#Frozen analyses

[bumblebeehug]

the last “beware the frozen heart” gave me major goosebumps when i saw frozen for the first time

and the fist scene!!! with the saw!!! I SAW IT IN 3D DO YOU UNDERSTAND HOW COOL THAT WAS, I GOT JUMPSCARED AND KICKSTARTED INTO LISTENING TO THE BEST CINEMA SONG KNOWN TO MAN

[more-mara]

In honour of:

Lando didn’t have a thing for hands. He never really got it when girls would fawn over his larger hands- grabbing them to compare to their own.

He was never really into it either when another guy's hand would dwarf his own- thick and veiny and basically every girl's wet dream.

He just didn’t get it.

Until now- until he’s staring down at Oscar’s entire hand wrapped around just Landos thumb in a poor attempt at a dap.

He didn’t think he was staring but how the fuck could he not be- the sight was obscene. Oscar’s dainty fucking hand just barely covering the top of Landos.

Fuck.

Lando couldn’t help but imagine it- Oscar’s hand wrapped around Landos cock instead of his thumb.

Lando knew he was big- like, objectively. He’s fucked enough people to know that he was bigger than the average bloke. He could feel his cock swelling in his pants as he thought about Oscar’s hand barely able to cover it- struggling to jerk him off properly.

Lando was pretty sure he was frozen in place but he couldn’t help it. He didn’t even know what he said after that- for all he knows he could be telling Oscar how bad he wants to fuck him- see him sqirmining on his cock with both his wrists pinned between one of Landos hands.

Okay. Time to reel that in.

Lando had to remind himself that there were cameras fucking everywhere- ready to capture the moment Lando chubs up in his jeans just from looking at his teammates hands.

Okay, so he might have a hand thing.

Somehow he’d never fucking noticed the sheer size difference between him and Oscar. He’d seen it in passing on twitter but never stopped long enough to actually see it.

Now all that’s on Landos timeline are pictures of him looking stunned as Oscar wraps his entire fucking hand around Landos thumb.

It looks worse from an outside perspective. So much fucking worse.

Lando analyses it now- can’t fucking help it as he just stares at the images and tries not to imagine that his thumb is his cock. It’s pretty difficult when the blurry image kind of looks a bit phallic anyway.

Lando gets his hand down his jeans immediately, fucking up into the circle of his hand leisurely as he stares at the picture- as he watches the video over and over again until he cums- as if he was fucking watching porn.

It was so much worse than porn.

He cringed immediately when he pulled his hand out- realised he’d just came in his pants like a fucking teenager.

Right…so he definitely had a hand thing.

[3rdgymbros]

━ 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐈 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐓𝐨 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭.

— pairing; malleus draconia x reader

— summary; set in the future, where there's a threat to you and your unborn child

— notes; i was inspired to write this after watching a scene on youtube where we meet maleanor for the first time. please donate to my kofi if you like my work. and know that i am mentally smooching everyone who reblogs my stuff.

❋ It starts off as an ordinary day.

❋ You typically spend your mornings in the palace gardens, enjoying the breeze on your skin and the smell of fresh flowers. Now that you’re heavily pregnant with the future heir of Briar Valley, you’re constantly monitored by the Royal Guards, ensuring your safety in the absence of their Lord.

❋ But on this particular day, something goes wrong.

❋ The threat to your safety is swift and sudden, leaving you scrambling to protect your unborn child. Your protectors are caught off guard, leaving you vulnerable and unprotected for just a few terrifying moments.

❋ When word of the attack reaches Malleus, his blood runs cold. Then, it boils. His composure cracks, betraying the true depths of his emotions: a controlled, silent rage that emanates a chilling aura throughout the castle hall. His magic crackles in the air, the darkness swirling like a tempest around him. Everyone, guards and servants alike, can feel the suffocating weight of his fury.

❋ The guards — some of Briar Valley’s finest — stand frozen before Malleus, unable to meet his gaze with their heads bowed low. But he doesn't lash out immediately. Instead, he surveys them with a thoughtful, calculating look, purposely prolonging the tension in the otherwise silent room as they await his judgement.

❋ In his mind, he’s analysing every single one of their failings, dissecting the chain of events that allowed you and his unborn child to be placed in jeopardy. It’s a battle to restrain himself; the true depths of his emotions would surely set Briar Valley ablaze. As it is, the sky outside is already grey and overcast, reflecting the blackness of his mood.

❋ Finally, Malleus confronts the guards with a chilling calmness, his voice like the crackling embers of a storm. “Your folly,” he hisses, his words cold and precise, “could have cost Briar Valley its future.”

❋ Lilia watches from the shadows, a fond smile playing across his lips. Secretly, he’s taken aback by how much Malleus resembles his mother in this very moment. Maleanor had once looked at him the same way, with blazing eyes and a terrifying show of lightning magic, when he had arrived moments too late to protect her and her egg, a young Malleus still forming inside.  

❋ Maleanor’s fierce love had been passed down to Malleus, and he would protect you and his child just as she had protected him.

[kismetlotts]

cw: Simon changing when he meets you, miscommunication between you and him, short drabble, Simon is bad with feelings

Simon who had always looked with his eyes and not his head. It didn't matter if he was walking into a room, talking with a friend or on a mission, that man would look with eyes alone. Pupils working overtime as they would flicker fast, analysing every detail he needed to know while he remained stoic in place. Even if you were at his side, he would never turn to face you.

But when you came along, when you introduced yourself- he found himself changing and losing the person he was so used to being. Stumbling over his words, face actually heating up in embarrassment and he found himself longing to be with you constantly.

When he heard your voice, his head was spinning around so fast he could easily give himself whiplash. Stomach knotting with an anxiety he wasn't accustomed to because for the first time in years he was fucking nervous. No longer wanting to be the cruelly cold bastard he was to everyone he knew, but someone better. Someone that you would approve of.

Every time you passed him, his head would follow you like a lost puppy, his lips trembling with the need to call out to you or say something to you but it was too out of character for him- to weird.

His attempts of a laugh during your conversations would come out as bored huffs, you saw as his mask glared down at you and not the way he adored at you beneath it. His gaze unable to leave you, everything but his heart frozen still in place. He would barley speak to avoid messing up, but to you it gave the impression you were wasting his time.

He scared you with his cold demeanour and you scared him from the way you made him feel. Looking at you with love, longing- everything he had buried inside and not just his eyes. All the smoke grenades and flash bombs parting and he finally felt like his vision was clear, and not tarnished like the rest of his senses.

He saw you in a way he wanted to see things forever.

[tjerra14]

got my notes and a coffee and two hours left before I need to leave for work, so buckle up because this will be LONG

So since my characterisation of Ikrie is heavily leaning on the fact that she was abandoned as a child, I've been thinking about this (and as one thing leads to another, Banuk society and community/family structures) quite a bit, and yes. I agree.

As you pointed out, the Banuk, due to the werak system and predominantly nomadic lifestyle, are less homogenous than say, the Nora or the Oseram. This allows for a more individualistic approach to a variety of matters, and easier adaption to their surroundings--which makes sense considering the lands they call home. (They do have a shared history and identity and culture and ideals, however, which leads me to the assumption they are a lot less fractured than the game with its fairly sharp distinction between various weraks makes it seem to be, but that's a whole different can of worms. If you forgive the shameless self-plug, I go into it and off the rails a little in Delineation.) So with the White Teeth being a stand-in for one end of the spectrum--praising self-reliance and survival skills in the harshest surroundings possible above all else, leaving little space for compassion--I'd argue we could take Song's Edge as an example for the other.

It's been a while since I played Frozen Wilds in earnest and didn't just beeline it to the glacier to snap some pics, but I seem to recall there's a conversation with either Aratak or Burgrend or both (most likely Aratak, though) where Song's Edge, in its current form as a somewhat if not entirely permanent settlement, is referred to as slightly atypical as encampments go. Not so much existing at all--we do know the Banuk have permanent or semi-permanent settlements for as long as they can keep them (see Longnotch as a hunting outpost, or even the bandit camp in which several of the Banuk moving back in remark that they're glad to have it back because it was a good place), and it only makes sense: theirs is a land of scarce resources, so they move on when the surrounding area can no longer sustain them, but if an area is viable for years? Why would you waste resources and lives roaming dangerous wilds if you already have what you are looking for, at least for now? Song's Edge has been around for a while. We know Aratak took his werak there to defend the Cut from Carja invasions during the Red Raids, but it seems it existed before that (maybe a trading outpost in addition to serving as a defensive position? it is situated right on the border, so that would make sense); and people stayed and more arrived after the raids stopped. So by the looks of it, it's about as safe and capable of supporting a larger group of people as any settlement at the fringes of nowhere can get.

This is reflected in how it is presented in-game: there's a whole bunch of children roaming about, and many of the hunters seem to be of teenage age or merely a little older, still in training. I honestly don't believe all of them belong to Aratak's werak, and I think he even says so at some point (but I could be wrong on that. I need to replay. Unfortunately currently I'm stuck taking pictures of trees in the remaster. Again). They might be part of another werak passing through and staying for a while to rest, or--which I think more likely--some people decided to stay for as long as Song's Edge will have them, and raise their kids there away from the dangers of the wilds.

