confused look. She sighed and sent us to dry off. I felt a bit embarrassed at that moment, and I apologized for the childish behavior, but she smiled at me and assured me there was nothing wrong with what we had done.

In the end I took a full shower someone had left dinner on my bed, considering how long I had been under the hot water. I ate and, putting on one of the heavy local pajamas, decided to step out into the hallway to ask the Master what we would be doing the next day. I knew she wasn’t in bed yet, based on her nightly habits.

I walked down the hallway on the second floor, where the various guest rooms were located, when I noticed that her door was already open.

I approached slowly and immediately recognized Qimir’s voice.

"I’m just saying, if we block the main routes, they’d be forced to come out into the open" With a sense of curiosity, I pressed myself against the wall to peek into the room. The two were looking at an old map spread out on the table.

"I agree, but it would take too many resources, and we don’t know the exact times or routes. It would take a lot of time" she replied wearily. Qimir, standing next to her, bit his lip before flashing one of his smiles, "Or... we could sneak in"

She sighed again "The point is the same. We don’t have the resources—"

"I’ll go in myself. I’ll cut the power right under their noses, and—" She interrupted him with a wave of her hand.

"Do you realize what you’re saying? Sneaking in like a thief, and then what? Even if I let you do it, they could still escape, and..." He circled the desk, positioning himself in front of her, his back to me, so I barely heard what he said "No one said we need them alive—"

A sudden thud made me jump. I pressed my hands to my mouth, paralyzed, afraid they had heard me "No. Stop this nonsense, Qimir."

I don’t know what they said after that, I was too busy slipping back into my room, the conversation I had just overheard spinning in my head.

Sometimes, as a Jedi, you had to make drastic choices, right?

Or at least, it seemed that way.

I tried to forget about it and went to sleep.

[gothamhappiness]

Being in a relationship with Bruce Wayne: a journey - Hi, Jason (Part V)

It's a big series about an afab!reader who doesn't like Bruce Wayne and who still falls in love with him (he fells quicker and harder)

Reader's origin story // Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4

Warnings: no proof reading, Jason's relationships with Bruce and Dick are discussed, mentions of Joker, violence, death

You met with Dick again in a bookstore. At first, you thought that it was quite a strange coincidence, until you saw him trying to talk with a very big boy who didn’t seem very interested in talking with him. Dick appeared upset ; the other boy was just shrugging and trying to focus on the books in front of him. 

You hesitated to go to them; you didn’t want to intrude. You weren’t too sure to recognise the other boy, but his face somehow seemed familiar. What decided you was where they were standing: the classic literature aisle of the store. Which was what you were looking for when you entered the shop.

You thought you could just say hi and then leave them alone if your presence was annoying them. You carefully walked to them.

“Hey Dick” you greeted the boy who turned around and instantly smiled at you. 

You weren’t too sure if it was a real smile yet, so you didn’t come closer to him, but his answer showed he was actually glad to see you.

“Hey, Y/N! What are you doing here?” he asked

“Buying books I guess.” you teased “I was looking for Mansfield Park or Emma, now I finished Pride and Prejudice” you said. 

The big boy to whom Dick was trying to talk to, quickly turned around and looked you up and down. He watched you with curiosity sparkling in his green eyes. Dick took his chance before his brother could go back to the cover of the book he was holding.

“Y/N, this is Jason, my little brother. You seem to share the same taste in books” Dick introduced the two of them

“Hi, Jason” you smiled as you cautiously observed him, remembering who he was now you knew his name.

You remembered what you read about Bruce and his son “who came back from the dead” and all the headlines about “Bruce arguing with his adoptive son”. It had quite broken your heart at the time.

“You’re Bruce’s new girlfriend?” he asked you quite bluntly

“I hate titles and I hate to feel like a possession. But yes, I'm currently seeing Bruce.” you replied and Jason nodded “I’m surprised you heard about me.” you added. 

“Didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. It's just that things are rocky with Bruce.” Jason said and you reassuringly smiled at him “And yeah, everyone is talking about you in the “family”. Dick and Tim said you were nice.” Jason explained his first coldness to you

“I understand; Bruce isn’t always easy and you don’t know me” you nodded

“Ah yeah?” Jason arched an eyebrow at you. 

He had expected you to take Bruce’s defence, like everyone else.

“Let’s say that I like challenges.” you smiled “And I’m not Bruce’s lawyer” you joked

“You should thank god for that, or you would have a lot of work” Jason grinned and you could tell Dick was quite happy about the current interaction.

“Can I buy the two of you a drink or something? Or a meal” you asked. “There is this sweet little café right outside the bookstore” you offered

You actually wanted to know more of them. Jason was curious about you so he agreed. Dick wanted to come as well, but he quickly received a call from Büdhaven. He reluctantly left the two of you together. Dick would have enjoyed some time with his brother too, but maybe you would help. If you helped with Bruce, he was certain you could do pretty much anything. At the same time, he really hoped Jason wasn’t going to scare you away from the family as a way to avenge himself.

But you knew better; you had met Red Hood before and you liked him.

You settled in the café. You started to talk about literature at first. You were both passionate so it was a good conversation starter. You gave each other some recommendations and debated on characters you liked or disliked. Your point of views on characters were often based on your experiences, so it naturally led to a conversion about each other’s lives. And of course, you arrived at the subject of Bruce Wayne.

“I’ll tell him to apologise to you. He shouldn’t have acted that way even if I do agree with the no killing rule” you said “You’re both right in a way, but… Bruce should have talked to you, he should have let you know what was going on with the Joker and why he couldn’t kill him. Why you couldn't kill him either. He should have been there to appease your anger, not the opposite” you said

“You’ll quickly learn that he doesn’t talk much. Especially not about his feelings. If it gets too personal, he’ll push the subject away. If it can hurt him, he’ll run away. He's a bad dad for that. And he might be a bad partner to you as well” Jason told you

“I’m sorry about what happened to you. It must have been so difficult to wake up without your family. And in a body you didn’t know. You did good, despite the murders and everything. Actually, Red Hood has always been my favourite vigilante” you admitted without commenting on the last part of Jason’s words. You wanted to believe that Bruce would make an effort for you.

Jason chuckled as you mentioned his vigilante persona.

“It’s true you never wrote anything bad about me. I thought you were scared of me… Until I realised we actually met” he teased, his eyes litting up

“Oh you remember? Yes I used to live in your territory, and now I’m nearby. I stand by what I said that night: I know what you did for people like us, that’s why I thanked you. Bruce can’t understand what it is to be poor and lost and to have to do bad things to survive. But I’ll make sure he does better with you.” you said “Just promise me to speak with Dick. Your brother looks like he is very eager to have you back in his life. He seemed very sorry you weren’t speaking with him earlier” you added

“I will try to talk with him again then. Thank you for… Thank you. I think I really needed to have this conversation with somebody but no one wanted to have it and I couldn’t really go to a therapist. You’re easy to talk with” he whispered, a little bit awkward

“I know” you smiled “I’m glad if I’ve been able to help”

“Is it your good action of the day to go to Heaven?” Jason joked 

“Absolutely” you giggled

A moment of comfortable silence engulfed the two of you. You both enjoyed your tea before you resumed talking:

“Hey you know what, this is my phone number. You can call or text me whenever you need it.” you offered

“Why?” Jason plunged his eyes onto yours. 

He was definitely not used of adults being there for him, especially without a catch

“Well I’m afraid I’m a family woman and my own family sucks very much. And since Bruce wants me around, I’d prefer it if I can get along with his people. I’d like to take care of you all.” you admitted, feeling a little shy to say all of this out loud.

Jason was also very easy to talk to.

“I don’t think I’m one of his people. Not anymore at least.” Jason sadly smiled at you

“You can be one of mine then. Take it as a repayment for allowing me to go back home every night without having to worry about anyone slicing my throat off” you insisted

“All the pleasure’s mine” he chuckled before saving your number onto his phone “You know, everyone says Bruce is nicer since you’re around. I have to admit this is true. Maybe happiness can truly change a man” 

“Even a bat?” you joked because Jason’s words were touching you a little more than you wanted to show it

“Even a bat” Jason nodded

A few days later, you received a message from Jason, clearly tasting the water with you.

J: Hey wanna go have some lunch together today or tomorrow?

You: Today sounds good :)

After this, you regularly had lunch together and Jason clearly started to see you as a motherly figure, and you saw him as a son. He crashed at your place more than once after patrol, so you could eat together. Bruce never commented on your relationship with Jason, but he heard you when you asked him to apologise.

Which he did.

Jason accepted it and tried his best with Dick and his other siblings. He was still feeling awkward around everyone, but he was slowly spending more time at the manor, even when Bruce was there. 

When Bruce asked if you wanted to meet all of his children anytime soon, you agreed but you instantly sent a message to Jason to make sure he would be there as well. He eagerly agreed because he couldn’t wait for you to be officially a member of the Batfamily.

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PART 6

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[lieslab]

Somewhere only we know

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Pairing: Seungmin X gn reader

Summary: You find yourself in an overwhelming pit of depression when your boyfriend interrupts with a plan to cheer you up.

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 2.7K

Trigger warning: Depression and self-hatred.

A/N: I finally got around to this request!! This idea has lived rent free in my head for a while, so I'm glad I've finally gotten the chance to put it to good use. This might be one of the only pieces I've written that has me giggling and blushing. Enjoy <3

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The lights were off again and the ghosts were roaming. Whispers of hatred and the acidic self-insecurity had taken control of the reigns. You couldn’t remember the last time you smiled. It had been so long since you spoke, you couldn’t remember what your voice sounded like. 

What was new? Trapped in another bottomless pit. Choking and screaming, you used to fight to stay floating, but something had just changed recently. Why was it so hard to be happy? 

When did waking up feel like a chore? The walk to the bathroom felt like climbing Everest. Picking up your toothbrush was like picking up a boulder. Why did it all have to be so hard? 

There was a permanent curve in your spine now. You couldn’t remember when your eyes were bright. Everything was easy when you were a naive child. Unfortunately, time changed and life went on. You didn’t have the safety of adults surrounding you. 

That was the one thing that truly sucked about getting older. Sure, you could have friends and you had your boyfriend, but you had to face your battles alone. Your friends couldn’t make life choices for you. It’s not their responsibility to make sure you’re taking care of yourself. 

It’s something you struggled with. Part of you wanted someone to reach out. You wanted a helping hand and yet you didn’t. You wanted to be entirely alone and at peace. Let your eyes glaze over and the muted TV screen colors melt together. You weren’t even paying attention anymore. 

The episodes of ‘The Great British Bake-Off’ blurred together. There were Italian cakes and pies. There were French pastries that you had no idea how to pronounce. The blend of sweet treats meddled in your mind. 

You used to watch this show with such passion. Happily rooting for your favorites and becoming distraught when your favorites went home. Rolling your eyes at silly technical flaws and gasping when desserts fell apart. 

With a scoff and a “I could do that better and I’m not even a baker,” you used to amuse Seungmin. You were the one that introduced him to the show. The two of you used to taunt each other over who could bake what dessert better. They were empty taunts and free fun, nothing less and nothing more. 

You missed him. You missed him more than words described. It had been a while since the two of you had been around each other. Comeback seasons were always hard and there wasn’t enough time to juggle a relationship and his career. 

You didn’t mind it, but he did. He was always feeling awful about not being around. Interview questions kept him preoccupied. Photoshoot poses had to be shot without his cell phone. Music videos had tight deadlines with all hands on deck. 

It wasn’t really a surprise that the last text you sent him this morning went unanswered, but you still missed him. You missed those teasing and the taunts and the- 

What are you doing?

A soft sigh escaped your lips and you shut your eyes. Even the memory of him was starting to physically make your heart ache. The two of you had been dating for a while and yet, you still weren’t used to these few weeks where life seemed a bit emptier. 

Struggling with your mental health only made it harder. Were these dark shadows eternal? Were you cursed to drown in this wave of sadness? Maybe you weren’t meant for all of this. The never-ending wheel of misery that life seemed to be. 

You were spiraling and you couldn’t help it. You squeezed your eyes shut and reached for the remote. Screw it, you were heading towards bed. That exhaustion always seemed to seep into your soul lately. Sleep was the best temporary cure for it. It was starting to get late anyway. 

You pushed yourself up, picked up the remote, and then your body froze. Your ears perked up and you shifted towards your front door. Surely, nobody would be here at this hour? It was almost ten in the evening. 

