#I need new content every time I refresh or I will die

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Aggressively following as many blogs as I can in this fandom because there’s not enough regularly produced content to satisfy my horrid gremlin brain

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Remember when steven universe songs would be leaked like a year before the ep with it would come out

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Undeniably His: Vampire Jeongin x Reader

Inspired by this post from @cbini, I started thinking about what sex would be like with your boyfriend I.N. the first time after he turns into a vampire with his new overly heightened senses. Content: Smut, Angst Warnings: Mentions of death, established relationship, kissing, blood-drinking, marking, hair-pulling, oral f! receiving, oral m! receiving, unprotected sex (but it doesn’t matter bc vampires can’t get humans pregnant), p in v sex, overstimulation   WC: 2600 

You had been dating Jeongin for a little over two years when the accident happened. A freak incident had sent your boyfriend over a bridge in a car accident that killed five people; he was the only survivor, pulled from the water in some freak miracle. Not a scratch on him. Physically, he was fine, but that was when he started experiencing other symptoms. Violent impulses. Weird cravings.  Heightened senses.  When he started getting sick you were beside yourself with worry. You had almost lost him once, you could not do it again. You had stuck by his side throughout the entire accident, through his grief, and of course, through the sickness. Your questions were answered when he was approached by the creature that turned him, telling him the truth of that night. That Jeongin needs to feed or he will die. That he was a vampire. 

Jeongin was overstruck with guilt and grief. He wouldn’t feed, he decided, he couldn’t kill another human being. This was much to your dismay, as this would mean that you would both lose your boyfriend and bestfriend. His mother would lose a son. The community would have to suffer through yet another loss after the accident. 

Jeongin fed against his own will. His behavior and attitude had changed over the course of his illness, and he had gotten into a petty fight. He didn’t even know the guy's name, but when Jeongin was pushed, weak and frail, something snapped. His fangs embedded into the man’s skin and he bled him dry. He didn’t even tell you after; you had read in the local news of a man that was exsanguinated, mysteriously in the night and you knew what your boyfriend had done. Immediately the mystery sickness went away but he could no longer bring himself to face you or his family, despite your protests and pleas to let you help him.

It was a long and grueling journey, convincing Jeongin to get back together with you. He wouldn’t even let you be ‘just friends,’ or even in your presence until he could learn to control his bloodlust. After several months he started going back to school again, despite the university putting him on academic probation; they gave him time to process his supposed PTSD from the accident. It was soon after he finally started answering your texts. 

Slowly, your boyfriend let you back into his life. He was the same man as he was before the accident, but he was different, in some ways. He had alarming self-control, for one. He was more sure of himself. The way he carried himself was strong and powerful, not to be messed with. He had built up a wall, one you had intended to help him tear down piece by piece. 

It wasn’t that he didn’t love you on your break, he had told you. It was the fact that he had loved you, and with his heightened senses he was scared that he wouldn’t be able to control himself around you. Just your smell, it drove him insane, he confessed. He explained to you that you were like a drug, and every way he wanted and needed you before he transformed, grew tenfold and consumed him. With his time away he grew satiated and more confident that he could control himself, never going as far to kill another human when he fed. 

Tonight was the night you finally convinced him to stay over in your dorm. 

It was refreshing. It was familiar. It was a little strange that your boyfriend’s familiar warmth was gone, but you were happy to be in his presence again. Because in those few months that he took to try to navigate his new identity, you never stopped loving him. It took him some convincing, but you let him know that you would love both the old Jeongin and the new Jeongin. Tonight, as you watch a comfort movie in his arms you’re encapsulated in the embrace of his non-beating heart. One that, according to him, loves you deeper and more intensely than the old one had capacity for. 

You kiss him. It’s hesitant, it’s soft, it contains so many emotions. He’s wiping away a tear that you didn’t know had slipped as he kisses you deeper. Your hands tug through his hair just the way he likes, and he’s out of breath so suddenly, He’s breathing hard, his chest evident of the laborious task that kissing you is. When your tongue dips into his mouth he moans into you. You feel a soft prick against your lips and then Jeongin is across the room, apart from you as if your skin had set him ablaze. His eyes are wide and he looks frantic, a hand on his chest as if to stop his heart from beating so fast though you both know that’s not the case. When your hand reaches your mouth to investigate, you see exactly what your boyfriend was so afraid of. Your blood. In the midst of your makeout session, he had accidentally pricked your lip with his fang, drawing blood. Not a lot, but enough to freak him out, evidently. 

“I–I’m so sorry,” he whispers. His voice trembles. 

You cross the room and meet your boyfriend. You reach your hand out to touch his face but he draws away. 

“I can’t… I’m going to hurt you,” he says. 

“You’re not going to hurt me, Innie. I know you. This is the same body you’ve touched a million times before, you know my body better than I do. I trust you… to be intimate with me, again. So, please,” you say, reaching your blood-soaked finger up to his lips. 

“Y/N… I’m afraid that I won’t be able to control myself,” he says, closing his eyes as if practicing restraint. 

“Then don’t.” You’re pushed against the bed at superhuman speed, his hips pressing into you hard. The offered finger is in his mouth and he’s unabashedly sucking the blood from it, letting out a filthy, guttural moan. Before you can question the man his lips are against yours again, sucking them into his mouth, drinking up the blood from the small wound he had given you. His tongue is all over yours and you can taste your copper substance on his mouth though it's not unpleasant. He breathes into you as if you are his lifeforce, his oxygen. Meanwhile, he ruts his hips against you over and over again, a bruising yet welcomed grip on your waist. 

“Feels good?” You ask, pulling away to look in his eyes. He’s panting, letting out little whimpers and looking absolutely wrecked. 

“S’good. You don’t even know. I can smell you, how wet you are for me from here. I can hear how fast your heart is beating just for me… And every time you touch me my skin feels like it’s on fire. I’m so sensitive… so hard,” he emphasizes with a harsh thrust against your clothed skin, “You’re literally heavenly. Intoxicating. The best thing I’ve ever felt. I need you. I’ve never needed anything more.” He looks scared that you might deny him, though you couldn’t in a million years imagine denying him, especially not now.

You spread your legs for him, allowing him the opportunity to slot between them. He pulls himself into you and moans as you spread wet open-mouthed kisses against his neck. You lick a stripe upwards from his collarbone to his jaw and he clutches you tight, hips stuttering. 

His hands are in your hair, embedded into your scalp and he pulls tight, baring your neck for him. Your moan is breathy and light as he presses his lips to your skin, not sinking his teeth into you like you had thought. He sucks harsh bruises into your neck and the offending area then softens each spot with his tongue. When he moves back to admire his handiwork, he smiles. You’re covered with large purple splotches all over. You’re his, undeniably so. 

He pulls off your shorts and underwear in one swift motion, maneuvering your hips and holding you upwards so that he has full access to your glistening core. He really was right about you being wet for him, and you don’t have time to be embarrassed by the statement he made of being able to smell it before he’s diving in, his face directly at your entrance. He wastes no time before licking, sucking, and swirling his tongue around you. 

“Too much, Innie, too fast!” You whine out, trying to push his head away. He doesn’t budge nor indicate that he felt your actions; you couldn’t move away from him. He was in control, and you, forced to take every ounce of pleasure he delegates. 

“Mm, baby… I’ve been away from this pussy for too long… God you taste so, so good.” A loud slurping sound comes from his mouth and you’re in the right mind to be embarrassed from such a filthy sound. You cover your face but your hand is by your side just as fast, his bruising grip around your wrist holding you in place. “Don’t,” he warns. “Want to see your face as I ruin you. Want to hear every moan, wanna hear your heart beat this fast just for me, baby.” He was adamant about getting you to fall apart for him on his tongue, and so you do; you cum on with a loud moan and he laps up your release and holds your trembling thighs in place with ease. 

As you look at him he wipes away the wetness on his face, eyes gazing into you. He freezes in place as you drop onto your knees in front of him and grab onto his waistband. 

“Are you sure?” He stammers, already affected by your small lingering touch. 

“We’ve been away for too long,” you say, repeating his words from earlier. “Need to taste your cock again.” You pull down his pants and reveal his length, hard and throbbing and begging to be touched. It’s already releasing precum from when he was grinding into you earlier, and you lap it up eagerly. His hand places a bruising grip in your hair, close to its roots, which encourages you to continue with your ministrations.  

“Shit,” he curses as you wrap your lips around him, flicking your tongue against his tip. “Baby your mouth feels so fucking good, so wet. God I could bust right now,” he says. He uses his hands to hold the sides of your head, guiding your mouth up and down his length, essentially letting him use your face like a toy for his pleasure. Your lips wrap around him and you let spit run down your face, coating your chin. You blink up at him through teary eyes and you know that you look probably just as wrecked as he does, the epitome of a perfect disaster created just for him. 

He bucks his hips into your face for a few seconds and then pulls away quickly. You drop to the floor, breathing heavily, looking up at the man. He pants and holds himself up against the bed with one arm, trying to ground himself. 

“Shit baby, I’ve never felt anything that good in my life…” He breathes. “Only you… But it feels better now, you feel so good… Let me fuck your pretty pussy, baby. Please.” He begs even though he doesn’t have to. He doesn’t have to ask you twice before you’re laying on the bed, legs spread open wide for him. Still sensitive from your previous orgasm, you whine as he pushes into you slowly. He’s long, just like you remember him, but he’s so hard and you can already feel him pulsing inside of you. As he bottoms out and his hips grind against your clit, you feel yourself contracting against his length. You two remain unmoving but the room already sounds so dirty just from your pathetic moans and heavy breathing. Your heart beats wildly in your chest and it makes you smile knowing he can hear it, that he knows exactly what he’s doing to you. 

He starts moving, slow but deep. Within four hard strokes he’s already releasing deep inside you, and you both gasp. In all the time you had been with him, he had never cum inside before–but now that he’s turned it doesn’t matter. As he fills you up you’re overflowing and he’s crying when you look at him. He moans vehemently but his hips aren’t slowing down; if anything, they speed up as he continues to fuck his release into you, sloppy and hard. He whines at the overstimulation he’s caused himself and looks like his pleasure is mixed with pain. His hips snap into you harder than anything you’ve ever felt before, the head of his cock pushing right against your g-spot every time. 

He reaches his fingers down and swipes up the release from where the two of you connect, gathering it on his fingers and bringing it to your mouth. It’s reminiscent of the scene just minutes ago, you think as you suck his release off of his fingers. His eyes are boring into yours and drinking up every reaction, every scrunch of your face and twitch of pleasure, and it drives you insane with both pleasure and desire to be so seen by someone you’re so in love with. 

You notice his hands gripping the edge of the bed, his knuckles ghost-white. 

“Bite me,” you say, suddenly. His hips stutter at your words, all confidence immediately gone. 

“What? I can’t–” 

“Jeongin, love, I trust you more than any other living soul on this planet,” you say through uneven breaths. “God, this body was yours before and it’s yours now. Stop holding back and make me yours again. Please,” You say. 

His teeth sink into your neck and you let out a sharp cry; you feel shock moreso than pain, and as he drinks languidly from your neck, taking just what he needs, you cum around his cock. His fingernails dig into your skin and his hips snap into yours brutally, ripping your orgasm out of you in the most intense spasm of pain and pleasure you’ve ever felt in your life. Adrenaline courses through your veins and your ears are ringing, blinded by the intensity of it all, because Jeongin isn’t holding back, because you’ve broken down his walls, you think as he cums into you for the second time that night. 