The Banuk prioritise survival above all else. "Survive, prevail" seems a common sentiment: life is precious, and it must be preserved. As you said, and with that in mind, I agree they'd not leave infants to die if there is any other way. Ikrie says "an infant means two fewer hands to hunt with" when talking about how she never knew her parents which effectively sums up reasons why parents might abandon their child: to survive. To prevail. And maybe, surrendering that child to another werak with more resources at hand, ensuring that the child will also live, when otherwise all or most of them would have died.

What happens to that child after is a different matter. I like to think of them being raised by some members or the entire werak, or maybe sometimes get adopted by parents who lost their own children; depending on a werak's general situation not all of their emotional needs might be met (yeah, I have extensive Ikrie angst hcs around this don't @ me) but generally they are taken care of so that they survive. (Same for children who lose their parents--with a life as perilous as the Banuk lead it, that can't be too rare an occurrence.)

(As for Banuk family units: if you bother the kids in Song's Edge enough, some of them will mention that their mother has forbidden them to talk to strangers, and I think the Great Opilai also mentions her parents at some point. It seems to me that Banuk children do live with their parents first and foremost, but they're probably left to roam the camp/settlement in the care of other werak members (possibly elder hunters?) whenever the parents are out and about. Easy to add one or more orphans to that gaggle of chaos. Raising children is a communal effort for the Nora, so maybe it's similar for the Banuk? It would honestly just make sense.)

Headcanon time! Banuk edition

So we already know that there are many many different Weraks within the Banuk tribe. We also know that they all have their own way of going about things, with different levels of intensity. The White Teeth (the werak associated with Ikrie's questline), for example, is very strict about the survival capabilities of its members, as new recruits must be able to survive four days and nights alone on a glacier. It's doubtful the White Teeth are the only werak with these ideals.

So with that in mind, that leads me to this question: what happens to the babies? Now it's fairly simple to imagine that a member of these weraks who could not keep up with the extreme lifestyle would either be ostracized or die trying to keep up (and in some cases left to die). But I feel that a baby would be treated (slightly) differently. Yes, a child is incapable of many of the actions required by the werak they were born into, but they have the potential to grow. Their weakness isn't a failing at this point, it is an inherent aspect of children which (in the eyes of the werak) can be overcome. I doubt many weraks would leave infants to die (though it's not unheard of) and that's where this headcanon comes in.

It is a common occurrence (at least to the degree that it isn't considered strange in Banuk culture) that the children of these extreme weraks are left in the care of other weraks. Some may know their heritage, others may not, depending on their birth parents and the werak that raised them. Should they wish to become a member of their parent's werak they are usually just as welcomed as any other Banuk.

Some weraks have many of these orphaned children because their land borders that of several extreme weraks. This may even become a part of their identity. Other times there may be only one due to one or both of the groups being nomadic. I believe the extremist weraks would want to be rid of a child as soon as possible, if a nearby werak recently had a birth then they're in luck, they won't have to wait for the infant to be weaned off of milk if they are able to pay the mother to raise the child. Otherwise they will have to wait.

Additionally, the parents of the child could be shunned by their werak as well. Obviously such a werak is no place for children, but people are people and sometimes babies happen. If the child becomes a large burden on the werak, I could see both parents being shunned until the problem is solved. (There's also something to be said here about how childbirth isn't something you just bounce back from and go back to roughing it on a glacier, but this headcanon is about orphans.)

Long story short, it isn't uncommon for weraks to raise the children of these extreme weraks. Many of these kids will remain in the werak they were raised by, some not even knowing they weren't born a part of it to begin with. Others will strive to join the werak of their parents, even if they don't know who they are. And yet others will feel abandoned, not feeling as though they belong to either werak. They might choose to strike out on their own or join a completely different werak.

A/N

WHYYYYY don't we know ANYTHING about Banuk family units??? do they even stay with their parents or is it a group thing??? literally the only people who mention having alive family is Ourea and Aratak and they're siblings. Do parents actually raise specifically their kids or is it like a whole gaggle of moms and dads working together on shifts? Are there weraks that function as giant daycares/boarding schools? I'm just trying to make some sense out of all this. One thing is for sure though: the White Teeth are not gonna keep kids around but kids are still gonna happen. That's life (literally).

[mead-iocre]

Hold My Hand | Leah Williamson x Reader 

synopsis: hiding each other was not an option anymore.

warnings: none :)

wc: 1.2k words

As the final whistle blew, the stadium erupted into cheers. You stood amongst the crowd, your still heart racing from those 90 minutes of pure exciting football. Arsenal had just clinched the Championship, a hard-fought victory that left every single fan in the stadium breathless.

The evening sky, a painting deep oranges and purples, and the stadium lights illuminated a bright glow over the players who were celebrating on the pitch, but your eyes were fixed firmly on your girlfriend.

She stood out, even in the chaos, with her blonde ponytail slightly tousled from the game, her kit smeared with dirt and grass, sweat glistening on her forehead, but a wide smile settled on her face. You could see her eyes scanning the crowd, her eyes searching for you. When your gazes meet, a mixture of overwhelming pride and an intense longing to be near her. 

She started jogging towards you, weaving through the sea of teammates, staff, and pitch volunteers. The barrier between the stands and the pitch seemed far, but Leah approached it with determined strides. She doesn’t stop to talk to anyone, only granting them a quick nod and smile, otherwise her sole focus was on you. She steps over the barrier, marching over until she is standing right in front of you. The only thing separating the two of you is the metal barrier. You moved closer, fingers wrapping around the cool metal of the railing, your eyes never leaving Leah’s.

For a moment, you simply looked at each other, the noise of the crowd fading into a distant hum. Leah reached out first, her fingers brushing against yours on the barrier.

“You did it, Lee!” You shouted over the noise, your voice breaking slightly with emotion.

“We did it,” Leah replied, her voice strong and clear. “You were with me every step of the way, baby.”

You could feel your heart swell with emotion– pride, relief and happiness all at once. You wanted to climb over the barrier, to close the distance and hold your girlfriend tight, but you knew you couldn’t. The both of you weren’t public, and for a while, you were content for it to stay that way. The raise of Leah’s fame meant that people in her life were often scrutinised and exposed, and the Arsenal defender was adamant that she did not want you to go through that. However, it was during moments like this where you wished you could kiss your girlfriend without worrying about other people’s reactions. It’s times like this when you longed to be able to wear her name on the back of your shirt without people speculating and over analysing every single interaction online. 

You settled for squeezing her fingers, trying to convey all the love you felt in that simple touch, desperately holding yourself back from kissing her in front of all of these people who probably already had their phones out. 

But Leah surprised you when she leaned over the barrier, pulling you into her for a hug. She wrapped her arms around your waist tightly, burying her face into the crook of your neck. You were frozen for a second before instincts took over and you were folding her in your arms in return. Her breath was warm against your neck and you swear she sneaks a kiss against the spot where your shoulder meets your neck. 

You feel her whisper against your skin. “Love you, baby. Thank you for being here”

Turning your head so it lightly grazes her ear, you whisper right back. “Am I a good girlfriend for following you halfway around the world to be here?”

Leah chuckles, her breath warm against your neck. She pulls back slightly until you are seeing eye to eye but she still hasn’t moved her arms away from you. You had no doubt the rumours will start to swirl again. “The best, baby.”

For another moment, you only looked at each other, before Leah breaks the silence. “D’you want to come onto the pitch? Join us for a lap around?”

“But people will talk…”

“Yeah but I don’t care about that– do you?”

“No…”

“Then come on, baby” She makes a ‘come here’ gesture with her hands excitedly, a big smile on her face. You saw the exhilaration, her love, and the silent invitation written all over her face. With a barely perceptible nod, you agreed. 

Leah grabs you around the waist, lifting you over the barrier until your feet are touching the hers. You squeeze her bicep in gratitude before she grabs your hand and pulls you towards the small crowd gathered in the middle of the pitch. The team all knew you– and your relationship with Leah– and they’ve done everything they can to keep the speculations off of you, so a few eyebrows raised when they saw you two walking towards them with your hands clasped together. You think you saw Beth nudge Lotte on the arm from your peripheral but you can’t be sure.

“Ya joining us for a lap, darling?” Katie says as she greets you with a hug before she turns to Leah with a grin. “Nice of you to allow us to see her once in a while, skipper!”

Leah just narrows her eyes at the Irish, playfully nudging her away. “Piss off, Katie” 

Before you had a chance to join the conversation, Leah was dragging you away by the hand, weaving through the crowd of her teammates until the both of you are towards the front of the group. Aware of the hundreds of eyes around the stadium, you attempt to shake off your girlfriend’s grip but all she does is intertwine your fingers together. 

With wide eyes, you tug her hand, leaning close to the blonde beside you. “Lee…what are you doing?”

