#I swear Excalibur was made just for me

[askmissthunder]

Hello Miss Thunder! Who is your favorite mutant from Marvel Comics? Mine is Ms. Marvel!

Miss Thunder: Ooh, tough question! The X-Men are my favorite fictional superhero team, along with the New Mutants, Excalibur, and X-Force so it's hard for me to pick just one!

If I HAD to pick one though, it'd probably be Kitty Pryde. I was about the same age as she was when I started reading X-Men comics in general so I've always had a soft spot for her even if she was the "Kid" character at the time. She's grown so much since those early awkward years at Xavier's and has really become an essential part of whatever team she's on. I'm also glad she changed her old codenames of Sprite and Ariel (Bleh) and went with Shadowcat ever since the Kitty Pryde and Wolverine miniseries. It was so good! That was when she really made the transition into an amazing fighter, she could probably give Talon a run for her money!

Now, as of my time, she's with Excalibur, a British mutant team! I loved Alan Moore's run on Captain Britain so seeing him and Kitty on the same team was like a dream come true. Plus, a potential runner-up in Favorite Mutant is also on the Excalibur team, Nightcrawler! I've always loved his design and his backstory of looking like a traditional devil but is a truly devout Christian. His powers (mainly teleporting) are cool and I love that despite his looks, he chooses to be a good person and has a fun personality.

Aaaaaaaah, I love this book so much! I highly recommend it!

Also, since when was Carol Danvers a mutant? Didn't Rogue take her powers and she became Binary later? Hmmm.....

[s10127470]

My X-Men Hot Takes

As I'm sure many of you who have been following me have seen, I'm a pretty big fan of The X-Men.

However, I do have some reservations with them.

And with their ongoing resurgence in mainstream popularity, I've decided to share my hot takes/unpopular opinions I have on the team.

Admittedly, I have some takes that are pretty commonly agreed by a majority of X-Men fans.

But still, I have a lot that would probably piss a lot of them off.

So without further ado, let's get started.

-Mutants have become less interesting/The X-Men have WAY too many characters.

This is basically a two-in-one, but I decided to do them together since they essentially connect with each other.

Mutants have just become a lot less interesting due to the writers keeping them largely huddled together in recent years.

What made mutants so cool was that they were widespread and that not all of them were connected to the X-Men.

Which just made the world feel a lot bigger and fleshed-out.

But over the last few decades, Marvel has developed this mindset that EVERY mutant needs to be connected to the X-Men.

Hell, it was the reason for arguably the worse thing to happen to the team.

This unfortunately has led to the issue of the X-Men just having.....way too many characters.

Like, remember when there were spin-off teams?

X-Factor? The New Mutants? X-Force? Excalibur?

Even though those teams are still around, they have the issue of being too connected to the X-Men now.

And this need to have all mutants to be connected to The X-Men, has lead to another major issue with mutants....

-Retconning mutant heritages.

Over the last decade, Marvel has infamously went out of their way to retcon the mutant heritage of several mutant characters who weren't all that connected to the X-Men.

The most infamous examples being in the case of The Maximoff Twins and Franklin Richards, the latter of which was the most notable example of a mutant that's not connected to the X-Men.

Once again, this makes the world feel somewhat smaller and makes the mutants a lot less interesting.

-For the Love of GOD! Stop with the romance/relationship drama!

Romance/relationship drama is one of the hardest parts of writing.

Largely because it's rarely ever done particularly well and often become incredibly annoying and usually makes the people involved look pretty bad.

Usually since it relies on stuff like cheating, infidelity, unfaithfulness, etc.

Which anyone with more than two brain cells would know isn't a good thing...

It's even worse when they try to make these actions actually come off as good and acceptable.

Which like....

But anyway, since the X-Men are essentially glorified soap operas, you better believe they have romance drama!

It's one of the best/worst examples of this I've seen in media.

They have it all!

Cheating. Unfaithfulness. Infidelity.

And since we're talking about the X-Men, we can't forget about their staple....

Love. Triangles.

Seriously, nobody in the X-Men are all that faithful to each other....

Except for Gambit weirdly enough.

But anyway, please just keep these guys in actual fucking stable relationships.

I cannot take ANOTHER FUCKING love triangle....

-The treatment of Magneto.

I like Magneto, but even I have to admit I cannot stand how he's been treated in recent years.

Over the last few decades, there's been a lot of favoritism towards him.

And I'm not gonna sugarcoat it, it's borderline dick-riding.

Like, if we're had to make a list of the most dick-roded characters in the fiction.

Magneto would be at least in the top 5 alongside Bakugo, Severus Snape and even The Joker.

A lot of this comes from people believing that his mindset and actions were actually justified.

Leading to the infamous phrase that was founded by incel Quinten Quire....

*sigh*

"Magneto was right."

As you could tell, I'm hate this phrase.

For two reasons.

It's been ran into the goddamn ground. Like, I've frequently check out the X-Men subreddit, and I swear, I still seen people saying that Magento was right. Even on Twitter, I see this! Which, after seeing it and hearing it so much and so often, you can't help but just go....

2. It's led to this habit of writers constantly painting Magneto as this savior who's always in the right and that his mindset and methods are truly the way to go for the sake of mutantkind. This also led to the effect of trying to make him seem like he was always secretly a good guy. Even retconning events from the earliest X-Men stories such as him stealing missiles from the base and saying that he was actually doing this so that the X-Men actually had an enemy to fight. Like, prior to all this, Magento was depicted as being a villain. Even when the legendary Chris Claremont took over and gave him more depth and made him a sympathetic villain, he was still depicted as being kind of a terrible person who has done legitimately terrible things. What really made Magneto such as great villain was that he was a tragic one as well. Not just because of his backstory, but because of the fact that he became the very thing he hated: a bigot who wants to subjugate an entire group of people, no matter what. But in a way, I know this is gonna sound insane, Magneto is even worse than the Nazis! They were trying to subjugate a group of people, he's trying to subjugate an entire species! They needed an army and forces to do all that, he doesn't. Magneto is literally a one-man army. Now don't get me wrong, they're both REALLY bad. But remember, Magneto is literally threatening like, half the life on the planet. And although him finally becoming a good guy was the way to go, I'm still not a fan of it. Largely because he never really gets a redemption arc. We never see him actually show any regrets towards his past actions, or realize that he was wrong. Because they did, then he wouldn't be right. And GOD FORBID Magneto could be wrong about anything. I'm sorry man, but you're never gonna be him....

-The mutant metaphor has become a bit of a problem.

Now this gonna be a real controversial one.

The mutant metaphor, while obviously well intentioned, is not exactly good....

99% of X-Men fans reading this:

When you really think about it, it doesn't really make much sense.

For starters, there's the obvious aspect about how most super-powered beings in the Marvel Universe tend to get a pass, but there's just no exceptions with the mutants.

Despite the fact that to the eyes of the average civilian, most of them could qualified as a mutant.

There's also the fact that having the mutants being a stand-in for minorities is kinda awkward given that most of the core members (not all of them mind you) are primarily white....and American.

I do think them being a stand-in for social outcasts does work, but even that's kind of an issue given that many of the core X-Men are incredibly and conveniently attractive.

Like, don't you dare even try to deny it!

I've seen you people simp for these guys!

So have I!

But the reason I say the mutant metaphor is problem is because there seems to be this mindset that this is all the X-Men are good for.

Just being an allegory, and nothing else.

And in all honesty, that's just incredibly restrictive from a writing standpoint.

Heck, if any of you've read my X-Men fanfic series, "X-Men: The Mutation", you'd probably noticed that the mutant metaphor, while there, isn't as present as most other adaptations, or even fanfics of the X-Men.

And that was because I wanted to focus on other aspects of the team and didn't want them to just be a walking allegory.

-The Fox X-Men films are not that good.

While the reception of these films seem to be mixed nowadays, I've never really cared for these films.

Since I'm among the group of people who actually look at adaptations as, well, adaptations, as such, the X-Men films are quite pitiful.

The films never captured the appeal of The X-Men.

That being The X-Men themselves!

Like, The X-Men are literally an afterthought in their own film franchise.

Largely thanks to Fox constantly focusing on one member solely and hardly anyone else.

First it was with Wolverine, and then it was with Mystique.

There's also the fact that they hardly pulled from source material, largely because they were embarrassed by it.

Like, they were not being subtle about that at all.

Do I need to even play that line again?

The only films in that franchise I would consider good would be the Deadpool films.

Because....

They were actually good

They wore the comics on their shelves rather than being embarrassed by it

They were the most disconnected from the X-Men films

Speaking of which, this franchise is infamous for its absolute clustefuck of a continuity.

You know things are not that good when they can't even keep a consistent timeline.

-The characterization of Cyclops.

Just like with Magneto, I really like Cyclops, but I'm not a fan of how he's been written for nearly 20 years.

Yeah, I'm not exactly big on Revolutionary Cyclops.

Apart from the fact that he emerged during the X-Men's roughest era, there's also the fact it's had quite the effect on any discourses surrounding the character.

Fans seem to believe that Cyclops can only be portrayed as a revolutionary in all forms of media.

Literally nothing else.

Hell, it's so bad that people are already begging for '97 Cyclops to become a revolutionary!

Look, I get that Cyclops wasn't too many people's favorite, specifically during the early years.

And the Claremont era didn't exactly do him too many favors since he would be slowly phased out along with the rest of the original X-Men.

But I feel like he really came into his own during the 90s.

Plus, '97 and Evolution Cyclops showed that Cyclops doesn't have to be a revolutionary in order to be a. engaging and interesting character.

There's also a few more issues that's arose from his characterization.

The last near 20 years have really highlighted Cyclops' skills, to show why he's the leader of The X-Men.

I get that you want to show that he is a competent fighter and leader.

However, it's gotten to the point where fans seem to believe that Cyclops can beat anyone in general, no matter how crazy powerful they are, with his ridiculous amount of plans and back-up plans.

Starting to sound familiar?

There's also that fact that fans and even the majority of X-Men writers seem to believe that Cyclops always has to suffer just to be interesting.

Essentially, he suffers the same exact problem as another major Marvel character.

And just like what people have said about him, Cyclops constantly suffering has gotten incredibly repetitive and stale.

You can only do it so much before it starts to become boring and tiring.

And lastly, him being the leader of all mutantkind and the one to unite them all....

I don't like this.

He should be ONE of the leaders, but not THE leader.

Is there literally no one else that could co-lead?

Also, with him being the leader and unifier of mutantkind.....

I wouldn't say it's white saviorism or a Messiah thing, but it does feel somewhat adjacent to that.

I kinda feel like all this was done as a form of compensation for how much of a punk the character has been portrayed as in just about every major X-Men adaptation of the last near quarter century.

Bar a few exceptions....

-COLOSSUS IS NOT A PEDOPHILE!

So over the last few months, some fans have discovered about the infamous age gap between Colossus and Shadowcat during their early years with the X-Men.

Colossus was like 19 at the time, while Kitty was 13 to 14.

Which, for anyone that isn't asking to be on a list, isn't good.

However, people have taken to claim that Colossus is actually a pedophile.

But here's the thing people seem to forget.

He was written by John Bryne.....

For anyone who doesn't know, Bryne is infamous among comics for his habit of pairing underage girls with grown men.

He did this with Mr. Fantastic and The Invisible Woman, revealing the latter met the former when she was 12 years old and he was in college.

He had Superman kiss a 14-year old on the lips.

And perhaps most infamously of all, having Peter Parker lock lips with Mattie Franklin, a 15-year old.

While he himself was not only in his mid-20 around this time, but also still a MARRIED MAN.

(Fun Fact: This was one of the earliest attempts of Marvel trying to get rid of Mary Jane for.....obvious reasons)

(Also, I hate this panel with every fiber of my being. And I typically I don't like to wish death upon people, but I'm making an exception. Bryne needs to get drug out into the street and shot, because I'm starting to think he may possibly be the EDP445 of comic writers. Like, you can not write this shit and not expect people to notice a pattern and raise a few eyebrows)

But besides that, it seems that since the 2000s, they've quietly retconned all this (for obvious reasons) to have Colossus and Shadowcat be much closer in age.

The Summers Family Tree has become a problem.

Just about everyone knows that the Summers family tree is an absolute mess.

Like, there's only so many alternate reality children, alternate future children, and clones that you have before it seems to become old and tiresome.

There's also Mister Sinister's famous obsession with them.

Like dude, I understand that they're powerful.

But like, are just not any other powerful mutants you could be obsessed with.

What about Storm?

Iceman?

