#And he had a response that was just so kindhearted and genuine

[littlebirdy0301]

I am newly single and already have caught feelings for someone, debating if that’s a bit awful or not lmao

[merlucide]

The matchmaker has found a match……

@thebestsetter your match is….

ISAGI YOICHI!

x kindhearted, fun, exciting, attentive, vb player, fem!reader

RAAAAAAAAGGHHH

OKAY, NOW HEAR ME OUT BOO.

Yes, he’s basic, yes he’s bland

but

BUT, he’s caring, responsible, competitive and a silly lil guy!!

Idk what trope but either Mutual Feelings or Childhood friends :3

tbh I think you’d like be like his ideal type too??

anywho-

You’d be like doing your own thing and he’d just stare at you a think ‘She’s so pretty..’

and then he realized ‘oh no, I like her!!’

He would find every excuse to be around you, oh you need someone to help you carry for science project? Well what do you know! Isagi is already picking it up!

Need some one to spike? Isagi is literally Hinata wym (his spikes are awful, but you teach him how to do it and then becomes decently good actually!)

He confesses on accident lmao

He had finally, FINALLY, mustered the courage to ask you out!!! After literal YEARS of pining after you. 💀

He was supposed to tell you to meet him at the fair, because he had something he wanted to tell you (confess) but instead of

’Hey- We are still good for the fair right? I have something I wanna tell you there :-)”

he said..

”I’m gonna ask you out at the fair- you’re coming still right?”

sigh, Isagi, Isagi, Isagi

and you are just like ‘??? Did I hear that right??”

and it takes him a second to realize what the flip he just said

he just turns all red and is stuttering out incoherent nonsense

he wanted to die so bad

and you’re also like terribly flustered and caught off guard by the sudden confession

You had a feeling he liked you, but you weren’t sure if he really did feel the same!!

you just awkwardly-nervously tell him you feel the same and answer his original question with a soft ‘yes’

and he’s just like ?!?!??

i’m sensing a theme here..

He actually, genuinely, CANNOT believe YOU like him

like WHAT. This pretty, smart, funny, amazing, perfect, girl- actually likes me?!?

‘..so like …. Um … are we like… dating .. now ?’ is all he says

Real smooth Isagi, real smooth 😐

You then ask if this fair is a date now

which he’s like ‘I guess it is’

You both do the awkward goodbye and he goes straight to the boys bathroom and splash’s water on his face

He was genuinely tweaking

And that’s how you two became a couple! :3

The fair date was really fun, but super awkward bc, Isagi 🙂‍↕️

He tried winning you those big stuffed animals, and failed miserably 💀

He really wanted to get it for you too— then you ask if you can try it

You win on the first try.

hes just like ‘🧍‍♀️’

super embarrassed lmaooooo- but super impressed

Also he like… wants to hold you hand… but is like overthinking it so bad

‘Is it too soon??’ ‘Yeah it’s too soon’ ‘Would she even like holding my hand??’ ‘No she wouldn’t’ —-

Doesnt end up holding your hand 😔

You both end your first date on the ferris wheel

You both just chat about wtv, and that you didn’t think he’d like you

and he’s like ‘WHAT’

After he walks you home he immediately changes your contact name “Y/N-san” to “my girlfriend y/n💙”

Now! General HCs! :3

Isagi is such a good hype man ong, like you’re not feeling your best? Well Isagi is gonna make you feel like a thousand bucks!!

He thinks you’re the most perfect person to exist and cannot fathom you thinking you’re anything else but that

super sweet when comforting too, he’ll either hold your hand, hold your shoulders, or actually hold you when he comforts you.

Btw he gets super pumped up at your vb games, he’s like wearing your school/jersey colors and cheering for you in the bleachers

At first he didn’t really understand how the game worked, since the only sport that exists to him is soccer 💀

Really likes playing volleyball with you! He’s really good at digging and passing and so-so at spiking. He’s STUNNING at setting, because of yours truly 😚 like yes, I taught him that 🥹

hes got a mean serve though 😋

Now!

for the affectionate scale! Id say he’s about a 8/10 tbh

Hes like a clingy cat who always wants to lay on your lap lmao

always holding your hand, ALWAYS.

is a sucker for cheek kisses omg ><

He gets all blushy-n-gushy when you kiss his cheeks (anywhere really, but cheek kisses are his fav!!)

He gets soooo flustered when you give him affection or he gives you affection

eventually he gets used to it but he still blushes when you give him some love <33

He loves the simple hugs :) He loves squishing his cheek against you shoulder/neck and rub circles around you waist, while you massage his neck and blue locks (haha pun intended ( ͡ ° ͜ʖ ͡ °) )

Loves laying on your thighs obviously 😌 loves anything with your thighs tbh

His ideal date is probably going to see a movie or just walking around wherever and getting dinner 🙃

He will literally do whatever you want — so just tell him whatchu wanna do and he’ll be on board!!

Really appreciates it when you come to his games <33 it makes him feel so loved and valued <33

also feeds his ego 💀 in his mind he’s like ‘haha yeah, my gf came to my game, these losers don’t even have a gf 😌’

super cheesy btw- but it’s like the best kind of cheesy

Brings you pretty roses :) and likes to buy you keychains whenever he finds one he thinks you’ll like

love any gift you wanna give him, but really melts at the heartfelt ones

help I really yapped on this one 😭

anywho I think you guys would be real cute :)

I ship fr fr😽

hope you like it! 😭💗

(also did see your inbox question but by the time I got it I was literally done with the HCs 😭😭 …. HOPE YOU STILL LIKE IT??)

runner ups!

Kuroo Tetsuro

Karasu Tabito

Bokuto Kotaro (HEAR ME OUT..)

[tubchunk]

q!tubbo, fred, and how far are you willing to go?

So I have THOUGHTS about the lore today :D

FIRSTLY:

When watching the stream, I was so convinced that the letter Fred left asking q!Tubbo on a date was fake, a trap by the federation. But now, realising that it was actually genuine, it was a real desire they expressed, and q!Tubbo never lost faith once that he meant that invitation, breaks my heart. I don't know when Fred realised that their feelings may be something other than just friendly (if they even are completrly), but I bet the movie date and q!Tubbo's endless kindness and patience towards her is what made them want to push a bit further. I wouldn't be surprised if Fred forgets about the Federation, what they have done, and what their position means, when they're talking to, thinking about, or simply with q!Tubbo. Because he never treats him as "Federation Worker WA02". They're Fred. They're someone who exchanges letters with a curious, kindhearted, chaotic engineer, using flowers to communicate things too large to put into words on a page. That's who they are when picking up the letter where q!Tubbo says yes to a date, telling him to pick him up whenever.

But then, like with q!Pierre, q!Quackity comes and kidnaps him, and that stark reality returns. Because to the other islanders, he is a Federation employee, working for an organization that has hurt, tortured and manipulated the people of the island to the point of memory loss and trauma. In q!Pierre's case, Fred was DIRECTLY involved in what happened to him, and to q!Quackity, he is the symbol of what took everything from him. They don't care about what Fred may be like away from the office, he is an employee of the vessel of their worst nightmares. This isn't usually a problem for them, he defaults to the persona she must adopt as a high-ranking employee, with no fear and curt responses that don't reveal much.

Until they bring q!Tubbo into their threats.

And that shakes them up, something in them twists. Not him, he has nothing to do with any of this. Fred says that every time, cuz to them, q!Tubbo is the part of their life that is untainted by the things he has done as a Federation employee. He's the boy who taught him what a friend was, who always wished he was healthy in every letter he wrote, who promised to protect him with what little he had cuz he cared. They have never seen q!Tubbo as anything other than kind, patient, and understanding. He needs them to stay separate, both for q!Tubbo's safety, but also his own. Because they think the moment q!Tubbo finds out what he has done, he thinks he'll leave. Why would someone as kind as him stay by his side after finding out they're a monster?

But q!Tubbo isn't exactly what Fred thinks he is, either.

The same boy who excitedly showed him Wall-E in the cinema, who picked flowers to give him every time they wrote, is also the one who laughed down the barrel of Cucurucho's gun pointed at him, before making his escape. He's snuck into the Fed office multiple times and broken into all its parts, he's broken several rules and continues to do so without a care. HE WENT TO THE NETHER !!! HE LAVACASTED A FED BUILDING!! MAJORITY OF THE ISLAND CURRENTLY WANTS HIM THROWN BEHIND BARS AND HE DOESN'T CARE !!!

Quackity (the cc) had said during the Brazil meetup streams that following events would push the people of the server to see how far they would be willing to go. And I can so clearly see how this would factor in for fred and qtubbo's arc.

Fred has been convinced by q!Quackity that q!Tubbo now hates him. But he doesn't know that, despite q!Quackity trying everything, q!Tubbo refused to be angry at Fred. His faith in them is unwavering TO A FAULT. And he has said before, he does not CARE whether Fred has hurt people or harmed them, because that's his friend (cough cough partner). He knows Fred better than anyone else, and would not think to abandon him through anything. And if he's done bad things? q!Tubbo would not care, he'd probably be willing to walk down into hell with Fred's hand in his if it came to it. Who's to say, to get Fred back, q!Tubbo wouldn't snitch to the Federation? Anything to get the one he cares about back. He promised to protect them. That's how far he's willing to go. Even if it means everyone on the island hates him even more. If it's Fred, he's willing to do it.

q!Tubbo would be willing to burn all his bridges if it meant keeping him and Fred warm.

i was kinda disappointed with the lore today cuz i had hoped it would be more qtubbo centric, but i guess shit must havebeen shifted around cuz tubbo is travelling and it wasnt the best convenience for him but PRAYINGGGGG they do something with this and qtubbo gets his true neutral/villain arc for fred toxic yuri coded frubbo are so real to me

[momojedi]

— HEMLOCK topic. hunter x gn! jedi! reader

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type. loss, pt 3 note. uh oh, its a series now. warnings. imprisonment, creepy hemlock, non-con touch (non-sexual), just hemlock being the creep i perceive him as word count. 737 tag list: @ooostarwarsfandom501st @shadow-rebel-223

star wars masterlist || pinned post

I stare at the straw doll.

"Tha-," I gulp, running my tongue over cracked lips, "Thanks." The girl smiles at me, a genuine and kindhearted quirk in the corner of her mouth. "You're welcome." Her words are heavily accented and laced with so much authenticity, I can't help but flash her a tiny grin. "What's your name?" "O-"

"Ah, I see you two are bonding already." Before she can finish her answer, a cool voice interrupts her. We simultaneously turn our heads to the cell door. In it stands a man with dark hair and piercingly blue eyes. He's calm, perceiving us in a creepy manner as he scans her, the doll in my hands before then moving on to me. His gaze lingers on me for a second and the urge to shrink and disappear suddenly becomes very prominent. He turns to the girl.

"Dr Karr must be waiting on you," he speaks in a soft manner that yet radiates more cold than warmth, "move along." Hesitantly, as if refusing to leave me behind, she sends a swift glance my way. I nod. She wouldn't be able to do much for me, either way, especially not in my current state. Then, she slowly makes her way over to the man and slips out of the cell, though not before giving me on last wave. The man watches her disappear down the hallway, hands clasped behind his back. "She seems to have taken a liking to you," he hums, not looking at me.

I don't respond, no, instead I observe him until my thoughts drift over to what Dr Karr had said earlier. My brows furrow. "You're Hemlock," I realise, eyes widening. Was this the man responsible for my capture? Responsible for the weeks upon weeks of mental as well as physical torture? His low chuckle interrupts my thoughts.

