#I could ramble on about this show for ages

[luvvcharxo]

so in love with you - mark grayson headcanons

warnings: fluff, smut, NSFW CONTENT!! MINORS DNI. word count: 541 summary: boyfriend!mark x fem!reader headcanons. notes: hi so this is just some tired rambling from me because i have writers block so i cant write an actual fic. sorry, hope this feeds the mark lovers. yall, the suit stays on!!

boyfriend!mark who always makes sure to bring something for his girlfriend when he's late (as usual) to a date.

boyfriend!mark who tries his best to plan the dates, but secretly likes it when you take charge.

boyfriend!mark who has you saved as his wallpaper, a picture of you in his phonecase, and has a picture of the two of you as his pfp for EVERYTHING. no one can argue with the fact that that man loves you.

boyfriend!mark who always makes time to send you a 'good morning' and 'good night' text. it doesn't matter whether he's just been beaten up, or is about to be beaten up, he will always do his best to make time for you.

boyfriend!mark who likes to show his affection subtly, like when he does the sidewalk rule or when he holds your hand when he notices you feeling anxious. he's not opposed to PDA, too.

boyfriend!mark who feels happy when you show PDA, a big smile on his face if you give him a small kiss before going to work or school, or when you hold his hand when walking together.

boyfriend!mark who likes to remember little stuff about you, whether it be that one makeup product you wanted ages ago, or the name of your first pet. he'll even remember that one person you hated years ago and talked shit about to him.

boyfriend!mark who's too scared to initiate anything physical, worried you'll reject him (even though the two of you are literally dating).

boyfriend!mark who gets flustered during the first time you have sex, but eventually gets the hang of it.

boyfriend!mark who could live between your thighs and would be the happiest man alive, eating you out for the rest of yours (and his) life.

boyfriend!mark who worries whether he'll hurt you with his viltrumite strength, but you reassure him that you'll be fine. besides, you wouldn't mind getting crushed by those muscles anyway. it would be a nice way to die.

boyfriend!mark who stares at you for a moment when you stop him from removing his suit when you two are on your bed.

boyfriend!mark who's face turns bright red when you sheepishly ask him to keep the suit on, doing your best to prevent yourself from grinding against his hard length that you can already feel poking against your thigh.

boyfriend!mark who actually enjoys it (maybe a bit too much) when you sit in his supersuit-cladded lap, the friction between your lower halves making you let out a small whimper.

boyfriend!mark who's grateful for the fact that the suit is so tight, meaning he can still feel everything you do and how you feel.

boyfriend!mark who can feel your wetness seep through the fabric when you remove your pants.

boyfriend!mark who can't help but cum in his suit when you let out the most pornographic moan he's ever heard after rubbing against his hard-on.

boyfriend!mark who doesn't cares about the clean-up (that's a problem for future him to think about) and instead flips the two of you over, a smug smile on his face, ready for round two. maybe with the suit off, this time.

extra notes: hiii im so sorry if this isnt written well. im not used to writing sexual content, but i hope this is okay. love u guys, and reblogs are very welcome!! :3

⋆ MASTERLIST

[grandmaster-paradox]

I would go so far as to say Obi-Wan was significantly closer to Cody than either Padmé or (especially) Satine?

I’m not saying he didn’t love both women as well. However, Satine always felt like she came out of left field to me - more a teen romance that remained on a pedestal and didn’t mature with age rather than his greatest love interest. And there was definitely love and respect between him and Padmé but from what I’ve seen/read I’m not sure how close they actually were? Between how short a time they actually knew each other (it’s implied in the second movie that they hadn’t seen each other in ten years and then the war happened) and their respective jobs keeping them focused on other things, they didn’t seem to have that much time to actually get to know one another, personally. Plus, Padmé a was always with Anakin when she was with a Jedi.

(Related, I’d assume there were Jedi he was closer to than either of those two (in fact, why wasn’t Ashoka on that list? He never got confirmation that she survived, did he?) so why wasn’t anyone else on that list?).

Compare that to OnI-Wan’s relationship with the clones - Commander Cody in particular but not exclusively. They lived together, they worked together, they fought and bled and died together. They learned to rely on each other and trust each other. Whether you want to look at things with ship goggles on or not, there is a bond there that would be so much stronger than anything Obi-Wan would have with either Padmé or Satine.

In fact, given the hierarchical and parental/guardian nature of his relationships with both Anakin and Qui-Gon, there’s a good argument Cody in particular was the closest Obi-Wan ever had to a long-term work partner who was his equal. Yes, he out ranked Cody as a High General, but he also out ranked very nearly everyone he worked with during the war as well (ever seen one of those scales that showed just how hilariously much Obi-Wan outranked Anakin as General of a Systems Army compared to Anakin’s single battalion?). As Marshall Commander, Cody was at the highest ranking a clone could get - so far as I can tell - and it’s obvious in the show that he has a lot of freedom and authority to work with. And also that Obi-Wan trusts and relies on him to use that authority as needed.

There’s no chance they weren’t extremely close - friends, lovers, brothers, however you want to look at it, it doesn’t really matter. The point is the bond between them, not the nature of that bond.

