#“It’s like we were both holding onto each other in the middle of the ocean in the middle of a storm. We were keeping each other above water

[quoththemaiden]

But maybe it’s just societal weight, or ingrained culture, or something, but it was different after. The way I described it at the time, and I’ve never really come up with a better metaphor is, “It’s like we were both holding onto each other in the middle of the ocean in the middle of a storm. We were keeping each other above water, we were each other’s support. But then we got this piece of paper. And it was like the ground rose up to meet our feet. We were still in an ocean, still in the middle of a storm, but there was a solid foundation beneath our feet. We still supported each other, but there was this other thing that was also keeping our heads above the water.”

Twenty years ago, February 15th, 2004, I got married for the first time.

It was twenty years earlier than I ever expected to.

To celebrate/comemorate the date, I'm sitting down to write out everything I remember as I remember it. No checking all the pictures I took or all the times I've written about this before. I'm not going to turn to my husband (of twenty years, how the f'ing hell) to remember a detail for me.

This is not a 100% accurate recounting of that first wild weekend in San Francisco. But it -is- a 100% accurate recounting of how I remember it today, twenty years after the fact.

Join me below, if you would.

2004 was an election year, and much like conservatives are whipping up anti-trans hysteria and anti-trans bills and propositions to drive out the vote today, in 2004 it was all anti-gay stuff. Specifically, preventing the evil scourge of same-sex marriage from destroying everything good and decent in the world.

Enter Gavin Newstrom. At the time, he was the newly elected mayor of San Francisco. Despite living next door to the city all my life, I hadn’t even heard of the man until Valentines Day 2004 when he announced that gay marriage was legal in San Francisco and started marrying people at city hall.

It was a political stunt. It was very obviously a political stunt. That shit was illegal, after all. But it was a very sweet political stunt. I still remember the front page photo of two ancient women hugging each other forehead to forehead and crying happy tears.

But it was only going to last for as long as it took for the California legal system to come in and make them knock it off.

The next day, we’re on the phone with an acquaintance, and she casually mentions that she’s surprised the two of us aren’t up at San Francisco getting married with everyone else.

“Everyone else?” Goes I, “I thought they would’ve shut that down already?”

“Oh no!” goes she, “The courts aren’t open until Tuesday. Presidents Day on Monday and all. They’re doing them all weekend long!”

We didn’t know because social media wasn’t a thing yet. I only knew as much about it as I’d read on CNN, and most of the blogs I was following were more focused on what bullshit President George W Bush was up to that day.

"Well shit", me and my man go, "do you wanna?" I mean, it’s a political stunt, it wont really mean anything, but we’re not going to get another chance like this for at least 20 years. Why not?

The next day, Sunday, we get up early. We drive north to the southern-most BART station. We load onto Bay Area Rapid Transit, and rattle back and forth all the way to the San Francisco City Hall stop.

We had slightly miscalculated.

Apparently, demand for marriages was far outstripping the staff they had on hand to process them. Who knew. Everyone who’d gotten turned away Saturday had been given tickets with times to show up Sunday to get their marriages done. My babe and I, we could either wait to see if there was a space that opened up, or come back the next day, Monday.

“Isn’t City Hall closed on Monday?” I asked. “It’s a holiday”

“Oh sure,” they reply, “but people are allowed to volunteer their time to come in and work on stuff anyways. And we have a lot of people who want to volunteer their time to have the marriage licensing offices open tomorrow.”

“Oh cool,” we go, “Backup.”

“Make sure you’re here if you do,” they say, “because the California Supreme Court is back in session Tuesday, and will be reviewing the motion that got filed to shut us down.”

And all this shit is super not-legal, so they’ll totally be shutting us down goes unsaid.

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We don’t get in Saturday. We wind up hanging out most of the day, though.

It’s… incredible. I can say, without hyperbole, that I have never experienced so much concentrated joy and happiness and celebration of others’ joy and happiness in all my life before or since. My face literally ached from grinning. Every other minute, a new couple was coming out of City Hall, waving their paperwork to the crowd and cheering and leaping and skipping. Two glorious Latina women in full Mariachi band outfits came out, one in the arms of another. A pair of Jewish boys with their families and Rabbi. One couple managed to get a Just Married convertible arranged complete with tin-cans tied to the bumper to drive off in. More than once I was giving some rice to throw at whoever was coming out next.

At some point in the mid-afternoon, there was a sudden wave of extra cheering from the several hundred of us gathered at the steps, even though no one was coming out. There was a group going up the steps to head inside, with some generic black-haired shiny guy at the front. My not-yet-husband nudged me, “That’s Newsom.” He said, because he knew I was hopeless about matching names and people.

Ooooooh, I go. That explains it. Then I joined in the cheers. He waved and ducked inside.

So dusk is starting to fall. It’s February, so it’s only six or so, but it’s getting dark.

“Should we just try getting in line for tomorrow -now-?” we ask.

“Yeah, I’m afraid that’s not going to be possible.” One of the volunteers tells us. “We’re not allowed to have people hang out overnight like this unless there are facilities for them and security. We’d need Porta-Poties for a thousand people and police patrols and the whole lot, and no one had time to get all that organized. Your best bet is to get home, sleep, and then catch the first BART train up at 5am and keep your fingers crossed.

Monday is the last day to do this, after all.

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So we go home. We crash out early. We wake up at 4:00. We drive an hour to hit the BART station. We get the first train up. We arrive at City Hall at 6:30AM.

The line stretches around the entirety of San Francisco City Hall. You could toss a can of Coke from the end of the line to the people who’re up to be first through the doors and not have to worry about cracking it open after.

“Uh.” We go. “What the fuck is -this-?”

So.

Remember why they weren’t going to be able to have people hang out overnight?

Turns out, enough SF cops were willing to volunteer unpaid time to do patrols to cover security. And some anonymous person delivered over a dozen Porta-Poties that’d gotten dropped off around 8 the night before.

It’s 6:30 am, there are almost a thousand people in front of us in line to get this literal once in a lifetime marriage, the last chance we expect to have for at least 15 more years (it was 2004, gay rights were getting shoved back on every front. It was not looking good. We were just happy we lived in California were we at least weren’t likely to loose job protections any time soon.).

Then it starts to rain.

We had not dressed for rain.

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Here is how the next six hours go.

We’re in line. Once the doors open at 7am, it will creep forward at a slow crawl. It’s around 7 when someone shows up with garbage bags for everyone. Cut holes for the head and arms and you’ve got a makeshift raincoat! So you’ve got hundreds of gays and lesbians decked out in the nicest shit they could get on short notice wearing trashbags over it.

Everyone is so happy.

Everyone is so nervous/scared/frantic that we wont be able to get through the doors before they close for the day.

People online start making delivery orders.

Coffee and bagels are ordered in bulk and delivered to City Hall for whoever needs it. We get pizza. We get roses. Random people come by who just want to give hugs to people in line because they’re just so happy for us. The tour busses make detours to go past the lines. Chinese tourists lean out with their cameras and shout GOOD LUCK while car horns honk.

A single sad man holding a Bible tries to talk people out of doing this, tells us all we’re sinning and to please don’t. He gives up after an hour. A nun replaces him with a small sign about how this is against God’s will. She leaves after it disintegrates in the rain.

The day before, when it was sunny, there had been a lot of protestors. Including a large Muslim group with their signs about how “Not even DOGS do such things!” Which… Yes they do.

A lot of snide words are said (by me) about how the fact that we’re willing to come out in the rain to do this while they’re not willing to come out in the rain to protest it proves who actually gives an actual shit about the topic.

Time passes. I measure it based on which side of City Hall we’re on. The doors face East. We start on Northside. Coffee and trashbags are delivered when we’re on the North Side. Pizza first starts showing up when we’re on Westside, which is also where I see Bible Man and Nun. Roses are delivered on Southside. And so forth.

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We have Line Neighbors.

Ahead of us are a gay couple a decade or two older than us. They’ve been together for eight years. The older one is a school teacher. He has his coat collar up and turns away from any news cameras that come near while we reposition ourselves between the lenses and him. He’s worried about the parents of one of his students seeing him on the news and getting him fired. The younger one will step away to get interviewed on his own later on. They drove down for the weekend once they heard what was going on. They’d started around the same time we did, coming from the Northeast, and are parked in a nearby garage.

The most perky energetic joyful woman I’ve ever met shows up right after we turned the corner to Southside to tackle the younger of the two into a hug. She’s their local friend who’d just gotten their message about what they’re doing and she will NOT be missing this. She is -so- happy for them. Her friends cry on her shoulders at her unconditional joy.

Behind us are a lesbian couple who’d been up in San Francisco to celebrate their 12th anniversary together. “We met here Valentines Day weekend! We live down in San Diego, now, but we like to come up for the weekend because it’s our first love city.”

“Then they announced -this-,” the other one says, “and we can’t leave until we get married. I called work Sunday and told them I calling in sick until Wednesday.”

“I told them why,” her partner says, “I don’t care if they want to give me trouble for it. This is worth it. Fuck them.”

My husband-to-be and I look at each other. We’ve been together for not even two years at this point. Less than two years. Is it right for us to be here? We’re potentially taking a spot from another couple that’d been together longer, who needed it more, who deserved it more.”

“Don’t you fucking dare.” Says the 40-something gay couple in front of us.

“This is as much for you as it is for us!” says the lesbian couple who’ve been together for over a decade behind us.

“You kids are too cute together,” says the gay couple’s friend. “you -have- to. Someday -you’re- going to be the old gay couple that’s been together for years and years, and you deserve to have been married by then.”

We stay in line.

It’s while we’re on the Southside of City Hall, just about to turn the corner to Eastside at long last that we pick up our own companions. A white woman who reminds me an awful lot of my aunt with a four year old black boy riding on her shoulders. “Can we say we’re with you? His uncles are already inside and they’re not letting anyone in who isn’t with a couple right there.” “Of course!” we say.

The kid is so very confused about what all the big deal is, but there’s free pizza and the busses keep driving by and honking, so he’s having a great time.

We pass by a statue of Lincoln with ‘Marriage for All!’ and "Gay Rights are Human Rights!" flags tucked in the crooks of his arms and hanging off his hat.

It’s about noon, noon-thirty when we finally make it through the doors and out of the rain.

They’ve promised that anyone who’s inside when the doors shut will get married. We made it. We’re safe.

We still have a -long- way to go.

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They’re trying to fit as many people into City Hall as possible. Partially to get people out of the rain, mostly to get as many people indoors as possible. The line now stretches down into the basement and up side stairs and through hallways I’m not entirely sure the public should ever be given access to. We crawl along slowly but surely.

It’s after we’ve gone through the low-ceiling basement hallways past offices and storage and back up another set of staircases and are going through a back hallway of low-ranked functionary offices that someone comes along handing out the paperwork. “It’s an hour or so until you hit the office, but take the time to fill these out so you don’t have to do it there!”

We spend our time filling out the paperwork against walls, against backs, on stone floors, on books.

We enter one of the public areas, filled with displays and photos of City Hall Demonstrations of years past.

I take pictures of the big black and white photo of the Abraham Lincoln statue holding banners and signs against segregation and for civil rights.

The four year old boy we helped get inside runs past us around this time, chased by a blond haired girl about his own age, both perused by an exhausted looking teenager helplessly begging them to stop running.

Everyone is wet and exhausted and vibrating with anticipation and the building-wide aura of happiness that infuses everything.

The line goes into the marriage office. A dozen people are at the desk, shoulder to shoulder, far more than it was built to have working it at once.

A Sister of Perpetual Indulgence is directing people to city officials the moment they open up. She’s done up in her nun getup with all her makeup on and her beard is fluffed and be-glittered and on point. “Oh, I was here yesterday getting married myself, but today I’m acting as your guide. Number 4 sweeties, and -Congradulatiooooons!-“

The guy behind the counter has been there since six. It’s now 1:30. He’s still giddy with joy. He counts our money. He takes our paperwork, reviews it, stamps it, sends off the parts he needs to, and hands the rest back to us. “Alright, go to the Rotunda, they’ll direct you to someone who’ll do the ceremony. Then, if you want the certificate, they’ll direct you to -that- line.” “Can’t you just mail it to us?” “Normally, yeah, but the moment the courts shut us down, we’re not going to be allowed to.”

We take our paperwork and join the line to the Rotunda.

If you’ve seen James Bond: A View to a Kill, you’ve seen the San Francisco City Hall Rotunda. There are literally a dozen spots set up along the balconies that overlook the open area where marriage officials and witnesses are gathered and are just processing people through as fast as they can.

That’s for the people who didn’t bring their own wedding officials.

There’s a Catholic-adjacent couple there who seem to have brought their entire families -and- the priest on the main steps. They’re doing the whole damn thing. There’s at least one more Rabbi at work, I can’t remember what else. Just that there was a -lot-.

We get directed to the second story, northside. The San Francisco City Treasurer is one of our two witnesses. Our marriage officient is some other elected official I cannot remember for the life of me (and I'm only writing down what I can actively remember, so I can't turn to my husband next to me and ask, but he'll have remembered because that's what he does.)

I have a wilting lily flower tucked into my shirt pocket. My pants have water stains up to the knees. My hair is still wet from the rain, I am blubbering, and I can’t get the ring on my husband’s finger. The picture is a treat, I tell you.

