#I NEED THE BLOODY CRUEL MOMENTS RN

[cocogum]

I hope that when Tot says that the Great Wave will be gruesome, he better mean that it'll be just as bloody and dark as the Ogrest manga.

[romana-after-dark]

Tell Me (Repost)

Dark!Miguel O'hara x fem!reader

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I posted this months ago and by the morning it only had like 6 likes by the morning lmfao and this was during the peak of Miguel days and I thought "wow this must be terrible" so I deleted it. However, it did well on AO3 so i decided to just report it.

Miguel tries to extract information from you via any means necessary DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT

OH MY GOD DO NOT EAT IF YOU DONT LIKE DEAD DOVES

This is not like The Wrong Way where Joel alternates between horrific and soft. THIS IS JUST PLAIN DDDNE.

WARNINGS!!!!: DDDNE!!! Rape, non con, torture, verbal humiliation, degradation, forced anal, biting (fang baby), literally idk what got into me here, it's literally porn with no plot. I almost always have so much plot. Victim blaming, psychological torture, I want to reiterate its literally rape. I wanted to write for Miguel bc he's a hottie and spiderverse was amazing but lets be honest, its pretty popular on tumblr rn. However, I refuse to write without inspiration, so I won't just write something just bc it's popular. Besides, this may have gotten so far on the dark side it's not even gonna be liked XD anyway, i had genuine inspiration and I went with it. All apoligies.

700 words

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“Tell me.” Miguel O’hera grabbed your throat as you hung from the ceiling. He had been trying for hours to extract the information he wanted, using multiple forms of torture and you were exhausted, but refused to tell him what he wanted. When his hands began trailing your body, you knew the next method would be psycho-sexual.

“I’m not…” You gasp as a finger grazes over your tit. “I’m not telling you anything…”

“Hm.” was his non committal answer before cutting your ropes, watching you tumble onto the concrete. “I guess we’ll see.”

Only taking a moment to breath, you try to scramble away, but to where you aren’t sure. There’s nowhere to go, and a large man climbs on top of you hold your wrists together in on fist as his other undid his pants. You writhe underneath him, but screaming is useless.

“Get off me!” You kick and twist and scrape up your whole body that's exposed in the bra and underwear you were left hanging in, the cold floor ice against your skin. “GET OFF!”

“Oh, I’ll get off alright…” Miguel mumbles as he rips your bra off. “Tell me what I want to know, and I’ll stop.”

You weren’t sure you believed him, but you didn’t want to give up the information. Even as he strips off his pants, his insanely large frame keeps you pinned to the floor. There is no escape.

Miguel mumbles and scoffed ‘fine’ and two hands rip off your underwear, tossing the scraps aside. You scream as he pushes his fat tip into you, ripping you open slowly, slowly… allowing you to feel every inch, every vain, every hard and warm and pulsing part of him. “You can still stop this, carino.”

“No!” You whimper, deadset and determined to stay strong. You wouldn’t let him break you.

“Have it your way.” Dragging his hips back, Miguel pauses before he thrusted into you band fucks you mercilessly, you can feel the raw pain of him sliding in and out of you as you cry out, initially dry. The most humiliating part, however, came after several minutes of hm trying to coax the information out of you, slapping your face until your mouth bled, when he began laughing. “Oh my god, are you getting wet from this? So fucking pathetic.” 

Miguel looked down on you, your body wracked with pain and jolting with each thrust, he could practically feel your will breaking. “You probably enjoy this, do you play out scenarios like this with some pathetic little dicked man? Does it turn you on, knowing you have no choice? Little whore been fucked so many times she needs to feel like she’s being forced just to get wet?” His chuckle was dark and cruel as he continued to taunt you, your tears falling down your bloodied and bruised face. 

“You’re lucky I’m even touching this used up cunt.” Miguel leans over, licking at the tears and blood and spit on your face. “Tell me, and I’ll stop fucking your pussy. TELL ME!” He screams, painfully loud in your ear.

You break, telling him what he wanted. There wasn’t a part of you that really believed he’d stop, so you were surprised when he pulled out.

When he rolled you over, you began to ask. “What are you-” but are cut off by him ramming his cock up your ass. “FUCK!!!” You scream. He wasn’t lying, he did stop abusing your pussy, only to rip our asshole open.

“God, look at you…” Miquel sat back to admire his work, smirking at the way your ass contracted and spread around his thick cock. “I’d say you were made for me, but…” Chuckling, he slaps your ass. “But I can see how much you’re struggling to make room for me. No ones ever fucked you like this, have they? You should be thanking me.” Fangs dug sharply into your shoulder, drawing out more blood. “SAY THANK YOU!” Your ears rang with his screamed words, before another bite. “SAY IT!” He bit and screamed and bit and screamed until you finally cave.

“Thank you!” You sob, and he cums inside your ass with a loud, strangled groan.

Only when you shudder from the cold do you realize he’s gotten off you, his impossibly wide frame no longer covering you. Miguel tosses you a blanket, muttering something about how he may just have to keep you now.

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[sittinginthecorneralone]

Listening to music rn n this song got me thinking of Toxic!Ghostface!Amber…

cw; Violence, murder, abusive and controlling behavior, I mean it’s a toxic relationship what do you expect

She was sweet at first—you had absolutely zero clue of the person she actually was. Mistook her possessiveness for clinginess, her bitter attitude towards your friends for her simply not being a very sociable person. Boy, were you dead wrong about her.

It didn’t take long for her to show her true colors. You wanted to go out with your friends? No, no, you can’t leave her. Why do you need to go with them, anyways? What’s so fun about them? Ambers right here..

You can’t have friends, you learned. Can’t be close with nobody, for that matter. Not even family. Amber didn’t like when you were around anyone besides her. She made that very clear. When you had been invited over to your best friends house, under the illusion it was them texting you—only to be met with the sickening scent of iron, red, everywhere, and oh my god you were going to fucking faint—

The body of your friend, all mangled up in their living room. Practically unrecognizable. A figure coming from behind you—bloodied knife in hand, ghostface mask on. The person reached to take it off, revealing.. Amber? By then, your mind was racing, and you can’t think, the rest of the night a blur of shouting, blood, and Amber. Although there was one moment you distinctly remembered—when Amber had knocked you to your knees right beside the body, her hand in your hair, making sure you were looking. “You see this, babe? This is your fault.”

Your fault. Those words burning into your memory. You stopped talking to the rest of your friends, after that. Your family, too. Blocked everyone. You didn’t want anyone else to end up dead, just because you spoke to them. And you probably should report this to the authorities, get Amber arrested or something. But you were scared. Too scared to do so. Scared of what she might do to you before the cops got to her. You stopped going out as often. Not like you could, anyways. She was practically isolating you.

She wouldn’t let you leave. No, not without her permission. Not without her. She’d grab you by the wrist when you tried to storm out the house, pulling you back. “Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” She’d hiss, a dangerous look on her face. You can’t leave—She won’t allow it. The one time you had managed to slip out while she was sleeping, she had fucking tracked you down like some hunter to its prey, dragging you back home.

Almost always had her hands on you. If not, she had her eyes on you, watching you from wherever she was, made sure to keep you in her line of sight. It’s why it was so hard to leave—even while she was sleeping, she was clinging to you tightly. It wasn’t like cuddling—had her arms wrapped around your waist, tightly, it almost hurt sometimes. Pulled up against her, held you like you were merely a doll. Strong, even in her damn sleep. She was a light sleeper, too. Would jostle awake at the slightest bit of movement from you.

You were getting sick of it—how close she kept you to her, how you weren’t able to go out and be your own person, how she possessed and control you. Constantly arguing, or, no. More like you, tears in your eyes, begging for her to leave you be, while she denied, denied, denied. Threw harsh, cruel words your way, called you demeaning names. It always ended with you losing—she’s not giving you up that easily. Hell, she started to threaten you. “I’ll kill your whole fucking family if you leave me!” “I’ll kill myself!” “I’ll kill you!”. You snapped, once, though. Started to actually fight back.

Shouting at the dark-haired woman. The fight only getting more heated and aggressive, Amber pissed, approaching you—and you had slapped her across the face. A heavy silence falling over the two of you for a long moment. Ambers hand rubbing her cheek, looking in a daze.. until that dangerous look was back in her eyes. All that fiery energy back, tenfold. You woke up the next morning with bruises scattered around everywhere.

Now your arguments were ten times worse—getting physical, more brutal. You pull a knife on her, you slap her, she kicks you down, she pins you, she hurts you. You always came out more injured than she did. Never stood a chance against her, in the first place.

It was a constant loop. Silence, something pissing off Amber, arguing, fighting, sleeping, repeat. The situation seeming more and more hopeless with every bruise, every threat, everything. You can’t leave. You know that. She’ll track you down before you can get far enough away, she’ll go after your family, she’ll kill you before you can even get close to escaping. Had no choice but to stay.

You were hers, y’know. Till death do you part.

[cherubchoirs]

Me remembering a random russian proverb and going like "oh. that reminds me of gabe actually"

The proverb in question is "Перед смертью не надышишься" (Pered smert'yu ne nadyshish'sya), literally "Can’t breath enough before death"

It can mean:

"Putting it off won't make it any easier"

"At the last moment, you can not manage to do what you had to do beforehand"

"You can't make up for lost time"

"It's too late for that now"

And it's also sometimes interpreted as like,, "well it's too late for that now, so no point in trying anyway"

And this made me think of AUs/HCs where Gabe actually Dies™️ (and I've pretty much accepted that it's the most likely thing to happen in canon too. who knows for sure tho, maybe not)

Like. He has so much stuff to do, so many topics to think of, so many emotions to go through (esp if he has Feelings™️ for V1, or anyone else for that matter), but whelp! too late for that loverboy!

And him either desperately trying to do at least something with the little time he has left, OR just. Giving up. Shutting down and waiting for everything to end

And about the "putting it off" part, makes me think that Gabriel must've had at least some trauma/issues related to the Council (about the time when they took the light from him, if nothing else), so it could've been hard for him to go back here, and actually deal with it, face it head on, but he did it anyway because it's not gonna get any easier if he waits

me rotating gabe in my head like in a microwave rn

as much as i obviously enjoy exploring gabriel as a fallen angel, i 100% agree that he's going to die in canon as ultrakill sees the world at the end of its lifespan and that goes for just about everything in it. and on a character level for gabriel, i think it makes sense for the exact reasons this proverb brings up: gabriel has had an end of life epiphany and, like everything else, it is too late now. his world has crashed down around him in his death throes, and all he can do is what is most important in the precious few hours he has left while the rest, all of the personal trauma he must harbor, will now remain forever untouched. but we've already seen whatever gabriel will do with that time remaining will be worthy of it.

the majority of the day he has left has likely already been spent, but he has used it fully to contemplate his long existence and then hearken to newfound autonomy - after which, he swiftly dispatches the entirety of the council to liberate heaven from their rule (the way he chooses to slay the final councilor has interesting parallels now to his execution of sisyphus, and i'm sure that figures into gabriel wishing to right wrongs he can't take back). we know after this he will depart forever from heaven, and his only destination can be hell to meet once again with v1 as he promised. gabriel has so much he could do, so much it could be argued he needs to do, but with his death impending and the very world around him crumbling with it, there is actually very little left for him to do realistically. gabriel is leaving a life full of regret that he will never remotely understand because he has no time for it, but he's ensuring that whatever can be tangibly, immediately addressed is. his life will never be put into context for him, but his death will be.

because gabriel leaves behind a cruel, bloody life that he once thought to be one of supreme order but is, instead, a mess. his time spent serving god had wronged so many, it had likely constantly gone against his own internal morals (that he no doubt punished himself over and over for, torturing himself over sins he now understands were compassion) - yet those feelings don't matter because ultimately he upheld god's will, he carried his banner of violence against humanity, and now there is no one to confront or repay with god and humans all dead. and under the rule of the council, he became a dog he must be disgusted with - they were not god, they never held that ultimate authority that at least he may have been able to shift the blame onto somewhat. they were angels just like him, perhaps higher in rank but not his ruler and certainly not his maker, yet he conformed to their every order, he furthered their political gains again at the expense of his morals. secretly he cared for those in limbo. secretly he cared for the ferrymen. secretly, perhaps, he was some kind of friend to hell. but then the council came and he obeyed them as unconditionally as he had god, reining terror on the citizens of hell and becoming their blight after ripping minos's crown from him as judge of hell. these are the festering regrets he will never account for, will never make reparations for - they are all dead, and he is dying.

so what can gabriel do except address his death and what brought him to it - a poor substitute for making sense of an entire life now left undone, but he seems to working within what he has instead of giving into panic or despair. and all he has left, all he has time for and all he knows he can manage in the hours remaining, is going to see v1 one last time. i'm sure with this, gabriel has a definite goal in mind: i think foremost is fully immersing himself in his feelings for v1 and just what this machine did for him. ultrakill, despite all appearances, is a love story in many ways, and i strongly believe gabriel's feelings toward v1 will be woven into that theme. he wants to feel his love as fully himself and now that he has realized it, to wrap himself in it after the revelation has occurred and allow it to flow through him with acceptance. it happens through a fight, of course, but what i don't know is what gabriel's ultimate goal for that fight will be - does he want his last act to be stopping v1, to have them die together in a sense, or does he desire to be killed by v1 rather than letting that loss of light take him? maybe gabriel would be content with either, but i think of him as a character with now well-defined ideas of what he wants, so i believe he's more likely to want something concrete.