Clone erasure - Cody erasure - by Star Wars authors is incredibly meta in a weird way that I’m not sure how to articulate but it both depresses me and pisses me off. In-story, most of the Galaxy sees the clones as little more than a single monolith made up of millions of interchangeable parts - no single one of which is of any particular value. We, the audience, get to know individual clones as the singular entities they are - with their unique personalities, relationships, hopes, dreams, and more - so we know better. We love the clones individually. Yet somehow, many official SW authors fall into the same trap as the in-universe characters who dismiss the clones’ importance as people effecting the story rather than objects being effected and ignore their relationships to the main characters* entirely. I’m not sure what that says about these authors - I’m not sure it says anything at all - but given how the SW fandom has long cottoned on to the slave-army implications inherent with the clones very existence, being so quick to dismiss or ignore them to highlight more “important” or “unique” characters is rather disturbing.

I’m not sure where I’m going with this. This whole post is a rambling mess. I’m sorry.

* I asterisk because I see Satine more as an object affecting things than many of the clones. Even in the episode she’s in, she’s a plot device more than a person - though she was somewhat better in the ya novel. Yet somehow Satine gets to be a named character in Obi-Wan’s list of lost loved ones while no clones - better fleshed out characters within the story - are named. It’s baffling.

I've been seeing this quote from the Claudia Gray line from "Master and Apprentice" go around:

Every person Obi-Wan ever truly loved—Anakin, Satine, Padmé, and Qui-Gon himself—came to a terrible end.

And, like, okay, maybe unreliable narrator, but. Tell me you don't know any combat veterans without telling me you don't know any combat veterans.

Because after three years of war, Obi-Wan is going to truly love at least some of his men to the same level as he loves those four.

Christopher Cantwell's Obi-Wan comic gets it. Three of the five issues — which cover more than just the Clone War — show how deeply Obi-Wan cares about the clone troopers he led and served with. And, ahem, how he misses Cody to this day, to be precise.

And, if I'm allowed to get a little "conspiracy Charlie" meme, if "so it goes with my friends, it seems" refers to Anakin also trying to kill him, then Obi-Wan puts his relationship with Cody on the same level as his relationship to Anakin, ergo canonically Obi-Wan also loved Cody in his own way. QED.

[amyzworldds]

안녕~ could you write about the 14th member seventeen currently: like she decided to prank so to speak to scare the members for laughing at her and decided to be closed and serious for a while and the members were really scared. If you like this idea, then thanks in advance💕💕

Title: Maknae Mutiny

Masterlist

When Seventeen’s lively maknae yn is shut down by her exhausted members and they overlook her missing cardboard standee, she retaliates with a silent treatment, ignoring them while laughing with others. Pairing: Seventeen x 14th member Genre: Fluff, Humor, with a lil bit of angst

Seventeen had been running on fumes for weeks. Music shows, fan signs, late-night rehearsals—their comeback buzz had turned into a relentless grind, and all 14 members were begging for silence and sleep. The dorm, usually a circus of noise thanks to yn’s antics, felt like a zombie den. Hoshi had fallen asleep mid-sentence yesterday, Seungkwan’s sass was down to a mumble, and even DK’s eternal sunshine had dimmed to a flicker. They just wanted peace. But yn? yn was a different beast.

Sure, she was tired—her under-eye bags could carry groceries—but her energy was a renewable resource. She saw her exhausted members slumped on the living room couches, looking like deflated balloons, and thought, I’ve got this. I’ll cheer them up! So, after a grueling practice day, she burst into the dorm, arms flailing, voice at full volume, ready to be their human espresso shot.

“Guyss! You won’t believe what I saw on the way home!” she chirped, pacing the room like a caffeinated squirrel. “This guy on the subway was wearing socks with sandals—socks with sandals!—and I swear he was staring at me like I stole his lunch! I almost laughed so hard I fell off my seat, but then I remembered I’m an idol now, so I just smirked like a pro. Oh, and then there was this dog—huge, fluffy, looked like Mingyu oppa if he grew fur—”

Mingyu, sprawled on the couch with a pillow over his face, groaned, “Yn, please… not now…”

But she didn’t hear him, too caught up in her one-woman comedy show. “And then! Then! I saw this ad for a new ramen flavor—spicy cheese, can you imagine? We should try it! I bet it’d wake us all up! Oh, and speaking of waking up, last night I dreamed I was a superhero, but my power was turning into a giant pancake—don’t laugh, it’s serious! I was flipping through the sky—”

The members nodded tiredly, eyes glazed over. Seungcheol rubbed his temples, Jeonghan stared at the ceiling like he was praying for teleportation, and DK managed a weak, “That’s… nice, yn-ah…” Hoshi was already half-asleep, muttering, “Pancake… sky… huh?”

She kept going, oblivious. “So anyway, I was thinking we could do a tiktok where I’m the pancake superhero and you guys are, like, my syrup squad! It’d be hilarious! Imagine Woozi oppa with a syrup gun—”

“Yn,” Woozi cut in, his voice sharp and exhausted. He was slumped in an armchair, looking like he’d aged 10 years in a day. “Can you stop? Please? We’re all dead tired. We just want to rest, and your nonstop rambling isn’t helping. At all.”

The room went still. Yn blinked, mid-gesture, her mouth open. “Oh… uh…”

“He’s right,” Seungkwan mumbled, dragging himself up. “I love you, yn-ah, but I can’t hear about pancake superheroes right now. I need sleep.”

“Yeah,” Joshua added, yawning. “Maybe tomorrow, okay?”

“Quiet sounds good,” Vernon agreed, already shuffling toward his room.