You swallowed your nerves and stood up. Wooden floorboards creaked beneath your weight. The doorbell rang once more. Closer and closer you inched to the door. Closer and closer until… 

“I know you’re in there! Don’t leave me out here, it’s hot! I can hear you watching that stupid baking show. Let me in! This shit is heavy!” 

You blinked in shock at the sound of Seungmin’s voice. Your hand outstretched and it didn’t take long for you to yank the door open. There your boyfriend stood with two hands full of plastic bags. 

“Thank god, you’re still awake, I thought you’d be asleep. Now move your ass and let me in.” 

“What are you-” 

“Don’t ask until I have it all put together. Go sit on the couch and I’ll tell you when you’re done. You’re not allowed in the kitchen, so if you need me, just holler.” 

“But why? You have work tomorrow and yo-” 

“Nuh-uh. We finished everything early and the company gave us the next two days off. I’ve missed my significant other. Let’s go, haul your ass!” 

He was used to your apartment. This was his home away from home. This safety net of love and compassion. He knew where you stored everything. He knew where your secrets hid and he had seen your inner demons roam. 

You sighed at his insistence, but went back to the living room anyway. Sinking back into the couch, you glanced out of the corner of your eye. The kitchen was partly hidden by the bar counter that shot out of a distant wall. You didn’t know what he was doing with all the bags. 

“If you’re making dinner,” you finally mustered up the courage, “we could have ordered takeout.” 

“We’re not making dinner, but speaking of that, have you eaten?” 

You frowned and your eyes went to the coffee table. The remote and a near full plastic bottle of water were sitting there. You thought it’d be easier to drink water from a water bottle, but it wasn’t. 

“Not yet,” you admitted. “I’ve kind of been too soaked up in the show, I’ve been binging it.” 

Seungmin knew that response was bullshit, but he wasn’t going to press you about it. He knew something was up with you when you stopped responding to his texts. He’d have to wait hours before he’d get a single response. He tried to answer as soon as he could, but then you wouldn’t respond. 

He knew how much you liked to curl inward on yourself when you mentally struggled. You were good at shutting yourself away from the world. You thought it was fine, but he knew that if you kept it up, you’d collapse beneath it. 

“Okay, so you can order us some dinner. I haven’t eaten dinner either.” It was a lie, but he didn’t want to make you feel guilty for being the only one getting food. “What are we thinking?” 

“It’s getting late.” 

“So fast food, it is.” 

You chuckled and shook your head, but it didn’t sway you away. While bags ruffled and Seungmin grumbled and struggled in your kitchen, you ordered the two of yourselves food. 

“Holy shit,” you got out. 

“What? What is it? Are you okay?” He stopped what he was doing and rushed towards the living room. 

“They’re totally backed up on orders! It looks like there’s a few places closed, so if we want food, it’s going to take two hours. I mean we could go get it, but I-” 

“Do you think you can wait two hours?” 

“Can you?” You jerked your head up to glance at him. 

He grinned, “this is perfect. Go ahead and order and I’ll finish setting up.” 

“I don’t like not knowing what you’re doing.” 

“You’ll know soon enough.” 

“What do you want?” 

“The usual.” 

As you ordered, he continued to set up until he finally finished. “Okay, I’m ready! Come out here now!” 

You pushed yourself off the couch and headed towards your kitchen. Before you could make it there, he stopped you and shoved something over your head. You raised an eyebrow as you glanced down at the black apron. “What are you doing?” 

“Every baker needs an apron.” 

“Huh?” 

He grabbed something from behind you and shoved it on your head. You stared at him in shock as he adjusted the puffy white hat. “Ta-dah!” 

“Did you just put a chef hat on my head?” 

“Maybe you should be thanking me because I didn’t put a rat up there first.” 

You rolled your eyes and glanced over. A wide variety of ingredients were placed along the counter tops. Two large mixing bowls were situated on the counter behind you. You glanced at all of it in confusion. 

“What is this?” 

“Welcome to your very own version of your favorite baking show. The contestants are us and the winner gets bragging rights. The other will never be able to forget that they suck at baking.” 

“You gave me a chef hat…for baking?” 

“Cooking and baking are basically the exact same thing.” 

Your jaw dropped in shock. “I can’t believe you just said that. You watch my show with me and you still don’t know the difference? Baking is usually measured ingredients and it’s baked whereas cooking is flexible and you can add and subtract things into your di-” 

“Spoken like a true nerd. Anyway, let’s get on with the show. Chop, chop!” He clapped his hands and spun around. “Since I clothed you, I expect you to do the same. The stuff is behind you.” 

You tried not to laugh as you put the apron over his head and tied the strings. When you were finished, you placed the chef hat on his fluffy hair and tugged too hard. He yelled the moment he couldn’t see. 

“You’re cheating! Cheater! We’ve gotta cheater and the competition hasn’t even started yet!” He huffed and jerked the hat back up while you laughed. 

There it was. That melodic sound that he thought about every night before bed. It was so rich and so glorious. He wished he could experience it until the end of time. 

“You’re so dramatic!” 

“Well, someone has to call you out on cheating and I’m the only one here to do it!” 

“What are we making?” 

“What if I said I haven’t figured it out yet?” 

Your eyes glanced over in confusion. All the ingredients were sprawled out, but he didn’t know? “So what is all of th-” 

“I just picked out a bunch of random stuff,” he shrugged. “There’s some different fruits. Flour, sugar, baking powder, and baking soda. I got some different spices and some vanilla. I just figured that we’d try our best to make something out of it.” 

“We’re going into this blind?” 

“Yeah.” 

“I hope you know that this is going to be a disaster.” 

“For you, it is. For me, I’m basically a pro.” He rubbed his hands together and then clapped. “Alright, let’s get this party started!” 

You walked over to your bowl, grabbed it, and glanced at all the ingredients. “So what are you making?” 

“I’m not telling.” 

“How are we going to bake something without measuring cups?” 

He froze and his eyes widened. “Wait, I thought you had those! Please don’t tell me that you…” You shook your head. “Oh no.” 

You waved him off and shook your head a final time. “It’s fine, we can adjust. We’ll just use spoons or our hands. Speaking of that, I need to clean mine.” 

“Ha! I’m already one step ahead of you. I’d never poison the judges with germs.” 

“What judges?” 

“You.” 

“Oh.”

While you washed your hands, Seungmin headed over to the opposite counter and grabbed the flour. He started to tug, but the bag wouldn’t open fully. With a sigh of annoyance, he gripped the sides tighter and tugged. 

When you heard sputtering, you whipped around with the dish towel still in your hand. You were utterly speechless as a puff of flour blew out of Seungmin’s mouth. The two of you stared at each other in silence. 

It covered his entire face. Both of his darkened eyebrows and eyelashes were coated in it. Sun-kissed golden skin had turned moonlight pale. The chef’s hat tipped back off his head and laid on the floor behind him. A strangled giggle erupted in the back of your throat. 

“Stop it! It’s not funny!” With every word spat, flour slipped off his head. It blew off his nose and freed itself from his lips. When he brushed pale handprints on his black apron, you lost it entirely. 

Collapsing onto your knees, giggles streamed from your mouth. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t stop them. Every time Seungmin huffed or grumbled, you laughed harder. He looked like the abominable snowman. 

“You think this is funny, huh?” He grabbed a handful of flour from the table and chucked it your way. The snowy smoke stained the front of your own apron. 

“Hey!” You cried out as you brushed it off. “That’s not fair! You did this to yourself, don’t take it out on me!” He laughed and grabbed another handful. You screeched and ran to the other side of the kitchen. Your hat managed to fall off in the process. “Stop it!” 

“Get back here!” 

He couldn’t help it. Your smiles and laughter were so infectious. He knew it had been harder for you without him around all the time. The two day vacation from the company was a small slice of heaven. 

When you dodged one way, so did he. You slipped onto the floor as he shoved the handful of flour in your hair. You grabbed another one and shoved it to his chest. He yelped as the powdery substance slipped down his shirt. 

“Hey!” 

“You started it!” 

“You brat!” 

You didn’t know how long the two of you ran around throwing handfuls of flour at each other. Unfortunately for you, the bag of flour he had gotten was bigger than usual. Flour was all over your pants, your cheeks, and your apron. You were even sure it had entered your armpit. 

You finally collapsed onto the ground in the leftover piles. A powdered haze settled over the area. Both of you were breathless and full of delight. 

“Okay,” Seungmin managed to get out, “we call it a tie for now.” 

“Uh-huh.” 

“Next time, we’ll prepare better.” 

“With an actual recipe,” you added. 

“With an actual recipe,” he agreed. 

The two of you stayed silent for a while. Your eyes shut and you panted. It had been so long since you had a little fun. You forgot how small things like this tended to fossilize in our hearts. This tiny memory was one that you’d remember with such joy and delight, you’d never forget it. 

“I think I choked on too much flour. Everything tastes like bland ass and-” 

“You’ve eaten ass?” 

“You’re about to eat this fist.” 

You laughed and sprawled out your limbs. Your eyes shut and before you knew it, your limbs began to move. Up and down, up and down, up and down. 

“What the hell are you doing?” 

“Snow angel.” 

“This isn’t snow.” 

“A flour angel is the same concept.” 

Seungmin pushed himself up and stared over at you. A small smile was on your face as your body moved up and down. Sure enough, it looked like an angel was forming behind you. The blank pits of the floor created the illusion of wings where your arms were shifting. 

His own smile appeared on his face. Your flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes. God, he wished he could keep you happy like this forever. He knew he couldn’t, but he’d sure try. 

“Okay, come on, angel.” He stood up and reached out a hand towards you. “We’ve gotta go shower and clean this mess up before the food arrives.” 

“Or we could just stay here for a little longer.” 

“Or we could just go get cleaned up, so we don’t smell like grain.” 

“You always have to ruin the fun,” you huffed. 

“Who said the fun had to stop at the shower? You never know what might-” 

You were up within seconds and rushing towards the shower. All he could do was playfully roll his eyes and chuckle. You left white footprints the entire way there. He wanted to lecture you, but for now, he was just glad you were smiling again. 

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[cillianhead]

hii! your work is amazing from what i’ve seen. so so amazing. i know you do a lot of smut but i was just wondering if you would do fluff headcanons of cillian with a fem reader who absolutely adores music? also maybe what would he do if you like dragged him to a music festival? would he enjoy it? thank you so much!!

Oh my gosh! Thank you. I'm glad you enjoy what I've written so far :)

Thank you so much for your request and I will happily write a fluffy fic just for you <3

Put The Beatles On, Light The Candles, Go Back To Bed || Cillian Murphy x Reader

warnings: None really, fluffy <3, mentions of an unspecified age gap between reader and Cillian, reader and Cillian aren't married.

You and Cillian had a very harmonious relationship. You showed him how to get out of his comfort zone more and he showed you the finer quieter things of life. Like books, new music, poetry, and films.

You've always loved music, obsessing over it since you were little, not being able to go anywhere without your headphones and something with some sort of music that could play through it. Without it you're an irritated mess. And when you met Cillian, he introduced you to new music you'd never heard before, it's what you bonded over when getting to know each other.

Before you lived together, you'd stay up all night, listening to records he'd recommend you or calling all night long, talking about whatever together, talking about music. And when you moved in, it was just perfect. His record collection was large and full of rare finds, when he was away for work, you'd play the same Beatles album over and over again, falling asleep to it. It was comforting to you, in the presence of music, you felt Cillian there, even in his absence. You couldn't listen to one song without thinking of him.

Swaying in his living room with him, his arms wrapped around you as he sung along softly to the words. He was the perfect man for you, you both had a shared love and passion for music. You'd stay up writing songs together, playing various instruments, and making up melodies to gentle love songs dedicated to one another. It was cheesy but it was also so beautiful.

One time, Cillian wrote a short sappy love song on his guitar for you, the words were simple but meaningful, you sat cross legged, watching him play his guitar with that shy smile on his face and rosy cheeks and when the song was over, he'd look at you to see your reaction to find you sitting there crying quietly.

"Oh no, Y/N, what's wrong, baby love?" He gently placed his guitar to the side, kneeling on the ground in front of you, cupping your face in his hands. "Why are you crying?"

"That... that was the most beautiful thing I've ever heard, Cillian," You sobbed, whimpering as happy tears streamed down your face. That was the moment he knew he was going to spend the rest of his life with you. "I love you so much, I love you, Cillian... thank you for writing that for me." You cried softly.