Blue eyes meet yours, the perfect blend of sky and sea. You swear the colour of her eyes are the prettiest shade of blue you had ever seen. “Holding my girl’s hand.”

“…in front of all these people?”

Her blue eyes were the first thing you noticed when you saw her for the first time. When she was moody, they would darken slightly. Her eyebrows would draw together sharply, forming a deep furrow above the bridge of her nose, casting a shadow that made her eyes appear even more intense. Every time she laughed or smiled, the corners of her eyes would crinkle with amusement, the blues appearing lighter and serene.

When the world feels a too big, and you feel like cowering into your own little corner, Leah was right there beside you. Looking into those eyes granted a feeling of comfort– offering a gentle reassurance that no matter the storm raging outside, you was always home when you were with her. Right now, her gaze was steady and they spoke of quiet strength that promised safety. 

From the beginning, you both knew the risks. The media was relentless, especially when they find out that their beloved England captain has a life outside of football, a life they are not privy to. Fans are always hunting for a peek into their favourite footballers’ personal lives and the backlash might be too much. The sad reality is that the world of football is not always kind to those who deviated from their “norm”. However, the alternative—continuing to hide each other—was no longer an option.

As you walk hand in hand around the pitch, you felt that there was an unspoken promise emitting from the girl beside you– a promise that you will be cherished, and that your fears and doubts were safe to share with her.

A squeeze of your hand. 

“In front of all of these people.”

feeling a bit inspired lately so I hope you enjoyed this one. next one might be an alexia fic...

ps. told yall I would post today (and I stuck to it!!!)

-- kisses, butter.

[soldiersgirl]

SMOKE BREAK .ᐟ

summary ⭑ ben had been struggling, but finally he and the boys got somewhat of a win. that meant celebrating and finally letting a little joy into his life. cw ⭑ joint!reader x soldier boy. mentions of fighting, blood, death. mentions of sex and herogasm. mentions of the boys (butcher, hughie, annie, m.m) & homelander & oc supe (genii). mentions of ben's trauma and daddy issues. mentions of drugs (weed). swearing. yelling. word count ⭑ 1,974 words

a punch. a grunt. the sound of a man falling to his knees. soldier boy was ruthless, as always. working his way through the violent crowd with ease, like a boxer gliding and weaving through the oncoming onslaught of jabs and hooks. butcher and annie were handing out their punches like candy on halloween to keep the pissed-off supes at bay whilst hughie and m.m tried their best to subdue with halothane bombs. ben's eyes flickered between them all and felt a minuscule shiver go down his spine as the scene in front of him unfolded. herogasm turned out to be more bloody than soldier boy remembered it.

and it only grew bloodier by the minute as more and more casualties fell in the heat of the battle. it wasn't as simple as good versus bad, it never had been. it was about bad versus worse and ben was ready to end it once and for all. to finally lay down homelander and take his righteous place as america's hero. the way it was supposed to be and always should have been.

like the good and loyal soldier ben is, he punched, pushed and stabbed anyone who dared stand in his way to homelander. he was ready for this to end, here and now. the way homelander made a mockery of supes made ben sick to his stomach. every time he stole a glance at the blonde false god, his blood boiled and his indispensable rage took over. it's all going according to butcher's plan. yells of frustration and unfiltered rage sliced overtook the previous moans and groans of pleasure that had filled the tnt twins sex-infested apartment.

as ben let his soldier instincts take over, the swing of his shield and slash of his trusted knife is second-nature to him. despite the gore and guts, he almost feels at home amongst the chaos. now only one thing stood between ben and john, one last supe to take down before ben could taste victory. they circled and stalked each other like ravenous predators, each twitch and flinch analysed, waiting for the right moment to strike. genii's power was almost as unpredictable as ben; his ability to gain wishes at random had become infamous. one touch and any wish you had could be granted, but you never knew which or when it would happen. it either ended in success or catastrophe whenever genii was around and ben was adamant to ensure that he didn't get his hands on anyone. until he did.

in the heat of the moment, homelander had lifted and thrown butcher into soldier boy making him stumble and lose his step. his trusted tin case, carrying his long-time lucky joint, fell out from in between his chest and enforced chest plate making ben scramble after it. he was saving it as a celebration and he wasn't gonna let it go now after all this time. genii charged ahead and seized the rare opportunity of ben's loss of control and grabbed soldier boy roughly by the jaw, while ben grasped his tin case like his life depended on it.

"get fuckin' off me, you dick!" ben growled as they scuffled and threw fists, but it was too late for ben. genii's eyes rolled into the back of his head and stood completely frozen as ben started to convulse and fell into an unconscious state. his case slipping from his fingers as darkness took over and the last he heard was the desperate yelling from the boys.

the boys had carried ben's heavy, unconscious body into butcher's trusty cadillac as he slowly came back to reality. he immediately started swinging, his body still in fight or flight mode.

"easy, lad!" butcher yelled as he pinned ben's arms back whilst he thrashed and yelled.

"let me at him! i'm gonna fucking kill him!" ben breathed harshly through his nose, his chest heaving as his eyes glided over the boys in front of him, their expressions unreadable. he slowly started to surrender and laid back against the leather seats, closing his eyes and silently beating himself up. the others sat themselves in the car as butcher explained how "technically" it was a success as they managed to make homelander bleed; a rare occurrence. ben only scoffed and sighed in the backseat at each of butcher's words. until annie, mostly begrudgingly, slides something into ben's unsuspecting hands; his tin case. his eyes shot up but they never meet hers as she glances out the window and acts like nothing happened. ben feels a smile flicker across his lips as he looks down and caresses his precious case that had been with him through thick and thin, more than anyone else.

his thumb followed along the curves and indents that decorated the battered tin case – an old altoids mint case that his father had given him as a child. his father hadn't given him much, but he knew ben's weakness for mints and would occasionally gift him one or two, when he was in the mood. he silently admired the scratches that ran along its sides, a sign of the love and use that ben had gotten out of it. this case was the last gift he had gotten from his father before he turned his back on him. it's all he had left of what he once called a family. a sickening, unfamiliar feeling washed over ben and he was sure it was going to swallow him whole.

trashing his apartment didn't ease the pain like ben had hoped for. he knew butcher was right, it has been the closest they had come to winning. to taking down homelander. but they weren't close enough. ben sat amongst his self-made chaos and gazed at his beloved case once again, opening and closing the lid. finding comfort in the whine of the hinges and the nostalgic aroma of his favourite weed blend rolled into his lucky joint.

he sprawled out onto the bed with a loud sigh going over his faults, his mistakes, trying to figure out how he could get better and finally take down the blonde menace. he took out the joint and held it in his hand, feeling the weight and admiring the curve of it. the only thing that could bring him comfort, that could silence his father's loud criticisms that constantly haunts him. he laid the lucky joint on his rolling tray that had it's permanent spot next to ben's pillow, planning on smoking it in the morning to finally bring him the luck he needed. he laid there, staring aimlessly at the ceiling, wishing he could rely on someone rather than something. maybe this would all be easier if he did, but that's something he guesses he will never know as he finally rolls over and falls into a deep hibernation.

until an arm slings itself around his waist. his eyes snap open. his breathing stops. the usual silence in his cluttered space was disturbed by a second slow, rhythmic breathing. ben dives forward and grabs the knife hidden under his bedside table and shoots up out of the bed, knife at the ready to defend himself.

"what the fuck?! how the fuck did you get in here..? what.. the fuck is going on?!" ben yells, bombarding you with questions as his eyes glide over your slumbering form as you slowly start to sit up and rub your eyes; any lack of surprise on your end. you sleepily gaze up at him, realisation sets in and you lock up. every muscle and nerve stiff, a moment of peace, before reality sets in.

"oh my god... oh my god, oh fuck... no, what?" you mumble to yourself as you slowly roll and test out all your limbs and appendages, touching your face and body in disbelief, the duvet covering your exposed body. you wiggle your hands and toes and can't stop a soft giggle from escaping as you gaze around in amazement, despite the current state of ben's apartment. you stretched, traced the soft features of your face and grabbed at your own cheeks.

"hey!" ben's commanding voice slices through the tranquility of the moment. your eyes finally rest on his shivering form, the adrenaline pumping through him like a raging river after a storm.

"it's so nice to see something other than the inside of that tin case you've been keeping me in." you softly state.

"what? what?" ben yells, brandishing the knife. "you crazy bitch, i.." his limbs go limp for a second as his usual stoic mask falters. "what the fuck did you say?"

"you kept me prisoner in that thing for ages. i was wondering when you were finally going to let me out. see the world." you give him a soft smile as you point around his room. ben was sure he had been drugged, even poisoned. this could not be fucking happening. "the way i got thrown around yesterday inside during that fight you guys get in, i have such a headache." you groan. the knife clatters across ben's floor as he drops it and studies you closely.

"have you been fuckin' following me?" he seethes. "how fuckin' long, huh? were you at fuckin' herogasm and decided to stalk me here?" ben starts on a tirade but you quickly shut up him with comforting hushes and shaking of the head.