Hell, what about Magneto and his kids?

The treatment of Xavier.

This is basically the opposite of how Magneto's been treated.

Whereas Magneto's been depicted as a secret hero, Xavier's been depicted as a secret villain.

I get that Xavier is not perfect, but the dude has been so villainized over the last 20+ years and revealed to have done a lot bad things, he might as well be called Satan.

And frankly, it's become tired.

Like, how many times have they done the "Xavier has done something terrible" shtick now?

The most recent was in The Fall of X.

At this rate, why is he even still here?

Since he's apparently never done anything good for anyone, he should just leave already!

There's also the fact that apparently his dream was always bad and never what mutantkind needed.

And to that I must say.....

While he may have not approached it in the best way, his goal was far more noble and frankly, what mutants really needed.

Showing that humans and mutants can peacefully co-exist with each other.

Maybe not all of them, but still, being able to show that it is possible.

And in general, this would be a future where everyone wins.

Whereas Magneto's, wouldn't.

This would be the most obvious in the case of the humans.

But even for the mutants, there would be a bit of an asterisk for them.

Magneto has proven he's not as accepting towards all mutants as he lets on.

Like remember Toad?

He fucking hated him and treated him like shit!

The X-Men and their relationship with the much greater Marvel Universe needs to change.

To wrap this all up, we'll be talking about a big one.

Ever since the 2010s, the X-Men comics have become infamous how they characterize other major heroes of the Marvel Universe.

That being.....not in a flattering light.

Most of these guys are portrayed incredibly poorly, not acting like themselves at all.

The only exception to this is Spider-Man.

But then again, he gets written with more respect in every other title than his own.

This is obviously done in order to make the X-Men look good.

Plus it's pretty apparent there's a great bias towards them.

But however, I think this has the opposite effect.

All it does it make the X-Men look like egotistical, self-serving assholes who would gladly screw people over (no matter how disastrous) if it meant they got to survive/thrive.

"Yeah! I love seeing my favorite heroes being portrayed as selfish cowards!"

There's also this....

These panels are from the X-Men relaunch, and they've been quite infamous for....obvious reasons.

And apart from that, it just makes the X-Men also look like self-victimizing douches.

Basically saying that they're the only ones suffering, and that nobody else in the entire damn world knows what it means to struggle.

And as you can tell, they'll usually say it to people of color.

You remember that panel from Ultimate Spider-Man when Spidey cursed out the X-Men and called them out on their bullshit?

Yeah, can we get that for these versions?

They really deserve it.

Also, I recently saw a comment that said that X-Men comics are the only place where white writers can fulfill their fantasies of yelling at people of color and then cry about how THEY'RE oppressed.

And after seeing these panels, I wholeheartedly agree.

Well that's all I have for now.

These were some grievances I've been having with the X-Men for a while now, and I wanted to finally get them out.

I really hope that anyone who reads is able to respond to this in a civil manner and possibly not call me a racial slur.

But I guess we'll have to wait and find out.

I have a few more of these, but these were the ones I could only do for now.

And I'm planning do something similar to this for undoubtedly the biggest Marvel character of them all.

But until then, I'll see you guys around.

[frost-writes-stuff]

Writing Prompt / Exerpt I guess?

"You've built these high walls around yourself. You've made it impossible for people to get to know the real you, to enter your life. You have made it impossible for someone to love you."

"I haven't built these walls myself. Not on purpose. They were built by everyone who has ever hurt me. They threw so many stones at me. And over time, there were so my stones that I just couldn't get rid of them, I had to do something with them. So, with the help of the ones who hurt me, I built these walls. Go on, lay your head against the walls. Close your eyes and take a listen. You can hear everything they've said to hurt me. Each column represents one person. And that big watchtower? That's the one person who broke me the most all on their own. Took me a while to put my pieces together, but I did it. You say these walls make it impossible for people to get to know me, to love me, to enter my life. But can't you see the door? It's not locked, see, it's ajar, even. Oh, but be careful! It's heavy. It's kinda like pulling Excalibur from the rock. Only those who are worthy can open the door and get inside. Only those, willing to keep trying. Those, who won't give up after a couple tries, the persistent ones. Only they can open the door and get inside. I have been hurt too many times, broken into too many pieces. You have to excuse me for being selective with whom I want to have in my life let alone whom I want to spend the rest of my life with. It takes time and effort to get that door open, but it's not impossible, I swear. It's just hard. And it is that way so people won't hurt me anymore. It takes time and effort to win my heart, and I can't promise I am worth it. But I can promise that if you can manage to get that door open, I will do anything in my power to make sure there are no more doors or walls separating us. That, I can promise. I'm a hard person to love, but not because I think too highly of myself, it's because I've had to relearn what it's like to love and to be loved, all over again in the recent years. I'm still learning, be patient with me. And I promise I will love you more than humanly possible."

[choco-bloop]

Next set of references for my Vault Hunters vs Life Series Hero au!

honestly was fighting a war NOT to over design X before I regret in the future. it's probably going to come back to bite me either way

Also just need to add this is not going to be a twin syms au. Otherwise I'm going to get too carried away with them. But False gets the lil engineering interest here to reference E!False's steampunk theme.

few other things:

Originally Wels' villain name was going to be Arch (reference to Archon, which was a central part of his build) but watching his POV made me want to use a more knight-based name instead and thus Excalibur

Xisuma's helmet went through some massive redesign when compared to the draft design. It was supposed to be a mask but I wanted to add more spikes and bam, helmet.

They are also supposed to have their group's emblem on but I forgot to add it for these three (i swear I will remember for the last trio) but its on Iskall's left gauntlet, Wels' right shoulder and the back of X's chest armour)

[fareehaandspaniards]

Also really curious about how you see Ludwig!

Seems really like the perfect role model guy!

Perfect role model guy? Maybe xd

I haven’t thought much about his past, but I think that he is also a foreigner (as many other characters!), or rather his family is from other lands. He himself was born and raised in Yharnam, but his roots are southern.

Another doodle to show how exactly I see him (It's Laurence in the left and Edgar in the right, nevermind xD) :

What can be said for sure is that he is very cute!

A "father" for his soldiers (hunters), an excellent fighter, a strongman. An exemplary family man - in my headcanon he is married, and perfectly copes with the role of a father and husband. However, what he couldn't do is to be the "head" of the family - I think he is very shy and timid in private and in more intimate settings!

He's also a great knight! Like, a true knight (I mean not a medieval robber and feudal lord, but a really exemplary servant, master of the sword and sir in shining armor. I swear I read a legend about a knight with a magical, talking sword, (no, not Excalibur xd) It reminds me a lot of Ludwig, though I've forgotten the legend ;_;)

He has a lot of virtues, but his flaws.....

Stone-faced. Which made it hard for Laurence to get along with him at first. Ludwig is very closed and takes deeds rather than words. Laurence couldn’t understand his loyalty and endeavor to serve for some time, but when he got it – he started to fear that Ludwig will abandon the Church after discovering it’s dark secrets.

Ludwig is quite infantile inside - he loves strategy and tactics, but mostly uses it in games for children! And actually the one who got him talking and also befriended was Gehrman, who offered him to play a board game. Gehrman and Ludwig are good friends in my opinion and drinking buddies xd I just like to imagine them drinking a huge mugs of beer while Laurence sips juice through a straw from an exquisite glass. Both friends were a bit silly and eventually acquired enough local jokes that pissed Laurence off LOL

Ludwig had nightmares very often, and a restful sleep is a reward for him. Moon influence – thanks, Laurence.

He is Edgar's idol also! He dreamed of being like the perfect knight (but didn’t succeed xd). And I really like the headcanon that Ludwig picked up little Edgar on the street in his last sane year and gave him to the Orphanage on which the Choir was based. In my headcanons Edgar is stuck being 20 years old in a Nightmare, so I guess that's probably a pretty realistic course of events...? How did he survive his stay at the Orphanage, where children were "used" to communicate with the Great Ones? I-don't-know! xd I just like to think that way, haven't tried to seriously consider it.

Ludwig conducted the massacre of Old Yharnam with true steadfastness. That's why people started call him "The Beast" - he never once showed compassion for people turning into beasts. The problem is that when he does something, he shows no doubt. All his doubts and worries were left in Laurence’s hands, and Vicar was in no hurry to clear his image in front of people or dissuade them.

The Moonlight, after the incident with Old Yharnam, had been the only source of meaning for him. The moon called, the moon comforted, the moon promised. Under its influence, Ludwig forgot everything that brought pain, just as he had forgotten his wife and son and daughter, who had died turning into beasts.

Ludwig had faith in Laurence. Ludwig also believed in healing blood. It had healed his wife, and he believed it was the future of Yharnam. Vicar asked him not to ask questions, promising to tell him one day WHAT the Church was doing, but he wasn’t able to fulfill a promise. Ludwig found out everything for himself later.

Djura admired him at first, but later joined those who called Ludwig "The Beast." He could understand everything, but he couldn't forgive him for following heartless orders.

Ludwig had been an inspiration to Damian(Me? Not to mention Damian? HAhahahaha) during his years of service as a Tomb Prosperctor. Although Damian considered this service "unholy" (the old belief that the dead should not be disturbed), Ludwig inspired him to keep going.

And! Also he was a good friend of Maria. She wasn’t as naive as Ludwig, because tried to discover secrets of Research Hall, but they both had sensitive hearts. He was a good man and she valued it during those hard times. Also how couldn’t Ludwig not appreciate Gehrman’s best apprentice? Young, talented, kind-hearted – Maria was another «knight». (I love so much female archetype of «knight». I have some examples from other games and OH MY GOD, AHksdhfksjhfiwhe General Beatrix from Final Fantasy IX plus Lady Maria is a duo of my heart…)

I used to call myself holyvicar shipper, but actually no… I like it, as much as other pairings, I can even feel it, especially if feelings are one-sided (Ludwig is in love), but Laurence really wants to feel the same, but simply can’t. Ludwig is too easy for him? I don’t know. Ludwig/Maria? Ludwig/Micolash (lol)??? I appreciate any fanart or fanfics but not really into these ships. So Ludwig is married in my world.

[invisibleraven]

It's not the way you look, it's the way that you...

When Reggie texts Julie asking what she wears to bed, she has no idea what to think, or where the conversation will go from there.

On AO3!

So I saw this post and immediately thought: Rulie, this is so Rulie. So you guys get this little bit of nonsense, please enjoy!

Julie hummed along to the low music playing from her laptop, kicking her feet behind her while she doodled away. It was too early to go to bed, but too late to do much of anything else, so she was just wasting her time before she forced herself to sleep. She was honestly debating an ill advised late night PB & J when her text alert sounded, and she grabbed her phone.

Reggie: What do you wear to bed?

Julie’s eyebrows flew up-where had that come from? Sure, Reggie was a flirt, and she flirted right back, but neither of them had pushed for more than that, content to stay flirty friends and writing partners whenever Reggie got the itch to pen some country songs. Would Julie like for them to be more? Maybe, but after she and Nick had blown up, then she and Luke had fizzled out, she wasn’t sure she wanted to risk another friendship.

But if Reggie was out of the blue starting what felt like a sexy conversation? Well Julie was cool playing along to see where it went.

Julie: Black lacy bra and booty shorts ;)

She was not, of course, wearing either of those things, but there was no way Julie was telling Reggie she was wearing floral jammie pants and a Sunset Curve shirt she may or may not have stolen from him. Plus it was fun to imagine just how flustered Reggie was in seeing her text. She bet he turned as crimson as his favourite flannel. Making him blush was half the fun of flirting back honestly.

She held her phone a little tighter as the three little dots appeared, then disappeared, back and forth, until finally Reggie’s next text appeared.

Reggie: k, but what about when it’s cold?

do you wear warm pajamas?

MeeMaw is making me get rid of my X-men jammies, and they’re about your size.

Julie sat up at that. While her mother had gotten her into music, her dad had gotten her into comics. It wasn’t an interest she widely published, but she loved reading the adventures and exploits of superheroes, particularly the mutants of the Marvel universe. People gifted with unique abilities and despite the world hating them for these gifts, choosing to help humanity rather than fight against them. While America Chavez was her go to cosplay, a part of Julie’s heart would always belong to Professor X and his gang.

Reggie had come across her reading the comics one day, and instead of teasing her, he enthused over the title she was reading, and showing her his own collection. His favourite was Nightcrawler, and Reggie had gotten her all the copies of Excalibur he owed, with Julie coming to really love the fuzzy blue guy.