[jeyned]

heya everyone ! i wrote a really long intro / backstory which i’ve linked below, but in case you’re lazy like me i’ve also put a little tl;dr under the cut with the cliffs notes. there’s also a bunch of plot ideas in case anyone is interested ! like this, drop me and IM, or message me on discord ( do you like yuice ?#6373 ) if you want to plot !

⤷ the courts offer bread and salt to jeyne whent née lannister of house whent. many say that the twenty - seven year old ruling lady of harrenhal is known to be lively and insightful, though ill tongues whisper that she is condescending and selfish when her name is uttered , one is reminded of a pretty smile hiding bloodied teeth; the hiss and raised hackles of a cat that thinks itself a lion; a languid and velvety darkness; heartbeat made of war drums. may she be blessed and protected in this war of crowns. ( fc: caitlin stasey )

full backstory   /   statistics page   /   development tag .

              trigger warnings for ; death & murder, illness, forced marriage, misogyny & misogynistic slurs (1), war.

basics.

name.  jeyne whent née lannister. nicknames.  the little lioness. age.  twenty-seven. traits.  + clever, intrepid, lively, protective, insightful, tasteful.          - hypocritical, cruel, condescending, proud, selfish, spiteful. titles.  ruling lady of harrenhal, heir apparent to lannisport. loyalty.  [ lana del rey vc ] money, power, and glory. also the starks of winterfell, i guess.

tl ; dr .

jeyne is the youngest child and only daughter of the lord of lannisport and his wife. well - raised, courtesied, if admittedly spoiled. even as a little girl she plays pretend at being a king. her father teaches her what words like wartime and loyalty and ambition mean ; the sacrifices she must make for their family name, for gold and glory.

the ironborn raids come to the shores of the westerlands and both her brothers are sent to fight. the younger dies first ; there is no body to bury. her mother falls ill with something they can only call grief.

jeyne is married not long after, a rose in bloom at nineteen. when she first hears, she weeps and begs and rages. her father reminds her of her duty, of the joy it would bring her ailing mother. jeyne knows then what must be done, and plans.

when her first husband dies just shy of two years into their marriage, jeyne is irreproachable. he dies in winter, already ill ; goes to sleep coughing and doesn’t wake up. jeyne isn’t even in the castle when it happens, although unfounded rumors fly of witchery and murder. 

nine months pass, and she plays the part of mourning widow exceptionally well. it helps her mummer’s farce that news comes from the war : her remaining brother is dead now too, and her mother’s health is failing. without her brothers, she’s the ostensible heir to lannisport ; her father’s displeasure with this is made quite clear to her. he even suggests she isn’t his ; bearing too many of her mother’s features, not enough of his.

she is remarried quickly to lord lucas whent, without a fraction of the pomp and circumstance of her first wedding ; now a widow, with a reputation tarnished by unproven but incessant whispers, the newest match is rushed, necessary but insignificant. she doesn’t cry or beg this time, just goes coldly.

she hates him before she even meets him, hates the harrenhal the moment she sets eyes on it, hates the cold and the rain and the gloom of the castle and its people. spends all her considerable energies complaining and making life generally miserable for anyone around. 

word arrives that her mother has died ; her father remarries quickly in the hopes of a new male heir, and draws in his nephews and nieces. weighing his options. jeyne prays to the stranger to take them all. 

she resents the lot of them ; her father for using and betraying her, her brother and mothers for leaving her, the ironborn for killing her brothers, the starks for suing for peace and making their deaths worthless, her husband merely for existing. mostly, though, she resents herself, not clever enough to find a way out of the cages she’s been locked in.

plots.

enemies.  the very best plot type and you cannot convince me otherwise. gimme intimately plotted hate-your-guts-smile-to-your-face frenemies who overthink everything the other says and press each others buttons incessantly. gimme ‘our houses have fought each other and i blame your family for this or that’. gimme petty jealousies and annoyances and people too much like her for them to get along. gimme people who think she’s a traitorous, murdering bastard and a whore to boot, and aren’t even wrong to think so.

close friends.  i don’t imagine she has a lot of these ; those not deterred by her reputation often are dissuaded by her personality. still i love the idea of her having a few lords or ladies with whom she gets along quite well, the kind of people you only need to meet briefly to know you understand each other. can be from pretty much anywhere ; stuck at harrenhal i imagine jeyne to be an avid letter-writer. 

cousins.  i’m also considering sending in a wc for this, but gimme all the family plots ! could be paternal cousins, potential contenders for inheriting lannisport, & probably childhood companions. could also be maternal cousins ! i listed her mom as being a westerling but i’m more than happy to change that to another house for plot reasons, it doesn’t really matter ! her father could’ve also had sisters who married into other houses, there’s lots of options.

failed betrothals.  i can imagine her father made a lot of offers, both when she was first getting married and after she was widowed. and i can imagine a lot of reasons why someone might reject that ; she’s a lannister, she’s not .... great as a person and her reputation isn’t phenomenal either. after the death of her first husband, too, i can imagine her prospects were pretty slim. still, the lannisters are ambitious and would have sought out as good as match as they could have. 

family of her late husband.  yea, i specifically didn’t pick a house for her first husband to be from because i wanted to leave ‘em open for other applicants but also because i wanted to leave it open in case it’s a plot anyone would like to take up ! most of the story around that is also very vague so as to fit with pretty much any ideas/plots someone has going on. would be really fun, tho ; possibly they can even have been co-conspirators and this person inherited jeyne’s late husband’s title and lands ? or they absolutely hate jeyne and think she’s a murderer which .... she very well might be.

sister in law.  the widow of jeyne’s older brother, irwyn ; i hc that they had a daughter but tbh that’s just flavor text and i am open to changing pretty much anything i’ve got going on. i may send in a wc for this at some point too ? anyway, whether she stayed at lannisport or returned to her family home or anything, idk. seems like an unlikely connection to get picked up but it’s definitely out there if it happens to fit for someone.

brothers’ connections.  again kind of vague ? would probably work best for men from the northern kingdom who may have known them or trained with them, or else fought alongside them against the ironborn. could also be ladies with pretty much any kind of attachment to either of them idk ; jeyne doesn’t have a whole lot of family left so this is my way of trying to have connections thru her family anyway.

childhood friends.  idk how many characters from the westerlands there are around rn, but bring them to me pls. would love some childhood friends for jeyne ; whether they fell out of touch, or still write each other monthly letters. them being a ward at lannisport, or jeyne being a ward at theirs for a time is also a neat option ! 

allies.  not quite friends, but potential partners whose ambitions align with hers. she has connections to the wealth of lannisport and the might and strategic position of harrenhal ( though harrenhal is truly weaker than she’d ever admit ) and honestly would support just about anyone if it meant she got lannisport. she’s power hungry what can i say ? 

former flings / secret lovers.  firstly these can be of any gender as jeyne is ... peak evil bisexual tbh. yes i’m queercoding my villain and i think that’s very sexy of me. these are also just pretty vague ideas, and absolutely do not need to be particularly romantic ; they could have had a more lengthy affair or just hooked up at a wedding or a tourney or something. 

travellers.  both lannisport and harrenhal are pretty common places to pass through. on a sea journey on the western coast one is likely to stop by lannisport, and harrenhal stands practically at the center of westeros, which is a fun opportunity for jeyne & your muse to have met even if they live very far way or are unlikely to have met in other ways ! especially considering harrenhal’s size it’s a good stop over for travellers with a larger retinue. idk i just want an excuse to plot with everyone.

[inessencedevided]

The Untamed, episode 38 - watching notes

I'm ready for PAIN!!!

*narrator voice* "She was, in fact, not ready."

The bell :'(

Casual sexism aside: I love you, you bitchy asshole :D

Oh! So empathy is basically like legilimency?

Another flashback 😂

Oh she's adorable :)

Oh wow. Even though she just tricked those woman, I can't help but kinda like her :D

Xiao Xingchen looks really creepy with that bloody cloth around his eyes

Also ... why is he blind? 😥

He's also just very kind :')

I have a feeling that he's quite literally too kind for this world. I hate that this show always tells me in advance that things won't end well. Can't you just leave me in blissfull ignorance? :'(

Jing: "you're my dad now", Xiao Xingchen *melts*

Look at them! How can two people be this adorable? 🥺

Oh no ... so let me get this straight. They just picked up Xue Yang and are now going to Ying city ... where we know Xiao Xingchen will die ... anyway I can skip this part and pretend it doesn't happen? :/

I'm really not ready for pain

That's the first time we've seen Xue Yang anything but cocky

But how does Xiao Xingchen not recognize him by voice?

Jing stepped up her blindness game by not flinching at the candy being thrown at her

So ... Xue Yang had a less than great childhood?

Ohhh, he's testing her

And she passed. Smart girl 💚

We've only known her for about an episode, but I'm so fond of her! She's resourceful and shrewd in a way that most people would never expect and she still has an innocents about her. And I feel that she is protecting Xiao Xingchen as much as he does the same for her 💚

It breaks my heart that Xiao Xingchen's seemingly boundless kindness is being taken advantage of :/

I'm honestly not quite sure if Xue Yang doesn't (in some weird way) actually care for Xiao Xingchen? If so, it's twisted and selfish, but ... I'm just not sure rn

They lived together for three whole years?

Song Lan!

The question never came to me before fir some reason, but ... why aren't they travelling together anymore anyway? Didn't they want to form a sect together? 😥

"He looks pretty nice" ohhh, I bet you think that :D

Look at that smile! Knowing that over three years have passed and he and Xiao Xingchen haven't seen each other, I'm wondering, did he look for him? Because he looks so relieved and nervous at the same time here 🥺

What's with this show and *fist clench of reoesserd emotion*? ^^

Oh no, the city looks much less lively than before the three year time skip

They are doing a great job, btw, in giving this whole flashback a really ominous feeling. You know this will end badly. You know the protagonists will be dead in the present day, so you're left always wondering if this is the scene disaster will strike. That feeling is really fraying my nerves right now 😬

Oh no ... this is the scene disaster will strike, right? 😥

What ... no, what's happening?? Why did they skip to song lan being dead already. I want to know what happened!!! 😰

Where did his eyes go???

Okay, we get to know what happened

XIAO XINGCHEN GAVE HIS EYES TO SONG LAN?

First of all: HOW?

Second of all

There are so many parallels and levelse of symbolism here and I know I'm not even noticing half of them right now, much less understanding them fully

Why ... why does this feel so much like a story of doomed lovers?

His blindness ...

This really is a story of doomed lovers, right?

This hurts :'(

Also SYMBOLISM! 😭

Noooo

So ... the reason yi city is so dead and empty is ... because Xiao Xingchen was deceived and killed them all?

That's a whole new level of darkness even for this show

Holy shit

Wow ... and Xue Yang is beyond cruel. The Wens were power hungry and so are some of the Jins. Wwx can be cruel when he lashes out in fury and grieve, the Lan sect (to an extend) is cruel in their strict adherence to the rules and the punishmentthey inflict, but this guy? He delights in cruelty. He revels in it.

Oh no ... oh fuck

He just..

did to song lan

What he did to those villagers?

Oh no

😱😱😱

Xiao Xingchen just ...

Oh Song lan 💔💔💔

Short break, guys I need a moment

That was devastating

Less than an episode of story for these characters and I'm a sobbing mess ...

Song Lan must have searched for years, wanting to reconcile with Xiao Xingchen and he never even git the chance to say word 😰😰😰

I'm just ...

Why? Because of one man's cruelty?

And all the parallels guys!!! 😭😭😭

aaaaAAAAaaargh

Okay, got a grip again

Back in present day

But how did Xiao Xingchen die??? We didn't see that!