"i would never hurt you and you know that. i was made to help you. you made me to help you." you say with the warmth he would usually feel with his mouth wrapped around you and inhaling deeply into his trained lungs.

it all clicked.

genii. his wish. his stupid, fuckin' pussy-ass wish to not be alone. and there you are.

ben's disbelief morphed into a state of utter rage. he leapt forward, grabbed you harshly by the shoulders and shook you, but all you could do was laugh.

"this ain't no fucking comedy club! did butcher put you up to this?"

"ben!" you manage to yell through your laughter. "it's me. i only know you! i mean, i've heard the others' voices but you're the only one i could ever recognise." you tentatively reach out and caress his face before he flinches and grimaces.

"alright, alright. if you really fuckin' are who i think you are and not some psycho stalker, then you gotta tell me somethin'. prove it." he hisses into your face.

"i know you better than you know yourself, ben. i know and i've felt your deep sadness. i hear your mumblings, when you think no one else is listening." you tried to tread carefully, knowing his explosive temper all too well. "you always keep me right above your heart, between you and your chest armour. i hear your scattered heartbeat whenever you start to think about your dad."

"enough." his voice barely above a whisper.

"i know you lose yourself in whatever you can find. i've felt your sobs and strained breathing when you're finally alone, as you sit and stare at my confinement. wondering why you were never enough. if you'll ever be enough."

"shut the fuck up!" he shook you one final time before throwing his head back in sheer agitation. "don't... fuckin' say another word." he mumbles.

"i've always listened. and i always will. i want to help you, that's why you made me, didn't you?" your voice light like a feather, a contrast against the simmering tension in the room.

"are you tryin' to tell me.. fuck, that you're my lucky joint?" he sits back onto the balls of his feet, all the rage dispersing at the honesty in your voice.

"i think i prefer joi." you confirm with a toothy smile, leaving ben dumbfounded. how the fuck was he going to explain this mess to the boys?

a/n: meet mine and gabriela's (@h8aaz) child!!!! we are so in love with her and hope u guys are too <3 this was so much fun to write and i actually love this concept more than i could've anticipated! joi's masterlist , millie's masterlist , gabriela's masterlist -`♡´- tag list: @bluemerakis @legalmente-loca @faiszt @vmiina @emeraldcrs @briiverse @figthoughts @sl33pylilbunny @jasvtsc @silverwoodlynx @kayleighwinchester @bejeweledinterludes @yooyieu @nperoconelcositoarriba @lanasgirlfr @velvetdandeli0n @iluvdeanwinchester @cowboysandcigarettes @daylighted @valjy @dulcescorderitas @mostlymarvelgirl @syrma-sensei @rositaslabyrinth @blossomingorchids @deansbbyx @mads-ackles @lunaleah (comment or inbox me to be added)

[flowerfreya]

He's Coming For Me

The office AU part 8 i think

This one is not as long but just need to get over the hump of getting rid of the ex lol

Pairing 141! x reader

Masterlist

The next day you wake up with a crick on your neck from sleeping with the worst hotel pillow you’ve had. Other than waking up sore , you feel like you could do anything right now. No one bothers you about what they want for breakfast , bitchin’ about how they need their laundry done. It’s like you can finally breathe. 

You arrive at the office building around 7:45am , not having to get there so early because you have your own car. You walk into the office and see everyone already here. Which causes you to freeze and think, fuck, they got here early because of you, but because you got a car you don’t need to and fuck, you forgot to tell them.

You roll up to Johnny whispering harshly, “What time did you get here”

“Around 6am”

“Why”

“Had extra stuff to caught up on”

“Oh”, you give him a look. You don’t believe him. Not for one second. 

~

Around lunch time and see Gaz and Simon in the break room and you try to make casual talk, you ask about the weather and did you see the latest thing on some celeb, and then you slide in the question, hoping to get the answer you want.

“So….when did you guys get here this morning?”, leaning against the refrigerator , hoping you don’t look as awkward as you feel.

Gaz starts to answer,“We got here around 6-”, but then Simon interrupts him with a question, “When did you get here”, he’s analysing you trying to psych you out. 

“Well, I got here at 7:45”, you tell them. Simon answers back that they got there 15 minutes before you got there. You don’t believe them. Simon is staring straight at you, looking you in the eye but Gaz is the one giving it away, swaying on his feet and looking back at his desk like it would save him from whatever this conversation is. 

“Okay”, you say very skeptically. You turn and walk around and go to the last person that would give you an answer but probably the most difficult to give you the truth. Price. 

You knock on Price’s door , even through it is open. 

He looks up from his computer, “No need to knock, love. Just come on in”. 

You are determined to get the answer, so no small talk and just ask the question,”Did you all get here early because of me”, you say in one breath. 

“No”.

“Are you lying”. 

“No”. 

You make a noise of frustration, you just want to know so you can apologize for wasting their time. You walk to your desk and just stand there about to make an announcement, When the door slams open and you see your ex boyfriend. He looks disheveled. Bags under his eyes. Wearing the same clothes as yesterday. And he’s coming for you. 

“You bitch”,he snarls. He storms towards you, fingers pointed toward you, muttering about how you owe him, that you need him, how you will regret this , your frozen, eyes wide as you take all this in, and then you prepare to get hit. You pull your shoulders up to your eyes, and turn your head so he won’t hit you so hard. 

You never feel the pain , except you hear Simon voice growl, “I wouldn't do that if I were you”. 

You look up to see Price hold your ex back, Simon standing in front of you and Soap standing to the side of you. 

You grab the back of Simon’s shirt, why?, maybe to stabilize you transfer some of his strength to you. 

Your ex is still ranting, but you can’t hear any of it. You feel outside of your body and feel yourself being moved by maybe Gaz, you just know you're no longer in front of your ex and trying to be convinced to drink some water.

[lesbiantahani]

im not one to like....analyse travis martinez alot but i can NOT stop thinking abt the moment hes holding javi's frozen body and looks back to shauna's expectant gaze and he makes this little shaky, heart-breaking noise thats barely audible as a "no..." bc he realises its inevitable they are going to eat his little brother and he can not stop what is coming. like im never one to disagree with "well they need to eat for their survival" but it truly feels like a gut punch to my soul as a sibling. i think of cradling my dead frozen sister like that then looking back and seeing the hungry canines of teenage girls and go oh...no...please. dont eat what is left of me.

[sadiestarrs]

To Meet A Jinx

this is part one!!

Warnings: none :)) just one mention of a gun

A/N: this is my first arcane/ jinx fic so if it's terrible I'm sorry lol

Plot: You work for Silco and his infamous adopted daughter Jinx, except you’ve never met her until now.

Word count: 1,535

Everybody in the city knew about Silco’s insane, blue-haired, and seemingly manic daughter, Jinx. Working for him meant that you were around his henchmen 24/7 and they definitely talked about her.

Most things said about her ranged from the fact that she looked innocent but could blow your face off or that she did actually blow someone's face off that day.

You had heard Sevika complain, too, especially on shipment days. They were always the busiest and most stressful. Silco made sure to have his trusted members on the ship “just to be safe”. 

He had no reason to make everyone work, mostly because he had Jinx. Everyone knew that she could take on twenty people double her size and still win. You hadn’t seen her do anything remotely close to this but it wasn’t hard to believe.

When more than half of a city knows you for being a bloodthirsty killer, of course, they would be weary. But you still weren’t that convinced.

Some older workers talked about a young Jinx running into Silco’s arms with him hugging back and taking her in immediately. Silco didn’t look like the type of guy to appreciate hugs from anyone but it was clear he loved Jinx. And that had to be for a reason.

“I want you to keep an eye on those two,” Sevika says to you, directing people carrying crates. The two men she pointed at were getting on each other's nerves, shoving and bumping one another for no reason. They must have had other issues away from work. 

Your main job was to solve disputes and help Sevika. It didn’t take much but when there were problems, they were always big.

The two guys had moved out of sight and started bothering each other again, causing commotion and yelling. Before you could get around to them, three shipments were falling on the floor, creating a bright purple pool on the ground. 

Everyone had started shoving, making it too much to handle. People were on the floor, glass was being shoved into the soles of your shoes, and most importantly, nearly 500 coins worth of shimmer had been wasted.

Sevika was definitely going to blame you and no one would fess up. You couldn’t even get to the core of the fight before being shoved to the floor and cutting your hand on a large shard of glass.

It didn’t take much to lose all hope for the future. Not only would Silco fire you, but he would make you pay one way or another. None of those things were appealing, especially considering the fact that you desperately wanted to leave this chapter of your life behind. But not before getting a bit of cash and ditching Zaun.

You were sitting helpless, contemplating your life when a shot was fired. It was hard to see through the crowd but it stopped everyone, all the men scattering and moving away.

In front of you was a, surprisingly short, girl, braids nearly touching the floor, holding a revolver and looking around the ship.

No one made eye contact with her. No one went near her. They all went back to their original places as if the fight never happened.