One by one, the members chimed in—“Yeah, yn, too tired,” “Night, kid,” “Love the energy, but no”—and peeled off to their rooms, leaving yn standing there, deflated. Hoshi patted her head as he passed, muttering, “Funny story… tell it later…” and then he was gone too. Even Dino, her fellow maknae, just gave her a sleepy wave and disappeared.

Yn pouted, arms crossed. “Fine. Whatever. I was just trying to help,” she muttered. She’d been tired too, but she’d pushed through to lift their spirits. Now she felt like a clown who’d bombed her set. Shuffling to her room, she flopped onto her bed, still in her hoodie. “They’re just tired,” she told herself, yawning. “I said sorry last night when I bumped into Jeonghan oppa on my way out… they’ll say sorry tomorrow. We’re cool.” With that, she conked out, dreaming of pancake revenge.

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Morning came, and the dorm buzzed with renewed energy. The members were back to their loud selves—DK belting a random ballad in the shower, Mingyu clanging pots in the kitchen, Seungkwan arguing with Vernon over cereal brands. Yn stumbled out, expecting a chorus of “Sorry, yn-ah!” and maybe a hug or two. Instead, they acted like nothing happened.

“Morning, yn!” Seungcheol called, sipping coffee. “You sleep okay?”

“Uh… yeah,” she said, waiting. No apology. Nothing.

“Pancakes today!” Mingyu announced, flipping one in the air. “Want some?”

She stared at him. “Sure,” she mumbled, but her pout deepened. No “sorry” from him either? Hoshi bounded in, stealing a pancake bite, and grinned at her. “Hey, you’re quiet today! No subway stories?”

“Nope,” she said flatly, glaring. Still no apology. The day dragged on—practice, lunch, more practice—and not one member acknowledged last night. By nightfall, yn was fuming. They want quiet? Oh, I’ll give them quiet. Dead serious quiet. Revenge quiet.

She stormed to the front door, where her life-sized cardboard cutout from a recent photoshoot stood guard. “You’re coming with me,” she muttered, dragging it to her room. Slamming the door, she plopped it by her bed and hatched her plan. “They think I’m too loud? Fine. I’ll be so serious they’ll beg me to laugh. I won’t crack—not a giggle, not a smirk. My soul might die laughing inside, but my face? Stone.” She cackled internally, imagining their freaked-out faces, then spent the night in front of her mirror, practicing her “serious idol” stare—lips tight, eyes piercing, zero nonsense.

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The next morning, the dorm was a graveyard. No blasting audios from yn’s room, no off-key singing, no clattering pans as she danced around the kitchen making breakfast. The members shuffled out, bleary-eyed, expecting chaos. Instead, they found… nothing. Yn emerged from her room, pancake plate in hand—one pancake, just for her. She sat at the table, eating silently, staring straight ahead.

“Uh… morning, yn-ah,” DK tried, flashing his sunshine smile. “No music today?”

She chewed, swallowed, and looked at him dead-on. “No.” Her voice was flat, her face a mask. DK blinked, unnerved.

At practice, it got weirder. Yn was a ghost—quiet, focused, no chatter. Hoshi, desperate to break the tension, tried his usual antics. “Hey, yn-ah, watch this!” He did a goofy tiger impression, complete with a roar and claw hands. Normally, she’d be rolling on the floor. This time? She turned, stared at him with a blank, serious gaze, and said, “Cool.” Hoshi shivered, whispering to Dino, “She’s scaring me, man. That’s not normal.”

“She’s not even rolling her eyes,” Dino hissed back. “She always rolls her eyes when she’s mad! This is… worse.”

Seungkwan tried next, sidling up with a grin. “Yn-ah, I saw this hilarious meme—guy trips into a fountain, total disaster. Funny, right?”

She fixed him with a deadpan stare. “Sure.” No laugh, no snort, nothing. Seungkwan gulped. “Uh… okay, never mind.”

Even Jeonghan, the master of chaos, couldn’t crack her. “Yn-ie,” he cooed, leaning in with his sly smile, “you’re so quiet today. Did Hoshi eat your snacks again?”

“No,” she said, voice monotone, eyes boring into him. “I’m fine.” Jeonghan froze, then backed away, muttering, “That’s… terrifying.”

By lunchtime, the members were whispering in a huddle. “She’s not mad—she’d be yelling if she was,” Joshua said, frowning. “She’s just… serious. It’s creepy.”

That night, yb sat in her room, smirking internally as she ate gummy worms—alone. Her cardboard cutout loomed in the corner, a silent ally in her war of quiet. She heard the members outside, their voices hushed and panicked—“She didn’t laugh at my joke!” “She stared at me like I was a ghost!”—and fought the urge to cackle. They want quiet? They’ve got it. Let’s see how long they last.

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The days dragged on, and yn’s “serious mode” had morphed into a full-blown vendetta. Seventeen dorm, once a chaotic symphony of laughter and YN’s wild energy, was now a haunted house of awkward silence. She’d doubled down on her quiet revenge, and it was working—too well. The members tiptoed around her, whispering theories, while yn stewed in her room, her fury fueled by one glaring fact: no one had noticed her missing cardboard standee. That thing had been grinning by the front door for months—her self-proclaimed “dorm guardian”—and now it was gone, tucked away in her room, and not a single member had said a word. “They don’t even care,” she muttered to herself, glaring at her reflection. “Fine. They won’t notice me either. I’m a ghost now.”