"Oh you sweet girl," He leaned in, pressing a kiss to your lips in the hopes to calm you down. Even though he knew you were happy crying, it still pained him to see your tears. "I love you more than anything, that song was only a small example of it, please don't cry or I'll start crying too..." He pulled you into his lap, tears starting to well in his own eyes, cradling you in his arms, on the floor of his living room. He hummed into your hair. You were both so incredibly in love. Two souls perfectly intertwined, your love was a slow gentle waltz and life was the music that let you dance.

Though you weren't the most extraverted person, you were definitely more outgoing than Cillian himself. He was quiet and reserved, though around you he would open up a bit more, he couldn't help being quiet when the two of you went out in public, for whatever reason it was. So when you got tickets to a one day music festival with some artists that you liked and you thought Cillian may like too, he was very hesitant to go with you. Not because he didn't want to but because he knew there would be thousands of people there, probably a lot younger than him, he'd definitely feel out of place. But he couldn't deny you something that seemed like it made you so happy.

So on the day of the festival, Cillian kept a tight arm around your waist both for his own comfort and to protect you, even if you didn't need protecting. You were so excited, raving on about how excited you were to see Lana Del Rey and all the other artists that were performing. He smiled at how happy you were. You had a glow around you when you were smiling, one that made him give you big heart eyes.

"You're so cute, love," He muttered into your hair as he placed a loving kiss on your temple. "Gonna make you m'wife, love how you love music, love you."

"Oh shut up!" You teased, nudging him softly as you shook your head bashfully. You stood more towards the back of the mosh pit, so you guys had a little more room to dance and privacy to yourselves. The event was quite colorful, people covered in glitter and nothing else walked by and tight revealing clothes, you could see Cillian's flushed face, he wore one of his cardigans and dress pants, a very modest outfit, one he usually wore everyday. You thought he was so cute. You could tell he was nervous. "I love you, Cillian, we can always leave if you don't feel up to it... I won't be upset. I just want you to feel okay." You kissed him reassuringly, he just smiled at you in response. That's all you needed to see to know he was telling you he was alright.

Your relationship was like that. You didn't need to speak to understand each other, you could give each other a glance and you would know how the other was feeling. Your hearts were connected, after all.

When the performer came on stage, Cillian took a step back, leaning against one of the barricades and watching you with a grin on his pretty face, arms crossed loosely over his chest. You danced and swayed to the music, singing your heart out to the words. You were the most beautiful thing to him, so carefree and free spirited, an angel in human form. Occasionally you'd look back at him with that big dopey smile of pure bliss, your eyes full of love and Cillian didn't know how he could love you more in that moment. He'd never met anyone like you, anyone that he could spend days and days on end with and never get sick of.

Though big crowds and festivals weren't his thing, the sight of you dancing to the music and laughing at how much fun you were having was the most lovely thing. It made his heart swell and a sense of calmness floated over him. You were all he ever wanted. As long as you were happy, he was happy.

As one of the slower songs began to play, you walked over to him, leaning against him and swaying softly, his arms wrapped around you from behind as he placed gentle kisses on your neck and collarbones. Your skin was like a drug to him, the high washing over him in waves. "My lovely girl," He'd whisper. "Love of my life."

"I love you, Cillian." You felt like the luckiest person in the world. As long as you had Cillian's love and music, you knew you'd be okay.

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Oh to be in Cillian's arms and swaying softly to music :(

[mikachacha]

𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚃𝚘𝚘 𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚕 (𝙱𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝙻𝚎𝚎 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛) Pt. 6

Synopsis: you thought you were finally ready to face her but you were dead wrong. And so the revenge begins.

Warnings: anxiety attacks, y/n being a petty bitch, cursing

(A/N: if y'all don't know yet, this is the reputation era and guess what? We're extending for two more parts! cons of having way too much idea but thank you guys so much for still supporting this little series from start and now we're nearing the finish line 🫶🫶)

Prologue | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 |

Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8

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You felt your heart stop for a moment when you realized it was Bada who you bumped into. You hurriedly picked up the papers and took those that she managed to gather. You apologized for bumping into her before thanking her hurriedly then you scurried off. You went to the comfort room, hid inside one of the stalls as you began sobbing uncontrollably. Your heart is beating way too fast inside your chest and you didn't like it at all. You hated the feeling. It's like you're being chased by someone and you're struggling to calm yourself down.

"Hey? Are you okay there?" someone knocked on your door and you couldn't speak due to the fact that you're still sobbing and shaking like a leaf. You needed help, you know it so you opened the door and when the person saw you in that situation, they led you out of the stall and began rubbing your back in a soothing manner.

"Hey.. Hey listen to my voice, sweetie.. I want you to breathe with me, okay?" the person said and cupped your cheeks with their palm and you nodded. You're feeling light headed from this anxiety attack and you could hardly breathe and this person is doing an amazing job at helping you calm down. You followed their voice and breathed at their cue. Your sobs became less and less and you were breathing on your own.

You hugged the person in front of you, really thankful that they found you on time and helped you. You couldn't imagine what could've happened if they didn't come to your aid. The person only rubbed your back, sighing in relief that you're okay now.

"Thank you so much for helping me out.. I really appreciate it. I'm Y/N by the way.." you pulled away from the hug and introduced yourself to your savior.

"I'm Yeni. It's nice meeting you and no worries, if you ever need someone to talk to, just go over to Wolf'Lo or if I'm not there, you can always ask my team." Yeni says and you nodded happily. You're glad that you're making new friends and Yeni seemed really nice and sweet.

You fixed yourself up and walked out of the comfort room with Yeni, joking and laughing like you've known each other for years. Unbeknownst to both of you, Bada saw and she's confused and a bit hurt but she really couldn't blame you. It's been three years and you definitely deserve someone who will make you laugh, not someone who makes you cry and doubt your own worth constantly. She wants to be happy for you, she really does but she couldn't help but feel jealous and wish it was her who's making you laugh. She's annoyed with how selfish she sounds but Bada's still not over you, she's still so in love with you.

Days went by and you're doing your best to avoid Bada at all cost which was quite hard since you're technically working together and she's actively seeking you out. You just pretend that she's not there or go stick with Jam Republic or go to Wolf'Lo but if both options are not available, you just go the opposite way pretending to have forgotten something. Bada was getting slightly annoyed by this so when they took a break from filming, she went over to where you stood with Jam Republic and tapped your shoulder.

"Y/N? Can we talk?" Bada asked and you gave her your most nonchalant over the shoulder look and raised your eyebrow while looking at her. Before you could respond, Ling spoke.

"Do you guys know each other, Y/N?" she asks and you turned to face her and the rest of the team before shaking your head, denying that you and Bada know each other which was a pretty low blow but it's pretty satisfying, especially when you saw how Bada's smile faltered at the denial.

"Not really. I must have gotten her papers mixed with yours when I bumped into her a few days ago. I'm gonna have to check to sort it all out." you told them and smiled. You then left with Jam Republic, leaving Bada there to process what the heck just happened.

Bada stood there, watching you leave with the pink group. She knows she deserve that cold treatment but damn did it hurt. Now she knows a fraction of how you felt years ago when she was this asshole who played with her. It wasn't a nice feeling, she felt like she was stabbed repeatedly on the chest.

"I'm not gonna lie just because you're my unnie but you did deserve that." Lusher said and patted Bada on the shoulder. She wanted to bitch out but she knows her friend is right, she did deserve it. She deserves more than that if she's gonna be totally honest. What she did to you and what she put you through is just plain cruel and there's no excuse that will justify that. But Bada is still wishing that maybe someday, you'll give her a chance to make it up to you. Maybe someday she can apologize for you and show you how sincere she is and she knows that it's impossible but she's still wishing that she can make things right and love you better this time.

Just because you're actively avoiding Bada doesn't mean that she has stopped putting effort into getting you to notice her. She'd send you flowers, cards, snacks and just about everything she knows you like but they always end up in the trash or given to other people. Your fellow translators would often shake their heads and snicker whenever something is delivered for you that came from Bada because they always knew its eventual fate, it's either in the trash or given to others.

Word got around that Bada is pursuing you but then someone leaked out the info of you being Bada's previous girlfriend and that you guys broke up in bad terms. You were honestly pissed off but you knew it'll come out eventually. You were hanging out on the bench outside, it was already dark out and you just wanted to feel the fresh air as you felt suffocated inside the studio. You had your eyes close when you felt someone sit beside you. You thought it was Bada and your rage must've been visible that it got Yeni laughing and placing an arm on your shoulder which calmed you down.

"It's just me, Y/N. Thought you fell asleep but I was proven wrong." she chuckles and you playfully slapped her thigh as you rolled your eyes. You knew why she was there, she's curious as well about your past relationship with Bada, as most people are.

"I know why you're here and it's okay, I know you're curious like the others. But please, don't tell anyone else about this. As much as I want to punch Bada in the face right now for all the things she did, I saw with my own eyes how hard she has worked to get to where she is right now. I don't want our past relationship define her, I don't want her past to define who she is right now." you told Yeni and she nodded, a silent reassurance that she understands and that she honors your request. You told her everything, how it started so well and how it fell apart. You were crying but you really wanted to get it off your chest and you felt like you could trust Yeni with all the burden you've been carrying in your heart for so long.

Yeni was shocked, angry and in awe as you told her your story with Bada. She didn't know that Bada was so cruel to you, she's also in awe how you managed to find the courage to get out of that relationship and begin again. Yeni was in tears as you finished and just hugged you tight. You were literally the sweetest person she knows and it's crazy that you went through all of that shit because of your love for that one person.

"Oh Y/N.. I'm so sorry that you went through that. But also thank you for telling me your story. I couldn't start to imagine how painful it must've felt for you to reopen that memory.. I really wish I could take some of your pain because that's too much for one person, too much for one lifetime but I can't.. All I can do is be here for you, talk to you and comfort you." Yeni says and you wiped your tears away, just letting yourself melt into her warm embrace as you slowly calmed down.

"Thank you, Yeni.. Thank you for always listening and being here for me when I needed someone to cry on.." you say and kissed her cheek. You wanted to stay like that some more but then you were both called back in as filming resumed. You parted ways but you're in a much better mood now. Yeni kept looking at you, a smile on her lips as she couldn't deny that her admiration for you grew even more as she got to know you better.

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[highfantasy-soul]

Things I LOVED in NATLA Episode 7 - The North

Lt Jee actually being worried for Zuko!!!!

And Iroh tenderly bandaging Zuko's head 🥺

Zuko desperate to make sure his father doesn’t truly think he's turned against him!!!!!

A FANTASTIC set-up for his eventual ACUTAL turn against his father

Zuko genuinely thanking Lt. Jee 😢

And aaggghhhh!!! Zhao being a tricky slimey mf

This is a slick way to get Zuko being blown up without the pirates - though they're fun characters, I think this set-up enhanced the themes they were exploring in the season more

TEAM AVATAR!!

So cute that Aang excitedly tells his friends he made a connection with Zuko - Sokka is unimpressed while Katara has hope that people can turn out to be good.

Agna Qel'a!!!!

It looks GORGEOUS! And love that it has a name now!!

Apparently it was given a name in one of the books, but they never did name it in the show, so I'm glad they did it here

I don't even care that they know it's the Avatar right off bat and they're ready to welcome them in - it was cool as shit flying over the city on Appa

Maybe they had scouts out that saw Appa flying and brought news to the city, same as the scouts who saw the Fire Nation fleet - I'll accept that

Them treating Aang like a weapon rather than a person 😡

It's something that comes up a lot in the series and I'm glad they aren't shying away from it

Lol Katara's sibling jibing at Sokka staring at Yue 🤣

I love these little sibling moments - they're just so cute

And Sokka now hard-core staring at the ground instead of at Yue because Katara said he looked like a weirdo doing that 😅

Zhao's overacting at how pissed he is 🤣

Then his 'omg I can yes and this. I can SO yes and this!' as Iroh tells him what he 'think's happened

Oooohhh Iroh's understated insults at Zhao's qualifications

And Zhao's comeback about no record of failure unlike Iroh😐 bitch, that still doesn't make you qualified!

More Azulaaa!!!!

I really love this added storyline to see exactly why Azula is the way she is

It's great to see that her place as next-in-line isn't a shoe-in here - she's desperate to show her father that 'she's the one' and will do anything to get there

Sokka's heart eyes 😍

Stewed sea prunes 😭😭😭

"It tastes like home" 😢

I like this intro to Pakku - like with Sokka, they're not doing a comical level of sexism, they're making it more realistic

YUE IS A BEEENNDDEERR!!!!!!

