#(nobody asked for these but i wanted them. so here we are!)

[bbokicidal]

Who You Are | SKZ [B.C]

a new mini-series where I list some random head canons about the boys based on facts we know about them/can catch onto from media.

genre: fluff / tiny angst pairing: Bangchan x GN!Reader warnings: none

I just noticed there's some like. random facts/things the boys do/how they behave that aren't really talked about in fics on here so I'm doing a mini-series to fix that.

Chan | Lino | Changbin | Hyune | Jisung | Felix | Seungmin | Jeongin

Something more commonly known - This man is SUPER into hugs! Affection in general, but HUGS. Even if it's just hanging on you, he's always happy to be hugging you whether it's something casual and he's just holding on for fun - or if it's more intimate or even comforting. He just really, really likes having you in his arms whenever he can.

Please bake for him. Lix doesn't have a lot of free time these days so his baking duties go to you instead - especially when Chan is whining quietly to himself that the cookies he bought from the store are too hard for his liking. Make him soft cookies - the chocolate chip ones that are gooey, fall apart and melt on his tongue. He wants those types of cookies, please.~

His 'I need to be behind everyone so I can see where they're at' habit also goes for you as well. Whether you're with the group or on your own, Chan's always walking either right beside you or behind you. He loves holding your hand and being close to you of course but he almost prefers walking behind you sometimes because he can actually see you without having to turn his head or side eye you like he's judging whatever it is you're doing. He just needs to have you in his eyesight if you're out and about - who knows what could happen.

If you need something fixed - he's your guy! The boys have said before that Chan is a great mechanic when it comes to fixing wiring for electronics, if a TV or computer isn't working, even other household appliances. And when he's done fixing it all up, he'll organize the cords so that they're neat and aren't too tangled. He leaves it looking brand new every time, even if your television is almost 8 years old. (He gives it a little clean while he's there.)

Chan is wildly good at pretending that he isn't sick even if he is. Or, worse off, while he's injured. Sometimes he overdoes it while working out or maybe he just slipped up and dropped a weight or his wrist bent when he was boxing with Minho; Either way, he is too good at hiding the pain he's enduring. The only time he's open about it and vocalizes how much he's hurting is if it's something more severe; And even then you have to convince him to go in to get it looked at.

Man has a really hard time taking compliments. While you might think it's funny - the way he shies away from your words and gets pink in the cheeks - Chan finds it a little too much; Overwhelming, actually. He'll eventually ask you to maybe tone it down with the teasing, the over complimenting, etc - because while he does appreciate it all, it's just overstimulating for him. It makes his mind reel and whirl with thoughts of 'I need to continue being this accomplished because if I don't, I'll let them down.' and nobody likes having those thoughts plaguing their mind 24/7.

^ Instead of direct compliments that are detailed, i.e. "Chan, you looked so good today! Your hair looked incredible and the outfit you picked out was perfect!" - Chan would rather a simple, "You look really nice today." A simple, sweet acknowledgement of the effort he puts into things whether it be his work, outfits, dates, whatever - is plenty enough for him to feel praised and appreciated.

But while we're on the topic, he does get a little bit pouty if you don't acknowledge something he thought he put a lot of effort into. For example; There was a time he had picked out a new shirt just to match the one you wore for a little date-day he had planned for you and when you didn't notice, he got quiet and a pout settled on his lips until you asked him what was wrong.

The good news is, with this situation, Chan is extremely good at communication. He can tell you, without making you feel bad, that he feels a little unappreciated when you don't notice things he does either for you or with you - or even in general.

Chan also just loves feeling needed. He loves it when you seek him out for advice, to vent, or just to talk to. He thrives off of feeling like he is doing a service to people even if he's just sitting there and listening to you babble about something you got into recently and really like.

He is also quite the perfectionist. Not to the point of him needing to plan every little detail down to the T; But he does take everything into account especially if it has to do with his work. But -- this also applies to dates! He's going to plan your date as well as he absolutely can and he's going to do it in a way that almost prevents anything from going wrong.

That being said, he's also very respectful and willing to listen to anything you have to say, ever. Which means he's more than happy to hear you out with your own date ideas; You feed him your little date fantasies and in turn, he'll make them become your reality!

Chan's mood also determines the atmosphere most of the time. When he walks in the room and it's clear he's not having a great day, people tend to understand that it isn't a good time to pick on him or touch him. Most just give him space. You, though; You're one of the only people he'll ease up on if you come close or cuddle up to him. You're like a little exception.

Chan is a huge fan of Dreamcatcher! If he has the opportunity, he wants to go and see them - which is something you overhear while visiting the studio one day. You end up buying him a concert ticket as a birthday present, even though he probably could've gone for free being in the industry and all - but he highly appreciates it and is almost in tears with how much joy he feels when he sees the ticket. He can't help but ball up his fists and wave his hands around in excitement, eyeing the ticket so hard like he's afraid it'll disappear if he blinks or looks away.

Chan has a fascination and heavily enjoys - drones. He owns a few, or - use to - maybe just one now. Either way, he really enjoys getting to control them and watching them whip around when other people are in control instead. The first time he introduces you to his drone, which he has named (comment what you think he would name it), he insists you try to fly it on your own. When you're too nervous and afraid you'll break it, because it IS expensive, he waves off your worries and helps you control it with his hands laid over top of your own.

During a Trivia event held by the boys in Changbin & Hyunjin's apartment, Jeopardy style of course, Changbin asked a question in which contestants (you, Seungmin, & Jisung) had to name what program Chan uses for Producing. You ding the bell before Jisung has a chance - and Seungmin is completely clueless - and to Jisung's dismay, get the answer right. "Cubase!" Chan's eyes widen in surprise at your knowledge and though he isn't sure how you know that, he's flattered for some reason. Meanwhile, Jisung is clutching his hair in his hands and crying, "How do you even know that?!"

During one year for Christmas, Chan found himself being gifted with a brand new bottle of the Kilian "Back to Black" perfume. He instinctively turned to thank Jeongin, who grew confused as to why his Hyung was doting on him, before claiming he didn't gift that to him. Chan sits back deadpan and turns to look at you instead, where you're sitting next to Felix with a giggly grin. Chan knew you liked his cologne - he was well aware, as you were always huffing his scent when the two of you hugged - but he wasn't aware you knew the name of it. Unless you went snooping...

[zlut4rina]

Airplane mode

Storyline: On your way back home from your trip to the Bahamas, your girlfriend decided now would be the perfect time to use her bet winning prize.

Pairings: Nonidol!Giselle x Fem Reader

Warnings: Fingering, public sex, cum eating (?), little plot in this one.

Note: blonde giselle I miss u blonde giselle 💔🙏

Word count: 1.5k (it's short ik 💔, hardly proof read btw)

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After a quick week long get away with your girlfriend Giselle, it was time to head home. Packing your things and making your way to the plane which would be a 16 hour ride back home.

About 6 to 7 hours in, you and your girlfriend were enjoying your time together. Watching movies and shows you both enjoyed. Playing games while laughing amongst each other. Losing the track of time, due to being distracted by one another. Time flew by and honestly you didn’t want the trip to end, but all good things have that outcome sooner or later. That was until your girlfriend spoke: “Hey, remember that bet we had back at the air bnb?” She questioned looking over at you. You looked at her a bit confused before a huge smile formed on your face. “OH YEAA, you cheated me in that” you said crossing your arms. Giselle smiled at your antics before placing a hand on your thigh rubbing circles on you with her thumb.