For a second there I thought lwj would manage to slit Xue Yang's throat

That was a weird cut at the end of the episode

It's 1:30 am now and I have a uni course over zoom tomorrow at 8, so I can't watch the next ep now 😔

Remember how I asked for Jing's backstory last ep? I WASN'T PREPARED? 😭

@sweetlittlevampire @fandom-glazed @elenirlachlagos @allhailthedramallama @luckymoony @kyrrahbird @i-love-him-on-purpose and @sxnshot as requested 😊

[disabled-queen-hc-blog]

Sorry to ask this of you, but I had some bad tics in front of my coworkers today and I could use some more TS John in my life. I hadn’t told anyone about my ticcing and I sort of got one of those “wtf is that” comments and honestly it just set me back. Finding your blog was a life saver, this was something I never thought I needed but reading Seaside made me *feel things* and now I just can’t stop checking for updates.

I won’t be updating Seaside but I can whip you something up rn :)

♚

The manager coughed awkwardly before continuing his talk with Queen about insurance for venues.

John was red in the face, his hands fists, painfully stiff. He couldn’t believe he just meowed in a meeting. Of all the things he could have done that could’ve been played off, he had to meow.

He looked over at Brian who sat next to him, Brian looking back, his eyes big and apologetic. He quickly looked away, not wanting any pity. He just wanted to be able to control himself until the meeting was over.

His anxiety had other plans though. With his palms getting sweaty and heart racing, his body started to itch, craving for another tic to be let out. This time it was his legs, trembling to be able to slam his feet onto the ground. 

He shifted uncomfortably in his chair, antsy as the pain of suppressing a tic built up in his system. How long was this meeting going to take? Wasn’t this something they talked with Miami about? Why did they have to know about the intricacies of band insurance?

John continued to shift around, pulling at the color of his shirt. He was hot, his legs on fire from having to behave. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could keep this up.

He felt a soft touch to his hand. It was Brian. Brian looked at the door to the managers office, mouthing, Go. It’s okay.

John looked to the other’s, who all gave him quick nods before returning their attention to the manager. 

He stood up, his body tense. As politely as he could, he stuttered out, “Excuse- meow- m-me. I’m sorry. S-Sorry.”

He didn’t dare look back as he left, not wanting to see the man’s confused face. With his cheeks burning, eyes threatening tears, he ran to the bathroom, whistling, squeaking and nodding the whole way.

Once locked in a stall, he sat down, not even caring that he was sitting on a toilet. He covered his face with his hands and groaned.

It never got easier. The embarrassment of Tourette’s. No matter how brave and confident you felt, the moment you ticced in front of someone, a stranger or friend, the moment you let out a most horrendous, horrifying tic, you felt like shit.

John had a moaning phase, which was probably the peak of embarrassment. Then there was a cursing phase and by god did his brain send out as many slurs as it could. And now? He sounded like a farm.

Nobody besides other Tourette’s sufferers truly understood the feeling of wanting to dissapear. No matter how hard one tried, you would always be the center of attention. And it was never good attention.

John shrunk, wanting to vanish in that moment. The manager must’ve thought he was loony. The boys must’ve felt so much second hand embarrassment. He barked instead of crying, his feet stomping onto the tiles, echoing all around the bathroom. 

Just as he started to clap, the bathroom door opened. It hurt, but he managed to cut the tic short. Not that he had to. It was Roger.

“John, is that you?” Roger called out.

“Who else would be clapping in a bloody bathroom?” John said a little pointedly.

He could hear Roger chuckle. “The men’s room is a wild place. You never know. Now, would you come on out here, Deacy?”

“I’d rather die,” John said, akin to a melodramatic teenager, but he was allowed to be right now. “Why are you even here? Is the meeting still going on?” 

Roger stood in front of the stall John was in, his sparkly shoes glittering under the harsh florescent. 

“Yeah, but I played hooky. Brian and Fred handle all that fancy stuff anyways. I was just there to look pretty,” Roger said, an obvious smile in his voice.

“And I was just there to be the resident cat, apparently,” John said miserably. He coughed although he didn’t need to.

Roger sighed. “Sorry about that, Deaks...I mean..I don’t know what it’s like..for you and all that. But, you do know Queen loves you. Well, Brian loves anything with a pulse so that’s maybe not the biggest comfort, but me and Fred love you.”

John snorted, sitting up straight. Alright, Roger won. He opened the stall door, walking out of the bathroom and into the lobby with Roger, marching every step.

The two flopped onto a sofa, John fiddling with his jeans, blinking fast.

“It’s just...so embarrassing. Alienating. I hate it,” John mumbled. Roger looked at him, his face soft. He gave John’s knee a pat and a squeeze.

“I can only imagine,” he said, bumping into John’s side. John bumped back followed with a bark. The receptionist shot them a glare making John shrink. Roger stared daggers at them, doing a gigantic eye roll before wrapping his arm around John’s shoulder.

“Other people don’t get it. But I do. The rest of us do. It might not help the pain strangers cause but just know there are people out there who see you as a person and not a spectacle, John. You’re my best mate,” Roger said as John leaned into the side hug. 

It was true. The outside world was cruel and not understanding. And while that killed him, at least John had people who loved and protected him. Leave it to Brian and Freddie and Roger to always have his back. They always look out for him, find excuses to let him run off, curse people off for gawking. Living with Tourette’s was a pain in the ass, but at least he had them and a whole host of other people to watch out for him.

John shivered excessively, his nose wrinkled. “Thanks, Rog,” he said, feeling a tiny bit content with everything. He rested his head on Roger’s shoulder, not caring if it came off as weird. He already was weird. The people around them could deal with it. John was having a best friend moment.

“Once the other lads comes back, I have some fancy italian gelato at my house. You wanna come over and have a bit of an ice cream social?” Roger asked. John eyes lit up, nodding. There wasn’t anything some gelato and your best mate couldn’t fix.

[abripikuunah]

The Setting Sun

Pairing: Odazai (Oda Sakunosuke x Dazai Osamu) || Word Count: 2886 || Rating: Mature (Suicidal Thoughts)

Ao3

A/N :Finally this baby is done and I can finally rest in peace! BEAST was asking for it so here you go guys- MORE ANGST.But in all seriousness, I wanted to write for a long time after not writing for almost a year and BEAST came and when I saw Harukawa's illustrations, I knew I have to write BEAST!Dazai's character and express it with words. So I try to put myself in his shoes while writing his thoughts about Oda. I planned it to be simple 1500k words but my brain love giving myself pain so I ended up with 2500 more. Needless to say,it was painful af :/.Also there isn't a full translation yet so I might be incorrect with some actions and the setting if there is a full translation. The Setting Sun effect was inspired in the BEAST cover.

A possible illustration will show up in my twitter @AbriPikuuhnah (tumblr too prob) so stay tune for that I guess. But rn my eyes need rest so yep.

Comments and Criticism is very much appreciated and I want to here your thoughts! I hope you have enjoyed this fic <3.

Summary: Today is the fated day where Dazai will witness the last moments of his life. He did it, he made sure that this world won't be swept away in their existence, that everyone would get the ending they deserve. Especially his dear friend that would be able to finally live and write the novel in his dreams.He already talked to Odasaku for the first and last time but after saying all those selfish things, what more does he possibly want?

No matter…

The setting sun would be his audience and partner to execute the finale of the play.It was afternoon and the sun is about to set.

There's a sound of clapping followed by footsteps that could be heard and are now marching closer. The two men that were just fighting momentarily ago are now staring at the man clad in black, with the exception of the red scarf hanging from his neck. He continued to walk, but halted as he proceeded to tell the people in the roof about his plans, making no time to waste.

He then introduced them to the book who birthed them all into life. The book that granted his wishes into a reality. The book that allowed those black broken wings to sprout once more and grow more corrupted than before. A book where he held a pen of revolution to let his bloodied selfish heart write in it.

He told both Atsushi and Akutagawa the importance of the book and why it must be protected. That nobody else should touch it and nothing should be written in ‘it’.

‘Because this world would be destroyed.’

He then appointed the two young men to secure the book at all cost, therefore not giving them a chance to choose. But he knew they both value their own lives and did not wish to be erased from existence, that, he could let his manipulative mind to use.  After his proposal , he gave the book to his subordinate, Atsushi, whose eyes were disquieted in fear. The superior gave him a smile of assurance to the young boy, providing a cold comfort before walking towards the edge.

"D-Dazai-san." Atsushi mutters, a hand reaching out, "It's dangerous over there. Please step away from the-",  but before he could finish his sentence, the boss tilt his head slightly to hint a small curve tugged in the corner of his lips, eyes still hollow as ever.

"Atsushi-kun.” he calls, and stops momentarily before directly meeting his gaze, serious , breathed an heavy weight in it’s depressing color. “Don't tell anyone about the book. Not even Kyouka-chan."

Before Atsushi had the chance to open his mouth and ask the obvious question, he was interrupted again. A sigh expels out of his superior’s lips followed by a warning they both needed to heed.

"If there are three people that have the knowledge of this books true existence, the world itself would cease to exist." he admits and let those words echoes back, giving Atsushi the full message, and he knew what they mean very well. Without saying a word, he restrained himself from grabbing his boss from the dangerous edge.

The boss turned his face towards the city he owns. He’s looking towards the world his dirted hands created. The world he built and worked hard for, sacrificed almost, no, everything from his previous self for its sake.

Two pairs of eyes trailed behind him. While Dazai knew Akutagawa had no plans to save him, Atsushi’s eyes are in pain, as they were only able to watch his superior started walking closer to death's door. Dazai’s body swayed while going towards the edge, the taps of his steps though, is deafening. As he felt the sun beckoning him closer. He also felt that the world seems to stop. Everything went into a slow painstakingly motion and only his rapid thoughts dances around mercilessly.

He still revels into it nonetheless.

The wind seems to only have the freedom to move solemnly as it caressed his exposed skin. He doesn't want to wait if he has a choice, he is impatient and death is already welcoming him . He wanted to asked the damn gods why not just let him fall off and perish already to finally burst down these emotions that has been bottling up his chest in the cold ground like asphalt.

But he doesn't complain.

Dazai… does admires the sight showing its behold . The dusk reminds him the reason why he did all of this in the first place, why this cruel and unfair yet giving world existed and hoped that it perpetually keep moving on its wake.

"Odasaku!"

A voice laughs in the back of Dazai's mind.

"Are you admiring the setting sun again?"

‘Ah, again’ he thought.

His constant habit of reminiscing starts once more.

It was like this time again, where the two of them are at the docks, wandering aimlessly where they let their conversations and idle topics leads them to wherever place they ended up to, not caring about the society in a whole. Somehow, along the way , they landed in the pier, where they were just in time to witness sundown.They watched while admiring it as it slowly started to sink deep into the ocean.

"It is beautiful is it not?" He hums, looking at the older man next to him expectantly.

“It is.” Oda simply replied, nothing more, nothing less.

But regretfully now,  Dazai knew that there’s more deep inside his thoughts. He knew that there’s a reserved blank canvas of Oda’s mind, a place for him paint the sunset with words, carefully crafted words and would make the downfall of the day more alluring than Dazai could comprehend.

Dazai couldn't keep count over how many days had passed since he last saw Odasaku’s warm gaze comfort him. It has been so long that it became nothing more but a distant memory that is just close to his depths of his scarred heart.

His sight is completely set on the scarlet sky, appreciating the way how the setting sun bids goodbye to him. He still wonders until today what kind of words are blooming in his mind. Odasaku never said he wanted to become a writer, until everything was too late. But Dazai remembered clearly when he started to think what does he write inside of his sentimental thoughts.

‘They're surely beautiful.’

And Dazai doesn’t feel anything else but to agree.

His rusty eyes are now transfixed to its changing hues of reds and purples of the late afternoon sky that are followed by the darkness of the night.

If you ask Dazai, however, of how he would describe the dusk , it would depend on which type of person he’s with. Like the series of masks he has, he will give you a different answer as well.

But if you honestly want to see the true answer that's been etched deep inside of him,  it would've been…

“It looks a lot like you, Odasaku.” He says offhandedly.

Oda looked at him, like his word popped him out of his bubble.

Wide eyes stared at the young executive while the said man kept his gaze and purposely not looking at the red head, or else he might falter to let out a laugh. But the taller,  blinks, “I see.” he breathed out and let themselves basked in the welcoming sounds of the crashing waves and watched the crepuscule.

“I mean it by the way. “ he muttered out.

And he truly does .

Dazai can fathom a lot of reasons why, from the obvious one of how the shades of red surrounded the sun that could easily be compared to his paprika hair . How the sunset flares also reminds him of Oda’s eyes that glows with a determined passion to provide and show the light.

To Dazai, he is his light, his sun. The one who provides warmth of the day and shows the beauty and grace of the never ending sky from dusk and dawn.

But the setting sun seems to fit him the best.

Not because of Oda’s features, for he just said that he is the sun himself. He realizes that it's mainly because even the time of the sunset is limited itself. As long the sun doesn’t drown deeper in the horizon, it’s your last chance to for you to be leaded back home before the shadows covers your way and be swallowed by the night.