Also, using it for the most important things: dessert

Sokka's absolutely abysmal (bet very endearing) interaction attempts with Yue 😅

Her little fake gasps as he keeps saying the wrong thing, but smiling because she knows what he means, she's just teasing him 🥺 incredibly adorable

Love that they have a conversation that actually has substance!

Don't hate me, but in the cartoon, they never had a substantive conversation ONCE. It was just Sokka flirting, Yue giggling, then Yue freaking out and running away - rinse and repeat like, 5 times in the course of 3 episodes.

Omg Hahn isn't a dick!!!

I like the more mature tone they've taken in the live action - they can have jokes, but for serious topics like…idk, a battle against the Northern Water Tribe being genocided, they make the characters take it seriously

GOOOOODDDD the adults expecting Aang to be a master strategist and offensive weapon!!

This actually makes sense that they'd believe he could do it - Aang is the culmination of all the past Avatars, so they'd assume he has all their knowledge and power.

The poor kid just got out of his iceberg, though!!!

"Airbending is primarily a defensive discipline"

You tell them, Aang!!

"But you're not JUST an airbender" :( don't bring logic and reality into this, Arnook

"I did it with the help of my friends 😊"  sweet baby Aang

And here's Pakku, telling Aang what a lot of watchers were frustrated about this season: uuhh maybe you should have been focused on your training

While that's a legit comment, I think the live-action showed why Aang didn't pretty well

Love love LOVE that we're introduced to healing with respect rather than the distain it was shown in the animated series

Healing is a wonderful and beautiful skill and I'm glad we got to see Katara interested in it (and it being used) rather than Katara sadly moping into the igloo filled with children learning healing

Sometimes, when people try to make things less sexist, they end up making it more-so. I think that happened with the animated series where healing was actually put up in conflict with combat - where combat was clearly shown as the 'better' skill and healing was 'stupid and bad, we don’t want to do that'. The live-action showed that healing is an important and powerful skill, the only issue comes when you aren't ALLOWED to do anything else. Healing itself isn't the issue, the fact the women are kept from combat IS the issue.

Nice Hahn and Sokka fishing for info about Yue

Avatar Kuruk RESPECT!!!!

LOVE Yue getting more character here!

She can pop into the spirit world! It makes so much sense with her having part of the moon spirit inside her!

The live action fleshed her out soooo well!

Poor Sokka not understanding AT ALL why someone would want to go to the Spirit World for fun 😂

"Don't do that. Don't make it less than what it is"

Such an important message for EVERYONE. You don’t have to have the most tragic of backstories for your trauma to be important. This isn't the oppression olympics - we aren't doing the whole 'well someone else has it worse so you can't complain' bullshit.

Everyone has hurt in their lives and everyone deserves to have their hurt taken seriously and healed. It isn't 'strength' to pretend it's nothing - it's strength to face it and accept that it was important, not something to shove under the rug

Yue reminding Sokka about what makes him special - his care for his friends! He's not a selfish guy - just because he wasn't the best leader or warrior when he was 13 doesn't mean he has nothing to offer the world

"Hahn is everything a girl could want. But he is not the boy of my dreams" 😭😭😭

"Being the Avatar means being the one who bears the burden: alone."

The thing is: like in the animated version, this advice MAKES SENSE! But it's how you USE the advice that makes the difference

No, you can't put all the weight of responsibility on your friends, but neither can you do it without any help - or without caring for others. It's very much advice coming from pain: all the Avatars got hurt because they DIDN'T abandon their friends and so they're giving a skewed version of the advice onto Aang to try to spare him the pain they went through.

It's Aang's job to find the balance

Sokka's fish carving that Yue thinks is a bear 😭😭😭

I wanna see it, props department!!!!

Yeess!! Katara's first confrontation with Pakku!

I like how she still tries to lead with diplomacy, making her case, and Pakku has 'reasonable' excuses not to let her fight

Instead of him being cartoonishly sexist, he's much more realistic giving 'logical' reasons for Katara not to be in combat, but she stands up anyways because she knows it's wrong.

I can see how some might find Aang not wanting Katara to fight to be jarring, but this is in line with the animated series

When they're going into particularly dangerous missions, Aang does have a tendency to try to do it himself and tell Katara to sit this one out - he does it in The Winter Solstice: Part 2.

He's just been told a past life's love was killed because he didn't keep her out of his fight, he has no idea how he's going to win this battle, and he's realizing that he does see Katara as someone incredibly important to him. It's in line with who Aang is to try to keep her safe and away from the battle

Zhao coming up with nicknames for himself 😑

Iroh straight up calling Fire Nation 'info' propaganda!!

While some people could see this as 'treason', when you're in positions of power in high-control groups, you KNOW it's propaganda - you HELP CREATE the lies and when people are going to do something stupid (like attack the North without a solid plan), you let them know that they're being stupid if they're going to make battle plans based on the lies you've helped spread.

Zhao and his dumb bitch destiny 🙄 he's such a great villain - he's one who's bought into his own lies

"The plan is to prove my father wasn't wrong to trust me with this mission. The plan is to go in and capture the Avatar once and for all. The PLAN is to reclaim what is rightfully MINE!! 😤" - "So, no plan? 😐" - "I'm working on it uncle 🥺"

This exchange = gold. Pure gold.

"It's almost as if he's working for someone else - someone much smarter"

WOOOOWWW Iroh, throw that shade a little more, why don't ya 🤣

Though I LOVE that they're giving Azula her brainy due - she's smart and she's the one not to be underestimated.

AZULA'S LIGHTNING!!!!!!!

Love how she stood up to her father, but because she was able to 'prove' her strength, he respected it rather than punished it

"Set me loose" AAAAHHHHHHH

SUPPORTIVE BROTHER SOKKA!!!

Love how matter of fact Katara is "I'm going to challenge Pakku to fight" - just like that. She's decided, so it's going to happen.

Sokka admitting Katara was right 😭😭😭😭😭

"Who's talking sense? What I'm trying to say is: go kick his ass" FUCK YEAH THAT'S RIGHT!!!!

Aang trying to go forward and help Katara, but Sokka holds him back

Love the sibling solidarity!!

The fight is almost beat for beat the one from the animated series!!!

I love that the live action knew exactly which sequences to put in almost 1-1 from the animated - this fight being one of them

"Is that all you got?!?!" FUCK YEAH!!

"They'll just say I lost" "Did you?"

The fact that it wasn't just Pakku's opinion that would change everything - Katara's actions inspired everyone else, even if Pakku didn't want to change his decision.

Change isn't made by changing one man's mind - it's about standing up to them and inspiring others (like in the Imprisoned storyline) to stand up too

Even inspiring Aang to realize that the conclusion the other Avatars came to from their pain was wrong - that Katara was right and that EVERYONE gets to choose whether to fight or not for themselves

Avatars aren't the only ones who worry about protecting people - it's a human, family thing, not just a mystical force of balance thing

Only Aang can write his own story - not anyone else.

This is a great through-line for the whole series where everyone has expectations put on them and they have to decide themselves who they want to be

Don't eat the sooty snow, Momo!!!!!

"Ok, time to fight"

I like that we end on the fire nation ships arriving: next episode is going to be THE BATTLE

[Masterlist of my NATLA thoughts]

[yourlocalracoon404]

thank you @brainrotqueen for requesting! (i actually did fluff and angst i hope you dont mind- o_O)

Paring: Luz x fem!Reader

Warnings: None

Request: Yes/No

A/N: hiiii guuyss.... sooo i finally crawled out of my cave to write? honestly the last few weeks were kinda stressful for me because i just started working and a new school so writing hasn't really been an option for me? BUT I'M BACK WHOO

Luz x Fem!Human!Reader

first of all, the question of how you got to the boiling isles

maybe you followed Owlbert because he took something from you like Luz in the first episode, or you just somehow stumbled upon the door and just went in

it's honestly up to you

second, meeting Luz

maybe it happened on accident, maybe you were looking for her because you heard of "Luz the human"

nonetheless Luz is happy to meet you, you both can relate to each other! she can teach you glyphs and you can meet her friends and family (Eda and King)!

Luz, who i think cannonically is, is a little oblivious to feelings she'd first connect the feelings to just being glad to meet another human

by the time she herself realizes those feelings aren't platonic, Hooty already planned a wedding for you two

just as in "knock knock knocking on Hootys door" he'd try setting you both up just like he did with Luz and Amity, how that plays out, the angst and so on, is up to you ^^

Dating her

Luz loves physical touch, she's always hugging you or holding onto you in some way, like hand holdin, hand around your shoulder, hand around your waist, ect.

she's also an cheesy type of romantic, she will quote Azura and/or something from the books just to make you blush or smile

she tries extra hard to repair the door to the human realm so you both can go home and so she can introduce you to her mom

dates consist of reading the good witch Azura books, studying phjillips diary, finding new glyph combos or just cuddling together and watching whatever is on TV/the glass ball

now to the angst >:3

so where you land after kings tide plays a big role

now, if you got stuck in the boiling isles, I don't think luz would forgive herself that easily

she'd work herself even more tired because you both should be back home not just her.

also an important thing is what happened to you, if you somehow got to hexside and not turned into a puppet, she'd feel so much better after reuniting, you can finally meet her mom!

a realy sweet reuniting with lots of hugs and kisses

however.

If you got turned into a puppet?

she'd feel so bad and somehow responsible for it, she'd feel like she should've been back sooner

seeing you amongs all the puppets running crazy as the collector "saved" them just... broke her

the others had to hold her back just like Hunter did with Willow so she wouldn't run up to you

but if you got back to the human realm with her?

things would be better

she would try and convince you to stay in the human realm because she was so scared of you getting hurt or worse because of Belos or anything else

if you stay or not is up to you ^^

I hope you guys like this and i hope you guys have an great day/evening/night/whatever and don't forget to eat and drink enough!! ^^ <3

[petitteperle]

Hey girl!!! Can you tell me more about your oc? I think shes one of my favorite BES ocs but you don't post about her often :( I'd especially like to know about Acharas modern teenage version (like the one you did about Mizu)

OMG HIII😝😝😝😝 So, I don't think so much about modern teenage Achara😞, but I can try a little harder to answer😆 (I'm also glad you liked her!!)

Modern teenage Achara <3

Her parents are divorced, she lives with her father and grandmother, and she met Mizu a few days after moving to a nearby neighborhood. Her father took the motorcycle to the concert, at Eiji's mechanic and Achara accompanied her father, a few days later she went to school and discovered she was Mizu's classmate.

Eiji was talking something to the man, Mizu even tried to pay attention, she understood that he was a new police officer in the city and that he lived nearby. He wanted Eiji to fix his bike. Mizu tried to concentrate on the conversation, but her gaze shifted to a girl next to the man. She must have been her age and about her height, being just a little taller, she was smiling. Mizu's stomach turned and turned. It was strange to have someone of the same age group so close to her. Eiji and the man entered, when Mizu was going to enter the mechanics, her adoptive father spoke to her ��� Mizu, stay with Achara while Hoshikki and I talk. -her voice rumbled. She nodded as she tried to remember when that girl and her father had introduced themselves, she missed that part. When Mizu got closer to Achara, the strangeness increased. — Mizu, right? - She smiles like a mischievous rabbit. — Yes...Achara right? - Mizu speaks in a low voice, she wasn't used to socializing with other people. Especially when she was someone her age. The girl smiled and nodded positively. - Can we be friends. I live nearby, how old are you? Why do you live here? What is Mr. Eiji yours?- That burst of questions left Mizu stunned.

Achara was considered a very pretty girl at school, but as she hung out with Mizu a lot, boys didn't come near her to flirt, as many thought Mizu was a boy and they were dating.

She loves music, having extensive knowledge of musicals and pop divas.

Even without singing well, Achara had this habit of putting on music and getting on the coffee table or sofa while dancing and singing, using the remote control or the broom as a microphone. Her grandmother is not very pleased with this behavior, saying in a soft voice that she does not behave like a lady

She had average grades, being practically impeccable in grammar and foreign languages ​​and terrible in mathematics and physics. At least she was good at chemistry too.

Achara has her own style, she is not the type of person whose wardrobe fits into just one style. She wears what she likes, even pink or pastel tones always remaining in some way. She really likes miniskirts and customizing clothes, so she learned (at great expense) how to embroider, sew and knit, as it was very difficult to find a piece of clothing that fits her crazy outfits, so she makes them. Her presence in the city's thrift stores is extremely normal.