He laps up the remaining blood that has dribbled down your neck as his hips still into you and you still pulse around him from the aftershocks. When you look at him you're wiping his tears away, and he wipes away yours. 

“Thank you,” he says, holding you as close to his body as can possibly be. “You make me feel like I’m still human.” 

“That’s because you are,” you whisper into his hair. “Your humanity is something you never lost.” 

He hums in approval and you fall asleep in his arms that night, closer in mind and body than ever before.  ***  “I see you and I.N. got back together!” Your best friend laughs as the two of you walk to class together the next day. You haven’t told her anything, how would she know? She sees your shocked expression. “Look at your neck, geez, what is he, a vampire? God damn,” she emphasizes her words by pointing at the large bruises you did a poor job of covering up. You laugh at her words a little too hard, knowing that she will never know that she wasn’t that far off from the truth. That was a secret for you and Jeongin to share. *** Masterlist Recs

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LET'S DO IT

Sasukarin month ⛓️

Day 28 - Together into the darkness ⛓️

As I promise I had a lot of content that I couldn't post during the month, so now I'm going to drop one of them here.

Gosh, this one was long and sorry for my terrible englis. Here we go 💖

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Karin was finishing all the paperwork she received at that morning when an crispy voice call her:

- Child, need a hand in here - was Orochimaru

She walked all the hall, feeling the heat of the candles, every damn time, annoyed by the brightness in the glass reflection, Karin screwed her eyes tight. The closer she gets, a weird sound becomes clear like water, more like water actually, pounding against the floor.

- Don’t let him fall - that time was kabuto voice

Seems like orochimaru-sama got another circus freak - she thought

Now all she could hear was electrifying screams coming from at the end of that corridor, in the air, a new kind of chakra travels through the wind, it stinks… Not just the smell became more noticeable, the water felt cold to the touch of her toes… she felt chakra floating in there.

Karin looked up and saw an unthinkable scenario, she stepped back letting a drop of sweat fall, turning one with that strange corpse over her feet.

- I need blood samples or anything that can be analyzed - Orochimaru looked at the tank - Sasuke, give her assistance.

Oh, he is here - the situation was so strange to her, that she couldn’t felt him… that weird chakra filled up all the room. Orochimaru and Kabuto left without another word, just the sound of their walk.

She stood, astonished with the view… A boy, immersed in water, one with that water… even the curse mark didn't impress her that much.

-Watchya looking? - the voice came out, almost inaudible.

Karin pulled her thoughts together and went to desk at the side of tha tank.

-Your name is…?

-It’s not from your business - it was hasty

-Your village?

-Find by yourself

-You breathe out of the water?

-Free me and find out

-How do you see under the water?

-With my eyes

-How does your body work?

-OoOoh, this one I would like to make an demonstration - he smirk

Her protruding forehead veins jumped out of her skin and suddenly she shouted out: YOU WANT TO DIE RIGHT HERE AND RIGHT NOW YOU IDIOT…

-Karin, don’t let him trick you - Sasuke walked at her - what do you need me to do?

-I had to analyze this water, he can’t escape.

-Got it.

-So… if you don't want to cooperate waterboy, it's going to be the hardest way…

During all day long Sasuke kept the boy inside the tank with his chidori whenever he tried to escape while Karin took different types of bottles, filling them with water from that tank.

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Night had arrived and Karin was still inside that room, reporting on all the results that were ready and organizing the next ones that would be processed.

The boy disappeared before her eyes, he turned one with that water and if it weren't for her sensors abilities, she wouldn't be able to tell if he was right there or not. The only thing she could hear was the bubbles in that tank and sometimes the voice of that creature, murmuring.

-What are you? - She asked for herself 

Suddenly, steps become more present and louder, approaching… This presence was familiar to her, it was refreshing and calm, it is the only thing that gave her strength, some like an energy recharger.

-Karin, you’re done? - Sasuke stopped in front of the door.

Not yet, I need to calculate this one and measure with these results. - she took off her glasses as a sign of tiredness, her vision was starting to blur.

-Orochimaru is calling me, he wants to try some new experiments

Karin look at his face, her happiness ended there, at that second…So then she put her glasses on again and sighed

-You don't need to come, if something happens we call you.

-What? You’re sure? whats if…

-We are going to be in the next hall - then he turn out and leave the room

Withou any choice she gets to sit again, tired and worried: I can’t demonstrate feelings, I must be strong and think straight with my mind and never with the heart - she keeps repeating for herself, just like some mantra that keeps her alive in this world…

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She looked at the tank, this situation was very strange… She knew that there's something in there, but at the same time, there was nothing that her eyes could see.

This life… - She though - I thought I'd be safe here, but every day… even so…

Her thoughts stop when she felt Sasuke's chakra change, Karin never witnesses such a thing. The chakra was expanding and forced to compress almost at the same time, there was a pressure that forced the chakra to transform... This was new, however, anyone knows how lethal this change can be to a human body.

She wanted to run to where he was, but she hesitated, there was no reason for it, they were heading in her direction.

I can’t demonstrate feelings, I must be strong.

At the moment they step in the room, Karin creeps her eyes out, horrifying with what her eyes were seeing.

Think straight with my mind and never with the heart.

She repeated.

There's too much blood around him, a man standing on his knees on the floor, shaking at the feeling of his own back, ripped from the shoulder to his hips… the silence of agony yelled in his eyes.

-What happened? - she walked to him while pulling her sleeves up, revealing recent marks.

Sasuke looks at her, reluctant, but what should he do about a situation like that? She was the only one who could keep him alive during those experiments, so Sasuke took her arm and let his lips feel those marks-embossed again, the taste of Iron in his tongue and the shiver of her skin.

All those sensations were already familiar to him, however he couldn't help but feel his insides churn as his skin rebuilds, as his blood boils to be stopped and his mind almost goes numb by the pain. However, his eyes were always in front of those other marks.

Sometime ago this would never pass in his head, he never asked himself how she got all of them and knew that made Sasuke feel more repulsed than he already felt towards Orochimaru.

He backed up, falling to the ground, breathless… Something was off, but he could handle it, enough.

-You are ok? - she asks, he noodles - but, you don't seem well.

-I just need a blood transfusion now and some rest.

-What happen to him Orochimaru-sama? - asked bluntly

-Nothing big, just some tests and then, his body just didn’t handle it well… Give what he needs and use those new oxygen cylinders in the tank, see if it is compatible. 

Karin watched Orochimaru's back until he left the room, and then, the only thing that was present was his distant footsteps. She waited until the moment Kabut left too so then she could ask what was on her mind: You are not completely healed, why did you hesitate?

-Wasn’t necessary anymore  - he responded, but something in his chakra snitched on him, like a wave caused by a rock causing inconsistencies in the water.

-If you say so… - she sits at his side, taking the fews blood bags that she had in there - get ready for this - she passed the needle through the boy's white skin and then positioned the bag on one of the supports - I’m going to the next door to bring some medicine

-Ok - he closed his eyes and allowed himself to rested his head in the chair

She gazed at Sasuke's face for a while. Damn, how could he be so handsome - she thought - we’re screwed in this place - she leaned his head and kept it down.

-Something is wrong, Karin? - Sasuke’s voice gets her attention, she looks up to meet the half-closed eyes of a tired man.

-Nothing - She startled - I'm heading off.

At the time she walks out of the room, the waterboy appears.

-So… who are you guys? Why am I here?

-Want to talk right now, Suigetsu?

-How did you…?

-Maybe you don't know, but the secrets of an shinobi can be taken from his body, luckily, you don't had to die for this

-So you guys won't kill me?

-I don't know, I'm not in the charge

-You're that weird guy's pawn? And that woman?

Sasuke felt annoyed by his question, he shivered at the feeling of his own blood boiling.

-I don't have anything with orochimaru… Me, you and her… we are in the same boat 

-It doesn't looks like that - he smirk

Karin entered the room and in silence she took off the pills and gave it to Sasuke with a cup of water so then she turned to put those news filters in Suigetsu’s tank.

-It 's funny, isn't it? - the water said - you're a lab rat too, aren't you? - the redhead took her attention away from the clipboard and looked at the murky water, watching it dissipate and become a clear image of how he is.

-What you’re saying boy? - Karin raise her voice

-I’m saying what I’m saying or am I wrong? - the water remodeled adding a new form in what already existed and then he pointed to her right arm, uncovered - there are a lot of marks isn’t it? How could this be possible? A rat free to walk whenever it likes.

In an attempt to cover up what defined her in that place, Karin let the clipboard fall to the floor, a fury she herself wasn’t used to starting to grow as waves of a Tsunami about to break.

-Stop talking like this Suigetsu - Sasuke stood on his foot - You don’t know a thing about us, so stop with these cheap talk - Sasuke raised his voice, this caught Karin’s attention, she never witnessed his chakra with those oscillations, anger.

With a lot of difficulty, step by step,  Sasuke got out of that room, listen some laughing from that strange creature.

-hahah got angry at that easy pretty boy? - Suigetsu raise his eyebrow as an debauch

-You’re really annoying - Karin spelled out and loud before leaving after Sasuke -  Hey, wait, you have to rest - she pick his arm and round them around her own neck

-I’m good you can leave me - he tried to pull his arm, but Karin didn’t let it go

-No, I’ll take you to another room, let's go - through his wrist she envolve is arms in her neck and made her own shoulder as his base, so then, he could walk easily - damn, you’re heavy

-I didn't ask for that though…

-Yeah Yeah - she smirk - by the way, thanks for defending me.

-I wasn’t defending you - he sighed - we’re the same Karin, we have those same marks imposed in our bodies… Just that

-I see - she felt a little disappointed, but even so, the warmth of his back in the palm of her hand and the confidence she knew that he had in her was enough at that point.

This was all they needed to get through that darkness.

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Anime I watched in 2022 Part 2:

11. Rising of the Shield Hero Part 2- 3/5

Where do I begin with this? It started off strong but by the 3rd or 4th episode I started to question if this was the same shield hero that I watched before. Don’t even get me started on how many times I watched Ost die only for her to come back to life. Thank goodness for the banger opening and ending. I briefly read the manga a while back so I knew that content was left out. After this season ended I reread and yup A LOT was left out. Hopefully the next season can redeem this show.

12. Spy x Family 10,000/5

Ahhhhh I was so excited for this one. I read the manga so I knew the plot well and was a wee bit nervous when I saw Cloverworks was one of the studios doing the production (they basically cut 90% of Horimiya content) but much to my surprise they kept all of the original content, plus added some to really flesh out the show and it’s characters. This will be one of those shows that people will be talking about for years to come. The animation, the characters, the opening and ending were all spectacularly done. Anya deserves all the happiness in the world. Loid is the best fake dad and fake husband (all for the mission of course) and Yor is the new waifu, I don’t make the rules. God I really love these characters and seeing them animated so wonderfully brings a smile to my face.

13. Ya Boy Kongming 5/5

This was a underrated gem for this year. I need to thank tik tok for showing me clips for this one otherwise I wouldn’t have know it existed. And that opening: A BANGER!! Seriously, if anyone skips the opening, they need to be arrested immediately! All the characters were so likable and you were cheering on the ‘rivals’. If you’re a fan of music, I highly recommend this anime.