In his previous lives, that’s exactly what happened. Before he was consumed by the abyss of hell, Oda came and became his sunset. His last chance to leave the darkness and live towards the life filled with a bittersweet light. And he took it willingly.

Now however, he doesn’t reach for it.

He strays away. Away so there won’t be any sunset to fill the hollow sky or to witness it slowly goes away again and again in his eyes. There won't be a sun to provide a day and afternoon but only a haunted starless night will be present in this life. His lip quirked into a frown before moving his eyes away from the setting sun and drifted his field of vision to the farthest surface of the earth his eyes could reach instead.

God, he keeps thinking about him too much. It hurts, it hurts too bad to miss him terribly, terribly so and the setting sun doesn’t do anything to help. His fist clenches, he then look towards the gap and finds the lonesome ground waiting for him.

Every recollection he has of them that he yearned very terribly started to plague him mind. It must be because he already decided, that this would be the fated day he would die. Death that he mourned for so many year is finally within arms reach. Maybe that's why the his world decided to drag time and let Dazai bask himself with these painful memories.

It's doesn't sound wrong.

He knows that his world thrives on schadenfreude towards it and manipulates his own corrupted being.  But he let's it, he let's this sadistic life of his toy with the masochistic devil inside of him like a puppet once more. But ironically,  he hates pain. He hates these abrasions that are gripping his insides torturously that he desperate wished that he had a knife for to stab himself to be relieved from the agony.

But he still continues. He willingly delves deeper in a past that would never be reversed by his own hands despite the power he has.  And he relives them, no matter how it make him feel like throwing up, he relives to them, even if it breaks him slowly . He relives them,  because in the clarity of its cruelty , beside it was beauty and color.

And it was addicting.

The phenomenon light rays scatter, bursting beautiful shades out of the scarlet sky.  Oda did just that in Dazai's own monochromatic life. In the midst of death and violence, the quiet comfort,  futile conversation they had at Lupin was enough to tint his sights to see the colors in his life. Sure it doesn't satisfy the lonely hole he has, nothing will ever will, but it doesn't also mean he won't value the things they did. He had something for him to hold on into and let these selfish desires have a purpose. This last moment of his, how he's constantly thinking of him proves that alone.

He believes that it made him human .

“So Odasaku, how was your job?”

“How are you holding up, Odasaku?”

“ Odasaku are you alright?”

“Odasaku-”

Odasaku, Odasaku ,Odasaku-

As his voices started compiling in his mind, filling it like replacing the oxygen in his body, the overwhelming asphyxiation invading his sense. His thoughts kept chanting his name like a mad prayer.

“Why are you so obsessed protecting this world?” Akutagawa's voice snaps him out of his thoughts.

Why?

Dazai kept himself from scoffing bitterly,

The answer is simple.

“This is the only world where he reads and writes a novel.”

The last ray of sunlight is about to came into close. He has to go soon and join the beautiful sun to drown themselves in the shadows of Yokohama. City lights however, are coming, not letting the shadows around Yokohama conquer every structures. It's a bit poetic really. Atsushi and Akutagawa are the world's new light, they would protect the book and will ensure it's safety.

But the tall building of the dark Port Mafia’s shadows is enough to consume him whole and take his sins and finally be punished.

Come and think about it,

It was afternoon and the sun is about to set at that fateful day .

He unconsciously brought himself back at the time where he held Odasaku’s dying body in his arms. The last glow of his skin that was seeping away life along with his warmth. The moment where Odasaku gave out his last breath and told him things that let Dazai walk towards the path of light.

‘Save the weak, and protect the orphans.’

Dazai turns around and faces the two once more. He could feel the heat wrapping around his body. It feels too nostalgic as the warmth that lingers in the corners of his body, as if tantalizing it to be Odasaku’s warmth that he will never experience again and will yearn forever in the eternity of the ice piercing death.

He lets out a shaky laugh.

He first looks at the detective. Despite being used to see him clothed in black, Dazai couldn't help but admit that the lighter colors suited Akutagawa well . It felt like the weight has been carried in his shoulders are lesser and more breathable than his other selves have.Odasaku really did patiently teach him as there's a light that are now reflected in his eyes.

He then looks at Atsushi.  He can't deny the fact that he did hurt him with his manipulative tendencies,  in fact it did worsen the undeserving broken boy at all. But it was for the sake of this world. He cannot apologize. After all, in the end, he guaranteed that Atsushi would be bathed in the light once more just like his other selves were and probably a little bit more better.

He cannot justify himself for the despicable crimes he committed in this timeline. But in the end, just like he said,  he will take all of these sins with him and purge them in the deserving punishment they would receive.

No one would forget his crimes, but they will all move on to a better rail.

Atleast, he could say that he still fulfilled the oath he vowed that day,  just in his own twisted way.

The only thing that's changed was that he fixed the fate and let the true deserving person to die in front of the setting sun.

‘Me’

Unlike him , the one who truly values human life and settled his heart in the right place will continue on living . The world where Odasaku is living in the light and will shine others paths in the right direction and claim his well worth legacy.

Even the Agency and to the others he has somewhat cared for…

Will at least be happy or content, even without him.

“I can't let a world like that disappear.” he finally says as he let's the last chapter of his life come into close.

Maybe the agency and the others who knew him in the previous life will mock him at how stupid he is.

That's fine.

Maybe the other Odasaku's in the different worlds would be disappointed at him…

…

The wind strengthen and his body felt light and was tilted towards the back as he was pushed and fell.

“This is it,” He mutters as the adrenaline in his body pumped faster by each matter of second, “The moment I've been waiting for. I looked forward to it, truly…” And he smiles with closing those tired eyes and expel every burnt out emotions.

Like that, peace was glazed in his face.

And like that, he finds a dream inside those lids.

“I only have one regret.” He unconsciously says.

In a soundless dream, he sees Odasaku inside of a kitchen, holding a pen, a manuscript resting in his table. He wonders what type of novels he will write? Then it dawned on him,

“I can't read the novel he would one day complete.” He breathed out as he can hear the rushing wind kept chanting for death.

It truly is a shame, “I… I regret that a little now.” He says as he kept picturing Odasaku writing the novel he longs to tell. The light has faded,  the world was gone, Dazai numbed his senses as he stopped caring about anything anymore.

Except him .

He can see it but not perfectly, as his face was blurred out in his imagination.

What would Odasaku expression be? Would he be confused? Tired? Was there a smile curved in his lips? Are his soft eyes glowing with thoughts as he will write down to convey a story into life?

Before he met total darkness, he wants to imagine and see Odasaku's face one last time.

He wants to open his eyes once more to look at the setting sun that resembles a man name Oda Sakaunosuke .

He took a deep breath.

.

.

.

But when he open his eyes it all went black.

[softstraykidsimagines]

Boyfriend!Seungmin Stray Kids

ALRIGHTY

Our lovely fluffy Seungmin

He’s lowkey becoming bias wrecker for me whoops

Let’s get started!!

During when he has a crush on you

Ohhhh boy

He’s gonna be insanely shy

It’s adorable

He’ll try to do little things to make you happy

From complementing you

To buying you something small like a key chain

But it’s always something meaningful

Something that reminds you of him

Let’s not discard the fact that anytime he actually does something like this for you

He’s gonna sprint away before you can even thank him properly

And he’ll hide somewhere so that you can’t see or hear him squeal with joy

Ok it’s official I am soft for Seungmin

You don’t really have too much doubt about him liking you

You’ve picked up remarkably fast how shy he is with you compared to when he’s with the rest of SK 

And you figured he had an ulterior motive when he happened to just “think of you” and buy something

Or when he teases you but quickly apologises and tells you he doesn’t mean it 

He’s just not very subtle 

So you’re rather upfront with him one day when you ask

“Soooo, I’ve been wondering…. why have you been so sweet to me? With all the nice gifts and stuff?”

He would immediately go red in the face

His eyes would go wide

And he’d just stand there a moment with his mouth hanging open not knowing wtf to do

And you feel kinda bad tbh

No one likes being in such an awkward situation so the way you just asked him out-of-the-blue seemed almost cruel

He finally managed to stutter out

“W-well umm…. I k-kinda… sort o-of l-like you…?”

It deadass took him a whole 30sec to finish

And you’re doing an Irish jig on the inside cause

WOOT WOOT he likes you too!!

“I really like you too, Seungmin” you say quickly before he can run off in embarrassment

He looks at you hella confused like

The person he’s liked for so freaking long likes him back?? Or is he dreaming??? Whatishappeningrightnow????

SeungminHasStoppedWorking.jpg

So you tell him where you want to hang out in the future

And there we go you’ve successfully planned your first date woohoo!!

Dates with this bean are soft and laid back

Ice cream dates

Coffee dates

Just wandering-around-for-no-reason dates

It’s so relaxing

Of course until one of you holds the other’s hand

Then it’s skyrocketing heart rates

And pink cheeks

At the end of your 2nd or 3rd date, he’d finally muster the courage to kiss you....

On the cheek haha you thought 

As you’re saying goodbye

Leaving you flustered af as he runs away yelling that he’ll text you later

I don’t think he’ll have the guts to kiss you first tho 

It’s up to you my friend

You’ll be sitting on a bench somewhere, just talking

And he just

Randomly

Pokes your cheek.

And you look at him like wtf man why

And he just turns away grinning

So you get cheeky, planning on making this sudden burst of confidence melt faster than snow in the sun

So you swoop in and peck his cheek

He blushes like crazy but he refuses to let you win

So he looks at you a moment

With a slight smirk on his face

Seriously where did all this confidence come from he was a shy child a minute ago tf?

And he kisses you right on the nose

Needless to say that surprised you

And spur of the moment

You decide you’re gonna kiss him smack on the lips

His eyes are wide as all hell

But he relaxes a split second later, kissing you back softly

You both part smiling slightly

Before he whisper-screeches, hiding his face in his hands, all embarrassed

And you also blush like crazy, also fighting the urge to run away

GAH THIS IS SO CUTE 

When he introduces you to the rest of the group

Oh

My god

It’s gonna be chaos I swear

Everyone’s gonna welcome you politely and enthusiastically

And then they’ll start poking fun at Seungmin

“AWWWW they’re so lovely! How on earth did you get them to date you??” Says Jisung

“I bet he pays them” replies Minho, cackling

“Must have been a lot of money” chipped in Changbin, enjoying himself 

All the while Seungmin makes a face like ‘this is the shit I need to put up with all the time good lord’

“Come on guys! Of course y/n didn’t agree to this for money” yells Jeongin

Seungmin is about to thank him when he finishes:

“They obviously came to meet me through Hyung” and he sprints off at top speed with Seungmin hot on his heels screaming bloody murder

“Please take care of him, y/n” Chan says quietly while the other boys guffaw at the two youngest’s behavior. “He really likes you”

And that’s exactly what you do

You guys have got each others back

No matter what

Someone tries to offend you in any way, shape or form 

And he’s there in front of you like a human shield ready to fight 

If he gets sick you’re there as quick as a flash with everything he needs, all the way from cold remedies to recipes for hot soup

While you’re making sure he’s not burning up, he’ll just whisper

“Can I just cuddle you? I swear I won’t sneeze on you”

So you just lie there holding each other the entire day

He keeps his promise and doesn’t sneeze on you btw

When you’re sick, he’s not gonna know what the hell to do

Lost puppy 

He’ll run around trying to find the right meds for you (he’ll take the time to read each label to make sure it’s the right one)

He’ll try to make soup it doesn’t work

But after a while he’ll calm down and sit with you to watch something on TV

Apologising that he couldn’t make your fav meal 

Makes up for it by buying takeout 

Man I want takeout now :(

He can sometimes feel down about the day

Something might have happened at the fansign/performance, he might feel really tired and fed up with work

So it’s your job to be there and comfort him 

You just wrap your arms around him and sit with his head on your shoulder 

And he cries silently with you, grateful that you’re with him 

Guess who’s emo while writing this

Sometimes days can get bad enough that he starts to shut you out all-together 

Seungmin isn’t the direct type 

He isn’t gonna start an argument because he’s stressed 

He’s gonna avoid any kind of conflict 

So he avoids you, ignores you, refuses to talk to you when he’s too upset 

Because he doesn’t want to lash out and hurt you 

But he’ll notice when he does this that it actually does hurt you 

Almost more than an argument would 

Because you want to help 

And he won’t let you 

So he’ll eventually come to talk to you, his head bowed and eyes glimmering with tears 

And he’ll just hug you, asking for you to forgive how stupid he can be 

RIGHT back to fluff because I don’t want to cry rn 

He loves to teach you to sing his parts in every song 

He feels you can understand his work better and be closer to him 

You two will end up sometimes randomly singing his part in a song at the top of your lungs in the dorm, in turn pissing off the rest of the boys 

You’ll both have singing competitions: who can sing the highest, lowest, longest, or most dramatically 

And you both end up collapsing from laughing too hard 

He’s gonna try to speak English around you 

Just so he can practice 

Have you heard his awesome accent during ASC that is a yes from me I don’t want to forget that 

He might ask you for help but he’s mostly too stubborn and proud to so he’ll struggle for a while until you ask if he wants a helping hand 

“Hey, need help for the pronunciation, there?” 