Her plan was simple but savage: no eye contact, no talking, total isolation. She’d hide in her room forever, emerging only for practice, where she’d be a silent, creepy shell of her usual self. At rehearsals, she moved like a robot—perfect steps, zero chatter.

Back at the dorm, she’d bolt to her room the second they arrived, locking the door before anyone could blink. “Yn-ah, wait—” Seungcheol tried once, but the click of her lock cut him off. She’d sit inside, eating snacks she’d hoarded (no sharing this time), talking to herself in a furious whisper. “They don’t even miss my standee! It’s been weeks! That thing smiled at them every day—welcomed them home—and they’re just like, ‘Oh, cool, whatever.’ Useless members! And still no sorry? Wow, I’m invisible now, huh? Well, good! I’ll stay invisible!”

Weeks passed, and the members were losing it. The dorm felt cursed. No morning chaos—no yn blasting random songs, no kitchen dance parties while she burned toast for everyone. She’d emerge for meals, grab her plate, and vanish, all without a word or glance. At practice, she was a silent specter, her deadpan stare chilling the room. Hoshi tried cracking a joke—“Hey, yn-ah, I tripped over Mingyu’s shoe today, total tiger fail!”—and she just looked at him, unblinking, like he was a stranger. He yelped, hiding behind DK. “She’s possessed! That’s not her!”

“She’s creeping me out,” Seungkwan whispered, clutching Jeonghan’s arm. “She didn’t even laugh when I spilled water on Vernon yesterday. She just… stared. Like a serial killer!”

“Maybe she’s mad?” Joshua ventured, frowning. “But why? We didn’t do anything… right?”

“Last week was rough,” Woozi muttered, guilt gnawing at him. “I snapped at her about the rambling. We all kinda piled on. But she’s been quiet for weeks. This is next-level.”

Hoshi, ever the drama king, paced the living room, hands flailing. “Guys, hear me out—what if she’s been kidnapped? Like, the real yn’s gone, and this is a fake yn! Think about it! She’s too quiet, too serious—it’s not natural! Maybe aliens swapped her, or someone has her locked in a basement, and this is a robot clone!”

“Hoshi, calm down,” Seungcheol groaned, rubbing his temples. “She’s not kidnapped. She’s just… mad. Really mad.”

“Then why won’t she yell at us?!” Hoshi wailed. “She’s not even rolling her eyes! She always rolls her eyes when she’s mad! This is worse—she’s like a ghost haunting us!”

“I miss her yelling,” DK admitted, pouting. “She didn’t even react when I sang off-key yesterday. Just… stared. I almost cried.”

Theories flew—Jeonghan suggested she was pranking them, Vernon guessed she’d joined a silent cult, and Seungkwan swore she was plotting their demise. But no one could crack it. Yn’s silence was a weapon, and she wielded it like a pro, all while seething in her room. “They don’t deserve my noise,” she muttered, munching gummy worms. “Or my standee. Or me. Let’s see how long they last without their sunshine maknae.”

Then, one fateful evening, Dino stumbled into the breakthrough. He was shuffling through the dorm, half-asleep, looking for his lost sock by the front door. “Where’s that stupid—huh?” He paused, blinking at the empty spot where yn’s cardboard standee used to stand. “Wait… where’s her cutout thingy?” He turned, wide-eyed, to the members sprawled in the living room. “Hyung… her standee’s gone!”

Thirteen heads snapped toward him. Silence. Then chaos.

“What do you mean, gone?!” Seungcheol barked, jumping up.

“It’s not there!” Dino flailed, pointing. “It’s been by the door forever, and now it’s… not!”

“Oh no,” Jeonghan breathed, eyes widening. “She took it. That’s why she’s mad!”

“She’s been mad for weeks, and we didn’t notice that?!” Mingyu yelped, clutching his hair. “We’re the worst, ever!”

Hoshi gasped, clutching DK. “See?! I told you! The real yn’s gone, and this is proof! The standee was her soul, and now it’s missing, and we’re stuck with a fake—”

“Shut up, Hoshi,” Woozi snapped, but his voice wavered. “She’s not kidnapped. She’s just… really, really pissed. And we missed it.”

Seungkwan groaned, collapsing onto the couch. “We didn’t even notice her standee was gone? That thing’s been staring at us for months! No wonder she’s haunting us!”

“What do we do?” Vernon asked, looking spooked. “She’s not talking, not laughing—she’s like a statue. I’m scared to knock on her door.”

“We’ve gotta fix this,” Seungcheol said, pacing. “She’s mad about last time and the standee. We’ve been idiots.”

Inside her room, YN smirked, overhearing their panic through the thin walls. “Finally,” she whispered to herself, patting her hidden standee. “They noticed. Too late. Silent yn stays.” She popped another gummy worm in her mouth, plotting her next move, while the members outside scrambled like headless chickens, terrified of their own maknae.

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The practice room had become a bizarre battleground. After weeks of yn’s eerie silence—her deadpan stares and locked-door standoffs—the members were on edge, jumping at shadows and whispering theories about her missing standee. They’d hoped practice would be a reset, a chance to figure out how to crack her icy facade. But when they walked in, they were hit with a twist that left them reeling.