Jinx.

Just her presence alone was enough to make everyone nervous. You hadn’t even realised that you were still sitting on the floor when she came towards you, holding the gun’s handle out. 

It took you a few seconds before realising that she was helping you up. It was enough to make the workers stop. From the corner of your eye, Sevika stood, arms folded, looking at the both of you. You could have sworn that she was laughing when you held on and got up. 

It brought you extremely close to her face, enough to see her baby-blue eyes glimmer. A smile pokes from the side of her mouth. She stood, analysing your face, eyes, lips. You couldn’t move if you tried, she had hypnotised you.

“What the hell is happening here?”

Silco appeared, frozen on the spot. “I spend half of my life working to make life better for all of you and I’m paid with this?”

It was almost symbolic, the liquid sitting under his shoes, mixing with the dirt and mud on the ground and turning into a deeper purple.

“Jinx?” He looks at her but she doesn’t deviate from you. Her body was rigid, completely cornering you.

Confusion was apparent in his expression, looking over at Sevika who only replies with a smirk.

“Jinx!”

Another glimmer appears in her eyes just before she turns around and walks past Silco, no words said.

No one moves or says anything but everyone was looking at you. Sevika pushes off of the wall she was leaning on, leaving the ship, still laughing.

If it wasn’t for your increased heartbeat, you would have questioned the event but too much had happened. Why did she help you up? Why did she analyse you? Why did she ignore Silco?

The questions rushed to your head faster than you could comprehend and faster than you could move after Silco ordered you to go with him. 

He simply pointed, and yelled, “You!” starting to walk faster than you could keep up with. 

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“What relationship do you have with Jinx?”

Standing in front of Silco in his office with Sevika next to him was never a place you imagined to be. It almost felt like being in a principal’s office and getting scolded.

You didn’t have a “relationship” with Jinx. You had only met her a few minutes ago on the ship. Everything that happened was unplanned and, frankly, strange. And being interrogated by both of them didn’t help.

“I-I don’t have a relationship with her.” The words were staggered and hard to come out. Your heart had only slowed by a few beats but you could still feel it against your skin.

“That isn’t what I saw. Jinx doesn’t do things like that, meaning that you must have something to do with her.” 

His reasoning didn’t make any sense. Just because she looked at you for a few minutes doesn’t mean that anything happened. 

“Jinx is like a daughter to me. I would hate to have anything happen to her.” Silco continues talking, fiddling with his shimmer eye injection tool. It was nice seeing how much he cared for Jinx but in the end, nothing would happen between you two for a multitude of reasons.

Besides, Jinx didn’t seem like the type to be in a relationship. She was probably too busy blowing things up and creating gadgets.

“You’ll keep your distance. If it wasn’t for her you’d be paying for the lost shimmer right now. Don’t come in next week.”

If it wasn’t for her? Did Jinx help you? What could she have said to make Silco excuse you? You couldn’t walk out of his office quickly enough when he finished. It had turned into a hotbox with his continuous smoking, and you desperately needed air.

Just as you walk down the stairs to leave through the Last Drop, there she was, sitting at the bar and leaning dangerously far back.

“Heya toots!”

She springs up, walking towards you and trapping you in a tight hug at the waist. It was a stark difference from only an hour ago.

“Hi,” you say, walking down the stairs and stopping, awkwardly waiting for her to speak.

“Sorry about earlier, I just couldn’t take my eyes off of you.” You tell her that it’s no problem, trying to ignore the comment and your heartbeat increasing again. “Thanks for helping me with Silco.” 

She shrugs, crossing both arms behind her back. “Yeah, he gets like that sometimes.” You both stand in the awkward silence. Luckily, the bar was empty but it was surprisingly chilly. All you wanted was to leave and try to forget everything that just happened.

“I’ve been watching you for a while. You seem pretty cool.”

The compliment was nice and well-intentioned but the more you thought about it, the more worried you became. She watched you? 

“Would you wanna go out sometime? It doesn’t have to be out out, but somewhere we can talk.”

All you could do was nod. It was stupid in hindsight. Silco had just spent twenty minutes telling you to stay away from her and but here you were, practically agreeing to go on a date. 

“Cool! I’ll see you here tomorrow!”

Here? Tomorrow? It was too soon and too close to Silco. Whether he would be out or not, Sevika and other henchmen would be nearby, not to mention all of Silco’s other enemies. It was all a bad idea. 

But you still agreed. It would be nice to talk to someone new. And you were sure that saying no would have a painful consequence.

Jinx smiles again, hugging you once more before disappearing up the stairs, leaving you standing at the bottom of the steps.

“Good luck.” You look behind the bar and see Chuck emerge from underneath the counter.

 “She’s a crazy one.”

[bumblebeehug]

no bc Hans telling Anna (the little sister, aka me) “if only there was someone who loved you” actually changed my brain chemistry and permanently severed the nerve that made me feel lovable. unfortunately this happened before the scene where Elsa’s true sisterly love saves her and Anna gets together with Kristoff so none of those scenes saved me from the permanent damage that came with the entire Hans thing. also i don’t think it helps that love is an open door is the best song (after the ice cutting song in the beginning) bc i actually fell in love with Hans and his “that’s what i was gonna say!” when Anna said sandwiches instead of sentences

worth mentioning though that Kristoff was my (ALL TIME) fave from the moment he entered the movie. the love bombing from Hans rubbed me wrong, even when i was 9

[lovingniamh]

₊˚ʚ 🩷 ₊˚✧ ﾟ. locked in ― Leah Williamson.

summary: you just cannot seem to tear your gaze away.

warnings: none really.

word count: 1.4k.

a/n: been reading way too many Bridgerton fanfics lately, so, if the dialogue seems really formal, blame that. also, hiya

There’s only a limited number of ways one can keep themselves from chasing what they truly desire, and sometimes those ways can disappoint us. Right then, your feelings were brimming at the top of your mind, and no distractions that you tried to think of were holding a red stop sign to hold you back.

You had never realised how captivating one could be. Well, you could. You have seen her in rather many manners—a few in which you found daunting—and the images of her stuck playing on your mind, whirling around on repeat like a record. But this time, it felt intimate. Like she had finally been snapped into reality and noticed you, playing her role for you.

Your heart rate did not seem to get steadier as you tried so hard with the innocence you had left, and the scene in front of you only made your breath hitch for longer and your eyes grow hazier. God, she was gorgeous, and however many times you tried, you just couldn't remove your burning stare away from her. 

The buzz of the club was blurring around you; the obvious natter and thumping of the base were now in the back of your mind. All focus was purely on the blonde, and the blonde only—paralysed from the neck up with a sufficient source of longing and lust.

There was no going back now; you were now shoulders deep into your trance, and once her gaze caught onto yours, you were in fear of never breathing again as your thoughts encased your senses further. 

Nothing was to ease you away, talking with expressions across the private area that you had grown accustomed to over the years. Every time the team made their annual visit, she managed to become more alluring each time you met here—the recent winning glow adding to the tonne of beauty she radiated. Nothing seemed out of place, and you started to believe what you were seeing was just a dream—a drunken dream. 

It was with a blink that she caught on to your frozen state, obvious from the fact that you were not going to stand up and make the first move. With a few sips of liquid courage, you followed her eyes with every step she took, neither of you seeming to let go of the mesmirism you had locked in. 

Once you realised she was becoming increasingly close, your eyes were just about peeking through your eyelids by the time she made it in front of your cowering state, actualising that your thoughts had literally granted your wishes without a word. A slight taunting smile graced her lips as she stood above you before she smoothed the material of her trousers down as she sat beside you—your stare still caught onto her like a mouse stuck to the glue of a teasing trap and now, coincidentally, everything felt sticky.

She leant towards you once she had turned her body, her expression swelling with more amusement at your reaction. You felt the decency to lean further backwards, but she took a pinch of your top to stop you from doing so, continuing to place her face closer to yours. “I think you have won.” 

Still quiet, she edged away from you, analysing your expression as she bit her lip to hide a giggle at the minor furrow of your eyebrows, yourself still talking with your eyes as they glistened over with a sheer of evident confusion. 

“You can speak; you know, I don't bite.” She spoke into the indistinct silence that had appeared around the both of you, tilting her head to the side before you shifted in your seat, the backs of your thighs seemingly tacky against the material. Your mouth just parted before she cut you off again. “Unless you want me to, take it as a reward from me for winning the contest.” 

“What contest?”

“Oh, she speaks!” She gasped comically before lifting the lipstick-stained rim of her glass back to the designer, sipping and swallowing delicately. “You’ve always been quite reserved, haven't you? But never invisible.” 

“I-”

She swallowed the final bit of liquid from her drink before she continued, not until she wiped her lip with the tip of her finger before moving her hand onto the bare of your thigh. “Not in the way you think you are; do you think that I do not notice, y/n?” 