“Nope! Nope it’s fine! I’m fine! Toooootally fine” :D 

You two like trying to learn new recipes to cook for the rest of SK 

It’s actually super fun 

And you both manage to make a few dishes without setting the dorms on fire *applause* 

And you make breakfast for them too: fried eggs! now I’m really hungry aw man 

And the boys are already teasing you talking about how you’re couple goals and how well you two go together 

Making the both of you sprint back into the kitchen, giggling like children

Seungmin is gonna ask you to meet his family first 

But it doesn’t scare you that much 

For a good reason:

He’s an angel, so he must have been raised by angels logic

You meet them and they melt when they see you 

You chat, they share pictures of Seungmin when he was little he’s gonna be close to crying from embarrassment because “COME ON YOU JUST MET” 

His sister adores you 

Tells you about the pranks she’s pulled on her poor bro in the past 

Which warrants a death glare from Seungmin 

All in all his fam are your fam because they love you as much as they love Seungmin 

He’s a lot A LOT more nervous about meeting your parents 

He’s pretty damn close to fainting when the day to meet up comes 

Pale as sheet istg 

So you gotta be there for him to cling onto like a baby koala 

Save this boy I beg of you

Nearly hides behind you when he first greets your parents 

Basically leaps out of his skin every time someone raises their voice even a little bit 

But he gets a little calmer after a while 

And starts to genuinely smile and laugh 

By the end of the day he’s a happy squish with no sign of nervousness

Success! 

In the evenings he likes to buy a crap-ton of snacks and sit with you to binge watch your fav show 

You two will probs have a competition to see who can catch the most food in their mouth sigh 

He loves when you poke his left cheek 

He’ll act cute with you if he’s asking for something 

And it’s so freaking hard to say no damn it!!

He’ll have a fucking heart attack if he sees you wearing one of his hoodies or denim jackets like how many does he actually have??

But he’ll love it 

He’s gonna grin from ear to ear saying how cute you look 

Will not let you go throughout the night

Just wants to cling to you and snuggle you to death the entire evening 

You’ve probs already guessed that he is definitely not gonna be the first one to say ‘I love you’ 

Nah he’s way to shy and lowkey scared to 

But I bet you’re gonna do it kinda by accident 

You guys have been having a dance competition 

He’s gonna be jumping around all energetic and happy 

Because he’s having the time of his life messing around with you 

And you’ll accidentally let slip: 

“You’re such a dork! This is why I love you so much” 

And both of you stop laughing and stare at each other 

While you’re mentally going OH SHIT WHAT HAVE I DONE 

But Seungmin suddenly screams like a little girl 

He can’t contain himself

Runs at you at full speed 

And tackles you into a bone-crushing hug 

Making you both topple over onto the floor laughing 

Without letting you go, he’s gonna say, all giddy “I love you too!!! I was scared to say it but I’m not anymore I do love youuuuuuu!!” 

And the rest of the day you’re both skipping around, making SK wonder wtf happened to the two of you

“Are they possessed or something?” -Hyunjin 

“Who even knows with those two” -Chan  

“Guess we’ll never know” -Felix, chuckling 

Half the time they don’t get at all what happens between you two lmao 

When Stray Kids are away, Seungmin’s gonna want to FaceTime you whenever he’s free 

He’s a pouty boy who misses you senseless and forgets how to function like a proper human being when you’re not around 

SK are having to tell him specifically what to do every other minute because he keeps daydreaming about when he gets to see you again smh 

He’s gonna be so.freakin.hyper on the way back from wherever the boys were 

No one wants to sit next to him on the plane because they know all he’s gonna want to do is talk about you 

And they get enough of that on a regular basis anyway 

But they’re happy at how energetic he is when they land and he can finally see you 

He’s gonna Naruto run to you and hug you so tightly whispering how much he missed you 

And you’ll be laughing like 

“It’s been two days, buddy” 

“Yeah but it feels like AGES! It’s been an eternity and I was going insane!!” 

Seungmin most likely won’t go public about your relationship until after a year to a year-and-a-half

Wants to make sure you’re 100% ok with it 

Because he knows there will be a bit probably a lot of drama on the net about you 

He’ll post a cute selfie of the two of you 

You’re both smiling happily 

And he’ll caption it: ‘Hey everyone!! This is y/n, we’ve been together for quite a while now, and I wanted to introduce you! I hope you welcome them warmly!’ 

The internet isn’t going to shut up about you for an eternity holy shit

The entire universe ships you two 

You’re the adorable smiley couple

That everyone 

And I mean everyone 

Loves to bits 

A/N: YAY! It was really fun to write about this adorable fluff ball :D 

Also, there aren’t NEARLY as many Seungmin GIFs as there should be!

Hope everyone has a lovely day!! And feel free to request anything! Ciao <3

P.S: I love this GIF so much it’s not even funny 

[vanessaxyvonne]

Sugar Pink Liquor, Liquor Lips | V + NV

When: June 20th, 2021

Where: Circle Bar ; Vanessa's Penthouse

Warnings: Alcohol, Vomiting, Angst, Pregnancy mention (no, no one's pregnant)

Featuring: @niklausvondra

Texts from Circle Bar

Vanessa:

I know you hate meeee but I'm drunk rn

niklaus:

I don't hate you and why are you drunk?

Vanessa:

I’m celebrating!!!

I did a great thing again

niklaus:

Well glad to know that you're willing to text me drunk

but I don't hate you--my sister on the other hand

Vanessa:

I’d text you sober but like it’s complicated

I know I’m the treacherous slut

it’s why we can’t be together which isn’t fair but you know I’ll wait for you in the next life if you still like me

niklaus:

You're not a treacherous slut

there's just bad blood and nicole needs to get over it

You really think we will meet again in the next life?

Vanessa:

I am, Nick. That’s what I’ve always been. And she can tryy but she will always see me as the monster okay?

yeah, but!!!!! You gotta find me in the next life this time okay?

niklaus:

listen, Nicole is grown woman and it’s been years if she can’t get over it, then you move on. You have a company and better friends

Yes, I’ll find you

Vanessa:

that means I lose you too

I wish we were in our new lives right now, I bet it’s better. We’d be happy

niklaus:

news flash, I am my own person. If you cut ties with Nicole for good then you won’t lose me

Who knows, life could be cruel

Vanessa:

you promise???

life without you is crueler

niklaus:

yeah

Vanessa:

I almost did something stupid and my friends would’ve been so upset with me

niklaus:

what did you do

Vanessa:

well I did it anyways

I drank more ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

niklaus:

oh my god

why am I not surprised

you do realize you’re going to be hating yourself in the morning, right?

Vanessa:

I knowww

I gotta numb the existential dread somehow

can you pick me up? I promise I won't puke or hit on you

niklaus:

Where are you

Vanessa:

I'm at Circle bar

niklaus:

awesome, I’m down the road at a friends. I’ll be there in ten mins

Vanessa:

Okayyyyy

thank you nick

Nessa sat outside the bar in the waiting area and because of her charm, she made friends with the bouncer who kept her drunk self safe until Nick arrived. Of course, she was trying her hardest not to completely pass out when she perked up at the familiar green eyes and lop-sided dimpled grin. "Niiick!" She drawled out excitedly. "I'm so glad you're here!"

niklaus vondra.

After leaving a friends home, the disappointment in their eyes as he left made him chuckle, making way over to where Vanessa was at he walked along the side walk and saw her sitting there, he nodded his head. “I said I would come and grab you, I have an Uber waiting,” he held out his hands for her to take.

Vanessa grinned as she took his hands with a big smile. "My hero!!" She said with drunken excitement. "D'you know what? I left the fuzzy tiara that one of the really super nice bachelorettes gave to me. I'm so gutted but I can't go back," She rambled. "Also, I'm a bit tired."

niklaus vondra.

”You look hammered,” nick smiled and helped her up, reaching up to lightly pat down her hair and held out his arm. “We’ll get you some food and tuck you right into bed. Then you should be good to go.” He reached to hold onto her and lead them away from the entrance.

“Yes, yes I am,” She retorted. “I wanted to be hammered and railed but that didn’t work out. The gal had a jealous boyfriend. Who knew?” Nessa giggled as she took Nick’s arm and stumbled alongside him. “Ooh I really want bagels, are there any bagel shops open this hour, you think?”

niklaus vondra.

Nick swallowed down the jealousy, reminding himself he had no right and that he was just coming from one of his ‘friends’ places before getting her. “That lad is probably cheating on the side if he allowed you to flirt with him,” he pointed out and laughed, “Bagels? I highly doubt it.”

Vanessa looked over at Nick and laughed. "No no no, silly. I was hitting on his girlfriend and she flirted right on back and even held my face and called me a goddess but the lad got a bit butt hurt because I might've gotten her a bit flustered," She drunkenly rambled with the brightest smile. "Ugh. I wanted a bagel. What should we go eat, Niklaus?"

niklaus vondra.

”Oh, now that makes more sense, no wonder….” He thought out loud and laughed, “should’ve offered a threesome, a win for all three people.” opening the door and assisting her into the Uber. “We can always grab in and out?”

"It does, doesn't it?" Nessa giggled at the thought for a moment and sighed. "I don't like sharing, that's the issue. I've tried it before, it didn't work out," She shrugged and carefully slid into the Uber. "Hmmm, okay. Burgers sound great right about now, yeah?"

niklaus vondra.

”Really? I find it all the more fun,” he shrugged, but that was most likely due to enjoying the attention on both ends. He often wondered if it was due to his disorder or the fact he craved attention and wanted to try something different. “burgers and fries? Yes.”

"Well, that's 'cos you're you," Nessa poked at Nick's chest with a smirk. She then followed up with, "I just like the attention on me and I know the other person won't give me their full attention. So if it's just me and the other person, I'll command attention easier. Plus...makes the escape easier in the morning." She let out a small sigh and rested her head on Nick's shoulders. "Burgers and fries sound amaaazing! We used to do that all the time, remember?"

niklaus vondra.

Nick laughed, he remembered vaguely of her always wanting attention, especially in the bedroom but he wasn’t about to make that commentary. “Are we going to take a walk down memory lane?” He laughed and asked the driver if he could stop by in and out. He tried to not show affection towards her, to make it easier on both of them, but it was getting hard with her touching him and trusting him.

A giggle bubbled up from Vanessa as she said, "Well why not? I'm drunk and I'm feeling a bit nostalgic on the mention of In N Out. Besides, it's been years since I've last gone." There came the first admission there. Now the logical part of her wanted to sit up straight and shut up and opt to just go home, but between the mixed alcohol and her own emotions, things were bound to spill out of her. "Just humor me for a moment, will you?"

niklaus vondra.

Niklaus shakes his head and slowly caved in, “Fine…but just so you know, once we start bringing up embarrassing memories, I’m out.” He joking said as he pulled out his phone to see messages, ones he didn’t want to look at nor respond too, placing it back into his pocket, Nick glanced over at Nessa.

"I promise, no embarrassing stories, we'd have to mutually be drunk for that one," Nesssa pointed with a knowing grin. "Do you remember..." She began and then hiccuped, "Do you remember when we would sneak out at times just to get ice cream at that one parlour?"

niklaus vondra.

Nick laughed at the memory, “Yeah, I should have known you would be a bad influence,” he teased, “I do remember the sweetness of the ice cream that I don’t think I could eat today.”

"Me? A bad influenceeee? Poppycock! You were the one that convinced me to start sneaking out," Nessa nudged Nick with a cheeky grin. "Wait, really??? D'you lose your sweet tooth?"

niklaus vondra.

He laughed at her, “Oh please, one time and you’re a goner since then.” He shake his head toward, flashing her a lopsided smile and shrugged. “Taste buds change as you get older.”

"One time? Now you're definitely bluffing! You always pitched the sneaking around to get ice cream until I caught on!" She shot a look over towards him. Her own smile matching his lopsided grin...she missed that smile and all she wanted to do was kiss that smile, but luckily, she still had that sense to hold her back. "What do you prefer now?"

niklaus vondra.

”I think it’s a tie between crepes and lemon squares.” He admitted, it was wild to think he once had a sweet tooth and now, now it was like he didn’t care much for it, he placed it on it being an age thing but maybe once she left things just tasted bitter.

