#Better Stangers

[mercurytrinemoon]

Selena Gomez replying to random instagram comments defending herself and her boyfriend is the level of Aries Moon pettiness, defensiveness, showing idiots their place and just plain eagerness to show the middle finger is what I LOVE to see

[flaresanimedump]

I need to find time to actually sit down and read the Origins fan translation but words cannot describe the joy I felt when I opened part 4 and saw the word "crestfallen."

[stillwithmeisonlyyou]

I can say chelsea and chinese satellite are such underrated songs or show u phoebe and BOCC projects, say service road should be more appreciated or pull out the covers phoebe did that are like nowhere to be found now. (Which are all amazing btw, not negating that)

Scott street will always remain different. It is a masterpiece. With all due resect, go argue with the wall.

[marigoldsbone]

He's beautiful

forcing myself to draw so the depression doesn't win . anyway this is all i got

[bywons]

DREAM GIRL — LHS

SYPNOSIS ► being single for too long doesn't suit the playboy lee heeseung of decelis university, especially when he's about to attend his best friend's brother's wedding. but he promised his friends of his promiscuous nature, that he'd stop this when he'll find his dream girl. but what if she's too hard to get and ignorant? lee heeseung is not used to that.

or where, lee heeseung tries to let go of his playboy tendencies to get a hold of his dream girl.

GENRE ► smau (+ written), fake dating, stangers to lovers, non-idol au, college au, crack, fluff, romance, angst, hurt/comfort

WARNINGS ► SLOW UPDATES age gap (heeseung is 1-2 years older than reader), all the characters are in college, cursing, de3th jokes, kys jokes, cheating allegations, alcohol consumptions + more tba

PAIRING + CAST ► playboy! lee heesung x f! reader ++ all of enha, ningning (aespa), haerin and minji (new jeans), kazuha (le sserafim) and other cameos

STATUS ► OH HOLD ( started : 30/04/24 ended : ??/??/?? )

SRU'S NOTE ► all my moots influenced me (fomo) to write a smau tbh 💀 plus these days im not being able to find time to write a fic :(( but i really hope ya'll enjoy this my pooks pls don't let this flop yall TT PLS REBLOG!!

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PROFILES ! the ultimate rizzlers | it girlz | sssh,, privates!

CHAPTERS !

OO1 : duration of bitchelessness

OO2 : it was a cannon event

OO3 : ???

OO4 : ???

more tba

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My Fate Is In Your Hands - Entry 9

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➤ Stay. The stranger seems friendly, and Tango could use a friend right now.

Tango never does stand up from the bed, though he’d sat up with that in mind. He slouches and sinks slightly into the mattress, taking another dry breath and clutching at the edge of the bed beneath his fingers. His toes curl against the rug inside their HASA-issued socks, and he just breathes.

The stranger seemed kind enough before. It would be worth asking for his help to find the remains of Tango’s ship. And beyond that, after how long he’d been stuck up on that deadly rock in the sky, Tango can’t deny he’s craving some friendly company right now.

There are footsteps outside and the door opens again before Tango can fully register them, though his reaction is far less extreme than it had been the first time. He flinches slightly and his focus snaps to the door, where the blond stranger from before is peeking cautiously into the room at him. The man smiles awkwardly and, when Tango manages a tight smile in return, he finally opens the door fully and crosses the threshold.

He isn’t human. Not that Tango isn’t used to inhuman players - pot, kettle - but the massive golden-feathered wings at the stranger’s back catch his attention straight away. They hadn’t been visible from behind the door. They’re the color of sunshine and larger than those of the avians Tango is used to. He must have been staring too long, because the stranger’s wings ruffle and he chuckles, drawing Tango’s eyes back to his face.

“Hope you don’t have a thing against avians,” the guy says brightly, a tad sheepishly, as he approaches the bed and carefully sets the pitcher of water he’d been carrying on the cluttered sidetable. He holds an already-filled glass out to Tango, who takes it with shaking hands. Tango brings it to his lips without hesitation, the blessed feeling of cool water down his throat a voiddamn relief after the sandpaper sensation he’d been dealing with until now.

It’s only afterward that he thinks he probably should have checked to see if it was poisoned or something…but frankly, if the guy had wanted him dead, he would’ve done it long before now.

“Nah, nothin’ against avians,” Tango denies with a quirked smile, his speech not nearly as taxing as it had been before. “I’ve got a couple o’ bird-brained friends back on–” His breath catches and his smile wavers, and against his better judgment he clears his hoarse throat.

Back on a planet that no longer exists. Tango swallows thickly and brings the glass to his lips again, avoiding the stanger’s curious eyes.

“Back home?” the guy guesses, his voice sounding warm and intrigued alongside the dull dispondance churning in Tango’s chest. Tango’s heart squeezes, and he hums noncommittally. He doesn’t need to talk about it with a complete stranger, no matter how kind. Not right now.

Tango takes another slow sip and avoids the guy’s gaze, feeling the bubble of awkwardness build in the silence. Until his host decides to pop it.

“Er - I’m Jimmy, by the way,” he says, just as brightly as everything else he’s said so far. “Sheriff of Tumble Town.”

He holds out a hand to shake, and Tango squints at him, one of his ears flicking. Sheriff, huh? The guy certainly looks the part, with his cowboy boots and large-buckled belt and the trademark brown leather vest. The gold star-shaped badge on his chest glints slightly in the morning light. Tango hesitates before offering his own hand to shake in return. The Sheriff’s hand is slightly calloused, like he’s a man used to manual labor, but not so dry that he spends most of his time that way. Interesting.

“Uh - Tango,” he mutters. “Of the Tek variety.” Something alights behind the guy’s - Jimmy’s - eyes, something like recognition or intrigue, but it’s stifled almost as quickly as it comes. Tango does his best to turn the analytical part of his brain elsewhere. There’s no reason to be so suspicious of his host…yet. He withdraws his hand and fiddles with the water glass he’s still holding. “...Tumble Town?” he asks instead.