There really isn’t a word for the mix of emotions I had at that time. Complete disbelief that this was reality and was happening. Relief that we’d made it. Awe at how many dozens of people had personally cheered for us along the way and the hundreds to thousands who’d cheered for us generally.

Then we're married.

Then we get in line to get our license.

It’s another hour. This time, the line goes through the higher stories. Then snakes around and goes past the doorway to the mayor’s office.

Mayor Newsom is not in today. And will be having trouble getting into his office on Tuesday because of the absolute barricade of letters and flowers and folded up notes and stuffed animals and City Hall maps with black marked “THANK YOU!”s that have been piled up against it.

We make it to the marriage records office.

I take a picture of my now husband standing in front of a case of the marriage records for 1902-1912. Numerous kids are curled up in corners sleeping. My own memory is spotty. I just know we got the papers, and then we’re done with lines. We get out, we head to the front entrance, and we walk out onto the City Hall steps.

It's almost 3PM.

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There are cheers, there’s rice thrown at us, there are hundreds of people celebrating us with unconditional love and joy and I had never before felt the goodness that exists in humanity to such an extent. It’s no longer raining, just a light sprinkle, but there are still no protestors. There’s barely even any news vans.

We make our way through the gauntlet, we get hands shaked, people with signs reading ”Congratulations!” jump up and down for us. We hit the sidewalks, and we begin to limp our way back to the BART station.

I’m at the BART station, we’re waiting for our train back south, and I’m sitting on the ground leaning against a pillar and in danger of falling asleep when a nondescript young man stops in front of me and shuffles his feet nervously. “Hey. I just- I saw you guys, down at City Hall, and I just… I’m so happy for you. I’m so proud of what you could do. I’m- I’m just really glad, glad you could get to do this.”

He shakes my hand, clasps it with both of his and shakes it. I thank him and he smiles and then hurries away as fast as he can without running.

Our train arrives and the trip south passes in a semilucid blur.

We get back to our car and climb in.

It’s 4:30 and we are starving.

There’s a Carls Jr near the station that we stop off at and have our first official meal as a married couple. We sit by the window and watch people walking past and pick out others who are returning from San Francisco. We're all easy to pick out, what with the combination of giddiness and water damage.

We get home about 6-7. We take the dog out for a good long walk after being left alone for two days in a row. We shower. We bundle ourselves up. We bury ourselves in blankets and curl up and just sort of sit adrift in the surrealness of what we’d just done.

We wake up the next day, Tuesday, to read that the California State Supreme Court has rejected the petition to shut down the San Francisco weddings because the paperwork had a misplaced comma that made the meaning of one phrase unclear.

The State Supreme Court would proceed to play similar bureaucratic tricks to drag the process out for nearly a full month before they have nothing left and finally shut down Mayor Newsom’s marriages.

My parents had been out of state at the time at a convention. They were flying into SFO about the same moment we were walking out of City Hall. I apologized to them later for not waiting and my mom all but shook me by the shoulders. “No! No one knew that they’d go on for so long! You did what you needed to do! I’ll just be there for the next one!”

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It was just a piece of paper. Legally, it didn’t even hold any weight thirty days later. My philosophy at the time was “marriage really isn’t that important, aside from the legal benefits. It’s just confirming what you already have.”

But maybe it’s just societal weight, or ingrained culture, or something, but it was different after. The way I described it at the time, and I’ve never really come up with a better metaphor is, “It’s like we were both holding onto each other in the middle of the ocean in the middle of a storm. We were keeping each other above water, we were each other’s support. But then we got this piece of paper. And it was like the ground rose up to meet our feet. We were still in an ocean, still in the middle of a storm, but there was a solid foundation beneath our feet. We still supported each other, but there was this other thing that was also keeping our heads above the water.

It was different. It was better. It made things more solid and real.

I am forever grateful for all the forces and all the people who came together to make it possible. It’s been twenty years and we’re still together and still married.

We did a domestic partnership a year later to get the legal paperwork. We’d done a private ceremony with proper rings (not just ones grabbed out of the husband’s collection hours before) before then. And in 2008, we did a legal marriage again.

Rushed. In a hurry. Because there was Proposition 13 to be voted on which would make them all illegal again if it passed.

It did, but we were already married at that point, and they couldn’t negate it that time.

Another few years after that, the Supreme Court finally threw up their hands and said "Fine! It's been legal in places and nothing's caught on fire or been devoured by locusts. It's legal everywhere. Shut up about it!"

And that was that.

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When I was in highschool, in the late 90s, I didn’t expect to see legal gay marriage until I was in my 50s. I just couldn’t see how the American public as it was would ever be okay with it.

I never expected to be getting married within five years. I never expected it to be legal nationwide before I’d barely started by 30s. I never thought I’d be in my 40s and it’d be such a non-issue that the conservative rabble rousers would’ve had to move onto other wedge issues altogether.

I never thought that I could introduce another man as my husband and absolutely no one involved would so much as blink.

I never thought I’d live in this world.

And it’s twenty years later today. I wonder how our line buddies are doing. Those babies who were running around the wide open rooms playing tag will have graduated college by now. The kids whose parents the one line-buddy was worried would see him are probably married too now. Some of them to others of the same gender.

I don’t have some greater message to make with all this. Other then, culture can shift suddenly in ways you can’t predict. For good or ill. Mainly this is just me remembering the craziest fucking 36 hours of my life twenty years after the fact and sharing them with all of you.

The future we’re resigned to doesn’t have to be the one we live in. Society can shift faster than you think. The unimaginable of twenty years ago is the baseline reality of today.

And always remember that the people who want to get married will show up by the thousands in rain that none of those who’re against it will brave.

[maxsimagination]

Hi, I love your fics!! I was wondering if you could do another Pina fic she is so underrated. Maybe one where Pina and reader are always very affectionate and the team teases them like at team bonding or a beach day or something. A lot of fluff please!!

𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙙𝙖𝙮 - 𝙘.𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙖

summary: it’s beach day and claudia thinks yn is pretty

-> sorry she’s short

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𝗜𝗧 𝗪𝗔𝗦 𝗧𝗘𝗔𝗠 bonding day, and the entire group had decided on a beach day.

i was excited, i loved the beach and swimming and everything to do with the ocean. it was my favourite place to be when i wasn’t on the pitch. alexia had organised the whole thing, and was giving most of the team a lift. that included me, claudia, patri, salma and vicky.

mapi and ingrid brought the rest of the team plus food and drinks.

i was having a blast, in the ocean with mapi, while both our girlfriends watched on from the shore. finally we emerged from the surf to have a break.

i could feel claudia’s eyes, raking up and down my body as i walked over to her.

“hey mi amor.”

“hola bebé.”

i sat on the towel she had laid out, her arms holding my body against hers. lo

we spent a good while sat like that, cuddled into each other on the beach surrounded by our teammates. claudia had her hand on my thigh, rubbing it up and down slowly. i had a piece of watermelon that i was in the middle of eating when claudia looked down at me.

“you’re so pretty, mi amor.”

i looked up at my lovers’ eyes, they were like blue orbs of light.

“no prettier than you.”

claudia didn’t say anything, she simply leaned down and kissed me on the lips. i melted into her hold, letting her take control of the moment.

it was like we were in our own little bubble, nothing else but us existed. that was until the rest of the team butted in and teased us.

“get a room, piña!” patri

“lovebirds.” aitana

“can’t keep their hands off each other.” mapi

when we pulled apart, i had a blush stained on my cheeks, evident from the teasing of our teammates.

afterwards, i had managed to drag claudia off the sand and down to where the surf was crashing onto the shore. we spent ages mucking around, trying to push the other into the waves.

[httpsaki]

kisses with kuroo ✧⁠*⁠。

fluff | sfw

one of the many ways he shows his love for you: kisses

warnings: mild profanity

the random kisses on your cheeks and all over your face that never fail to take you aback and make your heart flutter every time despite being in a relationship for quite a while now.

"i know what we should watch," you look over at the guy beside you who has been scrolling through netflix for about 30 minutes now, "minions."

"...but i kiss you every time one comes up on the screen." you can't help but laugh at his corniness, "you're such a dork." but who are you kidding? it's kuroo, of course he meant it.

"would'ya look at that, a whole battalion of them this early in the movie" he teases, pulling you closer to him with an arm wrapped around your shoulder and lips kissing every corner of your face as you accept your fate.

the kisses on your hand as he holds it, taking in the softness of every crease, fold, and knuckle of your hand against his as you melt at the warmth of his touch.

with no words exchanged, he holds your cold hand like it's second nature to him while you're walking around the streets of your neighborhood in the middle of the night alongside each other.

if you didn't know better, you'd think your hands are meant for him to hold. both your hands just fit perfectly intertwined with each other, it's almost crazy to you.

every time kuroo holds your hand it's the same scenario: he rubs his thumb on your skin, then lifts it up to his lips as he places a little kiss at the back of your hand, then drops it slowly and rubs his thumb again. like clockwork, he never fails to do it, and also like clockwork, you fall for it every damn time.

the kiss on the lips that you both do to shut the other one up that always leaves you annoyed, yet loved.

you and kuroo bond over being huge nerds. safe to say that when you're in the same room together, there's a 100% chance that there'll be a loooong nerdy yapping session.

you saw a video about megalodons as you're mindlessly scrolling through tiktok, lying on the couch with your head on kuroo's lap, "do you think it's possible that there's at least one megalodon that still exists that we don't know about?"

he replied immediately, "FUCK no." with a very dramatic exaggeration on 'fuck' earning an equally dramatic expression on your face as you sit up from your previous position, "why not? most of our oceans have yet to be explored. you know, the giant squid was just a myth before..."

he loves debating with you about random, nonsensical topics that you both will absolutely have no gain or loss if you win the argument or not. he loves seeing you get serious while explaining, just admiring you while having absolutely no understanding of what you've just said.

there he goes, smiling like a total idiot, waiting for the perfect time to get you. "...not until they discovered it a few years ago. it just tells us how—" you immediately shut up, not like you had a choice, when a pair of lips finally came crashing onto yours to seal them shut. "i love you, sweetheart, but if there was a creature that huge living in our oceans, we would know about it."

a fake kiss just to tease you and leave you wanting more, wanting him more, while he just enjoys the look on your face with absolutely no remorse for what he just did.

you were making breakfast when he suddenly came up to you with no words said. with a very serious look on his face that's quite literally unreadable, he slowly closes the gap between your bodies with you facing him, your faces only inches—no, centimeters away from each other.

the moment you close your eyes and wait for him to finally kiss you, he lifts his face, and pretends to reach for the cupboard above you, looking at you with the evil smirk. "oh, come on!" you complain, but he's so unbearably irresistible that you actually do wanna kiss him, so this time you pull him close. this time, it's not a prank anymore as your lips finally collided.

a long, passionate kiss that's more than the world for you. being in a relationship with kuroo is just another term for a lot of shits and giggles, but sometimes you do realize how unexplainably in love you are with him.

"can't sleep?" kuroo called, as he came up from inside the house to the balcony where you're standing. "hey," he called again, placing a hand on your chin in such a way that would make you face him, "what's bothering you?"

as you locked gazes with him, it happened again: the whole world slows down like it's only the two of you that matters. that's the magic of your love for each other, you almost already know what you both need at the very moment with just one eye contact.

slowly, he finally closes the gap between your lips. how do you even begin to describe this kiss? it's long and deep, like you haven't touched each other for ages. it's reassuring, it's calm; like all your burdens suddenly stopped weighing you down.

with his touch, you feel loved; and that is enough for you to know that you're exactly where you're destined to be: right next to the man that you'd adore forever that is kuroo tetsurou.

[anonymous-dentist]

Ocean's Haunted

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First off, the ocean's haunted.

That's very important.

Once upon a time when Cesar was still on land, his mother told him all about the spirits that lived on the water. There are the ghosts, of course, and their ships that sail under the full moon. Sea monsters that live in the deepest parts of the ocean and drag sailors to their dooms. Sirens that take on the appearance of one's deepest desires.

What Cesar's mother failed to mention were the goddamn sea zombies.

Sea zombies like the ones currently trying to eat Cesar's face: lean and filled with holes like a sponge, leaking water from every orifice, hair the color and appearance of decayed seaweed. And, of course, smelling of dead fish.

Being alone on his back in a rowboat in the middle of the ocean miles away from land and armed with only a pistol (one bullet left) and a bottle of rum (unopened), Cesar briefly thinks that this is how he's going to die: alone.

The sea zombie gurgles and spits up a mouthful of brackish brown water onto Cesar's shoes. Its teeth graze the back of his calf, tearing his pants' leg to shreds.

Cesar kicks the fucker and skitters back in his boat until his back is against the bow. His hand scrambles for his pistol, finds it.

He raises it with both hands. He doesn't have the time to aim, but at at least his hands don't shake as he fires his last and final bullet into the sea zombie's icky oozing skull.

The sea zombie collapses into a puddle of sea foam with a scream. Its teeth, somehow, are left behind. As are its remaining clothes, including a large, audaciously-colored tricorn hat.

Cesar stares at the foam.

"What the fuck?" he asks it.

The foam, predictably, doesn't answer.