“Ooh very Parisian! You’ve got a bit of a tart tongue. I like that.” Nessa giggled as she went to reach for Nick’s hand, mostly to play with his long fingers. Any little detail or thing kept the drunken designer curious. “It’s your turn to say a memory and don’t say you don’t remember ‘cos it’s repressed. None of our experiences together was traumatic—well until the end. That’s definitely a bit fuzzy.”

niklaus vondra.

Nick smiled, “what can I say, if life is going to be bitter, at least make it bittersweet.” He shrugged, at least that was the motto he was going for in the least. As she played with his fingers, he didn’t pull away and allowed her to distract herself but when she asked to mention a memory, he stayed silent. He wanted to play it off, wanted to make some silly joke but knew that would be impossible. “I guess…when we were trying to reach Nicole how to drive and she almost killed us,” he decided to bring up.

“I like that motto,” Nessa beamed excitedly. “Reminds me of that one song…a spoonful of sugar makes the medicine go down. It’s bittersweet,” she nodded in agreement. She continued to play with his fingers, paying attention to every detail. It almost felt like a flashback to years ago. When he spoke again, she looked up to him and she giggled. “Oh bloody hell, that was terrifying. The way she slammed on the brakes and we went lurching forward. I’m surprised the seat belt didn’t strangle us!” She responded incredulously. “I miss those days.”

niklaus vondra.

Nick softly laughed, “Yeah and to think she got her licenses,” he let out a sigh and nodding his head. “They were good memories, but I have hope that one day things can go back to normal or at least everyone make up.”

"Oh my god, right? That's a miracle that she did, but I'm glad she did," Nessa giggled and let out her own sigh. "They were!! Wait really, you do?" She looked over at him. "What makes you so sure?"

niklaus vondra.

”I think at some point you just grow up and learn to forgive what you’ve done in the past. I mean it can be a lot to come to forgiving and I know my sister, she will come around maybe not right now but she will.” Niklaus held hope for Nicole to get over the past, especially after finding out the actual reason and perhaps get on good terms with Vanessa again. He knew that their breakup hurt Nicole a lot and he hated the fact it was because of his selfish reasons.

“Hmmmm, I’d say that makes sense yeah. She’s a bit stubborn but, she’s still got a good heart. It’ll take her a bit…when she’s ready. She knows where to find me so we can cry together,” Nessa pointed out with the most bubbliest giggle. It was a laugh that reminded her of her younger self for a moment but she shook off the thought. “By the way…I do have something to confess ‘cos there was this wild scandal of me and a pregnancy test and bloody hell, everyone thought I was expecting and d’you know what? I wasn’t! Trixie, actually had a pregnancy scare from her ex back in college. The paps spun it to a whole different thing, though.”

niklaus vondra.

Hearing her ramble, he had a soft smile on his face, it felt like old times when she was drunk and he was of course taking care of her. But hearing the confession had him stiffen, he remembered seeing the tabloid and did something completely stupid but he later found out why he made impulsive decisions. “oh…so that’s what that was…here I thought you got knocked up, guess it would’ve been better to ask you than assume.”

Nessa could feel Nick's body freeze up for a moment while she played with his fingers, so carefully, she linked her fingers with his and looked up towards him. She was crossing that line to comfort him. "Nuh-uh. Never ever. My career was just taking off, I couldn't do that, you know? Funny part is, I had just gotten my IUD implanted like days ago and I had to release those forms to the press. That was probably the most violated I ever felt in the spotlight, but you know," She shrugged.

niklaus vondra.

Nick nodded his head, he remembered that night clearly, recalled the tabloid days later and the sense of regret but now he just came to terms with everything. He was fine with being by himself, it was less of a hassle. He wondered if he would ever want a family, he didn’t exactly have the best role models but at least he could be the best uncle. “Tabloids would do that to you…I’m sorry you had to go through that by yourself.”

Nessa didn't bother mentioning the other specifics as to why she had the IUD because of her crazy obsessive ex who tried to anchor her down, she was far too drunk to care about that. However, she didn't see herself much of a motherly figure, especially after practically raising her little brother. The thought of motherhood terrified her...the thought of stopping her career for motherhood was even more terrifying. "They doooo sadlyyyy. Don't worry, I gave them another thing to talk about a week later when I dumped my ex during fashion week. I sound so jaded, I swear!"

niklaus vondra.

Nick couldn’t help but to laugh at her response, it appeared that nothing rarely ever stops her from reaching her full potential each and every time. “I mean, without that passion, you wouldn’t have made it to where you are.” He pointed out, “besides, nothing screams revenge than being successful.”

A giggle bubbled up from her lips and she sighed, “Ah, I’d ‘spose you’re right. All that passion became success and that was my most righteous revenge.” She sighed once more, “It sucks, sometimes. Cos everyone waits for me to fuck up. It adds this immense amount of pressure, you know?…I miss talking about these things with you. Our fears, our hopes, our accomplishments. I have to be bloody drunk to get all of this out of my system ‘cos my sober self would just…put up a wall.”

niklaus vondra.

He realized that he too missed these sort of talks himself, he once tried to hold a conversation like this with his sister but instead it turned more into a lecture. With Vanessa, it was a soothing moment where she didn’t second guess his choices and he didn’t with hers. “It’s okay, sometimes we are too afraid to admit things, alcohol just seems to enjoy bringing all that forth.”

Vanessa nodded in agreement to Nick. “Yes it does. Very much so!! So…I do believe it’s your turn again,” She giggled, wiggling her eyebrows. That was the dynamic she loved and missed between them two. There was no questioning, there was no judgement. There was, instead, encouragement and calm. It was what she missed the most with Nick.

niklaus vondra.

”My turn for what?” He jokingly said before stopping to hear the driver announced they were there to order, “what did you want again?” He asked Vanessa, his window rolled down to place an order.

“Ah ah ah, don’t play coy with me, Niklaus,” Nessa playfully scolded until they arrived to In N Out. “Hmmm I want a hamburger with fries and a sprite, pleaseeee,” she said with the cutest smile.

niklaus vondra.

Nick ordered their order and they went back to waiting in line, “Anyways, do you plan on going back to Paris for that fashion week or did it past? I feel like there’s always fashion week somewhere. Unless I’m just clueless.” He laughed, he knew that it was due to him not being able to stay on one subject for long, he kept the window down to breath in the cool air.

“Perhaps…it’s not until October and you know Santa Monica loves to go all out for Halloween. I’d have to see, but if I doooo, I’ll be sure to take pictures….or you know perhaps sober me will be on better terms with you and we could go,” Nessa drunkenly offered with a smile. “You’re not clueless at all, I’m glad that you keep up!” She beamed excitedly. “Ugh it feels so nice outside. I might fall asleep on the balcony when I make it back home.”

niklaus vondra.

”We are not letting you pass out on the balcony…that’s very dangerous,” he stated very firmly, the thought of her accidentally hurting herself or something worse. “We can leave the window open for you while you rest, I’ll stay until you are sleep talking, how about that?”

Her eyes widened at Nick’s quick assertion and she shrugged. “There’s a futon sofa I always collapse on that’s there, I never go near the edge,” She sighed, knowing there’d be no arguing with him in her state. “Okay, on one condition though. You have to play with my hair like you used to do when I was drunk to help me sleep.”

niklaus vondra.

Nick couldn’t help but to laugh at her demand, “fine, I’ll do just that so you can sleep. But please don’t puke, cleaning up after puke is the worse.” He jokingly stated, lightly caressed her hand in his and lightly patted the back of her hand.

“I won’t, don’t worry. It’s been a very very verryyyy long time since that’s happened. I think when the window opened it would’ve hit,” Nessa giggled. “Why are you so to me after all these years?” she asked as she rested her head on his shoulder again.

niklaus vondra.

Sometimes he wished that he didn’t have to speak, but here she was, asking questions in which he tried to divert everything. He didn’t have it in him to deny her the answers nor had it in him to even be remotely mean to her. “I’m not a complete dick head as to what people seem to believe I am.”

Nessa being Nessa always asked the hard questions whether she was sober or completely drunk off her ass. She wanted to know and dive deeper as to why Nick treated her so well even after all this time. She shook her head and sighed, “Nooo, that’s not what I mean! You’ve always been sweet, despite what anyone says. I just don’t get why now. I’d think you know, you’d hate sober me by now. I mean, well, me. ‘Cos I’m not the little princess I was and you fell for that one…well—“ she paused for a moment and then said, “At least I think you did. I dunno. Nicole said I was delulu about it.”

niklaus vondra.

”Delulu? Are you trying to say delusional?” He asked amused as hell with her drunk talk, the driver drove off once he got the food and he grabbed the bag, handing out food for her and looked at her, “if Nicole said those, you do realize she was just saying that to hurt you, surprised you haven’t noticed since you two were once so close.”

“Yeah! That word!!!” She giggled, shaking her head. Her eyes lit up at the food and she did an excited wiggle when she took the burger and carefully opened it up to take a bite. “I know she did, but I just wanted to know, since you know…we never got to say it. Tragic, innit?” She took another bite of her burger and sighed.

niklaus vondra.

Nick took a piece of fry and chewed on it, “Ness…why do you keep bringing up the past?” He asked, “I thought you moved on?” Maybe he was hoping she moved on, wanted her to not be stuck on him, he was nothing compared to the empire she grew. He had his own demons he had to deal with but it was a never ending battle for himself.

“Because it came back,” Nessa said as she took another bite. She wound up wrapping it back up as the question sank deeper. “I can’t let my past haunt me, so I ask questions so I can sleep at night. Soooo, if this is you’re way of saying you’ve moved on, then you know, we can be done with it and I can walk home,” She responded rather stubbornly. At this point, she wasn’t sure if she’d make it home walking but, the question stung. “I have moved on. Multiple times. Neither of them worked out as you can see. Thanks for the bloody reminder,” she huffed.

niklaus vondra.

He knew he should have kept his mouth shut but seeing her acting like this, it made him realize that they both were hurting. Just finding ways to cope differently, but almost similar. “I’m not saying it to get you feeling guilty or anything, it’s just…every time I see you intoxicated, you bring up the past. I don’t want to see you stuck in the past…as for you doing things multiple times…it just means you have shit taste in people.”

The logical side of Nessa knew two things, one, both of them were experiencing a nostalgic type of hurt and two, he was right. And even then, the drunk and incredibly stubborn side of her couldn’t see reason. “Because I’m drunk, Niklaus and the only thing I remember from us, is the past we have no present! So excuse meee for getting nostalgic but I’m not bound to the past,” She spat out. At his next comment she could feel the tears burning her eyes. It was true…but it didn’t hurt any less. She got quiet afterwards and unlinked their hands to wipe the tears that began falling. “Just drop me off here. I’ll walk. I don’t care how far I am, I’ll walk until I make it home. I’ll figure it out, I always do.”

niklaus vondra.

Nick silently cursed, the driver meeting his eyes in the review mirror, in which he shook his head as looked outside to see they were getting close to her place. “I’m not letting you walk home alone, especially at night.” He stated firmly, maybe he was stubborn but he would be stricken with worry of the idea something happening to Vanessa.

Nessa simply glared at Nick through her tears and didn’t say another word. She simply turned her body towards her own window. The drunken angry tears just kept coming and she kept sitting there stubbornly wiping them away and trying to even out her breathing. Sure, she was acting like her typical drunken primadonna self, but what he said really did hurt.

niklaus vondra.

Nick felt his high leave, and felt sobriety kicking in, in which something he wished he didn’t have to feel. But he did feel guilty for snapping at her like that, seeing her wipe away her tears stubbornly, Nick sighed as he placed all the food back into the bag and felt the car stop. He muttered thanks to the driver and go out to follow after Vanessa when he knew fully well she would tell him to leave her alone.

As soon as the car came to a stop and she heard the car doors unlock, Nessa stumbled out of the car and to her penthouse building as she continued wiping tears and stifling her sobs as she took a hold of the door. She could hear Nick’s footsteps behind her. She gripped onto the door handle mostly to hold her balance as she sobbed out loud now. “Leave me alone!” She could feel the anger rising in her chest, “It wasn’t my fault that you all pretended to love me!” She turned around, the anger and hurt apparent in her eyes as the purple stained tears continued to fall. “I’m put together again. I’m not broken. Yeah, I wanted to know why you hurt me and yet, you do it again! What did I ever do to you?!” She asked, stumbling towards him and poking at his chest. “I did nothing to you! I did nothing!!!”

niklaus vondra.

Nick held onto the food, he allowed her to lash out at him, he knew that she needed to get this off her chest. Yet he also knew, no he wanted her to hate him, maybe some part of him thinks he deserves it. He was the one to ask the questions, piss on her effort to fix things between them. So many maybes running through his head. “Did I say you were broken Vanessa? Fuck sakes, I just asked a simple question because you kept bringing up memories—which exactly what they were—memories.” His voice raising as he matched the same energy with her, Niklaus could feel those emotions he struggled to keep back, but seeing her like this…accusing him of not loving her, it pained him. “I moved on—I thought ‘oh we can be friends, it won’t hurt anyone’ but clearly we can’t even do that!”

