#Kamal wants to speak with you

[lcandothisallday]

Request: Jeremy promised he’d be home in time to go grocery shopping with you but he completely forgets about it and when he gets home you give him the silent treatment. 🫢

Silent Treatment - Jeremy (WMCJ) x f!reader

gif by the wonderful @harlowgifs

“Jeremy,” you call out to your boyfriend who was fidgeting around the living room, throwing items into his gym bag. “Jeremy did you hear what I said?”

He lifted his head up and looked at you confused. “Sorry what?”

You groan. “I asked if you’re joining me for grocery shopping later today.”

“Uhh yeahhh,” he dragged out while still looking around. He was too distracted for his own good. “We can go at like 7?” he suggested.

“Yeah sounds good,” you confirm with him. “Are you okay, Jer?” you pout, your arms wrapping around his neck to get him to focus back on you. “Seem distracted.”

Jeremy nodded. “I’m fine, baby,” he smiled, his hands falling to your hips. “Do you have a hundred though?” he asked with a mumble.

You furrow your brows and pull away. “What do you need a hundred dollars for?”

“I just need it—”

“Jeremy we can’t afford non-essential expenses,” you sigh.

Jeremy ran a hand through his hair in stress. “The guy who owns the gym won’t let me use the court to train my client if I don’t pay for a month’s membership—and the rest is for gas,” he lied.

Truth be told he was using the money in pick up games here and there to help Kamal come up with money to play in a competition together. While most of the time they end up winning said pick ups, there have been the occasional ones where they lose and have to give up their bets— and he wanted to avoid any incidents if possible.

The only issue was, he was lying to you. You didn’t know he was playing basketball again. The both of you had agreed he’d stop for fear of his health and to focus on building a life together.

Of course you didn’t know any better and his excuse was one that made complete sense so with a sigh, you walked over to your purse and pulled out a one hundred dollar bill from your wallet. “Try not to use all of it up…maybe then we can buy ourselves some wine as a treat,” you giggled, insinuating that it was a luxury, as you handed him the bill.

Jeremy grinned and leaned his head down to press a kiss to your lips. “Thanks, baby. I’ll see you tonight.”

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You sat on the couch with your arms crossed and an annoyed expression on your face. It was now nearing 9 o’clock and Jeremy still wasn’t home. You had called him maybe 4 times to remind him of your plans and to see where he was but he never answered, forcing you to go alone.

Something felt off the entire day but you weren’t in the mood to find out tonight.

9:40 is when Jeremy finally unlocked and walked through the front door. He dropped his bag onto the ground and plopped down next to you, his hand moving to rest on your thigh. “Missed you, baby,” he hummed, moving in to press a kiss to your cheek but you swiftly moved away, ignoring his entire presence.

Jeremy looked at you offendedly before he scanned the room and noticed the grocery bags still laid on the kitchen counters. You hadn’t put them away in pettiness. You wanted it to be loud and clear that he messed up.

His eyes finally widened in realization. He had blown off your grocery shopping plans. “Shit y/n I’m sorry—I totally forgot.”

You continued to stare ahead ignoring him. He deserved the silent treatment. “Baby come on—talk to me,” he groaned.

Instead of replying and speaking your mind, you get up to finally put away the groceries with him following behind you hopelessly. “Y/N,” he called out sternly. When you didn’t show any response, he stopped in front of you and snatched the bag of bread out of your hand to stop you in your place. Now he was getting annoyed. “We don’t give each other the silent treatment,” he reminded you as he stared you down.

You couldn’t help your scoff, your arms crossing over your chest in defence. You looked away and Jeremy clenched his jaw before his hand came up to redirect your gaze back onto him.

“Y/n.”

“Where were you?” you finally speak up, gazing up at him.

“At work—you know that.”

“Jeremy I’m not stupid!” you exclaim, throwing your hands up in exasperation. “You blew me off completely! If you were busy then you could’ve just said that—I asked you for a reason,” you pointed out.

Jeremy shrugged. “I didn’t think training would run this late,” he mumbled, but you only shook your head. You weren’t having it anymore.

“You’re lying to me,” you say accusing him. “You come home later than usual every day—you’re always tired—always looking for extra money—you stopped caring about your drinks all together—not to mention I’m like pretty sure you’re back on the pills--so what’s going on?!”

Jeremy shook his head in denial. “Nothing is happening, baby. I just genuinely forgot. The training session like I said went on a bit longer cos the kid needed work— then I hung out with Kamal. It’s just groceries,” he muttered under his breath. “No need to get all worked up.”

You’re in disbelief. “I know it’s just groceries! It’s the thought, Jer. You’re keeping something from me! Are you cheating or something?” you ask softly, looking down in fear of the answer.

“Woah woah woah! How did you get that I’m cheating from all of this?!” he yelled, clearly offended at this particular accusation because he would never hurt you like that.

“Well what other conclusions should I draw?! Jeremy—you’re acting different,” you whisper, your eyes gathering with tears. “I just want you to be honest.”

“I’m not cheating,” he reiterated sternly. “I really was with Kamal—we…I started playing ball again with him…been doing pick ups to make enough to enter a competition,” he sighed, finally spilling his big secret.

His honestly was a relief. “Jeremy—baby your knees,” you say softly, your hands moving to hold his. “I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“But baby if we win we’ll be set,” he says hopefully, his eyes lit up with a passion. “I’d be able to take you on that Hawaii trip you’ve always wanted to go on—we could finally buy a new mattress—I’d…I’d buy you a nice fucking ring,” he whispered.

“I don’t need any of that, Jer. I just want you,” you whisper back, your arms wrapping around his waist. “I want you to be safe and healthy…and happy. So if playing basketball will make you happy—”

“You make me happy,” Jeremy interrupted but you laughed and shook your head.

“So does basketball and I don’t wanna be the reason you have to lie and sneak around to partake in your passion,” you sigh. “I love you too damn much,” you mumble against his lips before kissing him softly.

Jeremy kissed you back, his hands moving up to cup your cheeks to deepen it. When the two of you had to pull away for a breather, he rested his forehead against yours and smiled. "How are you so perfect?" he mused.

Your cheeks flush and you shook your head. "I'm not--"

"Nah you are," Jeremy said again. "Any other girl wouldn't have been so understanding."

"I think you underestimate just how down bad I am for you," you giggle, your fingers now playing with his beard. "I only see my life with you in it and I don't want it to be filled with lies...I wanna be able to support you, wherever or whatever it is you choose to do. It really is that simple," you shrug.

Jeremy felt like his heart could burst at your words. "Exactly why you're perfect," he smirked, giving you another soft kiss. "I really am sorry for forgetting about our grocery run."

"Kinda worked out...I didn't have to get your weird vegan substitutes," you teased, causing him to laugh. "But you definitely need to make it up to me..."

"How so?" he mused, a playful smile dancing on his lips as his hands moved down to massage your hips.

You shrugged, your own smirk growing on your face. "Hmm...I'm thinking maybe something that involves a bed...and your mouth..."

"Bet. Let's go."

[dido-reblogs]

lurve ● hueningkai [repost]

warnings: virgin!kai, virgin!reader, perv!kai, perv!reader, established relationship, no sub/dom dynamic, slight sexting, cunnilingus, reader ruins her own orgasm, handjob, fingering, unprotected sex, pull out method, multiple orgasms, petnames, praise and reassurance, implied aftercare

confessing and telling each other that you both felt same from the moment you two met, that knowing it was love at first sight don't take long for you. but unfortunately for you two, your relationship starts when his schedule is packed. so you make your phone your priority.

my kamal: happy 100th day anniversary, i love you so much. wish we could celebrate it together.

you look at the message your boyfriend send with an expression mixed with sadness and joy. how thoughtful was he yet you had started to imagine that this day would be very special from the minute you started dating with him. maybe even trying things for the first time. but you understand and and you give it time, letting your imagination go wild with how your first intercourse would be like with your boyfriend kai.

before your longing for him starts to torture you, you find delight with where your imagination takes you. often interrupted with messages kai sends, you only feel your body's craving for him grows bigger and bigger.

billions of scenarios you think about kai, all of them different from the other, you only get more excited with each. you know he feels the same even though he doesn't explicitly say it. his messages begging for you, videochats with him having to cut short often which you imagine he feels a urge relieve himself which was confirmed with his message one day.

my kamal: curse you busy schedule, i am really thankful to you for the fact that you don't mind but i do. i do mind. can't stop imagining what i would do to you, baby

with your ego boosted, it becomes more harder to wait. you are happy for him because he gets to live his dreams but every now and then you get jealous of those fans.

but even with all this tension building up, you end up not doing it every single time you two finally get to see each other. too damn shy for god's sake and just not wanting to waste the simple quality time together you both need.

yet this date differs itself from the other ones. kai made sure of it with giving attention to every detail. super romantic and cute. it still manages to feel kai even with the change and effort to make everything perfect. even though you are content with your usual hangouts where you two just eat or watch something and some occasions he invites you to his house to play games. so a nice date in amusement park where he makes up hiding himself with the sweet and thoughtful gifts just feels like kai.

when it's announced that the park is closing, kai invites you to his place. you can't help but start to fancy his touch. holding hands throughout the whole way to his house, never letting it go even for a second, it helps with the long taxi ride to way his house.

with a smile he invites you inside. it is not your first time there but your heart get fluttered with the idea of being in his home in this hour. even when it doesn't happen today, you sure are going to spend the night with him. but your dreams come true when he leads you directly to his bedroom after a quick hand wash.

it doesn't even take kai a second to press his lips against yours. soft kisses turning more passionate and heated, moans getting cut with the force of the kiss, all you can think of is how beautiful kai is.

the make out session contunies as he brings you to his bed. never separating from your lips except for breathing, you start to feel a heatwave hitting your poon. he finally separates to speak. "i want you, i want you so bad. i dreamed of this moment maybe thousands times." your heart almost stops working. the excitement you feel with his words coming out of his mouth.