“Do you remember what the prize was if either of us won?” she questioned this time now gripping your thigh a bit harder sinking her nails into your skin a little. You bit the inside of your lip, placing a hand on top of hers. Giselle leaned down to your ear “You have to do whatever I tell you to..” She whispered in a low husky tone. Your face flushed with a tint of red, you gripped her hand off of your thigh holding it next to your body. “What about it?” you asked trying to keep a bit of composure in your voice. Your girlfriend chuckled a bit, wrapping a arm around you pulling you closer to her. “I want you to do something for me..” her voice laced with a hint of lust. She pulled you as close as she could get you to her, closing any possible gaps between you two.

You looked at her giving her a questioning hum in response. She took her arm from around you and went to squeeze your thigh a bit harder than before, this time looking you in the eyes. “Do you think you can be quiet from me pretty girl?” She questioned tilting her head a bit at you. You finally catching on to what she was planning you took her hand off of you. “What the hell, really? Now? Here?” you basically bombarded her with questions and concerns. Yapping away at how risky and scary it is to even think of doing something like that on a plane.

Your girlfriend smirked at you “I mean does it really matter as long as your quiet.” She asked slightly annoyed. “Besides I won that little game fair and square, you owe me.” That was all she said before her hand started trailing up your thigh. Moving up and down at a slow agonizing pace that she knew would set you off. Her fingers rubbing against your heat ever so slightly before going back to caressing your thigh. You try to close your legs only for her to pinch you instead , forcing them to stay open. “Now? Are you serious…” you said softly below a whisper. Your girlfriend smiling at you “Everyone is sleep, nobody is gonna care”. She slowly brought her hand up to your chin making you face her, pulling you into her kiss. Which soon turned into a a sloppy make out with you trying to contain tour moans. Whimpering in her mouth she put her tongue inside, you both immediately fighting for dominance. Which she obviously beat you to, taking this opportunity to slide her hand down and unbutton your pants.

She rubs your clothed clit through the fabric of the panties she bought you during your trip. “So pretty” she spoke into your lips. Moving down to work her magic on your exposed neck. Her pace with her fingers grew faster, causing you to jolt your body into her touch. Using your hands to push her away, to no avail she didn’t even flinch. “Wait, what if someone catches us?” you whispered reaching to cover your mouth after, due to the way she was working on your neck. She finally let up “nobody’s gonna catch us, as much as I wanna hear you. As long as you keep it quiet, we’ll be okay.” While she spoke her hand went into your panties rubbing circles on your sensitive clit. Her fingers trailed down sliding into your wet warm cunt immediately coating her fingers. She brought them back up to your clit making it wet and slippery. “For someone so against this you sure seem to be enjoying yourself, huh.” Trying to contain your moans you grit your teeth together placing your hand on your mouth. Her motion on you stopped abruptly, your entire body relaxed to the sudden disappearance of her. “You sound so cute trying to hold back. But I love it better when I can hear you.” A grin formed on her face looking you in the eyes. “Let me hear you.” She took your hands away from your mouth, starting her way back in your neck leaving noticeable marks all over your neck. You moaned a little too loud biting your lip right after realizing. Causing your girlfriend to smile against your neck, leaning up to kiss you again.

Her fingers went back down on you, digging her digits deep into your heat her fingers were soaked and covered with your juices. Finally done with her teasing she slowly entered two fingers inside you. Pumping into you slow and steady, earing quiet soft whimpers from you. Finally letting off your neck she sat up straight in her chair looking out the window or ahead of her as if she wasn’t ruining you. All it took was for one of your seating neighbors to awaken, and be met by you sweating, hands clamping on your chair and the arm of your girlfriend. Throwing your head back, mouth slightly open taking in quick gasps, drying your throat. You let out airy moans and silent curses under your breath. Beads of sweat sticking to your forehead and neck. You girlfriend on the other hand was checking her phone and looking around as if everything was casual. You gripped her arm tighter digging your nails into her skin leaving marks there, she’ll definitely tease you for later. Her movement became faster and messier causing the wet noises between your legs to grow louder. You were sure not everyone on the ppane was sleep, and with how loud things were getting between you two you were sure they could hear faint noises in the distance. Or maybe the people behind you or in front of your were listening all along.

“Fuck I’m close..” you said in between breaths leaning your head on your girlfriends shoulder. Her fingers became quick, adding an extra digit fucking you with three stretching you out in the process. You bit your lip, tucking your face into the crook of her neck. Allowing yourself to let out the most sinfully sounds. You could feel yourself getting closer and closer the way you clenched around her, struggled to keep your legs open. The way your body humped her hand desperately, looking for some extra friction. Giselle lifted your chin up to face her bringing you into a sloppy heated make out as you came all over her hand. She didn’t stop her movements, continuing to fuck you deeply as you came down from your high. Closing your legs around her hand trying yo pull her away with your hands. You moaned into her neck a little drool flowing out the corner of your mouth and onto her shirt. She took her hands out of you slowly, bringing her fingers to her mouth licking all of you off. Still acting nonchalantly looking out the window, not paying you no mind. She finally turned her head to you “Your such a great listener baby” you smiled against her as your chest rose and fell like crazy.

You finally let her go, relaxing in your seat whipping the sweat from your forehead, still trying to catch your breath. “I should go clean up.” You said quietly attempting to get out your seat to make your way to the bathroom. Giselle stopping you by holding your hand down. She looked at you in the eyes with a stupid smile on her face, “There’s no point baby, it’s just gonna be way worse for you when we get home.” Your face flushed with red once again, sitting yourself back down comfortably. You felt a kick on the back of your chair, Turing around to see who it was, to give them a piece of your mind about it. You were met by multiple glares from the people behind and across from you. Of course your worse fear had to happen. You turned back into your seat sitting up straight staring at the back of the seat in front of you. Slowly Turing your head to your girlfriend she had a stupid smirk on her face.

Maybe next time you should bet on things your confident you would win.

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Sorry this took forever to post 🙏

Glaze it rn n ill give u a big smooching 👅

[snoopychris]

capture the flag

in which... there's a game of capture the flag and life is all sunshine and rainbows

warnings: filler chapter but a necessary filler

as the start of the school year got closer, the camp began getting less and less occupied. even Hermes cabin, usually so full of life, was about to be down to five campers. during the school year, the Camp was down to no more than 25 campers total. the year-rounders, so they were called. as much as Camp Half-Blood felt like home, you had always wished you werent one of them. you had always wished that you could have a family to go home to. a place to feel loved and wanted outside of the protective barrier that Thalia Grace had provided. 