Slowly, Cesar sits up. He puts his gun down in his lap and adjusts the remains of his pants. He looks longingly at the bottle of rum. He internally curses his mother for not knowing about goddamn sea zombies. He externally curses his "father" for his very existence, just because he can.

The sun starts to set over the horizon, and Cesar settles back at the boat's oars. He presses a hand gently to his stomach, and he lets out a sigh of relief when he doesn't start bleeding again.

With a sigh, he cracks his neck, and he picks up the oars in each hand, and he starts rowing again.

-

Pirates.

Ever since he was a child, Cesar has hated pirates. Not because of their whole rob-and-kill-and-steal thing, but because he's only met one pirate in his life, and his life has been ruined ever since.

It's a personal thing. Some people hate pão de queijo. Others hate the winter months. Cesar hates his no-good father, and he hates pirates.

But when a ship that looks about as textbook a pirate ship can be pulls up next to Cesar's rowboat, Cesar feels a rush of relief.

A head pops over the side of the ship, feet above Cesar's head.

"Hello!" the head calls- black hair, and a smile obvious even in the night.

Cesar raises a hand in greeting. "Hey."

"Do you need some help?"

Cesar moves to answer with a, "Nah, I'm good," but, suddenly, the head is yanked out of sight by a pale hand.

"What are you thinking?" a new voice- female?- hisses. "We don't know this guy?"

"Aw, look at him, though! He'll die without our help!" the head argues.

Cesar puts his oars down for the moment.

And then he picks up his still-unopened bottle of rum and holds it in the air like it's a trophy.

"I have rum!" he calls.

Immediately, a woman's head and shoulders appear where the last head was. She looks almost as much a corpse as the sea zombie Cesar just killed, but beggars can't be choosers.

"Why didn't you say so?" she asks, warmth dripping off her voice like slime mold. Her head turns to the side. "Joui, get the ladder."

And that's when a third voice appears and sighs, "Come on, are you just going to let any old wretch onto the ship because they have rum? They could be a siren."

"I'm not a siren," Cesar helpfully says.

A new head, the third voice's, presumably, appears next to the woman's. This man, Cesar notices, is balding.

R-I-P.

"Prove it," the balding man says.

The first head appears on the woman's other side, pouting.

"Would a siren do this?" Cesar asks. He raises his empty pistol to his temple and puts his finger on the trigger.

Alarmed, the first head reaches out as if that'll do anything.

The other two people are not amused.

Sighing, Cesar lowers his gun and flatly says, "And I can play the accordion."

The balding man grins and claps his hands together. "Joui, get the ladder!"

Head number one salutes and ducks out of sight once more. (That'll be 'Joui' then...)

The woman looks at the balding man with a frown. "So me wanting rum is suicidal, but you wanting sea shanties isn't?"

The man shrugs. "What can I say, my dear? We're pirates. We need a sea shantier."

Cesar isn't sure if that's an actual word or job description, but he doesn't quite feel like arguing with the pirates currently saving his life.

One rope ladder climb later, Cesar finds himself tied to the ship's mast with his rum being drank straight from the bottle by the woman.

All three of the pirates are gathered around him, each one with weapons very clearly visible on their persons.

Cesar squirms slightly. "You couldn't have at least let me sit down before tying me up?"

"Nah," says the woman, bottle to her lips.

Well.

Pirates.

Cesar looks around. It's an empty ship, no crew members in sight besides the three in front of him. The sails are down, and the anchor's chain is leading off the side of the ship. The deck is a mess, and the rigging is knotted just so incorrectly that it's making Cesar's teeth hurt.

The balding man steps forward, his hand resting on the end of his sword on his belt.

"What crew do you work for, then?" he asks, fake smile and even faker gold teeth.

"None," Cesar truthfully replies. "I'm out here on my own?"

Presumably-Joui furrows his brow in confusion. "In a rowboat?"

Cesar shrugs. "It was all I could afford."

That, though, is a lie. His mother left him one hell of a fortune when she passed, and all that money is currently siting in a bank back home waiting for his return. (He'll never actually return, but the money doesn't need to know that.)

But, well, it's a bunch of pirates. They don't need to know the truth.

(Mostly because the truth, of course, is too strange for anyone, even a pirate, to believe.)

Silence. Physical silence so heavy that it weighs Cesar's shoulders down. It sits in the pit of his stomach and tugs on his tongue, begging him to talk.

The woman leans over to whisper to the balding man. His face crinkles, and he whispers back with his hand cupped over her ear.

Cesar chooses to lock eyes with Maybe-Joui.

He looks... nice? He smiles when Cesar makes eye contact, though he stays a fair distance away from the mast, a full step or so behind the other two pirates.

A literal second of eye contact is all Cesar can take, though; he shivers and swallows the lump in his throat and looks up at the sky, instead.

Stars.

And the moon.

Bald and Woman's whispering gets louder as they start to argue.

"We are not telling him!" Bald hisses. "Are you crazy?"

Woman rolls her eyes. "What else are we supposed to do? He is literally ten feet below us right now!"

"Yeah, and he probably heard us bringing him up," Maybe-Joui adds.

Both Bald and Woman snap their heads towards Maybe-Joui with narrowed eyes.

"This is a private conversation!" Woman huffs.

"Cover your ears," Bald tells him.

Maybe-Joui's face falls, but he nods and puts his hands over his ears, though not without mumbling, "Maybe don't speak so loudly next time..."

He even closes his eyes for good measure. How polite.

But Cesar, facing him, can see that the way his hands are placed leaves plenty of room for sound to sneak in.

Cesar bites back a smile; he can always appreciate a good fofoqueiro.

"What about me?" he asks. "Do I need to cover my ears, too?"

Woman and Bald both ignore him. Assholes.

Sighing, Cesar tips his head back until it's resting against the mast.

At least they aren't sea zombies, he tells himself.

"We could use the extra help..." Bald muses.

Suddenly, there's the sound of a hand striking cloth, and an offended, "Hey!"

"Are you crazy?!" Woman argues. "He might be an occultist!"

"Look at him, he's, like, twelve. How many occultists do we know that are children?"

Okay, what?

"I'm 29," Cesar sighs.

He tilts his head down to give the pirates a tired look.

They both look at him with varying levels of confusion on their faces.

"Maybe he is an occultist," Bald admits.

"Maybe we should get Cris," Woman adds.

A shudder goes down Cesar's spine at that.

A cloud passes over the moon.

Foreboding.

Maybe-Joui's eyes snap open, and he drops his hands back to his sides.

"Oh, are we getting Cris?" he asks. "I can get him."

Cesar barely manages to hold back a wince.

A cold wind blows across the ship's deck.

Foreboding.

Cesar flexes his arms against the ropes tying to him to the mast. He isn't that strong, but maybe...

Oh, who is he kidding? There's no way that he's on this ship. What would be the odds of that?

The ship creaks.

And then Cesar hears them: footsteps. From below, wooden planks groaning in protest of the weight on them; a door opening.

Panic rises in Cesar's throat. It's bitter and horrible and familiar in the same way as an old blanket and, suddenly, he has a bad feeling.

"Throw me overboard," he hoarsely says, looking right at Maybe-Joui because he, at least, seems normal.

Maybe-Joui's eyes widen. "What? No!"

Woman claps her hands together. "Well, you heard him, boys. Let's throw him overboard."

Cesar strains against the ropes. His ears ring. The moon is looking at him, judging. The pirates are looking at him, judging. His chest hurts. His arms hurt. Is he bleeding again? His shirt feels wet. Damnit.

Bald holds up a hand. "Now, hold on, look at him. Something's wrong."

Of course something is wrong, something is always wrong!

Woman puts the bottle of rum down on the deck. She crosses her arms, a frown appearing on her face.

"Hmph," she brilliantly says.

Maybe-Joui perks up slightly. "Guys, I hear someone moving downstairs."

Woman and Bald tense. They look at each other, having a silent conversation that Cesar, frankly, could care less about.

"Cris," they say in unison.

Bald turns to look at Cesar, and something weird lights up in his eyes.

He smiles, slightly, and he takes a full step back away from the mast, stretching his arms above his head.

"Liz, darling, take a good look at our guest," he calmly says.

Foreboding.

Cesar flinches as a door slams open on the other side of the deck.

Woman's eyes widen. "Oh. I see."

"I don't," Maybe-Joui says.

"What are we seeing?" a fourth voice- utterly grating and horrible and terrible and shitty and bad and disgusting- calls, a yawn and a smile in his voice.

Panic falls way to anger, which falls to hatred, which falls to nothing.

Cesar goes limp, falling back against the mast and looking down at the deck. He's. Tired.

"Who's this?" he hears.

"We have a guest," Bald hums. "Joui fished him out of the ocean. He hasn't given us a name yet, but... maybe you can help with that?"

The deck creaks with every heavy footstep.

Once, Cesar's mother told him about his "father": a tall, handsome man with a big hat and wide shoulders. He was a sailor, she said, and he always came home from his voyages with gold and silver and the finest jewelry Cesar's mother had ever seen.

A few weeks after Cesar was born, Cesar's father left for another trip. He left a letter behind. He left his wife behind.

He left his son behind.

"He can play the accordion," Maybe-Joui helpfully says. "I think we should keep him."

"I'm not an animal," Cesar grumbles.

He looks firmly at his boots even as the hulking figure of the fourth pirate comes to stand in front of him.

"Well?" Woman asks.

"Why is he tied up?" the pirate asks, sounding almost upset. "Hold on..."

Hands start tugging at the ropes.

And then they suddenly stop.

"Wait a minute..." the pirate murmurs.

"Oh, this will be good," Woman quietly says to her friends.

"Look at me," the pirate gently orders, voice cracking as his two hands settle on either side of Cesar's face.

Cesar sneers and tries to shrug off the pirate's touch. "Go fuck yourself, old man."

The pirate gasps, "It is him!"

And then Cesar is being pinned to the mast as the pirate hugs him, wrapping his beefy arms around both Cesar and the mast and Cesar can't breathe for so many reasons-

"Cesar!" the pirate weeps, tears in his voice and running down his face and dampening Cesar's hair. "My boy!"

Cesar tries to become one with the mast. Why didn't they throw him overboard?

"Cristopher," he stiffly replies. "I can't breathe."

The pirate backs up immediately, though his hands remain on Cesar's shoulders.

For the first time in years, Cesar looks his father in the face, and he feels nothing.

The pirate is crying. Cristopher is crying, the overemotional old man. He's gained a massive scar on his face since Cesar last saw him, and his hair has gone fully white. He's in his pajamas already even though it's barely past sunset.

"Girl!" he shouts over his shoulder. "Untie my son!"

Maybe-Joui winces. "Um, Mr. Cris, I'm not sure-"

"Gladly," Woman smirks.

She approaches, winks as she passes Cesar and steps behind the mast.

Cesar desperately tries to avoid Cristopher's gaze as he's being untied.

Maybe the sea zombies aren't too bad...

The ropes drop.

Cesar immediately makes a break for it, shoving past Cristopher and the balding man and running for the edge of the ship.

"Son!" Cristopher cries.

Cesar manages to get one leg over the ship's railing before two strong arms are wrapped around his chest and pulling him away from the edge.

"Don't be stupid," Maybe-Joui snaps, stumbling backwards with Cesar and expertly dodging the fists being thrown his way.

"Who's stupid!?" Cesar exclaims. He throws an arm out and points at a pained-looking Cristopher. "That guy's insane! I'd rather take my chances with the sea zombies!"

"'Insane'?" Cristopher repeats, face falling. "Cesar..."

Cesar glowers. "Don't."

He does stop fighting, though... mostly because he can see Bald and Woman snickering together near the mast.

Maybe-Joui drags him just a little bit further before dumping him on the deck. He crouches next to Cesar, head cocked slightly, a weird expression on his face. It's halfway a smile, halfway a frown, halfway a confused hmmmm? of a look.

And then he holds up a hand, one that was pressed against Cesar's stomach during the brief struggle. Even in the moonlight, it's clear to see how it's painted red.

He looks up and towards Woman.

"Liz-senpai?" he calls. "Is your office cleaned up yet?"

Cesar looks down at his stomach and groans, flopping fully onto the deck in defeat.

"What?" Woman asks. "Why... oh. Huh. Shit, okay. Help our new friend down, would you?"

Cesar doesn't so much as spare a glance in Cristopher's direction as Maybe-Joui and Bald each take a side and help him to his feet.

"What happened?" Cristopher demands. "Cesar, what happened?"

What else could it have been? Out of every monster Cesar's mother told him about, one came up time and time again in her stories as the worst of them all:

Pirates.

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A/N: Hi! If you liked this, please let me know! I'm super nervous about writing for a different fandom, so any comments or reblogs or anything would be SUPER appreciated!

[jjsadmirer]

Good Looking

warnings ; toxic ex rafe x reader, jj maybank x reader, revenge type plot, fluff, drugs, alcohol, makeout scene(im not good at writing this stuff in good detail so apologies if its bad) ,

Summary ;

After finding Rafe basically cheated on you, you figure it's time to finally stand up for yourself.

"Why are you crying?" JJ says concernly. He's always been like that, always there when you need him, like a knight in shining armor.