"Well observed." Hemlock approaches me, taking confident strides over to me until he stands in front of me, right where I'm leaning against the wall. He's close, too close than I'd consider comfortable, caging me in to the point I can practically smell his breath. Minty. "You're [name], " He states, offering me a smile though nothing about it is kind, "You were a Jedi during the war. Commander, if I'm not mistaken?"

I bite my lip and glue my eyes to the polished floor. It's still sparkling from when the last maintenance crew cleaned up. Out of the corner of my sight, I notice a quirk in his lips. Hemlock has clearly taken notice of my reaction. My fingers twitch and I try my best to suppress the sudden itch I feel to knock him to the ground.

"Oh, the Jedi," he purrs, a hint of mock lacing his tone, "truly a bummer what happened to them." Hemlock sighs. "If only they hadn't betrayed the-" "They didn't betray shit," I bark, snapping out of my distant state. Hemlock looks taken aback for a second, a surprised glint flickering in his eyes, but he quickly gathers himself.

"Oh? That's not what official reports said." "That's because your official reports are nothing but a load of bantha fodder." I growl. He stares at me, his ice cold eyes meeting mine and a shiver runs down my spine. The sudden urge to tear my eyes away from him overtakes me and despite my defiance, I scowl yet lower my gaze. Hemlock doesn't like it.

"Look at me." I ignore him, shutting my eyes and shutting him out in the process. "I said," he breathes steadily, hot air hitting my face, "look at me."

The hand that finds itself at my neck knocks the air out of me when he grips my chin and forces me to look at him.

"You are alone. None of your Jedi friends will save you; not here, nor anywhere else in the galaxy. And you know why? Because they're all dead," he closes his eyes and sighs silently, his tone growing soft again, almost loving, when he rises again, readjusting the glove on his hand, "I'm giving you a chance here. A chance to survive, to be part of a greater purpose. It's up to you to take it."

Fixing him with a glare, I lean my head back to gather as much saliva as I can before spitting at his feet.

"My family will come for me. They'll save me."

At least I hope so.

[blastaway2004]

As someone who really likes both A:TLA and The Dragon Prince, this take infuriates me so much because, I love both Aang and Ezran for different reasons:

“Watched season 6 of TDP recently and Ezran is a much better character than Aang.

Ezran is a kid too and he tends to be naive.

But where ATLA uses Aang's age as an excuse for his actions, TDP stresses that while Ezran is young, that's not a reason for him to never take responsibility. That's not a reason for him to cling to the past and never move forward. He needs to grow up and face chal-lenges.

I also feel like Ezran's vision of peace and Aang's vision of peace are very different.

Aang tries to push his own ideals on other people, and gets frustrated when they don't agree. But Ezran understands and acknowledges that people are in pain. He knows peace doesn't come easy which is why he uses his position to take the first steps.

And to be honest, Ezran just had more growth”.

People who say this stuff are morons with no media-literacy. And yes, they ship Zutara.

I’m sorry, but I’ve never seen The Dragon Prince. But I have heard it’s good, made by Aaron Ehasz and Sokka voices the main character. So I can’t really comment on Ezran, but as for Aang…

OP blatantly lies about Aang and just doesn’t understand or remember his character. For one the show NEVER uses his age as an excuse for his actions. His age is only really brought up in the context that he has so much pressure thrust upon him as the Avatar, something no 12 year old should be put through.

Aang is genuinely a kindhearted person, but whenever he does do something wrong, he’s either called out for it, apologizes or at the very least realizes his mistake. When he hides the letter from Hakoda, Sokka is pissed and Katara is disappointed, Aang doesn’t try to justify what he did, he knows it was wrong and accepts the consequences. When he burns Katara he swears off firebending, he feels remorse over giving into negativity and hatred when Appa was stolen and bottles up his emotions. In EIP he clearly realizes kissing Katara was stupid and the latter is rightfully annoyed.

The whole point of the show is Aang taking responsibility and actively seeking to save the world, which he does. He grows up and faces many challenges, in The Storm, he says

“I’m done dwelling on the past. I can't make guesses about what would have turned out if I hadn't run away. I'm here now and I'm going to make the most out of it”.

That’s precisely what Aang does during the series.

“Aang tries to push his own ideals on other people, and gets frustrated when they don't agree. But Ezran understands and acknowledges that people are in pain. He knows peace doesn't come easy which is why he uses his position to take the first steps.”

I am so sick of this notion that Aang tries to push his ideas on people. I know what episode they’re referring to, and Aang never tried to force his ideals on Katara. He actively acknowledges that Katara is in pain.

“Wait! Stop! I do understand. You're feeling unbelievable pain and rage. How do think I felt about the sandbenders when they stole Appa? How do you think I felt about the Fire Nation when I found out what happened to my people?”

He knows that peace doesn’t come easy, he urges Katara to face the killer, she doesn’t forgive him like Aang expected her to, but Aang takes no issue with this, he’s just proud she didn’t give into her hatred and chose to forgive Zuko, who need I mention, Aang had taken the first step by offering him friendship and saving his life.

The thing is, I and many other don’t take issue with criticism regarding Aang, for example I wish he was shown apologizing to Katara in EIP and I wish his conflict about killing Ozai was set up earlier. All Anti-Aang criticisms essentially have no merit to them, this one in particular actively fails to understand character and makes up elements that were never at play, the stuff they say Aang didn’t do, he actually did, you’d have to be blind not to notice.

[astroyongie]

Some Tea 😵‍💫

Note: Please don’t ask names ! and just enjoy ! 

NCT

This idol substance consumption is getting worst by time 

You aren’t ready for the amount of creativity for the solo of this idol 

SKZ

This idol is getting tired, and tired by the day to the point where you can see it through the performances 

Ateez

This idol is coming fast with some great news he wants to share with his fans 

The amount of resilience This idol has, nothing can break him through 

This idol is going through a very hard, harsh period of his life. he needs support emotionally 

This idol wants a solo, and he shall have it with all his work 

EXO

This idol is genuinely a child inside, he just is unable to take things seriously and he just want to live a good life away from responsibility 

BTS

This idol is dating his twin flame 

This idol will take a time out from the public eye and the media in general 

Seventeen

This idol is healing 

GOT7

This idol is extremely protected by his company that covers everything he does that could be potencial scandals 

Enhypen

This idol regrets the bad deed he has done to some of his coworkers 

TXT

This idol cheated on his partner 

This idol suffers a lot from loneliness 

CIX

This idol probably had like a hidden family life in a way 

MX

This idol has some issues with their internal voice that can say very mean things 

TBZ

This idol is letting go of everything that has hurt him in the past and he is trying to become a better person

This idol doesn’t listen to people, either it’s his managers, the company, his teammates or even the fans. he just doesn't care

This idol is a candy, he is just jovial and he loves life and he wants everyone to be happy 

Treasure

This idol has become a little bit too obsessed with his religion 

Shinee

you have no idea how much courage This idol has to pull through all the shit he went through 

P1harmony

He is just so faithful when it comes to the group and his feelings. he is genuine with his fans 

RV

This idol is going on a little trip 

Itzy

This idol is amazing, she is soft and kindhearted and people should be happy to have her In their life

Aespa

This idol is a lot more smart than she lets out, because the company likes when she plays dumb 

BP

it smells.. like baby... or solo ? surprise surprise 

This idol is so smart and you aren’t ready with what they are preparing this time 

Gidle

This idol is full of self confidence mostly due to their higher intuition 

Twice

This idol helps her community so much when it comes to giving financial support. she is an angel 

StayC

This idol needs to be more humble because what she does shouldn’t be something she is proud of 

LSS

This idol is going through a full change (physically)

This idol is extremely lucky at the moment and you can notice it because they are bright and full of life. business going well 

IVE 

This idol is just too blessed when it comes to money and to solo activities and she will keep having solo works by herself out of the group 

[illarian-rambling]

Thanks for the tags @thatuselesshuman @nczaversnick and @phoenixradiant!

OC's 'Most Important' Tag

Rules: Make a list (detailed or not!) of the most important people, events/moments, places, and anything else that shaped your characters into who they are now, describing how/why.

Green for positive

Red for negative

I feel like answering for my shady boy, Djek! What a silly little guy!

Most Important People:

Izjik - As the first of the Outcasts to take a chance on him (she talked him out of killing her and rescued him from being killed himself in a deal gone bad), Djek has always kind of looked up to Izjik. She's older, more confident, a better fighter, and more sure in her convictions. He sees her as a sort of older sister he never had. They two of them have a lot of fun together as the more outgoing pair in the quartet, and tend to handle any of the more socially delicate situations the quartet comes across.

Sepo - Now here is both a brother figure and a bother figure. Djek loves to get people riled up. He loves to skirt the edge of being funny and making people genuinely mad. Sepo is his main target for these shenanigans, as the grouchy siren is always ready to pick a fight. Arguing with Sepo is Djek’s favorite hobby, and he does hold a lot of respect for him, it's just funny watching his face get super red. Djek sees Sepo as the most responsible member of the group and looks to him for big decisions. He's always deeply touched when Sepo places any trust in him.

Twenari - His little buddy! Djek took one look at this overly serious, old soul of a twelve-year-old and decided it was his job to teach her how to have fun. He takes her to concerts Izjik and Sepo might not approve of, helps her save money for piercings, and talks with her when she's worried about making friends at school. He also holds a lot of respect for her intellectual and sorcerous talent. Djek is well aware that Twenari is a better sorcerer than he'll ever be, but instead of being bitter about getting shown up by a preteen, he's happy to learn from her while coming up with his own creative applications for spells.

Tyche - When Djek first joined the Tunnel Wasps, Tyche was his mentor. After years alone on the streets as a child, he thought of her as his best friend as well. To him, she was his anchor, his ride or die. And Tyche... just didn't feel the same. She saw him as a bit of a disappointment, to be honest. She took him in with the hope that a sorcerer under her employ would boost her reputation within the gang, but Djek’s sorcery is more of a joke than an asset, and he was too kindhearted to ever make a proper Tunnel Wasp thug. I won't go too far into spoilers, but when Tyche got the option between Djek’s life and a fat paycheck, she chose the latter.

Daedryn - Not exactly a figure from his past, Daedryn kidnapped Djek to use as insurance to make Izjik behave while being transported to the All-Temple, the center of the Illarian church, to be cleansed of her connection to End (aka murdered). Daedryn is like Djek in a lot of ways; desperate for approval, soft beneath a tough exterior, and highly empathetic. In his attempts to appeal to her humanity, Djek learned an important lesson about himself in the process - to always listen to his heart when it says something is wrong.

Most Important Moments/Events:

Getting abandoned as a child - Djek was born to a pair of factory workers as the fifth of six children. They never lived comfortably exactly, however, when famine struck the city of Fayuki, things went from bad to desperate. So far as Djek knows, his parents sacrificed him to the streets in an effort to save the rest of his siblings by cutting down on mouths to feed solely because he was the weakest and neediest of his siblings (really, it had more to do with his uncanny resemblance to his mother's coworker, but he doesn't know that). He found himself homeless at the age of seven, not expected to do anything but starve like the rest of the city. However, against all odds, Djek survived. He relied on his small size and cunning fingers to steal and beg. Later, while trying to protect himself from a beating, he discovered his latent sorcery by casting a shadow spell. He used that to survive as well and made it on his own to age fifteen, though he was always a loner for his sensitive demeanor, even among street kids.