14. The Case Study of Vanitas 5,000/5

Ahhhhhh! Ok ok. I’m calm now. But seriously this anime has turned my brain into goop. I had serious Vanitas brain rot when I finished watching this one. From opening to ending this one hooked me. Alllll the characters were interesting, even the minor ones; you just wanted to know more about every one and everything. And I know, I KNOW Vanitas and Jeanne are endgame but whyyy is the chemistry between Vanitas and Noe sooooo good. Like holy guacamole their chemistry was off the charts (and that first ending didn’t help either) I can’t wait to know more about these characters and see what shenanigans they get up too.

15. Misfit of the Demon King Academy 5/5

There’s just something about overpowered characters that gets me so hyped. Now don’t get me wrong, I like to follow the journey of a character from rock bottom and see them rise to the top. But sometimes you just want to see a Main Character just go nuts from the get go and that’s the main character from this series. “Did you really think killing me would stop me?” will never stop being epic. Like damn! This was such a refreshing anime and the ending I didn’t expect. Really can’t wait to see more of this universe.

16. The Millionaire Detective: Balance Unlimited 4/5

Listen, there was so much hype around this anime that I went into it expecting a lot. Especially the chemistry between the two male leads but alas I was severely disappointed. While the story and other characters were good it just felt like something was missing. And I know everyone loves Kambe but I was more into Haru and I just wanted him to one up Kambe in some way (don’t ask me to go into detail because I can’t even explain it myself). Maybe I need to read the manga to get into this one.

17. Love After World Domination 5/5

This was such a cute, dorky romance. If you were a Power Rangers fan as a kid, I think you’ll appreciate this one. It’s a nice spoof of that universe with the main characters trying to navigate their love life, school, being a hero and being a villain (is she really a villain though). I went into this one with absolutely no expectations but every week I was continuously surprised by this story. Really hope we get a second season to this.

18. Skeleton Knight in Another World 5/5

I know a lot of people kept comparing this one to Overload but can I just say that I enjoyed this one wayyy more than Overload. Arc and Arianne are much more enjoyable characters to me and I just adored their chemistry. And Ponta was just the cutest addition to this series. This anime only has 12 episodes but it was enough to hook me in to that universe. I’m really hoping we get another season.

19. Overlord Season 1 3/5

I really tried to like this one. Honestly I tried my best to like it but I couldn’t get past the first season. The characters felt bland and overdone for me. Maybe it’s because I watched so many isekai anime’s prior that this one didn’t wow me. Maybe if I’m bored I’ll give this another go.

20. Komi Can’t Communicate Part 2 5/5

Ahhh cuteness overload. I really love Komi and seeing her progress slowly but surely is always a wonderful sight to behold. Chadano will forever be best boy. This season had so many laugh out loud and wtf moments that I really hope we get another season.

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A review of The Roundabout Way of Fate by @itsmyartfam

Overall, I'd probably rate this an 8/10

Take a shot every time the word "greenette" is used and you've got yourself a one-way ticket to alcoholism lol

I liked the lore about Healers in the MHA world, how healing Quirks were almost like their own category of Quirk classification (Emitters, Transformation-type and Mutation-type), and how Healers are prime kidnapping targets for villains because of course they are. It all made sense and it was an interesting bit of interpretation I wasn't expecting to get.

One of the things I always look forward to whenever I read canon rewrite fics is seeing how exactly the author will rework certain parts of the original story, and this one? Not bad. Like the fact that Izuku and Bakugou are actually friends, and that Izuku is the one that gets kidnapped by the League.

I have some thoughts about the application of Izu's Quirk. In the fic, he has a healing Quirk that allows him to heal both new and old injuries. This includes scars and physical disabilities, and I just... I don't know. I feel like people should just be allowed to have scars and physical disabilities without treating it as a problem to be fixed. Like, in the fic, Izu heals Tensei so that he can walk again, and I really don't know how to feel about it. Because, on the one hand, I feel like it almost cheapens Tenya's whole arc about taking his brother's hero name, but also, like, some physical disabilities do make it harder for people to do certain activities, and can even be an inconvenience at times, but at the same time, it's still a part of them, and for most people, it's likely a part of themselves that they wouldn't want to get rid of even if they could. But I also don't know as much about this as others, especially considering that I don't have a physical disabiliy. I'm technically disabled (I have diagnosed ADHD, autism and PTSD, all of which apparently count as disabilities) but none of those are physical so it affects me differently, therefore, I don't know if I can appropriately weigh in on this topic.

One of the good things about this fic is the fact that it's constantly asserting over and over again that despite not being a villain-fighting hero like the others, Izuku is not a pushover or a delicate teen mom healer-type that needs to be protected and coveted. Izuku has agency and is incredibly capable and is still very much a hero in his own right. Yes, he needs help sometimes, but the author doesn't make him a damsel in distress like a lot of healer!Izuku fics and content I've skimmed over. Because Izuku isn't a dainty, helpless nurse; he's the hero equivalent of a combat medic with actual skill who's well-versed in and knowledgeable about his craft, who learns and adapts and develops over the course of the fic and can hold his own in a fight when he needs to, which is so refreshing to see in a healer character.

This fic also does a great job of prioritizing and expanding on Izuku's relationship with other characters that aren't Bakugou and Todoroki. Like the Big 3, Recovery Girl, Shinsou, Iida, and even Kendou and Monoma from Class B. It's so good, you guys.

Also, long-haired Izuku is to die for.

Dialogue is good and natural and flows pretty well.

The technical medical information is, I assume accurate, and even if it's not, it's delivered so well and convincingly. So, even if it isn't accurate (I have almost no way of knowing), it still sells it with confidence, which is good when getting your audience invested.

Even though Izuku has a near infallible healing quirk, the story and characters (read: Recovery Girl) make it clear that he has to actually know stuff, too, and he can't just go around using his Quirk to fix everything, because there's always the possibility that he could fuck stuff up and make it worse on accident if he doesn't know what he's doing. Love it when characters have to actually know stuff.

There's a particular scene with Izuku and Kendou that had me on the edge of my fucking seat. It was so well-written and nail-bitingly tense that I almost passed out in relief when it was over. I won't spoil it here, but mind the tags if you decide to check it out. Suffice it to say, it's really good.

[queer-and-dear-books]

Title: If I See You Again Tomorrow

Author: Robbie Couch

Genre: Sci-fi | Friendship | Romance | LGBTQ+

Content Warnings: Internalized Homophobia

Overall Rating: 9.8/10

Personal Opinion: I was already convinced that Robbie Couch was my favorite author and then he goes and releases this banger? It is so riveting, unique, romantic, and refreshing. Something Couch does really well is not putting the romance dead center. He focuses on the friendships that the protagonist cultivates first and foremost and the romance naturally comes forward after. And every pairing feels so genuine to me. Clark and Beau especially. They make me believe in destiny.

Do I Own This Book? Technically yes. My friend bought it (and also Blaine for the Win) for me when he was in NY visiting but he also borrowed it so it’s not physically with me at the moment. But yes, I do own it.

Spoilers Below For My Likes & Dislikes:

Likes:

- I love the way everything is connected. I love the way everything has a reason for being. Down to the last detail. Everything from why Clark couldn’t find David Dopamine’s time loop video to why Thom freaked out on day 310 when Beau showed up. It doesn’t matter how small or big the detail was, it was important. The significance of Beau’s errands too, being the key to Clark curing his loneliness is so special to me. Because I love every person Clark came into contact with on day 310.

- Let’s talk about the people Clark met on day 310. Starting with, of course, Beau. Oh my god, the guy is nuts. But his spontaneity was truly magnetic and I can see why people so easily gravitate toward him. He can be a bit over-the-top with his shenanigans but he shines brightest when he is acting over-the-top. 

- Otto is my favorite though. I just love burly bakers. Gentle giants. He deserves a hug. In the loops where he gave Clark the recipe to his blue velvet brownies, I was breaking down in tears. And then when he finally talked about Ben, I just about lost it. My emotions were a mess but Otto is just so kind and so friendly with everyone, I just can’t. I’m getting emotional all over again just thinking about him.

- Emery was an unexpected joy. He feels like a supporting actor in this story which is, well, exactly what he is. Like he fits the role to a T. What I mean by that is that I didn’t really expect much from his interactions with Clark but as they learned about each other, became friends in some loops, I really felt a bond with him. It’s like when you get attached to minor characters in shows and you cheer when they come on screen. That’s how it felt with Emery. Like he was just some guy you want to support and see thrive away from the antics and chaotic messes of the main cast. I hope he gets his breakout role someday.

- Dee is a delight. I mean, she is a whirlwind. And I find it so hilarious that she would reject Clark so vehemently in some loops. Which is reasonable! She is a woman alone at night, she has every reason to have her guard up. But on day 311, when she invited Clark out for BLTs and milkshakes, I could feel her cry for help. Her need to not be alone. And wow, when she explained everything that happened at The Wrinkles concert, it’s no wonder why she felt like she could die from embarrassment. But I love that she found courage in Clark’s vulnerability and was able to share her secret. Not only that but I am just overjoyed that she and Emery are likely going to get their fairy-tale ending!

- Now for the people Clark has known since before day 310. I am talking about Sadie! Oh my god, that ominous, “I need you” text deviation on day 310 had me in a chokehold. I was so fucking worried about her and it turns out she was just lonely without Clark. Not to downplay her loneliness at all! She just moved to a new place before her senior year, that’s nuts. I get why she’s sad. But oh my god, when Clark Facetimed her and she started crying because she missed him, I was all up in my feels because I truly felt their friendship. It was palpable every time they Facetimed but that last one on day 364 had me in a vicegrip.

- Clark’s family! I had already guessed that his dad had an affair. Or at least, I knew he was the one who was actually at fault for the divorce. It was obvious but also still a surprise enough to gut punch me. Like, you see it coming but the impact still surprises you. But god, when Clark decided to check in on his dad for the first time on day 364, I was a mess again. I just can’t handle a family crying session. And I love that Clark was mature enough not to end things on a bad note even if time was going to loop again.

- Then we have mom and Blair. Mom was really trying her hardest to connect with her son and Clark did not make it easy on her. And I understand why. A divorce is a big deal. Combined with their fight and Sadie moving, it’s no wonder why Clark erupted on day 311. But on day 364, when he decided to finally bake with his mom and apologize for what he put her through, I was going to go ballistic. My emotions were everywhere. As if it was not enough for Blair to say, “You’re a great big brother and I love you.” Like stop. Sibling love gets me worse than parental love. 

- Ms. Hazel is such a good therapist. Oh my god, I just, I love when characters actually seek help. And I love that Clark took his therapy homework and therapy itself seriously. It can be so easy to ignore that stuff, to not take that leap of faith, but he did it. And I love how he openly appreciates her sessions. That’s a beautiful thing.

- Now, as if all of these new and old relationships weren’t enough, we have Professor Copeman. Oh the regret and shame she had for not corroborating Runyon’s story, I felt that in my soul. But the fact that they were destined to meet and change each other’s lives in such a big way is just so beautiful.

- And that’s the last thing I need to talk about. The time loop itself! The fact that it happened because Clark and Beau were meant to meet! I’m glad it wasn’t just a romantic soulmates thing like Beau thought. It’s just about two people who will have a deep impact on each other’s lives. Like that is so special to me.