Tides trash inside

Baby I'm high octane

You explain to him the situation, what you witnessed and explaining how it wasn't the first time, you end up alone with him on a part of the beach no one really goes to, ranting to him. Usually you'd never talk about your feelings, but with JJ it was different.

My core vibrates in an opium haze

He puts his arm around your shoulder. "I seriously don't get why you give him anymore chances, I mean come on. Rafes not some golden child, I doubt he'd take your fathers job." he says angrily, You're glad you have JJ, you think to yourself.

He's right. Rafe was basically the outcast of the family anyway ever since he started doing drugs, you look at JJ as he's still insulting Rafe and smile, you put your head onto his shoulder and lean on him, taking in the smell of his cologne and the fresh but slightly salty ocean air.

He moves his hand from your shoulder to your side, half hugging you and also taking in your perfume. He looks at you and you lock eyes with him, neither of you realizing how close your faces were until then.

Yet you think we're the same?

The breeze becomes a bit slow, everything slows down as you and him stare at each other, he looks at your lips and you both lean into eachother, kissing. Suddenly the whole world stopped, quiet and peaceful, the only thing you could hear was both of your hearts beating fast.

The skyline falls

as I try to make sense all

He pulls away looking at you, wondering if you liked it or not, you look at him and smile, he smiles back and half hugs you tighter, "is this..okay?" he says looking at you. "Of course" you say before your lips collide again.

This time, he bites down on your bottom lip, you understand what he's signaling and you give him entrance,your tounges dancing with eachother. You are now making out with JJ Maybank . What a night.

He puts his hands on your hips, breaking the kiss to breathe. "Y/N.." he says catching his breathe. You stare at him and smile, you push him down into the sand and lie beside him.

"I've been wanting to do that for a long time. To long." he says as he lies down on the sand, you lying beside him and he holds your hand, placing is in the middle of you and him.

I thought I'd uncovered your secrets

Turns out there's more

You didn't even care about Rafe or anything right now for that matter. You can't keep your eyes off of him and he can't keep his off you either. You both look up at the stars and see a shooting one. "Make a wish!" you say closing your eyes.

"My wish has already come true" he says gripping your hand harder.

You adored me before

"Let's go back to my place." he says.

"Alright" you reply.

Oh my good looking boy

Part 3? (Tysm for 10+ ❤s on the first chapter!! 11 for part 3 if we can!! Or maybe a commenttt)

[ihave-atummyache]

a couple of friends

Stray Kids Imagine

Summary: there is a thin line between being just friends and being something more. what blurs this line?

18+ !! gets a lil smutty in one of them but nothing too detailed.

-OT8

4.5k words

sorry for how angsty lee know’s is D:

Bang Chan: holding hands.

“Ugh. I’m getting hot,” You complain, your skin was getting sweaty, causing sand to stick to you. You hear Chan beside you chuckle before getting up and standing in front of you.

“That’s why there’s a whole ocean to cool off in!” He smiles at you and you look behind him. The water really did look quite appealing in this moment.

And so did he. He was stood in front of you in just some swim trunks and sunglasses. He looks stunning against the back drop of the beach and you bite your lip at the sight.

He reaches his hands out to you and you hesitantly accept them as he pulls you to your feet.

"Channie..." you complain but he cuts you off with a finger to your lips, releasing one of your hands but slotting his fingers between yours in the other.

"Aht aht! I don't want to hear the complaints. You just said you were hot so now we have to go in the water!" He tries to reason and you shake your head with a smile.

"This isn't really an 'in the water' bathing suit though," you try to reason, motioning to your skimpy bathing suit. You try to drop back down onto the towel and he tightens his grip on your hand, preventing you from sitting.

"Come on," he starts pulling you towards the water and you laugh behind him as he speeds up.

"Okay! But if I lose a nipple, it's your fault!!" you say from behind him and he chuckles, turning his head towards you.

"I don't think it would be the end of the world for me," he winks and you feel the warm water on your feet a few seconds later.

"Are those two finally together or what?" Seungmin questions as he plops down on your towel next to Felix. Felix shakes his head, catching the attention of Changbin.

"Really?! I'm not sitting here holding hands with my homies," Changbin speaks up and Felix turns his attention to him.

"You literally hold hands with Minho hyung at every chance you get," he says which causes Seungmin to laugh.

"Well that's different. I'm not hoplessly in love with Minho like Chan is with y/n," the three laugh at you and their leader's relationship.

The two of you couldn't care less, well at least you couldn’t. You were perfectly content with this weird flirty energy between the two of you for now, although Chan couldn't completely agree with you.

He wants you to be his, but he doesn't want to rush anything so when he feels an overwhelming urge to kiss you or tell you he loves you, he instead interlaces your fingers to keep himself sane.

Lee Know: hooking up

You always get into your thoughts when you and Minho have sex. It isn't the first time and surely won't be the last but you always find yourself wanting to stop in the middle. Not because you aren't enjoying yourself (because you both know you are) but because reality sets in and it all feels too real.

You want to say you regret making this stupid arrangement with someone you were so close to, but that would be a lie. You were both so sexually frustrated and you proposed the idea of being fuck buddies, half as a joke, but Minho practically jumped at the opportunity.

You have known each other for a while and he felt completely comfortable around you. It was a much better arrangement than hooking up with a stranger and potentially having them ruin his career or life in anyway.

This time, you are in missionary, your legs wrapped around his waist as he pumps in and out of you. Your eyes roll back into your head as his pelvis makes contact with your clit, sending you into even more intense pleasure than previously.

"Look at me, darling," the nickname flows off of his lips and your eyes snap open at the command, immediately meeting his. The nickname makes your stomach fill with butterflies and you want to cry on the spot.

His eyes leave yours for a second, glancing at your lips then back up to your eyes. A rule that you and your best friend had come up with when this agreement began was absolutely no kissing. It would make things too intimate between the two of you.

Which is extremely ironic seeing as you rip each other's clothes off at every second you get. Can it get more intimate then that?

"Stop." you breathe out and he doesn't hesitate to stop at all, his face immediately turns to one of confusion and concern.

"Are you okay? Did I hurt you? What's wrong?" he questions and studies your eyes as they fill with tears.

"Baby, are you crying?" You shake your head but your body betrays you as the tears stream down your face. The nickname does not help to ease the internal conflict. You had never cried in front of Minho so he is frozen, unsure of exactly what to do.

"Don't, Minho. Please just...don't," the hot tears stream down your face and you push him off of you, suddenly feeling much too exposed and too vulnerable in your naked state. You quickly grab a t-shirt off the ground that happened to be his and pull it over your head to cover yourself.

You go to stand but suddenly Minho's arms are around you, pulling your back flush to his chest and that's all it takes the the sobs to start racking through your body.

You are so hopelessly in love with your best friend and want nothing more than to hold him, cherish him, love him, and as far as you know, he only wants your body.

Changbin: going on dates

Your text tone rings through the room and you glance over to see a text from Changbin.

'wyd tonight?' it reads and you sit down your book, using both of your hands to type back.

'nothing. just chilling. whats up?' you reply and he quickly types a reply, your text chime going off before you can even pick your book back up.

'now you have plans! dress nice and lets go to that new italian restaurant that just opened' you smile at the text. He never actually asks you to go any where with him. He kind of just tells you what you are going to be doing later and you roll with it.

'pick me up at 7?' you reply, giving yourself an hour and a half to get ready. he likes the message and sends back a quick ‘making the reservation now’ so you head to your room to change and clean yourself up a bit to go on your date to hang out with Changbin.

You settle on a an emerald green, off the shoulder dress. It reflects in the light and is slightly glittery. Changbin also has made comments in the past about how he loves your shoulders so you figure you would give him a little show.

You slip on a thin gold necklace with a small heart pendant and a few gold bracelets, keeping the outfit relatively simple. You slick your hair away from your face and throw on a simple makeup, really just brightening up your features to make it look like you put some effort in.

You look at yourself in the mirror and smooth down your dress a few times before you hear a knock at your door. You glance over at your clock, he is 30 minutes early, very like him.

"Come in!" You call from the doorway of your room before heading back in to put finishing touches on. You hear the code being beeped into your door and soon you hear Changbin kicking his shoes off by the door.

You glance in the mirror one more time before walking out to the living room, where you assume he would be. However, he isn't. Instead, you hear commotion in the kitchen and enter, seeing the back of your friend's head.

"Hi, Binnie," he jumps slightly at your voice and turns to you, "Hi, you look gorgeous," his eyes rake your body and try to do the same but his hands catch your eyes.

He is holding a vase with a bouquet of a combination of your favorite flowers. He had found the vase in your cabinet and put the flowers in while you finished getting ready. He sets the vase down on your island and walks towards you.

He had on all black, a dress shirt and suit jacket with matching slacks. He looks clean and so very handsome.

"How did I get such a pretty best friend?" he questions and reaches out, pinching your cheek. Your heart strains and you feel like you could be sick.

'Best friend'. You almost forgot that you were the one hopelessly in love with your best friend. But if he wasn't in love with you, why would he insist on bringing you on all these dates and not one of his other friends? You can’t help but hold onto the sliver of hope that maybe, just maybe, he feels the same.

Hyunjin: give each other cute nicknames

You were sitting with your back to the entrance waiting on a few of your friends to arrive at the coffee shop you and your best friend were at. It was a large group of friends but the only friend on your mind was Hyunjin. You love your other friends, don’t get me wrong, but Hyunjin just sent your head spinning every time you had a conversation or laid eyes on him.

He was everything you could ever want. He is kind, caring, emotionally competent, and he is so gentle with you. Not to mention he is quite literally the most handsome man you have ever laid eyes on.

"No! I disagree," your best friend sitting across from you speaks up, snapping you out of your thoughts. You had drifted off into your own thoughts about Hyunjin again and forgotten what the conversation was about.

You blink at your best friend a few times and she rolls her eyes, "Daydreaming about Hwang Hyunjin again?" she smirks and you roll your eyes in response.

"Never," you insist

"Always," she counters and before you can say anything else, the bell to the shop's entrance rings. You turn around and your group of friends is walking in, all boys and, of course, Hyunjin.

"Hi, beautiful," Hyunjin slides into the booth next to you before anyone else can and quickly makes his arm comfortable along the top of the booth behind you. His warmth surrounds you and your breath hitches in your throat.

You don’t resist the urge to lean into him a bit and pat his thigh gently a few times under the table.

"Hello, my prince," you tease back, letting out a new nickname that you hadn't used yet. You let out a laugh at his shocked expression. He turns back to the group, his side profile exposed to you and you see the small smirk forming.

"My prince..." he breathes out, quietly and you nudge him, turning back to the conversation at the table.

“You can’t say things like that to me, princess,” he mirrors your nickname, leaning in to whisper in your ear and you smile.

“You like being a prince?” you inquire quietly turning to face him again

“No. I like being yours,” he says, seriously while holding eye contact with you. You blink a few times then turn to your best friend across from you when she clears her throat.

"Nice of you two to stop flirting and join the conversation," your best friend comments and you kick her under the table gently.

"We weren't flirting," You and Hyunjin reply at the same time.

His friend on the other side of him leans forward and looks at the two of you as he speaks, "Yeah because I call all my friends by cute nicknames every time I talk to them," he says and shakes his head, falling back into his seat.

Your neck and face heat up and you shake your head, chuckling, "Anyways!"

Han: giving expensive gifts

"I can't wait to see you again. Can't you just buy a plane ticket right now?" Han whines over the phone and you let out a laugh.

"I wish I could, Hannie. I miss you too," you reply and smile at the small pout on his face. He never knew if his constant flirting was getting to you or not so he hasn't confessed...but then again neither have you. Because his flirting has surely been getting to you and has since you met him.

"Why can't you?" he questions and you shake your head, he knows why you can't.

"I have work and other responsibilities here," you reply and rest your chin in the palm of your hand while looking at Jisung.

"Just quit your job. I'll pay for everything," he tries, big eyes round and sparkly.

"You already pay for everything! You get me anything I want. Even when I tell you not to!" You cry out and he shrugs, his face lighting up.

"Actually, now that you mention it, I did get you a gift while we were in Paris," he says, a bright smile on his face.

"Han Jisung!" You protest but he stands and walks out of the camera frame. You shake your head and look at yourself in the camera, making sure you still look good before he comes back.

Your eyes catch sight of the necklace you already have on, a gift from Jisung. It was a thin gold Van Cleef necklace he had gotten you for your birthday. It has a small clover on it with your favorite stone. You hadn't even heard of the brand until you saw the box and later looked it up.

"I'll give you a little hint, but I won't tell you what it is, okay?" His voice speaks from off camera and you roll your eyes.

"I'm waiting for an answer," he sing songs from off the screen and you sit back in your chair, crossing your arms over your chest.

"Fine. You need to stop buying me so many gifts!" You object and start hearing him dig through his luggage and bags.

"But I always imagine how pretty you would look in everything I get you," he counters and you blush, fighting the smile off your face.

"You don't think I'm pretty without your expensive gifts?" You tease, trying to fish a compliment out of Jisung.

"You're pretty no matter what. You could be wearing a trash bag and still probably be the only girl that catches my eye," he confesses and chuckles before sitting down.

You try to keep the expression off your face to seem unfazed by the comment but honestly, your heart was about to jump out of your mouth.