Jimmy’s expression brightens tenfold and he smacks his own forehead lightly.

“Right! O’ course! You’re not from around here, you wouldn’t know–” He chuckles sheepishly and his wings puff up slightly, rustling at his back. The feathers around his ears (have those always been there?) flare, and he grins. “You’re in Tumble Town right now. ‘S my Empire! Town. My town.” He rocks back on his heels and steps back from the bed a bit, casting a glance out the nearby window. Tango’s eyes flick in the same direction, curious. “We’re in the mesa right now,” Jimmy carries on. “S’ppose that’s a good place for a netherborn, eh?”

Tango knows he really doesn’t feel up to standing right now. Despite his earlier temptation to just flee the scene and find his ship, he probably wouldn’t have made it far in his current state, not without help. But he’s curious. Sue him. He sets the half-empty glass of water on the table beside the bed and he eases himself to his feet, wincing at the way his left ankle protests having weight put on it. The Sheriff looks concerned. Tango, to his credit, does fairly well for the first few steps.

It’s the fifth one that does him in.

His ankle buckles just enough to send him off kilter, and it’s only thanks to the Sheriff that he doesn’t go down completely. Jimmy’s quick, catching him by the elbows with a startled chirp and letting Tango cling to his arms in a desperate attempt to keep himself upright.

“Oh my gosh–” Jimmy’s wings have flared out for balance and he tugs Tango toward him, looping one of Tango’s arms over his shoulders to better support his weight. “Geez buddy, you alright?”

“Ngh–” Tango lets out a pained, wheezing little sound of frustration in response, his hand shaking slightly where he’s clutching the Sheriff’s shoulder. His ankle is throbbing now where it hadn’t been before, agitated from his stupid attempt at mobility before he was ready. Idiot.

“Mate…?”

“Fine,” Tango grumbles, his ears pressed back against his hair. He holds his left foot gingerly just above the ground, splitting his balance between his host and his uninjured leg. Void. Okay. Don’t do that again. Noted. His tail darts out behind him to help keep him stable.

“I wanna see outside,” he says, his voice slightly raspy, and Jimmy makes a quiet sound that Tango can’t identify.

“You sure you don’t wanna sit down–?”

“In a minute,” Tango huffs. He doesn’t know where he is, hasn’t seen anything beyond this room since his ship crashed. He needs to know. Needs to get his bearings in a foreign world. A smokey wheeze whisps from the back of his throat. “Please. Just - wanna see.”

The Sheriff seems to think about his request for a moment, but eventually he seems to acquiesce, sighing softly as he folds his golden wings neatly against his back. He takes it slow, helping Tango to the window and keeping him upright all the while.

Jimmy wasn’t lying. The sight outside the window is as sandy as Tango expected it to be, the world seeped in a dusty red-brown that screams mesa more than anything else could. They’re enclosed in a bowl of red rocky cliffs, wooden structures built into the walls of the canyon and scattered across the flat ground at the bottom of the basin, buildings pulled straight out of an old western movie. There’s a barn in the distance, and pens for animals, and fenced-in crop gardens - and a tunnel, a tunnel cut right through the cliff wall with a train track leading off to who-know-where. Out of town, Tango supposes, though he doesn’t know for sure.

Tango lets out a breath, taking it all in. Suddenly Jimmy being a Sheriff feels extremely fitting for the place he’s found himself in.

“Glad I crashed here,” he finds himself saying, the smallest hint of amusement and gratitude lacing his words. “I don’t wanna know what woulda happened if I’d gone down in an icy tundra or something. Me an’ cold don’t exactly get along.”

Something about that sentence tickles his brain the wrong way, like he has been on friendly terms with the cold before. A mental image dances across his mind of freezing caves and an icy castle, blue soul flames dancing out of the corner of his eye - but it’s gone between one blink and the next.

“I can’t imagine why,” Jimmy says lightly, jokingly. It’s an awkward thing, like he’s trying to test the waters. His wings shuffle and fidget at his back, tickling Tango’s arm. He coughs. “Er - right! Well. Let’s get you off your feet, eh? I think I’ve still got a healing potion ‘round here if you want one. We only did topical stuff last night. Didn’t exactly wanna go force-feeding you potions when you weren’t even awake, did we?”

Tango blinks, turning his attention to his host.

“We?”

“Me an’ Shelby!” Jimmy says, brighter this time. He’s already easing Tango back toward the bed as he talks. “She’s our local witch. She’s great with potions, as long as she’s not in a creative mood. Gettin’ better at it though! I called ‘er over last night when you fell out of the sky. I didn’t have anything left to help you, mind, so I’m just glad she was still awake.”

Tango settles back on the edge of the bed with a relieved sigh as Jimmy starts clinking through the bottles cluttering the bedside table, eyeing their colors in the light from the window. He hands a rich red one over to him with a smile, looking a little victorious at his discovery.

(Tango’s not dumb enough to blindly drink whatever some random stranger has given him in an unlabelled bottle, but it sure smells like spiced melons when he pulls out the stopper. It’s familiar enough for him to sip at it cautiously, and when the familiar taste of a healing potion touches his tongue, the relief he gets from it is palpable. His ankle is already starting to hurt a little bit less when he finally caves and starts to down the potion properly.)

“I’ll fix up some food for you, if ya like,” Jimmy is saying now, and Tango is so fuzzed by the warm comfort of the potion’s healing properties that he only now notices that his host is already at the door to leave. “D’you like eggs an’ bacon? It shouldn’t take long to make, if that sounds alright.”

Tango’s nodding before he can really stop himself - but then he pauses.