Dislikes:

- Here is my one real gripe. How can Clark even consider that Mr. Thunderburnt’s theory is correct? Firstly, he doesn’t mention Loop Partners. Secondly, if getting trapped in a time loop has to do with a breakup, then why is Clark experiencing it too? Obviously Runyon’s theory is the correct one in this situation! I guess if I was in Clark’s situation, I would not be the most rational but the soulmate theory is just stupid to me. And it kind of upsets me that Beau just refused to believe any other theory. He wasted a lot of days after giving up when he could have enjoyed them with Clark.

- Also soulmate is written as two words and that bugs me.

- Thom. I don’t really like that he was framed as being wrong for wanting a subtle partner. I do think it was wrong of him to try to change Beau into something that fit his needs better, yes. But I don’t know, maybe it’s because of my culture but I just hate the narrative of a relationship being good only if it’s out. The Long Run and The Minus-One Club have shown me just how wonderful in-the-closet relationships can be. When both partners can wait until they’re ready to come out. But yes, I do see why Otto didn’t like Thom or at least, didn’t think he was a good fit for Beau. I just feel so sympathetic toward Thom! As someone who knows people that have been disowned, rejected, and spurned by loved ones after coming out, I can’t not feel some sympathy for Thom. I just hope he finds a relationship that suits his needs from the start.

[stardustmade009]

12/29/23 Hasan Piker said to please defend him more, finally I have been given the permission I need to sephiroth post. Late Christmas Early New Year Miracle!!!! Drama frog rejoice

(cross posting from reddit)

Hi long time lurker. And look, this is a page about HASAN PIKER. This is the place for what I'm about to do, I'm a girl with a bunch of interests and sometimes those interests intersect in ways I just sit on for years cause quite honestly I'm using "girl" v loosely and I'm 31 woman and I know what "cringe" is because I wrote the book, so I just kinda shit post in comments on twitter to release the stress of being a fan of Hasan, and I don't have a twitter anymore, so I thought I was just going to have to die on this.

But finally, on this day I was watching a clip from the 12-29-23 at 4 in the morning cause I got off work early (https://youtu.be/kMwQQmVMcAw?si=XhjWf6R_O5UgH9MX&t=294) and I got all I need to let out about 4 years of built up Hasan drama. So mods, Daddy said I could so please please please don't delete this. This is perfect fodder on who to block personally and as I will elaborate, I done my time in this community, just let me have my soap box.

Who am I and what give me this authority? (a disclaimer) As stated above I'm up at 4 am, and this is "off early", I work nightshift factory job in middle america who's worked there for 10 years with a long side story I will not bore you with. I found Hasan when he did the breakdown on fb and just liked the way he broke down the news. Is he a perfect person? No. There are many things I wish he didn't do. (Hoobastank) But on the whole, solid person who's world view is refreshing to listen to and I don't lose sleep in supporting my like in him because he tries to be ethical with his spending and its like $5, come on, I can spend $5 to enjoy myself ad free at that top of the hour if I want. I work 12 hour shifts.

But as I said, I work 12 hours, and where Hasan sometimes makes 10 hours of content, I also have other interests and sometimes I'm doing that, sometimes I'm a drama girlie (and it's super sexist if you judge me), sometimes I'm a goblin. And boy howdy how I wish the drama girlies would rally around Hasan because he's chill with QT and Rae, cause then I wouldn't have to do this myself. But alas, we must all sometimes be the change we want to see in the world, and the drama girlies don't know about this filth, so here I am. Youtube channel-less and angry. So I'm gonna vent about the latest drama here for a moment cause I've been sitting on this need since Hasan's biggest mistake, befriend the worlds more admired online deadbead father since Onision, Steven Kenneth Bonnell II (wiki).

The Meat and Potatoes (If you don't want my auto-bio but wanna be a drama goblin with me) I find it ABSOLUTELY INSANE that ANYONE in the dgg orbit thinks they get to get their fucking panties in a twist over "edgy jokes" like mocking Claira "Harassed a woman over a tweet about a cookbook for two years" Sorrenti doing cocaine with a Road Runner gif when she went on a very public bender and harassed every fucking person she could and hides behind being a fucking addict instead of showing even a drop of remorse for her action past the "I want to keep my job and keep calling myself the one true leftist so I'm sorry uwu" video/clip from a stream she didn't even have the time to do on its own, I don't remember but I watched it and she was full of shit cause I don't believe the cocaine bender was 2 years, aka the amount of time she harassed Roslyn Talusan, unless those "tasty noodles" has the flour subbed out with cocaine.

"Oh but but but Hasan said the r slur that one time" harks the orbitor. oh, wow. The community where if I even could edit there is no program around that could make a montauge of the amoung of time even one of your favs has said it, and Hasan has, say it with me, changed and tries not to be a fucking asshole, something you orbitor fucks could never understand.And the most insane of it all is the worse thing you could list of things Hasan REALLY did and has shown zero remorse for, beside the cracker thing, they cheered gleefully because they liked his more dirtbag shit. Hasan having the most unhinged reaction to being asked to not do a fundraiser with Hogwarts Legacy for the trans community, I've never seen them gargle balls harder. WHY?? Cause they wanted to bully Jessie Gender, a truly respectable person.

That was the only real thing. (a bit tongue in cheek I'm too high and this is much longer than I planned on he has done some other things. but they were mouth to sack there too)

"Oh but he was wrong about RUSSIA!!!!!" Do you fire the weather person for being wrong? Shut up.

So to all of them, either get a real job other than being the most annoying online cult or hurry up and drink the coolaid or whatever your own cults endgame is. I've blocked you and you're still leaking through. Idk. Idc. Just leave Hasan Piker Alone.

[casspurrjoybell-29]

Healing Ties - Chapter 51 - Part 2

*Warning Adult Content*

"It would be better if we were further from the border," Yore stated, anxious for the young and elderly of all the clans . "We tried to keep everyone who's not specifically there to guard it away from here and it would mean less worry about tracking chips in any of the slaves you rescue. Aside from current events, there's not much danger of a group of humans marching a day or more past the border after a stray slave."

"Lynna more or less said the same about that last part," Simon said.

"Duran still had his chip but you can see The Spire from so far away and it's such an obvious landmark that it's not really a concern. She deactivated it anyway, of course, just in case they use it against us in the future."

"Who knows what the future will look like?" Yore mused.

"Maybe things will be different. Maybe we won't be enemies with the humans. Maybe we'll become allies or maybe we'll decide we don't want them around anymore to be enemies with."

"That awkward feeling when you're a human..." Hamish murmured.

"Ah, sorry," Yore said. "I forget sometimes. You know that wasn't what I meant but... even so. It's not as simple as that, is it? You have family, friends, many people who you wouldn't want to die. Some of those humans are children, too. Would we really go that far? It's much easier when you talk about it abstractly, when you view it as nothing more than a problem to be solved."

"An alliance, though..." Simon said.

Yore inclined his head.

"It feels unlikely but unlikely things happen every day. It was unlikely that I would be the one to stumble upon Fanner in those woods but it happened. It was unlikely that you would find me in those tunnels and save me. It was unlikely that I would survive after what followed. Everything we are, everything we've lived through, has been unlikely. Maybe we'll get dealt just one more fortunate hand."

"Hmm, well, as a soldier, I believe we make our own fortune," Simon said. "I don't know how an alliance would ever be possible but I'm ready to fight to protect what I have."

"We'll do what we have to," Yore agreed.

Slone sat down beside Yore with the ease of someone with pain-free joints.

He set the platter of food he was carrying across both of their laps.

"Try the fish cakes. They're good. Got some baked fish there straight off the fire, too."

"Thank you," Yore said as he took one of the fish cakes. "Sometimes it's hard to remember that I need to take care of myself even when other things feel more important."

Slone handed Yore another fish cake as soon as he was done with his first.

"Don't envy you for that. I couldn't do what you do."

"I know. You do help me, though, you know. Even when you're not home. Do you know how many times I've met new people as a representative of our people and it turns out they already know you? That's never been a bad thing, either. You do half my diplomatic work for me without even meaning to."

"Think I'm best at doing things when I don't mean to. Not sure what kinda diplomat I'd be if that was my job."

"Maybe that's why it works so well?" Yore suggested. "Whenever I go somewhere, meet new people, they know I'm acting on behalf of my pack. Most people like me but there's always a bit of distance. I can't connect with people like you can."

Hamish gave Yore a pat on the shoulder.

"That's kinda sad, Yore."

"I think it's something I'd like to work on," Yore said. "Working with the human military was refreshing in that way. For once in my life, I wasn't representing anyone else. I was just myself or as much of myself as it was possible to be under the circumstances. I've let myself get worse with it these past years. I didn't expect to have a future. I've been living for things other than myself for a while now."

"Hmm," Simon said. "Is that going to be an issue for your relationship with Fanner?"

There was a boy with a body of ash and embers dancing in and out of the bonfire.

Libby caught his attention and waved him over.

"No," Yore said. "You know, when I first met him, I assumed I felt the way I did around him because I was keeping my status hidden. I could just be myself. And then I told him, and... nothing changed. Maybe it's just because he's an outsider and none of this means all that much to him or maybe it's just how he is. How I am when I'm around him."

"Aw," Hamish said. "You know, I never took you for a romantic. It's extremely unattractive but cute."

Libby was having a very intense conversation with the ash and fire boy.

Was he one of her potential prospects for stories?

Yore had considered telling the others about her plan but it was so complex that if word spread through the group, it would certainly get twisted and confused.

He would let the whole thing be Libby's problem until such time as he was needed.

Sometimes knowing when to step back was just as important as stepping forward.

He saw a glimmer from the corner of his eye and turned his head to see Lucas leading Fanner back towards him.

Yore hadn't had anything particular in mind when he'd asked Lucas to find Fanner something nicer to wear but Lucas had clearly taken the task seriously.

The long sleeved shirt and pants Fanner wore were almost completely white, something that drew attention to him in and of itself.

Only a mage, with the power to banish dirt and stains, could wear something that would show marks so easily.

The white was complemented by intricate gold patterning in the form of flowers that crept up and blossomed across the front of the shirt and down the sleeves.

Fanner sunk in against Yore's side as soon as he was close enough.

"Is this okay?"

"Do you like it?" Yore asked.

Fanner fidgeted.

"Well... maybe. They're nice clothes but maybe a little too nice? I'm more dressed up than most people here. I don't want anyone to think... I don't know. That I think I'm better than them."

"I wouldn't want anyone to think that of me, either but that doesn't mean I always dress and act the same as everyone else. Having someone to look up to, to draw hope and strength from, can be a powerful thing. Yes, we should be humble and fair but standing tall, being noticed... they're not always bad things."

"Well, I hope that's how people feel about it. I just hope nobody will make assumptions or misunderstand my intentions, especially in ways that might reflect badly on you."

"Oh, people will absolutely make assumptions," Lucas said. "About you being a mage, about you being an ex-slave. About you being an ex-Companion, if they know what that is. That's just part of life for us. Sometimes it works to our advantage, sometimes it's just fucking annoying but there's no way to just have it not happen."

"Ah..." Fanner said, looking down at his clothes with renewed uncertainty.

"My point wasn't that you should be even more insecure," Lucas said.

"My point was, well, fuck them. Don't cater to that bullshit. Be what you are or what you want to be seen as, and make everyone else do the work to figure it out."

"He's right," Yore added when Fanner shot him an uncertain glance.