So she knew exactly which pajamas that Reggie meant-ones with a hoodie that looked like Nightcrawler’s uniform and flannel pants that were covered in the X-man logo. She had coveted them for forever, Reggie looked so comfy and snuggly in them when he wore them to band slumber parties, and Julie wanted that level of comfort while repping her nerdy side.

She then saw another text from Reggie and melted a little as she read it.

Reggie: i swear they’re not gross or anything, they’re clean, but i can wash them again if you want, i know you like them

Julie: Yes please!

Reggie: cool, I’ll bring them next comic book day?

Julie sent a thumbs up in reply. Every Thursday they walked to a local comic shop to pull their new titles, check out new stuff, and occasionally splurge on a figurine or Funko Pop, with Reggie proclaiming that one day their band would be big enough that they would be here, immortalized in vinyl for fans to buy. Julie hoped he was right.

She glanced over to her phone again, at the sweet gesture Reggie had made, and decided fuck it, throwing the chat log up on her tumblr page, no caption or tags, and left it, browsing a few other sites before calling it a night, not even thinking about it before she slept.

Only when Julie awoke, her phone screen was full of notifications. Messages and reblogs with shouty tags from her friends and followers on tumblr.

Smashley: Girl if you aren’t dating this guy, I will!

Katie-Cakes: #marry this guy now #nothing says i love you like x-men

Jo-Jo-Jo-Your-Boat: #any guy who buys you i was thinking of you gifts #is worth at least a smooch #if not a date

Inn_Your_Wildest_Dreams: Please tell me you said yes to the jammie guy and he asked you out immediately after

Jaybird: #not where i thought this was going at first #too adorable for words #relationship goals #you guys are going to be in a relationship right? #cuz i’m shipping it like crazy

There were countless more, all along the same trend; she needed to date Reggie.

Julie worried her bottom lip, unsure. Yes, Reggie was sweet, she knew they had some chemistry from their play flirting, and had a lot of similar interests. And it wasn’t like Reggie was hard on the eyes either, with his punk style and classic good looks. But it was still Reggie!

Reggie who made her laugh so hard she snorted in a totally undignified way. Who indulged her love of romantic comedies while she sat through his sci-fi favourites. Who encouraged her to branch out musically, and their country songs were pretty darn good as a result, even if her fiddle playing was still less than stellar. Who shared his desserts with her at lunch time, his comics whenever he came across a storyline she might like. And now, here he was, offering her something he had treasured just because he knew she would like it.

Julie touched her cheeks, feeling the burn against her palm, the way her smile was stretching her cheeks. “Oh God, I like Reggie,” she whispered to herself. Sure she had thought along the same lines before, but now she felt like it might be time to throw caution to the wind and act on it, reservations about what this would do to their friendship be damned.

Now what was she going to do about it?

Julie pulled up her conversation with Reggie once more, and looked over the words from the night before, and at her growing tumblr notifications. And maybe her thumbs started moving all on their own.

Julie: I put our convo from last night on the internet!!!

Reggie: Wha??

Julie: I put it on tumblr! You should see the response!!!

Reggie knew of tumblr, that Julie knew, but he confessed that social media wasn’t really for him. “I prefer my technological advancements to stop in the 1990’s,” he had quipped, and Julie had laughed, telling him he had been born in the wrong decade.

“Plus you run the band’s Insta page!”

“Yeah, photos I get, I did all Sunset Curve’s promo stuff,” Reggie admitted. “And Insta is way easier than making posters. But blogging and stuff ain’t my jam.”

Reggie: isn’t tumblr an art site?

Julie: Yeah sort of

But also not really

It’s complicated Anyways, my post got a huge response

Reggie: shit

Oh no, Julie instantly panicked. What if Reggie came to the same conclusion as all her followers and was about to let her down easy? Or get mad at her for putting it up without his permission? Sure she had blacked out his name, but still… those were his words, unfiltered for anyone to see.

She was about to offer to take the post down when Reggie texted her again.

Reggie: i lied to millions on the internet-MeeMaw isn’t making me get rid of my jammies, she thinks they’re adorable

I got the same pair for you at target

They were on sale though

No they weren’t, that’s another lie

I’m sorry tumblr

Can they see this now??

Julie giggled, kicking her feet in the air. Oh gosh he was just too adorable! She didn’t care that the pajamas he wanted to offer her were second hand-that way they would already be that comfy sort of worn, plus they would smell like Reggie, and that boy always smelled nice, unlike many of his counterparts. Reggie knew what soap was, and how liberally to apply aftershave-aka the tiniest dose of something woodsy, not the litre of Axe that Nick favoured, or the eau of body funk Brett from Economics wore.

Still, Julie needed to reassure Reggie. Even if this follow up was so going up as well, but at least this time he’d get some warning.

Julie: Nope!

I’ve gotten a bunch of messages telling me to marry you though

Julie held her phone tight after that as the three little dots telling her Reggie was typing appeared and disappeared, and she was seriously cursing their existence. Maybe she should call him, laugh it all off, go back to their norm.

Reggie: we could start with coffee?

can i pick you up sunday at ten?

Julie: You can pick me up in an hour if you like

Reggie sent her back a wide smiling selfie with him giving her a thumbs up and she squealed before scrambling to get ready.

“Julie?” her dad asked from the hallway. “Are you okay? I heard screaming!”

“Fine papi!” Julie called as she dashed for the bathroom. “I’ve got a date!”

Ray smiled to himself, and it grew when he heard Julie start to sing as the shower started. A country song if he wasn’t mistaken, and he wondered if he should brush off his shovel talk for Reggie or just confess he had been waiting for this day for a long time instead.

Only when Reggie rang the doorbell just about an hour later, Ray didn’t say anything, the boy looked nervous enough, clutching the stem of a single red dahlia in his hands, his smile not as brilliant as it usually was. Ray clapped him on the back, squeezing his shoulder. “She’ll be right down mijo, you want anything while you wait?”

Reggie shook his head, but blew out a breath and turned to Ray. “I really like her, you know. I would never do anything to hurt her.”

“I know,” Ray replied, sipping from a glass of water. “I’m sure it’s the same for her. Just remember to be kind to one another, and to stay friends, no matter what else you may or may not become to one another.”

There was thundering footsteps down the stairs, and Julie appeared in the kitchen doorway. She was in a sundress with puff sleeves, decorated in peach coloured flowers, her curls down and shiny. “Hi,” she said to Reggie, looking and sounding almost shy.

“Hi,” he said back, shaking himself and offering her the flower. “You look really pretty.”

Julie took the bloom and stuck her nose into its petals in an effort to hide her blush. “You clean up pretty nice too,” she finally said. Reggie gave a mock twirl, showing off his khakis and black polo.

“Figured I should put in some effort,” he said. “You ready to go? I thought we could enjoy our coffee on a walk in the park, maybe catch a light lunch after that?”

“I’d like that,” Julie said, handing her flower off to her dad as she took Reggie’s arm. “Bye papi, I’ll be back later!”

Ray waved, but watched from the window as Reggie helped Julie into his truck and bit back a smile as he saw Reggie hand Julie a bag, which she laughed out loud at when she opened, pulling out a weird looking hoodie. Kids these days, he’d never get them.

It wasn’t until he was heading off to bed that night that he had a chance to catch up with Julie. Who was wearing the weird hoodie he had seen a flash of earlier, and pajama pants he had never seen before, but recognized the logo of. Ray couldn’t help but grin at seeing Julie indulge the nerdy side he had nurtured in her. He wondered if Reggie got them for her, given his own love of comics. If so, that definitely made him a keeper.

“Good date?” he asked slyly.

Julie looked up at him, and sighed. “The best.”

“Going on another one?” Ray asked.

“Papi,” Julie whined with an eyeroll. “Yes, we’re going to check out this little farmer’s market tomorrow, and then maybe do a little window shopping on the boardwalk.”

“Sounds like fun,” Ray said. “You two seem good for each other. I’m glad you gave him a chance.”

Julie grinned, and hugged herself. “Thank the internet.”

Ray shook his head at that. He would never understand his daughter-or the internet. So he wished her goodnight and went off to bed.

It wasn’t until many years later, when Reggie and Julie were visiting for the holidays during winter break and they were sporting matching pajamas that he even got the full story. And well, Ray still didn’t get it, but he had to admit, they made a pretty cute couple. Especially when they posed for a photo later, still in their matching jammies, but with Julie’s brand new engagement ring shining on her finger.

[mdhwrites]

Concept Pitch: Morgan: The Future King of Camelot

The base premise is that our hero takes on an alter ego by wielding Excalibur. It gives him leather armor, a cloak and a mask though rather than full plate, though anyone who knows him would say that big, bulky plate male wouldn't fit. He's not exactly what people think of nobility after all what with his snark, bit of a loner personality and how rude he can be. He swears too much to be a knight of Arthurian legend many would say and he'd agree. HIS name is Morgan. After being rejected from the drama club AGAIN for not being able to act but at least being allowed to be a part of stage crew since he's a senior and he has been trying to get in for over three years now, he meets the lady of the lake by hanging out with some dudebro friends who are giving him shit for not getting a real part. Machismo stuff leads to increasingly dangerous things happening that are tests of chivalry until he jumps into a cistern because above the rushing water he faintly thought he heard a woman calling his name. He gets the sword and superhero antics begin. Or, well, begrudgingly begin. Like I said, he wouldn't exactly count himself as a knightly soul even as he never even hesitates to use the blade to help people. He even blames the sword because it whispers encouragement to him and he's worried this might be a symbiote situation. It's not, it's just Excalibur attempting to make sure the wielder is learning and being a king and is usually pretty happy to be told to shut up since Morgan is doing his job anyways. Villains would of course come in all shades inspired from the Arthurian canon but that doesn't just mean the villains. Fighting reincarnations of Arthur's knights would be a real thing, often in the process getting the ability to turn Excalibur into a weapon affiliated with them. Final boss gets warned about by the Green Knight who after testing him himself and giving him the gift of nature magic to add to his arsenal, warns him against the written serpent. Even just that much of a mention of Arthur though is enough to get the old king to turn his gaze upon where he'd thought he'd felt a pulse from his old blade.

So he arrives, love interests and besties start interacting with him and getting turned into his court, including this being when the girl he likes in Drama gets with his best friend in the drama club so, you know... Gwynevere and Lancelot. It's a shit show for his life personally, especially as old allies like The Green Knight, father to a love interest, disappear, knowing better than to stick around for whatever Arthur is going to do. But at first, Arthur and Morgan aren't enemies. Arthur is sponsoring the play, being the owner of Round Table Pizza because that's funny to me, and, well... He thinks Morgan quite literally can't be the wielder of Excalibur. Even when they shake hands and they both get a glimpse into each other, it only cements it further in Arthur's mind that something is wrong. When he asks for Mordred though, Morgan has no idea who he's talking about but that he should drop all the legend stuff. It's not good for anyone. Then Arthur pushes it by finally confirming something that had been extremely hinted at up until now by accusing him of being Mordred. That he should kill his false name and take up a proper male name if he wishes to pretend to be one.

Morgan never changed his name though when he figured out he was trans. He has a good relationship with his parents, never hated the name and when he tried using it in a more masculine tone, he felt it fit. So he never changed it. Of course, that's impossible to Arthur who wants a return to old things and so to him, this makes the current rightful king to Camelot a woman. He needs proof that the sword made the mistake though so time to fight! After all, if the sword is sane at all, him trashing the theater room while everyone is around will force Morgan to fight, which of course it does. Eventually, Morgan uses trickery, which is nothing new, to thrust through a fake rock with Excalibur to try to beat Arthur since Arthur is mostly wiping the floor with him. He's more experienced, he's stronger and his magic is better. Even without the sword, he's still a nightmare of an opponent. The problem is that the sword doesn't care if it's a real stone or fake one and it blasts everyone back from being planted back into a stone. Everyone... But Arthur, who was throwing a blast to counter the stab and so protected himself. He shatters the rock before the sword can finish changing it to real stone... And then leaves, saying he has a kingdom to build. Mordred doesn't exist after all and there are no knights for which to oppose him.