"Okay here's your hint," he holds up a red box and across the front in cursive is the word 'Cartier'. Your jaw drops again at the hint and grab your chest.

"Oh my gosh, Jisung!" you pause and blink at his smiling face a few times, "What am I going to do with you," you put your head into your hands and try to stop the room spinning.

A few weeks later, you can bet that you have a post on your social media, the beautiful and iconic Cartier bracelet adorning your wrist.

The last picture you post is just of your wrist and hand holding a cup of coffee, giving a clear view of the beautiful piece of jewelry.

felix: cuddle

"Nooooo. I'm not happy yet," you insist and wrap your legs around Felix's waist, preventing him from leaving your koala grip.

He uses his arms to try to push himself off of you but you just wrap tighter, you were either coming with him or he would have to cuddle with you until you were satisfied.

"Oh yeah? But you stopped crying ten minutes ago," he clocks your deceit and you roll your eyes at the comment. He was kind of right, you definitely did feel much better than you did when he walked in on you crying earlier.

"Just because I'm not crying, doesn't mean I feel better," you try to reason and he sighs, falling back against you. He pushes his hands under the small of your back to hold you closer to him, even though you were laying completely on his arms, he couldn't imagine a more comfortable position to be in.

In all honesty, he only wanted to get away from you because the smell of you and intimacy that you craved, only from him, made his mind and heart race.

And maybe all the blood in his body wash rushing to where he wanted you most. He sighs as you bring a hand up to play in his hair.

"Do you want to talk about it now?" He inquires, his arms wrapping impossibly tighter around you and you nod.

"It's just my boss being an asshole. I feel like she is just always out to get me and I have never done anything to her or anyone else at work for that matter!" you speak out, frustration bubbling over, but you take a deep breath before continuing.

"It feels like she singles me out every single day and compliments everyone else but nitpicks every single thing I do. You know what I mean?" you ask, pausing your hand in his hair for him to give you some indication that he is listening. He nods and mumbles out a quick 'mhm' to let you know he is listening.

"It's so frustrating because even on group projects, she somehow only has issues with the parts that I do or initiate or present! At this point it feels like she's trying to force me to quit so that she doesn't have to fire me before she leaves. She's doing all this bitching and moaning and is literally retiring in a month!" you complain again and you feel Felix's thumbs trying to relax you by rubbing the small of your back. This did in fact help to ease the forming tension.

"Maybe she wants you in her position. Have you thought about that?" he asks quietly and your hand stops in his hair again as you ponder the question.

His sits up and rolls off you, laying to the side of you and propping his head up in one hand as he studies your face. He sees your furrowed brows and your teeth gently chewing on your lip as you think about what he just said. He throws an arm over your torso to try to get your attention away from your own head.

"What if she is being hard on you because she is trying to prepare you to take her spot once she leaves," he proposes and you smile, turning your head to face him.

"Felix! You are an angel! How is it that you always know exactly the right words to say?" you throw an arm around his neck and pull him into an awkward hug.

"Thank you. You're the best friend I have ever had," you speak lowly into his ear and he bites down on his lip, trying to numb the pain in his chest at your words.

"Y-yeah what are best friends for," he chuckles, trying to sound unbothered, but every time you called him your friends he can’t help feeling like he gets another stab in the heart.

Seungmin: sharing everything

"Minnie! Minnie! Minnie!" You come bouncing into the practice room and he turns his head immediately at the sound of your voice.

Hyunjin is sitting at the front of the room on his phone and looks up at you as well, "Hi, y/n," he smiles and you wave politely in return.

"Hi, Jinnie," you reply and rush over to Seungmin who is standing by the computer.

"Try this! I think this is the best take out I have ever had," you say with a huge excited smile on his face and he can't help but mirror your excitement because of how cute you are.

You get some food on the fork, making sure to get every bit that he needs to taste at the same time before bringing it up to his mouth. He opens his mouth and lets you feed him.

"Mmm!" he exclaims, bringing a hand up to his mouth as he chews, his eyes growing wide. He grabs a napkin that you had in your hand and wipes his face, handing it back to you.

"So good right!" you grab the napkin and go to join Hyunjin in the front of the room. You plop down next to him and eat some more of the takeout, using the same napkin Seungmin had used to wipe your own face.

"You two are so cute," Hyunjin comments and you both look over at him in confusion.

Seungmin is confused because he knows Hyunjin knows how he feels about you. He had confessed to his friend on many occasions that he was absolutely infatuated with everything about you.

You are confused because you thought you were hiding your gigantic crush on Seungmin much better than you apparently were.

"Sharing stuff all the time. It's cute. You even have his hoodie on right now and he's using your pink water bottle that you left at the house," he comments and motions over to Seungmin as he takes a sip of water.

He was in fact using your favorite refillable water bottle and you were in fact wearing his hoodie. You smile and try to convince the blush rising to your face to go away.

"We're just being nice to each other, Hyunjin," Seungmin says and glances over at you to gauge your reaction. "Sharing is caring," he finishes.

You meet his gaze for a moment before turning to Hyunjin and shrugging.

"I like to share with him. It feels right because of how...close we are," you choose your words carefully and Seungmin turns around to start the music again, trying to hide the smile that was creeping onto his face.

"Can I actually have a sip of that water," you say across the room and Seungmin chuckles, rolling the bottle to you. You take a sip while he watches at you over his shoulder, a smirk on his lips. He shakes his head and presses play on the music.

I.N: feed each other

You are the acts of service type, at least when it comes to Jeongin. He is one of those people that you always feel like you need to take care of. He is perfectly capable of taking care of himself but as soon as he drops something or stumbles or complains about being hungry, you can't help but help him.

He is easy to baby for some reason and he doesn’t seem to mind when you do baby him. At least not as viscerally as he does when his bandmates do it.

"Innie, are you hungry?" You ask from your spot on the couch. He hums in response with a nod of his head, never taking his eyes off the game on the screen. You two have been playing a new game and you quickly got bored but he is still invested.

"Okay. I'm going to make some food," you reply and stand, making your way to the kitchen. You make a quick snack, something to hold you both over until dinner and return to sit with him.

You had settled on chocolate covered strawberries and whip cream. This was a favorite snack between the two of you to satisfy both of your sweet tooths.

"I got your favorite," you announce walking back in to the room and Jeongin glances over at your hands quickly to see what you brought.

"Ooo, good choice," he nods and turns back to the tv screen when he heard shots ringing into the air.

"Open wide," you let out as you dip a strawberry into some whip cream. He follows your order and you pop the strawberry into his mouth. Some whip cream gets on the side of his mouth and you waste no time, swiping it away with your thumb and licking the whip cream away from your finger.

He side eyes into your direction as you gently suck on his thumb and you can see his Adam's apple bop up and down. You take turns eating a strawberry then giving one to Jeongin for a little while before you get full.

"Ugh. I can't eat anymore or I won't be able to eat at that restaurant later," you confess and dip the last strawberry in chocolate, "Open," he obeys immediately and this time some of the chocolate gets on his bottom lip.

You reach your pointer finger out and push the drop of chocolate into his mouth, your finger gently meeting his tongue. He sucks the chocolate off and grabs your wrist, turning to face you.

"You're in dangerous territory, princess," he leans closer, his eyes darting to your lips then back to your eyes. He clears his throat and turns back to the game but you are stuck frozen in place because never have you ever had butterflies for your best friend until this very moment.

Or have you?

[iboatedhere]

I just read 'Savasana' 🧘‍♀️🐶 - and I loved it !! And now I'd like to send you a prompt for June, just like you asked. 😍 It were actually three wordings that piqued my interest, if you don't mind.

the smell of sunscreen + the warmth on your naked skin + sailboat

Maybe it'll fit and inspiration will strike !! Thank you. 🙏✨️

“I’ve decided to sue “The Daily Mirror.””

“Cool,” Alex says as he folds his arms behind his head. “Give me a few years, and I can represent you.”

“No,” Henry says, “you’re suing them with me. You’re a plaintiff, too.”

“Am I now?”

Henry heaves a sigh, and even though Alex’s eyes are closed behind his sunglasses, he knows how Henry is standing: hands on his hips, chin out, with a crease between his brows.

“They’re printing lies about you. About us. That photo is incredibly out of context, and I don’t know how you are just sitting here and taking it—.”

“Sweetheart,” Alex interrupts, pushing himself up on one elbow as he slides his sunglasses onto the top of his head. Henry is standing just as Alex had imagined, but now one foot is tapping impatiently against the boat's deck, a conflicting rhythm to the gentle waves slapping against the hull. “Everyone prints lies about us, weekly if not daily. If we sued everyone who did it, we’d never find time to live our lives. Plus, I’m not sitting here and taking it. I’m lying here.” He falls back and lowers his glasses. “On the deck of this beautiful sailing yacht you’ve rented, in the middle of Lake Como, and I’d really like it if you joined me.”

Henry’s foot taps three more times before he drops down onto the deck, not close enough to touch but close enough that Alex can feel the heat rolling off his bare skin.

Alex understands Henry’s anger because he knows exactly what photo he’s talking about.

Last night, they docked in Bellagio and ate dinner on a terrace with stunning views, fresh seafood, and an extensive wine menu.

They were a bit tipsy after, and the streets back to the docks were narrow and cobblestone, causing them to go single file at one point.

Henry, ever the gentleman, let Alex go first, and Alex, after three glasses of wine, had to concentrate on the sidewalk in front of him.

The photo sold to “The Mirror” was a split-second shot of Alex frowning and Henry walking behind him, making it look like they had a huge argument. Or at least that's how the tabloids are framing it.

A photo snapped a second earlier or later would show Alex’s hand in Henry’s and Henry’s face tipped down to whisper into Alex’s ear, a smile on both their faces.

But happiness doesn’t sell.

It sucks, but Alex isn’t going to let it ruin their vacation.

They’ve been on the lake for nearly two weeks now, practically a lifetime, considering they still live an ocean apart and only see each other in grainy FaceTime calls.

Alex knows they’re on borrowed time. Soon, The Crown will call Henry home under the guise of some bullshit Royal obligation, and Zahra will have an aneurysm when she sees another shirtless photo of Alex online, and they’ll be called back to their separate corners of the world.

For now, though, they have warm weather, clear water, and a completely private cabin on their sixty-foot sailer.

“C’mere,” Alex says, holding his arm out for Henry to fall into.

“You know we’re not really alone,” Henry says, eyes flitting to the coastline. Amy, Cash, and Henry’s personal security on nearby vessels can keep people from getting too close physically, but they’re helpless against telephoto lenses.

“I know. I guess we’ll have to be all over each other all the time so they don’t have a chance to say that we hate each other. What a hardship.”

Henry rolls his eyes but shifts to stretch out beside Alex, his head pillowed on his bicep.

Alex turns and kisses Henry's forehead, breathing in sweat and the sweet coconut scent of his sunscreen. Henry’s gone from pale to burnt to peeling to a deep golden, like one of the sculptures they danced around at the V&A.

“It just feels like an act,” Henry starts, his fingers playing with the key on Alex’s chest. “Not that I don’t love this—but to be on every second of every day, being afraid of what will be said about you if the truth slips through…I thought I left that life. I’m still in it.”

“I get that,” Alex says, counting the freckles across Henry’s nose. “But you’re not alone in it anymore. I’m right here.”

“Thank goodness for that,” Henry says, his lips brushing Alex’s bare shoulder. “And I do suppose you have a point.”

He pushes himself up and over Alex, catching his mouth in a kiss and tasting the sun in his smile.

[icedfini-tea]

•Imagine, Idol!reader thats also a pirate, their crew is basically their whole staff( /first fan base) and their right hand man as their manager. Reason why they became a pirate in the first place is that they just go wherever they want to have a concert and just…trespass, even tho they can just get a permit, but wheres the thrill in that?

•Idol!reader has a huge fanbase since they go around the seas to perform. Their concerts in the East blue is more tame since most of the fans there are teenagers and kids alike while on the North blue,,, theres no limit of what a performer can do ;). (South and West blue are one the middle)

•Sometimes they do collabs with other artists/musicians, like uta. When the announcement of their collab got announced and spread world wide, not even a day, almost all of the people celebrated (esp their die hard fans) in joy since- hello?? Two of the infamous idols are gonna do a music together and perform!

•The concerts of theirs is randomly vogue. since they don’t give schedules or any heads up to the people. the most they can do is give a singular clue to their fans and the rest is for them to solve (cause of the marines), Its like an investigation of when and where their next concert will be. If you got the info’s right then enjoy the show! If not then better luck next time ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ .

•Since they have a high bounty, the marines always keep track of them whenever they left a clue, sometimes they would be right and crash the show (just like how they crashes soul king’s performance) but most of the time,,,, not so much, since they’re cheeky like that.

•They have their own light sticks and merch like those kpop groups. Fans can collect photo cards (some are limited), keychains, stickers, pins, etc. reason why they have the budget of effects and other stuff.

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“Holy shit man, i cant believe we got to see them in live!” “Damn theres so many people here” “The code they gave for this concert is confusing as shit but i still managed to crack it!” “Your sacrifice for sleep will not be in vain brother”

as more people came to the venue to watch others kept chatting amongst themselves waiting for the performance to start.