Betraying the Tunnel Wasps - The Tunnel Wasps were who got Djek off the streets. Tyche took him in and used him as a thief and lookout. Even so, Djek just wasn't cut out for the gang's brutal methods. The thought of killing made him sick. It was when he was asked to kill the kidnappers of the gang leader's daughter (Izjik and Sepo) that he finally broke and ran away.

Sparing Daedryn - Djek had a lot of reasons to kill Daedryn, and so did Izjik. But it wasn't like people hadn't had a lot of reasons to kill Djek himself before. He knew what it was like to be a pawn in a game bigger and more cruel than you could ever understand. He ended up putting himself between her and Izjik, pleading for Daedryn's life. This was the moment where Djek first realized that his soft heart wasn't a detriment. He saved Daedryn's life and ultimately, if he hadn't done that, every god in the sky and every mortal atop the seas would've died in End's scourge.

Most Important Places (to his story):

Fayuki - This is the city Djek grew up in. It's a humid place, surrounded by thick walls to keep out the dangers of the Kyoku jungle. He doesn't remember his childhood home except for the fact that the walls and air were always stained with coal smog from the nearby factory. When he thinks of where he grew up, he remembers a little overhang on the roof of an abandoned butcher shop. The only way up was to shimmy up a drain pipe in a foot-wide alleyway, so Djek was protected from the bigger kids there.

Nace - This is where he lived for four years with the other Outcasts between book 1 and 2. He did his best to start a locksmithing business, and while it didn't go the best, he definitely learned some valuable lessons.

Anything Else That's Important:

His sorcery - Djek is a sorcerer (a mage with the inborn ability to cast spells), but not a very powerful one. If most sorcerers are a 5 on a scale of 10, he's about a 2. However, what he lacks in power, he makes up for in creativity. Djek knows how to use what he's got in interesting ways. He's also very humble when it comes to learning from Twenari - a girl seven years his junior.

I'll tag @honeybewrites @daisywords @sidhewrites @shit-lit-bitch and anyone else who wants in :)

[kirans-wonderland]

hihi!! PICTURE THIS~~~

*ahem*

Leona and MC end up switching personalities :D :D probably alchemy class or smth smh

and the MC has a really kind and respectful personality so it’s like a complete 180?? I need some kind Leona and sassy MC in my life.

teehee just an idea :)))

Σ੧(❛□❛✿) omgjfhfhdjd my first ask!!! Hi anon~ <3 

I love this concept so much. Personality switching is gold. 

Honestly half the magic of this scenario is in Leona attending class in the first place. 

Leona & gn!reader (since it wasn’t specified) 

warnings: Nice Leona is scary 

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How the Tables have Turned Carnivore

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*POOF* 

…

Why can’t anything just go right in alchemy class. It’s almost like having wily teenagers handle combustible materials and volatile magic was a disaster waiting to happen. 

    A plume of colorful smoke enveloped a cauldron station, a coughing fit erupting from the center of the cloud drawing the attention of the surrounding student and professor. As the smoke cleared, the cauldrons attendees were revealed to be Leona Kingscholar and ____. Ace rushed over to their side laying a hand on ____’s shoulder. 

“ARE YOU ALRIGHT?! You’re not turning into a toad right!? 

His hand was quickly shoved off their shoulder with a scoff. “Get your hand off me herbivore, do I look like a toad to you?” They finished with a glare. The man was too stunned to speak. What was that? Before Ace could retaliate, he was interrupted by a Savanahclaw student, “Housewarden! You ok?” 

“Yes I’m alright, thank you. ____, are you sure you’re alright?” Leona asked, genuine concern lacing his voice. “Yeah, of course. Stop worrying about me stupid carnivore.”

    Now the room was silent. No one could understand what black magic they had just witnessed. Professed Crewel had approached their station by now with a stern gaze “What exactly just happened here whelps?” He barked with a crack of his baton on his hand. ____ was the first to respond to his question. 

“The carnivore over there’s tail knocked something extra into the mix.” 

“Yes, it was entirely my mistake, they did nothing wrong professor. I’m sorry, I’ll be more careful from now on.” Leona added. Yup. The students were convinced the world was ending. Crewel sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose “I don’t get paid enough for this” he muttered under his breath. “It seems to be a benign personality switch potion, it should wear off by tomorrow. Just-“ he paused exasperatedly rubbing his temples “don’t cause too much trouble until then.” 

~~~~~~~~

     Ace and Deuce were dumbfounded. Their normally sweet and kindhearted friend had been hurtling insults left and right. They brought the rest of Heartslaybul along as they watched ____ sleep in Leona’s prized spot in the botanical gardens. Cater took out his phone and pressed record “someone poke them.” “What!?” Was the resounding response from the group. “I said what I said” Cater stated pushing Deuce closer to the sleeping prefect. “What wait why me?!” “‘Cause you’re obvs their fav. Duh~” Cater mused. Deuce whimpered as he walked closer reaching out his hand and lightly poking their cheek. Their eyes snapped open meeting Deuce’s as they let out a low growl of warning. The boy quickly scampered back to group like a puppy that just got scolded. “T-they growled at me.” He was distraught. Trey ruffled his hair a bit. “Maybe” Ace teased, “you’re just not their favorite after all.” “Pleaseeeee~ if you had done that-” Cater started “Ace, they would have bitten you.” Trey finished. “For once it wouldn’t be me removing your head” Riddle chuckled. 

 ~~~~~~~

Leona was confusing just as many people with his active and attentive attendance and consistent smile. People were clearing the halls for him faster then they ever had before. Ruggie was surprised to bump into him in the cafeteria. 

“Oh hey Leona, what’d ya need me to get for you today.” 

“Don’t worry about it Ruggs, I already got something” he said holding up a sandwich “aaand~ I got one for you. My treat.” Leona smiled pulling out another sandwich from behind his back. *Ruggie.exe.is-buffering* The hyena snatched the sandwich then took a step back “uhhh are you ok Leona? Did you hit your head during practice or something?” 

“No I’m alright, thanks for asking! How are you doing today? 

“Nuh-uh I’m out this is too creepy” Ruggie left the cafeteria to find Jack to confirm that he wasn’t hallucinating this nice Leona.

~~~~~

“I don’t appreciate being punked Ruggie…” Jack grumbled as his upperclassmen dragged him around claiming Leona was ‘out of his mind’. 

“I’m not kidding Jack!! He bought ME a sandwich and called me ‘Ruggs’” he shivered just thinking about the nickname. He wouldn’t have minded if it was from someone else but Leona? No, that was nightmare inducing. The two finally found him in the courtyard. 

“Look there he is! LEONA!” Ruggie called out. He turned to look at them and waved 

“Hey Ruggie. Jack, good to see you. Great job in practice yesterday!” He exclaimed patting the wolf man on the back.” Ok… maybe Leona is just in a realllly good mood. Jack thought. 

“So… where you headed” Ruggie inquired. 

“To my room to do some homework” Leona replied nonchalantly.

“You mean to nap?” Jack prodded. 

“No? Why would I nap when there’s work to be done? It would mess with my sleep schedule anyways.” The boys felt like something shattered when Leona uttered those words. 

Ruggie tentatively cleared his throat  “uh Leona, how do you feel about your nephew?” 

Leona’s smile double in size “he’s only the most adorable thing ever.” 

“Ruggie….” 

“Y-yeah Jack?” 

“Run.” 

“Right behind you buddy.” 

And run they did. Far away from a confused Leona. 

~~~~~~~

The next morning the two groups were waiting outside ____ and Leona’s dorms respectively. The Heartslaybul crew hid behind Deuce as he knocked the door to Ramshakle. They waited in anticipation as they heard shuffling and footsteps inside. The door opened with a creak to reveal the prefect still in their sleepwear. 

“Oh hey guys.. what do I owe the pleasure this early in the morning.” 

The group let out a resounding sigh of relief.

“I’m really your favorite right?”

“Deuce isn’t really your favorite right? 

Both boys said in unison only adding to ____’s confusion. 

“Guys what? I don’t think I’m awake enough for this yet-“ 

“We’re just glad you’re back to you being you babes~ We’ll let you wake up” Cater winked before grabbing the frosh and started to leave. 

“I’m glad the prefect is no longer so uncouth” Riddle stated as the group has exited ramshackle. The rest let out statements of agreement when Deuce felt his phone go off. 

Meanwhile  Ruggie and Jack knocked on their dorm leaders door. With no answer, they pushed opened his door and his was still sleeping *silent cheering* this was a good sign. If Leona was back to normal, Ruggie would die for this but he swore anything was better than peppy Leona. Thus, he started shaking the Leona and telling him to wake up. 

“OI” Leona growled loudly and slashing with his claws “KNOCK IT OFF”

Ruggie just looked back at Leona and broke into laughter.

“I never though I’d be so happy to see your murderous glare” he collapsed on the floor. The lions now confused and angry gaze made it’s way over the Jack. The wolf man looked down at the floor clearing his throat, “uhm it’s good to have you back Housewarden…” with that he backed out of the room and ran down the hall. 