"People can be quick to judge and slow to reconsider their views but you can't win the game by shaping yourself into something perfectly inoffensive. If you don't like the clothes, don't wear them but I hope you don't hide yourself away because you're afraid of taking up space or drawing attention to yourself. You're allowed to exist. You're allowed to take pride in yourself."

"Also, you look sharp as fuck," Hamish added.

Fanner clutched at Yore's arm but he was smiling.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

[maeve-is-annoying-about-books]

Light From Uncommon Stars, June

Oh Tamiko...

As a content warning, I'm going to end up talking about self-harm. You can come back at the line below if you're uncomfortable with this topic.

I got to have a bit of a bitter laugh at Ellen's reaction to Tamiko's cutting. It rings so harshly true to the experience. Here is a girl who is wounded, she is openly bleeding in front of her teacher. And all that instructor can say in return is a comment on how other people will see the scars when she plays. It's so casually callous to the core issue and only serves to expound it. Seriously, I would call it comedic how little attention is paid to open wounds of self harm, if I hadn't experienced this exact kind of behavior first-hand.

Compare this to Shizuka, who listens to Katrina's outpourings. Nothing is related back to how she plays or how it debilitates her successes or is unseemly. Katrina's pain is taken as-is. I like that Shizuka offers nothing but a comforting meal, it's exactly what her student needs. And Grandma's Lieu's reaction is my own, smiling at the family next door.

~~~

Welcome back to the preparations of the Classically Camellia Showcase. It's no competition. In reality it's just a dinky little thing, but it is a stage. And both Katrina and Tamiko have a voice to share now. The video game song that Shizuka ornamented just for her student is a very special touch, once again she's gone out of her way to get Katrina to bloom. Compare this to Tamiko who wants more than anything to be hewn like a stone int the shape of Kiana Choi.

To that end, we also have a new dress! Like after a de-stressing Cinnabon. Ever more hints this book knows me too well, donuts and Cinnabons are my all-time favorite confections. Gosh I want a donut with my tea now so badly—

Ahem. Yes, dress-shopping. Shizuka's take-no-shit attitude is so refreshing. I can see in my mind how many people would tend to call her bitchy but let's not get into the entirety of how woman characters get scrutinized for being direct. I'll be here for hours complaining about the term "bitchy" alone. She's harsh with others and their preconceptions, I like how out-of-the question Katrina wearing boy clothes is to her. Because she knows it's not actually what her student wants, she's being socially pressured into doing so. Her clear distaste for the people who deride her student is clear, and she's right. She sees the woman within that everyone else is willing to dismiss on whatever superficial evidence happens to catch their fancy. Shizuka has, of course, seen Katrina's soul, and is baffled that anyone could miss something so beautiful.

As for the store itself, I feel that it's easy to forget how refreshing something as simple as someone confirming your pronouns can be. Even if I use the boring she/her the act alone is like letting out a breath you didn't know you were holding. That you are in a place where you're safe. Where you don't have to look around before kissing your girlfriend. That you don't have to be on alert every time you hold her hand. The shop attendant provides precisely that sort of place.

There's something really special about places like these. Acceptance that allows you to feel at one with yourself. All so that you can finally ask why more people can't be like this. It's a simple thing, after all. It's free, it costs no energy. And yet it seems so hard to find these oases when and where you most need them. Like for your first dress, here.

The Endplague, to me, reads as a breakdown of all these things. It doesn't have to be the literal thing itself, I mean the idea of it. The idea that nothing matters, everything is absurd, and we're all going to die anyway so what's the point? What's the point of asking for someone's pronouns when they're going to be noting in so short a time? Why withhold any cruelty on your way to achieve your dream? Or stop and sniff a flower when the skies are falling? The Endplague is this existential feeling of nothing mattering. Entire civilizations who capitulate to the futility of it all. And it leaves me in Shizuka's boat on the matter, where's their music? Where were their stories to give that sort of meaning?

Just as it's interesting to see Lan's perspective of humans from the outside, it's fascinating to she galactic society from the eyes of a woman who knows that there's an eternal realm of suffering after this one. To her the end of the universe must mean the same thing as any other kind of death. She would simply just be in Hell. It's such an idealistic clash that makes it worth chewing on. Like an Olive Garden bread stick.

I wonder what Katrina is going to sing while onstage. With her violin, Aubergine.

[spidey-loving-starkid]

I posted 22,972 times in 2022

That's 4,977 more posts than 2021!

45 posts created (0%)

22,927 posts reblogged (100%)

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I tagged 465 of my posts in 2022

#vampire academy - 99 posts

#va - 92 posts

#vampire academy television show - 88 posts

#va tv - 82 posts

#buffy the vampire slayer - 58 posts

#btvsedit - 54 posts

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#peter parker - 41 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#adrian being like ‘heck yeah an opportunity to dance with rose.’ and ‘what?? what’s wrong with this??’ innocently but not super innocently.

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

DIMITRI LEANING IN CLOSE TO ROSE AND WHISPERING IN HER EAR WHILE CALLING HER “ROZA”.

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#4

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66 notes - Posted July 24, 2022

#3

That new Andrew Garfield television show ‘Under The Banner Of Heaven’ is v good and each episode is a really great length and feels satisfying and has great pacing and each episode feels like it ends in a satisfying place so each episode feels full and purposeful and intentional as to why it ends when it does, not just narriatively, but also technically speaking, like almost like a full movie where it’s like “yes of course it ends there” without telegraphing it in really obvious ways the way that with a lot of media you can tell when it’s about to end, and it’s overall really well made and entertaining to watch and it makes me glad that you don’t feel the NEED to binge it because of the way that it’s made makes it feel ok to stop after each episode, which is also really refreshing in a space where most video media rn feels like it encourages audiences to continue binge watching and press play on the next thing and the next thing, be it television shows, movies, online video content, etc. and having a show that’s made in 2022 that provides ample space to stop after each episode, while not feeling over-stuffed or like you have to stop to digest everything, but more like there is space to stop if you want to, is very welcome rn.

Having said that I want to watch the next episode rn like immediately. Not because the show was created to encourage binge-watching it, but because that’s such a great and well made show rn that, comparitively, watching other media that’s being released publicly at the same time as ‘Under The Banner Of Heaven’ is being released rn in 2022, it feels like I’ve been eating chocolate for a week and rn I really want some fruit.

88 notes - Posted May 12, 2022

#2

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My #1 post of 2022

People who complained in 2012 that Andrew Garfield was too attractive to play Peter Parker probably didn’t read many Spidey comics before then coz Peter Parker’s canonically hot shit. Famous actress and supermodel MJ Watson?? Gwendolyn Stacy?? FELICIA HARDY A.K.A. BLACK CAT?? Literally characters who had no idea that Peter’s Spider-Man wanted to date him AS WELL AS characters who didn’t care much about the Peter Parker side of him. From practically every direction there’s somebody being like “yeah I used to have a crush on him.” like honestly. Yes Peter Parker’s a super intelligent person with a good heart who would literally die to help people, but he also literally married a supermodel.

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Bertrand’s death was an incredible emotional hook for the campaign, it was such a clever move on Travis’s part, and I’m so excited to meet his new character... but all the same, I’ll always be wistful for the alternate timeline where Bertrand lived.

The timeline where the party slowly, slowly grew fond of him. Imogen realising that being around him can be oddly refreshing, because however much dumb shit he has in his head, there’s no malice there, no viciousness, and Bertrand’s harmless nonsense can be such a breath of air after all the ugly things that people think. Orym working Bertrand through a firm but patient training regime so he can get those fighter levels back. Dorian finishing Bertrand’s song and Bertrand loving it, not even because it’s all about him, but because someone actually thought he was worth making a song for. FCG getting to the root of some of Bertrand’s issues (’I feel like your stories come from a disconnect between the person you want to be and the person you feel you are!’) The party still making fun of Bertrand, but gods help anyone else who insults him within their earshot.

And Bertrand, for his part, becoming fiercely fond of the party, because it’s the first time since Lieve’tel that anyone’s actually liked him. His boasts no longer being about himself: ‘What do you mean, you’ve not heard of Dorian Storm, the silver-tongued swordsman? Not heard of the terrifying, reality-warping powers of Laudna, the Warlock of Whitestone? And I’ll have you know that young, um, Ashford here once split the skull of a slaad in a single strike!’ (He’s fibbing. It was two strikes.)

Bertrand getting to brag about his heroics, and have every word finally be true. But not feeling the need to boast quite so much anymore, because he doesn’t need strangers to think that he’s something now. His grandkids friends think he’s something, and that’s enough.

I’m glad this ridiculous grandpa got to die content, and I’m so hyped for whatever timeline we’re going to have. But still... I’m probably always going to think about the timeline where, in his late seventies, Bertrand Bell got to have the best damn years of his life.

[tooweirdforyou]

How The OP Boys Say “I Love You” To Their S/O

How You Know He Loves You- idk man

A/N : enjoy.

includes » Ace, Sabo, Luffy, law, Sanji, Zoro, Marco, Rosinante, Kid, Shanks, Mihawk, Katakuri, Izo, Koby, Cavendish,

Summary : the boys’ own way of saying “I love you”, with their own words and ways. Or, how you know he loves you.

? Wait did I do this before? I don’t even know. also these aren’t GREAT, but they aren’t HORRIBLE. Yk? Honestly tho, some of these seem like they’re all over the place, which yes, they might be. UGH IT WAS SO HARD THO.

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Monkey D. Luffy

Luffy loves you like an adventure. Everything is new and always fun to try with him, and no matter what happens, you don’t ever regret it, because you’re doing it with him.

He’s persistent in staying with you everywhere, he wants to do everything with you. He tends to invite you ( by pulling your hand ) to do crazy things with him and away from the others so you’re alone.

He’s always showing off his skills and stupidity in order to make you laugh, because your smile is the best thing he’s ever seen and giggles are the beautiful sound he treasures.

His actions are genuine when he holds your hand and pulls you to his side all the time, with the warmest, loving grin.

Luffy always makes sure to remind you to never give up hope.

“Let’s go on an adventure together, [Name].”

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Roronoa Zoro

Zoro loves you like you’re his one and only. No one has priority over you, ( except maybe Luffy ), and you will always be his, if you’ll let him.

Zoro is not a man of many words when it comes to his own emotions and feelings, so he shows it through his actions.

He always has an eye on you, so wherever you are is where he ‘sleeps’ so he can keep you close, his swords at his side to protect you from danger, ( but he knows you can handle yourself. )

Zoro is the perfect person to lend a comforting shoulder and ear. He will listen to every single one of your problems intently and if he can, will offer the best advice you’ll hear, even if it’s a bit harshly. However, whatever got you so down, Zoro will bring you back up.

Zoro is always reminding you that you are strong, no matter how tough things get.

“Oi, come take a nap with me. I could use a body pillow.”

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Portgas D. Ace

Ace loves you like a gentleman, respecting boundaries, bowing to the elderly you pass by together and always ready to pick you up for your date at seven, bouquet of flowers in hand.

If Ace is good at anything, it’s knowing how to distract you with a good time. He knows the best way to bring a beautiful smile to your lips and can easily make sure to avoid the thoughts that brought you down in the first place.

He’ll share stories that will make you die of laughter or feel so wholesome that you literally melt at how sweet it is.

The few times he expresses and shares his insecurities to you, something he hides within him because he trusts you enough to do so. He loves your understanding and comfort for him.

Ace always reminds you that you’ll be okay, even at the worst times.

“You are the light of my life.”

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Chief of Staff Sabo