He’s going to be left alone in this room again. It isn’t that big of a deal - he knows he needs the rest - but he’s feeling antsy. He’s feeling claustrophobic, the window doing little to help with that. He wants to get out, even if it’s just for a little while.

A part of him is itching to get back to his ship. The food Jimmy is offering is so tempting - he hasn’t eaten real food since his ship left Hermitcraft for its lunar mission - but he’s starting to get impatient. He doesn’t know if his friends - his family - are even–

He needs to know. Needs to find a way to contact them. His ship might be in ruins, but it might not…and the Schrödinger status of his spacecraft is making his brain itch. Alone he wouldn’t have been able to make the trip, but with Jimmy’s help he could.

Food does sound good though, and if Tango wanted to leave the room and eat downstairs instead of in bed, surely Jimmy wouldn’t mind…

Tango sets the empty potion bottle aside just as Jimmy opens the door to leave. He clears his throat, his hair sparking, and he opens his mouth to speak.

[A/N: I've officially moved into my new place and gotten through the holidays! My writer brain is FINALLY working again, which I'm very excited for! Sorry for the long wait, but welcome back to the adventure! Tango's going through it a bit, isn't he? Poor guy. Don't worry, Jimmy's here for him, even if he's a "stranger" right now.]

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[akanemnon]

Know your bit doing great mentally right now and I hope things turn out better soon rather than later but either way things will get better and I know hearing a random stanger say this probably doesn’t help but on the of chance it does I have to try any who have a bloody wonderful life. :3

Eventually I'll run out of ways to say thank you :'D (But please don't break anyone's knees. Even when they're being a jerk)

[beekekies]

The Mr. Tallyton fandom is rising 🙏🙏

Microfic May Day 2!

@microficmay

Featuring Tallyton from @swolocup once again!

These are the only two involving him but yay!

This time around we got perciver!

Also yes i'm already using an alt prompt

WC: 290

Summery:

Percy brings Oliver home with him and Oliver is confused that something that was always there is suddenly not.

The feeling of someone on him again after so many months of being too busy with work to stop for a tumble was wondrous. The feel of Oliver’s lips on him again after so long was a welcome, familiar presence. He can’t remember the last time Ollie had seemed so desperate for his touch. The warmth of his body flush up against him was more than intoxicating.

They were able to slowly make their way to Percy’s bedroom. Though once they were on the bed, suddenly Oliver pulled away from him. Percy was left looking at him in confusion.

“What’s the matter?”

“Where’s Tallyton?” Oliver asked with a pout. 

“Seriously?” 

Oliver wasn’t listening to him, too busy laying on his stomach to look over the side of Percy’s bed.

Percy was dumbfounded, and that must have shown on his face because when Oliver sat back up on the bed, and actually looked at him again. The look on his face was one of worry, of all things.

“What? He’s not on your bed, he’s always on your bed.”

Sighing slightly to himself, Percy responded, "Well, if you must know, I hadn’t expected to run into you tonight. So I had set him in the closet before I left.”

Hopping off the bed with a smile, Oliver went and got the bear out of its prison before returning to Percy’s side. Holding Percy’s old friend up to his face as he spoke. “So, you were just planning to take someone home in general, then?” 

“I may have been.” Percy mutters before pushing Tallyton and, by extension, Oliver’s arm to the side to move back in for another chaste kiss. “Will admit, running into you was far better than a stranger, though.”

[shysublimecoffee]

Look this is just an opinion not a fact don't get into such a tussle over a stanger opinion on a book of all things which are meant for entertainment. How I view this doesn't effect you nor do you take it as fact in fact youre free to disagree don't care.

It fucking says a lot about Shen Jiu as a character and the fandom as a whole in fanfics when the majority of them make him in fanfics having a better turn around in his life is always when a respected man is attached to hip usually( Liu Qingge) or acts as a voucher for people to even see him past his shell or his lies about the true reason he goes to the brothel goes out the window because otherwise he's a liar, a no-good and lecher and scum villain and because he's so emotional and volatile people do not respect him as a peakleader at all. He doesn't have a voice like it's telling me he's so female-coded cause ladies knows how dangerous people giving character assassination at your person could do tons of damage to your future prospects in future life and honestly I really like even though the ficwriters don't outright say it cause it subtle how majority every man and person in his life have taken away his autonomy and I find the most egregious example SY not actually giving a fuck about the person of the body he's inhabited and him not emoting at all when he saw the OG being abused and still validating LBG like if even the modern man from another era doesn't give a shit either someone who has to have sensible morals in society and even he doesn't care . This dynamic reflects a lot how society often undermines individuals who don't fit its norms, stripping them of their autonomy and dignity. SJ's struggle for respect and recognition in the story mirrors real-world issues of power and validation.

Everyone prefers SY. I'm not going to act as if I'm better though in real-life same I'd like him more too but his martial siblings barley tried. If they dislike him whatevs, but you guys are not at all suspicious about the 180 change in behavior how the kid he used to hurt and abuse is now being loved and pampered wtf??? Don't you guys owe him that much to investigate.

They could have tried to dig deeper aside from the one time they test him for possession but they didn't because they prefer the new and improved him". It actually so telling how the author chose someone of such a rich and idle pampered background to be transmigrated to the villain who's origin the very opposite of that and yet seemingly integrated himself better and incorporate better relationship with them then SJ.

The cultivation world, as well as the characters within it, reflect deep-seated classist attitudes. SJ's rough background and survival tactics make him an outsider, whereas SY, coming from a more privileged background, can navigate and be accepted more easily.

What does that actually say exactly that someone of a better background get along with the peaklords but not SJ because with our SJ he's a fighter and biter, he plays dirty to win in their eyes, he a lecher every inconceivable things is literally placed onto him just based on their perception of him. Is it that unconsciously they could tell SJ is not of of them or am I looking to deep haha??? The cultivation world is very classist is not news to anyone and that being the exploration in MXTX next book and how WWX background being how he literally met his end because of it says an actually lot how she took the things from this story and incorporate it into her next book.