And so, all was well again at Night Raven… well, that was until the next inevitable mishap. 

~~~~~~~~ 

I hope you liked it Anon!! I had to sneak in some Deuce love cause Deuce <3. This was a really fun request to write thank you! 

[atinystraynstay]

Close As Strangers - Kim Namjoon

Synopsis: Namjoon has been working hard on opening a new art gallery. When you two were together, you knew he was passionate about it. You loved watching his eyes light up just being around anything artistic. His eyes kept glancing towards the front door. Even though you two split, he couldn't help but wonder - would you show up?

Pairing: Art Collector!Kim Namjoon x Artist!reader

Genre: angst - post-breakup, still in love with your ex

Inspiration: Close As Strangers - 5 Seconds of Summer

Word Count: 2.3k

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Everyone was filling into the venue space Namjoon rented out. There were tables set up towards the front of art gallery with simple finger foods, a subtle way to encourage people to eat before they begin to wonder the exhibit. The last thing Namjoon needed to worry about was someone touching a piece and smearing the art work with cheese or something.

Champagne had been popped as a way to mark the official opening of the art gallery. There was light chatter, the occasional person coming up to congratulate him on his success. He offered a polite smile to strangers, thanking them for coming. Yet, with each interaction, with each movement, his eyes glanced towards the front of the venue space.

Would you come? He sent an invitation a few weeks back but was met with only radio silence. There was still a chance.

Namjoon and you had started dating right as the pandemic began to ease up. As a way to mark your reemergence into society, you both ended up going to an art museum. He still remembers the way you analyzed each piece, she people getting frustrated with you for taking up so much room. But they didn't get it. Their approach to museums was just to look at the piece and move on.

Not you. Maybe it helped that you studied art in college, but you liked learning about the piece as well as the artist behind it. You would read each descriptor, finding out about the biography of the artist, why they made a particular piece, and what they were trying to portray. You appreciated the hard work and sheer dedication it took to craft any type of art.

What Namjoon appreciated was how considerate you were. You weren't the type to offer harsh critiques, to think you were better. Your eyes took in each piece, almost as if you were following each stroke. You were trying to take in everything you could to make yourself a better artist. He never thought he would meet someone who was so into art as himself, to view things just as he did.

You two made a routine. Fridays, you would go out to a different museum. You alternated who chose the museum. Afterwards, you would go to a restaurant in the city to discuss the pieces you liked over a glass of wine. You then offered insight into various other topics - philosophy, politics, latest trends you saw on your TikTok. He believed he found his better half.

He was captivated not just by your technique, but by you. You had this magic ability to gather everyone's attention without saying a word. All eyes immediately went on you. He wasn't sure if it was because of your radiating smile, always coming across as approachable and kindhearted. Or if it was for your outer beauty. You were just breathtaking. it definitely had to be a combination of both.

Soon, you guys began to travel the world to different art galleries. There were times you felt guilty as Namjoon insisted on paying for everything. All he ever needed was your company.

While you enjoyed the opportunity to travel the world together, to explore and experience new things, that's all you guys did. It would be going to a new country just for an art museum. Sometimes it felt like you two left just as quickly as you arrived. You tried convincing him to take a break from art to explore parts of the cities you were in.

In response, he just brushed you off. He stated that he was here on business. Namjoon genuinely thought you would enjoy being surrounded by art. And there were times you did. Other times, you wanted a break. You wanted to just experience the world around you without viewing artwork and feeling like you were being compared to other artists by your own significant other. it was suffocating.

That was when the cracks in the foundation began to show themselves. Namjoon thought you were changing from the person you said you were, and how you presented yourself to be. You argued that he focused too much on the serious side of life rather than living in the moment.

"Well, maybe if you were a serious artist, you would be inspired rather than be lazy about your craft."

The words he spoke to you still struck a nerve. The constant travel, and lack of support you felt from the person that mattered the most caused you to lose inspiration. You tried out different mediums ranging from ceramics to digital art. Every time you attempted to sit down and create something, you were just more frustrated.

You walked out after that argument. You didn't turn back as you realized you needed to get out of the toxic environment to better yourself. You were an artist after all. There was a strong desire for you to get back to what was important to you, but you needed to unfortunately separate yourself from Namjoon to do so.

Namjoon realized too late that the had lost you. You didn't go chasing after you, figuring you might finally throw yourself in your studio to create. He thought you needed space to feel your emotions. He honestly missed seeing your artwork.

Deep down, he knew he could be a bit stubborn, but he didn't realize how serious the argument was until the next day. Numerous texts and calls were dialed to your number. You ignored every single one of them. He then decided to visit your studio where your art supplies had already been cleared out. What really broke him was seeing that your apartment had already been emptied.

Luckily, he still had one method to reach out to you. Your email. He emailed the invitation to his art gallery to that address. Truly, he had no idea if you would even respond, but he was hopeful.

The minutes passing by felt like hours. His heart was trembling within his soul as he eagerly watched out for you every now and then. Namjoon tried his damn hardest to invest himself in the conversations around him, but he just couldn't. Not when wondering where you were was infiltrating his mind.

The art gallery opened at 7pm. It was now 9:14pm. The gallery was going to be open for another 46 minutes before the after-party started at his condo. There was still time.

The crowd was starting to dwindle as people were making their way through the entire exhibit. Or maybe they were just done with their conversations with other high-list individuals. He could care less.

As the crowd began to grow smaller, he noticed a body staring by the front. He raised an eyebrow. He never noticed that person there before. That was until he recognized it was you.

His eyes widened as he watched you for a moment. You wear wearing a black sleek dress that had a slit up to your mid thigh. Strands of hair framed your face as you had it pulled back. Your makeup was light besides the mascara that coated your eyelashes and the red lipstick on your lips. He noticed you still wore gold jewelry. A glass of champagne was in your hand, still full as your eyes traveled around the venue. You've never looked anymore beautiful.

Eventually, your eyes landed on him. It was as if time stopped. You offered a gentle smile. He was frozen in place as you began to make your way through the crowd.

You actually showed up. "Hi Joonie." He never thought he would hear your voice again. Let alone hear you call him by that name. "Hi y/n," he whispered. He wanted desperately to throw his arms around you, pull you in and never let you go. However, this was his first official art gallery after collecting for so many years. He had to maintain a level of professionalism if he hoped to make it in the industry. "You look elegant as always," he complimented.

You couldn't fight off the smile that came onto your lips. You leaned up to kiss his cheek in a friendly manner. It was enough to nearly make his knees weak. You still had him tightly wound around your little finger. "Care to let me show you around?" He asked upfront. He wasn't even sure why he asked that. He was going rogue.

His nerves settled once you nodded. He offered his arm out to you for which you slipped yours in between. You took a sip of your champagne before nodding, allowing him to lead you through the exhibit he curated.

Honestly, you were beyond proud of him. This has been a dream of his since the day you met. He confessed his wish to open up exhibits throughout the world, especially in underprivileged communities. You both knew that the arts could save lives, and he was determined to see that happen.

You recognized some of the pieces from your journeys together. You were trying to still piece together the pieces of what the underlying theme was. You were surprised Namjoon didn't include descriptions of the pieces.

Was that intentional? Maybe he wanted people to come up and ask questions? He always loved talking about art. You were always impressed with how much knowledge he stored in his mind.

You also remembered how Namjoon could be a bit clumsy. He managed to maneuver the two of you through the crowd pretty successfully. Aside from the occasion tug you had to give him before he bumped into someone. He would blush lightly, saying a quick apology to the person he would walk past.

Part of his distraction was because of you. He kept glancing down at you more times than looking at the path in front of him. Namjoon just couldn't believe you actually showed up.

You wanted to ask questions. You wanted to know about him, how he was doing, what he has been up to. But you figured it would all be answered with time.

Namjoon finally stopped as he reached the back wall of the art exhibit. It was impressive how much he's curated over the years. However, you were not prepared for the final pieces of the gallery.

You had this habit on dates to draw on napkins, often when you were waiting for the waiter to come back with your receipt. You always had pen stashed in your purse for such moments. Your drawings consisted of what was around you - the people at neighboring tables, skylines, dogs, the glasses you and Namjoon finished, sometimes even of himself.

Your eyes widened as you stared at the wall. Hundreds of these little napkins were framed and on the wall. He came to love your little drawings. You never drew them to give them to someone, so he began collecting them. He knew that the staff at the restaurants would just throw them away, and it crushed him to see good art be treated like garbage. They were the parts of you, after all. Every napkin was like a piece of treasure.

The two of you stood there for a moment. You could remember where the two of you were from each napkin. New York, Los Angeles, Paris, Seoul, Milan - just to name a few. You remembered the coffee shops the two of you could go to on a rainy Sunday. You remembered every moment with Namjoon. "I can't believe you did all of this," you whispered. "Angel, this whole gallery is for you. It's our own little lane of memories."

You two just stared at each other. Your eyes were glossy, and admittedly so was his. His life felt meaningless without your presence in it. Every day felt torturous knowing he was at fault for letting you go, for not fighting harder. Now that you were here in front of him, he wasn't going to let you getaway that easily again.

"Namjoon?"

Who the hell was calling his name.

"Namjoon? Hello?"

He watched as you took a step back. You weren't smiling anymore, the tears now falling from his eyes. The world around him started to fade away besides the one voice repeatedly calling his name. What was going on? He tried running to you but he felt his feet were stuck. Everything faded to black.

"Namjoon!" "Can someone please get him some water?"

He blinked his eyes when the world seemed brighter again. There was still chatter of people, but he was now being circled by the people that were closest in his life. Well, everyone besides you.

His eyes flickered towards the front of the gallery. He saw a woman standing in a black dress. Her hair was pulled back, a glass of champagne in her hand. Y/n.

He was about to push past the people that gathered him but froze when he made eye contact. Those weren't your eyes. And you weren't wearing gold. It was someone else. His heart dropped to the pit of his stomach as he took a step back from where he was before. "Seriously, Joon? Are you ok?"

Namjoon let out a shaky breath before nodding. He did his best to put on a bright smile, but the tears in his eyes were a dead giveaway. All his friends were concerned for him. They knew just how important tonight was for him, but not as important as trying to see you again.

"Yeah, I'm okay. I'm sorry. I got lost in my head. Just think about everything that led up to this moment," he chuckled lightly.

All his friends nodded in understanding. Jin rested his hand on his younger friend, squeezing comfortingly. "You've worked so hard. You should be proud of yourself." Everyone agreed as they joined in cheers of their champagne glasses.

If only Namjoon could be proud of himself, of the man he had become. But he couldn't be when he lost the best piece of artwork that entered his life - you.

[loralee-frickfrackao3]

Thoughts on Geto and the dichotomy between how he's perceived and how he acts

While in the middle of a fic, I had to put some thoughts together because I use Geto as the main POV character, and I simply have a lot of thoughts about him and the way he's treated, both by Gege himself, and the fandom.

First and foremost, obviously this is a fictional character who commits entirely fictional crimes and violence and everyone is allowed to play with him, project onto him, and empathize with him in any way they prefer. That said, I get to ramble and air out some thoughts because out of all characters in JJK I feel like Geto is the most contentious and I'm never happy with how either the likers or haters address him.

I've always thought how interesting it is that Geto comes from a normal family (and I would assume comfortably middle class and based in Tokyo - so very well-off and, well-liked, with educated parents and a secure household) and is born with a power of this caliber.