"me too, wanted this so bad. you have no idea." his lips lift up while he presses them to your lips again. "tell me baby, how was your dreams? i can become that." you feel lost to his eyes so you take time to answer. "i don't want my imagination. i want you. only you." your words sounding like the most beautiful things he has ever heard, you feel him gently placing you to on your back before he positions himself above you.

make out getting messier, clothes begging to be taken off, the hot steam filling the whole room, it is a relief to you both when you both finally get naked. "so pretty. you are pretty."

he speaks with the excitement that comes from his inexperience. giving you a final kiss before spreading your legs to access your sweet cunny. after murmuring about how pretty it looked, he wastes no time to attack your clit.

his movements are rather hars and fast to cover up the fact that he doesn't know what to do and you don't know of your body enough to guide him. yet he likes this and continues to eat you out like a starved man till you feel an unexplained pain. you start to beg for stopping and he immediately follows through.

"i am sorry." he says but you interrupt him by explaining how it was okay but you started to feel overwhelmed and how unfamiliar it all felt. he looks at you confused as you tell him that maybe you were about to come. "how? i thought i did bad." he says before laying right beside you.

you giggled as you try to help him by grabbing his cock. "ahh. it definitely feels different than my own hands." you agree. "it does, right? i never felt that good." smiling at your confession his hands travel to your folds for a search for your entrance. he knows he should prepare you for him. he doesn't want to ruin your first time with pain.

you both turn into a whining mess in no time. when he feels close he moans your name loudly as he cums on your hand and his stomach ruining sheets of his bed. you bring some of his cum to your mouth as you always wondered how it tastes. he giggles when you say "it is not as bas as i thought it would ve it even tastes good."

he climbs on top of you again to study how his fingers doing and how your body reacts. "you look so pretty. wish you had my sight." he says even though his mind kinda couldy with the orgasm he just had.

"kai, i think that's enough, i want you inside." you say after him playing with you a while and you realize that he is hard again. he nods and moves your legs further apart to make a room for himself. one hand right beside your hips, other on his member as he helps himself to thrust into you.

you feel a slight pain due to strech yet your sweet boyfriend understands and waits for you. once you give him the green light he starts to move slowly. "fu- fuck! so thight" he says as he feels your walls sorounding his dick like nothing else.

his thrusts speeding up a little, he gives all the compliments he can think of to you.

"my baby takes me so well. great job my sweet girl." he says them like a matra they are dvine words. his cock making you feel so good even though it is both his and your first time.

"that's it, kai! just like that! oh god please don't stop" you say in a hard to understand tone as your ability to speak left you a while ago.

when he feels he is close again his hand starts to play with your clit once again to help you reach your high with him. as he speeds up even more your moans get louder as if they weren't loud enough. proud of himself for doing this to you in his first time, he pulls out when you came around his cock. giving it some stimulation with his hand he finally cums again. his cum decorating your stomach and tits.

"wow! just wow!" he says as he lays down beside you once again. "it was definitely better than my fantasies." you confess which he also agrees. "let me take care of you and start a bath for us, okay?"

cr: @benkeibear (for the dividers i used)

[moamidzyism]

yuck! (h.kk)

part three: all these butterflies make me sick (+ 603 words)

you walked into kamal records arms linked with yeonjun. the two of you walk smugly to the counter to see taehyun, with a frown on his face. “what are you two doing here?” he asks you two.

“just wanted to bother you.” yeonjun jokes.

“we were also kind of hoping that our favorite barista could give us some free drinks.” you ask, fluttering your eyelashes.

“yeah, no.” he grabs a towel and a spray bottle.

“so much for being my best friend.” you roll your eyes. yeonjun lightly punches your arm.

“do, i mean nothing to you?”

“if you guys aren’t going to order anything, could you please get out of line?” you look around at the coffee shop. there was one other person browsing through the records.

“because you’re so busy with a line around the block.” you said under your breath as you and yeonjun walked to sit at a table next to the register. yeonjun pulls out a set of uno cards, and the two of you play until taehyun joins you ten minutes later. he groans and rests his head against the table.

“you alright, bud?” you ask, running your hands on taehyun’s back.

“just tired.” he responds, his head still on the table. “i’ve been here for five hours and i still have three more.”

“we don’t have to go to dinner tonight if you’re too tired.” yeonjun says.

“no, no i want to go.” taehyun sits up. his thirty minute break turns into an hour as he plays uno with you guys until people start filing in waiting for the open mic to begin.

“do you feel better now?” soobin asked kai, who was finally sitting down after pacing around the break room of kamal records for ten minutes.

“kind of,” he takes a swig of his water bottle, as beomgyu walks in.

“that’s good, because you're up next.” he pats him on the back. “if you’re nervous just picture everyone naked.”

“you know that is like the worst advice right?”

“there’s no need to freak out.” soobin rolls his eyes at beomgyu. “you literally do this every week. there’s nothing different about this week.”

“okay,” he breathes out. “thank you guys, and i’m sorry i’ve been mean today.”

“it’s all good.” soobin comforts his friend, and the three of them walk out.

kai walks up the stage, while his best friends go to sit at their table, next to the stage. “hi, everyone.” he speaks into the mic. “thank you all so much for coming out to this week’s open mic.” hs pauses for applause, as he scans the audience looking for you. “i’m seeing some new faces in the audience, so i hope you guys will be back next week.”

“i hope you guys loved everyone who came out today.” he steps back and clears his throat. “tonight, i’m going to be singing this song that i’ve been listening to a lot lately.”

“it’s called meadows in japan.” he says as his eyes meet yours.

something about you makes me want an us.

you’ve dreamt of a moment that could only be seen in romance movies, but you never thought that you would experience one for yourself. with his eyes on you the entire performance, you felt like you were spinning. like it was only two of you in the room, in the world even.

and then the song comes to an end.

you’re pulled away from the moment when your best friend pulls up a seat beside you, but the storm of butterflies still runs rampant in your stomach.

“are you guys ready?” he asks.

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[krishakamal]

𝐒𝐀𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐘𝐀

— Krishna x Rukmini

SYNOPSIS : Krishna has yet to meet his Sri but that doesn't mean that he does not know her heart.

KAMAL'S NOTE : Hey guys, I'm back with another RukminiShyam fic. This is a really short one.

Sakhi = Friend, Kaki = Aunty, Priye = Beloved, Sri = Mahalakshmi/Rukmini, Saawariya = Krishna/Tall, Dark & Handsome, Jaganath = Vishnu, Jagatmata = Lakshmi.

𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 // 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄

"Why do you look so downhearted, sakhi?"

Malini asked when she noticed the princess sitting on the window seat with a frowning face. Rukmini casted her a side glance before looking outside again, showing her friend that she had done something which upsetted the princess.

Malini thought back about the past events but she could not think about anything bad enough to upset Rukmini. Rukmini was not someone who would care about small mistakes.

Malini dropped the cloth she was folding and rushed up to Rukmini, "Sakhi, did I do something wrong?"

Rukmini nodded her head in 'yes'. Her lips curled up in visible a pout.

"What is it?"

Rukmini turned to Malini, "It rained this afternoon, right?" Malini nodded her head hasitentaly, she could already guess where this was going, "But none of you called me? Mina kaki told me, she saw you, Vijaya, Ridhima playing in the rain. Without me."

Rukmini snapped her face towards the window again. To be honest, Malini did feel a little bad for her sakhi. She knows just how much Rukmini loved rain.

Malini grabbed Rukmini's hand, "Please, don't be mad Vidharbhi. You were sleeping at that time and we didn't want to disturb you. You looked too peaceful sleeping."

"Stop buttering me." Rukmini muttered under her breath, "You are not the makhan chor."

"Ohhoo." Malini teased Rukmini, "Then why don't you tell you makhan chor to make it rain again?"

"D-Don't speak nonsense." Heat rushed up Rukmini's neck and cheek, colouring her red.

If I ask them he will, right?

Time passed in a flash and it was already night. Malini had left after making sure Rukmini was not mad at her. Of course she wasn't mad, Rukmini can never be angry with her sakhis.

Stars surrounded the moon in the sky. The kingdom of Vidarbha was lightened with lamps and lanterns. In the royal palace, Rukmini sat on the bed, reading a chapter of a novel before going to sleep as per her daily routine.