Her grandmother taught her how to cook, but she only really used this skill when trying to befriend Mizu, trying to win her over with sweets (LMAO😆)

She ties up the bangs of her long black hair with large, colorful barrettes.

Her school bag makes noise when she walks with it. With several keychains and buttons on it

Achara learned how to apply makeup at an early age, finding tutorials on YouTube. She follows many influencers in this field, including some drag queens, which is where she became familiar with the slang of this community.

Achara's hair has slight waves and is very long, she also likes to cut the ends of it when she's bored and she happens to have scissors nearby, leaving her hair chopped up (although not too much, since if her grandma notices she'll get angry). Her hair is also full and voluminous, so it's not as well-behaved as Mizu's.

Finally, Achara has two cats, Sabrina (homage to Sabrina Carpenter) and Gaga (homage to Lady Gaga)

Thanks for reading! and sorry for any spelling mistakes, as I said before, this is not my native language🫶🏻

Sabrinas song that I think Achara would love:

[tfyoulookingatgiuxs]

HELLOOO! I visited your profile and I have to say that I love the aesthetics of your profile, but I'm here to ask if you could do part three of Steve's miniseries? I LOVE IT!!! Please, I hope you will listen to my request.🥺

-🩰

Aww, thank you sweetie! Of course i will! I'm glad you like the Class Fight miniseries. Anyway, thanks for your compliment 💖

For the throat

Steve Harrington x Soft!Reader

(Part 3 OF THE CLASS FIGHT. MASTERLIST -> HERE )

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: You were ready to make Steve and Kelly pay, but an unexpected event leaves you speechless and makes you understand what you had to do to find an ending to this story.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Yandere!Reader, fem!Reader, Soft!Reader, Mean!Reader, your surname is Williams, no use of Y/N, humilation, slight fluff, lots of bullying, comfort, manipulation, bad language, themes about sex, bad ending? (READ THIS!! In this part of the miniseries, bad taste and bullying scenarios will be introduced. I invite you not to take this as an example! These things should absolutely not be done in real life, neither for revenge nor to make your day better. This is for entertainment purposes and the miniseries only. Don't imitate what is written here!)

𝐀/𝐍: Requested by an anonymous person! I didn't think anyone would request part 3 of this miniseries. We can finally end this miniseries like this, yes. With lots of yanderism. Sorry for my english this Is not my native language. Please support new writers and reblog! Hope you enjoy. (DIVIDER NOT MINE)

The bell rang and the atmosphere at school changed dramatically in a way that was exceptional, for your liking. All those photos scattered around the school made 'King Steve Harrington' the laughing stock of the school. Obviously everyone knew that Harrington was the typical popular boy, surrounded by girls, but no one could really imagine that he enjoyed making out with Kelly White, now defined as a whore in every way. You headed towards Steve's locker where most of the students were gathered. The boy was shocked as he continued to stare in amazement at the image of him and Kelly having sex next to the swimming pool at his house. Tommy who was next to Steve together with Carol started laughing.

“Fuck dude! did you seriously fuck that bitch Kelly?” His laughter could be clearly heard and even some around him whispered something while laughing under their breath.

"Don't call her that!" Steve set out to defend her by arrogantly taking the developed photo with the words 'The one who fucked Kelly the bitch' written on it. Other people started laughing as a furious blonde head came heading towards the boy.

"What the fuck did you do?" She almost shouted at Steve as some students held up more photos like those. Steve shook his head but one of the other students spoke up.

"You two just fucked, there's no need to get so angry" the young woman looked at the student with glasses whose name you didn't know "Shut up you filthy little shit" from there more laughter started, even from Kelly's friends, who apparently they were having fun mocking her.

"Aww, little Kelly is getting mad, why don't you comfort yourself by sucking some cock" Carol commented making a face. Steve turned to say something, but he knew it would only make the situation worse, he remained silent. And that's when you saw his face fall apart, he knew his reputation was on the line, now he would be penalized and seen by everyone as a loser worse than the school's freaks. A pleasure you didn't think you'd feel, even if you felt sorry for your sweet little Steve. Other students started laughing and Kelly began yelling "Stop it!" She said it especially to those he calls 'her friends'.

"Come on Kelly, don't be like that, I mean you just have sex with 'King Steve Harrington' I hope you at least got paid" Needless to say that the students were also exaggerated, but in the end you wanted this and you couldn't go back, you had to make your dear Steve understand the consequences of his actions.

"You are pathetic, and you. You are pathetic, you embarrassed me!" She said, taking it out on Steve, as if he were the cause of everything. She couldn't admit that she had been careless, distracted and dense. This spoiled and foolish girl couldn't deserve a person like Steve Harrington and he would soon understand it. This public humiliation left everyone speechless and with a new tool to play and have fun with, making the two students' lives hell. School was a filthy place where bullying happens whether we like it or not. People are mean and shameless, you would never forgive the people who would hurt Steve, but if this was the price you had to pay to make your loved one see sense, then it was worth it.

Principal Higgins arrived on site and ordered all the students to get rid of those obscene and vulgar photos, taking with them the two students who were the subjects of those pictures. You went to the principal's office to discuss the postponed basketball game, as if you were part of the journalism club, and you were able to eavesdrop on the conversation between Kelly and Steve's parents. The principal did not know who had spread those photographs but they would be committed to finding the culprit and reporting him. You had been careful with your actions, so they wouldn't find you easily. Higgins could do nothing other than assure them that everything would be fine and that they would suspend students if there was any bullying. Kelly's parents began to protest:

"Who could it have been?"

“Our daughter doesn't deserve this!”

"She has never done anything wrong"

"It's Steve's fault! He should never have dragged our daughter into this."

Pointing the finger at the person who ultimately just wanted to have fun and get high with Kelly White. Amazing how people like that have so much courage, if not Kelly herself, who blamed Harrington for convincing her to have sex with him. Steve was really exhausted and began to defend himself, reiterating that the thing had been accepted by both parties and that she had not hesitated to have it out with him. A ridiculous conversation with ridiculous people like White's parents themselves. You took a seat in the waiting room where at the moment no one was present except you, and as soon as everyone left you met Kelly's shining eyes who glared at you, there's no doubt mutual hatred. But then you looked at Steve's and your heart shattered into a thousand pieces. You hated seeing him like this, but soon that ugly sad face would change.

Three weeks have passed and the situation at school for the two 'fuck friends' was not improving. Steve had been abandoned by Carol and Tommy and Kelly by her group, who now enjoyed bullying her, but she says they envy her because she fucked the most popular boy in school, or at least what was left of him. In class Steve was subject to the usual giggles and teasing, no one spoke to him anymore except to tell him some mean or tasteless joke. But not you. You let Steve feel safe, protected and understood. In class, when he was missing something, you were always the one to help him, to lend him a pen, a pencil or a simple piece of paper. You had always been good, thus being a glimmer of hope for him in what now seemed like his downfall. On the one hand you felt guilty but you couldn't feel this kind of remorse. In the end he didn't treat you the way you deserved to be treated...You would have made Steve come to you, repent, kneel at your feet asking for forgiveness, bringing all his weaknesses out into the open and taking advantage of them. to have him back with you. You didn't talk to him, you only answered him if it was necessary and when you arrived at school you greeted him only to then head straight to class. In short, the boy who until a few weeks ago had called you a "monster" was now devoted to you. Did you know that.

One day inside the locker accompanied by your friend Charlie you found a love letter with a poem written on it. Very cute that your cheeks got red. The letter wasn't signed, but you didn't need signature to know it was him. You recognized his writing and his grammar, it was no coincidence that you were classmates in Mr. Collins' literature lessons, but apparently he had improved over the years. Your friend was happy to see such a scenario and adjusted her glasses.

"You are really a lucky girl! I wonder who it is..." Charlie asked to herself and you smiled closing the locker "Yeah, who knows who it's..." you pretended not to know. It was like you knew everything. The way events would have presented themselves to you, but apparently you were very wrong. When you got to class you were surprised by the sight of a teddy bear on your desk. The classroom was empty and you and Charlie ran over happy at the sight. You didn't expect it, seriously, you were over the moon, you didn't think Steve Harrington could be so romantic.

"You have a very friendly and romantic secret admirer! I'm jealous!" She smiled as you took the little bear into your arms, hugging him close.

"It's beautiful!" You said feeling the softness making you feel more and more comfortable, remembering that this was your Steve after all. Everything was interrupted by the presence of Kelly White intent on barging into the classroom. She looked at you menacingly and then returned to her place in silence, you returned that look. If White thought she could scare you, she was very wrong... However, Kelly has never been early to class, apparently she has no reason to stay out for a few minutes with everyone making fun of her. You would have ignored her and continued to fantasize and talk about your 'secret admirer'. Although, you felt Kelly's glare behind you, you didn't know what she wanted, but this time you weren't going to let her get away easily with some injuries. Everyone was against her, she couldn't do anything even if she wanted to, she had lost and now she would pay. The bell rang and the rest of the class was entering for chemistry class, which coincidentally, both Steve and Kelly were in attendance. Apparently you had to attend the same class for an hour... Hilarious how in such a short time their classmates began to mock the two, especially Kelly. There were those who laughed, there were those who avoided a hypothetical Kelly White intent on sucking a cock or there were those who pulled crumpled photos of the blonde girl's tits. All while the teacher had her back turned. You could hear Steve behind you breathing deeply, tense and trying to keep his composure careful not to fall apart, while maintaining the popular kid confidence he had learned to master on one hand. Kelly on the other hand was definitely on the verge of crying, you didn't mind, she had asked for it, even if this treatment was exaggerated, but this wasn't enough to make you feel guilty.

It was time to write notes and you felt a finger gently tap your shoulder “Can I borrow a pen?” Harrington's low voice made you blush, he was so cute with that low tone, like helpless. You turned around lending him a black pencil and smiled and he thanked you smiling as if he had found peace of mind. It was all under your control. Between you and Steve now there was only comfort for one and the other. In that quiet you heard a bang and you jumped on the spot. Kelly White, in a fit of anger and tears in her eyes, left the classroom without saying anything.

"Miss White! Come right back here!" The indignant teacher shouted as laughter filled the class. You remained silent looking at that scenario. The chemistry teacher returned shortly after ordering us to stop and resume class. You didn't know where Kelly had ended up and you didn't even care in all honesty, you were just happy with Steve's gift.

School was over and you quietly walked out with your teddy bear in your hands, which you left in your backpack during class. "Hey! Williams" you heard yourself called and you turned around. The image of Steve running towards you made you feel like the protagonist of a movie, with your lover chasing the protagonist to tell her that he loved her.

"Harrington, to what do I owe this presence of yours?" You asked politely with a hint of a smile. The boy took several breaths to recover from his run.

"I...I'm here to apologize to you" That very obvious phrase made you look at him with careful eyes trying to predict his moves.

"I know you might not care, but I want you to know they mean it. I'm really sorry for everything I told you, I was wrong about White" Steve confessed. You didn't know exactly how to answer, or maybe you did. You were undecided among the thousand answers you wanted to give him, but among all of them you decided to let out a sigh.

"I know. I knew Kelly's true nature and I was sorry when you defended her. But the important thing is that now you understand it, too bad I can't drag you out of trouble" he looked at you and you thought you could melt from the sweetness and together with that warm air that was now swirling in Hawkins.

"I don't care about the situation. I know what I did, and I deserve it, I just thought about having fun instead of focusing on the person I loved" Your heart skipped a beat and you thought about staying dry.

"I love you Williams. I've always loved you, and that day when you confessed to me I only thought about sticking my filthy limp cock in Kelly White, instead of feeling the feelings I had for you" another pause gave him accompanied and this time you didn't answer.

"Please...forgive me. I promise I will change, and if you want I will leave but I want you to accept my apology. I have been a dick to you and you deserve me to do anything to have your forgiveness" It was incredible how devoted he was to you, how much he wanted your forgiveness to have someone by his side. When sometimes the hot idea of ​​having sex surpasses even the real feelings you have for someone. You had him in your grasp, he was finally in your hands, you just had to hold him. You nodded. "I forgive you Steve Harrington. Thanks for your apology, I love you too" You said placing a light kiss on his cheek and that's when you saw him break down. He put a hand on his face as a few tears fell and wet his face "Thank you..." he whispered and you didn't hesitate to pick him up and hug him "It's okay Stevie" you said lovingly.