Vanessa shook her head, "No, you said I just picked shitty people and I didn't pick to be heartbroken so many times! I never chose that, I never wanted that. You asked a simple question and I gave you a simple little answer and that was because that's all we have! We don't have anything else but memories!" She could feel her voice going hoarse from yelling, or was it from the crying, or maybe the alcohol. She couldn't remember, but all she could feel was this immense amount of anger. This is why she couldn't get drunk...she was far too vulnerable. "You can't be friends with people you hurt until you can be brave enough to face that you've hurt them and you can't even do that! You just fucking run!" She echoed right on back. She was going to make another statement until she felt her mouth water and she took a breath turned around, walked a few steps, towards the bushes, and puked.

niklaus vondra.

He was about to say something back when he saw her run off and the sound of puking made him wince. He knew that was going to kick her in the ass tomorrow. Sighing as he walked over towards her and set the bag down beside him and grabbed her hair, while rubbing her back with the other hand. “Vanessa, let me get you inside.”

All it took was emotions for her to get sick, how lovely, she thought to herself. She was just lucky enough to not have done it in front of Nick or on her outfit, at least. Even then just as she finished, she felt a hand take her hair to hold it back from it getting gross and a soothing back rub. As much as Vanessa wanted to protest stubbornly, she sighed. "Okay...fine," She said hoarsely as she lifted her head up pitifully and carefully reached over to the bag to grab a napkin to wipe her chin with a saddened look.

niklaus vondra.

He felt a small smile appear on his face at her defeat, he nodded his head and helped her up, walking them toward inside. “Okay, c’mon…”he said softly, his voice almost a whisper but deep enough, Niklaus could feel the urge to comfort her but the idea of taking advantage of her under the influence didn’t sit right with him. But he knew he wouldn’t be able too when sober. Once they reached inside, he helped her toward her bedroom, setting the bag onto the counter.

Nessa followed Nick inside, holding onto him to steady herself and keep herself from falling. It was a struggle, but she would make it there soon. It was a strange comfort knowing Nick was still there despite hurting each other’s feelings just moment ago. Once they made it inside her apartment and to her bedroom, she sprawled across the bed. “Thank you…” she muttered.

niklaus vondra.

He chuckled as he took her shoes off and nodded his head, “I wasn’t going to let you stay passed out in the streets, I’m not a complete dickhead.” He said and placed the shoes down nearby, helping her get comfortable before grabbing a trash bin and set it beside the bed. He got up to go into the kitchen to grab water and a bottle of pain meds before sitting down at the edge and pat her leg. “Okay, you should be set for the morning, garbage near you and water right on the night stand along with meds.”

Vanessa let out a rather dry chuckle and shook her head tiredly, "You could have and I wouldn't have blamed you." She watched Nick from taking off her shoes and getting the pain meds for her and water, and it didn't click to her as to why he was so nice to her, even after hurting her...even after she hurt him. She didn't say anything at first when he came back and told her the game plan, she just gazed at him, blinking slowly. She wanted to bring up the hair thing, but finally the sober part of her held her tongue in that aspect, which made the drunk part of her tear up again. She quietly nodded and curled up towards her blankets and turned away from him.

niklaus vondra.

He watched her turn away from him, a small sigh escaped his lips, he tried to say something—anything to make the matters less terrible then where they were at now. But words were said and he was at his limit from becoming a complete douche. “Feel better in the morning,” he said softly and stood up from the mattress, grabbing the food from the counter to place in the fridge.

There was a moment where part of her wanted to tell him to wait, but the other part wanted to tell him to fuck off. She was caught in between the two, but managed to softly mumble out a "thank you", as she sniffled lightly, making it clear she was still upset...but holding on strongly to her pride.

[minervacrawley]

The Wound, the Lie and the Thing you Need to Learn Part #2

This is the second part to that post: https://minervacrawley.tumblr.com/post/165976476052/the-wound-the-lie-and-the-thing-you-need-to-learn

Telling you why narrative-wise Jonsa is endgame and J*nerys is not.

It finally centers the triangle Cersei/Jaime/Brienne as well as Dany/Jon/Sansa.

Cersei’s wound is a little more complicated so let’s start with the lie she blatantly tells Sansa: „Love only your children since love makes you weak. But it is a mother’s obligation to love her children.“. This lie was formed through the losses she experienced, so her wound is losing the persons she loved, first her mother to death, than her husband to his first love and her firstborn son to death. All of it made her weak and she loathed being weak. She needs to learn that love is worth feeling weak. The death of every of her three children feeds into her lie end she is (understandably) devastated every time. Now that they are gone there’s no reason for her to ever feel weak again, since there’s nothing left that really matters to her. That’s the other lie she tells Jaime: „The only ones that matter are us.“ stemming from her wound that only her other close family (Jaime and her children) were ever truly fond of her. To overcome this she needs to embrace the truth that other peoples’ lives are valuable, too. (I think that’s, to some degree, her reason for not ordering Ser Gregor to kill Tyrion: He’s a Lannister after all and there are only a few left of them.)

The only person left with enough impact on her is Jaime, her other half. He is trying to hold her back from doing too cruel things, trying to reason with her but he fights a lost cause. Cersei is already a slave to her lie(s), resisting every attempt so convice her of the truth. She is clearly trapped in a negative character arc.

Jaime isn’t easy, too. I think his wound is being blamed his entire life for the one really heroic thing he did (aka killing the Mad King and being known Kingslayer for it). All his childhood Jaime dreamed of being a true knight and when he finally saved the lives of thousands of innocents all he earned was the disgust of the common folk and even more of the lords. (“Stark? You think the honorable Ned Stark wanted to hear my side? He judged me guilty the moment he set eyes on me. By what right does the wolf judge the lion? By what right?“) So his lie may be „No one ever wanted to hear my side. They see me as the Kingslayer so why should’t I act on this reputation?“ James sees no reason to ever behave in a honorable way. He needs to learn that it is not the opinion of others for one thing he did but the sum of all his actions that define him and there are persons that will acknowledge the truth. Over the course of the story he experiences another wound: losing his swordhand and therefore his ability to wield a sword. That forms the lie „Without my hand I’m no more the best swordsman of the Seven Kingdoms, I’m nothing.“. He needs to learn that he’s more than his abilities with the sword.

Cersei can never help him to find the truth but does the exact opposite: telling him there is no need for honorable actions, she’s never shown interest in his explanation of Aerys’ death and she abandons him after he loses his hand. She even tries to „fix“ him by giving him his golden hand, as if he is not worthy with only one hand. She frequently urges him to betray the little whats left of his belief in chivalrous behavior (planning to betray Dany and Jon). She is the personification of hies lies.

But there is a personification of his truth, too and that’s Brienne. She the first (we know) to show interest in his part of the history and believing him, she’s the one to force him to not give up life after losing his limb, she shows him he’s a man if he is the prestigious fighter or not, she forces him to actually think about his life ("You have a taste…one taste of the real world, where people have important things taken from them, and you whine and cry and quit. You sound like a bloody woman!“), she provides a possibility to be chivalrous again (the Bear and the Maiden fair) and she forces him to consider his loyalties and what’s really important in the world („Fuck loyalties!“). It is Briennes influence on Jaime that finally prompts him to leave Cersei, the lie, behind and rides off to embrace the truth. He shows through his actions that he a) considers himself useful without his swordhand and b) is willing to do the thing he perceives as honorable.

Brienne herself has to deal with her own wound, for me it’s being scorned or laughed at only for being a warrior woman that does not fulfill common beauty standards. Her lie is „There will never be someone to acknowledge the person I am or love an ugly warrior woman.“. She is sure there will be no match for her, the only man she considers worthy would have to defeat her in battle. Something not many men are able of. She vows herself to the only man that acknowledges her abilities, but even to Renly she’s only a sword (and not his preferred kind of sword). Brienne needs to learn that even for an unusual woman like her there will be someone that appreciates her whole self. The first person to show her that truth is Catelyn, treating Brienne with respect. But the most important to help her in overcoming her lie is Jaime. In the beginning he teases her, but he is the one to be be a true knight by rescuing her (something she never dreamt of to happen, herself as the damsel in distress) while praising her swordsmanship. He gives her his own sword, showing that she’s precious to him. With him she can be herself with all her singularities and not feeling odd. He is a man capable of being her equal.

Now to the Dany/Jon/Sansa relationship. Dany’s wound is growing up expelled from her home to the stories of her more and more lunatic brother, her only family left who sold her like a broodmare. Through Viserys she formed the lie that „I can only find peace if my family sits on the Iron Throne. It is means everything.“ and „Our family ruled well for centuries so we are the rightful heirs to the throne.“. She needs to learn that she can find happiness without being the queen of Westeros and that the throne is not more valuable than anything else as well as that birthright does not make a good ruler. With the love of Drogo she experiences real happiness. He could have been the one to help her overcome her first lie, but he just wanted to help her get the throne what supported her lie. Then she lost her beloved husband and their son and remained presumed barren, another wound only to strengthen her lies which adjust to: „I can only find peace when I sit on the Iron Throne. Drogo and Rhaego died for it, there’s nothing more important.“ and „I’m D*en*rys St*rmb*rn, the last dragon, mother of dragons and therefore rightful queen of the Seven Kingdoms. I’m no ordinary woman.“ That’s the mindset of a conqueror and she acts like one. In the beginning she tries to be a good ruler: she frees the slaves, wants to make the life of the simple folk better, she’s interested in her peoples’ problems, she locks her dragons away when they threaten the safety of her people and she listens to her advisors. But then something changes. Over her character arc, almost every person feeds into her lie of being the rightful queen by brith and those opposing that find an often gruesome death. All of that strengthens her belief in the lie and leads her away from the truth. She grows into the personification of entitlement to finally fully adopt her position of mother of dragons, not men.

Jon, on the other hand, suffers from the wound of growing up as a bastard. He’s constantly reminded of his status by his stepmother, his half sister and later by the men of the Nightswatch with Alliser Thorne leading the way. His Lie is „Due to my baseborn status I don’t deserve neither a lordship nor a family of my own.“. Despite that this is his heart’s desire. That’s his reason to become a member of the Nightswatch, being convinced that he will never achieve it. Jon needs to learn that it’s not your birth but your actions that make you worthy. Sounds familiar?

When you compare that to Dany you see that they are, like in so many areas, two sides of the same coin. Both of them believe that: Birth decides if you’re a good/worthy ruler. Dany on one side sees her birth as a reason why she’s going to be a worthy queen while Jon on the other side sees his birth as a reason why he does not deserve to be a ruler.

They can’t learn something from each other since they essentially believe in the same lie.

While Dany is on a path of fully embracing that lie since every defeat or win feed into it:

listening to Tyrion and not winning Castlery Rock the way she thought = defeat

listening to Tyrion and sending her allies to triumph over Kings Landing = defeat

finally embracing her position as mother of dragons and riding Drogon into battle (aka fire and blood) = win

To name a few.

She rejects the truth presented by Varys and Tyrion, two of her impact characters.

She won’t overcome her lie and fulfilling her character arc when she finally wins the war with fire and blood and sits on the Iron Throne since that would be the ultimate confirmation to it. She is head over heels into a negative character arc and resists every attempt to convince her of the truth. (Just like Cersei.)

While Dany is someone sure in every action she takes, Jon’s thinking a lot, scrutinizing everything he does. What will be the right decision?

His path is that of more and more embracing the truth. It’s the opposite. One person to show Jon the truth is Sam when he suggests Jon as the next Lord Commander and he’s actually chosen. He gets that title (and the trust of his men) due to his actions beyond the Wall. It’s not important as what kind of person he’s born but what he decides to do. He realizes that he’s groomed into his successor by Jeor the Old Bear himself. Jon even learns the bad side of that truth: If you do something your subjects does not approve you will have to bear the consequences. The betrayal by his men feed into his lie of being no good ruler. When he’s resurrected he is ready to leave his position behind but then there gallops another impact character into his life: Sansa. She’s the reason for him to finally accept his position as a leader. She pushes him into it (just like Gilly did with Sam). If he won’t accept his role and accepts being the rightful ruler of the Wildling-Northmen-army their brother will die, their home will fall and Sansa herself will be abused by Ramsay. After winning the BotB he still struggles with his position. He can’t overcome the feeling that he does not deserve to be Lord of Winterfell / King in the North. He is no real Stark so the title belongs to her. Sansa attacks this lie, telling him „You are a Stark to me!“, saying she treated him the wrong way in their childhood and insists that Winterfell’s master bedroom (symbolizing the North itself) belongs to him since he is the rightful king. Something he reached by proving that he deserves that title through his actions. What intensifies all of her actions is the fact that she was one of the reasons for the development of his wound and lie.