“you think they’ll let us leave one day? like leave forever?” you whisper, feet dipped into the water with chris by your side. your head rested on his shoulder, a place it was typically found. sunny with chris, is like a fork found in a kitchen, was the way percy jackson once described it. “think if they would’ve let us leave they would’ve done it when we turned 18.” chris replies, his voice full of sadness. you knew he had big dreams too, always having been interested in seeing los angeles and any state aside from new york, really. the moment is one you seem to share every year. it’s only interrupted when a throat is cleared behind you. 

your head whips to look behind you, your first thought being that something was wrong with one of the campers. instead, you find yourself locking eyes with matt. the action seems to linger for a little bit too long because chris is the first to speak. “something wrong?” matt shakes his head, twiddling his fingers. “i need to shower.” he states. your eyebrows raise, looking him up and down. “okay…?” chris continues, his voice filled with genuine confusion. matt groans when chris doesn’t understand anything, turning towards you instead. “i don’t have any clothes.” you slap chris’ chest gently, knowing you had told him to give matt a few closet staples after he had arrived the day before. you stood up from the rocky floor, walking over to matt. “aphrodite cabin’s got all the spares. you’ll be able to find something in there.” you smile, walking matt to the cabin. 

it doesn’t take long for you to arrive, opening the baby pink doors to reveal the luscious interior. it’s easily the most organized of the cabins. you point towards the big dresser with various drawers, sitting down on a nearby couch. “take whatever you need. those kids love shopping.” you giggle, looking up at the ceiling. you can’t remember the last time you were in here. “if nothings your style, i can take you to chris’ cabin too. he’s got a lot he doesn’t wear.” you smile, crossing your legs. you’d be lying if you said he wasn’t good looking. the way his tattoos adorned his arms gave him an edge that chris lacked. maybe one day you’d ask what they meant. maybe one day he’d tell you.

it doesn’t take long for him to pick out the clothes he wants. a few tshirts, a few pairs of jeans, a small sweater, and a leather jacket. he was son of Ares, alright. “you’re settling in okay? i know you haven’t left your cabin much. i hear things you know. got eyes all over this place.” you joke, beginning to walk back to his own cabin. he shrugs as he looks around, pursing his lips. “got nobody here.” “you could always try talking to nick. or chris.” an idea pops into your mind, remembering the recent arrival of a camper. “or you could even talk to-“

“sunny!” your voice is cut off by the very person you were thinking of, turning your head to see him. his blonde hair was being pushed around by the wind without any issues, and he seemed to have grown a few inches since the last time you saw him. the blonde makes his way over to you, setting his hand on your shoulder. “matt… meet will solace. will this is matt. ares’ son. he’s chris’ brother… half brother. but not in the way other people here have half brothers” will hums at the sight, moving his arm to instead shake matt’s hand. “nice to meet you. they treating you good here? if they’re not you can always complain to dionysus… he lectures chris good.” you roll your eyes at the comment, stepping away from the conversation that seems to be blooming. 

you’re no more than halfway to the Hermes cabin when you bump into nick. “sunny! oh my god i was just about to come looking for you. some of the kids in there are asking about capture the flag and… some will character being captain? is that like required… or like… and also who’s will? is will single… does he like guys?” nick asks, a bowl of strawberries in his hand. you nod at his question, looking around the camp. “unfortunately it is required. it’s training and a game all in one. if wills a captain then that means tha-” “SUNNY! you’re up! my office! now!” Dionysus. 

“i just feel like it’s chris’ turn.” Dionysus knows you’re referring to being captain of capture the flag teams. you were good at it sometimes, but never against Will. “no” “will always has the best teams. it’s not even fair!” you whine, your face turning into an annoyed expression. “it’s your turn” “is clarisse here?” “nope.” “what about annabeth?” “she’s at school already.” “percy?” “specifically requested to play.” “drew? nico? anybody?” “no. your turn.” Dionysus says smugly, sending you off with a flick of the wrist. “is chiron coming back soon?” you whisper. The God in front of you knew how much the centaur meant to you, always being the closest thing you had to a father. he nods as he sends you a solemn expression. “he’s making strides in Olympus. next week though. promise.” you nod as you grab two bright orange Camp t-shirts, headed out the door to begin planning your teams. it doesn’t take long for it to click in your head when you lock eyes with chris, who’s walking into his dad’s office. “captain?” he asks. you nod, shrugging nonchalantly. “captain!”

it’s only been a few hours by the time you’re standing in a group of 50 or so and people. all eyes are on you and will. “okay! two teams of 23. will and i are your captains! this is the last game of the summer. after this… free time for a lot of the time here but check with your counselors first!” you yell, gripping onto the helmet. you look at will, getting a nod for you to begin picking. “okay! i’m picking first.” an array of hands go up, wanting to be on your team. your eyes glance between the obvious answers, despite your mind being made up earlier. chris is standing right in front of you, his eyes batting like a lost puppy dog. on the side opposite him is percy. his blonde hair is messier than usual, all thanks to his lack of hair products and excess of salt water. theres two perfectly good candidates right there.

on the other hand, there’s two candidates near the back of the group of people who you would rather have. "i want matt and nick to start." 

nick, matt, and chris have never looked more identical. you can’t even see nick and matt properly due to their distance from you. their collective "what" speaks more words than the entirety of taylor swifts discography. "sunny you cant be serious... youre gonna lose." will whispers, his hair looking nearly identical to percy's in this light. "yeah well... luke took a chance on percy once didnt he?" will swallows as he nods, taking his options in. “chris and percy” chris sighs as he walks to Will’s side of the crowd, watching as you pick another random camper. the picking continues until nobody’s left. by the looks of it, your team is incredibly weaker than Will’s. you have hope for them regardless. 

your team quickly makes their way towards your “safe zone.” the helmets that you all have by your sides are goofy looking, but important regardless. you look around, licking your lips. “okay… okay. cat and gracie. you two keep an eye on the flag. nico’s gonna stay and help you with the fighting. right d’angelo?” you whisper, looking towards nico. he nods, gripping onto his sword. “can’t believe you didn’t pick chris this time.” nico adds on, licking his lips mischievously. “he’ll survive. the rest of you. split up. you’re our offense. matt and nick. you two are with me. we’re goin after that flag.” you hear the gulp that nick experiences, following after you with a sword in hand. his hands are shaky. you can tell that he’s scared. on the other hand, matt looks excited. he hadn’t left his cabin much, instead opting to let his anger out on the objects found in the Ares cabin. his grip on the sword was tight, as if he was ready to swing at any moment. 

there’s a small crack of twigs from the woods after you had been walking for a while that catches the attention of all three of you. matt instinctively points his sword out, lowering it when its only chris. “this is a new low sunny. i mean we’re always on the same team.” you shrug at his words, gripping onto his wrist and pulling his arm behind his back. “where’s the flag?” you whisper, earning a wince from chris. “i don’t know. why are you mad at me?” he replies. you shrug, pushing him down onto the floor. “let’s move.” 

matt and nick follow behind you, each watching out for others in their own way. nick is looking out so that he doesn’t get attacked. matt is looking for someone to attack. “are you mad at chris?” nick questions, his shaky hands beginning to calm down. “no. all games. he knows that.” you smile, biting your lip when you see the blue teams flag in the distance. victory is so sweet. of course, you hadn’t won yet, but you were so close.

it was within 200 feet. you swallow as you grip onto your own sword, knowing that if the flag was in eyesight distance, then there would be plenty of guards nearby. “on the count of three… matt’s gonna go left. nick and i are gonna go right… one… two.” matt couldn’t keep in any more excitement. “three!” he yells, running in the opposite direction as you and nick. you begin your sprint, knowing that the two separate direction vectors you were going in would be enough for the other team to be distracted. 

you feel like you’re forgetting something as you’re running through the woods that you’ve grown to love. you’re navigating each turn like it’s nothing. oh. “sunny i really don’t like this game!” nick yells, running close behind you. even though you know these turns like the back of your hand, you realize that nick doesn’t. he doesn’t know about the drop that he’s 15 feet away from.