The fixation of your stares was finally torn in half as you took more fancy of the warmth of her palm, the tips of her fingers rounding the edge of the inside of your thighs. The mugginess of the room just grew ten times hotter as you calculated in your head the multiple different consequences that could occur, some of which you had been dreaming of for as long as you could remember. 

She had become fed up with your frigid way of flirting: “I’ve seen you, you and your glances, ganders, and gawks. You’re starting to become insufferable, y/n.” 

A wave of embarrassment washed over you like a tide returning, knowing the feeling all too well from past experiences. “I, um, I’m sorry. I just can't help myself. I promise I’ll stop-” 

“Who said I wanted you to stop?”

Squinting your eyes marginally, you voiced your interpretation: “You, you just said that I was basically a burden.” 

She shook her head softly, reaching up with the hand that was on your thigh to instead brush away the furrow in your eyebrow, her touch then trailing down to your cheek. “No, I said you were insufferable because you won’t act further. I’m tired of waiting, and now I have to make the move myself with the feelings you had first.”

Heart completely in your throat, you made an effort to try to remove it before you spoke, but your words came out with a squeak before it was gone: “You have... you have feelings for me?”

She scoffed, “More than just feelings.” 

Mouth agape, you peered around the room, trying to gather yourself away from the bomb the blonde dropped. A bomb that you had been begging to blow up now for a very long time, so why are you turning away? She gathered you back to her with a light touch of guidance under your chin. “I bloody well hope you still feel the same way.” 

“Kiss me.” You whispered, head lifted by her fingers still as your eyes pleaded for her lips to touch your own. A few blonde curls fell in front of her face as she took the chance, although she hesitated once her lips brushed gracefully against yours. The both of you shivered, goosebumps arising on your skin as you closed your eyes, awaiting more, but nothing came. You peeked one eye open to find her admiring your relaxed features, your impatience bubbling in your stomach. “Leah.” 

“Shh.” She placed one finger over your lips before tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear. “You really are beautiful; did you know that?”

“Leah.” You caught her hand in your own, seeking home on your cheek. Your eyes found themselves back to square one; both your gazes bore into each other as the people around you became properly unknown and unnoticed. Totally forgotten.

She ripped into the silence before you and uttered, “I want you to kiss me.” 

Bringing your hand back into her grip, she transferred them to her cheek, and your mouth ran dry at how soft her skin was. A burst of desire overflowing your body had your noses beginning to nudge as you chased her lips with eagerness, predator to prey. A role you had never played before. 

You moaned in surprise at your own doing, relief flooding through your veins as you finally reached your true desire after hours, months, and years of pining after the English captain, but this time she told you what to do in a much different way. 

The kiss was feverish, and you had to keep yourself from clawing at her, sticking to one spot as you let your mouth do the work whilst she followed your steps. Everything and everyone around you were now completely withdrawn from your mind. It was Leah and Leah only, and god, how you wish you were, in reality, completely alone. 

When you thought she couldn't get anymore intoxicating, the bite she gave your bottom lip injected you with more lust for her, and you were obsessed with the taste of her. You wanted more, but before you could adjust yourself to press more into her, she pulled away. 

“That was more than what I was expecting.” Her breaths were laboured as she remarked, yourself not listening as you sought for her once more, beginning to get a hand with the whole dominance role, if that's what you would call it. “Easy, tiger. We can continue once we get home.”

© lovingniamh please do not repost, steal or translate my work.

[zuhaism]

⊹ ｡˚ 𓂃 ♡ SAVIOUR ?! ┊ kim minjeong ⁺

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synopsis : you saved your tutor and she finds out about your double life

pairing : spiderwoman!reader x tutor!minjeong

genre : highschool!au, fluff uwu

authors note : the ending sucks btw. i just couldnt think anymore. DID NOT PROOFREAD. its 2am pls

“bye minjeong!” y/n said as she turned around the corner. parting ways. minjeong just finished tutoring y/n. which was hard becuase she spent most of the time staring at the taller as she did her work. it was also hard for minjeong because y/n kept on getting distracted while she was explaining.

“… and thats how it becomes an alloy- y/n are you listening?” minjeong looked back up to the younger.

“hm what yeah! i was just..” y/n looked away trying to come up with an excuse. ignoring the way her face was heating up when she got caught. “uh please continue minjeong im sorry i got distracted” y/n looked down in dissapointment.

minjeong smiled and thought that the pout y/n was sporting pretty cute.

it was now 9pm and the streets were dimly lit. theres was several people around. not too much as she sighed.

continued walking in the cold night. she kept on walking until she reached the part of the walk where she hates the most. she had to pass a creepy alleyway to get to her house. “fuck” she whispered under her breath. as she saw two male bodies leaning on the wall, puffing on their cigarettes.

she mustered up the courage to go through the alleyway. there was no other way around if she wanted to get home. her heartbeat fastens as she got closer and their chattering slowly stopped. they turned their attention towards her.

as she walked past them. she heard the sound of cigarettes being stomped on. light footsteps were following her. ‘im fucked’. suddenly a hand was placed on her shoulder. she prayed to the seven gods for her to get home safe tonight.

𓇼

this has become a norm to you for the past few weeks. following minjeong home not in a creepy stalker way but to just make sure she’s safe.

after turning the corner you immediately ran into a secluded alleyway and change into your suit. you climbed up the walls. running to minjeongs usual path to go home.

you were on the roof looking down at her as she stopped and then walked into an alleyway. keeping an eye on minjeong wasnt hard at all.

minjeong walked past two men leaned against the wall smoking a cigarette. you could see the uneasiness in her way of walking. the alarms in your head blared as one of the men held onto her shoulder.

“where you going at this time of night pretty lady?” you heard the skrunkly old man say. minjeong was frozen on the spot she couldn’t do anything.

you immediately got down to her when he pulled on her shoulder “ya answer me” he said rather loudly. your webs holding onto a pole and swung down lining up a kick to his head.

making the man stumble backwards into his friends arm. “my fucking face!” he yelped. you let go from the web and stood infront of minjeong. here you were again analysing her features just as you did during tutoring. her teary eyes looked up at you.

you gave her a reassuring smile which she probably didn’t see since it was covered by your mask. but it was immediately wiped off your face when you saw the guy about to strike minjeong.

you moved her out the way while your face was struck. “ah fuck!” you cursed loudly. the ring from his finger tore your mask and cause your lower cheek to scar and bleed.

you ignored it “man and i was gonna go easy on you” you webbed his fists to the wall as he was about to jump you again. his friend went for you next and you did the same thing.

both of them ended up webbed high up onto the side of the building as you turned to minjeong. smiling at her trying to assure her that shes safe now. “do you want me to send you home?”

a beat or two passes where minjeong just stares at you and not answering you. “uh .. ill just send you somewhere safe.” it would be much weirder if you knew where she lived from her point of view.

you pulled her by her waist closer to you. minjeong let out a squel and wrapped her arms around your shoulder as you swung up the building.

as the cool night air rushed past them, minjeong couldn't help but feel an exhilarating mix of fear and wonder. clinging tightly to spiderwoman, she marveled at the cityscape unfolding beneath them. the skyscrapers became a breathtaking blur as they soared through the night.

in that moment, Minjeong's mind raced, a whirlwind of thoughts echoing the beating of her heart. She stole glances at the heroes masked face.

amids the adrenaline and uncertainty, minjeong found herself oddly comforted. the heroes reassuring presence, masked though it was, provided a sense of safety. she couldn't help but steal glances at the hero who had just swooped in to rescue her. the cut on the mysterious womans's face, a visible scar from the fight.

minjeong tells you her address in a whisper. it being a sign to send her straight home. it wasn’t smart of her to give her address to strangers, even if they saved her life. but for some reason she trusted you.

you slowly let her down onto the outdoor stairwell that connected to her window after she guided you to it. you crouched on the railing as she fixed herself. you took this time to analyse her whole figure.

wearing only a hoodie and some sweatpants. “you should wear a jacket, its cold out” minjeong nodded looking up at you. you getting flustered and looking everywhere except her.

“you’re hurt” she broke the silence. Feeling embarrassed about taking a punch in front of someone you find attractive. despite the pain you chuckled. “ah yeah it happens. uhm you’re safe now have a nice night bye !”

you rambled trying to avoid the topic and then jumping off at the last sentence. swinging as fast as you can.

𓇼

“fuck..” you looked at the cut that was just above your jaw. it was prominent red. closing the locker door that had your mirror hanged.

you decided to ignore it and rush to class before the bell rings. unbeknownst to you, you walked past a shorter girl who noticed the cut on your face that was similar to the hero that saved her last night.

𓇼

“y/n!” you heard the familiar voice calling for you. turning around and was greeting with minjeong fast walking towards you across the almost empty hallway.