Often, I feel that the fandom talks about him being repressed by non-sorcerers and jujutsu society alike, but I personally think there's a lot of parallels to be made between him and men's entitlement in a societal aspect (please don't call me a misandrist just yet, stay with me!!)

Call this a huge reach, but it's like, for one - Geto understands how rare it is to be Special Grade, and there's no way that kind of title doesn't go to your head. Especially when you learn this as a teenager and find out you're not only Super Duper Ultra Special but that there's thousands of people who come from generations with special powers that will never come even remotely close to your level, no matter how hard they try.

I believe it's mentioned in an interview (with Namakura Yuichi I think?) where it's stated Geto is first classified as Grade One and works his way up, which yes, does imply that he works for his position. But he's also momentarily put into a classification that very few other sorcerers can ever get to. Not to mention as well that his power is simply strong by design. Yes, if he has no curses, he's defenseless, but when he starts gathering a supply, the sky is the limit. And apart from the unpleasant taste and sensation, Geto is never shown to struggle obtaining any curse. He does work for his position, but he already starts at a level that for tons of others is the very top of the ceiling.

He also talks very confidently about who 'the weak' are. Which is often framed as him being Gojo's opposite in high school, being the levelheaded and kindhearted one. But to me, it seems more like being condescending rather than genuinely philanthropic. Even if, to himself, he is.

Unlike Gojo, who lashes out because he's a little air-headed and cocky, because he's a teenager that wants to slack off and isn't used to having responsibilities, Geto seems to have a savior complex.

He's the one with the powers, they're the ones who need to be saved.

And it's not like he has a lot of mercy or respect for other sorcerers either - he talks poorly about Utahime. Unintentionally, which might be worse because he both thinks he's doing her a favor but doesn't even address her directly. He treats the other curse users like annoyances, not threats, he eliminates them in much more visceral ways than Gojo does (compare the way Geto beats the living shit out of the old curse manipulator using his fists and raw physical power and the cartoony/ethereal way Gojo's fights are shown before the Toji fight). And at the first sign of non-sorcerers not being the idealized image of a helpless civilian in need of saving who will bow down and thank him for his service, he detaches completely from having any sympathy or even viewing them as human.

[I know, of course, that in the narrative, Geto's downfall is more an explanation for why he was the villain in JJK0 instead of organic character progression, but for the sake of character exploration as I see it happen, suspend your disbelief please]

So really, I think Geto has the potential to be a very believable and excellent villain, but in a completely different direction from how he's represented in canon. Not to get too dark here, but his character arc is almost incel-like. He doesn't jump into supremacy because he just has these beliefs, but there's hints that he already has biases and preconceptions about the world and his position in it. Coupled with the idea that he's never particularly struggled in his personal life, or at least isn't ever shown to, means he's never had to build the self-reflection and neutrality about the world around him.

And yes, Geto does go through a traumatic event, absolutely, but the way he grapples with it is not by addressing being lonely, or being hurt, or overworked, or having his ego-wounded, which does seem really in-line with how a lot of men lash out at the world around them for their disillusionment. Geto admits to himself that he's lonely, but he never reaches out and only isolates further, practically indulging in his own misery. Likewise, a lot of the backlash, from the fandom side, is on Gojo and Shoko for not being the ones to come to Geto and essentially save him, even though they're dealing with their own shit. Even the canon indulges in this subtly, because Gojo's own narrations and flashbacks constantly show how much he regrets losing Geto.

The whole situation is very close to a mirror of the conflict men have when it comes to dealing with rejection as opposed to a lot of women/POC/queer folk, who have to build up their own defense mechanisms, accept the possibility of rejection and how to manage yourself from a very early age. And then that whole thing leads to a state of arrested development and resentment of the world.

To that end, and this is one of the most terminally online things I have ever written down, I feel a very jarring disagreement with all the takes about Geto being a maternal and feminine-coded character. There's nothing wrong with wanting that characterization, naturally, people can do what they want.

But the more I think about Geto and see the way the narratives treats his character, I can't help but feel there's nothing feminine about it. The way Gege writes and treats female characters by and large lacks the mercy and ambiguity Geto receives. The women in JJK are killed, defeated and humiliated, usually with their only purpose in the narrative being helping a man or making a man feel sad, and they're almost never brought up again once they're out of the narrative.

Riko is not her own character - she's a plot device. Her death is mentioned to be pivotal to both Gojo and Geto, but she's never mentioned and never considered. She's basically an afterthought that makes Geto's tragedy sadder.

Geto and his impact on Gojo come back, again and again, without a single mention of what a horrible person he really was and how many people he ended up hurting. Yuuta, who personally saw Geto's cruelty in demeaning Maki and nearly killing her, wants to give him a mercy death. Gojo never moves on from him, even though the very last words Geto shared with him were how much he hated non-sorcerers and how little remose he has for being who he is. Maki, on the other hand, never gets any narrative fulfillment against Geto or Kenjaku (sure, she has an arc where she gets to be a powerhouse and beats Naoya, but we never even get input from her about Geto when she is the one that has arguable been the most hurt by him from the main cast).

So bottom line, I do think Geto is really fascinating, and I think he's just, interesting to extrapolate from. Frankly, to me, the worse he's admitted to be, the worse he acts and the more hated he is, the better he shines as a character. I got pretty much everything out that I wanted to say with that, if I was in a sitcom I'd be lighting my post-coital cigarette right about now.

[soft-bellied-tannies]

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Jungkook couldn’t help but smile as he listened to Jimin record his intro for the third time. His boyfriend was a perfectionist and his fans would be perfectly fine no matter what he did, but Jimin would happily do fifty takes if he needed to get it right. 

“Welcome back to Mims ASMR, my loves,” Jimin whispered as he fluttered his fingers around the mic. “Today, I am finally going to answer one of the most popular requests in my comment section. We are doing a tour of my jewelry box - specifically my ring collection. There are a lot so let’s get right into it.” 

Jimin clapped his hands, leaned away from his mic, and stopped recording before turning toward Jungkook. “How was that? Better?” 

Jungkook rolled his eyes and crossed the room to sit beside his boyfriend, placing a gentle hand on Jimin’s back. “Baby, all three takes were great. Try not to worry so much, your fans love you no matter what.”

Jimin smiled then formed his lips into a pout, asking for a kiss from his boyfriend. After receiving a chaste peck, he replied, “Thank you, I’m trying to be better about it, but it’s just…I don’t know. I don’t want the quality to go down now that I am getting more popular. No matter how many subscribers I get, I want it to always seem genuine.” 

“You are so cute,” Jungkook said with another kiss on Jimin’s forehead. “I understand and I respect that, but trust yourself. I know it’s hard, but you are good at what you do, Min. You never give less than your best effort.” 

Jimin stood up and hugged Jungkook, squeezing him tight enough to make the other laugh. “I love you so much.” 

“I love you too, baby,” Jungkook replied, holding onto the embrace until Jimin let go. He watched as his boyfriend sat down at his desk and jump right back into his recording. Returning to his spot across the room, Jungkook watched Jimin continue until he finished filming. 

Recording ASMR content had started as a hobby for Jimin to break up the stressful monotony of college academics - doing it mainly for fun until he got a positive response. He put time and money into it during the summer break following his sophomore year and his channel had taken off. At the start of his senior year, Jimin hit half a million subscribers and decided that this may end up being a career instead of a hobby. 

Jungkook had been incredibly supportive, helping him with filming and editing, soothing his worries, and talking him through the less-than-kind comments. That is how he ended up here, sitting beside his boyfriend as the guest in his next video. Jin, one of Jimin’s creator friends, had tagged him in a challenge to do a video of his choice with the creator’s partner. 

Typically, Jungkook would have never agreed to be on camera, however, Jimin always recorded his videos from the mouth down - mostly hidden from the full view to protect his identity. With the ability to remain faceless to the public, Jungkook was more comfortable with the idea. 

Jimin suggested a little Q&A-style video where they would try out different ASMR triggers with each question. It started simply with tapping and whispering before working up to the final one, eating snacks. Jungkook helped Jimin edit the video and watched it over a few times by himself until he came to a realization - he loved the little mukbang segment. 

Jungkook never would have imagined himself considering an ASMR channel of his own, but here he was trying to figure out how to bring it up to Jimin. His thoughts went back and forth between his boyfriend thinking he wasn’t cut out to make content himself to Jimin feeling imposed on and being frustrated with him. All irrational thoughts when Jungkook knew how kindhearted his boyfriend was. 

Within days of Jungkook bringing it up, Jimin had a second backdrop set up in his office and a list of ideas. He ordered another tripod and microphone plus a few decorative trays and cute utensils after doing research on other mukbang creators since it wasn’t his genre. Jimin even asked if Jungkook wanted him there to help with his first video or if he wanted to try recording by himself first to get comfortable in front of the camera. 

His first video was a short little introduction while eating a few snacks, some chips for crunchy sounds and some gummy candy for softer sounds. It was barely ten minutes long, but Jungkook was quite proud of it, especially with Jimin’s constant praise. Thanks to his boyfriend’s generous promotions on his channel and social media accounts, Jungkook’s video had a nice little kickstart behind it - reaching thousands of views within the first week. 

For the next few months, Jungkook explored various foods and started making longer videos. Jimin continued to be incredibly supportive and Jungkook was shocked to find that he had fifty thousand subscribers by the three-month anniversary of his channel. While his videos started as eating sounds only, Jungkook got more comfortable on camera which led to longer storytelling videos accompanied by a regular meal instead of little portions of food. 

His initial upload schedule started as two or three videos per month as he accommodated the lifestyle of filming alongside his academics. He gained an entirely new appreciation for Jimin, who uploaded every Sunday and Thursday, after realizing how skilled his boyfriend’s time management had become and how dedicated he had been over the past two years to maintain that schedule. 

Jimin encouraged him to keep that schedule through their last semester of college, not wanting Jungkook to become overwhelmed with self-imposed expectations and the stress of posting on top of his schoolwork. Both had spent spring break pre-recording content for the last half of their semester knowing the upcoming burden of their last rounds of final exams. 

When the end of the semester came, there were many things to celebrate. Firstly and most obviously, their successful graduation - Jimin with his degree in public relations and Jungkook’s film and video production degree, both earned with honors. They moved into a beautiful apartment together with enough rooms for them both to have their own office. And most exciting, both reached major subscriber milestones - Jungkook hitting one hundred thousand and Jimin hitting one million. 

With their shared financial success and continued enjoyment of making content, it seemed like the logical choice to work on their personal brands full-time. Jimin maintained his normal upload schedule and started to manage both of their public Instagram accounts. Jungkook established a more frequent upload schedule of Monday and Friday along with a new venture, Saturday live streams which he loved. 

Six months after increasing his recordings and doing full mukbang live streams, the higher intake of food started to make an appearance in Jungkook’s figure. He and Jimin both worked out a few times a week, however, his calorie density and growing appetite had certainly gone up to combat those efforts. 

His videos were standard, mostly being small plates and themed platters like crunchy fruits and vegetables or foods of a certain color and texture. His live streams, on the other hand, were often takeout orders or homemade meals typically accompanied by alcohol. They had invested in a table with a cooktop in it for Jungkook’s live streams that he would barbeque trays of meat on or build a pot of stew on - rarely leaving any morsel of food behind. 

Jimin wasn’t certain if Jungkook had realized it yet, but he definitely had. He thought his boyfriend looked incredible, maybe ten pounds heavier since starting his channel the previous year, and a whole lot cuter in Jimin’s eyes. Seeing Jungkook in his normal wardrobe, someone wouldn’t even notice the change, but Jimin was lucky enough to see much more of his boyfriend than other people. 