Sabo loves you like a prince. He holds the door for you, takes your hand so you don’t fall, has the most charismatic smile on his face and is just so charming.

Sabo will remember the littlest things, the smallest details that you yourself don’t even know until he reminds you, and because of this, you are often gifted the most memorable and cherishing gifts, like the scarf you two bought for your perfect snowman, to the necklace you were staring a little too longingly at on display.

He’s always busy, but he doesn’t hesitate to drop whatever he has just for you. He will run through fire if it means you’ll stop crying or if you’ll be happy to see him. You are his lifeline, his soul, his love.

He may not know how to properly cheer you up like his brothers can, but he knows that he wants the best for you. If you need space, you got it. You need some tender loving cuddles and buckets of ice cream while watching Disney movies? Vanilla or chocolate ice cream?

Sabo reminds you that you deserve happiness and peace.

“Whenever you need me, I’ll be there.”

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Trafalgar D. Water Law

Law loves you like you’re his savior, someone who’s always there during his time of need and insecurities, by his side when he needs you most.

He’s a little blunt and straightforward occasionally, but he’s honest somewhat. He won’t ever tell you his feelings until he deems it the right time, but you can tell he has feelings by the change in treatment.

He’ll keep you closer to him, making excuses by saying that he needs you to help him with the supply run, or that he needs your assistance with a particular menial task.

He’s awkward and shy about it at first but he cares and that’s all you need to know. Especially once you catch him during one of his weaker times, the anniversary of a particular someone rolling around, where he’s locked in his room. He needs you beside him, so please don’t leave him when he needs you.

Law reminds you that you are human, that it’s okay to be vulnerable.

“Just stay here with me.”

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Vinsmoke Sanji

Sanji loves you like a god/goddess. He will treat you with the utmost respect and care and offers you everything you could possibly want or need, just say the word.

His genuine, endless daily compliments are given to you with pure love and passion, his daily refreshments and snacks to keep you energized and hydrated keeps an eye out for your health.

He makes sure you know the true meaning of flattery, chivalry and love, because that is all he can show you.

However, under that chivalrous exterior, is his calmer, understanding loving self, where he shows his true self and when he finally shares this side with you, where he holds his insecurities, it’s the true honor and love you can receive. And it’s even better, when you become the one who loves for him in return during this time.

Sanji reminds you that you deserve to be and are loved.

“You are my world, my everything.”

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Marco The Phoenix

Marco loves you like a married couple who grew old together, still playing jokes and having fun to life’s fullest, no matter your age.

He’s constantly lecturing you for the smallest things repeatedly, since you always seem to forget. His lectures lack any annoyance or malice though, he’s just kind of done with you sometimes.

Nonetheless, he’s taking care of you more than you think, always the first one there whenever you need help. He’s always prepared for whatever you need so you don’t have to look for it and get worried.

He’s stern at times but he loves you more than you could ever know, often questioning himself whenever he’s beside you. He half-lidded eyes watching you with warmth and admiration because you always look so determined.

Marco always reminds you that you are free. To live life to its fullest and however you wish.

“Let me fly you to the moon.”

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Donquixote Rosinante

Rosinante loves you like a husband, he treats you like his wife, either you or him welcoming each other home after being gone for so long and greeting each other with a loving kiss each time.

He knows just how tough things can be and as much as he tries to make things right, he knows how bad situations really are and no matter how much he wants to cry or get angry, he always holds a smile, in front of you. To assure you that things will be okay.

He gives the warmest hugs, and knows that, so whenever you’re angry or sad, or just randomly at times, Rosi envelops you into a large hug, waddling you back and forth a few times, you feel instant relief and content, which makes him smile.

His priority will always be you, even if he’s hundreds of thousands miles away, he will find his way back home to you. He surprises you with the littlest gifts; being flowers, jewelry, candles, or more.

Rosi will always remind you to smile, even during the hardest times.

“I will protect you.”

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Eustass Kid

Kid loves you like a game, it’s unexpected, unpredictable of what will happen and it’s exciting and thrilling. For you both, one wrong move, and the other is gone for good, but perhaps, second chances/rematches are available.

He can be brash and a bit much, but Kid has high respect for anyone who actually makes it onto his crew and can actually tolerate him, you included.

He’s loud and wild but that only makes it part of the fun. With such a short fuse, as long as you play your cards right and pick your moments to bite back, it’s kind of fun knowing how dangerous it can be with a guy like Kid, and he also loves it equally, because your feistiness is attractive.

Being a bad bitch that doesn’t play by the rules is so incredibly attractive and Kid knows how to reward and punish so tread carefully. ;) however, he has his down moments and as annoying he can be, he does appreciate the effort you give if you try to comfort him. He’ll be harsh about it but eventually, he just wants you to be with him in the end.

Kid reminds you to rebel, take risks and enjoy the thrill of getting in dangerous situation every once in a while, breaking a few rules doesn’t hurt anybody. Most of the time.

“Don’t fucking ever leave me.. okay?”

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Dracule Mihawk

Mihawk loves you like you’re an empress, only the finest and highest quality for you, nothing else can compare.

Mihawk will buy you the most expensive dress that suits you, with an equally expensive matching jewelry to go with. Not to mention the heels, and, tch, how could he forget the roses you require? Despicable.

As much as he loves to show you off, he despises the stares of awe and admiration you receive whenever you go out, so his possessiveness takes over and he has an arm around your waist at all times, successfully showing you’re taken and to back off if they don’t wish to be cut into oblivion.

He trains you to handle yourself, obviously, you should know at least some basic skills. He’s not too hard on you but does push you to keep going until you truly wish to stop. It’s only because he’s worried that one day, he won’t be there and won’t be able to protect you.

Mihawk reminds you that you are a queen/king, a strong person who shall hold your ground and never back down from fear and show your bravery.

“Come here, mi amor.”

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Red Haired Shanks

Shanks loves you like you’re his future. It’s an unknown journey, but he’s there for the ride and whatever may happen, he’s there staying and won’t be going anywhere, unless it’s with you.

The red head is a goofball, he drinks, parties and messes around but he is an incredible captain and genuine to a fault. So when he expresses kindness, it is purely from his heart and not out of manners.

He is extremely playful and yet when down to business, he is calm, collected, and cool. He knows just what to say in tough situations and great comforting advice, so he’s the one to go to when you’re feeling down. And as laid back as he is, disrespect to those he loves is the one shit he won’t take.

He’ll hold you close and with his signature grin, compliment you and tell you how much he appreciates you and as soon as someone lays a finger on you, his hand is on the hilt of the sword and he waits three seconds for an explanation before he cuts them down. No one messes with his beloved.

Shanks reminds you of loyalty. To always protect and care for those close to you, and keep that built up trust and bond you created with them.

“Trust me. I won’t let go of you.”

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Charlotte Katakuri

Katakuri loves you like you’re glass, he’s careful, protective, cautious and treats you like you’re fragile, because he’s afraid of hurting you.

He’s larger than most, he’s aware of that, so he always takes the precautions to be aware of his surroundings, especially when you are around. He wants you safe and he will be devastated if he is the cause of your pain.

His large stature is a blessing to you though, because cuddling is so comfortable and comforting, it’s amazing. You can curl up and relax and just be at ease with him, because he’s so protective of you, even from his family members. He often keeps you away from Cracker and Perospero, in the slightest chance that they try to take you away from him.

He’ll be extremely heartbroken if Big Mom doesn’t approve of you, but his love for you is stronger, so he’ll keep it a secret if he has to but eventually, he’ll pray and wish for her blessing, asking the help of his siblings to convince her.

Katakuri reminds you of family, that even friends or crewmates are family and love you all the same.

“I will be here for you.”

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Captain Koby

Koby loves you like a typical high school crush. He’s all shy and blushy, and evidently embarrassed when the pretty one at school is talking to him, ( that’s you. ).

He’s like the wallflower type, who tries to blend in but somehow, he sticks out in a way that lures you to him, like he’s hit the jackpot.

He is incredibly sweet, and his shyness is so adorable. You can’t help but coo whenever you see his red cheeks and soft smile of care he offers.

Always helps you with everything, will take the blame whenever you get in trouble, takes the suffering and pain when guys try to mess with you, and no matter how tough things get, he’s holding a brave face for you.

Koby reminds you of kindness, treat everyone with care and kindness, and it goes a long way.

“If you fall, I’ll be there to catch you.”

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16th Division Commander Izo

Izo loves you like you’re a painting, he thinks you are true beauty, inside and out, you are a work of art, a true Mother Nature masterpiece born. One to be admired.

The type to be there. He’ll hold your hair while you vomit, rubbing soothing circles on your back while you cry, painting your nails while you complain about Ace, assure your perfection when you’re feeling insecure.

Best advice giver, holds no judgements at all. He’ll help with anything, because you need him. Romantic advice, friendship, sexual advice ;), he will help you any way he can.

He truly admires you, not because of your beauty, but your strength to be able to cry. Crying doesn’t mean weakness but rather, strength to be able to move forward even in the worst of times.

Izo reminds you that you are beautiful, no matter what anyone thinks or says.

“You are true beauty, my love.”

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Cavendish Of The White Horse

Cavendish loves you like you’re a princess, and he is your handsome Prince Charming.

Every thing he does it like from a fairytale, if it involved a rather.. bit of a narcissistic Prince Charming. But he means well, because he still treats you like a real princess.

He gives you daily horseback rides, teaching you with his strong arms wrapped around yours and his black fancy hat on top of your head, as you two ride around and share laughs and memories.

And even through his big ego, he still makes sure to compliment you, tell you how proud he is of you and how much he truly admires you for your strong will and determination, because he really does love you. More than you know.

Cavendish reminds you that dreams can come true, sometimes it just takes a leap of faith and effort.

“I will treat you like the princess you are and deserve to be.”

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A/N : 15 fucking people and having to think of different things while I’m distracted is so HARD. 😭 please tell me you enjoyed though ;-;

but did I do this already? God I can’t remember a thing, especially since I still haven’t updated my masterlists- and I’m terribly sorry if this really is all over the place ;-; also apologies if this is repetitive for some of them! It really is difficult yk ;-;

[berriesandjunnie]

❝ til death do us part ❞

┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° synopsis we were a pair but i saw you there, too much to bear. you were my life but life is far away from fair. ┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° genre & tags angst / criminal!au / warnings for death, murder, suicide - you were warned these are heavy descriptions / hao and reader are a duo ┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° pairing minghao x afab!reader ┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° w.c 2.4k words

┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° author’s note summary is lyrics from ‘no time to die’ by billie eilish

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“Yet another homicide attack happened last night at five-star hotel chain in Seoul with a total of twelve victims,” the news reporter announced solemnly on the coffee shop’s TV, “this tragic event follows a gas attack that took place just last week with thirty-nine victims. The Seoul Police Department not only believe that these two attacks are connected but also believe that the hospital attack last year may be linked too.”