The entire story had me retrospectively think hard how SJ voice is silent and yet to me at least he stills haunts the narrative because of it then when you get to the reveal about his backstory it makes you fucking think of him as an actual person and not just an object as a vehicle for the main character to just insert himself in because no matter the nature of a person it stills their body.

Like i've seen some fans even reflect this saying it not his fault that he transmigrated or he deserved it's technically his body and that he's a better person than SJ. At first, I agreed but then I took some time to process this. I don't care about SJ actions and his nature if it at the expense of his fucking body. SY can live for many many years but he's not SQQ unless he reincarnated like Airplane like it makes me want to me want to debates about transmigration. SY is his own person an adult with memories he has his own thoughts and feelings so when he transmigrated he took over the manual controls but that doesn't mean he's actually SQQ because he's not he's a pampered millennial.

In Otome Isekai (OI) stories, the original souls often face bad endings, while the transmigrators, who are modern characters inhabiting and thriving in these disliked bodies, desperately try to avoid such fates. They manage to charm the original male leads and are so focused on changing the story's trajectory that they can't accept its original path. This comparison to OI highlights how these characters' actions mirror Shen Yuan's (SY) predicament. The original person's identity and struggles are dismissed for the sake of the new character's journey, leading to the erasure of the original identity.

I don't vibe much with Shen Yuan because he seems very indifferent. The world revolves around him and his bias, much like many other transmigration novels where the MCs are similar. I find it hard to connect with a MC whose actions, even bold, lack a genuine foundation with other characters because they continue to see them not as people but character roles they're supposed to fulfill. He does everything to save himself, not from the sincere intention. His reaction to the death of GXY was cold af.

I don't like transmigration stories for this reason. They're often treated more as reader-inserts for fix-it fanfiction. We rarely learn about the characters' past lives, so we end up thinking of them as the person they transmigrated into, rather than who they were before. All we know of before was he was cyber-bullying and harassing the author and a troll so an asshole, basically.

If you guys don't know about OtomeIsekai basically we have bunch of modern day Koreans jumping into european white women bodies and inhabiting their bodies and living vicariously through them basically wish-fufillment bullshit trash . 9/10 nobody notices because this is a person who is widely disliked and despised and because no-one cared for the OG soul it easier to just go under the radar hell even the MC don't give a shit to so we have another MC that become so beloved in the eyes of the ML and how she bewitched everyone into loving her.

Transmigration is literal horror. " His Present" a short story I read from novel-updates where it literally based on this very concept where his loved ones preferred the imposter ugh made me bawl.

It makes me think about transmigration. Does it truly matter if the person who took over lived much longer than the original soul does that make them "THEM" ? I actually do appreciate SJ backstory being added but like now with transmigration just popping off on internet novels where the concept is everywhere where the original soul is discarded and the new one is celebrated, kinda adds a layer of tragedy and ethical dilemma to the narrative. It questions the validity of the new identity and the consequences of such an erasure. I'm always biased for the OG souls maybe that why a lot of SJ fics make him the character who is most suppressed by his role as scum villain succeed in making him heard to be listened to and mattered.

Imma nap lol this rant was loooong!!!

[kairoot]

⟢ — ms. independent. | 성화.

⟢ pairing : ceo!seonghwa x black!fem!reader ➖ genre : fluff mostly, stangers to lovers ➖ requested : yes! @nqvgue ➖ warnings : sexist comments, just one person trying to put down another, lowercase use

“c’mon, hwa. you can’t just stare at her all night.” wooyoung bumped seonghwa lightly on the shoulder. seonghwa didn’t respond to his assistant but took a sip from his red solo cup instead.

hwa had been eyeing y/n since he first saw her. he not only found her attractive, but also loved how devoted she was. to her work, to helping people around her and keeping herself up on two feet. he liked watching her in her element — the confident beauty she radiated.

they’d met only a couple of times before, being in meetings with the board of their companies. they made small talk but never a full conversation. seonghwa was always too nervous to speak to her and never really knew what to say.

“damn man, you are down bad.” yunho walked passed him, smacking his back while laughing. wooyoung agreed, shrugging his shoulders.

seonghwa shook his head at his friends’ comments. he knew he was being a bit of a wuss, but he couldn’t help it. things were always strictly business with y/n and he never wanted to make it awkward with a ‘hey, let’s go on a date’ type of vibe.

but tonight was different. tonight he couldn’t keep his mind from wandering off at the thought of her, even with the loud music in the building they were in. especially not with her looking as good as she did.

she wore a velvety black dress, a slit slightly rising up her thigh. her hair was thrown up into a wavy updo, two strands cascading down the sides of her face.

seonghwa was fascinated by her to say the least.

eventually he tore his eyes away from her, knowing he probably seemed like a creep.

he took another sip of his drink, before placing it in a reserved spot and making his way toward y/n.

“guess he’s going in for the kill.” wooyoung mumbled to the woman he was talking to, watching his boss strut off.

seonghwa didn’t want to startle her by just walking up like any desperate man would, so he tried to be as subtle as he could.

he walked to the snack bar first, grabbing small amounts of food for himself before going to stand near y/n.

she was laughing and conversing with a few of her coworkers, probably about some odd customers they received.

he waited until she was finished and stood a few inches away from her. she took a sip of whatever was in her glass and sat listening to the music.

“at least the decor is better than the food.” seonghwa said, looking up at the ornaments on the ceiling.

to his surprise, y/n had giggled at his comment, “really? i’ve been drinking the whole time so i‘m not sure what any of that tastes like..”

he let out a small laugh, nodding, “yeah. it’s not all that appetizing.”