it’s in the blink of an eye that he’s about to go head first off a cliff, dropped when the back of his shirt has a tight grip on it. someone saved him. for once, nicks grateful to be alive. he catches his breath for a few moments before turning back to see who saved him. “you must be nick.” nick nods, tumbling backwards a few feet. “im will.” you smile at the sight for a moment before running off, leaving the boys behind. 

nick had heard of the boy standing before him, but he hadn’t actually met him in person. sure, they were in the same vicinity of each other earlier during the team picking, but this was different. nick didn’t even know what he was feeling. his heart was racing and his face was getting hot. he wants to say it’s adrenaline. he knows it’s not. “i’m nick… sturniolo. but you knew that i think… sunny wasn’t kidding when she said you’re like sunshine personified.” will chuckles, shrugging. “i get that a lot.”

you were so damn close to victory that it felt incredible. you couldn’t have been more than 50 feet away from the flag when you’re pinned to the floor. you groan at the feeling, attempting to kick yourself away from your opponent. you know who it is— of course you do. it’s a position you’ve been in multiple times before, but never in this environment. “get off me you’re heavy!” “you didn’t pick me.” he whispers, grabbing his sword and holding it close to your neck as a form of intimidation.

“ok fine yes i’m sorry that i didn’t pick you! now can you please get the sword away from my throat you know what that does to me.” chris scoffs as he sets the sword down on the floor next to you. truthfully, you don’t know where matt and nick are right now. chris stands up, reaching out to help you. you grab onto his hand, feeling the sparks you usually feel when you touch him. you smile at him softly, beginning to sprint towards the flag again. someone beats you to it. 

matt’s hand grips the flag, winning the game for everybody on your team. against all odds, you finally won a game against Will Solace. your eyebrows furrow, looking around. “how did i just win against will? how did i just win so fast?” you whisper looking towards chris. he gestures toward nick, still fully immersed in conversation with Will. you smile widely as you lick your lips, walking to the flag. “you did good matt. you have a talent.” he shrugs, looking into the woods he just came out of. “scared some of the campers off i guess” he jokes, earning a cackle from chris. chris has definitely done that before, even accidentally.

you relish in the victory for a moment before a voice calls out to chris away from the crowd. Chris’ eyes meet yours for a moment, shrugging in confusion. he chases after the voice, leaving you in nothing but pure confusion yourself. you turn to look at matt, nodding once. “okay… anyway. you know how to swim?” matt’s terrible week gets a little bit better when you actually make an attempt to get to know him. like really get to know him. 

percy’s cabin—cabin 3–was like a second home to you. it felt so much more welcoming than others, despite how empty it was for most of the year. Matt’s eyes are on you the entire walk over, up until the point that you  open the doors. the breeze of the sea that is always lingering in the room feels nice, especially against the outside weather. you let out a small giggle as you slip off your t-shirt, making your way to the back porch to take a dip into the lake. somewhere along the way, you slip off your shorts before diving into the water. matt hesitates for a moment to do anything, just taking in the way you move. you were a breath of fresh air. somehow, you were a reminder of home.

“you getting in?” you yell, dipping your hair into the water as you look up at matt. “no swimsuit.” he replies, sitting down on the dock. “percy has a ton in there. c’mon. there’s no sea monsters in here. at least not anymore.” you smile, swimming over to him. “im swimming in my underwear. nobody else is gonna judge you. its just me.” matt doesnt usually give in so fast, but theres something about the way you talk that convinces him. he mustve taken too long to decide because you pull him into the water fully clothed before he can think. you giggle as he yelps, swimming away as fast as you possibly can. you hate to admit that you felt sparks when you grabbed his hand. it felt so wrong to feel that with anybody except chris. 

“you could get to the olympics with that speed.” matt yells out, staying near the dock. he slips off his shirt, showing off some of his tattoos in a better way. you shrug as you swim back over, slower this time. “its a gift. always came naturally to me.” matt smiles as he grabs onto your wrist, pulling you towards him. a breath gets stuck in your throat when he does so, swallowing nothing gently. “you remind me of a night in rome.” “im sorry?” “what? youve never listened to role model?” he asks. you shake your head, staring into his bright blue eyes. his eyes are just so so different from chris and nick’s that its hard for you to believe theyre even related.

“i dont listen to much… just um… taylor swift i know her. we dont have much technology here.” you knew that matt pulling you close to him had you within small distance of one another, but you didnt realize just how much room was between you. it was almost nonexistent. “you ever listen to delicate?” he whispers, lips inching closer to yours. you nod slowly, moving yours closer as well. the distance between the two of you is about to be completely closed when percy yells out from inside his cabin. “Matt?!” 

you flinch, swimming away from matt. it was an explanation you werent in the mood for right now. matt frowns, turning his attention to percy. Percy has an unreadable expression on his face. its a mix between fear, worry, and something else. you cant quite put your finger on it. “they need to see you in the big house. like now.” the worry inside you grows, swimming to the dock and climbing out. Matt follows suit and begins walking towards the big house, still soaked. when you go to follow, percy puts a hand on your shoulder and shakes his head. the worry only grows. there’s something that tells you that its the worst case scenario right now. that its a luke situation all over again. “not right now, sun.” 

when matt arrives to the big house, he’s the last triplet brother to arrive. Will is headed out the door when matt walks in, filling him with a sense of insecurity. he hasnt felt at home before. he definitely doesnt feel at home now. “is um… everything alright? Is something wrong?” he whispers, looking between chris and nick. Nick looks frightened. Chris looks annoyed. “I actually think id also like an answer now.” nick speaks, looking between dionysus and chris, the only two who seem to know whats going on right now. Dionysus gestures to chris as a way to tell his son to begin speaking. “I just dont know why I have to be the one to explain anything when youre the one who heard the damn thing.” chris spits, his tongue prodding at the inside of his lip.

Chris goes on to mumble something under his breath, looking towards matt and nick. they both send him looks of confusion. “I said that theres a prophecy about us.” chris’ tone is just slightly louder this time, but it’s loud enough to be understood. Nick furrows his brows, glancing towards matt. “A prophecy? what is that? is that like a bad thing?” nick asks, running a hand through his hair. Chris looks towards his father for a lifeline. Prophecies have never been his specialty. he’s never been a part of one until now. Dionysus sighs as he takes a sip from his soda can, slamming it down on a nearby table. “A prophecy is like a riddle. not a fun one either. its a prediction about a major event. most recent one we had was the rise or fall of olympus being caused by a forbidden child. Percy Jackson caused the rise of Olympus. unfortunately our resident oracle gave another one today while i was within earshot. the connection between foe will cause a God to reap what they sow. until fate’s hand strikes one final blow.” 