You drummed your nails on the table, your gaze falling from the TV to the unsuspecting customers of the coffee shop who had began to mumble amongst themselves regarding the news report they’d just witnessed on live television. You scoffed lightly, taking a sip from the mug of coffee you’d ordered just to look ordinary. You were finding it hard to believe that the police department were only now beginning to believe all these attacks were linked. Between the two of you, your partner and yourself had taken over two hundred victims in the last five years, using differentiating methods every time but always targeting the wealthy. 

On this particular day, you were eyeing up a government official as he drank coffee with his wife over a slice of carrot cake. You rolled your eyes, looking away from the couple as you awaited your next orders.

“Y/n?” the familiar voice spoke up in the ear piece you were hiding with your hair. You sat up immediately, “I’ve cut the CCTV. Remember to act like a victim.”

A hum came from your throat even though he wouldn’t hear it, reaching into your bag and pulling out a small cannister of gas. You placed it on the seat beside you, hiding it as you pulled it open and held your breath. It began to fill the room with a foggy smoke, choking those who were unaware. You took that as your sign to escape to fresh air, grabbing your bag in your hand and making a break for the coffee shop’s door. 

It burst open, flinging you onto the concrete outside as you pretended to splutter and cough as bystanders rushed to your side.

“Are you okay ma’am?” A woman asked, crouching beside you as you pretended to cry in response to the attack you’d just been a ‘victim’ too. 

“Help them!” you cried out, pointing to the coffee shop, “there are others in there!”

A crowd rushed towards the coffee shop, trying to waft away the gas with their hands as they tried to enter, listening to the pained screams of those inside as the gas took them down. 

“Good job,” Minghao purred in your ear proudly, “I’ll meet you back at the apartment.”

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The saucepan began to bubble over with boiling water as Minghao took no notice of it, his eyes following you as you emerged into the kitchen fresh out of the shower. You needed to wash any remaining gas from your body before it affected you long term as a result of your own actions, so you’d taken an incredibly refreshing shower in response. Wandering to beside Minghao, you lifted the saucepan’s lid and let the bubbles simmer down as you glanced up at him and he jolted back to life, taking the lid from your hand and beginning to stir the contents of the saucepan. 

You rose a brow, leaning back on the counter as you watched him stir.

“Do they suspect you?” Minghao suddenly asked to break the silence and you shook your head, folding your arms across your chest as you tilted your head back.

“No. At least I think I’m a good enough actor by now.” You mused and Minghao scoffed, sending you a look. You jutted out your lower lip, about to bite back with a whine when Minghao cut you off.

“We should lay low for now,” he sighed, turning down the heat on the oven hob he was using, “they’ll remember your face from today - especially if you play the victim role again.”

Relaxing your tense shoulders, you nodded. The two of you had committed three attacks within the past seven days and the Seoul police were high on alert to catch the culprits. The last thing either of you wanted now was to be caught. 

“Go sit down, I’ll finish cooking dinner.” You mumbled, playfully pushing Minghao away from the oven with your hip. He chuckled, leaving the kitchen promptly before you turned sour. 

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You wandered down the quiet Seoul street, intaking the night’s air as you listened to the screams for help a few streets away - that is where everyone had rushed to, after all. You began to whistle, admiring the neon lights of vendors and the aromas coming from their stalls. Things were going swell and you were hoping the wealthy were counting their last pennies by now. 

Your eyes fell on an officer not too far ahead of you, approaching your direction. With your heart thudding in your ribcage, you quickly turned into the convenience store you were soon to pass. A curse left your mouth in the form of a hushed whisper, beginning to wander the aisles as if you were actually shopping - did he recognise you?

“Excuse me, ma’am?” a male spoke from behind you and you whipped around on your heel, startled as you faced the officer, “sorry but you were the surviving victim of that gas attack a few weeks ago, right?”

Swallowing a lump in your throat, you furrowed your brows and nodded in response to his question.

“Yes officer,” you pretended to continue to browse the aisle, humming a little, “did you find the culprit?”

“Not yet ma’am, what are you doing in this area?” He narrowed his eyes at your odd behaviour as you tensed under his gaze.

“My flatmate got her monthly,” you said oh-so-calmly, hoping it would sway him as an uncomfortable topic, “she’s basically bedridden so I’ve come to get some of the things she craves.”

“That’s very kind of you ma’am, I’ll leave you be.” The officer bid his farewell, promptly leaving the store. You let out a deep breath that you’d been holding for so long it had left your lungs aching, leaning back on the refrigerated section’s doors as your body felt oddly weak. 

Hao, you thought to yourself as you closed your eyes, as long as they don’t suspect Hao.

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The waves crashed at your feet, your toes buried in the sand as you both admired the way the sunset was rippling in the waves. Minghao had sudden stress regarding a criminal friend of his being arrested so you had suggested the two of you went to his safe place - the beach. It was well known between those who knew the two of you that you used to spend a lot of time at this specific beach before you turned to a life of crime, targeting the wealthy Korean population out of spite. Minghao could sit and listen to the waves all day and once upon a time, he would meditate to them. 

“Hao,” you mumbled, barely audible over the sound of the waves as he turned to look down at you, “now isn’t the time but they’re suspecting me.”

Minghao made a soft noise, a small smile on his face as he looked back at the sunset. The warm breeze hugged the two of you, the only affection either of you had felt in a long time. 

“I know,” he admitted, closing his eyes for a few seconds, “I won’t let them take you.”

“Don’t be so stupid, Hao,” you laughed lightly, hitting his shoulder gentle which caused him to open his eyes once more, “if they get me, run for it. Even if it’s back to China, you know I won’t dob you into them.”

“They know the attacks are being committed by a duo, y/n, they’ll torture you to death.” Minghao shook his head, as if trying to shake the image from his mind. He turned to face you, admiring the orange reflection of the sunset in your eyes as you looked up at him. He cracked a smile, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as he thought about how stupid he must be at that moment in time. 

“They can do whatever they like to me, I refuse to let them hurt you.” You bit back, furrowing your brows as you tried to read his face but he was expressionless once more. Years ago, Minghao wouldn’t have cared - so why did he care now?

“You’ve always been so stubborn, y/n.” He sighed, flicking your forehead. You scowled, flipping him off and eliciting a chuckle from the Chinese man. 

-

Another ruthless attack, another rush of adrenaline as the two of you ran from the burning building. Minghao’s grasp on your wrist tightened as he tugged you down a narrow alleyway between two stores, the two of you panting for breath as you leaned against the brick wall. 

“Jesus-” you breathed, gasping slightly, “do you think we’re in the clear?”

Minghao didn’t respond as he stared down at you, his chest rising and falling heavily. You were staring at the entrance of the alleyway, catching your breath as you kept an eye out for anybody who may have followed you. When Minghao didn’t respond, you turned your gaze back to him, opening your mouth to say his name. His body pressed yours against the wall, a hand beside your head as the tall male leaned down and pressed his lips to you in the moment. 

Heated from adrenaline and years of hidden emotions, the two of you moulded together and didn’t part until your lungs were crying for oxygen, pained. With wide eyes, you stared up at him. You couldn’t tell at that time whether you wanted to punch him straight in the chest or grab his shirt and pull him back for another kiss but you chose the latter, grabbing a fistful of his plain black tee shirt and pressing your lips together once more as the ringing sirens of the emergency services echoed throughout the neighbourhood.

-

Minghao’s stress regarding his arrested friend was perfectly justifiable as your backs pressed against a cargo container, the two of you trapped in a warehouse you’d ran into to escape the law enforcement after an attack got ambushed. Minghao swore under his breath, one of his bony hands reaching to hold yours as his other hand reached for his pocketed handgun. Your hands were both clammy, fumbling to intertwine your fingers as you kept your eyes ahead of you, listening to the callouts of the officers surrounding you. 

“Is this it for us?” you whispered to Minghao as the footsteps got nearer, “he dobbed us in, didn’t he?”

“We’re going to get out of here,” Minghao replied quietly, his narrowed eyes darting to the nearest sound he heard, “and I’m going to send his ass to hell.”

There must have been twenty officers before you both, their weapons pointed at you. They must have felt so accomplished, cornering the infamous murderers that had Seoul in the palms of their hands - although by this point you’d become serial killers. Minghao would gloat about that sometimes but now it was time to accept the consequences that being a serial killer come with. 

“Put your hands up where we can see them and drop your weapons!” An officer yelled from where he had his gun’s sight locked onto your head. You went to drop your gun but Minghao scoffed loudly.

“Why should we?” He sneered, taking a step forward and breaking your connected hands. You reached for him, briefly missing him as he stepped out of your reach while you called out a quiet “Hao!” in a hissed voice. 

“Do not take another step forward, sir!” the officer yelled once more, his hands shaking slightly as Minghao appeared to approach him, “follow orders, right now!”

Minghao boldly took one more step and the piercing sound of a gun being shot rang in your ears, time slowing down as your wide eyes watched the scene. Your face turned pale, yelling out his name one more time as you recognised Minghao wasn’t going to step out of the way of the bullet’s track. Tears stinging your eyes so badly your vision became a blur, you pushed Minghao’s lanky figure out of the way with your shoulder and a searing, burning feeling flared through the right side of your chest. 

You coughed, blood trickling out of your mouth as your eyes fell to the bullet wound in your body before they found their way to Minghao’s startled form. Vision hazy, you weakly raised a hand in his direction.

“Hao-” You fell to your knees, struggling to breathe as Minghao shook his head, quickly throwing himself to your side as he held your shoulder. Your grip on your gun loosened and it fell to the concrete below you.

“Y/n, look at me,” Minghao’s voice rushed out, flickering between Chinese and Korean in a panic but you had long learnt Chinese so that you could understand the only man you’d ever loved, “I’m so sorry.”

Another cough forced itself out of your body, blood splattering onto both of your clothes as Minghao held you to his chest, his breathing falling heavy as he let tears run down his cheeks as if they were racing. His hands gripped whatever they could on you, your hair or your clothing as he tried to grasp the stupid act you’d just committed for him.

“I love you, Hao.” You croaked, your voice barely audible even if you had spoke as normal as you slowly ceased to breathe, falling still against him. Minghao froze, quickly lifting your body to stare at your face through the haze of his vision as he called out your name. You never responded, your eyes never once blinking. The sound of a gun cocking to Minghao’s right caused him to lift his gaze to the officers surrounding him.

He leaned you against him once more, his hand reaching for your handgun you’d dropped at your side. He cocked it, his hands shaking as he could barely contain himself anymore. The cold metal of the gun pressed against the underneath of his chin, his lower lip trembling as he let out a choked sob.

“I love you too.” He whispered before his finger curled back on the trigger and his sight went black. 

[oro-e-diamanti]

Quiet Music: Tuning (Prologue)

In collaboration with @bethanysnow

Soft glances across a tour bus, friends who know you too well and tight quarters make for embarrassingly romantic situations.

Content | Fluff with eventual smut (will be indicated on each chapter accordingly)

Pairing | Damiano x fem!Reader

Word Count | 1955

Taglist (feel free to ask to be added or removed for this chapter story!) | @ginny-lily @ethaneskin @tabi-toast @mywritingonlyfans @manesimp @ohtorchio @daddydamiano @damianodavide @tiaamberxx

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Deep breath in. Deep breath out.

Y/n tried to get a look through the windows of the restaurant, feeling uncomfortable with the thought of being the first - or the last - to arrive, but the sun was too bright, and all she could get a glance of was her own reflection. She looked fine, she decided. Casual pants, casual blouse, a blazer on top. Nothing too fancy but professional enough to be taken seriously.

Right, this was it, she thought, as she pushed the doors to the restaurant open. It wasn't hard to spot the group. Since moving to Italy, she'd seen plenty of attractive groups of young people - but none of them quite this attractive. They seemed to catch everyone's eyes, charming the people around them without even trying. She knew they were all about extravagant clothes and makeup, but even today, in the most regular outfits she had ever seen them in, they had a certain aura around them.