The first time he noticed it was a morning when Jimin was doing his hair and makeup at his vanity, getting ready to get lunch with Jin and Taehyung - fellow content creators. As it was Saturday, Jungkook was preparing for his live stream since he was doing an afternoon stream that weekend. He had finished showering and was exiting their bathroom with just a towel around his waist, emphasizing the tiniest bit of softness.

Jimin couldn’t put his finger on why, but he thought that Jungkook held the new weight very handsomely, looking strong and warm. He made an effort after that to check him out more often, his eyes and hands landing on Jungkook’s midsection throughout the day whenever he had the chance. 

Becoming more aware of it, Jimin could easily see where it came from - his boyfriend’s menu has grown in size for his content, but there was a very specific factor that he thought was attributed to the gain. Jungkook was averaging two to three hours for his live streams, usually finishing his meal within the first hour but refilling his drink until the very end. 

Neither of them was into party life during college, however, they both had quite the alcohol tolerance. For his weekend streams, Jungkook had regularly picked up a six-pack of whatever beer sounded interesting - sometimes even trying new brands and reviewing them on stream. 

During the first couple of months of streaming, he would finish one or two beers before switching to water. Then, he gradually started grabbing a third or fourth while he talked and picked at the remaining food. It was now expected for him to finish at least four, occasionally seeing off the entire pack, chugging the first in one go before starting his meal, and enjoying the other five throughout his stream. 

Jungkook was putting away well over a thousand calories in beer alone every weekend on top of his big meals. Even though he was never one to fixate on calorie counting, Jimin knew that his boyfriend was probably averaging one or two pounds per stream which clearly explained his slow but steady gain. 

Jimin waited to see if Jungkook would address it, positively or negatively, rather than bring it up himself. He undeniably enjoyed watching his boyfriend’s midsection grow in tandem with his happiness and success - if the scale climbed with his subscriber count, Jimin wasn’t going to complain about it. 

Almost another six months passed and Jungkook had yet to mention it. The only rationale Jimin could come up with was that his boyfriend didn’t fully realize the change with how slow the progression had been. Because he was, admittedly, a little fixated on it, Jimin tracked the subtle changes and paid attention to things like the fit of his clothes and the feel of his body. 

It finally came up nearly two years after moving into their new place. Jungkook had hit half a million subscribers and went all out on his live stream. He ordered a bunch of his favorite food with quite a few drink options and Jimin even dropped in for a little bit before calling it a night. His celebration stream was nearly six hours long, ending around three in the morning. 

After a drunken clean-up of his office, Jungkook crawled into bed and passed out until nearly noon. Jimin was preparing hangover soup for him when Jungkook managed to climb out of bed. He ambled into the kitchen wearing only sweatpants and his impressive bedhead, one hand scratching his stomach as he yawned. 

The evidence of his indulgence from the previous night was quite prominent. Jimin turned to greet him, but he choked on his words as he stared at Jungkook. His waistband was sitting low on his hips, emphasizing the round swell of his stomach. Although most of it could be blamed on bloating, Jimin felt confident in saying that his boyfriend officially had a little beer belly. 

“Man, I really overdid it last night,” Jungkook said, rubbing both hands over his distended middle. 

Jimin wasn’t certain if his boyfriend was doing it on purpose, but he was struggling to keep his cool, ready to abandon his post at the stove and drag Jungkook back to their bedroom. Testing the waters, he replied, “Think you might have been overdoing it for a little while now, love.” 

Jungkook’s head snapped up, staring at Jimin with a look of faux exasperation. He moved his hands to his hips. “Park Jimin, are you shaming my dad bod right now?” 

“I think we are supposed to have kids before you can claim the dad bod excuse, Ggukie, but you can believe whatever you want,” Jimin quipped, excited to hear his boyfriend leaning into the teasing and hyping up his own body rather than feeling insecure about it.

Jungkook rolled his eyes and walked up behind Jimin who was still dutifully stirring the soup. He moved his hands across his boyfriend’s slim waist and whispered, “Would it help if I said you were a total milf?” 

Jimin threw his head back onto Jungkook’s shoulder laughing loudly, not expecting that response at all. After turning off the heat on the stove, Jimin turned around in his boyfriend’s arms and went up on his toes for a kiss. “Whatever you want to call it, I think you look hot, babe.” 

It seemed like that was exactly what Jungkook needed to hear. Within seconds, he lifted Jimin onto the counter and stepped between his legs. He pulled him into a hungry kiss that quickly developed into a heated make-out session. Jungkook let out a rumbling moan when Jimin’s hands squeezed his sides, emphasizing the fact that there was something to squeeze. 

Finally pulling back for air, Jungkook relished in the feeling of Jimin’s strong thighs wrapped around his softening middle. He would admit later that he was aware of his gain for a while, not mentioning anything to his boyfriend out of embarrassment at first. Jungkook explained to Jimin that it started out as just the enjoyment from feeling full that eventually started to shift into appreciating his changing body. 

Jimin made it clear that whatever it was for Jungkook was very much supported and encouraged as he found his attraction rising with his boyfriend’s size. He also began to tease him a little more often, knowing that it gave them both a sense of intense pleasure. With a new understanding between them, it seemed that whatever hesitation Jungkook had was let go. 

While continuing with his normal video structure, Jungkook did change something with his streams. The standard meals were kept the same, however, he did explain to Jimin that he felt fuller and more satisfied with the liquid portion - the reason behind his longer streams where he continued to drink through the end. His hesitation was adding more and more alcohol than he already set up for his streams. 

Jungkook hated being hungover and didn’t love the idea of getting drunk every Saturday by going beyond the six-pack he normally drank from. A suggestion from Jimin that he somehow had not thought of himself was the best of both worlds. He began to drink non-alcoholic beer. 

Starting the stream with one regular beer on camera, Jungkook spent the rest of the time pouring his non-alcoholic cans into his glass. His fans had always been impressed with his ability to eat and drink, but after the switch, people constantly commented on his incredible tolerance - little did they know that Jungkook wasn’t in it for the buzz, just the full stomach. 

His typical four to six beers over a three-hour stream became at least eight or nine cans of his non-alcoholic beer on top of the one regular beer he kicked off the stream with. Sometimes, the only reason Jungkook stopped drinking was his stomach capacity. Jimin was often fascinated by how much liquid his boyfriend could consume in a single sitting. 

Jimin would usually spend Saturday night and Sunday morning giving him gentle massages as the beer, alcoholic or not, bloated Jungkook’s stomach every time while appreciating the continued change to his midsection. The higher intake had not only affected his full belly but his empty belly as well. 

The term beer belly made a lot more sense to Jimin after seeing how it blossomed on Jungkook’s figure. It seemed that every calorie stuck to his middle from his growing consumption. The little pudge that used to just poke out over his waistband now started bulging out a few inches, his growing belly almost seeming to defy gravity sometimes. 

His shirts now fit snugly over his round belly while every waistband tucked nicely right underneath the swell. Jungkook’s stomach jutted straight out from his middle as the rest of him seemed to stay relatively the same. He had a bit more padding on his thighs and his arms were a little bulkier, but it wasn’t enough to take the attention away from his impressive midsection.

Around Jungkook’s birthday, Jimin came up with an idea after watching an American college movie that Taehyung recommended. A group of guys in the film had something called a case race to see who could drink a 24-pack of beer first and he thought it might be fun to see Jungkook try it. 

That was the first time they initiated something like that together and definitely the first time Jungkook drank more than a few drinks off stream, but his boyfriend was completely on board, loving the idea of doing it solely for their enjoyment. 

Jimin picked up a case of non-alcoholic beer as Jungkook was still a fan of drinking to get full and not get drunk. They set up the living room with dim lighting and a show to play in the background. Jungkook put on a pair of loose sweatpants and a t-shirt that had a bit of room to be comfortable. 

With a mug that held two cans at a time, Jimin poured the first round and brought it to him. Expecting Jungkook to chug it as he typically did with his drink that started his night, Jimin stood next to the couch and watched him, teasing him for the panting breaths that followed. 

Jungkook told him to bring a few cans with him for the next round, clearly enjoying the fast pace in the beginning. Jimin was genuinely impressed by how quickly his boyfriend could down a can, seeing him chug another two within minutes of the first large glass. 

The night continued with quiet belches and a few rounds of hiccups while Jungkook worked through the case. About an hour in, he was halfway through - Jimin slowing him down after slamming the first four to make sure he didn’t throw up. 

After tipping number twelve to drain the last few drops, Jungkook reclined back into the couch to take a short break. Jimin’s gentle touch had been easing any cramps or discomfort that came up from going too fast, but Jungkook was starting to feel the effects of all the liquid. 

He wasn’t challenging his stomach capacity quite yet due to the meals that usually accompanied his liquid intake before, however, Jungkook realized that a stomach full of beer felt much different without the food alongside it. As his belly distended little by little to accommodate it, he noticed a sloshing sensation that was admittedly growing more enjoyable. 

Jungkook also tried to hide the bubbles of gas that traveled up his chest whenever Jimin pushed or prodded in certain spots. Obviously, his boyfriend had heard him burp before, but something about the situation made it feel embarrassing. While he couldn’t hold them all back, Jungkook made sure to let it out quietly into his hand and was thankful that Jimin seemed to let him do whatever he needed to remain comfortable. 

Although, Jimin did not let him simply go on without any teasing or taunting. Just as Jungkook felt ready to pick up another can, his boyfriend placed his hands on his shoulders and straddled Jungkook’s lap. Jimin moved his hands down Jungkook’s chest, caressing him slowly before stopping on either side of his belly. 

Expecting a tender massage that Jimin had become skilled at providing, Jungkook was stunned when his boyfriend shook his belly back and forth. The liquid in his stomach felt like it was splashing against his insides and it forced him to let out a pocket of air that developed at the crest of his belly with a wet belch. 

Jungkook let out a deep moan involuntarily as he threw his head back against the cushion, hands finding Jimin’s waist as his boyfriend’s touch became much more gentle. Letting Jungkook have more time to breathe through his overwhelmed state, Jimin started raining kisses onto his face - sweet and coy compared to what he had just done. 

The entire time, Jimin had been keeping a steady stream of praise flowing that let Jungkook know his boyfriend was happy to try out the new endeavor. However, after that moment, he realized that Jimin was as equally into it which somehow made it even more satisfying. His boyfriend was currently whispering in his ear about a next time thinking that they would be done soon, but Jungkook was now more determined than ever. 

“Can you open the next one, baby?” Jungkook asked, happy to keep his boyfriend in his lap while they continued. 

Jimin smiled and kissed him hard, seemingly excited by his boyfriend’s renewed sense of effort. “Of course, love.” 

Jungkook held out his hand to accept the drink, but Jimin simply took his hand and pecked the back of it while bringing the can to his boyfriend’s lips. He tilted it slowly, making it clear that he wanted him to take it in one breath. They did that with the next one - Jungkook stopped him halfway through number fifteen in need of a break from the way his stomach started to cramp up. 

At that point, Jimin definitely thought they were going to call it, but Jungkook assured him that he just needed to take it slow, not ready to throw in the towel yet. With the reminder of being able to try again, possibly in a month for Jimin’s birthday, he did consider agreeing and letting his boyfriend take him to the bedroom until he ultimately decided that he had enough space for two more. 

Finishing the second half of the one he paused on, Jungkook asked Jimin to fill the glass with two final cans and he would tap out at seventeen. Thoroughly impressed with his performance, Jimin did just that and then crawled back into his lap while he gradually down his last round. His boyfriend’s hands worked through any pinches and aches while he finished. 

Jungkook fell back into the couch once again, grateful for Jimin helping him through. His stomach felt tighter than it ever had having drank over a gallon of liquid over the course of the night. Needing Jimin’s help to get off the couch, Jungkook felt the full weight of his belly once he stood up. 

His shirt was stretched across his bloated middle, emphasizing just how much he had managed to get down over the past few hours. Jimin poked fun the entire walk back to their bedroom, commenting on Jungkook’s slow waddle and the sloshing sounds coming from his stomach. Although, he was also gentle and appreciative in helping Jungkook climb up into bed - removing his shirt to survey the final result. 