Classic disempowerment arc begins where a contrast between Arthur actually making the underground crime elements of the cities his minions and soldiers since they are strong and fighters while Morgan is still standing up for people and being a hero of a sorts, even without the sword's power. He does accidentally show he's still got a bit of power, like Arthur did, since he can still use his magic but it's never on purpose. It's just his heroic will made manifest. But he isn't going after Arthur himself because, well, he got his ass kicked with powers and its ARTHUR PENDRAGON. If anyone's a good leader, it's him. That changes when Arthur, in full regalia like he was during the fight but now looking even bigger and more intimidating, tries to make himself king. To turn the new city into his Camelot. For subjects, he releases prisoners and the like, claiming that the rules and order of this land is corrupt. That it no longer knows chivalry, even stating explicitly how it thinks women can be knights as a part of it. This gets Morgan so mad that he can't ignore how much magic he just conjured up and so he does two things: Remakes his knight costume to wear and Two: Calls the costume self Mordred. He never gave it a name before, usually referring to the other self by Excalibur or the like since that's where it comes from but never bothering with a name himself. That's not really who he is. BUT it is who Arthur is. Arthur tried already to hurt him with titles. To push him down by trying to come up with a deadname for him. Morgan doesn't care though. Call him what you want. His actions are what matters. So why not the name Mordred for a costume? He's just doing it because he knows it'll piss Arthur off, especially because all the footage fails to show one thing: Arthur actually using Excalibur. He goes out to fight Arthur, having riled the king up with rumors about a Mordred going around. When Arthur spits at him about finally taking the name of the usurper now, he laughs it off and says he needs to go to more Halloween parties. His name is still Morgan. That doesn't change how the fight is going to go. Morgan does taunt Arthur about using the blade though. He's having to dodge for his life while doing so but he's savvier now and he's not trying to win. Not yet. He's just making him angry and when he points this out, it throws Arthur into an all new frenzy. This isn't chivalry! This isn't honor! And so, in a practiced motion, he draws Excalibur! Aaaaand immediately the tip of it slams into the ground. It has rejected him. He is able to hold it but wield it? No. And power from it is flowing directly into Morgan as he just walks up to Arthur. He states that things like doing what you need to protect people, standing up to evil, showing understanding and making sure even the smallest, most marginalized get a fair shake are honorable and chivalrous. But Arthur sees him, sees his binder, and rejects him despite how small he is. Despite how weak he is. Even now, Arthur was willing to fight an unarmed opponent. He might have magic but what is magic compared to the might of Excalibur? Especially since he never once attacked Arthur in this fight. He claimed to want to talk and see Excalibur.

He takes the blade, full plate finally donning him as a crown appears on his head. It then all morphs to be effectively his normal clothes but metal. A new armor for a new age. He raises the blade... And gives Arthur a nick on the neck. He doesn't need to kill Arthur, not when this speech already did. Arthur shuts his eyes, sighs and whispers that he will make a good king before fading away, finally finding peace after so many centuries after he thought his ideals were dead.

Wrap up with Morgan getting with one of his love interests officially now that things have died down, the play FINALLY being put on and an epilogue of someone asking Morgan what he'll do as king. If he'll ever take up the mantle. He says he doesn't know, nor does he care. He'll just keep trying to do as much good as he can and anyone who tells him he can't can go fuck themselves. He's still Morgan and nothing, not even destiny, is every going to change that.

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I came up with this in 3 hours. As someone on my Discord pointed out, this is a full series synopsis effectively, probably actually really well paced for three seasons theoretically, or as a pretty decent book series that I'd assume would at least take... A quarter million words to tell? Probably a good deal more depending on just how many villains Morgan has to face? And again: I came up with it in three hours.

My brain just runs fast. Me not producing material is NEVER going to be an ideas problem. The closest it will ever come to that is my brain grid locking between too many ideas and not being pulled in any one direction, something most people can actually fight through, especially if they have multiple projects to work on. So yeah, reminder that if you'd like my take on a concept, let me know. Hell, you want to ask questions about this concept, go ahead. I detail the third act/season pretty heavily but I have deeper ideas for some stuff like the Green Knight.

Oh, final note to include: I felt really happy when one of the trans members of my Discord really liked the explanation for why Morgan doesn't have a dead name. That was actually come up with on the fly as my brain suddenly remembered Morgan Le Fay's name wasn't Morgana. Like... mid write up and the write up in Discord only took 20 minutes.

Alright, now it's links time.

I have a public Discord for any and all who want to join!

I also have an Amazon page for all of my original works in various forms of character focused romances from cute, teenage romance to erotica series of my past. I have an Ao3 for my fanfiction projects as well if that catches your fancy instead. If you want to hang out with me, I stream from time to time and love to chat with chat.

A Twitter you can follow too

And a Kofi if you like what I do and want to help out with the fact that disability doesn’t pay much.

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

warnings: swearing, sword fighting

Walking through the library, I looked up and down the aisles. Biting my lip, I sighed as I paused and leaned against one of the stacks.

“Flynn!” I called out. The sound of a sword fight caught my ears and I turned towards where I heard it coming from. “Flynn!” I smiled as I watched him fighting with Excalibur. He turned towards me and smiled back.

“(Y/N)!” He called as he parried cal. “Give me…one second.” He grunted as he tried to disarm the floating sword.

“Jenkins know you still do this?” I asked as Excalibur floated away. Flynn pulled the tie off his head and started to put it back on as he walked over to me. Putting his hands on my hips, he leaned in to kiss me. I cupped his cheeks and hummed happily.

“no. And I don’t want him to know.” Flynn said with a smile as he pulled away. “Something about using ancient artifacts for the wrong things and tempting fate playing with cal.” He shrugged as he wrapped his arms around me tighter. I smiled at him and laid my head on his shoulder.

“I see. Your secret is safe with me.” I laughed as I leaned up kiss his cheek. Flynn blushed slightly before wrapping his arm around me and starting to walk through the library again. He swung his sword at his side as we walked. “Can you teach me?” I asked suddenly. Flynn looked over at me confused.

“teach you what?” He asked. I smiled at him.

“how to sword fight.” I said. Flynn made a small noise and nodded.

“yeah. I can do that.” He paused and looked around for another sword. “Here. You can use this one.” Turning around he found the umbrella stand of swords that Jenkins kept around for some reason.

“ok.” I took the sword and took up the fighting stance I’ve seen Flynn use time and time again. Putting the tie back around his head, Flynn walked around me and gently tapped my feet to readjust me.

“you’ve done well already from just watching me.” Flynn acknowledged. “You know how to move?” I looked over my shoulder at him and nodded.

“think so.” I said with a smile. Flynn took a step back and I copied the movements I’d seen him make. Flynn regarded me with a smile. With a hand on my back, he leaned over my shoulder to kiss my cheek.

“not bad.” He said as he lined up in front of me. “The rest is just reflex and instinct.” Flynn crossed his sword with mine. “Ready?” I nodded. “I’ll go slow.” I nodded again and Flynn swung his sword. I blocked and moved forward with my own hit. I smiled at Flynn as I realized how easy it was coming to me.

“this isn’t bad.” I said with a smile as we crossed swords again at one point. Flynn smirked at me.

“you remember something I said a while ago? That I would do anything for the librarians?” I nodded and Flynn got a mischievous glint in his eye. “That includes teaching them to protect themselves. In all cases.” Flynn stepped up and started to move faster, his strikes more harsh and less predictable.

“oh shit.” I mumbled as I tried to move as quickly as he was. I stumbled a few times, making Flynn pause. I always waved him off before starting to match him. Flynn crossed swords and leaned into it. Smiling at me, he leaned between the swords to kiss me.

“you’re doing wonderfully for your first lesson.” He whispered against my lips before pulling back and starting the dance again. I paused when the tip of Flynn’s sword appeared under my chin. “And that’s match point.” He said, pulling it away. I sighed and sagged slightly against him.

“that’s more work than I thought I was.” I breathed as Flynn kissed my forehead. Flynn took the sword from me and put both of them away. Wrapping his arm around me, he steered us towards the annex.

“yeah. But it’s eventually worth it. Some of the people we interact with…” Flynn trailed off, looking around at some of the artifacts he brought back. “They are infinitely better with a sword than I am. It’s not something anyone every would have prepared us for out there. Only in the library are there threats like that.” I nodded against him as I wrapped my arm around him.

“lucky for me I have you.” I smiled at him. Flynn nodded with a smile back. “Thank you for teaching me.” He leaned over to kiss me.

“any time.”

[fatalfangirl]

Directors cut!!! I would love to read a commentary on Dead In Vegas chapter one! I am so curious about it! Alternatively if that will give away things you don't want to give away, I would also be delighted with the ⭐ option.

Thank you for the ask!

Dead in Vegas (which is woefully unfinished at the moment, but I swear will be some day) is my COBB fic from last year. I was paired up with the extremely talented @ingridnixie who produced an art piece that perfectly captures the first chapter.

I knew I wanted to write an action fic, and thought the characters to translate well into various secret agents. Before diving into chapter one, I actually outlined what each of the main agents profiles would be. I'll just share the two that matter for chapter 1 under the cut (along with a lot of additional commentary).

Legal Name: Simon Snow Salisbury Code Name: Rosebud Specialization: Assassination - Bladed weapons and hand-to-hand combat Type: Special Agent Weakness: Subtlety 

Legal Name: Tyrannus Basilton Grimm-Pitch Code Name: The Count Specialization: Assassination - Gadgets and guns Type: Special Agent Weakness: Hand-to-hand combat

The story is meant to take place over 4 days (Friday night through Monday morning) and thus was originally only 4 chapters, but Saturday and Sunday have too much going on...

Anyway, Chapter 1: Friday. This was the original outline:

Mission and Trap - Lamb killed

On the Run - who are these mystery assailants?

Contact with HQ lost - nothing on them can be trusted, step 1 - secure a new safe house location - this is how they end up gambling to get money and at a hotel together posed as a couple (why a couple? Because they need a cover. Why not just be friends? That is somehow harder for them to pull off, their bickering is more believable as a couple.)

A truce is called!

You'll notice I originally had the idea they would gamble to get the money to cover a room, but hotels on the strip require a credit card and I while everyone in the comments scolded Simon for carrying one, it worked well as a plot device to get Baz to learn Simon's name and for them to more believably secure a hotel room.

Which was always going to be Excalibur. I mean, how could it not?

I've been to Vegas like 10+ times and really only know the strip, so I feel much more comfortable writing about this particular slice of the city. Still, it took me a while to figure out where I wanted to place The Katherine considering nothing in Wayward Son really indicates where it is. But I basically made it replace part of the Aria 😅.

The inspiration for all The Flock imagery is pulled from Lamb and The Katherine. The lamb head for our lovely gang boss and the six crow wings are a tribute to all the black birds in the lobby of the hotel.

This chapter took me FOREVER!!!!!!!! to write and most of that comes down to combat. This fic has a lot of action scenes in it (naturally) and for the fight between Simon and Lamb, I watched so many action movie clips to try and understand the movement and flow of the fight. I also sat at my desk a lot and just like, moved my arms around, pretending. At one point, I even sketched out what Lamb's living room setup is like so I could move them properly around the space.

Oh and I was worried at some of my google searches for this fic put me on a government black list. Like researching sniper rifles and then googling the distance between various resorts.

Anyway, this has been long enough. I really do love this fic and it holds a special place in my heart and brain, so thank you for this ask!

[haitaniapologist]

SAY YOU LIKE ME.

pairings — baji keisuke x matsuno!reader.

warnings — yn is chifuyu's older sister, fluff, a bit of insecurities, they're kids and they're in love, some spoilers of the spin off (nothing too detailed), reader is called princess, crying in the street, enemies to lovers ish.

word count — 2.1k

notes — this is originally a request from @chiaki3nanami so thank you bby for it!!!! also this is in the same universe of my two chifuyu's sister!reader, favorite crime and all for us, so treat it as like ,,, a spin off of some sorts? and maybe a remake of yn's and baji's relationship described in favorite crime, due to the new information we have because of the bajifuyu spin off. anyways, i hope you guys will like it !!!!

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“stop beating my little brother.” 

keisuke never thought his first interaction with his cute neighbor would be like that — a black cat that he was sure it was peke j cuddled in your arms, your hair loose and an angry expression on your face. it was cute, and you were cuter, and he couldn't help but try to look more manly in front of you. at least you knew about his fighting skills, and didn't see him as just the nerd with funny glasses and slicked hair. 

“your little brother?” he didn't know your name, of course. he saw you once in school, surrounded by other girls while you were reading a book in lunch break, and followed you home to make sure no one was going to mess you — just to discover you lived in the same building as him. 

you furrowed your eyebrows. adorable. “don't act as if you don't know what i'm talking about, baji.” you almost spat and, if the circumstances were different, he would already be ready to fight you. “chifuyu. he's only twelve, i'm afraid that if you punch him too much he'll become dumb like you.” 