Meanwhile a ship with a lion’s head approached an island, the sound of many voices chattering captivated the crew’s attention. Luffy, always one to follow his instincts, leaped to his feet, his eyes alight with curiosity.

"Hey, what's that sound?" he exclaimed, pointing toward the shore.

Nami, peered through her binoculars and grinned. "Looks like there's a concert happening on the island. Let's check it out!"

Excited at the prospect of new entertainment, the Straw Hats disembarked onto the lively island. Crowds of people gathered around a grand stage, where colorful lights danced to the rhythm of the music. The source of the beginning melody stood at the center of the stage, captivating the audience with their captivating voice and mesmerizing performance. The crowd roared with excitement as the show progressed.

“Oh my, how lucky we are to watch their live performance” The woman chuckled

“huh? What do you mean about that robin?” The reindeer tugged the woman’s hand, Robin then looked down at chopper

“ A legend among the seas, whose fame transcended oceans and boundaries. With their captivating charisma and unmatched talent, she held sway over the hearts of both pirates and civilians alike.” She then looked back at the stage seing the idol perform.

“Their voice carried the weight of countless adventures, each note resonating with the spirit of freedom and adventure.” As her story ended, the rest of the straw hats that were listening to her went back to the idol singing.

“YOHOHOHO, i couldnt believe i get to meet the infamous idol so soon!”

“Seems like it’s our lucky day!- wait where’s sanji?-“ ussop then looked around when suddenly

“LOVELY IDOL-CHAAAAAAAAAN~~~” popped out of nowhere holding two light sticks on each hand and a whole bag of merchandize in his back

“WHERE- AND HOW DID YOU EVEN MANAGE TO GET ALL THAT STUFF-“ ussop screached

“WOW! THIS CONCERT IS VERY SUUUUPEEEERRR!” As franky did his usual pose

“WAAAAH! LOOK AT ALL THOSE LIGHTS AND CONFETTIS!” chopper looked around amazed

“ tch, its theres too many people here..” zoro grumbled

“Well what do you expect from a very famous idol” nami smiled watching the performance

“We couldn’t go back now since theres too many people blocking the way, so lets just enjoy the show” jimbe chuckled abit at zoro

“Then ill make a way” before he pulls out one of his sword he then got bonked

“ARE YOU THAT HARD HEADED!?” Yelled nami and sanji at the same time

As the crew kept chatting/bickering while watching the performance, Luffy couldn’t help but wonder why the idol performing looks someone familiar he met before his adventure to be the pirate king. But in the end he just shrugged it off and continue enjoying the lively atmosphere of the concert with his crew.

[agroupiewhore]

Hi everyone,

Here is my newest imagine with Matías Recalt, can't really think of any warnings besides making out etc (PG-13). I love the LSDLN fandom so much.

I apologise for any mistakes in my writing or grammar (I left school at 16 to go and work in a coffee shop where I didn't really need to do much penmanship and I was never good at English) I really want this to be perfect as I love writing and haven't in ages. Please leave me comments/ questions/ concerns and ofcourse constructive criticism. If people do like this alot and maybe want a part 2 I'd consider it, I am not sure but I do know I am enjoying writing again.

Sorry for the long introduction.

🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊

The Beach Run

"It's getting kind of late don't you think?" You rolled over onto your front and sat up onto your knees. "We should probably get back". Matías propped himself up onto his elbows and admired you.

"Sorry, what were you saying? There's a goddess in front of me, so it's a little hard to pay attention right now" he said, smirking.

"O my god." You laughed and blushed hard. Thank god it was getting dark. "You are another level you know?"

"Oh I know." He smirked again, sitting up and kissing you gently. "So what's it like being down here with us mere mortals?"

"Matías, please mi amor." You said kissing his soft cheeks. "It's getting dark, come on".

"Are you scared of the dark?" He asked, staring up at you with his dark eyes.

"Ofcourse not!" You replied, brushing some sand off yourself. You leaned forward to grab a few of the empty beer bottles around your towel. Matías admired you and fiddled with his ring.

"Babe, I have an idea." He said, smiling. "Please, it's a good one this time."

You laughed.

"I hope so." You replied, stroking his cheek. His last great date idea was to play sandwich roulette. It essentially involved choosing any random ingredients and food you two could find in the kitchen and throwing it into a sandwich. You didn't think you'd ever be able to get the taste of lettuce, mustard and onion out of your mouth. Even his cat didn't want any of the leftovers.

"No it really is this time, I promise." He smiled and kissed your neck. How could you resist? His smile was infectious.

"Okay, okay, tell me what we're gonna do." You said.

"Well ,first, we can tidy and all, so we're ready to head back as soon as we can." He said, putting some of the leftover food back into the picnic basket. You assisted in tidying and soon were all packed up.

"Now what?" You asked as you looked over at him. Matías said nothing as he got up to his feet and began undressing.

"No way! No, someone might see us." You said, admiring your perfect boyfriend. "Babe?!"

"No one is going to see us ,and it's pitch black anyway, so come on." He answered leaning down to kiss you tenderly. "I'll keep you safe, I promise." You pondered his request for a moment before smiling and taking off your bikini. Thank god it was pitch black so no one could see how hard you were blushing. You giggled as his long eyelashes tickled your face. He pulled away, took your hand and kissed it.

"Let's go swimming!" He said, and he took off in the direction of the sea.

"Matías! Matías!" You cried, holding onto his hand for dear life. "We can't do this, oh my god!" You laughed at the ridiculousness of it all. The two of you naked in the sea splashing each other. This was the level of joy you wanted to feel for the rest of your life. You could just about make out his silhouette in the darkness. The sea wasn't particularly cold, thankfully, and the two of you continued your water fight and swam a little bit of the way out. You embraced one another and began making out in the middle of the ocean.

"You are so perfect." Matías said, as he pushed some strands of wet hair out of your face. He touched your silver pendant, which he had given you as a gift before going off to film. He had a matching one also, and both of you had made a promise to never take it off. Whilst he was filming, it was hard to not miss him or feel alone at times despite the video calls and how often he messaged you. You had both agreed that when you both couldn't take the loneliness, all you had to do was hold onto the pendemant, squeeze it tightly, and think of being together.

"I love you so much." You said as you stroked his cheek with your thumb. "Te amo mucho."

"Que hermosa." He whispered back as he pressed tiny kisses on your neck. You remained enveloped in one another's pure adoration in the ocean for sometime.

"Well... we should probably get back... maybe." You giggled. "You're going to be all salty!" Matías kissed the tip of your nose.

"Race you!" He cried out before starting to front crawl back to the shore "Loser does the dishes!"

"O my god, you asshole!" You cried out before swimming after him. Naturally, he won thanks to his headstart.

"Going to make sure we cook the absolute messiest dinner tomorrow, babe." He said, smiling as he took your hand in his.

"Yeah, yeah." You replied shaking your head and rolling your eyes. It was impossible not to adore his shit eating grin. You lightly nudged him.

"Erm... babe." Matías said, looking out at the sand "Where's our stuff?" You looked up across the beach, when you had run into the ocean it obviously hadn't been in a straight line, and then swimming out and being pushed by the tide had led you back to a different spot.

"A good idea, huh?" You said, looking at him then promptly bursting out laughing. He blushed slightly and began laughing as well.

"I promise you can pick every date activity from now on." He said, laughing harder.

"This is still better than sandwich roulette." You answered as the two of you began walking in what you hoped was the right direction.

[stitcherofchaos]

Maglor is an ISFJ

I haven't known any ISFJs in my life so this will be completely unbiased (also be against stereotypes, both negative and positive). There is also a note to be said that we do not know everything about Maglor's reasons or personal thoughts in the beginning of the book; personally, I think that alone is proof for this theory.

Dom Si users are strongly loyal to the past, including patterns, people, and/or ideas they recognize and are comfortable with. It may seem boring, but to them it's about consistency and familiarity.

Maglor's Si takes form in literally everything he does from the start. Following his family in their beliefs and actions, he doesn't question anything and submits to the leader of his family. First being Feanor, which is probably why he swore the oath and assisted in the burning of the ships from the beginning, then followed Maedhros after their father died. Maglor also was the artist behind the Noldolante which is a lament of The Doom of The Noldor and The First Kinslaying (Si memories of the past).

Then there is Fe which means you are more empathetic and considerate of the thoughts and feelings of others; but this does not mean you don't have your own thoughts or feelings. It means that you have a strong instinct about what is going on (or what is going to happen) due to the patterns of people you observe around you. This Fe is perhaps a strong influence to his decisions in the start of the story but especially in the middle when he slays Uldor. He figures out the intentions of Uldor before he could kill Maedhros and killed the traitor himself.

Ti is an utility function. It takes in information and seeks for the truth in difficult situations and/or questions. This is his third function so it's mostly ignored in favor of the top two functions but Maglor begins to use it at the end of the book when he starts to become weary and sorrowful.

Examples: He sees the star of Earendil, and hope sparks in his heart, because he figures out it's better there then in Middle Earth where evil can touch it. He argues with Maedhros his point of hope and possible redemption but submits to Maedhros's will due to his first function against his analytical judgment. Not only does he throws the Silmaril into the ocean due to the pain (spiritual, physical, and mental) he feels holding it, but also due to the confirmation that he has become a monster and the oath, the quest, his accomplishments in Middle Earth, were all for naught.

The rarely used Ne is in this picture. The last function is usually not used often so I believe wholeheartedly that Maglor uses his Ne mostly in regards to his songs- this is because the last function is usually used in short periods of times of inspiration and innovation. Then Elrond and Elros came into the picture and, unexpectedly, his Ne gives him the idea, "You can raise them, you had six brothers! You can do it! Who else do they have?"

Like I said in my Maedhros post, I don't like matching up personality traits with the stereotypical traits of each type. If I made any mistakes in this analysis, please correct me or add onto this as a reblog! If you have any character/mbti type ideas you want me to analyze, I'll be more than happy to!

[mysteriesmuse]

🎵🎶And the Haters Gonna Hate, hate, hate, hate, hate. But the Heroes Gonna Train, train, train, train, train. Baby I’m just trying to chill, for real.

—————

You could not find any reason to be bothered by school or work on this vacation however, your childhood friends could not seem to share in that sentiment with you . . . ———

you were busy lounging on deck, sipping a mimosa while the boys did laps around the boat. the constant splashing and competitive bickering completely manageable with your drink and book in hand. Mr. Bakugou also stood out on deck grilling up the mornings catch for lunch. His own little handheld radio out beside him as he watched the sizzling smoke and drippings of the fish. except either the radio was getting softer or the bickering and splashing was getting a lot-

“This is pretty fucking brillant, Deku. We can brawl out here no problem!” “Brawl?! Kacchan,”

boom. “ this is supposed to be routine sparing!” whoosh. “Hah? Fine. I’ll still beat you though! Land, air, or water!” Boom. Boom. Crack. Whooshing. Snap.

Masaru sighed, turning up the volume of the radio.

you hummed along to his exasperated sentiment. Focusing on trying not to let their fight distract you - you were just getting into the good part! Izuku and Katsuki fought each other like something straight out of a comic book. Katsuki’s glittering orange palms and Izuku’s glowing green tendrils as the two clashed in the sky. eventually plummeting back down into the ocean with a splash so violent that you and Mr. Bakugou nearly jumped out of your skin. Salty pellets of water misting down from the sky and creating that misty rainbow from the childhood garden hose. The two of you locked eyes before reoccupying yourself with your previous tasks. The slaps of wet feet approaching as they climbed back onto the deck of the ship. the drippings started splashing onto your page- gosh darn it! you were in the middle of the climax! You hastily tried waving them off with your freehand. “you better acknowledge them y/n. Stubborn as you kids all are, they’re just gonna keep crowding around you like that until you’re all drenched.” you groaned and shut your eyes. Uncle Masaru was right. “Fine. What do you two want?” “well we wanted to lift some weight.” Katsuki. you turned another page, “so? Go ahead, you won’t bother me one bit. As long as you do it over there,” you pointed, “so you don’t keep getting me wet.” “Y/N, but we need something to lift.” Izuku this time.

you groaned, slotting your finger between the pages as you turned to look at them. Wet hair brushed back to reveal their foreheads. A rare sight for Katsuki. A distinctly familiar look in both their eyes. Your eyes flashed between their faces, “aaaannd what does that have to do with me?” you huffed. A boyish grin spread across both of their faces. “Senior, you’re the perfect weight.” Katsuki chipped, Izuku nodding along enthusiastically. “I’m sorry, what?” Izuku beamed holding his hands together as he begged you with his puppy dog eyes, “Come on N/N, it’ll just be some push-ups-“

“- and dead lifts” Katsuki interjected. “-and you can even continue reading your book! We just need you to sit on our backs.” Katsuki added again, “actually, I need you to stay like a log. Don’t think y’can read on that one.” your mouth dropped as you stared them down. Okay, so this was real. You threw your hands up, “Of course, who brings weights onto a houseboat in the middle of the ocean when you have a perfectly good childhood friend to use.” “and- hey wait a minute don’t you have each other?” Kacchan groaned as Izuku answered, “well it doesn’t work that way because the other person does their abs and we flip off so we’re getting it done together, but not at the same time-“ Kacchan leaned down into your face, with a lopsided smirk, “Y/N if you don’t get up and put that book down I’m gonna pick you up right now and change gears to doing cardio because I’m gonna tickle you. Do y’er understand?” Izuku leapt to your defense, “Wait! You said we wouldn’t force her by tickling!” “ohhhh we always force her by tickling -“

That was enough incentive for you to leap out of your chair and attempt to make a head start and run away . . . you wriggled and wheezed in Katsukis arm as he held you up in the air with only one arm. Mercilessly holding up his other hand to your side, “wait, waaait. No, no, no!”