In some sense, Sansa is Jon’s Brienne, the personification of his truth, while Dany is his Cersei, his personification of the lie.

„Yes, but Jon is in fact no bastard but the rightful heir to the Iron Throne due to him being Rhagar’s and Lyanna’s true born son. Won’t that destroy his lie for him?“

No, since he has to overcome his lie all by himself to fulfill his character arc. Instead, I think that will only feed into his lie. He is no bastard to a honorable man but the product of a love (?) that more or less caused the death of his mother, his father, his uncle, his grandfather(s), his half-siblings, his stepmother, his grandmother and some thousands of men. He descends from a family known for their madness and lunatic rulers, just like his late grandfather. Makes everything even better for a person like Jon who is excels in feeling guilty. He will feel even more unworthy due to his actual birth. And I’dont even talk about the trauma of not being Ned Starks son, the man he idolized like a god.

„And what’s about Dany?“

Jon being revealed as true heir to the throne will attack her beliefs just like it did his. Dany has to realize that it’s not her who’s the rightful queen. She lost so much she hold dear in pursuit of her goal (her husband, her son, a lover, even her brother) and now they tell her there is someone with an even bigger claim? That’s like working your whole life for a job, sacrificing your private life, risk everything you hold dear only that your new lover gets that job… due to him being a man? I think that will be the moment for her to fully embrace her position as mother of the dragons. She will be the queen by right of conquest. No one can tell me that she would settle in being queen consort.

Finally, Sansa. She starts believing that „Who’s beautiful on the inside is beautiful on the outside, too.“  and that „I only will be happy being the wife of a real hero like the one in the songs. Just like Joffrey is.“. These lies will be crushed during season one, creating her wound of being left alone by her family with the enemy as pawn in their games. She witnesses the death of her household, the beheading of her father, the disappearance of her sister who’s maybe death. And she took part in it cause she trusted Cersei. That forms the new lies that „There are no true heroes left. No one will ever save me.“ and „The only person I can trust is myself. Every other person will betray me.“. Sansa experiences betrayal from almost every person she met: Cersei, Joffrey, the Tyrells, Dontos,  her aunt, Littlefinger, even Clegane left her alone to her inability to trust him. She needs to learn that someone does not have to look like a hero to be one and that there are persons left she can utterly trust.

There are already some metas how Jon proves to be a true hero to Sansa (beheading Janos Slynt etc.). He does not look like a hero on the outside (he’s a bastard, part of the Nightswatch with their falling reputation) but his actions make him one. He is the one to attack Ramsay, trying to save their little brother and their home and avenging herself. Theon and Brienne count as unlikely heroes, too.

But even more important, Jon is the one to restore her trust in other people. Since her father’s death there was no one not following his own agenda with her, but then comes Jon who’s only concern is her safety. Who says „We need to trust each other!“ and „I will never let him touch you again!“. He helps Sansa to overcome her lie by showing trust in her, biggest proof is him giving her the North. Jon is Sansa’s first impact character, convincing her that if there exists one person she can trust it’s him. Her trust in him is shown in her actions in season seven: „Jon is the real king.“, „The throne belongs to Jon.“. Probably Arya and Bran will help her to fully embrace the Thing she Needs to Learn.

So, that’s it. I’m sorry for some awkward sentences, I was staring at my laptop for hours but I loved the exercise.

[stillgotclaws]

“I hear the Queen has been having a sordid affair.” (*awkwardly leans in* hay)

that one meme i NOX cant find rn but obvs accepting ??

( @detancarville​ you cant even imagine how sorry i am for takin’ this long  :/ )

        the first lights of the day almost blinded her as she made her way to the kitchens, ready to prepare the porridge for her breakfast ( the cook was, she supposed, still soundly sleeping in her room ) ; her pace was calm & her posture relaxed, there was no need to be fancy at pretty much the  asscrack of dawn, where hardly someone would see her. she moved slowly, as graceful as always, but the woman was not asleep ---- even as a child, reyna had the habit of waking up from her slumber an hour or so earlier than it was necessary. she'd change her clothes & get into that horrid grey wool dress that were her workclothes & proceed to untangle her golden mane of hair and, once that was completed, she'd either braid it or use it up in a bun. today she decided for two long braids that merged into one & hanged down her back almost reaching her hips.

        the sight of the woman standing there at such an odd time of the morning certainly caught the bastard off guard & she couldn't help but grunt an annoyed greeting at her, almost immediately straightening her back & rising her chin as her mother had taught her. her moves were calculated and she remained as stoic as possible ---- truth was, she was not one known for having many friends. the comment, however, caught her attention.

        there was no sense of shame as the maid tilted her head with an interested smirk, narrowed eyes gazing at the woman for a moment before her attention fell back at the food in front of her.  so far, the rumours had seemed contained inside the castle and the bastard had begun to believe that no one else would dare to comment on the matter ---- but, alas, she was terribly wrong. the lannister inbreeding was not something unheard of ( it was no secret that lord tywin's own wife was his cousin )   & yet, the news had shocked all the seven kingdoms, splitting the lands in a harsher way than it had before.

        foul words circulated the realm, spreading like wildfire. in a way, reyna supposed cersei had it coming all along ---- the gods had been far too kind to her, in spite of her lusty sins with her own twin brother, gracing the queen with tommen & myrcella, but not without cursing her with joffrey's cruel sadism. it was not fair ---- of that she was sure ---- that such kind hearted kids would belong to the same rotten family as the regent lioness. had reyna been a religious woman, it surely would affect her work ( she had to face the queen every day, after all ) & it woud make her disgusted  but, in all honesty, the bastard  was neither superstitious nor faint hearted ; to the seven hells with the queen and her bastard children, as long as reyna had her job, she couldn't care less which rich arse sat on that bloody throne, that's what she told herself ---- & yet she did not ( under no circumstances ) feel at ease at the thought of getting caught gossiping about her queen.

        ❛ ❛  i'd watch my tongue if i were you ---- these walls, albeit made of thick, strong, stone, do have ears, and i tell you that, they are shaper than a wolf's. ❜ ❜   what a cruel joke it was ---- lord eddard stark's  head was still rotting on a spike. she said in a warning tone that meant no real harm. why would she, a poor lowborn, care if her queen fucked her brother, her cousin   &whatever other lannister man she could get her claws over ?     ❛ ❛ now,now ---- you don't have proofs, do ya ? the last one who mentioned this, a guard ---- nasty drunken stupour with greasy hands that gropped any maid he saw in front of his face ----  was caught making jokes  at night & in the following morning, his head was cut off in the hall, for everyone to see it. i'd hate to see your head off your shoulders.   ❜ ❜

[where-his-towel-is]

Rules:

1. Always post the rules. 2. Answer the questions given by the person who tagged you. 3. Write 11 questions of your own. 4. Tag 11 people.

Tagged by: @kasumi-chou @miraculous-katsukii @avocadowrites (jeez guys i love you but wow, i have alot of questions to answer, probably cuz i’m so mystERIOUS oooHHH o.O)

(if you guys are interested enough to read all of this then sure, go ahead)

--------- kas’ questions

First letter of your real name  E!

Age/birthday 2nd November (i’m 18 rn, huzzah for voting rights!)

Favourite season Autumn every time - the colours, the weather, the sweaters, firworks and bonfires on guy fawkes night, halloween... its the best ok. 

Favourite fruit Pear!

Do you have short, medium or long hair? Medium 

Hanahaki or soulmate? i didn’t know what hanahaki was until just now, so even though it sounds incredibly interesting i’m gonna have to say soulmate. (even though soumates in real life would be very very worrying)

Angst or Fluff? fluff fluffity fluff fluff! i love to squee over my babies being happy

Soundboard (help the writer with ideas) or beta (help the writer with wording/grammar)? BOTH ALWAYS, but ideas are my fave and so much fun 

Do you still have an active ff.net? If yes, link haha nope. not worth your time i’m afraid.

Would you trade one of Phichit’s hamsters to bring Vicchan back to life? i find this question personally offensive kas so i won’t answer it you cruel cruel person

Should Victor and Yuuri both wear white at their wedding? as long as its viktor in the dress i dont even care what colour it is, white is overrated anyway fuck purity man, who cares.

---------- jas’ questions

Favorite animal? catties!!! ^-^ ...and also blue whales, they always look like they’ve achieved enlightenment. 

Favorite foods! augh ok. paneer in any kind of curry, grilled halloumi burgers, prawns in any way shape or form <3 (im sorry my delicious prawny friends, i will be the death of you all)

Character you deeply relate to: Tori from the book ‘Solitaire’. i’ll always say that that book saved my life. also Pierre Bezhukov from War and Peace, it kind of scares me how many of my own flaws i see in him.

Favorite book and why: dfgjhhgasfgjdfhg all of them ok, every book ever. complete works of shakespeare, there you go. folio edition for the #aesthetic.

Favorite outfit! there’s this khaki long cardigan thing i have that i love to wear with everything. also my boots with rainbow laces!!

Most vivid and realistic dream: well lets not talk about the one i had when i was 13 and met danisnotonfire (my first crush at the time, i was but a child) and had an awkward dinner in the school canteen with him. ...oops.

Do you think of yourself as a spiritual person or not? not so much. atheism is more my jam. i do like considering how awesome the universe is though, and sometimes i feel like i believe in fate. some moments are too good to be true.

Ghosts: real or not? i wish.

Favorite movie? nausicaa of the valley of the wind for animated movies, and little women for live action films. (what can i say im all about strong ladies ok)

Favorite dessert? banoffee pie. mwah.

3 things on your bucket list: finish this bloody scott pilgrim fic; make an album; write a musical.

------------- andi muffin child’s questions

Spring or autumn? autumn! <3 (see above)

Classical music or EDM? blargh i LOVE BOTH OK, it just depends on the piece/song itself. actually i could probably write a ranty essay on how edm is the classical music of today but lets not get into that. 

Morning person or night owl? i’m writing this at 00:07. huh.

Pastel or punk? like personally? i guess i wear more punky stuff? pastel has never suited me.

Painting or singing? singING i need deM harmoNIES U KNO (but mad love and respect to all painters, you are magical beings)

Piano or violin? in the words of Carole King, “piano is my first language”.

Jeans or skirts? jeeeaaaannnsss 

Extrovert or introvert? i’m basically a rare pepe in my own school. thats how introverted i am. have u ever seen me. no u have not.

Fantasy book or non-fictional book? fantasy all the way; sorry but textbooks aint got dragons in them

Discovery channel or disney channel? discovery channel. to replenish the knowledge ive lost by not reading non fiction books.

Hair up or hair down person? i love love love having my hair down, but i usually have to shove it out of the way into a ponytail. bergh.

OK FINALLY MY QUESTIONS (i’m tired right now so these will be a bit mad ok)

1. where is wally/waldo if you’re one of those weirdos from Across The Pond?

2. favourite tv show theme tune?

3. if you could live in an AU what AU would you write for yourself?

4. which powerpuff girl are you?

5. which ship in YOI do you think needs some more lovin by the fandom?

6. how long would you last in a horror movie?

7. leopard print or tiger stripes? and which half of victuuri would you put in which clothes?

8. how much would you pay kubo-sensei for the down low on the YOI movie?

9. favourite type of sky? (e.g. sunset, cloudy sky, overcast etc)

10. why did the chicken cross the road?

11. if you could send a message to all creators with your newly acquired psychic powers, what would that message be?

Tag: @kasumi-chou @tododorky @miraculous-katsukii (sorry for tagging you right back but i just wanna know what you’d all say tbh, i’m interested) @xuan-timewrite @queenofaburiedkingdom @iceprinceofbelair @n3rdlif343va @islandsofjohnmontagu @sealofwisdom136 @katsukiyuuris @metalkiraliyany

(i hope its ok that i tagged you guys <3 tag me back in your answers to my dumb questions cuz im interested in what you all have to say)

[pwryyynce]

a moment of silence for all the innocent souls who didn't read vent0 aure0 manga and who watch anime rn not knowing what the agonizing hell is waiting for them.

i re-read some parts of it and holyyyyy shiiiiittttt i didn't understand HOW bloody and cruel is this manga when i read it the first time. it's probably the most brutal part. 

antis' ''jjb@ is for the kids" is fucking hysterical. my buddy if you think that the manga with THIS amount of gore, blood, tortures (fucking iggy vs vanilla ice scene is gonna haunt me forever), canon rape and incest, and every goddamn character dying excruciatingly is for the kids, then you need to stay away from children. it’s even aired 1:30 am and raited 17+ how the fuck is it for the kids????