“that hurts, princess.” you opened your mouth to say a witty remark — that he shouldn't call you princess or anything like that because you weren’t friends — but you noticed that he was enjoying it when you spat back at him. that was confusing — he was a cute boy, and even if your heart raced whenever he looked down at you, especially when you felt his gaze on you in school, you were there as chifuyu's older sister. nothing more, of course, but his demeanour made your cheeks burn and you were glad excalibur was with you, or else would've already slapped him across the face multiple times. 

“it was supposed to hurt.” you replied, almost ready to go to your home and pretend nothing happened. your brother would be embarrassed if he knew what you did, but you couldn't help and not do anything. he was your baby brother, and you hated when you found him with bruises and blood whenever he had the decency to wait for you to go back home with you. or when your mother told the school called again to say chifuyu was in a fight, asking if you do something. 

and that was what you were trying to do. 

“if i know chifuyu got in another fight because of you, baji keisuke, i swear i will—”

“go on a date with me?” he cut you, and you just looked at him dumbfounded. 

you opened your mouth a few times, but closed it as soon as your lips parted. you didn't know what to say to him, never expecting him to ask you out — if the circumstances were others, you would be blushing and a puddle of shyness in front of him, but you were more angry than flattered that he was asking you on a date. 

“i think i have some peyang yakisoba in the kitchen, i can heat some water and we can eat and then—”

“i will not go on a date with you!” you exclaimed, startling excalibur in your arms. “you're a delinquent and annoying, and my mom told me to take care with boys like you! and you're making my little brother's attitude worse than it is!” you tried to explain, ignoring the flash of hurt that crossed his eyes — but that hurt became something else, something that you couldn't decipher. “so no. i will not go on a date with you.” you were sure you had made your point clear, storming off his front door. 

“that's what we'll see, princess!” you rolled your eyes at his voice, feet already taking you up to your home again. 

you tried to ignore the way your heart was beating inside your chest, ignoring the curious look on your mom's face when you went straight to your room, too. 

— 

you tried to ignore baji keisuke as much as you could, but studying at the same school as him, your brother being his new friend and living in the same building as him, was a bit difficult. 

he didn't bother you so much at school. he had a different persona there, of a nerd and studious guy, just like you were. but you could still hear his calls of ‘princess’ and ‘matsuno-chan’ whenever you were near. but you ignored him, of course, always walking away with your friends or pretending to ignore him by reading one of your books. but he was persistent, nonetheless — always trailing behind you, always accompanying you back home when he wasn't with your brother, always putting small notes on your table. 

you hated him. 

your mother could notice something was happening between her daughter and ryoko's son — it was even funny to see it, you fighting against your feelings while keisuke trailed behind you like a lost puppy. chifuyu wanted to throw up every time baji started asking about you, but there wasn't any other guy he would trust enough to date you. it was his place as the only man in the family to make sure you would date someone worthy of your love. your dad wasn’t around anymore, but chifuyu would do what he would’ve done if he was alive.

“he really likes you, you know.” chifuyu said one afternoon after you three arrived in the building — an afternoon that he wasn't embarrassed enough to be seen with you — and you just rolled your eyes. 

you opened the door to your home, being greeted by peke j — the new lame name of your brother's cat, given by baji — and you kneeled down to scratch the space between his ears. “i'm being serious, y/n.” you pretended you weren't hurt not being called y/n-nee by your little brother, and you just sighed. 

“well, i don't like him, so tell him that, chifuyu.” it was what you said before storming out to your room, cheeks red and hands sweating. 

“not like him, my ass.”

you really thought you didn't like baji keisuke, until a fateful day after winter holiday. 

— 

chifuyu said he wouldn’t walk you home, because he didn’t want people to see him much with you. that was hurting your feelings, of course, but you understand him a bit — he was now the vice captain of the first division of the tokyo manji gang, baji’s new best friend and respected by everyone from school and outside of it. why would he want people to see him with you, his older sister? you were just a nerd, someone that was always with her nose in a book, never broke the rules and was always a teacher pleaser. 

his total opposite. 

but you didn’t like how cold he was with you, and you walked away with tears in your eyes — but you held your head high. you were still older than him, one grade above him and his sister. he would hear so much when he arrived home. you would make sure he would never make you cry again, because what hurt the most was not the fact that he didn’t want to walk you home, but because you felt as if he was exchanging you for baji. you felt as if he preferred him over you, and it hurt. 

but you wiped your tears, hands holding the straps of your bag with more strength than necessary, heavy steps in the fine line of snow in the street. you just wanted to arrive home and lock yourself in your room — you knew your mom would be worried, more than normal. chifuyu was arriving more beat up from school and always sneaking up with baji, and you were more inside your room than ever, especially when you heard keisuke’s voice inside your house. but you didn’t know how to put your feelings in words, because you didn’t want to acknowledge them. 

because then you would come to terms that maybe you didn’t hate baji keisuke like you thought you did for the last six months. 

the redness of your cheeks whenever he called you princess, or the way your heart raced whenever you caught a glimpse of his black hair wasn’t hatred, and you knew that. but it was easier to pretend it was, because you knew he only saw you as a challenge. as soon as you accepted going on a date with him, everything would be over — maybe he would kiss you, and that was it. it would start and end with the same quickness, and it would leave with that you were preventing. 

heartbreak. 

pretending to hate him was for the best, of course. someday he would forget about you and move on, and then you would be able to move on, too. he seemed to be doing that already, and it kind of hurt too, not seeing him chasing you around school or calling your name through the halls. 

you sighed, but your eyebrows quickly furrowed, hearing someone calling your name.

“y/n!” you turned around to be met with keisuke’s red orbs, and it felt as if everything you were trying to hold back came crashing like a waterfall. the tears couldn’t stop going down your eyes, and if things were normal, you would’ve laughed at baji’s panicked expression.

but you kept crying, crying like a baby, loud sobs and fat tears on your cheeks — and your face was met with a warm and sturdy chest, your body enveloped between arms that made you feel safe. 

your sobs and tears stopped gradually with the amount of his warmth that enveloped you, your arms weakly holding the back of his winter jacket. it wasn’t fair that he was so war, no fair that he smelled so good, no fair that his arms seemed to be made to hug you — because it seemed as if he knew how much pressure you liked in your skin, how you liked your head to be when hugging someone. it was as if baji keisuke was inside your head and he knew everything about you. 

that made you tighten your hold on him. 

keisuke held your face even closer to his chest, long fingers stroking your head as if you were peke j who wanted a few scratches after killing a mouse or a bird. you two stayed like that for a few moments, basking in each other’s presence — you were too afraid to let go of him and he said it was just a prank, or worse: that he liked you as a friend. keisuke, in the other hand, was terrified of you returning to your normal self, of scowling and of not talking with him. he shouldn’t be, of course, as he was the captain of toman’s first division and he shouldn’t be such a coward, but that was your effect on him. 

but he needed to know something. maybe if it would hurt. 

“do you really hate me?” 

the question hung in the air for a few minutes, and you could almost taste it in your tongue — it was bittersweet, filled with pent-up frustration of months. but you shook your head negatively, trying to formulate words that would express what you really felt.

keisuke let you, his hands still holding you tight. 

“i just… chifuyu is always with you. i feel like i’m not his sister anymore.” you admitted, cheeks red with embarrassment. “maybe i’m jealous? i can’t explain. i just want my baby brother back.” you sighed, closing your eyes. “and you’re the type my mom told me to stay away from, and i don’t want to have my heart broken by you.” 

that earned a chuckle from him, and even you giggled. it sounded stupid saying all of that out loud — because even though baji was a deliquent and he loved violence, he was sweet and kind too, and your mother loved him. “if you knew how chifuyu speaks of you, princess, you would never feel as if you aren’t his sister anymore.” his hands traveled from your waist to hold your face and, for the first time, you really looked at his eyes. to their brownish red color, to the warmth pooling from them. but you felt embarrassed, knowing that your brother spoke about you to his gang members. “and about your heart, i promise i’ll take great care of it, y/n. just give me and my peyang yakisoba a chance, please?”

“lead the way then, kei.”

only if you knew how broken your heart would be after you lost him in halloween.

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[farieshades]

Oh deities. I can already here people screaming.

What do you think about Mordred? And about his realtionships with Arthur, Merlin and Morgana?

*I can already feel the glares*

I added in relationships with knights, but… tada? 

Thoughts In General

Mordred originally starts off as a creepy child (12ish I'd say). No hate, ofc, but The Beginning of the End really shows a creepy stare. Idk, Asa Butterfield’s eyes are chilling which was very fitting for the role. He gets… better. The Nightmare Begins shows a more carefree child initially with hope and joy, which suggests the glaring and the anger from the first season is more based on being literally trapped in Camelot, which is fair. We see Mordred’s power come into play here, knocking out, or possibly killing, some knighs [And Merlin has the audacity to act shocked as if he hasn’t killed plenty of people at this point]. 

The last that we see of young Mordred is The Witch’s Quickening, in which he is kinda getting manipulated by Alvarr, and the last we see of him for a very long time is him swearing revenge-ish to Emrys who tries to cause his death. So like, I too would be swearing revenge if this bastard tried to trip me knowing it would likely be my death after. Like, Emrys, to the Druids, was supposed to be this protector-type figure. Sure, to magic and stuff, but,,, ouch? 

Anyway, Mordred leaves the scene until he gets thrown into existence again as a young man (20-24 years old?) in Season 5. Alexander Vlahos’ portrayal seems very 👌, perfect and on point. Anyway, things happen, Mordred becomes a knight, swearing to protect Camelot and whatnot and he’s good at it. Supposedly, according to Arthur, one of the best, or will soon be. Sure, this is foreshadowing, but I’d like to think its just that Mordred is that good. He want’s to show off. He want’s to be the best (for both Emrys and Arthur). He wants to prove to everyone that he is good. 

There are snippets in episodes through the season that show his character. He is strong, both in magic and in his morality. He refuses to ‘out’ Merlin when hunting Finna, he stands with Arthur when Guinevere is enchanted, and then, we see him spare a girl. It doesn’t mean much at the moment outside of Mordred is sparing someone escaping from a group of dead knights. 

Kara, we learn, was an old friend. But someone who rejects the goodness of what may be within Arthur, and with brazzen impulse also later tries to kill the King. Mordred at this point is pulled in two ways, his loyalty to his friend, and loyalty to the King. It snaps, because of course it must, when Kara is killed, and Mordred leaves Camelot for Morgana. 

A fall from grace, but up to this point, Mordred has firmly stuck to his own understanding of honour. He perceives Merlin having done nothing he should have, and thus must be considered the true enemy here, giving up his name to Morgana (who should really have figured out something at this point, that serving boy is too hardy to kill somehow). 

Then, with a sword forged in Aithusa’s breath, he fights Arthur. Arthur hesitates upon seeing Mordred, giving him every chance to strike him down. And when Mordred himself falls to Excalibur, he smiles. 

I’d like to believe this smile wasn’t malice or revenge based, but a sense of completion. He did what he had to, to protect others. To, hell, obey the prophecy that dictated it will be a druid who will kill Arthur. 

Must that druid have been Mordred from the very beginning? Could a different person have taken that spot? Was it made to be Mordred based on Destiny or the actions Merlin took against Mordred? Who knows. I certainly don’t.

Knights

Older Mordred is shown to respect his fellow knights who treat him like a little brother. He certainly feels friendly with Elyan and Percival the most (though that may be my head saying Gwaine noticed Merlin keeping Mordred at arms length and did the same cause Gwaine is a ride-or-die friend). 

Percival - 46 works under the Mordred/Percival tag, with plenty of hurt/comfort and angst feelings around. 

Elyan - 5 works in the Elyan/Mordred tag, which is very unacceptable, this pairing needs more love wow… Ok, but from what there is its so soft and cute, do recommed checking that out actually. Only 1 multichapter, the others are under 2k.

Gwaine - 16 works for Gwaine/Mordred, which is very pwp heavy it seems, also plenty of modern settings. Personally don’t ship it due to my head going ):< but I think the dynamic there would work. 

Leon - 12 works for Leon/Mordred which is shocking to me more in the fact that my head constantly wants Leon with no one cause he just doesn’t want connection like that but, lots of gift giving and modern fics so it actually works I suppose. 

Lancelot - 1 fic in a different language and I havent a clue what it says. Which is fair, considering Lancelot in the show is dead by the time Mordred shows up. 