He chuckled, “what’d ya’ think you gonna do? Outrun two pro heroes? Tch- not so smart college girl. Sick her, Izuku.” Panic flared through your body as Izuku kneeled on the ground next to your kicking legs. They were gonna get two of your tickle spots at once, your tummy and the underside of your feet. Evil boys. “No. Please!” you wheezed wriggling against the single arm python around your torso. His fingers fluttering against every soft spot of your body, wiggling his nose into the crook of your neck as you shove against his hold. “I don’t know Y/N this works pretty well! Kacchan and I can swap out too.” Suddenly your ankle was caught and you gasped. An BIG mistake because the second you did that wet lips latched onto your neck blowing raspberries into your sensitive spot and more feather touches crawled their way from the bottom of your foot to behind your knee. Katsuki somehow found the oxygen to yell as his head came up between a sloppy and slobbery assault on your neck, “fucking brillant.”

[yewsoup]

Matter in the Moment (Even if it's nothing to the Expanse)

Words: 754

Two bros meet up late at night. Talk about what ifs. And shove eachother into the ocean when they think the other is being an idiot.

Can also be read Here on Ao3!

They find eachother late at night. Or- well. Flash finds Green Lantern, late at night. Plopping down next to him to stare out at the water surrounding the Hall of Justice.

Neither makes their usual witty remarks. Picking up on each-other’s solemn moods after the events of the day before. (Neither of them had managed to sleep. That’s why they were out here, staring out at the water together. Like it holds all the answers. When really, it mainly holds Aquaman, and Atlantis.)

"That was a really close fight." Hal says, suddenly, to The Flash. (To his good friend Barry.) "We almost didn't make it out of that one."

"But we did." Flash- Barry- says. Simple and to the point. Absolutely certain of it. Because they did.

"We could have died." He returns. Trying to process the trauma. Pound it through his skull and make it make sense to him. At least for a moment." That laser almost took your head off."

"But it didn't. We're okay. We live to fight another day." And between the seconds, the speedster snickers to himself at the rhyme, despite the dour mood. The dour subject.

"What if it had? What if you'd died right then and there?"

Barry grins and elbows him. Trying for cheer. (He fails. Something else creeping into his voice.) "At least it would've been quick."

"But we'd have lost you."

They would have. But Barry was fast enough to dodge it. He's always fast enough. That’s the whole point of being the fastest man alive.

But he doesn’t say that. Because he worries, sometimes, about not being fast enough.

"You would have." He says instead. Agreeing. Indulging the hypothetical. And he stares into something... else. As he continues. "But that's part of the risks of being a hero. And I think you'd be able to live without me."

(Hal's uncertainty eases in the face of that certainty only Barry can truly hold. Even as the speedster's eyes gaze as something his can't.)

"Oh?" The man says, taking on a lighter tone. Because he’s noticed his friend staring out into something other than the depths of the ocean. Despite the fact his gaze hasn’t moved at all. "You think, do you? Didn't know there was a clock ticking away inside that helmet of yours."

Barry scowls and swats at him. Shifting away from it slightly. But it doesn't fully pull him out of the drift he's fallen into. "Yeah I do think!” He bites back, more there for a moment. Before it pulls back. And his gaze drifts back to the else. “Because you guys are strong. And you'd have each-other. It's not like our time together isn't... isn't just a blip on the cosmic scale." There it is.

"Yeah, and I'm just a blip out in space.” Hal bites back. Understanding of the feeling of being small in a vast nothingness. “That doesn't mean what we do doesn't effect other people. Doesn't matter."

"Only in our time.” The speedster insists. “We'll be forgotten eventually, after we die. And everyone dies eventually.”

Hal huffs at him. "So? We still mean something in the moment, and that's what matters, isn't it?"

But Barry's still staring out into absolutely nothing. So Hal sighs, shaking his head. "And you call me space case." Before shoving Barry off the ledge, into the water. Making the speedster yelp and swear at him as he scrambles back out of the water. Threatening to drag him out to the middle of the ocean and leave him there. As they both know he could, but would never do.

So the man just smiles a cheeky grin and offers his friend a hand back up onto land. "Got you out of it, didn't it?" Because he knows it did, with the way Barry’s eyes are focused on him. Glaring and stuck in the present.

Barry’s gaze softens as he sighs at Hal, fond. "...Yeah. Yeah it did. Thanks."

“No problem buddy.” He does the same when Hal starts thinking about space too hard, after all. “Besides, it’s fun to shove you in the water!” Earning his own shove- done slow enough he can at least try to dodge it- into the water.

The speedster has the audacity to laugh at him when he sputters. But he returns the favour of a hand up. Before he shakes himself off like a dog and suggests they go get food.

Hal, like a sap, agrees. Both hungry and eager to take their minds off what happened.

[doodlesbf]

Since the doodle I did on siren hesper still in my mind let me write this short story on it

Hesper belongs to @thesoftieanon

Chapter 1

The small child follow their step father to the decks since he order them to follow him there or they'll be punish. Once the two get to the decks the step father see his boat and get on as the child carefully climb in the boat in order not to get hurt as the step father friend is sleeping on the captain chair til the step father slap his friend boot off the wheel in results wake the sleeping friend up.

The child sit down and hold onto the boat rope that's around so they don't end up in the water while the boat moving and look around to see the other boats,ships with people til it starts to be less and less til their in the middle of the ocean as the two men throw in their nets traps and start they normal day of collect fishes and the child help out by carefully take out the fishes that may have been left behind in the net to put them in the boat tank while it was peaceful minus for the step father barking of orders or cursing the poor child on being in the way til one of the net trap warning bell make sounds making the step father growl in angry.

Step father: damn sharks! Fucking around with the fishes again.

The step father and his friend each grab a level and pull it up to activate the device to pulling the net traps all at once and the two waited ans watch til the water surface suddenly splashing so violently. The violently splashing moved around and that almost break the device if the step father didn't grab a hooker that's long to hook it on the first net trap to forcefully pull it close and then the step father jump back away as a web wet claw hand shot out through the net trap as a unnatural sounds coming from inside the net trap as water is pouring out and some of the fishes did get out the net trap but the three stop to see for themselves a siren and she angrily thrashing and trying to get out the net trap but thanks to the net material tie her more and more making moving around harder to move even press up against her gills making the siren have difficult breathing.

The two adults males panicking to see a siren out in the daytime and never seen one like this one up close and survived to live to tell the tale.

Step father: get my gun Billy, I'm going kill this siren before she can kill us.

Billy the step father friend shake his head no.

Billy: kill it? Are you stupid if you kill it and it's mate find her. Then we both be deadbeat. Plus siren are worth a lots of money.

The child look to see their step friend and his friend argument about the siren but the child seeing the siren grow weak amd weaker due to stay out the water and the net material is pressing more and more against her gills that the child see Billy's hunting knife and quietly grab it and walk to were the siren is avoid to being seen and climb up the device were the net trap main rope is to all the traps and as the two man see the now child ontop of the device and cut the rope making the net traps fall into the water. The two ran to try stop the child but is too late and seeing their hard work gone even the siren the child smile to have help save the siren but suddenly get slap hard on the cheek that they end up on the floor then the child sit up, place a hand on their red cheek to look to see what hit them but they feel fear to see their step father and the look he was giving that the child knew that their in deep trouble but see him turn around to go to the wheel while he told his friend to pack up and the child see how the man tense up that the child quickly get on their own two feet to pack up the mess as the man bring in the net traps so they can all leave the area as quickly as possible. While the boat move to go back to the mainland in the distance the siren from before peek out the water as she watch the boat head to the mainland, siren dives back under the water so she can follow but stay unattracted by the land walkers.

The child get off the boat once on the deck and the step father friend tie the boat rope to the deck pole then leaves quickly to avoid the step father. The child see their step father walk off the boat and start walking clearly going home and the child follow close but not too close in case he's still mad. The child home path is simple, they walk through the small town and cut to the woods were they both live but just when they let the town and the woods is infront of them. The child was going to fix their arm sleeve til they see their step father turn to them that they stop what their doing to ready themselves for his harsh abuse maybe a few hits but nothing and they were going to open their mouth to ask-

*STAB*

The child froze and felt a cold object and they look down to see that the step father use the knife that was on the boat and its through the child shirt to were the their guts is and they watch him pull the knife out as the child gasp grip onto their stab wound and fell to their knees in complete pain and fear but they gasp out a breath to feel a rough kick to their left side and they end up on their right side on the earthly ground.

Step father: you know that you shouldn't disorder to me, who feed you, cloth you, took ya pathetic and worthless life ans this is what I get?!

Child: i-im sorry-

The step father grab roughly the child hair to forcefully them up to face the step father who have a cold and emotionless face to the child. The child grow more and more in fear and couldn't let out a sound as the step father put the knife away and throw a punch to the child to start his beating but this time he isn't going let them run away this time he even when so far to use his knife to take away the child sight leaving the poor child blind for life but lucky for the child they're unconscious during all this do to the pain.

The step father pick up the unconscious child to walk to the river to throw their beaten and unconscious in the water and he turn to go leave but his body frozen to hear singing?? But it's coming from behind him and he turn and felt cold to see the same siren from the open ocean and she look very angry for some reason.

The siren hold the unconscious wet blind child in her arms but more close to the shore to lay the child down on the sand yet the siren is still singing making the step father walk slowly to the water and he couldn't stop he took each step in the water as the siren sing is hunting beautiful but deadly as she reach out to grab him drag him under the water so she can tear him apart slowly while drowning this evil man alive as on the water surface the man guts and pieces of flesh and clothes floating as a mershark arrived to the river to see siren killing a human and he sign.

Hesper, what in the world are you doing and so close to a human town too?

Hesper snap her Jaws shut and let the dead man sink to the water sand below her as she glare to the corpse then look to her mate and sign.

Hesper: time.....please don't tell my mother..

Time gives hesper a look but let her explain herself but see her swin up to the surface to be close to the sand that time panicking swim after her to not let her beach herself but once his head out the water the smell of blood hit his nose and see hesper pull a small child into her arms with so much care and gentleness that time move closer to see why she like this but what he seeing he wish he was the one to kill that human man.

The child have a stab wound, black, purple bruises but their head is bloody and hard to see were the injure is. Time reach his hand out gently to wipe the blood off the unconscious child face and is more gentle around the child eyes are and the two stop dead in their tracks to see that their eyes is were the blood is coming from but the way the injury is clearly that this child will be blind for life.

Time shaking and start to growl but he felt hesper lightly bump him to stop him from going bloodthirsty and time stop and look to hesper.

Hesper: I'm keeping them and that's final.

Time: were will you be-

Hesper: I'll go to my hiding spot since they in no condition to move and safe from here.

Hesper say with a hiss and held her baby that she clearly adopted and use her magic to let the sleeping chd breath underwater and hesper swim off as time dive under to start collecting seaweeds and other materials since the child will be recovering from their injury but there's one problem for time....how the hell is he going to tell the chain??? And the fact he have a small scent of human on him too.. might as well tell them the truth then just hope the chain won't go crazy on the news that he's a father to a human child that his mate adopted but he isn't against it ether.

[onlyswan]

i am SO SORRY for how long this message will be

dearest art,

please forgive me i’m literally just copying and pasting my thoughts about dreamboat part 2 from my rb tags (from my other account) so !! i just cant stop thinking about it and you deserve all the compliments in the world.

while reading i was just thinking about how the phrase in another life is one of the most cruel things to exist. everything you could’ve been, and all these versions of you exist; but you’ll probably never meet.