Suddenly, a sweet flute music started playing. The candle flickered on the nightstand when a gush of cold wind blew past the blinds, followed by the roaring sound of thunder. The thought of raining again made her lips curl up in a smile. Madhav!

Closing the book, Rukmini dropped it on the bed and rushed up to the window, pulling back the red and golden curtains. The one sparkling was now covered in kala megha. In no time, one raindrop hit the ground, then another and then another till it started pouring and wetting everything.

Rukmini grabbed the fabric of her skirt, lifted it up, and ran out of the room. Her feet stopped when it reached the garden. Standing in the middle of the garden closed her eyes and tilted her back. She raised her hand, palms facing the sky.

Rukmini felt the cold drops hitting her golden smooth skin. She felt his love pour on her in the form of rain. In an instant her long black hair soaking all the rain. They stick to her skin like glue. A sudden burst of joy hit her heart.

The surroundings disappeared. Only the sound of rain mingling with the sweet flute and the thought of her beloved. Her body moved on its own, spinning in circles. Soft laughs escaping her heart. The long skirt and her now wet hair whirling with her. The chiming of anklets joining the moment.

Rukmini danced without any care for the world. Between the colourful flowers Rukmini bloomed like a lotus does between dirt. Spinning, Rukmini bumped into something hard. She instantly grabbed it to steady herself. As she was about to open her eyes a hand palmed her eyes and another one wrapped around her waist.

"Mm-mm. It's not the time yet, priye." He teased her.

Rukmini huffed and shook her head, "Even now you are teasing me, Madhav."

"Just wait a little more? The day is near." Madhav said with a plea hidden in his voice.

"For you, Saawariya." She replied softly.

Krishna released Rukmini before grabbing her hand in his, He started twirling her, "So, is my beloved still sad that she couldn't dance in the rain earlier?"

Rukmini laughed, following his lead, "How can I be sad when you are here?"

The garden filled with laughter of two eternal consorts. The nature, the rain and the life witnessed their Jagannath and Jaganmata relish the moment. They witnessed Krishna doing maya leela for his Sri. They witnessed Lakshmi with her Narayan. They witnessed Rukmini putting all her trust in him and going along wherever he takes her.

Time flew by in a blink of an eye and it was close to dawn. But neither of them wanted to stop. Rukmini wanted to be with him as much as possible and Krishna wanted that just as much but that was not possible and they both knew that.

"Rajkumari Rukmini!" A panicked servant called and Rukmini's hand slipped off from Krishna's. Rain gradually came to a stop.

The smile never left her face as servants crowded her, throwing a warm and dry cloth over her shoulder. They started dragging her into the palace before she caught a cold.

Rukmini looked back where Krishna was supposed to but was now empty. Then Rukmini looked in her hand, the peacock feather he left behind. Only one man dazing in her head.

Saawariya.

Madhav.

Murli.

Krishna.

Krishna.

"KANHA!" Balram shouted, snapping his brother's attention, "What are you doing here at this time?"

Balram went out for a walk because his sleep broke early only to find his brother sitting on a stone, playing flute without any break and when he called him, Krishna didn't even hear him.

"Ji, Dau?" Krishna jumped down from the stone.

"What are you doing here?"

"Prem, Dau. Prem. Aap nehi samjhenge." Krishna gave him a mischievous smile before marching towards the castle.

© 𝐊𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐋 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑, 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃 — all content rights belongs to KRISHAKAMAL. Do not plagiarize any works and do not repost or translate onto any other sites.

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[voidsteffy]

I feel like Neelam's role and Kabir's role in Dil Dhadakne Do are the perfectly aced ones on screen. Shefali Shah said that the writers felt Neelam was the weakest written role while Shefali herself felt it was the strongest and realest they could ever get to a character on paper.

First, let's talk about Neelam: she was 18 when she married and has known very little of a life outside of this so called arrangement called marriage. She can handle herself in social parties, throw a smile, wrap a snide remark in a saccharine tone as she gets her hands on the entrée or a glass of sparkling wine. She has learnt to meander in her words, let "her" money be a shield she wears as if it guised her unhappiness. She never had real friends. She doesn't mind because she isn't a real friend either. Kamal has this huge business in his name and it is only in his name after all. Because even if she co-owned many shares, he never could say out loud that all of this is because of her. No it is because of him. And then it all goes to the son. And then the navasa. Neelam knows how to be a mother in her own way, which isn't enough for her daughter. There has been an umbrella from under which Neelam has been watching her world fall apart around her and she cannot help but stuff herself with anything she thinks can mend her, protect her. Cake, glasses, champagne, prada, gucci, snarking at people, ordering people, being fake nice to horrible people when she makes it obvious she's being fake nice.

She is backward in her thoughts because they stem from her own helplessness. Ayesha can't possibly leave Manav because the society won't look kindly upon divorced women. Neelam has thought about it before hasn't she? She has thought about it till the point where her husband cheating on her doesn't even become about his infidelity, it becomes about her image in front of her social circle. If there is anything Neelam abhors, it is being looked down upon for something she hasn't done.

( exhibit: Kamal says he'll ask his brother to speak with Ayesha about the divorce problem and Neelam's first reaction is caustic on the lines of how everyone will know what a bad mother she is and how incapable she is at handling the situation. Nothing whatsoever about how it might pain Ayesha that it isn't her parents talking about it. Neelam and Kamal have long ago sped past familial considerations )



Now, Kabir. He's childish, on the face of it. He is the youngest one in a successful family. He is quirky. But he is also unsure. He has never been given the chance to even think freely about something he desires. He's shit at business and he didn't want to be good at it in the first place. He sees his sister do amazing in her business with her aptitude but it kills him that his parents can't see that/ignore that. Because it is a reminder that he is "praised" for a business sense he doesn't have only because he is the son and is expected to lead AyKa one day.

He can only sometimes speak aptly. He's good with jokes but he is not the one leading a polite conversation in an official meeting. He can lead a personal conversation where he can be expected to judge lesser and speak without a goal. ( "I'll pay you" like... honey you need to work on it, but we'll get there ha shona? ) He's kind and contrary to his peppy attitude, he's actually very good at hiding stuff because he has been a wallflower his whole life despite being thrust into the centre of every room he has entered. He's not an aggressive personality at heart, actually he's quite vulnerable and empathetic. But he is fiercely loyal. He takes all this anger and he turns it into care and attention and dad jokes he can crack.

He likes to know somebody, not to have knowledge on them he can use later (like his parents) but to gauge whether he will be hurt or whether this person is someone with a heart. He saw a heart in Noori and a longing in Rana, he became friends with them. You can see the difference in his gaze when he flirts with Manav's cousin and when he interacts with Fearless Farah. Kabir has got such a soft side that you can't help but appreciate him. Yes he doesn't feel stuck but he also doesn't hurt people with words until he can't help but, or is forced to. More than loving her, Kabir admires Farah.

*mic drop* *no literally the mic dropped out of my hands because I spoke so long my hand started sweating*

[hyungseos-cafe]

Pairing: Neighbor!Sangyeon x GN!Reader

Genre: Fluff and comedy

Warning(s): None

Word count: 2.4k

Summary: Being the new lead executive manager meant moving to a new city and new cities mean new experiences. New experiences included receiving a fresh matcha latte on your door step every morning before work. For weeks these lattes showed up until one day you finally caught.... Your neighbor?

A/n: Hi ally! Tysm for placing your order with Hyungseos-cafe! I hope you enjoy! I also made Sangyeon to be a clumbsy and silly boy  ₍ᐢ.  ̫.ᐢ₎  One more thing! I ended up doing some light research on matcha and heavily referenced this page!

Order for @winterchimez

┊⋆ ˚✯✩. Songs to listen to while reading: Blue - Kamal, Patterns - Chelan + NNAVY .✩✯⋆ ˚ ┊

Taglist: @deoboyznet

000. 

“I just can’t find any coffee shops that make good matcha lattes here” Sangyeon heard coming from the hallway. He had just come home from a long day of work when he heard the unfamiliar voice speak. His interest had suddenly peaked at the prospect of a new neighbor since his previous one left about two months ago which left the third floor of the building relatively quiet. He began rounding the corner when his eyes where the voice had come from. 

You just moved into the older apartment complex after your job transferred you to the newest branch where you now have the role of lead executive manager. Finding your way around the big new city was easy, however finding a coffee shop that makes a matcha latte just how you liked it… Difficult. Your search for a good coffee shop began as soon as you landed. Coffee shop-hopping, that’s what your best friend on the phone said when you told her your troubles. 

Making eye contact with your new neighbor, you whispered to your best friend who was on the other line about calling her back later. 

“Hey” Sangyeon waved 

“Oh hey! I’m your new neighbor I guess” You waved back 

“I’m Sangyeon! Welcome to the neighborhood!” 

“Y/n, thanks”

That was it, that was the only interaction Sangyeon had with you. Oddly enough this short interaction fueled his desire to make you his best matcha latte… Erm, well after he learned how to make them. 

001. 