Morgana

Mordred, as a child, had a close bond to Morgana. She helped him when she really didn’t need to. He looked at her and saw a friend, a figure of protection. Someone who got undoubtedly punished for helping him when the knights caught up to them on the street. Later, then, Morgana falls into his care when she arrives at the Druids encampment. Later more, we see Mordred and Morgana hugging when they see each other. It doesn’t feel, as some would depict, as motherly, but more friends? Maybe a sibling type? I imagine the writers were attempting to give the feeling of family to the two to attempt the familial connection between Mordred and the Pendragons (Anna or Morgause are often depicted as his mother depending on the author). Indeed, when he felt alone and betrayed, he turned to Morgana, betraying his character arc for most of Season 5 and fell right to the Prophecy’s hands. 

There is currently, as of writing this, 74 works under Mordred/Morgana, so it’s certaintly not a popular ship to have, but there is a distinct feeling of hurt/comfort in the relationship that I could understand. 

I also like the fandom idea that Mordred was the one to find a way to get Morgana + Aithusa out of Sarrum’s cage. Not sure how my head constructs it, but I like the base idea of it, you know?

Merlin

There is a power dynamic here that is, at the base, unbalanced. Much like how Arthur/Merlin is unbalanced, but in this Mordred and Merlin both know fully what the other may be capable of, unlike Arthur who is predominantly in the dark. 

Mordred grows up with kinda a hero-complex in his mind for Emrys, whereas Merlin grows paranoid of the future Mordred may follow. Many times the relationship has hints of, erm, darkness? But it also has hints of hope of better futures. 

Currently 492 fics for the pairing Merlin/Mordred… with my own on oct 29 being the most recent at the moment. That’s a mood, thanks. Not many writers for it, but it does have a theme of angst and pining and ignoring angry flying lizards that breathe fire, and a bit of pwp added in to some. Plenty of Modern fics, Good Modred fics, generalized romance, Genderswapping, and only 15 are tagged as underage. 

I know many people do not prefer the shipping of Mordred with anyone due to age and peadophilia hints in relationships, which is completely fair, however by Season 5, as a knight Mordred would be 22. Not… excusing things, really, but…ahhh… I think I may be digging a hole right now and am shutting up so onto…..

Arthur

Arthur is protective, which is mainly just part of his character, but to Mordred it’s different. Like how it is with Merlin, Arthur and Mordred are constantly choosing to save each other’s lives when they could have not (or were discouraged on it w/ that crossbow scene). This is, mainly, asense of decency, of two good men with honour. Once Mordred joins the knights, Arthur is quick to see Mordred is strong, easily one of the best.

The two work well together, which feels similar to Morgana’s analysis into familial relations, more due to trying to stick somewhat to the myths of Arthur being both Uncle and Father to Mordred. Luckily, we don’t actually need to worry about that with Merlin BBC due to the whole Druids stuff, but the feeling of…familial love or more still is present in the relationship here.

Then… with 93 works under the Arthur/Mordred tag, we end up with a high number of Modern/AU works with Hurt/Comfort and Angst predomenint. However, it should be noted that within these 93 works, 56 also tag Merthur. Unclear how that’s working, I’m just literally on Ao3 looking at numbers and questioning how.

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

best laid plans, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: It’s the middle of the night. You’re asleep next to your model boyfriend, Jeon Jungkook, who is jacking off while touching your tits. Wait. Hold on a second. What? (He is still your model boyfriend though, even after all that.)

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; established relationship; playful banter and shitty jokes; actually low-key crack and fluff; smut (fem reader, m-masturbation, handjob (while sucking on JK’s balls, lucky guy), tiny bit of nipple play and pussy slapping, edging, cowgirl, penetrative sex); non-idol!BTS; the parenthesis are the reader’s inner thoughts and i did make a Dynamite lyric reference with JK’s dick and you can’t stop me

yes, the title is a pun, channeling my inner seokjinnie it’s what you think it is and it’s also not

–

Your dreams were always vivid and intense. 

Was it normal to have movie-level, hyperdetailed, sometimes not even involving you or anyone you knew (at least consciously), insane storyline dreams on a constant basis (without medication causing them)? You know, maybe not. You should get that checked out. But not today, because this is not the story about that (you really should get that checked out).

This is the story about you dreaming about your boyfriend jacking off next to asleep you and then realizing it was not a dream. 

At first you were like, man, that sure sounds like Jeon Jungkook breathing hard. Was he working out? Why are you having dreams about Jungkook working out? That's literally the most pointless, mundane dream you could ever have. Also, you weren't seeing anything, just blackness. What was the damn point of this dream you couldn't even look at him?

(To be honest, that’s very rude of you, brain.)

Jungkook always asked you to work out at home with him but, one, he was annoying as fuck to work out with because all he did was stare at you ("oh yeah, my bad for thinking you're sexy, holy shit, what a crime to think my girlfriend and future wife is hot!"); two, you literally had zero motivation to work out (not lazy, just, you know, didn't give a shit and Jungkook called that your great flaw of being his perfect girlfriend – but he loved all your soft bits so he was sending you mixed messages, tsk tsk); and finally, three, it always led up to fucking, so why go through all that trouble hyping yourself up in your leggings and sports bra, only to spend five minutes in them and forty-five doing a whole different kind of workout that didn't require clothes?

Exactly. 

Just skip that shit and get to the naked part. 

Oh, right, back to the whole deep-breathing Jungkook and you seeing darkness thing. 

Sometimes you had dreams with only sound and very little visual. It was disorienting, giving you the feeling of being trapped in a maze with no way out (dream analysts would be all over that shit) and once the images returned, you were usually naked (psychologists would have a field day with that). But this time, you were unmoving. Listening to tense inhale, drawn-out exhale, over and over, and you only recognized it as Jungkook because he did that thing where he sucked on his teeth a little, making that almost inaudible hiss noise. 

You felt heavy, tired, sluggish, as if you were dragging yourself through mud, in between the brink of conscious and subconscious, in that brief moment where you could control the dream but not your body, that little pocket of utopia. You searched for Jungkook in the darkness, curious to find him, and you couldn't, but he seemed to be beside you, to your right, where he usually was when you slept. Next to you, sometimes snoring so you'd have to smack him in the chest and he'd snort and stop (for a hot second, then you'd roll him to his side so at least he wouldn't be snoring in your ear). His pectoral muscles were bigger lately (you hated working out but you sure as hell didn't hate Jungkook working out) and the slapping sound was pretty satisfying now, palm to hard muscle. 

Kind of like the sound right now. 

Wait. 

You weren't slapping Jungkook's pecs.

You furrowed your brows. Huh? Why were you hearing that soft smacking sound over and over, Jungkook's low hiss and then your name in a deep hazy whisper and why was your front cold? You usually slept with only panties, no bra, but you weren't usually cold up top – that's what the linen duvet was for (you paid way too much for that, but you saw it on Instagram and, hey, it's your money, go off) and, to be honest, you used to be a cute pajamas person but, ever since you started living with Jungkook, he wanted you to wear as much as he did when he slept (read: literally only his boxer briefs). Lots of begging (and him being on his knees for you) later, and now it was your habit to strip before sleeping.

Anyway, back to being cold. 

You scrunched up your face and listened to the labored breathing in your right, a hand drifting on your stomach, tracing your bellybutton, moving up, light, delicate touches, the sound of skin on skin. A gentle fingertip brushed your nipple. 

You cracked your eyes open.

There was a tiny bit of light from your computer, the RGB keyboard casting a faint rainbow. You shifted your eyes to your right.

Jungkook's left arm was in an awkward position, softly caressing your nipple as he violently pumped his dick. 

On the bed. 

Underwear gone.

On the floor? Probably. 

He looked pretty damn hard. (Nice.) 

Your eyes floated to his face and his eyes were closed, mouth open, trying not to make any noise, gasping your name. Shapely jaw, soft cheeks, dark lashes, ash blond hair framing his handsome features, so beautiful it was unreal. His head turned towards you and his dark brown eyes slowly opened, purring your name lovingly. 

"Yeah, Jungkook?"

You saw the single blissful second it took for Jungkook's brain to catch up. 

Then he choked.

On air and his dick by squeezing it far too hard in complete and utter shock. 

"HOLY FUCK!"

He yanked his hand back, off your chest (feels bad man) and released his cock, causing it to bounce a little in the air (kind of sexy, not gonna lie), both of them shooting up to cover his rapidly reddening cheeks, one tattooed, one not, his inked right arm tense and his hand glistening with points of pre-cum.

You blinked innocently at him. 

"Oh, shit, fuck, I'm so sorry, um, l–listen," he sputtered, dick still sticking straight up, completely oblivious to Jungkook's embarrassment (ignorance is bliss). "I... I have a good reason, I s-swear."

You rolled onto your side and squished your tits together. Jungkook's brain seemed to implode a little, staring at your squashed breasts and hard nipples like it was the first time (even though you knew he literally sees them at least once a day).

"You're horny?" 

Your voice cracked a little from sleep and you coughed to clear your throat (not sexy, but such is life). 

Jungkook's shaking pupils were too busy staring at your titties. "Y-Yeah, I just woke up randomly horny as fuck, but I know how much you hate having your sleep disturbed so I was just going to edge myself a little... well, maybe finish…"

"You masturbating while touching my tits is not going to disturb me?"

"I... I've done it before..."

???????

???????

"Uh..."

"I don't touch you very much!" Jungkook blurted, grabbing your hands. "P-Please don't be mad! I only touch you a little and always very carefully! I never try to take advantage, I'm just horny, please, please, please don't be mad!"

He grabbed you by the shoulders and hugged you tightly. You grimaced, not because of the hug (Jungkook’s hugs were top tier), but because his hard dick jammed right into your thigh and smeared a giant line of pre-cum onto your skin (a little cold and not nearly as sexy as internet smut stories make it out to be, but maybe that was because you literally woke up to Jungkook jacking off without giving you so much as an invitation, rude). You gasped and retreated a little, but that made Jungkook try to grab you tighter and his cock bent upwards and jabbed you in the lower belly. 

Still leaking everywhere, by the way. 

"Oh shit–"

"Look here Excalibur, I'm not the stone waiting for the king," you winced, swiping your hand across your skin and wiping it on the side of his ass (hey, it's free real estate). Jungkook yelped, letting go of you. 

"Hey!"

"If you're horny, let's fuck, not joust. I don't have the proper equipment for that and I'm not an undercover Lancelot, as dope as that would be."

"I should be turned off by now," Jungkook muttered under his breath (probably cursing your poorly timed King Arthur jokes – you did have a tendency to wear your mind on your sleeve). "But I'm not because, fuck, look at this body..."

His hands were already running all over your skin and, if there was one thing Jungkook had an extra zest for, it was fucking you – all the time, twenty-four seven, rest in peace responsibilities if you ever decided to become a nudist, but thankfully you had self-control (not when it came to terrible jokes at inappropriate times though, that was your vice). However, sleepy you had less self-control and let him do whatever he wanted, running his fingers all over your chest, making you shiver and slide closer to him, rubbing your thigh against his length and he sucked in a breath, whispering your name hotly against your cheek.

"S-Stop, I'm going to get horny..."

"You're already horny," you hummed into his chin, running your fingers through his blond hair, closing your eyes again, listening to his soft moan against your cheek (he always sounded so good, so fucking sexy, it was sinful), your left hand sliding down between you both. his palms pressed into your breasts, squeezing them roughly as you cupped your hand around his length and balls (Jungkook was really warm and your hands were kind of cold, this turned out to be a win-win situation, sweet). You wound your fingers around his length with two fingers hooked around his balls, bouncing them lightly as you rubbed his velvety skin, sighing against his neck.

"Pog."

"Do not Twitch chat talk to my dick," Jungkook muttered. "Also, what kind of weak-ass handjob is this, are you just warming your cold-as-fuck fingers–" (well, shit) "–oh, fuck!"

You gripped his cock with your left hand and buried your fingers in his hair, tongue between your lips as you roughly stroked his length, making Jungkook squirm and gasp above you, jerking back. You kept your hold on him, tighter, feeling him swell and get harder, grinning, your eyes still closed, working him fast and firm.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Jungkook swore repeatedly, pinching your nipples and rolling them between his fingers (damn, he was making you work to keep this smirk on your face, but it was worth), tendrils of pleasure snaking through you. You bit the side of your lip, increasing your pace, squeezing just under the head the way he liked, pre-cum pooling around the pocket of your index finger and thumb, adding lubrication.

"Stop, s-stop, I'm gonna e-explode," Jungkook moaned, planting his hands onto your tits and sinking his fingers in the softness once more (hello? where's the titty love, this ain't all about you, Jungkook). 