Leaning back against the headboard, Jungkook rested his hands on his stomach, noting the tight pull at the top while the area below his belly button was still pleasantly soft. He saw the sparkle in Jimin’s eye and knew that his partner was ready to pounce on him, but the idea of moving anymore genuinely made Jungkook feel nauseous.

As if he could read Jungkook’s mind, Jimin snuck his hand below the waistband of his sweatpants and said, “Don’t you worry, my love. I will do all the work. I think you deserve a reward for your performance.” 

By the next morning, the evidence of their previous night’s activity was quite clear. Jimin woke up first curled around Jungkook’s back, feeling very grateful for last night Jimin who decided to clean them up before falling asleep. He kissed his boyfriend’s shoulder and sat up to stretch when he was caught off guard by Jungkook’s still-bloated stomach. 

The beer-induced swell had shifted down lower as he digested the hefty amount, his belly distending out in front of him on the bed. Jimin lightly traced his fingers across Jungkook’s skin, applying some pressure on the small love bites he had left behind during his thorough treatment the night before. 

Rousing Jungkook with his caressing touch, Jimin decided two things. His boyfriend deserved a loving wake-up call to continue his well-earned reward and they would most certainly be having a nice repeat of last night for Jimin’s birthday next month.

—

The following summer, Jungkook finally hit one million subscribers after a few changes to his channel. Quickly learning how much he enjoyed gaming on stream, he stopped his ASMR uploads and became a full streamer - keeping his Saturday mukbang and adding a Tuesday and Thursday gaming stream. 

During those streams, Jungkook often added drinking games or at least enjoyed a few beverages while playing with Jin and Taehyung or some new gamer friends he had made over time. His Saturday stream was still fueled by his non-alcoholic beer, needing a little more to achieve that full feeling he loved. 

His little beer belly had certainly outgrown the description of little, filling out into a decent potbelly that protruded over his waistband while empty and looked like Jungkook was hiding a basketball under his shirt after every Saturday live stream. 

Jimin’s teasing had only grown alongside his belly, often wrapping his hands around Jungkook’s back to jiggle his stomach or squeeze his sides. His favorite comments to make were about how their fans were none the wiser to Jungkook’s round middle hiding below his desk during every stream - especially by the end of a Saturday night when he packed away drink after drink. 

The thing Jungkook treasured most by far, however, was his boyfriend’s consistent love and appreciation because for every taunting jab Jimin threw at him, three compliments followed behind it. Jimin was his ultimate hype man - encouraging the change in his content, supporting his streaming career, and contributing to his full belly whenever he could. 

Setting up for his Thursday stream, Jungkook sipped on some water while he prepared his recording area. He had been both looking forward to this stream and dreading it as Jimin and their friends were joining him for a Mario Kart night. The terms had already been determined and Jungkook knew he was going to be stuffed to the brim by the end of his stream. 

For each race he lost, Jungkook had to down his drink and between Jimin and Jin, he did not stand a chance at winning - of course, having been his lovely boyfriend’s idea. Moving on to Jimin’s setup, Jungkook heard the distant sound of their front door closing. 

“Love! I’m back!” Jimin called out from the kitchen.

Jungkook left his office, making his way down the hall to greet his boyfriend. He sent Jimin a little grimace when he saw the two packs of his favorite beer on the counter. “Hey, baby.” 

Jimin smirked and walked over to Jungkook, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend’s neck and going up on his toes for a welcome-home kiss. “Don’t look so happy to see me, Ggukie.” 

“Don’t look so smug to get me drunk tonight, Minnie,” Jungkook replied after returning the kiss before lifting Jimin up onto the counter. 

“At least you are prepared to lose,” Jimin quipped, devolving into squeaky giggles as Jungkook’s fingers dug into his sides in retaliation. 

Jungkook finally eased up and felt Jimin’s hands spread across his belly, giving it a little tap on both sides that sent a ripple through his soft abdomen. He was now the one smirking and said, “Am I really the one losing if I get rewarded either way?” 

Jimin smiled and leaned back in for another kiss, completely agreeing with his boyfriend’s question. His hands continued their gentle caress of Jungkook’s belly as he whispered, “Of course, you get rewarded, my love. Look at how all your hard work pays off.”

They both knew that there was not enough time to take this show to the bedroom so Jimin did the next best thing before they had to log into their streams. He reached over to one of the cases and tore the box open, grabbing the first beer and cracking the can open. Taking a small sip for himself first, a suggestive expression sent in Jungkook’s direction while he did. 

“How about a little head start, Gguk?”

Jungkook let out a low groan as Jimin turned the can toward him, bringing it to his lips. He instinctively started to drink, knowing his boyfriend would control the pace well. Ten seconds later, Jungkook already had a hot sensation running through his stomach against the cold froth of beer in his belly. Seeing that familiar sparkle in Jimin’s eye, he knew it was going to be an interesting night.

[seoafin]

HELLO ??? LITERALLY HAVE TEARS IN MY EYES UR FIC IS TOO GOOD ?????

i felt every single emotion reading it. i am numb.

(forgive my rambling... please)

megumi... poor boy. when ur around his age, you would imagine that you'd trust people easier, or have a "child-like faith" but he's the complete opposite and it BREAKS MY HEART LORDDDD

tsumiki as well... 😭 carrying so much on her back and she probably hasn't even learnt quadratic formula yet 😭 my heart aches everytime i think about her tbh. it takes an insane amount of maturity (for someone as young as her) to keep smiling and get things done for her and megs. or maybe she has double the amount of child-like faith that megumi just seemed to lose along the way. (just yet another way of how she's raising them both.... crying)

toji may be a piece of shit.... but he's my piece of shit im so sorry. glad that rip!mc gave him that wake up call though !! (if only she were canon.... gege im in ur walls).

satoru being angry and annoyed for this entire fic did make me giggle. personally, i don't think many things can get him that riled up,,, so let's just say im jumping up and down at the fact that someone so "boring" can make his blood pressure increase like no one's business. (i love how protective he is even though if u look closely, he can be borderline psychotic. he cares SO much about her anddddd i have tears in my eyes again. wow. just him immediately taking rip!mc to his room to play cards. him making immediate moves to help her and megs. that is SO important to me.)

suguru as well 😭 he is so cute shame... just constantly flustered 😭😭😭 thank you for making him happy.. it's all i've wanted for the past 3 years 😭😭😭 (him and satoru.... thin ice... love them tho. but thin ice)

shoko. im in love. nothing has changed. i understand rip!mc. plus,,, her being the biggest instigator LMFAOOOO 😭😭😭 not giving satoru, suguru, OR toji a moment of peace. such wife material actually. it's also so heartwarming that she doesn't pry into rip!mc's stuff, how she continues to lie to the boys just for her. the blind trust.... they're meant to be... (THE END WAS EVERYTHING TO ME. PERSONALLY.)

rip!mc.... you really dug at my heart this time 😭😭😭😭 i don't wanna overshare, but all i will say is, she is JUST like me. im fr just looking at myself at this point and all this kinda hits home 😭 (the daddy issues theme was amazing morgan love it) she is too kindhearted for her own good (sounds like SOMEONE... 😔) but i love her w everything in my heart. she deserves every single good thing and more that comes her way tbh. just her projecting her issues onto megs and toji was so heartbreaking. love her.

marie is so fine.

amazing fic as always morgan. you are genuinely such an amazing author, u really grabbed me and forced to feel every emotion in this fic 😭 ur talent never fails to amaze me. you >>>> the world. ly and goodbye. (more art coming ur way!)

IM SO GLAD YOU LIKED IT!!!!!

my favorite thing abt writing rip!mc is hands down her dynamic with megumi and i know i haven't written abt those two as much as i probably should've but i love them...i made it so that rip!mc would parallel megumi bc i wanted to explore a character that really had no other choice but to become a jujutsu sorcerer like in an another life rip!mc could've been megumi and megumi could've been rip!mc the possibilities!! tsumiki too. im rlly excited for her role in the upcoming chapters/arcs bc i rlly want to see more of her. just imagining tsumiki who is barely older than megumi taking on the role of responsibility when they were children breaks my heart. also a lot of ppl talk about megumi and toji but what about tsumiki and HER mother??? like yes toji abandoned megumi but so did tsumiki's mother like ouch that must've hurt or maybe she was just so used to it which is why taking care of megumi came so easy. maybe she was used to fending for herself 🥲

toji.... i originally envisioned rip!mc finding him in a pachinko parlor LMAO stsg were ALSO supposed to visit the hostess club unfortunately i cut the scene out bc it didn't make sense. but yes the man definitely needed a wake up call personally i think rip!mc should've been even harsher but the girl was straight up dissociating that entire conversation fjdksfdjnks

hs gojo is such a tsundere!!! like it's part bc he sucks at communicating and it's another part the fact that rip!mc is just extraordinarily dense in aspects. he also just assumes that it's a given that people understand him (like geto does) LMAO. i feel like that's the difference between hs gojo n adult gojo in regards to his relationship with rip!mc. adult gojo is just a lot more confident in how to handle her and knows exactly what buttons to push while hs gojo is a lot more rash and easier crueler with his words. he is the WORST.

when else is geto not going to be happy other than in my fics 😔 i love him so much!!! i wrote all the geto scenes for this fic first and then tried to figure out where to fit gojo let me TELL YOU. all the geto parts were done and written!!! it took me like 3 months to finish gojo's though 😭😭😭

ok let's talk shoko aka the TRUE ENDING. yes shoko is the biggest instigator ever. it would be hilarious to see gojo and geto riled up while also asserting her Dominance as rip!mc's number 1 <33333 in the end she's the only one that actually and truly just wants the best things for her bf even if that may or may not include stsg. these bitches r so gay.....gojo n geto r just willfully blind about it DNFJKSDNJF

thank you so much for reading friend!!! once again im so so so so happy you enjoyed it <33333 like if even one person enjoyed that makes me soooo happy and thank you for letting me read your thoughts I LOVE WHEN PPL TALK TO ME ABT MY FICS <3333 also i will eagerly be awaiting whatever u draw omg

[reinaxc]

{adria arjona, 32, she/her} we are so glad to see you safe, LADY AMARA SALAZAR of CARDIFF! it’s dangerous out in the world these days, but i hear that you are  KINDHEARTED and EMPATHETIC  enough to handle it. just don’t let your INGENUOUSLY bring you down! stay on your guard, because with your secret being at risk for exposure, you wouldn’t want everyone to find out YOU OVERHEARD ABOUT A PLOT THAT CAN PLACE YOUR LOVER AT RISK. (its me mara)

Background:

Lady Amara Salazar of Cardiff, originally hailing from a lesser noble family in Puerto Rico. Her early life and childhood was marred by tragedy and abuse. Amara shared a close bond with her little sister Carla, spending countless hours together and forming a deep connection. However, this happiness was shattered when her sister fell gravely ill. Amara stayed by her side, offering care and companionship, but despite her efforts, her sister passed away.

Amara's father, Don Carlos Salazar, was a stern and traditional man who managed the family’s modest estate and small coffee plantation. Despite their noble status, the family’s finances were often strained, adding to the pressures Carlos felt. After the loss of his youngest daughter, Carlos was consumed by grief and anger, directing his blame toward Amara. To cope with his pain, he resorted to drinking heavily, and when drunk, he would treat Amara terribly, subjecting her to both verbal and occasional physical abuse.

Amara's mother, Doña Angelica Dapena, was a gentle and nurturing woman who initially tried to maintain peace within the household. She was devoted to her children and spent her days tending to the household and supporting her husband's endeavors. However, the death of her youngest daughter proved too much for Angelica to bear. Unable to handle the family's turmoil and her husband’s increasing hostility, she abandoned the family shortly after her youngest daughter’s death, leaving Amara to bear the brunt of her father's anger alone.

Despite these hardships, Amara's inherent kindness and empathy shone through. She found solace in activities that allowed her to escape her difficult reality. She would immerse herself in novels, losing herself in stories of far-off places and better times. Amara also expressed herself through painting, creating beautiful artworks that reflected her inner world.

Horseback riding became another of her cherished pastimes, providing a sense of freedom and escape. Additionally, Amara was deeply connected to her community. She would often help her neighbors with tasks such as picking coffee or sugar cane, offering her assistance whenever it was needed. Her willingness to help others and her genuine concern for their well-being made her a beloved figure in her community.

Her beauty caught the eye of a high lord who sought her hand in marriage. Seeing this as an escape from her father's torment, she accepted, though her father made the decision driven solely by financial gain, disregarding her wishes.