“Wait, so there's two grades of matcha?” He thought out loud, there are two grades of matcha, ceremonial grade matcha and culinary grade matcha. 

“Ceremonial grade matcha is used in Japanese tea ceremonies and culinary grade matcha is used for coffee and baking” Sangyeon jotted down in his notebook. The poor boy had 10 different tabs opened on his laptop. 

“Alright, so next step is to buy some matcha” 

The next following days Sangyeon spent researching the best tea houses to visit and inquired about their matcha tea powders. After hours of research, Sangyeon settled on ‘Lucid Dream Tea House’  , the city's most highly rated tea house. Upon arrival, he noticed the delicately decorated interior. High ceilings with floor to ceiling windows, brick walls, dainty fairy lights and wooden countertops with mismatched wooden stools. 

“Hi, welcome to Lucid Dream Tea House! How can I help you?” The kind barista greeted him. 

“Hey, thanks! I was actually looking for some matcha powder, do you sell that here?”

“We do indeed, would you want to try some?”

Sangyeon nodded as the barista walked over to the bar and prepared a matcha flight. The barista began by soaking the matcha whisk while sifting some matcha powder into 3 different cups. The barista then poured a small amount of hot water into each cup before one by one whisking. 

“Alrighty, so the first cup here is called the Matcha Sunrise which has a base of our culinary grade matcha from Shizuoka prefecture with milk and a fresh mango puree” The barista explained while handing the cup over to Sangyeon. The latte has a slight bitterness from the matcha that is cut with the tartness of the mango puree. 

“Next, we have just our classic Matcha Latte sweetened with a simple syrup infused with vanilla bean from Madagascar” The barista explained, the latte was a perfect balance of sweet and bitter. Sangyeon nodded, pointing out the unique flavor of the vanilla bean. 

“These are delicious! Before I get to the last one, I would love to buy some matcha powder to make some lattes at home” 

“That’s really great to hear! I’ll make sure to send you home with our signature matcha powder” The barista smiled. 

“Okay, our last and final latte is a bit of an experiment for us I would admit, so it doesn’t quite have a name yet. This latte is again our signature matcha powder with milk and a sweetened black sesame paste” The latte was delicious and had a slight nutty flavor from the sesame paste. 

Sangyeon sat at the bar contemplating which latte he wanted to recreate and after some deep thought, he decided to start with the classic latte. It required very minimal ingredients and was rather simple. Once he mastered that, he could move onto more complex drinks. Meanwhile the barista went to wash the cups and retrieve a can of matcha powder for Sangyeon to purchase. 

After the barista returned with the matcha, Sangyeon stood up to follow the barista to the register. “Have you decided which latte you’d like to recreate?” The barista gently questioned. 

“Yes, I actually have! I want to start with something simple, so the classic matcha latte you made seemed perfect!” 

“Oh wonderful! Just a quick tip though, as you are just starting out, you don’t actually need to buy madagascar vanilla. It’s actually quite expensive, so just a simple vanilla extract from the supermarket will do the trick” 

“Thank you” Sangyeon bowed as he finished paying. 

002. 

“Okay so, first step is to soak the matcha whisk in hot water, done. Next heat up some milk in the milk frother, done” Sangyeon spoke to himself while he prepared the vanilla infused simple syrup. Taking the barista's advice, he went for the cheaper vanilla extract. The simple syrup was just equal parts water to sugar with a splash of vanilla. 

“Now we take out the whisk and sift some matcha into a bowl” He began taking a mini scoop of the matcha and delicately sifted it into a small bowl and poured some hot water over and began whisking. 

“Last step, pour the frothy milk into a cup with a bit of simple syrup and then pour the matcha on top” 

Before rewarding himself with his hard work, Sangyeon began cleaning his work station. Cleaning up his little mess from the milk splatters on the counter top and a mini matcha explosion from accidently sneezing when he sniffed the matcha. 

“Let’s hope this tastes good” Sangyeon said to himself before going in to take a sip. His face contorted, bitter. Too bitter. 

003. 

“The cup I made last time was way too bitter,” Sangyeon noted as he began researching on his laptop. Apparently the bitterness was due to the water being too hot, the matcha was required to be heated at a certain temperature. 

Taking what he learned from many failed attempts, he went back to the kitchen to heat up some milk in the frother once again before lowering the temperature for the boiled water. This time, he made sure not to sneeze again because this matcha powder isn’t cheap… 

Using the leftover vanilla simple syrup, he mixed the matcha and gave it a quick taste…. 

004. 

While practicing his matcha latte making skills, Sangyeon made an effort to pay attention to when you left for the office every morning. 7:30 am, that was the time you always left which meant he would have to wake up at least an hour before to prepare everything. Honestly waking up at 6:30 wasn’t too bad considering he used to wake up earlier for his previous job. Now that he worked a less strenuous job that didn’t require him to be at the office until 10 am meant he had ample time. 

The next morning, Sangyeon woke up 15 minutes before his alarm that was set at 6:30. He was so excited to surprise you that he rushed to get ready. Once he entered his kitchen, he began laying out his tools. Milk frother, matcha whisk, sifter, cups, milk, matcha powder and the second batch of vanilla simple syrup he made the night before. 

Pouring the milk into the frother and soaking the matcha whisk, Sangyeon began placing a small heaping scoop of matcha and sifted the matcha into the small cup below. He poured over some hot water and took the whisk from the water and started to gently whisk while the milk was heating up. After the matcha was slightly foamy, he poured a bit of the simple syrup into another tall glass cup before pouring in the frothed milk. He then took the matcha he whisked and poured it over the milk with the back of a spoon to not splash the matcha. 

Sangyeon checked the time “7:15” it read, meaning he had 15 minutes before you left to drop the latte off at your door. Quickly, he jotted down a short note on the back of an old receipt and headed to your door. Calming down his breathing, he placed the drink onto your door mat leaving the note next to it and knocked on your door. He sprinted back to his apartment, watching through the peephole he saw your face light up with a smile. Seeing your eyes light up taking a sip made him smile. 

005.

“I’m telling you! Someone in my building keeps dropping off these amazing matcha lattes for me! I don’t know who it is” You spoke on the phone, you had just left the apartment complex before hopping onto the train with said latte in hand. The note attached to the latte read “Hope you’ve been enjoying these lattes! They’re so matcha fun to make” You smiled, shoving the note into your pocket. 

From the other side of the door sat Sangyeon on the floor giddy with excitement. Now that he knows you’re enjoying his lattes, the next step was to upgrade the notes. He had been scribbling notes onto old receipts and he knew that you deserved better. Sangyeon turned to get ready and headed out to the nearest stationary store. There, he picked up some memo pads and nice pens. He picked up a variety pack of fruit memo pads and a pack of nice gel pens. 

The next morning, Sangyeon woke up a little later than usual, 6:45 am which meant he only had half an hour to prepare everything. Sangyeon quickly got ready and rushed into the kitchen to soak the matcha whisk while heating up some water. Surprisingly, everything went well considering the limited time. As soon as he finished garnishing the latte with some matcha powder, he took a memo sheet from the stack he bought yesterday and jotted down a quick note. 

“Have a great day ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ” the note read, however little did he know, you were behind the door leaving a few minutes early. Your boss had to call out suddenly which left you with more work than you could manage. As soon as you opened your door, you were met with Sangyeon. His eyes slowly widened as he realized the situation. 

He abruptly shoved the latte (with a lid of course) into your hand and quickly turned around with the note dropping from his hands. He was caught. Sangyeon was surprised when you knocked on his door with a sheepish smile. 

“H-hey neighbor” You began holding tightly onto the cup so as to not drop it from nervousness. 

“Hi, I’m sorry if you thought someone else was making you lattes” Sangyeon sighed, not looking into your eyes. 

“Oh, no, these are delicious! I was wondering who made these, so I’m really glad I found out it was you” 

“Really? I’m glad you like them! I can always stop if you want, I didn’t want to overstep your boundaries”

You smiled, your neighbor was this shy, incredibly talented and handsome man, yet he was quite modest which made him all the more adorable. You stood there smiling at him, but it was your turn to be shocked as the time passed. 

“Shoot, I’m so sorry, I really need to leave now. Gosh, work got really busy. Will I see you later?” You hurriedly sputtered out as you headed towards the stairs, turning to hear his response. 

“Yeah, no worries! Get to work safely” 

006. 

It slowly became a tradition that Sangyeon would make you a custom matcha latte every morning adorned with latte art and a sprinkle of matcha. You woke up every morning expecting cute latte art and honestly, you were never disappointed. The notes slowly became sweeter until one day the words scribbled shocked you. 

“Meet me at Lucid Dream Tea House tonight at 6, I want to ask you something” the note read, your heart began beating outside of your chest. Did your neighbor just as you out? Unfortunately for you, work came first, so you sat through a long meeting… Which could have been an email that dragged on longer than expected. However, luckily for you, the tea house was just a block down from your office. 

Once you arrived, your eyes met. It was Sangyeon, he sat at the table near the large windows with what looks like another latte? He looked handsome with his hair slicked back, he was dressed casually in a sweatshirt and jeans. It was a simple look, but something about it made your heart tingle. Maybe it was the specs or the hair? Or maybe it was him. 