"I like dynamite," was you answer, cracking one eye open. "Light it up." 

Jungkook growled in his throat, glaring at you. "I swear to God, if you weren't so fucking hot, I'd be so fucking limp right no–aah, d-don't, oh fuuuck, please..."

You slid down the bed, switching hands, attaching your mouth to his balls (he was probably grateful for that, can't talk with a mouthful of nuts, sad) and put your breasts on his thigh, rubbing your nipples all over his hard muscle as you sucked, starting off slow, then faster and faster, one to the other, tongue all over, Jungkook loudly rambling nonsense above you (you weren't paying attention, you had a dick to jack off and some balls to rearrange with your masterful tongue) until Jungkook squealed at your firm grip on the head, cutting off his orgasm once again.

"Stop edging me," he hissed angrily above you.

You blew a raspberry on his nuts.

"A-ah, fuuuuuuuuck!"

Oh, that turned out to be more pleasurable than either you or Jungkook imagined, because his eyes were gigantic and his hips were furiously humping your hand, but you weren't holding him tight enough for him to cum. You raised your eyebrows at him and Jungkook gave you the most displeased expression he could muster (he looked cute as fuck, a complete fail), ash blond strands clinging to his forehead, nose scrunched up.

"That was for jacking off without me," you tutted.

"You would have gotten pissed if I woke you up to fuck," he pouted.

"I need beauty sleep to be beautiful."

"I hear facials actually help quite a lot."

You burst out laughing and Jungkook followed suit, his rich, full, almost wheezing laugh, until he realized you had swiped a condom from the nightstand (yup, they were casually in a little moon-shaped dish by the bed next to the chap stick and phone charger, says a lot about you two), fitted it on him, and then you sat on his dick.

"W-Wait – oooooooh, fuck!"

You waited a second for your body to adjust, forcefully stretched out by his thick girth, but it wasn't that bad when you were controlling your muscles and expecting it, so you started rocking your hips after the second, sighing in satisfaction. Jungkook's eyes rolled back into his head, his long fingers bunching up on his chest, raising his ass to get deeper with every slap of hips to hips, your body talking to his, heat rising through you, branching out your spine and to your limbs, the best kind of workout (your only workout, be honest here), clenching your core, making Jungkook snap his head back in panic, shaking his head furiously.

"I'm g-gonna cum if you keep going l-like that..."

You leaned down, brushing his hands away and spreading your fingers over his pecs, running your nails over his hard nipples. Jungkook whimpered, chewing on his lip, you turning the tempo from a fast one to a longer, slower, more complete stroke from head to base, soft ass smacking his soft balls. He looked up at you, moaning softly, pupils blown wide, rainbow shadows over his face (damn, he's pretty, eleven out of ten, for sure), gasping your name, his hands finding your forearms and caressing them, eyelashes fluttering.

"O-oh, fuck, p-please... faster... wanna cum... you're so fucking sexy... ah, fuck, wanna cum for you..."

No one could say no to that, especially not you.

You slid your arms down to the bed, right beside his head, and increased the force, intensifying it all, Jungkook's fingers flying up and holding onto your nipples, the sheer wildness of your own pace tugging and pulling on them, your breathing deepening, panting hard, wispy and hot, his name on your lips, pleasure all over, passionately fucking him into the bed, and him jutting his hips back into your soaked walls, throbbing against the tightness, so hot, fire coursing through you, your juices soaking his crotch and balls.

“Jungkook, oh, fuck, yes...”

You squeezed him hard and Jungkook thrust into you with a groan, all hardness and thickness violently burying itself into your overwhelming heat and you moaned lustfully, pussy shuddering around his wonderful cock, feeling it shiver repeatedly, his orgasm filling up the condom so much that you felt the latex stretch inside you, jarring jerks with each of Jungkook's soft cries, his head shoved into the pillows, blond hair fanning out like a halo and practically wearing out your name with how many times he was chanting it.

You reached and held down the condom as you unsheathed (the beast), collapsing against the bed and laying down, wheezing a little, greatly satisfied at your work.

"Boom."

You weakly reached up and mimed a firework with one hand.

"Like dynamite."

"Oh, my fucking God," Jungkook muttered, peeling off the condom and immediately snatching the towel next to the bed (also says a lot about you two) and another condom, yanking off the other one (trash can next to the bed already, again says – never mind, you get it) and cleaning himself off before putting on the new one. "On your back."

You rolled on your back, snickering. "Three parts dynamite, with a nitroglycerin cap–"

Jungkook clapped a hand on your mouth and it smelled a whole lot like his cum. "This is not the time to be quoting the Addams Family, you animal."

You nuzzled out of it, grinning. "I'm just saying I want an orgasm equivalent to blowing up a small house."

"Oh, you'll get it," Jungkook growled, yanking your hips to the center of the bed, pushing your legs up to your chest, almost bending you in half. "You ready?"

You bit your lip, still grinning. "Of course."

One hand left your leg and you were confused for a split second.

The next you were gasping, Jungkook rapidly smacking his hand into your clit and pussy, not hard, but constant, swift smacks that got you wetter and wetter, quivering and struggling for breath.

"J-Jungkook, oh f-fuck, Jungkook..." you whined, fingers digging into the sheets, twisting them, bouncing your hips towards him. He inhaled sharply, fitting his finger onto your clit and raising himself.

"W-wait – oh fuck!"

Jungkook chuckled and thrust into your wet warmth, rubbing your clit at the same time. Your body squirmed, trying to alleviate the sudden high rush of pleasure, but Jungkook was stronger (was this the reason he worked out? no complaints here), his free hand pressing your leg down into your chest, your other leg crammed against his shoulder, his hand snaking in between and stimulating your clit, not having to move because you were moaning helplessly, rutting against him repeatedly, pulsating all around him, so good, so good, throbs of desire against his callused fingertip, eyes rolling back. Hard cock, engorged clit worked into a frenzy, your own hips fucking him back so hard that Jungkook was moaning with you, your name tumbling out from those pink lips.

"Cum for me, fuck, you sound and look so sexy, come on, come on..."

You would have praise for him too if you could breathe, but you couldn't, pleasure so overwhelming that your eyes closed, getting there, getting so close, and Jungkook he kept going until you wailed his name, back arcing, your tits hitting your thighs, forearms taut and straining, lower body lurching towards him and leaking out slick juices all over his crotch and yours, so much so that his finger slipped and his nail nicked your clit, turning your moan into a howl of ecstasy.

"Oh, shit, are you ok–"

You grabbed his hips, ignoring whatever the fuck he was saying, and slammed him down into your pussy, making Jungkook lose his balance and put his hands on the bed, yelping, and you hissing in his face, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, please, Jungkook, give me your cock, and Jungkook was saying something but your body gave no fucks, ears mysteriously broken at that specific moment, raising your hips to meet his as he sank down, Jungkook's face scrunching up and his pleas finally reaching your ears.

"H-Hold on, I want to last, stop, stop, stop..."

"Who cares about that, I need dick," was your very impatient response, but Jungkook grabbed your thighs and pinned you down, stopping you and him from moving, you whining and clenching around him.

"This is not p–"

Jungkook immediately fitted his hand over your mouth, narrowing his eyes at you. "No. Bad. Shush."

(How did he know you were going to say 'this is not poggers'?)

You wiggled your ass and Jungkook growled, pulling out and slamming back in, not fast, but powerful, cock getting harder and harder with your whines and cries behind his palm.

"This is what you need," he panted, deep and gravelly, one hand on the bed and one on your mouth, fucking you so hard that your ass was bouncing on the bed, creating a wet spot on the sheets with how drenched you were for Jungkook's lust-filled, husky voice. "Need me to fuck you silent, fuck, you're so tight and wet, come on, cum for me, cum for me, you sexy, sexy woman..."

Your body was already complying, pleasure wrapping all around, body so hot from the fire within, tongue pressed against his palm, moaning lewdly around his fingers as you came again, and he was so hard, fuck, Jungkook was so fucking hard right after he woke up, always, (a fucking mystery and eighth wonder of the world and your pussy was thoroughly investigating), so deep and so thick, your muscles clutching him tight, sucking him back in. His fingers separated a little, loosening his grip, and you heard your needy whimper mildly muffled by his digits.

"You're so good Jungkook, I love you, fuck, I love your cock, Jungkook..."

You looked up into his eyes, at his long hair hanging around his face, jaw clenched, smirking as he saw your gaze, biting the side of his lips in concentration.

"I love you too," he breathed. "You're the sexiest, most beautiful woman in the world."

You clamped around him and Jungkook groaned, eyelids fluttering, grunting as he forcefully thrust into you, your name mixed with a moan as he came again, fully sheathing himself in your quivering, abused heat, warm pulses soothing him and you all over. The sheets stuck to your ass, covered in your sweet-smelling cum.

(Good thing that was on his side of the bed.)

His hand glided up your face, pushing back your hair, shuddering as he rutted into your core a few more times, savoring your tightness.

"You alright, my dude?" you whispered nonchalantly, gasping slightly.

Jungkook cracked one eye open. "Yeah, I'm fucking fantastic, bro."

"Pog-"

Jungkook shoved two fingers into your mouth and you choked a little, pouting around his fingers (you weren't surprised though, you knew it was coming).

"I will whip this dick out and slap you in the face with it."

"That's kinda nasty, but also sounds kinda hot," you gargled around his fingers.

"... You're right. Damn, he's asleep. Shit."

Jungkook pulled his fingers out and wiped them on the towel, frowning as he glanced down.

"Only him and not us, something seems a little inverted here."

Jungkook chuckled and leaned down to kiss you (another reason why he was the perfect partner, still being affectionate, regardless of your loony antics).

"I love you."

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in which you anger jjk by being annoying - wait, that’s every day well, he still wants to bang you counter point

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[witchysolfan]

Ok just to be clear, this is fanfic written by a really good fan author that did a better job with world building and I keep thinking about this one story detail so….

I remember this one Harry Potter fanfic that was actually good in its world building and utilizing actual European fairytales and legends. And one story arc stood out to me I’m trying to remember but it’s in the Trieuzard tournament I think, many things are different but Harry at some points gets a sword to use in one trial challenge which are a lot more intense. Again I don’t remember the reasons why but it made sense reading the context in fanfic story.

It’s a beautiful sword.

A powerful sword.

Then Harry looks to the lake when it’s all over and tells Ron, seeming to get a mental intuition with it, “This doesn’t belong to me. I’m just borrowing it. I’m not it’s true owner.”

And throws the sword high up and into the lake.

And a delicate hand comes out to grab it by the handle.

Then retreats.

And that was a pretty cool written nod to King Arthur and the handling of Caliburn/Excalibur, in my opinion.

(I think it was a Sirius Black actually makes an effort to clean up his act and get custody of Harry after third year fix it fanfic)

(I swear fanfiction did loads better with the characters and world than the actual story. And I’m still thinking about the differences.)

(Also refuse to buy anything Harry Potter and would sooner watch Rowling fall off a cliff with popcorn in hand. It’s just still nostalgic to me.)

[birdsareblooming]

Merlina’s True Nature

(This is a re-write to a past theory, but I felt it was written poorly so I’m redoing it.)

(I’ll also be discussing major spoilers for the game.)

Sonic and the Black Knight has gained a lot of popularity recently, almost a cult following. Even before Lancelot and Excalibur Sonic were added to Sonic Forces: Speed Battle, it was gaining a strange resurgence in fan-made content. Although maybe I just follow @silvermun​ too closely. Either way! It’s in the public consciousness again.

It’s mainly popular for it’s story, it’s gameplay being famously weird, and it’s story is something I feel it has over Sonic and the Secret Rings. They did much more research into Arthurian lore than they had too, and because of that, we got an interesting world and variations of known characters with their own appeal. 

Black Knight ranting aside, because of the resurgence a lot of eyes have been on Merlina the Wizard, an important character in the game. 

I loved Merlina before it was cool, but this theory came when I was surrounded by content for her, reaching a realization about her true nature, even... truer (?) than the Dark Queen.

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Now let’s start with the usual, a numbered list. 

1. Let’s discuss everyone’s counterparts.

This is important, I swear.