“Pardon me. Dionsyus.. is it?” matt asks, pursing his lips. “Just what does this have to do with us?” Dionysus swallows. It’s not a good sign to chris that even his dad is nervous. “it was spoken on August first. go and gather your things. all of you. youre going on a quest.”

a/n: :PPPPPP anyway. this may be just a filler but its one i need in order to do any of the things i want to do. that poll earlier also wasnt for nothing. :P kiss kiss ! - gen (also i think either dbf chris or ta matt coming tomorrow i dont KNOWWWWW)

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[noisytenant]

one of those things about viewing oneself as a system is that it's oftentimes just the only thing that makes sense.

like, you can go around thinking of yourself as one single person who just, inexplicably or through some divine fault, struggles to know what they want, shifts priorities on a dime, and always seems to fuck up the things they want in the last second, feeling some mix of disappointment and relief.

someone who always has the right reasons for doing things, except when they have no idea when they did something, which is always more often than they'd like.

or even someone who overtly and knowingly contradicts themself, never stopping to question how it can be so!

so you can be that one person. or you could say, without even putting a name to it: let's just look at the patterns here.

sometimes i feel this, sometimes i feel that. sometimes i value this, and other times that. in a perfect world, i might be able to integrate all these contradictions, but i'm obviously not doing that, because even when i do what i think is right, something always feels a little wrong.

when i split apart the threads, suddenly i can trace a line from past to present that tells me why i am the way i am... when i'm this. and oftentimes this story conveniently excludes many of the details that would lead me down the path to being that. things begin to untangle. you start to see what the whole was made of.

and it isn't even weird that we have these pockets of self-understanding in a world that throws so many contradictory requests upon us. follow all the rules... now know when to break them. don't fool around... now lighten up a little. be silent and listen... now talk and entertain.

so of course you have these forces inside you and of course they're opposing. when the world asks for one, they're often also asking for the absence of the other. they're forced to grow apart. but all of these pieces only have one source to draw from--your personal history, your life. so in that way they're all the same.

the point is--a lot of people are already fighting with themselves, they're just refusing to see it as a fight and to name the sides.

treating these sides as "that weird way i act sometimes" offers you no real options aside from "be less that" -- something nobody has ever fully succeeded in. and when you inevitably become that, all you can think is how you should actually be less this instead.

meanwhile, treating these opposing forces as something closer to a person means you can talk to them, get to know them, negotiate and compromise. and sometimes brawl, or fuck.

and none of this is easy! it happens slowly, confusingly, frustratingly. but once you understand it, you wonder what the hell you'd been doing the whole time. because you believe there is sense to be made, things start to make sense. and your world gets a little bigger.

[you-wanna-save-the-corn-nuts]

"Tai, you ate her face" Scene Analysis

Requested by @subaerial-dweller !! (50 follower special)

(Bit of a retelling of the scene + character and shot analysis, and how this incorporates into Van's previous + future motifs and arc.)

As the scene opens, the first thing we see is Natalie sitting out in the cold, and Tai leaning on a pole nearby. Natalie is staring dead at Jackie, clearly just...contemplating and processing what the fuck happened. Understandable. Something interesting to note is that at this point, Van isn't outside with them. In fact, it isn't until Tai starts screaming "What happened to Jackie!!" that Van opens the door to the cabin. Unclear on whether she was making her way outside anyways, but either way, it takes her a second to get outside. She immediately runs up to Tai, repeating "its okay, its okay-" which I think is important, because clearly, its not okay. Van most likely would have followed Tai outside but the fact that she didn't? Says a lot, because it means Van couldn't stand to look at Jackie's....remains, until she had to. But as we know with Van and her "medieval knight qualities" (I am never living that phrase down-) she's putting all of that aside because right now, Tai is the most important thing.

Interesting to note, when Van starts talking to Tai, for a second she's just overwhelmed and seems a little....mad almost.

like look at her face, girl is slightly annoyed, maybe a little firm

But she looks back at Tai and suddenly it clicks with her that oh, this isn't Tai freaking out at her. (You could even say this is a reaction to what her mother may have acted like while drunk...and then she realises this isn't like that.) And then there is a noticeable switch to just....concern. Tai is having possibly the only proportionate reaction to the situation, compared to most of the other Yellowjackets who seem incredibly dissociated. And that, to her, is likely weird, both because Van is very emotionally detached from the situation herself, and because nobody else is having that kind of reaction. Tai is genuinely lost with the situation and as we know, Van's reaction to that kind of thing is to start trying to get to the bottom of it. (Something we see a LOT of with other Tai)

Tai then comes back with a very frazzled "I wouldn't do that." which obviously, knowing how everyone reacts to Coach Scott, they seem to take a lot of offense towards. So Van obviously retaliates "What are you talking about? You were sitting right next to me!" which I think is likely a "Hey, Dude. You aren't better than us. Don't be the only disgusted one, you did the same." but also a check-in because again, why would Tai be reacting like this?

Tai goes to throw up, storming past Van, who just stands there. Because again, to her? This probably feels a little like Tai is being high and mighty about this (girl, where are you getting these "morals" from).

So Van ducks down next to Tai, and again, her face says...a lot here.

She's definitely a little baseline annoyed, but also seems to be bargaining. What is going on with Tai? She doesn't know. But again, as she sees Tai's panic, she flicks back over to confusion and concern. She wants to help Tai, of course. Anyone would. But this is also....horribly complicated. Van seems to be very set in her beliefs and while the whole show seems to be a testament to how morals can change, Van is quite firm in what she believes. (Unless, of course, someone she cares about like Tai, comes above it.) This situation is obviously one in which they all compromised their morals, and is a solid "point of no return" for the girls (Travis included).

This is also the point where Van starts to pull the pieces into place. She's realising that this may or may not tie into whatever's been going on with Tai's sleepwalking. But obviously, she wants to confirm that which follows up with her asking "You really don't remember?" which Tai never verbally answers but Van can already tell its written on her face. And then of course, the line of the whole scene comes in "Tai, you ate her face." Van's tone here really interests me because she is not putting it very lightly. There's a little hesitance but a lot of it reads to me as just....when you tell someone something that seems like it should be inherently obvious. She says it almost as if "Tai, look, its snowing." With a little more care in her words but there is definitely a tone of "C'mon, you know this, right?" (tho i kinda suck at reading tones irl so take this with a grain of salt)

I have said this in previous analysis, but to restate it, Van has a character trait of trust. Specifically, lack of trust. She doesn't trust Tai. Something we know is an intentional character trait because Liv has outright said that's how they perceived her and acted to show that in Van's characterisation. So for Van this isn't just, "Tai isn't taking my word for this." its also likely a "Tai doesn't trust me." Van's insecurity of not trusting people very likely manifested from being unable to trust her mother, likely due to her alcoholism. And another thing that basically everyone has said or learnt about trust, is that its a two way street. If Tai can't trust her then...what are the odds she can trust Tai? She loves Tai, and with any relationship you want your partner to trust you. And right now, Tai isn't, something that is likely shattering for Van, considering how much she puts Tai's needs above hers as her priority.

"You ate her face." These words trigger what seems to be the memories of the incident, paired with a flicker of some of the shots. Another interesting thing to note here, none of the parts Tai remembers include anything about the banquet. To the rest of the Yellowjackets, this was fun, almost. A huge meal that they hadn't had in months. But when Tai remembers this? Its nothing but the raw, horrible memories of committing literal fucking cannibalism. So obviously, like any one would upon realising they cannibalised their dead friend and don't remember it, Tai goes to throw up.

It can't really be shown in a photo, but Van doesn't get up immediately. She hangs back for a second, clearly just...processing what the fuck just happened. With the Van mindreading powers I totally have, I can guess tell you, that she's likely going over the situation. Tai's sleepwalking has evolved. She can seem fully awake and alive and just like her own Tai, and she wouldn't even know. How much of what she's seen in the past was this other Tai? Can she trust her? Can she help Tai? Can she save Tai? Van's bargaining with what this means for her, and what it means for them together. Which is definitely something we see tying into how Van acts when she knows other Tai is in control. She wants to help Tai, and make sure she's safe. Because again, she'd likely get possessed in Tai's place if she had the chance. It isn't until a few seconds later that Van gets up, places a hand on Tai's back as she screams, and the scene changes to the intro.