“You’re here” Sangyeon beamed, his smile was gorgeous, almost as gorgeous as his face. 

“I am, thank you for inviting me”

“It’s no problem, I actually brought you here so I could as you something”

“S-sure” You shifted uncomfortably in your chair, the worry in your eyes evident as your lips pressed into a thin line.

“Well, now that you know it was me making you these lattes” he gestures to the latte in your hand 

“I– I uh, well, I was uh” Sangyeon struggled to get a coherent sentence out as he cleared his throat.

“Wou– would you like to go out sometime?” 

“M– me?” You pointed to yourself, the shock was evident in your face as you sat back in your seat. 

“You seem shocked, did I say something wrong? I didn’t make you uncomfortable, did I?”

“No, not at all! You just took me off guard, I wasn’t expecting you to return the feelings. That’s all” 

It was his turn to be shocked, it completely shook his world that his neighbor, the one he’s been making lattes for actually returned his feelings? The endless trips to various tea houses, the hours of research and many failed lattes made it all worth it. You were worth it. 

“We’re the perfect matcha, don’t you think?” You giggled at your own pun. 

“Absolutely” Sangyeon smiled, he reached across the table to take your hand in his.

[qqtxt]

Hello!! I absolutely love your work! I was wondering if you could do a txt or a hueningkai comfort? something happened a few days ago that i’m not taking very well and it’s been very stressful and anxiety inducing thinking about it. So i was wondering if you could write something like that? Totally understandable if not tho!

Have a wonderful day ^^

sorry this took me a while to get to, lovely! i'm sending you a virtual hug >:( i hope you're feeling a bit better, in any way? i tried to make it a bit "vague/generic" so the details can fill themselves in. i hope this offers you some comfort even in the slightest! 💖

[🐧] rock bottom (i'll be here)

✿ pairing: kai x reader / non.idol!au / fluff, comfort 🌸☔️ / established relationship / word count: 330 words ✿ in which when you feel rock bottom, kai doesn't have to say anything to let you know he'll be there with you. [masterlist 🌸]

it's a friday night. the last place kai thought he would find you is in the bedroom, curled up on the floor, half-leaning, half-hiding behind the bed. but here he is, here you are. he doesn't know if he should knock but he doesn't want to frighten you at the same time. he wants to dash in and curl you in his arms yet he wants you to be willing to come to him on your own when you're ready.

he's conflicted. at a helpless crossroads. but he finds that it's worse than not being in front of you that it drives his feet to pad into the room quietly. the creak of the door opening does nothing to reveal his presence but the way his hands gently reach out to touch you is what snaps you out of your bubble. he sees how you flinch but immediately soothes to his touch when you process who it is; who he is.

kai finds that he can't speak when you lift your head up from your curled-up-ball-position to meet his gaze. slightly puffed eyes, tear-stained cheeks, quivering lips; yet, a silent cry of hold me that kai understands almost too well. he firmly anchors himself to the floor and carefully plucks you from the floor into his arms. it was a messy process, a bit awkward with the way he's trying not to use force but help you transition to sit between his legs but it's a meek team effort that gets you to be engulfed in his embrace.

his chest to your back, his arms curled around you as he rests against the bed behind; as if he's taken your position and elevated it to be billions better than being alone. here, now, feeling the way his breath fans the lobe of your ear is what makes you snuggle into the safety net that is kai kamal huening. 

no words were exchanged; none needed... yet everything conveyed all at once.

[beomslover]

[sweet love - hueningkai]

𖦹 another one inspired by a song to celebrate my return heh 😅

𖦹 warnings: none! just some sweet highschool!hyuka fluff content for the tl! probably not proofread

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loving you is my gift

from the very moment hueningkai walked you to school, he knew that you were all he wanted. some may call him naïve or even immature; but he knew right away that he wanted to do anything to make your heart soar the way his did each time you caught his eye. kai wasn’t, by any means, experienced in love. in fact, the last time he even attempted a confession was to his classmate in primary school and even then he may have ended up shoving a box of chocolates into their arms before running back to his best friend, nearly in tears. kai was no natural romantic, no, but that only added to his boyish charms (little to his knowledge).

and you are not clear enough

kai’s biggest and most perplexing problem, perhaps, was that he could never tell how you felt about him. mostly because he had never actually spoken to you. well, he had but hardly ever about anything important. not for lack of trying of course, kai had attempted to speak to you exactly 12 times over the past year you’d been neighbors (he kept track, obviously). every time, though, hueningkai ended up trailing behind or beside you in a half-comfortable half-awkward silence.

not every time ended in failure though. he’d counted exactly five conversations with you that had gone as planned— or, at least almost as planned.

baby, i only care about you

the first time kai spoke to you had been on your first day of your new school. he had scrambled out of his door in a hurry to meet up with his friends before classes began. he was running late, as usual, resulting in him making a mad dash for the school with hardly an ‘i love you, bye!’ to his mother and sisters. “um.. excuse me,” you called out to him, and he remembered the sound of your mellifluous voice as if it was yesterday. hyuka stopped in his tracks and turned to face you, pointing to himself in question as he awkwardly stood outside your gate.

he could feel the blood rushing to his cheeks as you approached him. kai hadn’t seen you settling in with your family over the weekend because he was cooped up in his room playing games with his best friend, taehyun. “oh, hi… uhm.. good morning!” kai greeted you enthusiastically, flashing you a sheepish smile as he attempted to smooth down his unruly curls (suddenly he regretted not brushing his hair that morning). “didn’t mean to interrupt you but i noticed we have the same uniform,” you explained as you observed the lanky, awkward boy before you.

“would you mind telling me how to get to school, um…” you paused, realizing that you’d never met him before. “kai! huening kai… actually kai kamal huening, not that you would care,” he babbled on, his face getting redder with every word he, for some reason, let slip. “uhm, anyway, i was just heading to school.. we could walk together, if you want?”

you are my dream,

you smiled and nodded your head, adjusting the strap of your backpack on your shoulder as you gently pushed open the gate and stepped onto the sidewalk with kai. “thank you so much.. and it’s nice to meet you, kai kamal huening!”

he froze in place, his brain reeling from hearing you call his full name so perfectly. he was so shocked that he didn’t even notice that you’d been waving your hand in front of his face for, what felt like years (but was only fifteen seconds). “oh! sorry.. yes, let’s get going,” hyuka mumbled, embarrassed that he’d already embarrassed himself in front of you.

and so, you walked with him. in a painfully awkward silence that he had absolutely no idea how to break. hueningkai racked his brain for something, anything to talk to you about as you walked almost an entire foot apart on the sidewalk. “so, do you have any hobbies, kai kamal huening?” you asked him, causing the blood to rush to his cheeks yet again. “um… i play games! and um… collect… things..” he answered as vaguely as possible, hoping you wouldn’t ask him— “oh cool! what do you collect?” of course.

“i collect plushies.. molang is my favorite,” kai explained nervously, praying you wouldn’t laugh at him or think he was weird. he could almost feel beads of sweat starting to form as he noticed you nodding silently, seemingly thinking about what he just said. god, he thought, i just met them and they already think i’m weird.. why would i even say that! i should’ve lied and said i collect something cool like ninja stars… “that’s adorable! i don’t know what molang is though, could you tell me more about it?”

my sunshine

and explain he did, for the entire ten minute walk to school. in fact, kai ended up animatedly telling you about all of his favorite plushies, their names, and how he got them. in excruciating detail.

but you never got annoyed with him, no. you were happy to listen to hyuka rant and rave about his favorite bunny plush, tobin, which he’d named after one of his best friends, soobin. and how two of his molang plushies alway somehow ended up under his bed. and how he can’t sleep without hugging something soft.

and that’s when he decided that you were the one for him. not the most logical decision for sure, but the way you giggled at his silly enthusiasm and nodded along with his stories made him feel butterflies fluttering around in his stomach.

from then on, hueningkai was determined to make you his sweetest love.

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𖦹 heeeey :) it’s been almost a full year since i’ve written because my mental health has been at an absolute low, but i wanted to give it a shot with some more hueningkai fluff (because i love him)!! i’m pretty damn rusty but i hope you enjoyed! ♡

[crystalis]

'The Urgent Call of Palestine' [sung by Zainab Shaath, lyrics by Lalita Panjabi, released 1972]

Can't you hear the urgent call of Palestine?

Can't you hear the urgent call of Palestine?

Palestine

Can't you hear the urgent call of Palestine?

Can't you hear the urgent call of Palestine?

Palestine

Tormented, tortured, bruised and battered

And all her sons and daughters scattered

Can't you hear the sweet sad voice of Palestine?

Can't you hear the sweet sad voice of Palestine?

Palestine

She whispers above the roars of the guns

Beckoning to all her daughters and sons

Can't you hear the agony of Palestine?

Can't you hear the agony of Palestine?

Palestine

Liberation banner

Raise it high for Palestine

Let us do or die

Let us heed the urgent call of Palestine

Let us heed the urgent call of Palestine

Let us heed...