“guess i’ll be getting take out for the night.” she shook her head, smiling.

seonghwa had looked over at her, falling in love with her smile. for some reason, the sight warmed his heart. her grin was brighter than any light lit in that room.

“i think we’ve met before, er, what’s your name again?” y/n said, finally turning to look at the male for the first time.

“seonghwa.”

“seonghwa,” she repeated to herself as if she just had to remember that name.

“i’m-“

“ms. l/n, uh, i’ve been meaning to get your feedback on our ideas for the new home design you have coming up?”

y/n had been interrupted with business talk once again, taking her focus off of the lost man next to her. even though seonghwa already knew her name, he stood there patiently, waiting for her to finish her talk so they could continue theirs.

“san! yes, i sent an email to your team. i wanted to meet by monday morning, if that’s okay with you?” she sent a smile to the male that was now in front of her.

san agreed to y/n’s idea as they continued their conversation. it had became awkward for seonghwa. awkward for him to just stand there and look like a lost puppy waiting on its owner.

more people eventually came up to y/n and before he knew it, there were 4 more people in front of her. he was about to give up and walk away before he heard one of the workers’ comments.

“y/n, do you even own your company?” he had snorted. seonghwa had turned back to see who it was and he wasn’t very surprised to see a slimmer male dressed in a light gray suit. it was minseok, one of the managers of a nearby company.

“excuse me?” y/n’s eyebrows furrowed. this wasn’t the first time someone was ‘skeptical’ of y/n’s work ethic and her independent mindset but this was certainly the first time someone said it to her face.

“i mean, i guess i’m just a little confused. wouldn’t you need a man to do all that for you? you know, make the money, get all the things you need to start your own company.” minseok’s smug smirk made y/n want to smack it right off of his face but she kept it professional instead.

“maybe that’s what you think. but everything i have, i made on my own, sir. i don’t know about the rest of you, but i worked hard to get where i am.” every word y/n said she meant. she’d gotten different degrees in college and always had a workaholic mindset.

“you worked hard? or those men you had in your office worked hard?”

everyone around y/n and people within reach of the conversation heard. they all gasped and mumbled, turning to y/n wondering what she would say next.

but before she could say anything, seonghwa stood in front of her, blocking her from minseok’s view. he shoved the shorter male’s shoulder, his face had turned colder than earlier. when he’d looked as if he wouldn’t hurt a fly.

“back off, yoon. you’re not even a director yet, you have no room to talk.” seonghwa’s voice was an octave lower now, his jaw clenching. he followed after y/n who was already storming off toward the exit door.

“where you going? giving your lady friend more money for her pretend organization?” minseok called after him.

he continued his steps after y/n, calling back to minseok, “i’m going to have a discussion about ceo work. something your position and paycheck don’t know a thing about.”

everyone murmured and some laughed at hwa’s comment, which left minseok’s jaw dropped.

after some walking, he found y/n outside of the building, leaning against a light pole.

“what are you doing all the way out here? it’s way too cold.” he stood next to her, stuffing his hands into his pockets.

she shrugged, chuckling bitterly, “i work hard and i still can’t make people happy.”

seonghwa listened to anything else she had to say but those were the only words she let out. he felt bad for her, knowing that she took her work seriously but everyone still saw her as a joke.

“y/n,” he started. “can i call you that?”

she turned to him slightly, gaze still on the ground. the girl nodded, patiently waiting for seonghwa’s next words.

“what you do with your life, your career, it’s not for other people. did you go to college for some random real estate manager? did you study late in the night just to please people?”

seonghwa’s tone was soft but stern. he didn’t want y/n to beat herself up over some vulgar comment. she was way too good for that and even he knew it.

she shook her head, listening to him closely. he was right. y/n always did what she wanted to do when it came to choosing her career and going to school. everyone had always told her that it’d be hard to get to where she was but she never listened to them. now look at her.

“y/n, you’re one of the strongest women i’ve seen,” hwa chuckled. “and i don’t even know you that well yet..”

“you’re just saying that.” she shook her head smiling.

“no, i’m serious! anyone who can’t see how hard you work and how you manage to keep yourself on both feet is just as dumb as minseok.”

his comments made her all giddy inside. y/n had always gotten compliments about her work ethic, so why was it making her all flustered now?

seonghwa was facing her completely now, hoping she’d do the same. and she did, turning her body to face him, her gaze everywhere else but his eyes.

“thank you.” was all she could manage to say as she attempted to hide her growing smile. it wouldn’t show visibly but her cheeks were as warm as the sun.

seonghwa shrugged in a ‘no problem’ manner, smiling back down at her.

“do you you have your phone?” she asked, tilting her head slightly.

hwa patted his pockets, making sure it was there before giving her a confused nod.

she held her hand out for him to give it to her after unlocking it. she typed in her number, saving herself as ‘Ms. L/n 💆🏽‍♀️’.

“for business purposes.” she emphasized the ‘business’ part, letting seonghwa know she was only making fun.

he texted her a quick ‘hi :)’ so she could save his contact.

after grabbing her small bag from the stand by the light pole, she readied herself for home.

she began to step off the pavement sidewalk but turning before she could actually leave.

y/n walked back toward seonghwa, a hand coming to rest on his firm arm. she stood on her toes, planting a warm, long kiss to his cheek. he was surprised at her action but attempted to keep his cool.

his eyes seemed to sparkle afterward, making him look as if he was in a trance.

“thank you again, hwa.” she smiled sweetly, her tone matching her face; soft and warm.

and with that, she turned on her heel, making her way to her vehicle.