“in another life i would have really liked just doing laundry and taxes with you”

“in another universe we’re sitting across from each other at the kitchen table, writing a grocery list”

i also immediately thought of taylor swift’s songs cardigan & peter!! especially these lyrics and how they parallel each other:

tried to change the ending, peter losing wendy // forgive me peter, my lost fearless leader

i knew i’d curse you for the longest time, chasing shadows in the grocery line // forgive me peter, please know that i tried; to hold onto the days when you were mine

- the goddess of timing, once found us beguiling (from peter) THIS ONE RIGHT HERE!!!!

here are all the lyrics from cardigan that encapsulate the feelings i had while reading:

- i knew you’d linger like a tattoo kiss; i knew you’d haunt all of my what-ifs, the smell of smoke would hang around this long

- playing hide-and-seek, and giving me your weekends

- your heartbeat on the High Line, once in twenty lifetimes

- you drew stars around my scars, but now im bleeding

i could literally talk about the song peter and how a majority of the lyrics fit so well with the dreamboat characters:

- and sometimes it gets me, when crossing your jet stream; we both did the best we could do underneath the same moon, in different galaxies

- cause love’s never lost when perspective is earned

- promises oceans-deep, but never to keep

if the timing was right, if life didn’t cast its cruelties. nothing is more devastating than knowing you’ve found the right person, but the timing was just never right; its out of your reach now. all those what-ifs that haunt in the middle of the night. i hope whatever happens to dreamboat jungkook and oc, that its kind and they can finally, one day, be at peace.

now im just rambling and projecting but to give you the tldr: rip my heart out why don’t you lol. but in all sincerity, this was so beautifully written and such a bittersweet story that i will be thinking about for a long time. as always, tysm for sharing your gift with us all, its a privilege and honour to see <3

sending you all my love!! 🌱💌✨

my heart is bursting and i want to squeeze you in the biggest bear hug😭🫂❤️

“in another life” “in another universe” were invented by hopeless but hopeful lovers in my head </3 the way it speaks of regret and/or longing that can only be cured by imagining themselves across time and space 😭 so gutwrenching and cruel truly. the second example!!!! </3 they could’ve been that

okay so i finally listened to peter and you said were gonna grow up and you were gonna come find me + i won’t confess that i waited but i let the lamp burn 🥲 really hit me hard along with the ones you shared. except dreamboat!jk was told not to wait and well…

i hope whatever happens to dreamboat jungkook and oc, that its kind and they can finally, one day, be at peace.

crying like a baby </3 they deserve the absolute best in life and i hope life could be gentler with them truly

🥹🥹🥹 and i’m so grateful to all of you for dedicating your precious time to reading my works. it makes me so happy and so honored. love you to bits and pieces!! 💖🔐

[finleycannotdraw]

since a lot of you have expressed interest about my decisions in this piece, I have returned to address them! I can’t promise that this is a comprehensive list of all of my ideas, because I am one man with adhd and I came up with the composition for this painting last year, but I’ll at least explain a good chunk of them!

Advance warning: this got Very long and Very meta! Read at your own risk<3

I’ll begin with the color scheme. There’s a lot of blues, purples, reds, oranges, and yellows in here, and it’s mostly absent of (ironically, knowing me) green. This was mostly just to stick with the color scheme of the album cover, which is a lot of purple and orange.

Hands

The hands represent the unity of the blues/purples and reds/oranges/yellows, and the different scenes I utilized to portray them. They also represent the duality of the relationships we witness in so many of the songs on the album: sweet vs cynical in fair, marbles, and battle cries specifically, as well as calm vs violent as represented by that unwanted animal and wild blue yonder, and I intentionally made it seem as though the orange hand was holding onto the blue hand visibly tighter than the blue was holding onto the orange.

They were also meant to represent “hold me, lover, like you used to / so tight I’d bruise you”, which is one of my favorite lyrics because of the nature of the action ([I want YOU to] hold ME so tight[ly that] I’D bruise YOU (TOO!)) in that there is nothing undamaged in this relationship at all. It’s fire and water, and everything that entails.

Last thing on the hands: the way they’re oriented, in the middle of the frame and positioned vertically, is meant to illustrate the idea that they’re caught in the middle, even as they try to pull each other in opposite directions.

I wanted to even hint at the possible darkness in the lyric “it’s not fair how much I love you”, because that song is the sweetest song ever and I love it with my entire heart, but a lyric like that can easily be twisted, especially in the context of the rest of the album! “It’s not fair that I love you so much while loving you puts my heart in danger”—be it metaphorical danger, such as emotional vulnerability “and I sink to the floor, what’s the point anymore / and you, you reply, with a glint in your eye, singing / I don’t know, but I’m here, oh dear god dear heart don’t cry” in marbles, and lyrics like “the plates they smash like waves” and “can’t you hear it scratching” and “every brick you threw”, which might be metaphorical but illustrate more literal expressions of danger, which is why both hands have bloody fingers even though they’re holding on for dear life. The colors and the hands represent the love (real, messy, scary) and what brings it to ruin (loss of control, uncharted and separate, conflicting growth)—the horror and the wild. :)

Blue Scene

The top of the piece has the moon with red stitches over it, mountains that become waves, broken plates, a clock, and what was supposed to be a single red rain boot before I gave up. The stitches represent the rockrose and the thistle, and I chose red to tie in the bottom half of the piece and also to reference the red string of fate! The plates in the ocean is “and the plates, they smash like waves” from that unwanted animal, and the broken clock is to represent the theme of time that has passed, time that was wasted, and better times that you can’t get back, as well as “and I am time itself”. The broken pieces of the plates and the clock are also meant to look like sheets of paper.

The whole scene has a lot of elements of the horror and the wild (song), including the moon and stars tying to “you watch the stars hurl all their fundaments in wonderment at you and yours”, and the pages to “you are the space that’s in between every page every chord and every screen”. The rain boot is, of course, a reference to welly boots and the pair the child lost at the beginning of the song!

Scars and Flowers

The middle isn’t really a scene so much as it’s a frame for the hands, but I added some bloody scars/wounds with flowers growing out of them. They were mainly supposed to represent wild blue yonder and that unwanted animal—“hide under the covers, we don’t know what’s out there (could be ghosts or monsters or a robot vampire)” and “can’t you hear that scratching” in both songs, but specifically the narrative of something dangerous and unknown, but immovably real, in that unwanted animal. Wild blue yonder illustrates the fear of the unknown and the potential it has, but that unwanted animal features an entirely tangible threat. It doesn’t matter if it’s a metaphor for love or for abuse or for anything else—the song frames it as a living, dangerous, real thing—something capable of inflicting wounds.

I decided to put flowers growing out of the wounds, some of them bleeding themselves, because of (once again) the duality in the kind of love the album discusses. There is so much pain in this album— “how could you leave me here, you scream, and louder i’ll scream back to you from that unknown, and say ‘I know you’re strong enough to do this on your own’”, “take a good long look at what you’ve all done to me”, “give me back my heart, you wingless thing”, “hold me lover like you used to, so tight I’d bruise you”, “I promise you I’ll be better, I promise you I’ll try”, etc etc. There is SO MUCH PAIN here, and a lot of that pain is grief! But there is also, at the very core of it, so much love. Where’s that quote that said “what is grief if not love persevering?” because that is something I’ve always felt was at the core of, well, every single Amazing Devil song.

The flowers are there because of the lyrics like “that’s okay, cause now I get to meet you for the first time every single day” and “dear heart it’s me, it’s me, you don’t need to pretend to be someone you’re not” and “these lines aren’t wrinkles, dear heart, they’re just dollops of paint on a new work of art” and “i know the kindest thing is to never leave you alone” and all of the lyrics that show that love exists despite the pain, that things can grow despite the damage. (Which is another post about Ruin but ghhhh i don’t have TIME) (TOMORROW I’LL BE BRAVE. THINGS CAN GROW DESPITE THE DAMAGE.) anyway, moving on.

Red Scene

The bottom section of the piece is much more abstract than the top, and that’s mostly due to a composition decision I made in the last few days of working on this. The circles were originally supposed to be much more obviously marbles, but I needed to be more intentional about the color scheme and the rest of the composition of the piece in general, so I went abstract with it. They’re still circles, meant to be marbles, but now they’re also lights and fire as well, referencing the album cover (campfire and forest) and blending better with the rest of the scene.

The forest behind the campfire starts out as a bookshelf on the left side, with only two titles (I felt that more would be crowded and I could only think of two book references): Wiedzmin, or The Witcher, and the Book of Judith! The reference to the Witcher is, of course, “it’s like I’ve gone off to the coast, left you behind just standing there, pretending not to see your ghost / if only you could hear my voice, but you are screaming far too loud to hear me swear / just because I left doesn’t mean that I’m not still there”, while the Book of Judith reference is actually super fun, because of the lyric “you, you follow philosophies, but me, I laugh, I choke, well hello my hollow Holofernes, I wink but you don’t get the joke” in that unwanted animal!

Holofernes, in the Book of Judith, was an Assyrian general who invaded and destroyed many Jewish towns. He was seduced, tricked, and beheaded by a woman named Judith, and appears in one of Dante’s works, representing pride and its accompanying misery! I think this reference is super cool, considering the song itself. She’s going to destroy him, and his power/pride will make him miserable.

The campfire is also a reference to my personal view of battle cries, because it’s always felt like a nostalgic yet victorious tale that will end up being told around a campfire in the distant future. It’s hopeful and has room to be proud of how far you’ve come, without any of the heavy aspects of pride handled in that unwanted animal. Beyond that, though, it’s mostly just a calm addition to a hectic scene, and a reference to the album cover.

Thank you to anyone who read this far! If you have any further questions (which I highly doubt, but if anyone does, I’d be wildly impressed and also immensely flattered), don’t hesitate to send me an ask! I will talk about this band ALL DAY.

Also, stay tuned because I’ve started working on one of these for Love Run and am planning to do one for Ruin as well!

realized I entirely forgot to post this one!!

it took a lot longer than I thought it would (mostly because I took a couple-month-long break from working on it) but I finished it up last week! It abstractly represents most of the concepts, feelings, or imagery in the horror and the wild album. I’d be happy to describe my choices if anyone’s interested!

[captainjacklyn]

Azul Ashengrotto x Great White Shark!reader AU

Part 1 (which includes the request), and this is Part 2 of my azul ashengrotto x shark! Reader fanfic.

Wow I can't believe I'm making a whole fanfic with this AU which started off as a simple head canon to a whole fucking novel. Thank you to the one who requested the head canon and to anon who requested a scenario.

You guys are around middle school just so you are aware of the timeline.

Content & Warning(s) : This is pure angst and violence, as warnings we have fighting, blood & mentions of injuries/graphic violence, strong language, basically kids causing huge damage to each other. If you are sensitive to these kinds of topics please feel free to ignore. (the fact that I watched so many shark documentaries for this fic is unimaginable) Oh and the reader is a great white shark because the original hcs request was precisely asked for a great white. I'm sorry if you wanted to be a different kind but if you do not mind then enjoy.

The love story of a Shark and an Octopus Part 2 :

It had already been a few years since you two befriended each other, You both encountered a pair of moray eels who soon became your new companions spending time with azul and observing him studying his magic. You were truly happy to finally find people who weren't blood related to care for. Days went by and the bullying almost stopped with your presence around azul. But like I said, almost.

Due to your terrifying reputation as a white shark being the primordial predator of the seas. It would be unexpected to find someone who tried to mess with you, but unexpected never meant impossible. As you weren't the only deadly predator.

On that faithful day the leech twins were away so it was only going to be you and azul together. You and him were at his octopus pot simply having a chat together. You then had a sudden idea for a game leaving azul alone as you went to get the materials.

But when you came back, so much had happened and the horrid sight of your bestfriend getting beat up by a group of mermaids.

You dropped the seashells you were holding and speeded yourself towards them in anger, only to be slapped by another merman's tail. "[name]...!" azul who was getting held back by the others witnessed you getting slammed onto a coral reef nearby, making you bare your fangs from the impact.

"Ah ! So much for a white shark ! You were really overestimated [name] !" a cocky voice exclaimed as the others around him laughed, you opened your eyes to find an orca merfolk in front of you. A killer whale. You swinged your tail to hit him but he dodged and grabbed your hair to slam you back onto the rocks. Cutting you and making you bleed in the process, you had to admit he was about has big as you and the damage he inflicted was slowly making you lose consciousness. For some reason, his face was familiar to you.

"I think it's time I tell you who really is the boss around here, don't think I came all the way here just to eat your little octopus. Furthermore...I was waiting for this day my whole life, remember that mermaid who you caused this to ?" he lifted his tail slightly revealing a hideous scar tracing his fins. An extensive bite mark was placed there. No wonder he looked familiar, that boy was in your class when you were younger...Not only so but he was the one who worsen your reputation in the first place by provoking and making you lose your temper.

"Y-you...!" your words were faint but he understood that you started to reminisce him. "Hugo- !" at those words, Hugo smiled sadistically as he pushed you back onto the corals. "See ? You just needed a little shake to remember. You guys take care of the tako, this one's mine- !"

Hugo let go of your hair and grabbed you from both arms, slamming you once more and dragging you and practically wiping the ocean's depth with your body. You tried to fight back and bite him, even so your efforts were futile and he used his left hand to smash your head back onto the sand once more. Causing an enormous puddle of your own blood around the both of you.

He later on brought your head up with the hand he used to drag your face and used to other over your throat. Obliging you to look at azul receiving punches after punches, That was a grave mistake.

"OH YOU SON OF A-" you bit his arm to such capacity it broke his bone, making him let go of your body while hissing in pain. "You sly BITCH !" he yelled back and quickly pursued you. The other mermaids and mermen didn't notice your speedy arrival onto them as you lashed your tail onto the two mermaids who were holding azul and sent them flying to the water surface. You swam right after and grabbed one by the tail with your razor sharp teeth, ripping a huge chunk of their fin and overtaking the others.

Your power was truly underestimated when it came to regular merfolk. Overpowering all six in only a matter of seconds, azul was half awake on the sand when he saw you destroying each and every one of these bullies.

As you beat them all down, Hugo tackled your stomach and knocked the absolute wind out of you. "huff...huff...You asshole-" your stare on him was filled with rage as you panted and grabbed your throat, trying to steady yourself. "HOW ABOUT WE FINISH THIS LIKE WE STARTED !" you made a beeline for his own throat, smiling like an insane maniac. "FINE BY ME BITCH !"

End of part 2 click here to read part 3.