Shadow = Lancelot (Known as the most powerful one, raised in strange and magical circumstances, Hides his emotions but has his limits.) Knuckles = Gawain (Bold and brash, never turns down a challenge, but with a pure heart that keeps his word. Also “haha gawain and the green knight”) Blaze = Percival (Working with Silver/Gallahad to find a world-saving power. Royalty, powerful, and chivalrous.) Silver = Gallahad (Similar to Lancelot, but more pure. Working with Blaze/Percival to find a world saving power, and at the head of the search. Known for being pure, good, and kind.) Jet = Lamorak (Bold and daring rebel with a temper, constantly challenging Sonic/Arthur to friendly duels.) Amy = Nimue (Magically powerful woman connected to a lake ((See: Never Lake)), summons weapons.) Sonic = Arthur (Brings everyone together in a righteous cause, not perfect, but one of the best leaders and fighters ever known, came from small beginnings.)  

As you can see, they did immense research on who would fit who, It’s almost amazing how similar the characters can get. 

It got me thinking, Who’s Merlina’s counterpart?

Every other person in the game has one, the only one else who doesn’t (King Arthur) was a fake. And Caliburn, who’s a sword. (And if Caliburn did have a counterpart i’d be really hard to figure out bc apparently they were supposed to be a girl and the voice casters didn’t get the memo)

Merlina is an odd one out here, When surrounded by all the other Sonic characters. Secret Rings had a different precedent, only having three Sonic characters in it, not including Sonic, playing very minor roles. Meanwhile, Black Knight has seven, not including Sonic, most playing major roles. And this was made after the seering criticisms of Sonic 06 and the mass hatred of Elise.

So, let’s ask ourselves, if she IS someone, who would she be?

Well I think she IS someone. Similar to the list of people above, she has similarities to a Sonic character that I need to point out.

2. What do we know?

We don’t know a lot about Merlina, she’s not a talker, but what we know can reveal a lot. 

She’s a powerful wizard, connected to ancient magic, trying to clean up her Grandfather Merlin’s mistakes of the past, even if it’s in a slightly evil way. Obsessed with death, with a deep fear and hatred of it and endings. Despite everything, means well and wants to keep everyone in the story alive. 

Now, here’s the interesting part.

Think with me here, who in Modern!Sonic’s universe has a morally ambiguous Grandfather, who created a false version of a prophesied Sonic, Almost destroying the world, and eventually, attempting, and somewhat succeeding, in fixing his mistakes.  Someone who also has a theme of short-lived life and stories ending. 

I think at this point you know who I mean.

3. Connections

other than the above, here’s some other things connecting the two.

Firstly, the way they refer to their grandfather;

When talking about him to other’s, they use the “My Grandfather.” 

But once it gets more personal;

it becomes just “Grandfather.”

Let’s also talk about design.

It’s more of a difference than the other characters, however it’s the usual for “medieval-ifying” it.

4. Conclusion  

This has been a theory of mine for a while, and to finally get to explain it in an articulate way is nice. 

There are a few loose ends, like if I was better at reading and finding and writing sheet music, I’d do a study to see if my hunch about “Merlina’s Theme” being similar to “Recollection of the Ark” is true or if they’re just both sad piano songs. 

But in the end, Merlina’s story and character growth is her learning how to deal with death, and how everything dies someday, but that’s why we have to “live life” to the fullest.

Honestly, looking back at her character, her story becomes almost more satisfying with the idea that she’s Maria.

Also not to pull a “kimba” but their names are like, exactly the same like come on.

[thekingwhowouldhavebeen]

“Amnesia Was His Name”

Inspiration Credit to this Amazing Fanfic: A Second Chance From Beyond The Grave

-Please note this is only inspiration but this Au/Idea is very separated from the fanfic listed above. There are small similarities but a lot of key differences! Thank you for understanding-

Please ask questions if you’d like! I would adore answering any/all questions you have about the world building of this au and the characters and history all of you can find and see! Also, sorry if it feels kinda all over the place, I am just going and writing as the ideas come to me! 

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“Amnesia Was His Name”

-Soma is his name, or the name he goes by. He knows he has another name, he can’t remember it though. He wishes he could.

-The dream’s, nightmares really, are a comfort almost. It’s the one constant in his life. The dreams that leave him screaming with terror, his heart pounding in his chest before mournfully curling into a ball as he tries to piece together the small fragments that have stuck in his head, or write them down before he forgets. Nightmares he started having at the ripe age of 2 years old.

-However it’s only small, almost useless details that he remembers. Glasses. White eyes. A man who seemed to be kissed by fire. A boy who wanted to be a man. A wicked smile. Goats. Things that ever made sense when put together, and yet he always seems to dream about them. 

-He also often feels a calling of sorts. Things that seem familiar to him in ways that they shouldn’t. He love the Arthurian legends, reading about King Arthur and Merlin, Uther Pendragon and Morgana. But his favorite is reading about the sword in the stone. Though, he swears on his life they always draw the sword wrong. They never get it right. Ad it’s name wasn’t Excalibur, but he couldn’t tell you what it’s real name is supposed to be.

-He remembers watching Sleeping Beauty, and had to look away when he saw Aurora sleeping on her bed. Feeling broken hearted, but not for the character on the screen. These feelings were tied to something he doesn’t remember and how his heart aches for the longing he feels.

-He can’t stand fire. Ever since he was young, the fear of the flame has always been there. He remembers his aunt telling him when he was just a baby in her arms, he cried when her husband lit a lighter to light up a cigar, and only calmed down when the flame went away.

-He can’t describe the pain he goes through with his body in any way other than feeling ‘broken’. Sometimes his limbs feel like they are twisted, his nerves frayed and on fire and yet looking at his arms and legs and see there fine almost makes him more sick than his stomach. He feels like he’s covered in wounds, gashes and broken bones and the pain is so strong all he can do is lay there helplessly, praying to something, anything, for the pain to go away.

-His parents, in a fit of kindness, got him checked out for it once. The doctors couldn’t find the source an simply stated it was “Psychosomatic”. Aka, why he goes by Soma. He refuses to go by the name given by his parents anymore. 

-His body doesn’t look right either. Nothing looks or feels right about him. His hands feel to dainty, small. His legs don’t feel like their the right shape. His hair is black, it’s too dark. His eyes shouldn’t be blue. His teeth feel to flat. He feels to short. 

-However, during his travels, there are three rules Soma doesn’t even remember putting into place. Well, are they rules? Limitations? He doesn’t entirely know what to call them, but here they are:      1. There is a man that cannot have the book. No matter what. (What book? What man? He doesn’t know)      2. He will not regret it. He doesn’t regret it, and he will not change it. (What? What won’t he change, why doesn’t he regret it?)      3. All he wants is a family. He doesn’t deserve it. (And it seems he never will)

-He’s around 23 when he first meets someone he swears he knows. A man with soft brown hair and a kind smile, wearing colorful clothing. Soma was at a coffee shop when he saw him. He was a barista working there, his nametag calling him Karl. His head hurt looking at him. He made his drink and it was some of the best coffee he ever had, and he kept returning. It was because of Karl that Dream stayed in this small town for so long. Yet Karl never said anything, even as they became friends. Seeing each other every morning.

-Then Soma had to leave. He couldn’t stay anymore. Karl cried when he left. He felt sorry for leaving.

-The next person he saw made him freeze. He didn’t know why, but he simply could not bare to speak to him. The feeling of hurt, of betrayal. Of an isolation so painful all he could do was hit club by club because he couldn’t brush off the feeling that this would be the last person he would be allowed to speak with. He left that town immediately when he saw him. 

-It took almost two years when he meets Sapnap and George. Much like Karl, he seems to know them, but they never seem to recognize him. Not for a while at least, long enough that Soma accepts that they may not know him in the way he knows them. However, he doesn’t know what set them off, to make them realize. All he hears is the faint whisper of a word he’s heard all his life, but for the first time he hears it in a different way. “Dream?”

-Soma freezes. Dream? Is that his name? It feels familiar, and it’s almost a flash but he can faintly see the imagine of an incredibly scarred man in his head. 

-”Is that my name?”

“You really don’t remember do you?”

“Should I?”

“We all do”

Part 1 of ???

This is all I can write down rn! This au makes brain go brr and there are so many elements to it but I gotta figure out how to write it all down properly! Anyways, enjoy what I have rn

[crystal-moon-101]

It is they, the bisexual girlfriends 💗 These two were fun to make because I've been wanting to try out some other body styles to test myself, and these two both had different styles for me to work with. I hope you guys like them, and Charmcaster and Mike will be up next in the redesign/rewrite.

-Kai Green-

Kai Green be eating her greens, because this girl is ready to wreck something. I always figured she'd have a strong build due to her work and lifestyle, plus I wanted more muscle girls in Ben 10 lol. Now, a lot of us take issue with Kai due to some problematic character traits, and strange introduction timing in Omniverse, so I hope to due her some justice since she does have an interesting idea about her that could work, just not as Ben's "love interest" in my eyes...But if you still ship it, I hope you enjoy it! But I'll be keeping with my KaiXEster ship here.

Kai knew about the Plumbers and aliens growing up, due to her Grandfather being a Plumber, and while her parents weren't, none were too weirded out by the idea of aliens due to growing up with such knowledge. Thus when Ben goes through that whole wolf stuff, she never really batted at eye at this. Now she does a lot of work related to alien stuff, mostly related to culture and history, searching tombs and temples to learn more about the past of different races, including alien influence on earth before the world knew about aliens.

She wields excalibur since pulling it from the stone where it laid, and it was later discovered that excalibur was an early prototype for ascalon in Ledgerdomain.

While Ben and her have broke off, they remain on friendly terms, and now their banter is a lot more friendly without the pressure of a romantic relationship over them. Ben even goes to her for help on certain missions sometimes.

When she had been dating Ben, her and Kevin met and became good friends, and have this dynamic where they can swear and call each other names in playful banter, and will give a blunt talking to the other when they need it.

Kai knows a variety of combat styles she's learnt while travelling, and a lot of techniques that help keep her calm in stressful situations.

She's loves it when people ask her questions related to her knowledge of history and myths, and will gush on about a topic for hours if you let her.

Never one to back down from a challenge.

Has been known to dive head first into danger if it means saving someone's life, or even an artifact from breaking (may or may not be a daredevil).

-Ester-

Ester's colour pallet was a lot of fun to work with, and making her a thin twig under all that fluff was nice to play around with too. It's a shame what the writing pulled with her for her last few episodes, but she was a fun character to have when she was around. I think I'd make the kraaho like her in being long and thin, though very tall compared to her, because I kind of got tired of seeing so many buff/gorilla shaped aliens, and just wanted something a little different. But that's just me, hope you enjoy her.

Since kraaho live in magma and volcanic chambers, they tend to wear volcanic glass as jewelry and pieces on their outfit. It's common fashion for them, and Ester has made friendship bracelets for others with them.

Ester has met and befriended most of the Plumber kids, and is closest with Alan, which she originally meet when needing warmth from him, but the two get along great.

She eventually stepped down from leading her group for sometime, due to wanting to travel earth more and spend time enjoying her youth better, knowing she's not ready just yet to lead, but will do so again one day.

Ben, her and the 'Kineceleran Kids' still love to play hockey against each other, and sometimes get their other friends to join. There was once a match involving Rook, Ben, Ester, Plumber Kids, Kevin, Gwen, Julie and Kai, that was brutal but hilarious.

She lovesssssss spicy food, and will drown a lot of her food in hot sauce.

Has a bit of a soft spot for cheesy romantic films. She knows they're unrealistic, but something about them is nice to watch.

Due to her elastic like body, whenever she stretches it looks ungodly due to her being able to twist and bend in ways that don't look possible. She also once tried to copy Kevin cracking his knuckles, but this didn't work, much to her annoyance.

Both her parents died when she was young, trying to protect her group during an attack. When they were gone, the majority of her group raised her, and she calls a fair few of them her aunts and uncles. Seebik use to be her closest uncle, but it hasn't been the same since he turned to a life of crime.

-Shipping Notes-

Both Ester and Kai don't like the cold, and will both openingly complain when temperatures dip. They both like to cuddle because of this, especially Ester, and there have been many nights they fall asleep against each other.

Ester likes to follow Kai around earth during missions, and will often help her out, the two having explored many ruins and temples together during dangerous adventures.

When Ben and Julie got back together, both Kai and Ester had hooked up around the same time, and the two couples bumped into each other. Now they often go on double dates, and have great fun together.

Kai is mostly the protective one out of the two, and will go ham on someone who dares even look at Ester wrong. But that being said, Ester can get scarily protective too if you push her or Kai far enough...

Ester often has to patch Kai up from some kind of damage whenever and adventure happens, and as she stitches up a wound she gives Kai a good lecture on being careful next time, and Kai thinks it's adorable seeing her get fussy and worried.

While Ester could stretch to be tall when the two kiss, she likes to make Kai bend down to give a smooch to tease her.