⟢ milan’s notes: i wanna make a pt2 just not sure when it’ll be

taglist: @haechansbbg @contyynishimura @sasfransisco @kgneptun (message or comment to be added)

[bucketofpaint]

Prompt part 2 part3

First Encounter

Danny regrets telling his parents. He wouldn't be wandering around a random city if he didn't. It's been a couple of rough weeks. Scratch that it's been rough for a couple of years! Ever since he went into that dumb portal, when he was 14, everything started to go downhill. But now he hit a new low.

He has no place to stay, barely any money left, and if he was found, he'd end up on a dissection table. Oh, and on top of that, his powers had started acting wonky as soon as he left Amity.

Even though it sucked, it still was like a weight had been taken off his chest. Danny was alone. Yes. But he was also free.

For starters, Danny didn't have to pretend that everything was okay anymore. It also gave him some actual control of his life. This was a new beginning, a time for him to finally work towards something better.

But right now, Danny was hungry. Really, really hungry, and granola bars and cheap Ramen weren't cutting it anymore. He needed money. Hopefully, he would be able to get a job using the fake ID Tucker made for him. Getting a job would be a good start.

Danny's thoughts get cut off by the sudden sound of an explosion and the people screaming.

Danny sighed before pulling off into a secluded alley.

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Connor was currently running around gathering people and ushering them to safety, the same thing the rest of the team was doing.

While they did that, some of the League were handled the Rouge, who was responsible for starting the attack.

But its not their fight. Connor and the rest of the team were here as damage control and evacuation.

Just as it seemed like everyone was evaluated, Connor heard someone scream. He whipped around just in time to see debris fall towards a little girl.

No, No, No!

He wasn't going to make it, he wasn't fast enough.He needed to save them. He had to save them!

There was a blur of white and black right befor the debris crashed into the ground, letting out a cloud of dust.

Connor had failed. He couldn't save them. It's all his fault.

Connor froze. Someone was crying. It might not be too late. He ran through the dust towards the sound. As the dust cleared he saw something he didn't expect.

There behind the rubble was a teen. He had white flowy hair and unnatural green eyes. What Connor was really focused on was the little girl in his arms. She was shaking with her arm tightly clutching onto the stranger. But she was alive. Relief flooded Connor.

The Stanger rubbed her back in a soothing way, while talking to her softly. Which Connor could barely hear over how loud his own heart beat was.

Connor watched as the little girl nodded to something the stranger said. The Teen walked over to Connor and stood in front of him, looking hard into Connor's eyes before nodding. He held the nolonger crying girl out to him. Connor reached out and carefully took the girl into his arms. He quickly scanned the girl for injuries before looking back to where the mystery teen was. He wasn't there. He had left, and Connor didn't even notice.

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@avelnfear @tiblii @quirky-gardener @nerdypaintbrush @silverheartlugia2000 @holygoldfish

[vertigoed]

tinder || satoru gojo

PART 2 out

gojo: do you want to have sex?

you stare at your phone with a mixture of disappointment and disgust. this satoru gojo that you matched with was truly a wasted potential. he was your ideal type- tall, massive shoulders and muscly forearms with a pretty face and beautiful blue eyes. every photo on his profile looked like an editorial just by his aura that oozed from the screen.

seriously? not even a hello, how are you? you think to yourself and a sigh escaped your lips, wondering if you should delete him.

normally you would instantly unmatch the guys who asked such vulgar questions upfront. usually, you don't even bother replying, but this time, you found yourself replying to this 30 year old man.

a part of you enjoyed the shred of attention given by this stanger. even though you knew he probably sent the same message to every women he's matched with and fucks anything with a hole.

the man was atrociously stunning, the type to have you squealing on the bed when you realised he swiped back on you. the type to have, without a doubt, thousands of matches spamming his inbox with beautiful women all over the globe asking to meet up with him.

your heart beats fast as you press send.

you: no

you knew you were just playing hard to get, he was probably aware of that too. you wouldn't be surprised if he didn't answer. but within a couple minutes, you get a notification.

gojo: well that's unfortunate

gojo: i really wanted to be with you

your heart pounds faster. you were ashamed at the fact that you were blushing over a stranger asking you for sex. he didn't even have the common courtesy to ask what your interests are, let alone ask how your night is going. you were better than this, right?

you: it's unfortunate that you're such a pervert.

he begins typing back straight away.

gojo: do you want me to take you out on a date before or something?

your eyes roll at how cocky he sounded. this man obviously knew he was attractive and could get away with saying anything he wanted. you chew on your lip as you type your response.

you: obviously why would i sleep with someone i don't know?

gojo: you'll like me though

you decide you'll wait a bit before you reply, not wanting to give him too much validation. you go on his profile, raising an eyebrow at the vague description he had.

Satoru Gojo, 30

occupation: sensei

i like quick texters

perfect, he can wait two hours then, you think to yourself and placed your phone down. it was hard for you to ignore the buzz of your phone, instead you try to focus on the anime playing on the tv screen.

you found yourself checking the time every ten minutes or so, until you couldn't resist seeing what he said.

gojo: let me take you out then and we'll see if you let me fuck you

this time round, something else inside of you fluttered. you hold back the smile creeping on your face, fingers hovering over your phone as you thought of what to say.

you: i dont like to meet strangers without getting to know them first

you had a slight feeling he was going to give up by this point as he just seemed desperate for a quick fuck. even though the man was irresistibly hot, he could be a deranged serial killer so you had to play it safe.

gojo: wanna facetime then?

your eyes widen, your hands instantly reaching to your bed hair as you read his message. there was no way in hell you were going to facetime him. you gulp and toss your phone to the bed again, not knowing what you were going to say.

an hour passed and your phone buzzed again.

gojo: stop playing hard to get, it doesn't work on me

you smirked and typed your answer: it's working isn't it?

gojo: facetime me or you're a bitch

you: i guess i'm a bitch then

gojo: can i call you other names when i fuck you?

your mouth drops at his obnoxious message. you feel yourself tingle at the thought and that truly made you hate every fibre of your being.

normally, guys like satoru disgusted you. turned you off, made you want to gag. as your eyes were glued to the television, you were deep in thought, questioning your entire morals and self esteem. were you really going to let a random man objectify you, just because he was hot?

you look at his profile photo again and you don't even realise that foolish smile you had. i guess a face like that gets a free pass, you think to yourself.

you: we shall see

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PART 2 out

masterlist

[babiebom]

Stardew Bachelor/ette's as relationship tropes

A/N: because this is cute and im in my feelings watching the little mermaid im feeling so giddy omfg THIS MOVIE WAS MADE FOR MEEKLALQOWOSOA also plus victor and Sofia(sophia?) WOW so if anyone has already read this it was not finished nor was it supposed to be posted so as I finish it it'll just be updating because i don't wanna delete it oopsies!