Yn was laughing. Full-on, belly-clutching, snorting laughter, chatting up the backup dancers like she’d never been mad a day in her life. “No, seriously!” she cackled, leaning on one dancer’s shoulder. “He tripped over his own feet mid-spin—thought he was gonna take out the whole line! I couldn’t breathe!” The dancers roared, one clapping her on the back as she doubled over, wiping tears. She looked like the old yn—wild, loud, unstoppable. But here’s the kicker: she wasn’t talking to them. Not a word, not a glance. She danced around the members like they were invisible, her giggles reserved for everyone but her members.

The members stood frozen, mid-stretch, jaws dropped. “What… is happening?” Minghao whispered, clutching Wonwoo’s arm. “She was a statue yesterday—now she’s laughing? With the dancers?!”

“Maybe she’s over it?” Joshua said, hopeful, though his voice shook. “She’s back to normal, right?”

“Normal for them, not us,”Woozi muttered, eyes narrowing. “She’s still ignoring us. Look—she won’t even turn this way.”

Hoshi shivered, hugging himself. “It’s like she’s possessed again! Happy with everyone else, but we’re ghosts to her! I’m telling you, the standee’s cursed us!”

Jun, ever the optimist, saw an opening. “Nah, she’s fine now! See? Laughing, talking—she’s good! I’ll fix this.” He plastered on a grin, letting out a loud, exaggerated laugh—“HA! HA! HA! That’s hilarious, yn-ah!”—and strutted toward her and the dancers, arms open like he was joining the party.

The room went dead silent. Yn stopped mid-laugh, her face snapping into that blank, serious mask faster than a light switch. The dancers froze, awkward, as she straightened up, brushed past Jun without a glance, and marched to the far corner where one of their managers sat scrolling his phone. “Hey, manager nim!” shechirped, plopping beside him. “You should’ve seen this one time Hoshi oppa tried to do a flip and landed on his face— funniest thing ever!” She cackled again, leaning into the manager as he chuckled, oblivious to the stunned members behind her.

Jun stood there, mid-laugh, arms still outstretched, looking like a rejected comedian. “Uh… what just happened?” he squeaked, turning to the others.

“She shut down the second you got close,” Jeonghan said, smirking despite the tension. “That’s some next-level avoidance.”

“She’s laughing with the manager now?!” Mingyu yelped, clutching his hair. “She won’t even look at us, but she’s cracking up over there? This is torture!”

Seungcheol rubbed his temples, groaning. “She’s doing this on purpose. She’s fine with everyone else—just not us. We’re screwed.”

The members huddled, whispering like spooked detectives. “She’s playing us,” Vernon said, wide-eyed. “Happy yn for them, ghost yn for us. It’s creepy as hell.”

“I miss her yelling at me,” Dino muttered, pouting. “She didn’t even react when I tripped earlier. Just… stared.”

Across the room, the manager—Manager Kim, a chill guy who’d seen it all—noticed yn’s selective chatter. “Hey, yn-ah,” he said, still chuckling, “what’s up with you and the boys? You’re all buddy-buddy with me and the dancers, but you’re acting like the members don’t exist. What’s the deal?”

Yn crossed her arms, puffing her cheeks like a kid tattling on her siblings. “They’re jerks! Weeks ago, I was trying to cheer them up ‘cause they were all tired and grumpy, telling funny stories and stuff, and they just shut me down! Woozi oppa said my rambling wasn’t helping, and then they all ganged up—‘We’re tired, yn,’ ‘Go away, yn’—and left me standing there like an idiot! I said sorry that night, but they never said it back! And then—get this—they didn’t even notice my standee was gone! That thing’s been by the door for months, smiling sweetly at them, and they didn’t care it’s missing! So, fine, they want quiet? They don’t notice me? I’m done with them!”

Manager Kim threw his head back, laughing so hard he nearly dropped his phone. “Oh, that’s gold! You’re giving them the silent treatment and the standee treatment? They deserve it, kid. Keep ‘em sweating—they’ll crack eventually.”

“Exactly!” Yn grinned, smug. “They don’t get my sunshine ‘til they grovel.”

The members, eavesdropping from across the room, paled. “She told him everything,” Seungkwan hissed. “And he’s on her side?!”

“We’re doomed,” Joshua whispered. “She’s got backup now.”

DK, the group’s emotional glue, couldn’t take it anymore. “I can’t do this!” he wailed, breaking from the huddle. He bolted across the room, dropped to his knees in front of yn, and fake-cried into his hands. “Yn-ah, I’m so sorry! We were jerks—we didn’t mean it! I miss you so much—your laugh, your chaos, your stupid standee! Please forgive us!”

Yn blinked down at him, her serious mask flickering but holding. Manager Kim snorted, pulling out his phone to record. “This is going on the company group chat,” he muttered, grinning.

DK’s dramatics broke the dam. Hoshi dove in next, sliding on his knees beside DK. “Yn-ie, I’m sorry! I miss your yelling when I mess up choreo! I even miss your creepy standee staring at me! Don’t hate us!”

Mingyu joined, flopping onto the floor. “I’m sorry I didn’t notice the standee! I’m terrible—forgive me! I’ll cook you pancakes every day!”

One by one, they piled on. Dino knelt, clasping his hands. “I’m sorry, yn-ah! You’re my maknae twin—I can’t live like this!” Seungkwan wailed, “I miss your sass—please talk to me!” Even Woozi, grumbling, shuffled over and muttered, “Sorry I snapped. You were just… loud. I was tired. My bad.”