In summary, this scene tells us a lot about Van's character in a short amount of time. And a lot about how the other Yellowjacket's have taken this whole cannibalism deal. For Van, this whole situation ties a lot into both her fear of not being trusted (ironic for someone who refuses to trust herself) and her desire to protect Tai at all costs. Obviously, this changes their relationship significantly. But Tai promised her when they differed on the whole spiritual/psyche standpoint that they were okay. That whatever happened they were going through this, together. Something that was also backed up by the "I love you" scene in 02x01. Van's fully committed to Tai at this point, and for her, this is the beginning of her being set on saving her, no matter the cost for herself.

[cakexblankett]

White wine

Characters: Agatha Harkness x F!Reader

Rating: Red

«Hey, newbie, more wine.»

You went to the small cabinet filled with alcoholic drinks and picked up an italian white wine, the "Passerina", and poured some in an elongated wine glass.

You started working for miss Harkness two or three months prior to her break-up with Rio Vidal, the infamous painter, known for her artworks about flowers and death. Her paintings were majorly depictions of skulls and skeletons with flowers blooming between the various bones.

A lot of her drawings, even some sketches that art critics never saw, were displayed in miss Harknes's office. Personally, you found them very grim and pretty dark, so you avoided looking at them for too long or they would give you the chills. They were so realistic that it seemed like they were made by death itself.

«Hurry up!»

You carefully closed the glass cabinet door, then approached your boss that was waiting impatiently at her desk on her black, leather chair.

She was already at her fourth- or maybe fifth? glass of wine and her body was starting to show it. Her cheeks were a pretty shade of strawberry red and her pupils were dilated.

You put the wine glass on her desk and she didn't waste a moment and drank the whole glass in a second. She closed her eyes and hummed. She looked so tired but beautiful. Her lips were red like cherries, and you wondered if they tasted like ones.

You couldn't deny your attraction towards her, just like nobody at work could. She had a "je ne sais quoi", a charm that drove everyone insane. But you knew that she was a lot to deal with, she was petty, arrogant at times, full of herself. But oh how beautiful she was. You could have forgiven everything, even murder, if it meant being her love interest.

You bowed your head and went to leave when you heard her chuckle.

«Are you seriously leaving? Did I tell you to do so?»

You turned around and faced her. She smirked, and moved two of her fingers, gesturing for you to get closer to her. Seeing her two fingers move like that, oh how fantastic that made you feel and they didn't even touch you. You felt yourself getting wet just by that. You blushed and cleared your throat, doing what she asked you to do.

«You seem like a smart girl, aren't you?»

You nodded.

«So you know that I could fire you if you don't do what I say, right?»

You gulped, your eyes widening. You slowly nodded again, unsure of what to say or do.

She hummed, pursing her lips.

«You're a good girl, miss...?»

«Y/N.»

«Y/N. Wonderful name.»

You felt yourself getting hotter. You thought you knew where this was going, but you didn't want to assume anything as serious as what you were hoping she was about to ask you to do. Maybe a sex slave? Or a one night-stand?

«You know, you caught my eye immediately when you first came here to start your job.»

You smiled, proud that you did a good first impression on your boss. She looked you up and down, then stared into your eyes.

«Well, enough of this foolish chatter. I'll get right to the point.»

You awaited for her next words impatiently. She pursed her lips and put a strand of her curly hair behind her ear.

«We should have sex, shouldn't we?»

You were taken aback by her cheekiness, but oh how you were wating for those words to come out of her mouth.

«S-sure.»

You said, uncertain of how to reply. She gestured for you to go around the desk, moving those long and slender digits again.

Once you were facing her, nothing between you two, you got on your knees and looked up at miss Harkness, that was looking down at you.

«Can... can I kiss you?»

You asked, shyly.

«Please do.»

You didn't need for her to say it again. Your lips met hers, and it felt like Heaven. They were soft and tasted like wine. At first, the kiss was gentle, almost like you were two teenagers in love sharing their first kiss. But then Agatha bit your lower lip and started using her tongue.

She hummed.

«Make me cum.»

You closed your eyes, feeling a hot wave of pleasure cross your stomach.

You unbuttoned her trousers, slowly, then lowered them down. She bit her lip, watching you carefully. You licked her slit through her panties and she let out a low moan. You- and also her, couldn't wait anymore so you lowered her panties too, and her smell enveloped you. It was intoxicating, better then drugs or alcohol.

You flattened your tongue on her slit, then started sucking on her clit. She kept staring at you, her moans getting louder with every stroke of your tongue. She umbuttoned her blouse and started playing with her breast, while one hand grasped at your hair, almost violently but not really. It stung a bit, in a pretty, sensual way though.

«Penetrate me.»

You traced her slit, then penetrated her with your tongue, slowly getting in and out, just to prepare her for the two fingers then you soon used to pump into her. Her lips parted, her voice cracked, her eyes were closed shut. You could only hear moans and whines, and oh how they sounded, so angelical and sensual. She never looked better, with you inside of her, you were making her feel so good that she couldn't even speak coherently.

«I-I'm coming.»

You fastened your pace and soon enough she trembled and clenched around your fingers, cumming on your fingers. You took out your digits and waited for her to open her eyes to lick them clean. She pursed her lips, her hand clasped around your chin.

«You did a good job, miss...?»

You sighed. Of course she didn't remember your name.

«Y/N.»

«Right. Well, I think that now we can go back to our jobs.»

You helped her with her trousers, then got up and slightly bowed.

«Oh and... don't even dare speak about this to anyone. Or you won't like the consequences.»

You nodded, then got out the door. When you were out, you sighed. You weren't even mad she used you as a sex toy, all you could think about was her face while screaming of pleasure. You already knew what you would do as soon as you were home.

[ifishouldvanish]

(here we go, @xshingie, my nonsense headcanon nobody asked for lmao)

My most unhinged Olrox cope/headcanon is that the reason he goes by 'Olrox' instead of an actual Nahuatl name is because he was named Quetzalcōātl and hated it.

It was not uncommon (especially for nobility), that if you were born on a calendar day ruled by X god, you would be named after them. This calendar day also served as a sort of horoscope that was supposed to determine your 'lot in life'. So I like to imagine he was born on a day ruled by Quetzalcōātl, was maybe foretold or whatever to serve as an avatar of Quetzalcōātl, and that this was a 'lot' he did not want and grew to resent. (He's never been much of a believer, of any kind, after all.)

Anyway. Olrox has been trying to disassociate himself from 'the gods' or any possible responsibility to serve said god his entire life. The concept of fate is mortifying to him. He wants to forge his own identity/destiny, and perhaps saw his rebirth as a vampire as the opportunity to do so. So I imagine Olrox is the name he chose for himself.

[unsolicited-opinions]

What the hell is up with all of these blatantly antisemitic accounts in the jumblr tag whose bios say they are "converting to Judaism""??

And then when you actually look at what they post it's a mix of hamas support and treating Judaism like a fandom, focusing on purely material aspects. Nobody who is actually committed to the protracted process of conversion would talk about Jewish customs this way nor would they try to speak for us and call themselves a Jew before they even are one.