Tw: none? Idk maybe bullying???

Genre: headcanons

Wc:maybe like 5 bullet points per thing?

Sdv Masterlist

Strangers to Lovers:

Emily

Penny

Leah

Elliott

Friends to Lovers:

I feel like Penny and Leah would be a meet-cute sorta thing like at a coffee shop or a library

Maybe elliott also at the library or at a bar

But I feel like with Emily it would be somewhere chaotic

Like a concert

Or a rally of some sort

All of these would be like a romance novel of some sort you meet your soulmate on a chance outing super cute!!!

Sam

Sophia(Sofia?)

Enemies to Lovers:

Harvey

All of these guys seem as if they fall hard for friends mostly

Like yeah they sometimes find a stanger attractive

But I feel as if these people are the kind to slowly develop a crush on someone they already know

Sam would make the best tv show character and Sophia(pls someone tell me how to spell) and Harvey would make better book characters

Haley

Sebastian

Abigail

Second chance:

Alex

You probably absolutely hated these guys ngl

Like I feel like they have enemy quality

Like especially Haley and Alex they have high school bully energy to me

So even if they weren't bullys they would somehow end up on your kill list

Seb and Abigail seem like general assholes and probably did something to piss you off(im saying this as a Seb girlie)

Honestly my favorite genre to read but that's because i am toxic oops

Shane

Victor

Maru

I feel like these three would've been in relationships they had to let go of for different reasons and now that time has passed you meet again and get that second chance at loving one another

Shane would prolly be because of his downward spiral and you two broke up after a heated fight because he just refused to try so you left(Jas was torn up but doesn't really remember because she was younger)

Victor prolly had to break up with you because of Olivia and different statuses in money. She only wants the best for her son and unfortunately in her eyes you were not it.

For Maru i think its obvious Demetrius had something to do about it. Maybe you were in a relationship in high school

And even if her grades didn't slip at all when he found out he made her break up with you to force her to focus on her future.

[reydoll]

I Promise I'll Love You Again

Slugterra OC Introductions

Welcome to my introductory post for my Slugterra OCs. I only have 3; the rest I had I either moved into my own original universe or just chose to leave behind (apologies, dearest Jensen).

For more context, for my timeline, present day is after the events of Ascension take place. I'm boring like that.

Madame Noire (Elizabeth Noire)

Age: 29 (might be changed)

Introduction As mentioned previously, I had several Slugterra OCs, some of which needed to interact with Dr. Blakk. This was pre-Ascension, so I had to figure out a reason why Dr. Blakk would be present. Ultimately, I decided that I should just make a character to replace him in the company.

This character was made many moons ago, and her character has stayed mostly the same. Of course, now that Ascension has been released, her existence is not really warranted, but I really enjoyed having a version of Dr. Blakk that was pleasant to be around, so I kept her.

Background

Young Elizabeth Noire was never fond of her father, and her father was somehow even less fond of her. When given the opportunity to leave her life behind by the same man who did her a favor and lied to her father on her whereabouts, she took it. That man was no other than a young Thaddius Blakk. She'd been with Thaddius from the very beginning, back when Blakk Industries was a mere concept. As such, the two have been through a lot together. Dr. Thaddius Blakk may never admit it, but dear Elizabeth might be the closest the man would get to a daughter. She, alongside her most beloved researcher, Desmond, mostly worked at the Blakksite; a secret facility unknown to most of the 99 Caverns' inhabitants. The two would visit the Citadel for status reports and research findings, but they were rarely seen outside of that. At least, not often enough for people outside of Blakk Industries to really know of her existence.

Present

After Dr. Blakk's disappearance, Elizabeth had been working away at mending the pieces he left behind. Alas, she'd finally rebuilt Blakk Industries to the great company it once was, and many believed that Blakk Industries may be better in the young woman's hands. Little do they know, despite being the new leader, she is still chasing after Dr. Blakk goals of taking over Slugterra, especially after his sudden reappearance into her life.

Desmond "Dez" Stanger

Age: 30

Introduction Now, let's start with the fact that Dez is not really a Slugterra OC at all. He started out in Slugterra, but I did eventually choose to move him out to my original universe, Momentum (and he has a vacation home in My Time at Portia). However, I'd decided I wanted to revisit my Eastern Caverns OC, and knew I needed him for her character to work, so he's back.

His background has not really changed since his inception, just added onto. His personality has changed a bit though: from an overworked and tired researcher, to one who very much likes working a lot, but chooses to prioritize his sleep and general well-being. Essentially, he's a well put-together adult now, and a lot more nice and polite.

You are a lot more likely to see Dez than the other 2, due to a combination of him playing a part in multiple stories, and just the fact he's my favorite (and currently the prime victim of my obsessive behavior).