“hey minjeong i didnt know there was tutoring today! ill text my mom real qui-“

“no no y/n stop…” she paused, collecting her breath. “just… come with me” minjeong shook her head and took your hand.

she dragged you to the nurses office and sat you down on the bed. you didnt have time to ask her what shes doing until.

she pushed you to sit down on one of the nursing beds and held onto your chin to get a better look of the scar. there was a flicker of concern in her gaze, mingled with a touch of curiosity. as she applied the cotton pad to the wound, her expression shifted to a more focused and determined demeanor. her small hands moved with precision, yet there was a gentleness in her touch that betrayed a hidden tenderness.

while tending to your injury, a subtle tension lingered in the air. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she worked, silently contemplating the uncanny coincidences she had noticed lately. As she finished up, her gaze met yours, and for a moment, a hint of suspicion remained in her eyes.

"interesting how you always seem to get into trouble. any specific reason for this particular injury?"

you grinned, brushing off the question with your usual optimism. "just another clumsy mishap, you know me."

minjeong’s eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of suspicion lingering. "clumsy mishap or something more? ive noticed some uncanny coincidences lately."

you shrugged nonchalantly, feigning innocence. "coincidences happen, right?"

minjeong’s expression remained inscrutable, but there was an underlying tension in the air. you couldnt think straight as minjeong was so close to your face. her small hands tidying up your wound. you could feel her faint breath on your chin

"coincidences or connections to spiderwoman? yea coincidences right"

you paused at that, giving way a more guarded expression. "i... i don't know what you're talking about, minjeong." minjeong shrugs not caring as she tended to your wound. throwing away rubbish and finishing up then looking back at you.

“how long have you been spiderwoman?”

you heaved a sigh. letting your head down while minjeong was between your legs. “since the last two years.” she nods approvingly. “that’s cool”

she says looking at her feet while you put your gaze on her. the tension in the room growing as the seconds go by. “thank you for saving me” she said just above a whisper. seeing the tips of her ears turn red.

a grin broke out from your face. “it’s my job minjeong. “ you stood up. dusting off yourself then looking down at her. her gaze was still on her feet.

“thank you minjeong” you broke the silence. she didnt look up at you. instead she sucked in her breath and wrapped her arms around you. hugging you.

“thank you for saving me..” she nuzzles her head closer into the crook of your neck. not knowing what to do you just patted her back.

“i was so worried when i saw that scar on your face. i just cant imagine you getting hurt that bad”

finally relaxing your body (totally not trying to normalise your heart rate). “its fine minjeong in used to it” she looked up at you as you said that. “that’s the problem.. you shouldn’t get used to it.”

squirming out of her hold to hug her back. “just.. come to me if you ever need help” she mumbled, closing her eyes leaning her body into you. as you stood there with your heart beating faster than ever.

[livingforstars]

A Comet In The Sky - March 28th, 1997.

"It had been suggested that Comet Hale-Bopp would become the most viewed comet in human history. At the time, for denizens of the Earth's northern hemisphere, this bright comet was certainly a lovely and inspiring sight - visible here crowning the sky above Cortina d'Ampezzo, Italy, on March 20th, 1997. Based on orbital calculations, this comet's last passage through the inner Solar System was approximately 4,200 years ago. Principally because of changes caused by the gravitational influence of Jupiter, Hale-Bopp should pass this way again in a mere 2,380 years. Comets come from the outer reaches of the Solar System where they reside, frozen and preserved. Astronomers analysing their structure and composition as comets swing near the Sun seek a glimpse of the conditions during the Solar System's formative years."

[arendelle-archives]

January 2025 Frozen map bonanza!

That's right, there is more than just in-depth studies of Frozen kingdoms and family trees in the Archive cabinets.

This was my present to the Arendelle Archives discord server for the new year! A quick recap of every large scale map we've seen in the Frozen franchise so far.

Here they are in order of appearance:

1. Frozen - The Troll Map (2013)

A supposedly ancient map that guided the royal family to the Valley of the Living Rock on the night of the accident. In the novel Dangerous Secrets (2020), it was revealed that the map had once belonged to Agnarr's mother Queen Rita. Ironically, later maps have proven this location of the Troll Valley to be incorrect.

2. Frozen Free Fall (2014)

A massive 3d-map assembled from screenshots of the mobile game Frozen Free Fall. Shared by u/DuckOfDuckness on reddit (full quality in the comments). Some of the locations, like the Troll Valley on the middle left, are actually consistent with later maps.

3. Frozen Fever (2015)

The first map that showed us the outline of Arendelle and The Southern Isles. Thanks to this, fans quickly deduced that Hans's home country was based on the Danish island Funen (Fyn). Note: "Nordsoen" (technically Nordsøen) is Danish for the North Sea, the real sea between Scandinavia, Denmark and the British Isles.

4. Frozen: Live at the Hyperion - Arendelle History 101 Queue Video (2015)

The only official map so far to feature Weselton. An expansion of the map from Frozen Fever. Shared by u/ArendelleKnight on reddit (video). Notice how the seemingly small island gets cut off on the left? I suspect Weselton is a bit bigger than what's seen here. Edit by me on the right.

5. Sailing Sisters (2016)

A comic book map I very recently analysed in my Frozen-project covering the kingdom of Vakretta! Arendelle is to the right and Vakretta is to the left. Also, notice how the large island at the top appears to be in the same location as Weselton on the previous map.

6. Forest of Shadows (2019)

The first and only map so far to show actual places of interest in the kingdom. The locations of Oaken's trade post, the Troll Valley as well as the Roaring River are consistent with the Frozen Free Fall-map! A very interesting map overall. Just don't look too close at the misaligned grid compared to the compass. Or the ridiculously wide fjord...

7. Saks Fifth Avenue - Disney’s Frozen II Enchanted Forest Experience Booklet (2019)

A proper little treasure revealed to me by @saiten-gefroren through his Frozen timeline project Annals of Frozen in 2021. Originally posted on Instagram by @imdaaddlepate. Edit by me on the right.

8. Frozen II: Spirits of the Enchanted Forest - Iduna's Map (2019)

A re-imagining of the scene from the movie (even though the book was released before the movie) and actually showed the whole map, including The Southern Isles. In this version, Ahtohallan is a mapped landmass rather than just a sketch! According to what's revealed in Dangerous Secrets, this actually makes sense!

9. Frozen II: Look and Find (2019)

This version of the map also shows Ahtohallan as a mapped landmass.

10. The Art of Frozen II - Arendelle Town Map

Concept art (3D model) for Frozen II by David Womersley. According to the map, this part of the town is called"Arendelle North", suggesting the other (southern) half of the town is called "Arendelle South."

11. Frozen II - Iduna's Map (2019)

The map seen in the movie showing the borders of Arendelle and Northuldra. Rivers are consistent with the map from Forest of Shadows, meaning the Roaring River marks Arendelle's northern border. This map was a breakthrough for analysing Arendelle's location, as it features real coordinates along the "frame". You can find interesting theories about this here, here and here (my own project). Edits by me.

12. Frozen: The Saga - The Legacy of Anna and Elsa - Iduna's Map (2020)

Iduna's map before she hid it in the watertight compartment. Like the movie map, this one is cut off at the bottom and is missing The Southern Isles.

13. The Love Tree (2021)

An adaptation of the map from Frozen Fever. To my knowledge, this is the only other time we've seen this particular map design appear in a comic. What's odd is that (besides using the outdated geography) Kai is pointing out the land across the Arenfjord as if it belongs to Arendelle when the map from Frozen II clearly showed it doesn't. But at least we can credit the artist for getting the compass angle right!

14. Disney Wish - Arendelle: A Frozen Dining Adventure (2022)

A slightly adapted version of the map from Frozen Fever, with "Nordsoen" (North Sea) written in English instead of the original Danish. The "frame" also features added coordinates. Unfortunately, the latitude is off by one degree compared to the map from Frozen II. The third pic was very kindly shared with me on discord by BadAtNamesAndFaces.

15. Tokyo DisneySea: Frozen Kingdom - Royal Banquet of Arendelle (2024)

This is the complete version of Iduna's map from Frozen II. Found in one of the dining halls of the Royal Banquet of Arendelle restaurant. The map once again confirms the borders of Arendelle and Northuldra.

16. Tokyo DisneySea: Frozen Kingdom - Kristoff's Ice Delivery Map (2024)

Many variations of this cartoon-y map have been included in the Frozen Official magazine throughout the years but this is to my knowledge the first time it has appeared "in-universe". Locations and rivers are consistent with previous maps. Note: the "Best ice in Arendelle!"-spot by the North Mountain is actually located outside the kingdom. It seems Kristoff doesn't have the best navigation skills 😁

/Virtual Winter

[starlostlix]

ARCANE S2 ACT 1 SPOILERS BELOW as I analyse the scene between Vi, Jinx, Caitlyn and Isha, what it means for them, and the link to Caitlyn's 3-point plan for the strike team.

I don't usually post about Arcane here but I need a place to talk about it without word limits so here we are. Also my comparison between MTP's telling of A scandal in Bohemia and the og will be done at some point I have just been very distracted.

So the scene I'm focusing on starts here when Isha runs up to where Jinx and Vi are fighting, lying between them a pointing a gun at Vi to protect Jinx.