I'm literally Jewish but my family stopped being observant when I was a kid so it would never occur to me to try and speak for all Jews or to act like some kind of expert yet they feel confident in telling the world they're a Jew simply because they decided last night that they are. You can tell they're projecting a distinctly Christian understanding of religion onto something they have zero familiarity with.

Who are these pretenders and why are they doing it?? And can we please stop taking them at their word when they're clearly not acting in good faith.

I've seen them on reddit too; "oh I love Jewish culture and I want to convert more than anything but do I really have to move to a Jewish community? Why is it so expensive? Can I do it in under a year? Do I seriously have to read all of these books? Anyway fuck Israel!"

Like???? They aren't even willing to do the BASICS yet want to be able to call themselves Jewish while actively hating us. What does being Jewish actually mean to these people? What does Jewish life look like to them?? I am so confused.

Name names, please? You can send them via anon asks if you like.

People who describe themselves as ethnically Jewish or as "converting" and use that to excuse their antisemitism or their profound ignorance of Jewish history are assholes.

Faygaleh (I don't recall if this is the correct transliteration for the account I'm thinking of) and StopTheAntisemitism are good examples of that sort of asshole.

Since I blocked both of them quite a while ago, I haven't come across similar cosplayers using the #jumblr tag.

If you (or anyone else) have other account names to share, please share them here so we can block such accounts.

If you prefer, send them to me via anon Ask.

[lxchadora]

"Wow. That distraction really worked", Rosita spoke in a low murmur. Nobody would be able to hear them as they were hidden behind crates in the back of a closed truck, but she still somehow felt like it would be odd to speak normally.

Frankly, she thought Kyleigh's move had been incredibly risky, but she didn't want to complain. Things had gone incredibly well considering they were trying to do the near impossible. Escaping a military camp. Thinking about it like that sounded ridiculous. It felt ridiculous they were trying to escape a place behind fences when there were flesh eating creatures out there, sometimes featured in larger groups. She remembered when she had seen a dozen of them at once.

There was a feeling gnawing at her that maybe she would come to regret this decision. Maybe she was throwing away her only chance of surviving..

They could still sneak out of the truck, she remembered. As for now they still had a choice of staying here or leaving.

Irina interrupted her train of thought, commenting how the guard was a caring person to have climbed over the fence for Kyleigh with no hesitation, followed by her expressing her hope that he comes back safely. "Few men would risk their lives for the life of a woman's man, especially if they don't know him..", she added.

"Let's hope you won't scream when we get out there. Noise attracts the infected, in case you haven't figured that out. More of them will be heading towards the fence now", Warren reminded, tone neutral, but with a tired edge to it. As he went on he began to sound more chiding. "Next time, get more creative and less impulsive. There are other ways to distract a guard. You could've gotten yourself in trouble-"

Rosita quickly chimed in before the two would have the chance to get snarky with each other. Admittedly, she thought he was right, but she didn't want her new companions to have a pointless discussion in the back of a truck. Plus, maybe it had been the best way to distract that guard. Maybe something else wouldn't have worked. Maybe he would have just called another guard over to keep an eye on the area while he investigated it in any other case. Who knew?

"We're here now. We made it", Rosita reminded. "From now on, everyone will be quiet."

Damn, she sounded very military, didn't she?

"We were screwed anyway. That guard's shot was pretty loud", Rosita argued, glancing at Warren. "Definitely louder than Kyleigh's scream. We're not safe here, that's why we're trying to get out."

She sighed, looking over at Irina who looked more than exhausted, the bags under her blue eyes having taken on a purpleish tint.

"We'll be stuck inside here until tomorrow morning now. I suggest we all rest. We can take turns keeping watch on the others. Three of us can sleep while one stays awake. You can rest now, I'll keep watch."

Irina was quick to fall asleep, and so was Warren. If Kyleigh didn't fall asleep, Rosita would decide to ask her something. "Are you alright? It's been.. a lot."

And there was so much more to come.

That little ray of sunshine in this dark world, finding out that Rosita was a mechanic as well, gave Kyleigh a much needed boost of confidence. Yeah she could pretend all she wanted that she was fearless and nothing got to her, but damn sometimes it really did. When it was right after she had lost that first group she was with the half lycan thought she was never going to trust anyone again, never going to find humans that were worth fighting alongside. And she had carried that with her when coming into this camp. But a few hours spent planning this escape with Rosita and the others had started to change all that. Maybe the four of them could really pull this off and get the hell back to their loved ones. Even if they did have to go to another state as her friend had just suggested. She wasn't sure how well all of them would do out there, but anything was worth a shot at this point.

Thankful that for once Warren didn't give her a fight, or as he probably thought of it as just expressing his opinion on the matter, Kyleigh was more than ready to move ahead with this plan. Dumb guard or not she was happy that Rosita had come up with a good excuse for her to be near the truck. Given that Irina still looked way too terrified about this whole thing it was great for her to just stay hidden. And Kyleigh? Well she was a master of distraction if she did say so herself. It was how she hustled for money when she was on the road and how she had gotten herself out of more than a few sticky situations in the past.

"Don't worry about that, I know exactly what to do." She promised, a sly smile flashing across her face. It might have been a typical 'female' thing, but hey it worked and it wasn't like she had the time to pull out some James Bond type shit.

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As soon as the four of them split up, Kyleigh told Warren to go get what he wanted to take with him and make it quick. She did the same, just grabbing her bag that was always ready and casually 'borrowing' a tube of lipstick from one of the other women in her tent. Why the hell she still had that Kyleigh had no idea, but it was going to come in handy in a few minutes. Thank god she was not good at putting it on, allowing it to smear just a bit over her lips to give the illusion that she and Warren had been kissing. Of course that thought gave her the urge to throw up but now was not the time to be dramatic, that would happen in a few short minutes.

The second he saw her Kyleigh knew that Warren understood her odd lipstick look, nodding to her as she motioned for him to follow her. A gunshot went off followed by a scream, pulling the few others that were around towards the front of the camp. Shit! She hoped that wasn't Rosita getting caught or something far worse. Grabbing Warren's hand she quickly dragged him further away towards the back gate, sighing with relief when they found that no one was guarding it.

"Should only take a second." She whispered to him as she fished inside her pocket for her favorite bobby pin. It had been sharpened down on one end to be the perfect tool for picking locks, just like the one on the gate. As she promised a few seconds later the thick box clicked open, Kyleigh keeping it in her hand so that she could place back on as soon as she and Warren were out of the gate. This way it would look as if they had never been there at all, Kyleigh dragging her foot over the soft imprints they left behind.

"Go! When you hear me scream, head for the truck. I'll be right behind you!"

Waiting until they had circled back around the camp to the front and the truck was visible, Kyleigh nodded for Warren to get ready. Now it was her turn to let out a piercing scream, causing that poor guard to turn in her direction.

"Help, quick! Please, I need help!"

As soon as he started over towards her she motioned for Warren to get to the truck, hoping that Rosita and Irina were already in there. That would mean three of them down and only her left. She met the guard by the gate she was at, a frantic look on her face as she kept glancing behind her.

"My boyfriend! He's out there! We went for a walk and on the way back we got trapped. I swear he was right behind me! Those things might have gotten him! Please, he's all I have left!"

She all but screamed at the guy, forcing tears to come to her eyes. Dude was either really stupid or just felt bad for her because he climbed over the fence without hesitation.