Background

One would not have guessed it from his gentle demeanor, but Desmond Stanger hailed from a family of ruthless mercenaries and bounty hunters. They were known for their prowess in slugslinging, but so were they known for their lack of mercy and inclination to play dirty. Desmond wanted no part in it. He decided he wouldn't follow in his family's footsteps and instead pursued where his heart lied: the sciences. To this day, he rarely mentions his family and would prefer to not disclose his home cavern. As he left behind his fate as a slugslinger, he found himself studying and, eventually, working at the Slugterra Institute of Technology in Futuria Cavern. However, it wasn't long until the researcher grew an interest in Dark Water, and what better place could he get his hands on the substance besides Blakk Industries?

Present

Desmond currently works as a researcher and engineer at Blakk Industries, and has been doing so for some time now. Working mostly under Madame Noire, they were usually situated at the Blakksite, but have moved operations to the Citadel after Madame Noire's takeover of Blakk Industries. His main goal is to study Dark Water and find any beneficial uses it may have, but it seems the work of designing and creating weapons has taken up much of his time since he was hired. He is less than thrilled about it; even less so knowing what exactly will come from his work.

Veera Trivedi

Age: 16

Introduction I'm not sure why I decided to do it, but I made an OC from the Eastern Caverns. My friends from the time I made her might know that I could never figure out what I wanted for this character.

Revisions were constant. This character came from me wanting a character from the Eastern Caverns; not because I had any real love for her. Though, I'm happy to tell you that after a long visit to the hospital, I do finally have something for her. It only took a couple years of neglect.

It will be obvious that she's just the "badass fighter who doesn't talk a lot and is angry all the time," character type, which I admit, I am not the biggest fan of. In all honesty, I find her interactions with Desmond the most endearing part of her character and it's pretty much the sole thing I care about.

Background

Youngest daughter of the Trivedi family of the Eastern Caverns. Her family's sacred duty was to act as a bridge between the inhabitants of the East and the Shadow Clan. When the Shadow Clan had come to them to deliver a message that their newborn daughter would be the one to defeat a great evil, the Trivedis wasted no time to make sure the young Trivedi would be more than prepared to best this great evil. She trained all day and night. She was expected to not only be a slugslinging master, but too a slug-fu master. She was neither. She fought hard to be what was needed of her, but then the dreaded day came: The Champion had returned, alongside a group called the Shane Gang. They brought down the Emperor, and her entire life. Being part of the Trivedi family meant the young girl had access to ancient Shadow Clan technology most people could only wish to get their hands on. Stealing one of the Shadow Walkers her family kept hidden away, she left behind her life in the Eastern Caverns, and doesn't intend on ever looking back.

Present

Veera now resides in the 99 Caverns. She works as a regular goon at Blakk Industries and acts as Desmond's apprentice during her off-time. She harbors an immense amount of shame and resentment that she is able to channel during work. Though she struggles with things many might find second nature, she's been blessed with Slugterra's most patient teacher.

Conclusion

I do realize all their backstories are incredibly similar. I'll spoil the magic: not intentional. I came up with their backstories separately and they all somehow ended up the same.

Now, I would love to continue spamming this post with useless facts of my characters, but I will save that for a, "Dumb Stuff about my Characters," post.

Though, I will say that I have mentioned several times on my Instagram that Veera sees Desmond as a father figure and Noire sees him as her best friend. However, he would never call Noire his best friend (despite caring about her as much she does him). Not for any nefarious reason, I just believe it might it a bit out of his comfort zone to say things like that. He seems a little too reserved.

Veera and Noire do have a relationship, it's just not on the same level of the one with Desmond. Noire is quite warm with Veera; it's just not the kind of warmth Veera can appreciate quite yet.

Special Thanks

...to you for reading this post. I hope you the best of days. Hopefully I will continue writing posts like these since, there's not much point in letting these ideas rot in my brain. Question box always open if you have any questions, and DMs always open as well if you need to contact me.

Regards.

[blushingdread]

Skeptic/Contrarain is very fun to me

Post Stanger Contarain dealing with the fact that he needs to take everything so much seriously because the people here are real, and he can cause real harm ("she's talking about the worst part of us" <- talking about himself I cri every time)

And

Post Cage Skeptic dealing with the fact that his hunt for the truth and his desire for everything to be perfectly real and sensical was hurting the actual person in front of him

Pov: you're trying to become a better person with someone who needs to learn the opposite lesson to you

They got like opposite issues! They could help each other chill out in their respective directions!

Also, Contrarian is well, his title says it all, and I think Skeptic would genuinely like his input. Especially after he's learned that the logic of their world is uh bullshit and belief. Contra makes a suggestion that contradicts everything Skeptic has been thinking, and you know what? Sure! Fuck it! Let's test it. This might as well happen. With bonus points of Contra being happy someone enjoys his suggestions

I think they'd fight a lot at first but very quickly forgive each other, before settling down into something more balanced for both of them

Someone would have to intentionally tell them to start hanging around eachother for this reason tho, probably Hero. Hero assigned support system. Go, make eachother better

Bonus points: Cold is their guinea pig for experments bc he's down for literally whatever

[47gaslamps]

The matter is now in the hands of the police; but it can hardly be hoped that their exertions will be attended by any better results than in the past. Some of the men were recognized, and there is hope that a conviction may be obtained. The source of the outrage was, it need hardly be said, that infamous society which has held this community in bondage for so long a period, and against which the Herald has taken so uncompromising a stand. Mr. Stanger’s many friends will rejoice to hear that, though he has been cruelly and brutally beaten, and though he has sustained severe injuries about the head, there is no immediate danger to his life.

Can we stop and ponder what absolute nerves of steel this newspaper has. Technically they're still not mentioning McGinty or the Freemen, those are the terms, but they are going right up against that line with the gamest face they can muster.

And the policemen, too. This isn't a normal town, but to a man they are behaving as though it is rather than going along and compounding the problem. The parts don't move, but that's no reason not to keep your piece intact.

The civilians in VALL are, for my money, one of the best parts of the entire Sherlockian canon.