(Kamal Nasser speaking)

"But for the Palestinians who lost everything, they are ready to do anything to save their country. We do not fight for the sake of fighting. We do not want war for the sake of war. But we want the world to know that we have a cause. We are one and a half million refugees living in the camps. One million refugees living under occupation. Our mothers, our sisters, our families. We have been attacked brutally by a savage movement called Zionism. We have to reveal this movement to the whole world. And we basically differentiate between Jews and Zionists. We hope to save the Jews from Zionists and make a Palestinian democratic state where we can live with the Jews in peace and in love."

Let us heed the urgent call of Palestine

Let us heed the urgent call of Palestine

[ennaku-sirri-da]

JUST ANOTHER DAY IN THE TOWER ( S4M COMIC )

PART 2

( Plaintext: Just another day in the Tower (S4M Comic)

Part 2 )

PS: This has a lot of my personal HCs LMAO don't worry about it but if it confuses you just see my talk under the cut! Actually I HIGHLY recommend you read it PLS AND also Part 1( linked)

[ ID: Fanart done in traditional medium, uncolored, with pencil and slightly rough sketching. It's a comic of the game Smile For Me featuring in part 2, Kamal Bora and Dr.Habit living together. The panels alternate colors between cool blue, warmer red and orange tones and gray because of how they were photographed.

The designs have canon style but the changes in the artists interpretation are as follows. Kamal has a lot of acne, eyebags and thick brows. For this comic his hair is in a ponytail and he casually wears sleeveless top with sweatpants. Habit has the most change- Here he has a muppet-like appearance with fur, longer hair, cheek patches with a splash of freckles, stitches and scars on hands plus an X shaped one near his mouth. His teeth are uneven with a bigger snaggletooth too. His long coat is made of some soft, scratchy material and it's collar is bush-like with feathery parts holding flowers.

The comics part 2 starts with a textbox announcing in the SpongeBob Narrator voice," An unspecified time later" in allcaps. Habit stands tall and smug, smirking as he points a hand to his head in mock pity, "Oh Kamochka.. always so gullible to my charms.( he says all this in a singsong) And I did not even DO anything this time.. I was just STANDING there~" he says, speaking all throughout with characteristic spelling errors. Kamal simply rolls his eyes in response, holding a mug of coffee.

He leans back, one little finger on the table as he takes a long sip. " SO..."

He sits upfront, glaring straight at Habit with a full grin and folded-up hands clutching each other set on the table, mug kept aside. There is a hint of playfulness. " H. O. W. " He asks.

Habit yet again micheviously folds his hands, angled up to his face, and smiles wide like a cat, eyes closed-- like his ingame smug pose. A characteristic emote is shown with a face resembling the same expression. " Now, Now... That's not how you treat a gentle-puppet..." A simplified chatbubble with a small Kamal face is seen, he looks unfazed. He says," what do you want."

Habit turns his head slightly and presses a finger into one cheek, brushing up the fur on it. He slightly winks as he states, " Cold. " Kamal responds openly jovially Now, raising his brow in a light exasperation as he replies, "SIGHH OK come here!!"

He warms Habit's cheeks in the next panel by kissing the spot. Habit in turn holds his back, leaning down a bit. They look serene with hearts drawn all around and a light swirling shape. Kamal is noted to be 'on the kissing stool'.

Kamal smiles lopsidedly, hand resting contendly on a cheek leaning to one side as he holds his mug once again, " No "Thank you, honey" for lil ol' me...?". Habit is beside him, flapping his hands fast in an infectious happiness. A smile emote is next to him.

Next panel is a sequence with solely simplified small faces in chatbubbles. Habits face is drawn egg like while Kamals is a rectangle, both have dot eyes. Habit knowingly asks, preening over it, " What was that? You want me to call you HONEY?" Kamal smiles somewhat awkwardly in his confused response, "No- I mean, yes, I mean, N-- " he cuts himself off, " You've been calling me that for YEAARS!!" Habit giggles, hand over mouth, " Oh, hum...for YEARS?... Like we're...( he pauses and exagerrates this with a wavy underline) married?" Kamal has clouds of steam coming off him now as he puffs up, very embarrassed. A bunch of exclamation marks come from him. Habit finally stops teasing him and smiles a bit as he says, "...Thank you honey. You can stop heating like boil egg now..."

Then we go back to the regular artstyle. Habit looks up as he scoffs with a signature crooked smile, putting his palms out in a way that expresses what he says " I literally lived through Forsaw and Bahd... You can NOT trick me. ANYWAY"

He looks to the viewers side as his smile becomes wider, angling a hand up to one eye as if to make a focusing-the-eye-on-you gesture. His other hand unscrew out one of his glass eyeballs. " I guess you could say,..." End ID]

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Explanations and talk under the cut as always!

Right...let's go panel by panel like before, friend!

Panel 1: THE NICKNAMESSSS You bet Kamal calls him " DAWL ( Doll )" as well, hey he has the accent for it!! Doll eyes....

Oh, and Kamochka is a diminutive of Kamal's name taken from the Russian tradition of casual diminutives! The -ka suffix is intimate and for very close relations. It implies smallness in a loving way as well, this is what I recall.

Panel 4: UwU

Panel 6: Making up for that rude scare, heheehe. Anyone remember that Dirty Dancing draw I did of them where Kamal reached up to him through, like, those wheeled gym scooter things? Fuckin asshole, always making Kamal feel short HAKSKSJS So, so many silly ways to Smooch the Habit.

Panel 8: HAHA I flirted with myself to come up with this dialogue in the DEAD OF NIGHT so even though this part is awkward IMO I hope you appreciate the beautiful self-love of me DROPPING PICK UP LINES ON MYSELF

Also nah, they're not Actually married. Yet. Or never. They just ended up kind of acciDENTally living together. Best Bros and sometimes husbands even.

Panel 9: You can NAWWTTT TRICK (❓️‼️❓️( prominent red exclamation marks and question marks emojis)) HIM

* is duped by computer virus *

* buys Gerry's shitty X ray machine scam *

ETC.... TBH I forgot that naïveity of his when I drew this, maybe in this AU he's a Little More Fortified TM due to the ragdoll twins Forsaw and Bahd( fandom OCs with my own spin on them!!) but you can still Totes Jape Him DW he just got lucky HAKSKSJS The twins would say so anyway ; ) ( winky emote)

Panel 10: HHHHH-

Yup! His body parts are detachable. They're in pretty tight though so I don't advise removing them without um, asking him, LOL.

Plus they could crawl back to him and now that would be Ough....for you🥸 ( disguised emoji with big moustache and glasses indicating amusement here )

HIS HANDS WERE AN ADVENTURE TO DRAW THROUGH ALL THIS WITH THE DETAILING HOOO BOY--

( Plaintext: His hands were an adventure to draw through all this with the detailing hoooo boy--)

STAY TUNED FOR PART 3( THE ENDING ) EVERYONEEEE THATS ALL

( Plaintext: Stay tuned for part 3( the ending ) everyoneee that's all )

And can you figure out HOW Habit knew they were sneaking on him....? ; ) (winky emote)

TBH I didn't plan that part very well so I Forgave You Already if you don't know HAJSJSJ BE free!!!!

[loopielupie]

Whumptober Day 6 - Recording

Passing through a GN barrier is something Lockon has mostly grown used to, but there is sometimes just a little bit strange or, maybe, miraculous, about seeing nothing but forest and then suddenly, out of nowhere, the threshold is crossed and his gundam is just there. Today, the sight of Dynames isn’t as alluring as the forest around him, but Lockon climbs its bent leg dutifully anyway and pops the cockpit open, a greeting for Haro dying on his lips when the little robot bounces in its spot, already speaking before Lockon’s even set foot inside:

“Lockon. Message. Lockon. Message.”

“Hello to you too, Haro buddy,” he chuckles, dropping into the seat and taking note of the flashing message icon on his loadout. “What’s-”

“Message. Hurry. Message. Hurry.” Haro interrupts him and he stops, something souring in his stomach. If he didn’t know better, he’d think Haro was…anxious. He clicks on the message and an audio file opens. Initially there’s nothing but steady breathing filling the cockpit and a quiet hiss, maybe…is it, wind? Rain?

That sourness in his stomach twists into a gut instinct and he knows who’s going to speak before he even says anything.

“Being followed…”

Setsuna.

“Two, maybe three. Going to try and lose them.”

Stomach dropping, Lockon yanks his phone from his pocket and calls him, swiping his bangs back from his face as it starts to ring. And then keeps ringing. The message has gone quiet again but Lockon keeps one ear on it while his other is occupied with the still unconnected call.

“C’mon, c’mon. Pick up the phone, Setsuna.”

Five rings. His knee starts bouncing agitatedly on the sixth; Setsuna never takes this long to answer.

You’ve reached Kamal Ma-”

Lockon hangs up with a frustrated noise and reaches for the comms panel. He hasn’t reached the end of the recording yet but he knows it’s not going to end well. He’s already late to this, he can’t afford any more wasted time. Compressing the recording, he attaches it alongside a quick coded message and asks Haro to send it off to the Ptolemy. He hits play on Setsuna’s message again; listening to the sounds of breathing and footsteps mixed with the occasional vehicle or bystander in the background.