Now Isha is a kid that has accidentally wandered into Jinx's life and gotten attached to her enough to wish to try and save her from danger - a new found family for Jinx alongside Sevika (who gives aunt vibes to me). But not just any kid is going to run into the line of fire like this. If we know anything about Isha now it's that she's brave - really brave - but also shouldn't have to be in this position.

Taking at look at her face, Isha's expressions seem to flick between anger and fear quite quickly. There's the facial muscles around her nose often flaring for that anger, but also a deep fear you can see too.

I think it's how she maintains focus on Jinx whilst the gun is turned away to Vi that's interesting. It's clear that she's afraid of what Vi is doing and is focused mostly on protecting Jinx - so that gun isn't something she necessarily wants to fire. She occasionally kept trying to press the trigger, but her hesitation isn't necessarily that she can't, but that she doesn't want to. She had ample time to take a very clear shot but she doesn't (this is interesting when we think about Caitlyn nearby who is desperate to take a shot even if it's not completely clear - Isha's motive is protection whereas Caitlyn's is revengeful action). And once she is unarmed all she can do is cling to Jinx. Perhaps both for her protection of Jinx or for Jinx to protect her. Like how a child would cling to a mother or father or even a bigger sister. Isha is supposed to play the role of a younger sibling to, in my eyes, mimic that of Vi and Powder that Jinx is desperate to protect.

I wanted to move on to Vi because I think her reactions/expressions are the most interesting. You get to see her face a lot, and once Isha has the gun to her face the main expression is one of fear. Not fear for her own safety, but a fear for Isha's safety, AND a fear of what she's been doing as an enforcer.

When Isha has the gun, all Vi can focus on is this mystery child - who she's never seen before might I add- suddenly appearing to protect Jinx. Even if Isha is scared she's still trying to protect her, trying to help even. Perhaps Vi sees herself here, a kid just trying to protect her loved ones from the enforcers that oppressed them. Perhaps she sees Powder, a kid throwing themselves in harms way just to try to help. Either way, she sees an innocent kid putting themselves in the line of fire to protect their loved ones. Except this time Vi is the dangerous one, rather than the protector role she used to fill.

When the gun is knocked away we see Vi again, frozen in place as she stares at Isha clinging to Jinx. This one feels so much more like a face of realisation - that Jinx still has loved ones left and that Vi has become the problem she swore to destroy. She's become the enforcer who enters Zaun to 'clear stuff up' with no regard for how it affects the people of Zaun. Instead of a protecter, she has become an aggressor.

If you will, remember Caitlyn's 3 goals - 'Locate Jinx, Dismantle Shimmer, and neutralise any agents still loyal to Silco'. I feel that this is where Vi realises that those goals only truly help the people of Piltover rather than anyone in Zaun.

1 - 'Locate Jinx' - this is basically corporate speak for Caitlyn wanting to k!ll Jinx. Originally, Vi was fine with this, seeing Jinx as a 'monster she created' and who 'taints the memory of her sister' Powder. But in doing so, she now realises that she will leave people behind who care for Jinx - Isha in particular. She's seen in her life so many kids left behind after enforcers k!lled their parents/families who then turn to rebellion (INCLUDING HERSELF AND POWDER!!) that she knows if she k!lls Jinx here with Isha as witness that the cycle will only continue - more kids who turn to violence as a result of trauma. If she were to go through with it she'd have become a direct parallel to those enforcers who killed her own parents, and she's already become a parallel to the ones who terrorised her and her family in her childhood with her activities in the Zaun strike team (especially with their usage of the Grey).

2 - 'Dismantle Shimmer' - whilst the removal of this drug is a good thing for pretty much anyone, the way the team go about it creates huge problems. The team are specifically shown to simply burn large quantities of the stuff (in the opening montage to 'Hellfire') - not only does this add more dangerous gasses to the underground areas (which they've already been releasing the Grey into), but it also creates issues for addicts. With access to it simply cut off, a decent portion of the population who are addicted to it will experience pretty dangerous withdrawal symptoms which could even lead to d3ath. With no system in place, addicts are left entirely on their own, so the destruction of Shimmer like this only helps those in Piltover remove a threat to them without actually helping the people. Meanwhile higher-ups in Piltover like Salo can use it recreationally (for his tattoos, even if frowned upon as implied by Mel's conversation with Lest).

3 - 'Neutralise any agents still loyal to Silco' - I'm pretty sure the Chembarons are considered Silco loyalists due to the Zaun strike team's attack on one of Margot's brothels in episode 2. The Chembarons, now down to 3 of them, were heralded as the only leadership of Zaun besides Silco. Their infighting has caused major issues in Zaun, but their elimination will not necessarily help Zaun in the long run. The removal of the Chembarons will leave a power vacuum, much like the one already left by Silco, that others will only step into over time. The removal of leadership in Zaun will only cause more issues as up-and-comers will try to fill the power vacuum and build their own forces, eventually becoming a new threat but not without a long period of chaos as people try to build resources to fill the vacuum. Piltover needs the removal of those with current power and forces to remove any possible threats of attack like the attack on the councillor memorial. It is, again, only for the benefit of Piltover.

Vi had seen becoming an Enforcer as the only way to bring down Jinx (reinforced by Caitlyn's insistence of doing things together and also partly by Maddie talking about what Caitlyn did to get her the job) AND as a way of protecting Caitlyn, but now I feel that she has been able to see the negative affect she's been having on the people of Zaun - her own people. I think this is why Vi switches into doing anything she can to protect Isha and Jinx, her protective side for Powder kicking back in specifically.

Looking back at Jinx, she was so ready to d!e at Vi's hands until Isha appears. Her expression here is the clearest look at her emotions we really see in the sequence - concern and fear. We know she's not afraid of dying or k!lling (especially when she said earlier before the fight that she's not remorseful of orphaning kids as she's 'done it to herself enough'), but she's so visibly afraid of Isha being hurt, and afraid that Vi would be the one to k!ll Isha. She's grown attached to Isha more than she'd like to admit, perhaps even seeing similarities to her and Powder (especially in their desire to help their family).

Once Isha's gun is shot away she clings to Jinx. Jinx at first is trying to claw her off - get her away from the danger, telling her to 'scram', referring to her simply by 'kid' so she leaves and doesn't get hurt. But when Vi is just sitting there looking rather than attacking she brings Isha in closer as a form of protection and looks at Vi. The way she looks at Vi. That's fear. She's afraid of her own sister again. She's afraid her sister will hurt an innocent kid, who's just trying to help, with a punch again. All her face says is 'Don't hurt this kid'.

And it's devastating. Devastating for both Jinx and Vi. Jinx sees her sister as a threat, whereas Vi begins to see a bit of Powder in Jinx again. She sees herself about to repeat a mistake that previously cost her everything - leaving a child alone with no support. This is also part of what turns Vi to protect Jinx and Isha from Caitlyn.

Last but not least, Caitlyn.

Caitlyn's effect on this scene can sometimes be forgotten (I almost didn't include her in this analysis at all) but it's actually bigger than one may think. I mentioned before how her desperation to k!ll Jinx causes her to shoot even when her shot is not clear (and how it contrasts Isha's reluctance to shoot even with a clear shot), but there's also so much more. For one, she shoots at the gun Isha is holding almost without a second thought. She tries to shoot Jinx whilst Isha is clinging on to her almost without a second thought. She shoots Vi's gauntlets when she tries to stop her. She frankly is unhinged at this point, tunnel vision on k!lling Jinx with no regard for anyone else in this situation, not just Isha but Vi also.

Grief is a strange thing. It can create many reactions from people depending on their situation. In Caitlyn's case, her grief has morphed into a desire for revenge and a thirst for violence, strengthening her pre-established prejudices towards Zaunites that she was so adamant in reversing in season 1. In her grief there is one constant - blame for Jinx - that morphs into further prejudices towards Zaunites as a whole to justify her actions in her own mind. She similarly justified her tunnel vision in this fight with the idea that 'she wasn't going to miss' despite missing her shot multiple times already (specifically when she shoots to k!ll Jinx and only hits her middle finger).

Her actions here are what happens when grief takes control and her usual logic and reasoning is not able to intervene as much as usual. Her insistence on not harming innocents (seen early in episode one), her understanding of how Zaunites were treated unfairly (s1 episode 7) - it's all overshadowed by her grief. However, her grief doesn't excuse her actions - she's still making decisions based on her own internalised prejudices that with her grief are projected outwards and drive her actions.

This has all culminated here, where her tunnel vision has led to her hurting Vi and almost caused her to hurt an innocent child. She's this looming threat to the scene, her hextech rifle being probably the most powerful weapon here - and it's in the hands of someone who is vengeful and seemingly trigger-happy and in a position of power she was not ready for. If Vi was a big danger in Jinx and Isha's eyes at first, there's a bigger danger in Caitlyn, one that even Vi notices. And she's only going to get worse next arc.

[There could be more to say but I think this is a great place to end it! I may make more arcane posts as s2 releases but i'll have to see, I just really wanted to talk about this scene in particular it's just so interesting.]