Seungcheol, last to cave, sighed and knelt too. “We’re sorry, yn. We were idiots. We miss you—and yeah, the standee too. Come back to us.”

The practice room was a circus—13 grown men on their knees, fake-sobbing and pleading, while the dancers snickered and Manager Kim filmed, cackling, “This is blackmail material for years!” yn sat there, arms crossed, fighting a smirk. Inside, her soul was howling with laughter—they looked ridiculous, and she’d won. But her face? Still serious.

“Yn-ah, please!” DK begged, grabbing her hand. “We’ll put the standee back! We’ll worship it! Just stop this creepy silent thing!”

She stared at him, then at the pile of groveling members, and finally cracked a tiny, smug grin. “Fine,” she said, voice flat but eyes twinkling. “But the standee’s staying in my room ‘til I say so. And you’re all on probation. One more slip, and I’m quiet again.”

“Yes, ma’am!” they chorused, scrambling up, relieved but still spooked.

Manager Kim pocketed his phone, grinning. “Good job, yn. You’ve got ‘em trained now.”

As practice resumed, the members kept sneaking glances at her, half-expecting another silent ambush. Yn laughed with the dancers again, tossing a casual, “Nice try,” over her shoulder. The war was over—for now—but the dorm’s chaos queen had proven she could rule with silence as much as noise.

[assassin-artist]

okay, I'll post what I've got for Sindra now. Plus an alternate version for if she were a Viltrumite herself (: lore rambling below the cut

Calling her species 'Vottan'. They're a healer-based society of people with hollow bones, it makes them very fast but also very fragile. Big culture based around worshipping life and birth, which is why being a healer is such a high position of authority. Most Vottan become healers, but only a rare percentage of the people are born with healing magic. Sindra, having been born with the gift, was raised in something like a monastery to become a healer from a young age. They take a vow of silence when they reach adulthood, which is the same time they get their markings that deign them a full-fledged healer (the diamond on Sindra's forehead).

Their healer culture is very judgment free, i think. They believe that it's not their place to judge whether an individual 'deserves' to live or die for what they've done, only that if they are capable of healing, then they will heal. Their fragile physiology combined with their willingness to medically aid anyone who comes their way made it very easy for Viltrum to take their home planet and subjugate the people. Most healers are left to their own devices, but the rare few that are born with the gift of magic in their veins are taken to be personal Viltrumite healers on the Viltrum warships. Vottan lifespans on average are longer than humans, roughly expecting to live to ~150 years before dying of complications due to old age. However, those born with magic have a significantly increased life expectancy, expected to live somewhere around ~2,000 years before old age.

Taking inspiration from hummingbirds here when I say that I don't think they sleep at all - instead they go into a state of dormancy every few hours where their heart rate and metabolism is slowed significantly to conserve energy for a while.

hm.... that's all the lore for her species i've thought up at this point. Let me know if you have any questions (: Now I talk a little bit about her personal story..

I made her mainly to be a Conquest ship, because I like the idea of the big scary strong man having a fragile partner. Her people being subjugated by Viltrum was just the convenient excuse so I could say Sindra and Conquest have known each other for years before the events of Invincible even happen. I don't have a set age for her but I'm thinking at least over a century by now, so they've been buddies for around 50 years or so. Maybe. I'll do the math some other time, I'm just vibing rn. Conquest still doesn't get someone to talk to because his companion is silent, but, despite her inherent fragility and Conquest's inherent overwhelming strength, she has never been all that afraid of him. I think a species that worships life would have a more accepting view of death as well - it's to be avoided if possible, but not something you should fear and dread. Plus, I've talked before on my blog about how I don't think Conquest would actually struggle to be gentle, so I think it wouldn't be that difficult for them to become close. In fact, I dare say I think Conquest would be gentler with her than any of the other Viltrumites would be... i rotate them in my head. my silly aliens

I like the idea that she eventually finds her way to Earth before season 1 begins, but I don't really have a reason for why she left the Viltrumites just yet. Maaaaybe someone lost their cool and attacked her for whatever reason and she just flew away, never looking back? I'm not sure, I'll have to think more on that. I just like imagining her on Earth trying to learn how to get along with humans and interacting with the main cast of the show.. She really just goes where she's told to go and heals anyone she comes across, so she would be a great find for the GDA. I think she would really like Damien Darkblood (:

I think she would eventually break her vow of silence and begin speaking again, but I'm just not sure if it's while with the Viltrumites (her first words would be to Conquest for sure) or while she's on Earth...

that's all the rambling i have off the top of my head. im sure i'll have more soon enough o7

[avaredava]

Ate out!

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Master list

⯌Sum

Megumi eating you out! (Aged up!)

⯌ Wc

⯌ Warnings

Oral (fem!receiving), alcohol (reader is drunk), Megumi got SUPER mad at Yuji, some thigh grinding, clit stim

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Megumi Fushiguro

One thing about Megumi Fushiguro is that he is one shy boy. Your poor boy is even too shy to hold your hand in public. One thing that fully changed his beliefs and personality for a split second.

You, his favourite girl, his love of his life, flirting with Yuji Itadori, his fucking best friend.

A bunch of Jujustu sorcerers came together after high school, since most of you still work at or for jujustu high and the society. A bunch you went to the bar. You're boyfriend Megumi, Nobara, and Yuji.