“Definitely 3; all men. Average height, all HRL.”

He startles at Setsuna’s sudden interjection and how normal his tone is while Lockon can feel a lump constricting his own throat as the recording returns to background noise. He watches the time tick up on the screen for an agonising 6 minutes when suddenly there’s a quiet gasp and the footsteps get louder and faster: running, Setsuna must be running. That realisation sends fear through Lockon even before Setsuna speaks again:

“Got turned around. In an emptier part of town now, near the Industrial park by the river.”

Lockon’s heart drops. It’s not surprising that Setsuna might get lost in a place he’s never been to. He tries not to think about what that delay may have cost them, cost him.

“C’mon, Setsuna,” Lockon whispers, jaw clenched tightly as he fists the material of his civilian trousers. His heart is in his throat now but drops into his shoes at a sudden winded grunt.

“What do you want? Why are you chasing me?”

Lockon knows the fear in Setsuna’s voice is acting, he’s seen the kid lay it on to get out of situations before, but it doesn’t stop the rush of nausea. If his pursuers answer, Lockon doesn’t hear it and suddenly the recording explodes with crackles, shouts and curses overlaid with the telltale sounds of a scuffle. A harsh voice far too close to the comms unit spits something venomous about a “princess” that Lockon can’t make out but what does come through clearly is Setsuna’s sharp cry of pain and the sound of something heavy hitting the ground.

“Shit,” Lockon spits into the ensuing quiet, listening to the murmur of conversation before everything cuts off with an abrupt crack and a burst of static.

Lockon swallows thickly, his own breathing loud in the small space of his cockpit. He throws it open for air and slumps back in his seat, scrubbing aching, trembling fingers down his face.

“Shit.”

[poppingsmoothie]

Too Loud (S4M Splatoon AU)

Yes this is some AU writing about Kamal and Habit! Habit is an Octoling while Kamal is an Inkling! Sorry this is long, and this can be interpreted as platonic and/or romantic

Ever since Habit was little he had interactions with all sorts of conflict in Octo Valley. The loud bangs from testfires with new weapons, the tinkering and hammering from the octarian troops making new tech, and of course; the screams of those who got into trouble. These memories, these vivid memories haunt Habit to this day. Always waking up scared, and turning into his most vulnerable form.

Since he and his friend Kamal moved to Splatsville (taking a break from his own lil town, The Habitat) he’s been doing well! There’s turf war, and anarchy battles, it’s not as loud as those faded bangs, and shouts from his childhood. Everything is okay! But on one morning, he woke up later than he wanted to, he tries feeling for his sea cucumber phone that he always puts on the bedside table...he picks it up, and looks at the recent text he got from Kamal...

“There’s a new Splatfest! Spicy vs Sweet vs Sour, what are you picking?”

...Habit heard of Splatfest, he wanted to host his own but wasn’t sure what the theme would be...plus his mind was in a different state during The Habitat’s liveliest days. He groans and gets ready for the day, maybe he’ll go meet up with Kamal.

Him and Kamal together at the Splatfest ballot. What team should they choose... there was a beat of silence, until Kamal decided to break it. “Uh,,maybe team sweet? It’s sorta ironic but sweet flavors are ah...my favorite, don’t get me wrong I always watch what I eat so I don’t get cavities but sweets are just so good! B-Besides not all sweet flavors come from sugar-”

“Shore.” Kamal looked up at Habit, who was sporting his usual coat and hat. His hat had a little minty green ribbon around it, tied with a bow. “Team swEEt it es!” He smiles at Kamal. “Great! Team Sweet!” Kamal cheered! Habit bounced in place, great his first Splatfest! The days went by and it finally became nighttime in Splatsville, the festivities started! Music blaring across the brightly lit city with beautiful colors lighting each street! Sparks and fireworks glittering in the sky until they fizz and die down!

Kamal knocks on the door to Habit’s apartment. “Hey big guy, we’re gonna be late! Wallus is watching Putunia tonight so we have the whole night to ourselves!” There was silence. Maybe Habit forgot? He does have a strict schedule. Except it’s doing him some good, Habit’s not running around the town making sure others asleep. He makes sure he gets sleep!

Kamal takes a deep breath and knocks again. Nothing. “Oh geez...” he tries opening the door, the doorknob twists and the door opens. Did Habit forget to lock the door? Weird, very weird. “Boris? Ya in here?” He walks in and looks around, there’s not much in Habit’s apartment, some plants here and there but that’s about it. Weird. “Boris! Where are ya?” He speaks out a little louder. He continues looking until he sees something shuffling. Something is under the couch.

He takes another deep breath, preparing for some kind of stray starfish, or something to be under the couch...but once he looked he was met with familiar eyes. “...Boris? Hey you doing okay?” The eyes were full of terror. Peering at Kamal, its eyes were basically daggers. “C’mon let’s get ya outta there.” Kamal says calmly as he tries grabbing Habit.

What Kamal didn’t know is that this scared Habit even more, causing him to quickly skitter out from the couch. No wonder he fit under the couch, he was in his swim form. His octopus form. Even though Habit is bigger than the average octopus, he’s still able to sneak into tight spaces. Kamal looks at Habit, worry written all over his face.

“Is it too bright out there? Is that why you’re scared?” Kamal asked, Habit shook his head. “Ok...is it...too smelly?” Another shake. “Ok hm...too noisy?” Habit nods, and Kamal sighs. “Sorry I didn’t know loud noises bothered ya. If I knew then we could’ve done something else.” He smiles softly at Habit “maybe we can watch a broadcast of the turf wars happening tonight? I can get ya some headphones too?” Habit stares at Kamal, a beat of silence. He nods, Kamal gives Habit a thumbs up.

“Ok, do you want me to stay right now?” Kamal questions, Habit nods and quickly transforms back into his human form. Land form? Whatever it is. He gets up and sits down on the couch. Kamal sits down next to Habit and smiles warmly at the other. “Are ya able to talk? Or do you need more time?” Habit looks at Kamal and covers his mouth with his hand. Signifying an answer. “Alright, say maybe I can make us both some ice cream! Something sweet for team sweet, hah,,,uh,,,yeah...” Kamal gets up and goes to the fridge to find some.

Habit can’t help but smile, tears threatening to escape his eyes. He’s grateful he’s not alone. He’s grateful he has someone to lean on. Someone that will help him no matter how small the situation may seem. Kamal comes back with two bowls of mint chocolate chip ice cream. The two of them spent their evening, to bowls of ice cream and letting Habit borrow Kamal’s headphones.

[krishakamal]

𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐘𝐀 𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐀

— Dwarkadhish x Dwarakeshwari

🦚 SYNOPSIS : When Krishna can't see his priya frowning in sadness, so, he comes up with a way to cheer her up.

🦚 KAMAL'S NOTE : This is just a work of fiction and nothing to do with the actual events. I just wanted to write something for Maa Rukmini and Krishna since there is not much. Hopefully I didn't cross the line. This fic made me hate the word 'hand' to be honest 😮‍💨. The devider is from this post.

Kamalnayan = Lotus like eyes, Sri = Mahalakshmi/Rukmini, Nupur = Anklet, Aradhya = Adored one, Arya = Honorable one.

Sweet wind blew past the raven locks, forcing them to dance on the rhythm with it. Dwarakeshwari, Rukmini Maharani, sat on the edge of the majestic water fountain. Her hand playing with the rippling cold water. The full moon shone brightly in the night's sky. The reflection of the moon in the water made Rukmini appear glowing.

Everything happened so suddenly. One day, she was writing a letter to Kanha to come and save her and the next she is now married to the said Manohari. Few days ago she came to Dwarka with her husband. People here are loving and welcoming to her but Rukmini could not help but miss her father and brothers.

Since day one she was their beloved princess but everything changed when Rukmi decided to prioritise his political friends and hate towards Krishna over her. Going against Rukmini, he rejected Krishna when he asked for her hand in marriage and then he fixed her marriage to that demon, Shishupal. Still, Rukmini loved her brother and wanted the best for them.

"Can't sleep?"

A sweet voice broke the silence of the night. Her hand stopped it's action. Rukmini heard quite footsteps advancing towards her as her heartbeat sped up. Even after loving him for years and being married to hi, Rukmini couldn't help but blush whenever he was around her.

Krishna walked up to Rukmini and sat right behind her. Their eyes met through the waters reflection but Rukmini averted her eyes away as a feeling of shyness took over, making Krishna chuckle. His wife, his Sri, can look into others eyes and put them in their places but she can't even look her Shyam. Oh! How much he yearns to see those beautiful kamalnayan.

"Could not sleep?" Krishna asked again, this time even more softer.

Rukmini nodded her head, giving him a quiet 'hum'. Krishna dipped his hand in water. Taking her hand in his, Krishna swayed them, feeling water pass through their fingers.

"So, what is bothering my beloved?"

Rukmini remained silent for a moment before speaking, "I was thinking about my people back home."