Keeping her head high and her face friendly, she walked over to the group, happy to see them notice her and stop their loud bantering. All of them stood up, immediately engulfing her in hugs one after another, and she only stumbled for a moment before the surprise of it all passed. She had googled them extensively before, she considered that her job as well, but she didn't mind the little refresher as all of them announced their names in greeting. She made some more mental notes. Victoria, also called Vic - gorgeous little blonde, bassist, extroverted, welcoming. Ethan - the smoothest, long black hair she had ever seen on a man, drummer, quiet and polite. Thomas - looking straight out of a classic rock band from the '70s or '80s, guitarist, lanky but fun. And Damiano.

Oh, dear. The tour hadn't even started yet but she knew she was in deep trouble. That man - he looked like he had been sculpted by the Gods. He had those eyes that drew you in and made you feel completely naked, a jawline to die for, gorgeous hair and a smile that you couldn't believe could ever be directed at you. She knew that there was no way a man like him could be interested in a woman like her - but she also knew that she would most likely not stop getting that tingling feeling every time she caught his eye. Tour was going to be fun.

***

Damiano hadn't been all that excited about the meeting. Sure, they were going to discuss the upcoming European tour and he was dying to go play shows again, but meetings like these usually droned on and on with information he was going to forget about anyway. On top of that, their tour manager had announced they'd be meeting her new assistant for the first time, and new people always came with their own challenges.

All of that vanished from his head the second the woman stepped into the restaurant. He wasn't sure why, but he immediately knew she was the one they had been waiting for. She looked nice, if a little unspectacular, and greeted them with polite professionalism. Only seconds after everyone had given her their names and a welcoming hug - damn, she smelled inviting - their manager bustled into the restaurant as well, busy as always, but constantly in charge and aware of what needed to be done.

"Okay, okay, I see everyone else is already here, this is Y/n, everyone, Y/n, this is the band, now everyone sit down and let's talk business."

Business mainly consisted of talking about the route the tour would take, sizes of venues, ways of travelling, and hotels they were going to stay at. Y/n nodded, taking more than enough notes even though they'd all get little portfolios with all the information anyway, and Damiano couldn't stop watching her and the way her pen was gliding over the pages. Every now and then she looked up at him and he was quick to go back to paying attention to their tour manager instead. The conversation had turned to their setlist, songs they wanted to do, covers they were thinking about trying, and he was more interested in that anyway.

"Right, I've gotta take this."

Damiano hadn't even noticed the manager's phone ringing before she jumped up to take the call outside, once again catching himself staring at the new assistant. Victoria's attention was immediately back on her.

"So, Y/n, tell us a bit more about you."

***

A slight panic rushed through her at Victoria's question. Of course, she knew they'd want to get to know her better, she was going to accompany them on tour for a whole month, it was only natural. Yet, four pairs of eyes belonging to some of the most attractive people in the business now all focusing on her was slightly unnerving.

"Uh, well, I normally work security for venues. I have been a P.A. for three years now, different clients, bands, influencers-" She couldn't help cringe at the last part, but simply kept going. She knew how important a first impression was and she wasn't going to blow it. "I'm from the UK but I moved to Italy for university, doing languages and translation, so I can help out with that as well. Got the offer for this job from someone I'd worked with before, and here I am."

Looking at Victoria with undivided attention, then at the rest of the group, gauging how her answer was received. Straight to the point, addressing the question, but nothing more.

"So, what about you guys? Excited for the tour?" Y/n asked, deflecting. Enough attention had been placed on her person already. Vic tilted her head in bemusement, possibly at the quiet nature of their new assistant. Ethan shot Damiano a look, sensing the air change around him ever so slightly.

"Yeah, we are all happy. See more of Europe and everything, meet new people. Visit new clubs," Thomas suggested, raising an eyebrow at Victoria.

"Yes! New clubs! Do you dance, Y/n? Or go out at all?"

"Oh, dear, no. I don't have the time. I do enjoy going out, but mainly to museums and cafés. I don't think the nighttime is for me, I'm more than happy to stay in and prepare for the next day."

***

Damiano couldn’t help but raise his eyebrows at the woman. She sounded ambitious enough, and if their tour manager had specifically chosen her, she would probably do a good job, but personality-wise she seemed to be the polar opposite of the band. He usually liked getting to know his crew on evenings out, nothing revealed a person’s true colours the way alcohol could, but she was talking about museums and staying in. He couldn’t help being doubtful.

Still, he couldn’t help notice her adorable smile, the way her shyness peaked through, and how her grip on the pen tightened when the attention was on her. So, she was cute. Didn’t necessarily mean she’d be a good fit for the job - only time would tell.

Their tour manager hastily came back, dropping the portfolios in front of everyone, and told them to call her if they had any questions, otherwise, everything would happen as outlined in the booklet. Quickly drowning the rest of his drink, Damiano bustled outside with the others, only realizing that the new assistant and their manager had stayed inside for a private conversation when he lit his cigarette.

***

If the phrase 'Hate to have you leave, but love to watch you walk away' ever applied to anyone, it was this band, Y/n decided as she watched them go outside. Damiano was on the other side of the window with the rest of the band, everyone but Victoria grabbing a cigarette, and she couldn't help but stare. She didn't smoke herself, but some romantic notion still prevailed as the smoke was dripping off their lips.

Their manager handed her some papers she specifically would need in her role. She commented on how she thought it went well and that she hoped they would all get along. Y/n agreed that they seemed to be a group of people passionate about their job, their creation, and their performance, and that suited her just fine. So, they may be rockstars, all about Gucci outfits and posed photos, but the people they were behind all the spectacle made her heart flutter with possibilities. She was going to see the world with these people. And that was more than exciting.

Standing up, she collected her things, smiling at their manager who was settling the bill with the waitress. This was going to be an adventure Y/n wouldn't miss for the world. Damiano's eyes still held tightly onto her thoughts. His smile. The way he made sure everyone was alright before heading out. He probably didn't even notice he was doing it.

Quickly, Y/n collected the plates and cups and stacked them together for the staff before heading out. It can never hurt to be polite, she said to herself. Their manager had made it outside as well, stopping at the group to give them all hugs and kisses on the cheeks, before heading to her car. Y/n couldn't help but smile seeing them interact.

***

"So what do we think of the new assistant?"

Smoke was blowing from Damiano's cigarette into Victoria's face. She swatted it away before giving Damiano a slight slap on the shoulder in annoyance. He didn't react. Just like the others didn't react to his question, the other two men too busy lighting their cigarettes, and Vic being stubborn now. It didn't really bother him.

"I'm just not convinced. She seems really quiet and shy and you know how our team works. I don't think she's gonna be able to keep up with us."

"Maybe she's gonna be able to keep up exactly because she's so calm. She works as an assistant, she needs to be a lot more level-headed than we are," Victoria argued.

"I think she's cute," Ethan murmured. Vic's eyes were lighting up, ready to start teasing, but Ethan quickly shot her down and continued talking. "Not like that, don't even start. I just think she could be a nice addition to the team."

Victoria still had a grin on her face but stayed quiet after another pointed look from him.

Damiano was still lost in his thoughts, typically the one out of the foursome to worry most about, well, everything. Letting someone new into their team was always a risk to disrupt the dynamics they had fought so hard to build. Not even to imagine what would happen if they didn't work out at all and they'd have to look for someone new halfway through Europe.

Damiano watched as the woman finished her conversation with their tour manager, last details finalised before they'd set off for a month-long stretch playing through the continent. He could see her smiling to herself, organising the mess they had left on the table while their manager paid, and then came outside to say her goodbyes to the band, throwing arms and kisses around before getting into her car.

He also watched as Y/n finally left the building, walking past where the band was standing, and he couldn't help but catch her eye. She lowered her head immediately, but then looked up again to shoot him a timid smile. He grinned back, waving a little too enthusiastically without knowing why and smiling back as her face erupted in a heart-warming giggle.

"Maybe not so bad?" Victoria asked quietly, the only one to have noticed the little interaction.

"Oh shut it, Vic."

[twiceuponatime]

Hi! Welcome to a new One Direction fic fest! Twice Upon A Time!

This is a fest that will run for the entirety of 2022 where every month will have a classic tale as the prompt and all who are interested can write their own version with a 1D fandom twist. No sign-up required.

The prompts have already been chosen and are listed below, so you may start writing for as few or as many as you like at any time. You only need to post your fics in the associated collections by the required deadlines, which will be covered in the rules.

Below is the list of fairytale/folktale prompts for each month. There are also links to Wikipedia articles for every prompt in case you aren’t familiar or need a quick refresher.

January - Twelve Dancing Princesses February - Tsuru no ongaeshi- The Crane March - Snow White & Rose Red April - Thumbelina May - The Nightingale June - The Swan Princess July - Die Bremer Stadtmusikanten - Town Musicians of Bremen August - The Ugly Duckling September - Sleeping Beauty October - The Princess & the Pea November - Little Red Riding Hood December - Cinderella

Rules and other details of our own Twice Upon A Time fest are below the cut.

If our fest doesn’t seem right for you but you still have your heart set on writing a fairytale AU, the Once Upon A Time Fic Fest can be found here. They have an entirely different set up and timeline than this fest which may be more to your liking. Their sign-ups begin Dec 19th and we are very excited for the fairy tale inspired fics which will post as a part of that fest as well!

Rules:

1. There is no age requirement. However, should you choose to participate, you alone are responsible for the content that you choose to post, interact with, and/or consume. 2. Fics must be tagged appropriately. Please don’t blindside anyone with something that could be triggering to them. 3. There is no minimum word count. Fics may be as long or as short as you like. 4. This is a One Direction fest so at least one member of the band must be a main character in the story. 5. Fics must be completed when posted. No WIPs. 6. This fest is not anonymous. Please feel free to post snippets or lines from your fic(s)! 7. Fics must be inspired by the  fairytale or folktale that is the prompt for the given month you plan on posting.

The basics for posting:

Add your fic to the appropriate collection by 12 noon ET before the last day of the respective month for whichever prompts you’re writing for. (Details on the collections will be in a later post.)

Please make a fic post for your fics and tag the blog.

There will be a masterpost updated monthly with links to the newly published collection.

Let me know if you have any questions!

Please be sure your fic is in the collection before 12 am ET on the last day of each month. If your fic is not already in the collection when I go to publish the fics, then they won’t be approved to be in the collection. You may still post your fic and link it to the fest on Tumblr and I will reblog the fic post to the fest blog, it just won’t be in the collection.

Also remember: you aren’t required to participate every month. You may participate in as many or as few prompts as you like. You can start on any prompt as early as you want, but it should be finished and uploaded before the last day of the month it represents. All fics will post at 4pm ET on the last day of each month.

Once fics are posted, it is recommended you make a fic post. Be sure to tag @twiceuponatime​ in the fic post so I know it exists and can reblog it for you! (I also recommend you link to your fic post at the end of your fic in AO3. If you don’t know how to do this, please reach out and I will be happy to help you.)

I will also be making a masterpost for the fest which will be updated monthly with links to each prompt collection as they post, so please help reblog as you are able to spread the word and get excitement going for the fest.

I hope you’ll join me in reimagining these tales!