You stayed like that until he fully recovered, luckily you were near the woods, so no one saw you. You were definitely thrilled! Steve was finally yours and now you will have actually dated. At the moment, however, you couldn't show much affection due to Steve's low reputation which could have affected you too. This story wasn't over yet and therefore your dating would have had some problems, but nothing that scared you. However, that wouldn't last long, especially after Kelly's absence. As the days went by, Kelly White didn't show up, there were those who enjoyed this thinking that she was changing schools, but when the news came out on TV everyone was speechless. In Hawkins High School the story of "Kelly the Bitch" was never heard again. Steve now looked like a student like many others and the photos that had taken had been definitively thrown away and no one else had mastered any others. Your life hasn't changed. Sure, you finally had the boyfriend of your dreams but nothing new in your daily life. Many times White's looks come to mind, she knew it was you, she shouted at you:

"You filthy whore, it was you!"

"I will make you pay!"

"You ruined my life"

"Just to have Harrington with you"

"I will kill you!"

All the cries that her eyes gave you. Too bad for her because you didn't give a damn about her screams. Her death hadn't been slow, but you made sure you would create a scenario that you would pass off as a simple suicide. As your father had told you: "For the throat" and so you did.

[thelibratrix]

Hey, my piggos are getting more attention than anything I've ever done on here, so I thought I'd give you all A Story about my sweet babies, the Gotham Pigs!

Why guinea pigs? I am very allergic to cats, and my husband doesn't like dogs. I had a parrot for five years who I lost very suddenly to an unexpected medical issue; my husband and the parrot never got along. He had rats for a while, which were the sweetest, but when 2-3 years was just too short of a lifespan for me to think about after mourning my bird who was supposed to be a pet for a lifetime.

So: piggens.

These sweethearts are Harley (left) and Ivy (right, with legge). We adopted them in June 2016, after they had been born into a foster home the previous November.

I called them my Halloween pigs. Harley's name was inspired by her checkerboard face, and also established our naming pattern

Ivy was our boss, we theorized she was the older sister based on how she was clearly in charge of that house. She was a beggar and a weirdo, she had chronic UTIs and was just smart enough not to get her head stuck in stuff (something Harley did not share with her).

We lost Ivy at 5.5 years old, suddenly to a tumor on her uterus. Harley started showing signs of mopiness and depression almost immediately - she and Ivy had been a bonded pair, together for her whole life. So, we looked around and found someone to keep Harley company.

Enter: Selena, a one year old who'd been surrendered pregnant, had her litter, and was also in the market for a new friend (both her pups were boys).

Selena was much more aggressively FRIENDS??? than Harley was used to, and bonding them took some time. But we got there in the end.

Harley passed away in January this year, she was 7 and venerable and a sweet old lady and I still miss her very much.

Selena is a very social creature and we knew we wouldn't be able to leave her alone for long. The DM I sent the foster home: "Hi, I have a three year old guinea pig who just lost her cagemate. She's very social and also a jerk. Can you help?"

They could indeed. Meet: Talia.

We are still introducing them, but it's going well.

More pics to come.

Thank you for sharing my sweet beans! I love them, I think they're pretty cute, and I'm glad you do, too.

[hoonieswhore]

XVI. Death of a Bachelor

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Written chapter under the cut! Word count : 3,6k

Sadie's IMPORTANT note: The next chapters are FLASHBACKS, I'm explaining how ynhoon actually met and their backstory.

Warnings: Mentions of vertigo (Hoon is afraid of heights), mentions of alcohol, fluff? Pet names.

Taglist: @donghoonie-3 @venusssmoon @moonlighthoon @hooniessslvrss @silkenthusiasts (if you want to be added, send an ask<3)

*A year and a half ago*

You were definitely not expecting to spend your Saturday night at a random person's party but the payment was so good that you didn't even blink before you took the job. You were now running through the mall, trying to find an appropriate dress for tonight. The middle aged man that offered you the job mentioned that it was an elegant party and from the amount of money that he was paying you, you could tell that it was a fancy one. After getting into three different shops, you took a small break and sat on a bench as you started to check your social media. You took a deep breath, blocking your phone before you got up to keep walking around until you found a nice and elegant white dress, perfect for the night.

You got out of the cab, dressed with your new white dress since it was pretty hot. You gulped as soon as you saw the place, recognizing the big building as one of the most expensive hotels in town. “Holy fuck” you thought, making your way to the entrance.

You walked towards the reception, a sweet smile appearing on your face as you asked the receptionist about the party. “Oh yeah, just take the elevator and go to the last floor, the party is at the penthouse.” He replied with a smile before you wished him a good night, making your way towards the elevator. You followed the receptionist's instructions and in less than three minutes you were already inside the big penthouse.

The big apartment was full of people that seemed like they were in a good social position. You waited in a short line as the security guard next to the elevator looked for the people on the list. “Can I get your name, miss?” the man talked to you. “Hi, I'm YN Lee, I'm supposed to sing tonight,” the man nods, giving you a warm smile. “Oh, miss YN, can you wait here for a minute?” you nodded, feeling slightly nervous as you waited next to the guard. After five minutes, you noticed a middle aged man walking towards you with a bright smile.

“You must be YN, nice to meet you, we talked yesterday, I'm Mr Park,” the man slightly bowed. “I'm so sorry for calling so late, I was desperate, thank you so much for coming.” The man's voice was kind and warm.

“Don't worry, sir!” You gave him a warm smile, “I'm the one who should thank you for giving me the job, may I ask what kind of party is this?” you asked curiously as you took another glance at the people at the party.

“You'll see, my son won a gold medal in his figure skating competition,” Mr Park started to walk towards the middle of the hall, where people were gathering in small groups, talking and drinking as they enjoyed the party. “We're celebrating his victory.” You nodded with a smile as you started to get a little nervous, you were at a famous person's party and you didn't even know him.

“You must be proud of your son, sir.” You said with a kind smile. “I would be even more proud if he wasn't late.” He mumbled under his breath before smiling at you again, “Listen, you'll start singing in two hours, the band already has the playlist with the songs that you added.”

As Mr Park was talking, a woman quickly approached to whisper something in his ear, making the man seem a bit uncomfortable. “That kid…” he whispered as the woman introduced herself as his wife.

“Dear, you can go to the bar and drink whatever you want, hope you enjoy the party!” the woman mumbled sweetly as she grabbed your hand, taking a few steps with you as she showed you the way to the bar. “We're so glad that you took the job, I heard a few covers and your voice is amazing, darling.”

“Thank you so much for the job, madam,” you replied, bowing before you both said goodbye. You continued walking to the bar and leaned on the counter, asking the barman for a whiskey as you saw Mr Park almost screaming on his phone. The sweet man that talked to you on the phone looked angry and you were now slightly nervous about singing in front of a bunch of rich people.

As soon as the barman left the glass on the counter, you took a long sip, almost finishing the beverage. You definitely needed a bit of liquid courage.

After an hour, you were on your fourth glass of whiskey when a young man approached the bar counter and ordered a beer. The tall boy looked at you out of the corner of his eye before biting his lip briefly. “Excuse me, have we met?” he asked, leaning towards you as he gave you his best smile.

You looked up at him, sheepishly smiling back. “I don't think so,” you finished your glass and asked the bartender for another one, thank god you had a high tolerance to alcohol.

The boy thanked the man behind the bar for his drink before turning to you, seeing the glass getting filled again. “Are you only drinking that? Slow down, you don't want to get drunk, do you?” The boy teasingly asked before taking a long sip of his beer.

“Yeah, it'd be good if I didn't have such a high tolerance…” you mumbled and took a small sip. “I'm so nervous that it'd be better if I was drunk…” The boy laughed at your response, shaking his head. You never heard such a cute laugh as his. You took a better look at the young man next to you, his hair was black and fluffy, he had the most beautiful face you've ever seen and you could see his pretty smile with cute fangs showing up.

“What's the problem, sweetheart?” he smirked at you. “I don't want to be mean but we just met, I'm not telling you my problems…” you shook your head, “and you're at a party, you should be having fun.”

The boy leaned closer to you as he chuckled, “trust me, sweetheart, I'll have more fun with you than talking to anyone else in this place.” He mumbled, looking at the group of people behind you before looking back at you with a small grin.

“Alright, here's the deal,” you quickly started, watching the boy's smile getting bigger. “It's the first time I sing in front of a crowd like this, I've never been to some random figure skater's party with fancy people.” you mumbled as fast as you could, leaving the boy slightly puzzled before he laughed.

“Please sweetheart, you're gonna do great,” the handsome stranger took his hand to your arm as he caressed it with his thumb, making you feel a small lightning bolt going through your body. “You got the job for a reason, it doesn't matter if you're at some random figure skater's party full of idiots, you've got this.”

You smiled softly at the boy in front of you, feeling touched by his kind words even though you just met. “Thanks umm… What's your name?” you asked him but before he could reply, you saw Mr Park coming straight to him.

“There you are, Miss Kim said that you left her in the middle of a conversation.” The boy sighed, taking his hand away from your arm as he turned around at Mr Park. “I didn't raise you like this.” Did Mr Park just say raise? Was the boy in front of you Mr Park's son, the famous figure skater? Did his son let you call him a random figure skater and laughed at it?

“Miss Kim was asking me a lot of questions that I don't want to answer, that's none of her business, dad,” the boy rolled his eyes before he took another sip of his beer. You finished your whiskey as you took your phone out of your purse, noticing that you had only five minutes before the show.

When Mr Park was about to keep scolding his son, you quickly called him, “Mr Park, it's almost time for my show, where's the band?” The man looked at you slightly puzzled before he checked his watch.

“Oh, you're right! I'm so sorry miss Lee, come with me, the band is over there, let's go.” He led the way to a little stage right in the middle of the big room but not without telling his son that they'd talk later and leaving the boy at the bar.

You introduced yourself to the band, everyone was nice and they made you feel a little less nervous since they were chill or maybe it was the alcohol starting to kick in.

After a few minutes, Mr Park grabbed the microphone, asking for everyone's attention as he introduced you and the band. “Hope everyone is enjoying the party!” you said when Mr Park passed you the mic and started to sing one of the songs that he chose.

After a few songs, you noticed how the young man from before was staring at you, holding a glass of whiskey. The boy looked mesmerized, he was completely captivated by your voice as you sang the chorus of "Death of a Bachelor" by Panic! At The Disco, a song that you added to his father's list.

You felt his intense gaze on you, he was slightly making you nervous, the kind of nervousness that you feel when your high school crush asks you for a pencil or the kind of nervousness that you feel when your crush finally asks you out. You shut your eyes as you hit a high note, making the boy smile as his eyes got brighter, he couldn't believe his ears.

The figure skater felt like he was getting hypnotized by a siren, a very pretty siren. As soon as you finished the song, he started clapping just like the rest of the people in the room.

An hour passed as you sang and entertained everyone at the party, you were no longer nervous except for that feeling in your stomach every time you looked at Mr Park's son. He smiled brightly and cheered every time you finished a song, clapping louder than anyone else.

After the show ended, you were busy talking to the band and thanking them for their compliments about your voice as you returned the compliments when you heard a familiar voice. “Guys, you did so great! Congratulations!” the black haired boy said as he walked straight to you, “especially you, sweetheart.” He winked at you, making you smile and blush like a teenager.

“Thanks umm, what's your name by the way? I never got the chance to ask you,” you said, walking away from the band as you shook your hand saying goodbye.

“Oh, sorry, I get a bit dumb in front of beautiful girls like you,” he joked with a bright smile and this time you noticed a dimple on his cheek, “I'm Sunghoon Park.”

“Well, congratulations Sunghoon!” The boy looked at you slightly confused as he kept smiling, “You won a gold medal.” He let out a chuckle as he nodded.

“Thanks sweetheart, but I should be the one saying that, you were amazing.” He said, starting to walk back to the bar, “Wanna get a drink? It's on me.” You laughed, shaking your head as you followed him.

“I thought it was free,” you teased him as you kept walking next to him. “Well, my dad is paying for it so it's like it's on me, you know,” the boy explained, turning his head to wink at you.

“Alright, it's on you,” you laughed and bit your lip trying not to look at his gorgeous face. “Is someone shy?” He teased as you both reached the bar. Sunghoon called the bartender, “I'll have a beer and for the lady,” he looked at you, letting you finish his sentence, “I'll have a beer too.” You smiled at the barman as he placed the beers on the counter.