"Is that so?" Krishna wishpered, "Do you regret marrying me and coming he—"

Before he could finish, Rukmini had turned around and slammed her hand over his mouth, "What are you saying Madhav? I can never."

Rukmini felt his lips curling up into a smile against her palm. Krishna held her hand by his both hands and brought them down. But instead of letting go, Krishna clutches it even firmer.

"You are finally looking at me."

Rukmini gasped at the realisation and all the heat raised up her cheeks. As she quickly looked, Krishna took her chin between two fingers and made her face him again. Rukmini kept her head down.

Hay Bhagwan! My shy wife. Madhav thought to himself.

"Would you like to go somewhere......With me?" Krishna asked.

Rukmini nodded her head without any hesitation. Krishna stood up and held out a hand for her, "Sri?"

Rukmini placed her hand in and got up. Then Krishna started leading them out of the golden palace. They walked for at least 60 vighaṭi but neither of them seemed to mind. By day Krishna is mostly busy with work and Rukmini also has to play the mother goddess she is.

They don't get much time to spend together other than the night. They walked through the furnished road, hand in hand, under the starry night. At the end of the city was a forest. Krishna led her into it.

Moonlight failed to enter through the cover of tall tree branches. As the forest went darker, Rukmini, unknowingly, brought herself closer to Krishna. Though Krishna saw that, he didn't say anything because seeing how shy his Sri is, she might pull away.

"How far is the place, Madhav?" Rukmini asked when the road seemed to be endless. They couldn't stay out long. As the king and queen of Dwarka, work was already on their shoulders.

"Just a little more Sri." Krishna whispered, giving her hand a firm squeeze.

They walked a little more when Krishna suddenly stopped. Rukmini looked at him confused. Krishna released her hand and held up the jewelled flute. As Rukmini held the flute with care, Krishna went behind her and palmed over her eyes.

"Ma-Madhav?"

"Just a little more to go." Krishna whispered in her ear.

Rukmini trusted and started forwarding. Losing the ability to see, her other senses became stronger. The forest was silent. The sweet sound of their nupur chiming echoed through the silent woodland accompanied by occasional hooting of owls.

Krishna came to an abrupt stop, "Ready?"

Rukmini nodded impatiently, "Yes, Madhav."

Krishna slowly removed his hands. A bright light blinded Rukmini for a moment. She blinked her eyes to adjust to the light and when she saw scenery before her all she could do was gasp in surprise.

The place was glowing compared to the rest of the dark forest. Fireflies dancing with each other. Beautiful flowers are blooming all over the place. Birds like peacocks, parrots, owls, flying like it's broad daylight. Then there is deers, red panda, horses and many more playing like friends.

"Madhav, what place is this? This looks like it is Vaikuntha."

"This place is Divya aranya. Do you like it?"

"This place is heavenly. Why didn't you bring me here earlier?" Rukmini breathed out, failing to look away.

Krishna sat on the ground with his hack leaning on a big tree. While Rukmini admired the magical forest, Krishna admired his ārādhya. Her eyes sparkled like gold, taking in everything. When she was done she came and sat beside Madhav.

"How did this come here?" Rukmini felt like a child, seeing the world for the first time even though she herself was Devi Mahalakshmi.

"That…….is a story for another time. Just know that there was this man who created this place because he couldn't see his priya frowning in sadness." Mischievousness swimmed in his eyes.

Rukmini smiled with a knowing look. She really had completely forgotten about her previous sadness with her brother. Which gave Krishna relief. The last thing he wanted was for her to be sad. That too in his presence.

Rukmini felt a different sense of boldness as she dropped her head on his shoulder. When the sun goes up they will be pulled into the same work routine. So, Rukmini wanted to savour these moments as much as possible.

"Can we stay here a little longer?" Rukmini asked softly and he replied back, "As long as you want."

Rukmini's eyes fell on the flute in her hand, the divine flute that everyone praises.

"Arya, you have never played your flute for me, have you?"

Krishna laughed, "Every rag, every sur, every dhun that I play, is for you, my Sri. If not you, then I have no reason to even exist."

He sure is a ladies' man. Rukmini thought as her cheeks became red.

Rukmini gave him his flute back, "Play something for me, won't you, Arya?"

"Anything for you, Sri."

Krishna took the flute, placing his lips on it, he started playing the most madhur dhun she had ever heard. The aranya became more joyful, birds danced with the melody, animals became hypnotised with how enchanting it was.

And Darkeswari drifted into the dreamland with her head resting on her beloved's shoulder and hearing the madhur dhun.

© 𝐊𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐋 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑, 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃 — all content rights belongs to KRISHAKAMAL. Do not plagiarize any works and do not repost or translate onto any other sites.

All the rights and credits of the characters, gifs, songs and pictures used here belongs to their rightful owners.

[homosexual-fast-dancer]

For the Casual F/O Takeover Ask Game: 6, 10, 12 & 22 for Dallas! ^_^ (please tell Cherry i said hi btw!! 🙌🏼) —@crickiss

(Thank you for the ask :-D Ask game here!)

"Hiya dude! Will do, will do. And tell Kamal I say hi! Haven't seen that dude in a while…

Anyways, I heard you got some questions for me, question one: what made you head over heels for Cherry? What lit that spark for you?

She always complimented my art and made sure I was okay… it was pretty sweet, people don't seem to always want to hang with me, but she was always down for it. I kinda needed someone like that in my life.

Question two: what's your favourite thing about her? Like in general.

Damn, I gotta admit it's pretty much everything… I love how cheerful she is, her hyperness is pretty cute, and her smile, when she ain't faking it anyways, I gotta say may be a work of art all its own.

Question three: What's something about them that you always notice but not many others pay much attention to?

Hmm, good question… I think maybe the way they speak? Like it's cool, but I have no idea how anyone can actually say emoticons and stuff, I think others probably notice it but don't think to say anything, then again can't be calling the kettle black.

And last but not least: what’s your favorite thing to do with them?

Ah that one's easy, maybe kinda corny but I just really like talking to them… they have a fascinating world view, and a sense of humour I really dig."

[roseonthewindow]

Thanks for publicly being a schizo freak at every opportunity, it makes it really easy to show people how stupid folks like y'all are

English do you speak it? clearly not so lets go for the rundown: Boxing camp YOUR LITTLE PIRNCESS FUCKER was deemed TOO DANGERIOUS to SPAR with women WHY THE FUCKING HELL DID OLYMPICS PAIR THAT MAN BITCH UP WITH WOMEN IF THEY WERE NOT RIGGING IT!!!!! You lose a point there not gain one stop counting gains where there are losses. RWBY did go to shit form all the feminist lesbians' bullshit because over time its all the series became. Unironically it was already a niche but the part of the fandom that was into that pairing was minimal. While the occasional hint was not regarded as invasive to the plot the overall OP lesbians' thing is just disturbing in general. The struggle and challenge and mystery was lost. Any sort of growing element was also lost. On top of this your dealing with Monty and if you didn't know that guy has skeletons it's why he shut his ass up when I mentioned a certain event. He knows as well as I do what he did or more specifically DID NOT DO that lead to what it did and he fucking KNEW BETTER. As for Harris she is still not an elected canadine and can still be disqualified under the Constitution you if your American may want to read it in its entirety not just skim and DO bother to understand the context not just the words since words change meaning over 100+ years. If your not its important to remind you the constitution does not tell the citizens what they can do it tells the government what it CAN NOT do there is a SUBSTANTUAL difference there. If I'm so stupid how come I brought up there beigest jurisdiction issues with the attempted suits eh? your also absolutely retarded if you think the phrase "folks like you" is not racist as FUCK. If this is about agriculture and the way our elections work on a electoral college than get fucked. Its literally your only option there jackass coward. It seems like the only idiot here is you coming at me with an ad hominin attack but nothing else I could easily ignore this and it would be just as nothing but there are multiple ways to destroy an ad hominin attack what a shame your too stupid to know just one. Vindication is actually mine; Imane Khelif was ruled to be too dangerous to put against women in sparing none the less competition settings meaning it was even being unduly charitable a grouse mismatch and more proof of the IOC's utter incomitance. The downfall of RWBY as a franchise did start by feminist dogma bullshit more specifically the OP lesbians' girlfriends trope because this trope is actually not popular even in lesbians' things. The Democrat party is up to no good Kamal's running mate is a constitutional denialist IE A FACIST; she is the facist comunist dictatorial canadate no question about that one anyone with any forum of braincells can see that. BY the way facisim is not far right that is a bad take by communist political bad actors trying to protect their little plants in the system. If we get into another civil war because of that office whore I am buying a tank (because I can and fuck you) In total your argument is nothing of value because you brought up people I couldn't give a rats ass about (literal no name strangers) I just love pissing them off because its too easy. they stalk people demand purity because they are filthy sin incarnate and fail at every argument because they can not put their feelings aside when even calculating the issue so they fail to understand how trying to teach "Trans issues" to children 7 and under is literal pedophile behavior. In short: do you want to take more L's are are you done being a dumb piece of shit loser behind a gray mask like some nitwit coward too afraid to show their account? (because you know the price for that is you are a failure and it will be pointed out.)

[kamalsmilesdental]

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