Soon enough you were drunk and it wasn't full on flirting but your hand on Yuji's chest was enough to set Megumi off. He grabbed Yuji by his collar and shook him.

"What the fuck are you try to attempt Itadori?! Do with my lady?" he slams him against the bar counter. "Man, I'm sorry!" He seems more scared than sorry. You're a bit scared yourself, he's more calm and collected seeing him like this is kinda scary.

Since your drunk and your an emotional girl anyway it just made it worse. The scariness in his eyes made some tears roll down your face. Your tight red dress that he bought that you're playing with, drunkenly like a child.

When Megumi heard a sniffle coming from your direction, his head snapped back dropping Yuji against the counter. He scurried over to you holding your cheeks.

"We weren't flirting, w-well I wasn't, maybe he was i-i'm sorry." You drunkenly ramble to him as some tears roll down your face. He hugs you close others watch and he gives a death glare and they look away quickly.

"I know you would never cheat me baby." He coos in your ear. "I was worried about Yuji, not you. You're my good girl..." He rubs your back kissing your forehead.

He brings you back to his apartment kissing your hair. "I'm sorry for scaring you baby." He says in his still face yet the emotion in his eyes showed sympathy.

He bounced you like a baby on his lap since you were so out of it and drunk but unfortunately that bouncing was making you grind pleasurably on his thigh causing you to whine out.

It took him a second to realize he was rubbing your clit with his thigh. But you to drunk to think straight so you sat there and whined tears pricking at your eyes.

He rubbed your cheek kissing your forehead. "Aw baby... it's okay, I got you." He cooed in your ear petting your hair. "Such a sweet girl."

He dipped his hand into your panties and and rubbed your clit while petting your hair, kissing your forehead.

The ache in your cunt was intense. Almost painful you needed him so bad. "I know it hurts, baby... I know."

He lays you in the bed kissing your head. He takes off your shirt letting your perky breasts free from your tight shirt. He slowly takes off your pants kissing down your body.

He throws your clothes to the floor leaving you in just your panties. He kisses the pubic area. He takes off the lacy panties not ripping because they are his favourite panties on you so he leaves you naked.

He gives your slit little kitten licks making your legs twitch. He rubbed your thighs because you were practically like an adult child right now. All he could think about was taking care of his sweet girl.

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You sat there sprawled out drooling with tears. But he thought it was so hot, he couldn't get over how good you tasted. He did slow licks savouring your juices.

He slowly licked up to your clit with his eyes squeezed shut with his own sort of pleasure as he sucked on your clit.

It made you squirt so quick. Just the way he enjoyed himself and took his time just made it so pleasurable.

He lapped up your juices and went up your body and kissed your lips, you can taste yourself on him but your too tired and drunk to do anything.

As soon as he pulled the blankets up and held you, you fell asleep. His sweet girl.

A/N: Gr I don't know how I feel about this 😭

[isa-moon-man]

I think the fact that all of my Twisted Wonderland OCs are based on Sofia the First characters says a lot about me.

[yourlocalguardian]

Yknow I know lot of people think the young therians mainly on tiktok who make masks and do a lot of quadrobics and wear their gear in public are cringe but like. As a bit older kinnie I remember how strong my instincts were when I was that age, how often and how strongly I had mental shifts, and the mental torture I went through my whole young life before I found out that there were other people like me because I felt like I was some sort of freak and didnt understand why I couldn’t just stop feeling the ways I did

Even if you think it’s cringe I know if I had had that community and that ability to engage with my creature-self at that age I would have felt so much better in myself, I wouldn’t have had the deep set self hatred I did for many years, and I think that’s extremely important. It’s extremely important that we don’t let the young members of our community experience that same pain that I and I’m sure others like me have felt

Also friendly reminder too that cringe culture is fucking stupid, if you’re not hurting yourself or anyone else you shouldn’t be shunned for doing what makes you happy. And that means you, person reading this, shouldn’t be the one to make them feel like they should be ashamed. If you feel like it’s cringe keep that to yourself and maybe do some self reflection on why you would think people doing a harmless activity that makes them happy would somehow be wrong. Cringing is a reflex, but that doesn’t mean you have to act upon it.

Additionally if you’re one of those people that’s against them because “they’re making us look bad”/“people won’t take us seriously because of them”. If people won’t accept us in the full extent of who we are then they would never be accepting of us in the first place. Acception when only in a watered down form is not true acception at all. 

[affluent-havoc]

Ranking the Trio based on how they'd potentially parent

Makoto - He definitely has the most in regards of handling kids. I doubt he just sat their and did nothing while Komaru was growing up. Not that he'd be able to do TOO much since Makoto and Komaru aren't that far in age, but I feel he would have had the opportunity to observe and learn that way. Being an older sibling as well lends him to have a bit more experience with caring for those younger than him. Thus, I can see Makoto being pretty good at this. Or well, he'd say it's average but this guy can't help but undersell himself like that. Feel he'd be a good, classic dad.

Byakuya - Yeah. He has absolutely nothing. Or does he...??? OoOoOo! After all, there could be a SLIVER of chance though that he was educated in how to care for kids due to the fact that he's the heir. He's gotta make a ton of them. Buuuuuut, he could just, give the kids off to the maids or butlers something. So yeah. Circles back around to nope. He's got nothing. The added part is that he was the youngest in his family too, specifically in the competition though still the youngest there. Thus, he'd probably have a lot to learn before he can start potentially raising the kid.