“Want to go out? It's kinda loud in here,” Sunghoon suggested, earning a nod from you as you followed him outside. The terrace was beautiful, you could see the whole city from there and the beautiful night sky, full of stars.

“Aw, the moon looks gorgeous,” you mentioned, looking up at the full moon with a smile. Even though he just met you a few hours ago, Sunghoon felt his heart racing as he smiled at how cute you looked.

“Not as gorgeous as you, YN,” he mumbled while leaning on the rail of the balcony, he accidentally took a quick glance to the street, “shit, this is a tall building,” he whispered, turning around and trying to ignore the height.

“Are you okay?” you looked at him, worried at his pale face. “Yeah, sure, it's just… I'm not good with heights,” he took a deep breath and tried to laugh before sipping on his beer.

“Don't worry Hoon, I've got you,” you cooed, grabbing his hand and caressing it with your thumb, trying to comfort him. Sunghoon felt like his heart was going to burst, not just because you looked even prettier under the moonlight but also because he couldn't believe that you didn't make fun of his fear of heights.

“Also, I'm so sorry for calling you a random figure skater,” you apologized, earning a chuckle from him, “I'm serious, I didn't know it was you!”

“It's fine, sweetheart,” he reassured you, starting to play with your fingers, “it's better this way, you know, it's hard to find someone who doesn't talk to me only for that reason.” He said before taking another sip of his beer.

“So that's why you didn't tell me?” you asked, feeling the blood running to your cheeks as you felt his touch.

“Exactly,” the boy looked at you again, “are you okay? Your face is a little red,” he asked, a light smirk appearing on his face.

“Yeah, I just- It's a bit too hot out here,” Sunghoon chuckled, moving closer to you as he intertwined your fingers with his.

“Is it?” He raised his eyebrow, leaning his face closer to you, “or am I making you nervous?” Sunghoon's face was so close that you could smell his cologne, his lips were right in front of you and you would be lying if you said that you didn't want to kiss him.

“Why would I be nervous?” you asked him teasingly, “I'm not scared of pretty boys, you know.” The boy grinned.

“So you think I'm pretty?” He teased back and licked his lips, staring at yours. “That's great to know, love… Cause I think you're gorgeous.” You smiled at him, feeling your cheeks getting red as you took a sip of your beer.

After a few hours filled with laughs and compliments, you both noticed that some people were leaving. “Shit, what time is it?” you pulled your hand away from his, reaching your phone and checking the time. “Oh, do people usually start leaving at two am?”

Sunghoon nodded, “Usually the older ones, the rest stay a little more,” the figure skater let out a sigh. “Wanna get out of here?” he asked, earning a light smirk from you.

“You want to leave your own party? That's not really nice of you, Hoonie,” you teased him, earning a laugh from him. “But I'm getting hungry,” he gave you a fake pout, Cute you thought.

“Then let's go inside and try to get some food,” you grabbed his wrist as you tried to pull him in, making him shake his head and laugh as he followed you. “Oh, I love this song, let's dance,” he said, grabbing your hand and dragging you to the middle of the room, where some people were dancing.

Sunghoon put his hand on your waist, pulling you closer to him as he started dancing to the melody of an old song. Your hand found a comfortable place on his shoulder as you followed his steps.

“I thought you were hungry,” you raised your eyebrow, watching him shrugging. “Maybe I just wanted an excuse to come here and dance with you…” the boy winked at you, pulling you closer to his body and smiling down at you.

“You could just ask, Sunghoon,” you giggled, noticing that you caught everyone's attention, “huh, why is everyone looking at us?” You suddenly felt shy, unlike your dance partner, who seemed to be enjoying the situation.

“I don't know, maybe they've never seen a pretty girl like you,” he smiled at you, rubbing small circles on your waist with his thumb.

“Please, it's full of pretty girls here,” you rolled your eyes, still smiling at him. “But I never danced with any of them,” he replied, making you feel butterflies in your stomach.

“Really?” you exclaimed, clearly surprised at his sudden confession. “Yeah, you're the first, that's why they keep looking at us… or maybe we just look good together.” Sunghoon gave you a wink.

You kept dancing with Sunghoon until the party ended and you said goodbye to his parents. “Did you come in your car?” Sunghoon asked as you both walked through the reception.

“No, I don't drive,” you chuckled, “I'll take a cab,” you smiled at him, walking towards the main door of the hotel before Sunghoon grabbed your hand, making you stop.

“Can I take you home?” he offered, making you shake your head quickly as you didn't want to bother him. “YN, please, I want to make sure that you get home safe.”

Just when you were about to refuse again, Sunghoon looked at you with pleading eyes. “Alright, if you want it that bad, sweetheart~” you chuckled as you followed him to his car.

As the gentleman that he is, Sunghoon opened the door for you and closed it behind you before he got into the driver's seat. He started the car as you put your address on his phone.

“Hey, that's pretty close to my apartment,” he mentioned as he started driving, “I've never seen you though.”

“Well, I'm kinda new to the neighborhood, I moved a few months ago,” you explained as you looked through the car window.

Sunghoon nodded, “well, I guess we'll see eachother more from now on,” you looked at him as he stopped at a red light and looked back at you, “I had a great time with you tonight so I was wondering… would you like to go on a date with me?”

For the first time in the night, you saw his Adam's apple going up and down as he gulped and the way that he was gripping the steering wheel, Sunghoon was definitely nervous. “I'd love to,” you replied with a smile.

The figure skater smiled, “Can you give me your number? You can save it on my phone.” His voice was a little higher, showing his excitement. He kept driving as soon as the light changed.

“Sure, where are we going though?” you asked as you grabbed his phone and saved your contact. The boy just smirked as he looked at you quickly, “I don't know yet but I'll text you the details later.”

“Mm alright, it better be good!” you joked. The truth is that you were already looking forward to it, especially after such a wonderful time with him. Sunghoon made you feel comfortable but he still had a mysterious spark that made you want to know more about him.

“It'll be the best date of your life, sweetheart,” he winked before you both laughed. Thirty minutes later, Sunghoon was pulling over at your building. As the boy said, it would take him only five minutes to get home since you lived close to his house.

“I had a lovely night, it was really fun, thanks Hoon,” you smiled at him and he returned the smile, letting you see his dimple.

“I should be the one thanking you for tonight, that was the best celebration party ever,” he said, chuckling, “thank you for coming, YN.”

“Well, you should thank your dad for calling me,” you laughed as he nodded. “Yeah, first time he makes a good choice,” he jokes before smiling softly at you, “we should probably go to sleep now, it's already dawn.”

“Oh, you need to get home before dawn? Are you a vampire or something?” you teased him, making him laugh at your nonsense.

“Yes, my skin will start shining if I get exposed to the sunlight, you don't want to see that,” he followed the joke, making you laugh louder. “You need to sleep, princess.” The new pet name made you feel butterflies as you felt your cheeks getting hot.

“New pet name, huh?” you smiled as he just nodded, still smiling showing his fangs. “Good night then~ See you later, pretty boy,” you leaned closer to him and pressed a soft kiss on his cheek, seeing a light blush on the boy's cheek and hearing a weak "bye" as you got out of the car. You opened the door of your building and waved at him before you shut it behind you.

Sunghoon was still smiling, a little dumbfounded since he definitely didn't see the kiss coming, even though he wished that you kissed his lips instead of his cheek. The boy shook his head and bit down on his lip as he started the car again, ready to go home after one of the best parties of his life.

[thedevilsmemes]

ASTARION ANCUNIN QUOTES ~ BALDUR'S GATE 3 SENTENCE MEME!

"Hello, darling. Don't be shy, I promise I not to bite until we've been formally introduced."

"The tadpole's influence broke his dominance over me, and now I can finally pursue the one thing I've hungered for these long dark years."

"I'll be the last thing the bastard ever sees."

"Given that my choices were 'eternal life' or 'bleed to death on the street', I took him up on the offer."

"It was only afterwards I realized just how long 'eternity' could be."

"By the Hells. Sex, my dear. A night of passion."

"I'm out of wine and flowers, so I hope an introduction will suffice."

"And I wish I was drinking out of the skull of everyone who's ever wronged me. Life is tough."

"I've been waiting. Waiting since the moment I laid eyes on you. Waiting... to have you."

"Yes darling, that's what we call a lie."

"All I want is a little fun, is that so much to ask?"

"Why hello. Welcome to my humble party."

"Oh, we're lying to each other now? Excellent."

"But... you're no stranger now. Just strange."

"I hate it. This is awful."

"Wait! Don't interrupt them. Let me do it. They sound disgusting."

"I don't know, I'm sure a vampire spawn could still rip out your heart."

"My, My. Who knew our friend had so much blood in them?"

"Oh, you're such a sweetheart."

"I'm just glad you're being sensible about these revelations. I was worried people might turn up with torches and pitchforks."

"Although, there's still time."

"I already apologised. What more do you want? Unless you're looking for another nibble?"

"Yes, darling? Do you need something?"

"What in the sweet hells were you THINKING activating that lance, I was right there!"

"Next time? No no no, if there is a 'next time' I'll be the one aiming the all-powerful weapon."

"Although, I do appreciate you trying to fix your mistake, just don't do it again!"

"It's just that I happen to be a... what's the best way to put this? A vampire?"

"Oh my honour, the only thing on my mind, is depraved carnal lust."

"You couldn't wait ten seconds before being an absolute freak."

"Oh, good, puns. Because clowns aren't enough of a horror already."

"What? Was it something I said?"

"Really? - Anything in particular?"

"Now, I can't help but notice that one of us is positively drenched in blood. So..."

"At least the smut peddlers of Sharass' Caress will have a field day writing erotic verse about us when we're both dead."

"Hundreds? Urgh, it'll take hours to kill them all. She/He's right, we should just go."

"Oh? Then what do you want?"

"Five seconds into this relationship and I already want to break up with you."

"Oh the one hand, killing Gortash will be fun. On the other, Halsin can be very annoying."

"The man can't stay quiet about 'enjoying the freedom of nature's gifts'. I bet he'd outlaw clothing if he could."

"Good Morning. Thank you for not killing me the other night."

"Of course, what fun! I'm going to fucking kill you."

"I am. And beautiful - not enough people mention that."

"Hmm. Hmm. Thank you for helping me. It was very kind."

"I can't even tell if any of you are acting strange because you've been replaced or because this group is full of weirdos!"

"So... I was wondering if maybe - perhaps - you might be able to..."

"Can you read what's on my damn back? Please?"

"Well, hello... Looking for a cuddle?"

"What are you? No. We are not jumping down there!"

"Oh - eh - Hello again?"

"Easy now. Let's not do anything Hilarious."

"You have a manner of irresistible desperation about you. I like it."

"I'd trust a devil over a vampire any day. I think he likes us."

"Oh, bravo! Encore!"

"Why she sounds positively demented."

"I love it! let's tell her everything!"

"Don't be touchy. I'm sure he meant 'better off dead' as a compliment."

"I'd shake her hand, but she can still snap me in two, so... probably safest to skip it."

"Anyway, it's a brand new day. I'm sure we'll find lots of people for you to kill."

"I must see this. Don't you dare say no."

"Well, this seems like a lovely little spot. The sense of impending doom aside."

"I suppose it was only a matter of time until [ insert name ] took vengeance."

"For the Lady/Lord of loss, She/He does not like losing."

"Come to kill me again, darling?"

"Guilty as charged. Sometimes literally."

"What? No! Don't you dare! This isn't funny!"

"Huh, thank goodness, I was almost worried."

"Nice as it is, she still doesn't have the best hair in the camp."

"Well, I mean... kind of? It's a long story, honestly."

"You'll get back to me? This is important, devil! When?"

"It's not enough we have a gallery of villains to look out for, but now we could be infiltrated by a shapechanger?"

"But you're serious about this? About... us?"

"Tailor's mannequins? I never figured [ insert name ] for a follower of fashion."

"Well done again on besting Baal and all that. It was very twee."

"You filthy devil. I'm shocked."

"Haha! That's - Oh, you're serious."

"Well, of course we can leave him, it's the easiest thing in the world. We just have to keep on walking."

"Well, at least you purr for me..."

"The thing that will decide my fate forevermore? Yes, it has been on my mind, why?"

"Who knows how long before the others go feral without us there to guide them?"

"Let. Me. Go! - Ah... Hello!"

"No, as much as I'd like to become a Lord, ruling over the Underdark's vampire spawn, we have unfinished business with the mind flayers."