"Go on, get back in and get checked. I'll be right back." He ordered her before taking off in the direction she had pointed.

"Dumbass. Should have never left your post."

Once his back was turned Kyleigh took off the few yards towards the front gate, the others dealing with the chaos that was going on behind the truck. Their backs were to her, giving her the chance to hop up in the truck and find a good hiding spot all the way in the back. Waiting a few moments to settle in she let out a specific clicking sound, the one that if everything had worked with the others, would quickly be returned and would let her know that now all they had to do was wait until they were out on the road to plan their next move.

[claraoswalds]

#mrs flood who are you: time lord edition

[sundial-bee-scribbles]

i dont usually post stuff like this but the circumstances are rly funny so i will.

my brother got me the ryoji plush for my bday and got me makoto/minato as an xmas present. however it hadn't arrived yet on xmas and lo and behold it eventually arrived on DEC 31ST. 😭

funniest possible date for it to arrive on. anyways i got silly with them

[tareloin]

EPISODE VI: SHARENIAN KNIGHTS Do as you've pledged: guard the kingdom forever.

[cicerfics]

#no it makes sense and literallyyy#the man has no sense of normal people boundaries due to the way his life has lifed#so like. normal people boundaries might as well be 'fuck off and stay out' signs to him#which he is professionally trained to disregard sure but like#just cuz he might physically trespass for funsies doesn't mean he *nests* there#the man is sooo shelter dog coded he is so wild bird coded like#if you want it and like it then it's free real estate it#the thing is he's a working dog who professionally has no designated family or home but also he wants one so bad#there's like. a heart of a concept floating in my head but I can't quite grasp it rn...#wait okay it's like. belay whatever I said before about boundaries or walls or whatever#the man has no sense of normal people boundaries so his idea is like#well if you don't come over then it means you don't want to be here#he has no real working concept of like. 'actually most ppl wait to be invited in cuz you know. politeness.'#like. the man is a 00 and before that he was a military man he was in the navy#personal boundaries whomst is that#if they wanted to be here they would be. ergo if they're not then they don't want to be#to dive into the 'well but he still doesn't like when ppl take liberties about his person'- and yea I think that's true and reconcilable#it's like. the difference between you coming into his yard & playing in it. vs trying to like. stake ownership in it#and ig in this metaphor his yard has no fences but also he doesn't realize normal ppl boundaries is like. yeah but no fences doesn't mean#go freely without concern of the owner. cuz normal ppl conventions is you wait to be invited#but due to the way his life has gone. no fences is like. 'yea that's open area.' etc#does *this* make sense lol#if u wanna show up & plant a garden then that's coolio. if you want to be like well I own this garden now so I can do what I want then No. (@halfbaked00q)

Ahhh, yessss.

Okay, I remember a while back you said something along the lines of, Bond doesn't like being asked personal questions and won't answer them, because he feels that if you want and deserve this information, you will find out The Way God Intended (i.e. violating his personal privacy by investigating him, lol).

And I agree with that! I think Bond also feels that if someone wants his company, they will express it The Way God Intended (i.e. by just showing up where he is, or perhaps even breaking into his home).

And of course he wouldn't tolerate this from everyone, or even from most people, but if he likes and trusts someone and wants to be friends with them, this is kinda the effort he expects! It's what he needs. That is how he knows that he has Made a Frend. :)

He knows Q is his Frend because when he shows up in Q-branch, Q makes him sit down and chatters at him and peremptorily adjusts Bond's tie-clip-camera-microphone. Then he tells Bond that he's hacked into Bond's medical records and Bond is overdue for a dental cleaning, so get on that, please, 007, I realize you're getting on in years, but I think you're a bit young for dentures yet, so we can't afford to have your teeth falling out, can we!

Just friendship things!!

@miri-tiazan and I also have a running Thing about Q visiting Bond's flat and being like...no, absolutely not, this is not a habitable space for an adult man. We are going to fix this immediately.

So yes, I think Bond would actually enjoy it if Q invited himself over to upgrade Bond's security system, and then Bond comes home one day to find Q just...there.

Except Q barely even managed to finish the security system because he was so busy staring in horror at his surroundings.

There is a TV propped on a cardboard box. There are pictures on the floor, because nobody bothered to put them up on the walls. There are boxes full of stuff that are not unpacked because there is no furniture except a sad couch with no throw pillows.

And Q just kind of looks around and then looks at Bond like...bestie. 💖 no. 💖

And the next thing Bond knows, Q is off in a hurry, and then he returns an hour later with a toolbox and equipment for picture-hanging and a hand-crocheted afghan and a furniture catalog, and Bond is instructed to make up a shopping list while Q hangs the pictures and television, and then they'll go shopping for Proper Furnishings.

And Bond is surprised, but then he's actually pleased because! A Frend! :) He knows he made a Frend because Q helped himself to Bond's home and is now fixing it up whether Bond likes it or not!

Like, to continue the garden metaphor, Q has basically showed up with a rake and a lawnmower and a bag of manure, and he's telling Bond to get moving because they're going to tidy the lawn and then fertilize the flowerbeds together. Group project!

And of course, of course Bond intends to be difficult and grumpy and performatively uncooperative about this, but that is a game! And clearly Q is willing to play the game with him! So really, this is like Q showing up on Bond's lawn with a ball, asking him if he wants to come out and play! :) FRENDS. :)

My brain is oatmeal today, so I don't even know if this will make sense, but...

I really do think Bond adores it when Q lectures him, nags him, bosses him around, and just generally oversteps his boundaries re: a 'normal' quartermaster-agent relationship.

I think Bond would love it if Q butted in and started trying to run Bond's personal life, manage Bond's finances, or pester Bond about his routine medical/dental care.

I think people observing this dynamic from the outside would expect Bond to hate it and resist it with all his might. They'd expect him to make Q's life a living hell for even attempting this.

But I think that, while Bond would definitely be Performatively Uncooperative about the whole thing, he'd actually be quietly ecstatic every time Q did this. He'd lap up the attention and come back for more! He'd try to find new ways to bring various (dysfunctional) parts of his life to Q's attention, just so Q could start bossing him around and trying to tell him what to do about this part of his life, too!

Something something, old dog who desperately wants to belong to somebody.

Old dog who needs a handler issuing orders, whether or not he even plans on obeying.

Old dog who is tired sometimes just wants to know that someone else is going to take care of him and make sure his needs are provided for, and that he doesn't have to roam the streets on his own forever if he doesn't want to.

[lpsgirl109]

I need to know if anyone else understands the feeling of wanting to spend the rest of your life with someone in ways that Sound very romantic but you aren't into them like that. Fantasizing about living with them. Cooking dinner together every night and watching movies, laying together in silence just because one of you is lonely and wanted comfort. If you have to leave the house before they wake up, you'll make yourself breakfast and leave a plate for them in the fridge. When one of you is sick, the other makes soup and brings them their medicine whenever they need it. Getting home late knowing there will be a warm meal waiting for you, and doing the same for them. But you're not attracted to them, and you know you never will be, but you still want that kind of life with them

[shaykai]

yesss we need the good vat coronation drama please please please

I’m gonna be honest I have not worked more on it djdjjdjd (I do have three pages sketched out, but they’re from a while ago, here’s some panels from them in no particular order)

[crsssie]

happy 2.5k but it’s come to my attention that one of you shitheads have been sending hate asks to another creator while namedropping me please get a fucking life