Her marriage brought her to Cardiff, where her new husband treated her with gentleness and respect. Their relationship, built on mutual respect, evolved into a deep friendship over the years. Amara embraced her new role, receiving education in etiquette and household management, and dutifully attended social events at her husband's side.

At one of these events, Amara met Philip, a Viscount, whose presence stirred emotions in her that she had longed to feel. Despite being married, Philip captivated her, and Amara, who had always yearned for true love, found herself drawn to him. She desires love and to be loved, without expecting anything in return.

Personality:

Amara's kindhearted and empathetic nature is both her strength and her vulnerability. Her ingenuousness can sometimes lead her into precarious situations. She is a woman defined by her resilience, kindness, and empathy. She is loyal to her responsibilities and the people she cares about. She diligently attended social events with her husband and learned how to manage a household. Her sense of duty extends to her community, where she is always ready to lend a helping hand. Amara’s brave yet vulnerable nature drives her to protect those she loves, even at great personal risk. 

Secret and Motivations:

She harbors a profound secret that weighs heavily on her heart. Recently, she overheard a dangerous plot that threatens the safety of Philip, the Viscount who has captured her affections. This revelation has placed her in a precarious position, torn between her desire to protect Philip and the risk of exposing herself to danger and betrayal.Amara's motivations stem from her deep-seated yearning for love and emotional connection. Her marriage, while respectful, lacks the passionate love she craves. Meeting Philip awakened dormant desires within her, igniting a fervent longing for true intimacy and companionship. 

[backdraft-bimbo]

Actually, let's talk about Bruno

"I don't care what you think of me" on the surface level is a very pleasing line to hear from Bruno, especially since John Leguizamo did a great job delivering it with that grating, pent-up frustration and sadness we can all imagine he held toward his mother for so many years.

But delving into that deeper, I'm relieved they included that line since Bruno was still around to watch his name become taboo in the Madrigal household and see how his relatives put up their shields of pseudo-resentment and disdain in order to hide their true hurt and worry and regret at him leaving. I think Bruno was aware of their method of coping even as they became so vehemently opposed to speaking his name, but after long enough, he probably ended up wondering if they ever loved him in the first place, or if that love was purely replaced by resentment. (That's probably why he was so surprised when Alma and his siblings immediately hugged him and why he looked so hesitant revealing himself to them at the end of the movie.)

Not knowing if they loved him would've made coming home pretty hard. I honestly don't believe Bruno meant to leave for so long—10 years!—but it just became too hard to come back knowing that Alma would ask about his vision, and when—over time—it became impossible to tell if they wanted him back since they barely spoke of him.

I bet Alma was downright petrified by him leaving since she lost Pedro before, and slowly, over time, her fear turned to hurt. And when people are hurt, they end up saying things they don't mean, and their perception of a person long gone from their life can shift into something completely ridiculous ("seven-foot frame, rats along his back" kinda ridiculous). Alma's line, "Bruno didn't care about this family!" showcases this perfectly.

What makes Bruno such a satisfying character is that he has a very realistic span of emotion throughout the movie. He's not just played off as comic relief, but he does make the audience laugh with his personality and mannerisms. He gets his time to be silly, and it's clear he's self-aware of this because of his sarcasm in the line "My semi-real gift was acting." I really liked his sarcasm, since most animated characters characterized by a sarcastic sense of humor tend to be exaggerated (to a point that becomes unrealistic). But his smile and half–rolling his eyes and doing the air quotes made me instantly love him.

Bruno is the pinnacle of a misunderstood, estranged relative. After "We Don't Talk About Bruno", with all those misconceptions from the town, and the exaggerations from his relatives, the icing on the cake is that it's revealed that he's just...a genuinely good person. Like, Disney has their pretty predictable twist villain trope but then the writers for Encanto whipped out the Uno reverse card, and I respect that.

Bruno chose isolation and estrangement to protect his niece. Can you imagine that being the breaking point? I feel like if I had his power and had to live with people treating me like I was responsible for a bad vision, or living in fear of me, I would've left sooner than Bruno did. But he didn't even end up leaving for himself, he did it for Mirabel.

However, even though he's kindhearted, that doesn't mean the writers didn't allow him to show some bitterness at how the town and his family perceived him and his gift. Deep down, there was a part of Bruno that did leave for himself, and I get that. I understand how it feels to be the black sheep of the family, so there was just something so damn satisfying about the lines where Bruno actually mentions it.

"Oh, he's creepy and his vision killed my goldfish." "But I knew what everyone would think because I'm Bruno and everyone always assumes the worst." And then with Alma, "I don't care what you think of me!"

Chef's kiss.

[blueskittlesart]

i know you love tamaki but thoughts on each of the other hosts? my favourite is mori <3

full disclosure tamaki was my first real conscious fictional crush at the ripe age of 11 and TO THIS DAY i have to pause the show during the piano scenes to recover my dignity so he will always be my number one. my everything. my absolute love interest of all time. i could write essays on him for real. i HAVE written essays on him. that being said i can absolutely talk about the other hosts bc im literally obsessed w this show

haruhi was the gender blueprint. truly. girlboy swag. she and misa amane death note were definitely like. the two most influential characters on my personal style in middle and high school. this doesn't say anything good about me. she is also multifaceted and well characterized in a way that's SO refreshing for a romance protagonist. character of all time. also btw im the exact demographic this show was written for meaning i was a tamaki/haruhi truther from the very beginning. where is the tall blonde prince boy to my short stupid gnc bitch. when is it my turn to be happy

hikaru and kaoru. yes i know the twincest thing is weird but i am CHOOSING TO IGNORE IT because 1. the show is making fun of shoujo tropes. its SATIRE GUYS and 2. they are literally so well characterized that it MAKES SENSE THAT THEY DO IT. ugh. anyways kaoru was always my favorite of the two bc i love a man thats in tune with his own emotions. i like hikaru in theory but i think if i knew him in real life i would murder him. i am also obsessed with their characterization and backstory in general bc their specific brand of trauma is one that i so rarely see represented in media and i think they had a very realistic response to it?? like they're genuinely very well written characters i like them a lot. i could also probably write an essay about them

kyoya. im obsessed with him. hes a genius. hes an asshole. he runs a literal profitable business pimping out his besties. girls somehow like him despite him never actually showing affection to any of them in canon. hes literally the worst person alive. hes genuinely kindhearted despite everyone in his life attempting to beat it out of him. hes GAY. this is a joke mostly but i truly think that every decision in his life post-middle school is made because he is obviously, painfully in love with tamaki and also completely oblivious to this fact. like the show might attempt to make you think that hes got a thing for haruhi but literally every decision he makes is for tamaki's benefit (the manga is even MORE explicit about this btw and it makes me insane) and the entire time hes in denial about the fact that tamaki is literally everything to him. it's hilarious. "and so kyoya met him" uhhh fellas is it gay to consider the single most important event in your life to be meeting another man

i kinned honey in middle school for real and every time i think about it i want to die. i unfortunately still like cake. and rabbits. and i am still blonde and short. i might be haunted by this character for the rest of my life

i didn't get the appeal of mori at first tbh which might be a result of watching the anime 2 million times but never reading the manga LMAO bc he really is just a filler character in the show. but hes fun and i like him well enough. im sort of hoping he gets a little more room to be a real character in the manga tho bc ive like. just gotten out of the chapters that were adapted directly into the show so we're in uncharted territory now. im waiting for his chapter im SURE its coming

[zuluc]

hi im back. this was supposed to be for valentines day but yk ;-;

they’re the best of the best, 1000% reliable (some of the time, on top of their work (most of the time), and skilled in their positions (all the time). being the class president has its perks with meeting people like this but in this universe life has granted you an ultimatum,

time for some love in the air.

the stoic but kindhearted vp: diluc ragnvindr. now, he’s the first person you go to, or quite frankly the first who comes to you, when there’s trouble brewing and the pressure of student council life it too much to bear on top of your schooling. he’s there by your side, standing or leaning against your large desk with his arms crossed, overlooking the papers spread in front of you. he’s a warm body too, sometimes towering over your shoulder especially during the winter months just to notice you gravitating closer to him. he’s not the vp for nothing and even almost beat you out with the number of votes he accumulated (but it was a separate campaign for president and vp so you were safe, at least.) he provides helpful insight and advice where it’s blunt when you ask for it or a little sugarcoated when you don’t.

he’s the type to try and take a lot of the workload off you outright, even going as far as to physically walk to your desk and grab the pen you’ve practically molded into your hands. if you decline, he looks at you with those eyes that burn with a fiery “let me help you.” and somehow he never looks troubled by the extra workload. maybe it’s because he’s used to handling many affairs considering him being next in line to inherit his father’s wine empire. but he’d never let it slip that he does it not only to help you, but to witness that relief and small smile of gratitude on your face directed specifically at him and him alone.

the mischievous but playful secretary: kaeya alberich. he’s a bit of a pain when it comes to work and most of his responses to those claims are that “well, we’re just in school” (everyone might pity who he comes to work with in the future should he have such a job). he never seems to be trying to hard with any of his tasks but somehow they end up complete and never in a half manner. he slides completed event receipts and manila folders with organized planning that doesn’t seem like it had taken only an hour of study hall. but he gives them to you with a smirk that you wish you could wipe off and if it weren’t for the contents he’d given you, you would have done just that.

he’s not one to shy away from physical touch, with your consent of course. and with the couple of years you have gotten to know each other he’s noticed that you’ve become more comfortable around him, whether it be allowing him to play with your hand as you go over documents or resting on each others shoulders when lounging in the common room on a break. he’ll send playful compliments your way (telling you how well you’re doing as president or your appearance) and he hopes thay one day you’ll realize that his words hold a real, genuine meaning.

the adamant but tempered treasurer: ajax tartaglia. don’t be deterred by his laidback and seemingly cheery personality. while he holds the air of no responsibility, he’s actually quite trustworthy with his dedicated tasks. you need the tallies for your monthly budget? already ready and placed on your desk by the end of the day. need to lay off the math for a period? calculator (and brain) on standby. he may not seem like the ideal person for this position, being an ex-delinquent not helping his reputation all that much, but it works.

you won’t ever have to worry about any students bothering you either. just because you’re the president doesn’t mean you’re immune to all that, sadly. despite there being the others, he’s the most intimidating. he’ll glare at rude people, eyeing them with a harsh glance. but sometimes you wonder why he’s doing such at a nice person in front of you. he’a tapping his pencil on a notepad, glasses perched on his nose as he huffs at the sight of an obviously flirty student stealing your attention. the weight of his gaze was enough to distract you from the harsh blush on his face and burning jealousy wafting about him.

the easygoing but observant historian: kaedehara kazuha. being a transfer in the middle of the year definitely makes it difficult to try to even get a postion on the council, but it happens. he’s a mysterious guy, never sharing too much or too little about himself but you can see how much he enjoys his position. the way he writes quickly but gracefully into his notepad that you gifted him as a welcome on his first day, and how fast he pulls out his laptop to record the events. he’s been asked to join the yearbook or photography club for his love in capturing moments but he declines. no one really knows why. a historian really records important dates and school logistics. but he, he makes it meaningful.

it’s a nice and peaceful time when you two are alone in the council room together. the scratch of graphite on paper, pages rustling, or taps on a keyboard are the sounds that fill the space but once in a while he comes up to you with a new, torn out page. not from what you gave him, of course, and on that page is a single date and three words slipping past his lips. you look at him, tilting your head to the side as he smiles down at you. it’s pretty straightforward, a little letter with a lot to say. it’s an important event, maybe not yet for yet, but at least for him. are you busy? he asks.