"I'm glad you had your fun then. I am here to provide an endless array of delights."

[myfairstarlight]

You have truly spoiled me today, gentle author, thank you so much for taking precious time to respond to my ask <3 You have put into words so many thoughts I've been having, jumbling around in my head, and much better than i ever could! I am grateful for you!

I agree with you on all counts, especially Colin's jealousy!! It's rather sad that it had to be relegated to the backburner in order to fit everything else, when them being writers was one of the ways they truly bonded in the book. And that Penelope was old hat and had something to teach him--as an accomplished writer herself-- which paralleled the fact that he could teach her about sexual intimacy, that was nice too.

If I may ramble some in your inbox a little longer, although I admittedly lean more towards enjoying the show than the books (not to say the books aren't also enjoyable, of course, its just a matter of preference), another thing that the books have over the show as a whole, in my humble opinion, is because they are so exclusively focused on their primary couple, we get so much more time and attention on them as both individual characters and a couple--apart, together, in a room full of people, just the two of them, etc.

The shows side plots can be a bit of a double-edged sword in that way. On one hand, it's nice to meet characters and see interactions we didnt have in the books--we got to know Penelope so much earlier as a result, for example, which I liked a lot. But, I feel some show subplots dont always make the most sense or are resolved in such a way that it's kind of like "what was the point?" As a result, we also lose time with our primary love match of the season, literally LOL

Both mediums certainly have their pros and cons, but I guess what I'm getting at overall is I'm so glad we get to have both ha!

Good night and sweet dreams, gentle author, thank you again for your kindness <3

Dearest anon, the pleasure has been mine!

What a lovely message to wake up to, thank you (let's ignore that I'm answering in the afternoon as I type this).

That is the main reason I always try to not compare books and show too much, or you just sign up for disappointment if you only care about the main couple.

I personally like that the show decided to make it an ensemble show, like you said it allowed us to be introduced to Penelope much earlier, and even other characters have already been introduced like Sir Philip who casual viewers won't think much of, but those who read the books get excited as they point to the screen. It allows us to see all the Bridgertons be a family as well, and see them grow and expand, as well as see new relationships the book would never explore (Penelope and Madame Delacroix come to mind, they were a delight this season! Gen is the only woman who understands what it means to have a business and not wanting to let it go, she is the only one who understands Penelope in that regard). Now the downside is that, with only 8 episodes per season, and such a large rooster of characters, there's only so much they can fit without things feeling overwhelming or rushed, and that's an issue all 3 seasons have in my opinion. I do feel like it could be easily fixed by having more episodes per season because it is clear they have a lot to tell, but oh well.

Bridgerton as a show is definitely more of a drama than a truly romance show in my eyes, especially with the way they used Lady Whistledown compared to the books where she did not have as much of a power, and with the addition of Queen Charlotte as a character. S3 challenged that a bit by introducing rom-com elements especially in part 1, but part 2 did show that it thrives with drama and tension as well. But the books are definitely a good addition for those who wish for more content focusing solely on the couples and their struggles. The show is adjacent-enough, but it took a lot of liberties. I suppose it depends on the individual to decide if that is a good or bad thing, personally, I like that it's so different (especially in how it portrays the men, actually, though I would still like to duel Show!Simon), you still get to be surprised, whether you start with the show or the book. I know people have been complaining about the lack of more polin scenes this season, but I fear that is just the standard Bridgerton formula, saphne and kanthony were not spared this issue either, and I fear the other couples will find the same fate. We can still complain though, we definitely did not need so many cuts back to Benedict having a threesome in e8.

Finally dear anon, if you ever wish to continue discussing even more on our mutual love for Colin and Penelope, know that my messages are open <3

[blossoming-mind-palace]

Life Update! No, I'm not on hiatus.

Sorry for not writing for a while, but like I posted a while ago I suddenly became the mom of two 4 week old kittens. I don't plan on going on hiatus. Also, there's some bad news but I'm gonna leave that under the cut.

Any who, meet Pookie and Piggy! My family found them under my shed last weekend and we've been caring for them ever since. That's why I haven't created much lately. Not only are they young, but they also have a virus and are currently being quarantined in my bathroom.

They're a lot of work, and it's like I have two full-time jobs right now. I have to feed them every three hours (This is why I'm so sleep deprived.), give them their meds, play with them because they're kittens with TONS of energy, treat their eyes every night, give them flea baths, etc. It's a lot of work but it's worth it.

I haven't had a cat since 2020, and I haven't had kittens since I was in elementary school. This is a learning experience for me, and it's the most fun I've had in a while. Before we found them I was literally thinking," Man, everyone I know is having babies and getting married. I wish something interesting would happen to me." and then BOOM kittens.

I'm still trying to write and draw, and I'll probably be more active when they become more independent. For right now my productivity might slow down, but I don't plan on completely stopping any time soon. Here's some kitten pictures as an apology for being so inactive.

The black one is Pookie (my baby) and the grey one is Piggy (my mom's baby). Pookie's name used to be Fiesty, but they're too sweet for that! They were just "fiesty" because they were scared IMO. Either that or I'm just Pookie's favorite human, because they've always been sweet to me. Piggy's name is self-explanatory and is the softest and most chaotic of the two.

They used to have fleas, but we've given them flea baths and I'm pretty sure they're all dead. The grey one had so much flea dirt that its bath water turned brown. I just know Piggy felt ten times better after we killed all those pesky fleas. As for their virus, it's a congestion thing. They're too young to test them and see exactly what it is, but they're taking antibiotics right now. They're on day 3 of 10 of their quarantine, and I'm excited for it to be over so I can properly introduce them to my dog and take them to the pet store.

But yeah that's what I've been up to for the past week. Don't ask me about my pets unless you want an essay on them. I am that annoying pet parent who won't shut up about their pets.

Okay here's the sad part. TW for pet death.

I've also been silent because two kittens used to be three. The runt was in terrible condition when we found it with Piggy. Its eyes were matted shut thanks to the congestion, it was malnourished, had the worst case of fleas, etc. We cleaned it up, fed it, and its condition had improved a lot, but mother nature is a cruel bitch and it became a victim of sudden kitten death. I think it was the virus the other two had and a respiratory illness, but the vet said it could've been multiple things since it was already in terrible condition when we found it.

I spent the most time taking care of it and bonded with it. It was starting to open its eyes a few days before it died and I was probably the last thing it saw. I cried for a solid hour and lost my appetite for a while. Another shitty thing is that it died the morning before their vet appointment. Sudden kitten death is the worst.

But yeah I've also been unproductive because I've been really sad. Thankfully, the other two have a much higher chance to live. They're currently being treated for their virus and according to the vet I've been taking care of them correctly. I'm really glad that we found Pookie because Piggy was attached to the runt (we found Piggy and the runt together, but Pookie was found a day later), and I think Pookie has helped both of us get through this.

This is the last time I'm gonna talk about the runt on here so please don't send asks about it. I'm trying to heal from this experience, but thinking about it still makes me lose my appetite.

Any who, thanks so much for being patient with me despite my inactivity. Love you guys. <3

[cult-of-the-eye]

Tell me your Criminal Minds thoughts! (please if your still gripped by it) <3

oh boy being gripped by it is an understatement

get ready folks

ok so when i first started it i was hesitant cause like i was coming out of a bad time and i was like i need something new to focus on but i'm not sure if this'll make me feel worse or better but i'd heard good things about it and some stuff about people thirsting over a skinny autistic white guy and then i started it and i was GRIPPED ok i should've known it would join my list of hyperfixations cause i'm such a sucker for found family going through horrific things partly cause they're trying to solve things in their own past and this is pretty much exactly that but more on the angst than fluff side

anyway on to the characters my beloved <33333

Gideon

i am SUCH a slut for this kinda character like renowned kinda eccentric genius forced away from his field after a traumatic event then coming back to that field

and gideon oh man he was so fucking cool i loved that guy

he was literally everyone's dad i just-

the whole elle calling gideon dad storyline made me giggle

i was so sad that he retired but you know what i'm glad cause the poor guy deserved a fucking BREAK

he's just so iconic, like him being spencer's father figure, him screaming bloody murder in that one house to show it was sound proofed or whatever, him telling elle not to call him dad, him sharing the orange with his coworkers, him going beserk over the one child that got kidnapped and literally BUSTING into the kidnapper's house and he's always so gentle with the kids and it's so fucking sweet, him and his little cabin this man deserves so much rest i love him

in my head he is happily fishing in a cabin somewhere

Elle!!!!

I LOVE HER I LOVE HER I FUCKING LOVE HER

she is so fucking underrated man

she's just so COOL and like she's introduced as like this ambitious smart badass FBI agent but she's also so insanely caring about the female victims

like she acknowledges how difficult it is to be a female in that position and also keep sane having seen all that shit happen to the female victims

i really fell i love with her during one of the earlier episodes where she's talking to a rape victim and she sees that she's uncomfortable and takes her away from the men to give her some space and the opportunity to talk to a woman i just

she's so fucking fierce and loving and i would do ANYTHING for her

my girl did NOTHING wrong

all the shit that went down in the fisher king i will never get over that, like she could've been furious at any of the team and blamed them for what happened to her but she didn't

it's wild to me that the best criminal profilers in the US couldn't see that elle desperately needed help

i will always remember the time she opens up to reid about how she can still feel the guy's fingers inside her bullet wound and i just AH she needed the compassion that she usually provided but she didn't get that and so she broke

i am a fierce defender of elle greenaway i love that woman and i was DEVASTATED when she left i cannot believe we only got 3 seasons of her

(she's also hot)

Hotch

oh man i have so many thoughts about this man but i can't properly articulate any of them

first of all, smash.

now we've gotten past that, i'm such a sucker for grumpy caretaker characters who barely smiles but when he does it's wonderful and meaningful

he knows his team and it fucking shows i just love this guy so much

i was so sad when hailey divorced him, i thought he was gonna be the one guy with the semi healthy family life but guess not

although i understand why she did, they needed different things than each other

the part that really made me go feral was when he was talking to that one serial killer and he was like some people who were horrifically abused grow up to kill and torture others but others grow up to catch them

i was like OH FUCK that resonates, vowing to never do what was done to you and stop others from ever feeling the same way you did

but then they did nothing with that storyline which was a little disappointing but i did like it

also he's a father

Spencer

i went into this only knowing about the hype for this guy and boy do i understand it

i am not into men but i would make an exception for this man right here

something about his autistic transmasc puppy dog swag has captivated me

the fact that he is autistic and comfortable letting the mask up a little around these people and!! they still!!! love him!!! it just makes me so fucking happy

like if he can do a job where his skills are seen as insanely useful and it's a part of him that's loveable then maybe i can too!!

he's so cute this skrunkly little white guy i don't really have the words to explain i want to throw him against a wall and then feed him soup

they always put these ones through the most trauma i feel

but we do love to see it

like break pretty boy break!

JJ

gorgeous gorgeous girly i love her

she's so funny and confident and sweet and smart and like what even else is there to say she's literally just everything

Morgan

i LOVE morgan with all my heart

like he's the older brother of the team, his friendship with literally everyone is everything to me

the way he calls reid pretty boy and teases him and his whole platonic soulmate ship with garcia (i don't ship them personally i see them as absolute besties) and his general just charming, funny, likeable demeanour

and then we get hit by the episode where he reveals that he was molested as a kid

i didn't cry but i got extremely close

it's always those ones who have the most devastating backstories

his whole speech about how he was the one who got himself out of chicago, not his abuser, he did that all by himself oh man

that was a punch in the gut.

i love him <3

Garcia

she is an ICON she is The MOMENT she is EVERYTHING

i fucking love her i would kill for her

her personality seeps into EVERYTHING man she is just so unabashedly herself and it's so fucking wonderful to see

she's quirky and upbeat amongst all the horror and its so fucking refreshing i am so in love with her confidence especially as a mid size person myself

she's so sweet she's literally everyone's best friend her energy is so infectious ahhhhhh love her <3

Prentiss

i saved my fave for last :)

at first i was like she will never replace elle i don't trust her but then she didn't replace elle, she was awesome in her own way

first of all. SMASH. she's so insanely hot i would die for her

her voice, her eyes, her hair, her personality oh my god

she's just so fucking driven and compassionate and has her dry humour that makes me so insane about her

i have no words

she's just everything to me

yeah ok. thanks for asking!!! writing this absolutely cheered me up after a bad day :)