Kyoko - Like Byakuya, she probably has minimal experience due to both her personality and how she was raised. However, unlike Byakuya, she doesn't have the "she might have learned at least something about childcare due to rich boy" excuse that might give her a change of having prior knowledge on kids. She legit has nothing. However, unlike him, I feel she'd be quicker to learn and, in adulthood, understand kids more than he does though both of them would be in a bit of a learning curve together regardless. Byakuya's just going to take more time and be petty with the fact that Kyoko and Makoto are excelling at this child care stuff more than him.

In regards on how I feel the three would work together in a parenting scenario (either the three are a thing or they're all just helping out), I feel they'd work good together! They'd really be able to cultivate a well rounded child with their differing approaches and ways of handling a child. Feel Makoto would be good with giving the kid a good sense or morality, Byakuya would ensure the kid knows their worth and can be proud of their achievements, Kyoko can teach the kid good critical thinking skills, and that's just scratching the surface of the possibilities! The trio would also be able to help each other out if the other's not as well versed with a certain task. For example, I feel Byakuya would have trouble changing the baby. There's also the mix of just general parenting troubles they'd face along the way. Furthermore, some other general thoughts I have on this concept is Hiro would be such a goofy uncle. He gives such good weird uncle energy. The kind of uncle one would wanna hang out with for sure and hear crazy stories from. Maybe a few conspiracy theories might be told as well though I'm sure the kid could eventually snuff out the truth eventually, no matter if one, two or all of the trio are parenting the kid. All three of them are smart in their own ways, that's for sure! Moreover, I feel Hina would be a cool ass aunt, definitely trying to get the kid into swimming and being nice to have donuts around every time they visit. Feel she'd also just be really fun to be around (she IS the older sibling in her own family too), the type of aunt who'd spill embarrassing stuff the trio might of done as in their youth. Feel Toko would also have good aunt potential too in a different way than Hina. She'd be the type one would get good book recommendations from. Also, while Hiro and Hina are more high energy, Toko's a lot more reserved so visits with her would be a lot less chaotic and more of an opportunity for learning for the kid whenever they're around. (Syo can supply any chaos anyway) Not saying Toko can't be fun to be around on her own! Feel she'd definitely say some memorable things around the kid, maybe roasting Hiro behind his back which would be humorous. Additionally, feel Toko would underestimate her ability regards to being around kids. Like, she'd think she wasn't doing as good as she was or just have those seeds of doubt in her about it. She has good potential to be just as cool of an aunt as Hina though, Komaru too which one can't forget her! Feel Komaru would be around when Toko is too so Toko isn't just doing it all alone, she's got some help with Komaru in terms of the kid and their potential visits. Also, no clue how to squeeze this in but I just have that weird gut feeling that Komaru would bring the kid to the zoo or the park or just some form of outing. I just feel she would.

[morrigan-sims]

Btw, if you ever see me post about a book/movie/game/ANYTHING, that is an open invitation to talk to me about it. Tell me your opinions, talk to me about your builds and characters for video games, scream at me about good or bad scenes in books, shows, or movies. (Or if there’s a book/movie/game/whatever that you think I’d like, TELL ME. Please give me recs.) There is nothing in the world I love more than talking about media of any kind (except for talking about my OCs but I know that’s a harder ask.)

Also, PLEASE tell me about your dnd characters. Make them in the sims and tag me in the post. Infodump and tag me. Infodump in my DMs. Ask for my Discord and message me there. I mean it. I am on my knees BEGGING for people to talk to me about not just things I love, but things YOU love.

Send me an ask (anon is ALWAYS on), a DM, ask for my Discord, anything. I swear on everything I hold dear that asks or DMs are never w bother. (/gen)

I’m always down to discuss plot, characters, mechanics, worldbuilding, any of it. TTRPGs/CRPGs and sci-fi/fantasy books + movies are the center of my wheelhouse, but honestly I just love having in-depth discussions about things. (Oh and I could (and have, much to my friends and family’s dismay) talk for HOURS about Black Sails.)

[mc-tummy-blur]

Didn't expect the year of our Lord 2025 to get into Alan Rickman, but I guess that's how it goes sometimes

The year of getting into an actor that so far I have only seen portray maladjusted men

[arcandoria]

Lucanis being demiace really gives me hope that eventually Bioware will include a fully asexual romance in their games 🙏🏽

[malachitezmeyka]

Our family gatherings always end the same damn way...

[fixationrambles37]

No matter how many times I rewatch Lone Star, I will always be crying at the Tarlos Wedding.

[melandrops]

i hope none of you are expecting normalcy when arcane s2 drops

[swinging-stars-from-satellites]

why does everything have to be a hecking issue with my sister

[exoticuwuz]

so im watching that one AG episode with that Whiscash right???

and like Ash fails at it and the old guy who is like the fishing god for some reason says like: no one can be a pro in a day or smth like that

MAX PULLED UP AND DID GOOD AND THAT OLD MAN WAS LIKE: IT TOOK ME YEARS, WHY DID IT ONLY TAKE THIS KID A DAY???

new headcanon: max is secretly good at everything he just doesn't know it yet because he's a kid but also because bro is a damn know-it-all who only thinks he's good with pokemon stuff