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[solacebean]

Small dump of Null AU designs, including Kintsugi, Tetra, Dust, Rook, Raven, and Midna

[sassylittlecanary]

Rating Smallville superhero costumes based on how much they Commit To The Bit™️

(Not including Clark’s outfits because those deserve their own post)

Impulse/The Flash — Bart Allen

Initially he was an amalgam of various Flashes before he became Impulse, so his costume takes a bit of inspiration from everyone in the flashfam. Love the running shoes! Appreciate the lightning bolt striping! Unfortunately it’s literally just a cool hoodie and he never upgrades. Also why are those like, dress pants on a runner.

3/10

Aquaman — Arthur Curry

I like that it’s the same basic color scheme!! Bonus points that it’s basically a wetsuit. Practical but clearly comic inspired. Unfortunately also follows the mid-show trend of “my superhero outfit is a color-coded hoodie.”

6/10

Cyborg — Victor Stone

There’s lots of ways to do Cyborg’s look, but unfortunately “he has no visible cybernetic body parts” isn’t a great one. I get that budget was a factor, but also. Lame. At least they stuck to the color scheme.

2/10

Green Arrow — Oliver Queen

Points for the bright colors. Also, I love the attention to detail with the gauntlets and the little bicep bands! And the “G” on his belt! The codpiece looks clunky and I laugh every time I see the sunglasses, but this is a fun one.

8/10

Martian Manhunter — J’onn J’onzz

They should have let him be green!! Since they didn’t and instead showed him in his police detective identity, I understand his outfit being more subdued. Eventually he got a look that’s very clearly based on the comics, which for a plainclothes detective, I appreciate. Still, I hesitate to call it any kind of costume.

5/10

Black Canary — Dinah Lance

The short hair still throws me off (she does grow it out in later seasons), but otherwise this is pretty spot-on! I do not care about practicality. She has her fishnets! Her black bodysuit! The yellow accents!! I love.

9/10

Wonder Twins — Zan and Jayna

I like that they’re all in purple, and these looks worked, especially since they weren’t supposed to be superheroes yet. Still, a little underwhelming.

5/10

The Legion of Superheroes — Saturn Girl, Lightning Lad, and Cosmic Boy

So, they’re more or less in their comic book colors with a few symbols here and there to show who they are. Otherwise, it’s just color-coded leather jackets with very little effort. What happened to futuristic characters having fun and unique clothes?

3/10

Zatanna Zatara

THE look of all time. Absolutely flawless. No notes.

10/10

See first reblog for part two!

[meteor752]

Actual Baby children who have no idea what they’re in for

So the Double Life anniversary is coming up, which is insane, and I thought I’d celebrate it! Kinda ish I guess?

I just did more designs of da kids

Buuuuut, this time I took it one step further to show them as actual children, together with their favorite parent (Apart from Johnny cause he loves both)

It was incredibly fun and I had a blast trying to make the lil block men in Hero Forge, maybe I’ll do it again some other time just by themselves lol

Baby Liana and Scar

Scar is the favorite parent cause he’s more chill and also he didn’t betray the family. Had a blast making him and his ranger outfit, I tried my best to get it as accurate as possible and I think I turned out great. Baby Liana’s outfit is really cute, it reminds me of the lil suit for the toddlers in The Sims 4. Also Jellie <3

Baby Wes and Impulse

Impulse is the favorite cause BDubs is…well he’s BDubs. Impulse was also a lot of fun, especially the more non human features, but the stupid I on his T-Shirt tripped me up, It's literally just a yellow blood stain lol. Seeing Baby Wes is also so strange, cause he's like without his shaggy stubble, dyed hair, and thicc af body. Now he's just a lil guy.

Baby Gertrude and Ren

Ren is the favorite because...well he didn't cheat. Very easy answer there. I've said this with everyone so far, but Ren was so fricking fun, I love his shirt and its colors, had a fricking blast. Gertrude is just a precious baby in a full princess costume, getting read a bedtime story, just an absolute gem. Also this is pre-sunglasses, mainly cause it looked weird with the plastic tiara she’s wearing.

Baby Johnny and both his dads :D

They good parents. Also, FUCK Jimmy, FUCK his bland generic looking ass skin, and FUCK hero forge for making it so hard to translate it. Zero enjoyment in the making of it, but Tango was hella fun. Baby Johnny is honestly just my lad but smaller. He probably has a lil tooth gap too. Prime boy.

Baby Jassy and Etho

Etho is the favorite because Jassy finds him very cool lol. Etho was more difficult than I first thought, mostly because I wanted to make him more than just Kakashi so I avoided the Anime hairstyle and customed the hell out of the patchy hair, but he looks great! Baby Jassy was a huge Etho fangirl (The OG Ethogirl lol), so her look is Just Him but smaller.

Baby Jekiv and Cleo

They’re the favorite because she didn’t fucking leave, Martyn. Cleo was surprisingly easy honestly, but that shouldn’t really have shocked me. Just any green skinned person with red hair kinda looks like Cleo. Wanted to make them look a little different from Jek, but yeah I guess Zombie genetics are just that strong. Baby Jek is without the hood, that’s a later development, so his patchy hair is in plain sight. He hates it.

Baby Novo and Pearl

Pearl is the favorite because she’s more fun. Pearl has a really easy outfit to make, and I thoroughly enjoyed it honestly. Baby Novo doesn’t have the runny makeup yet, so he looks…surprisingly normal. Just an ordinary child honestly. I really liked making his outfit too, especially the colors.

I enjoyed this, hope you did too

[bnha-more-like-bnh-gay]

So, for a couple of years now, I've been reading the old X-Men comics of the 70s & 80s, and a few recent issues from '87 have given me a great idea for an AU.

Ready?

Dazzler!Izuku 😀

So, Izuku is born with a quirk that allows him to transform sound into photonic energy. Anything from generating benign blobs of light that move, pulsate, and change color in relation to whatever music he's listening to (tho, this can be weaponized too; during the sludge villain attack, Izuku overwhelms the villain's eyes with a fantastic light show that leaves him catatonic), to concentrating a single, loud noise into a laser beam that deals concussive damage.

Izuku would, of course, gravitate towards Present Mic as a mentor. And he would team up well with Jirou.

So, what do you think?

I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO REPLY TO, SCHOOL AND MY MENTAL HEALTH FUCKED ME OVER. I have had half of this in my queue for about 3 months, ya bitch was just burnt tf out 💀

But dude, I absolutely fucking love this 😭😭

Heads up, my knowledge of physics is limited so I’m not going to be talking much about the actual details of his quirk until after I learn more about it, but I hope you enjoy!!!

Izuku who makes physics jokes.

He has shirts with physics puns on them. A shirt that says, “the photon checked into the hotel and was asked if it had any bags, it said, “no thanks, I’m traveling light!”

Reminds me of the time I was dual enrolling and in my psychology class, I said, “I once asked the librarian if she had a book on Pavlov’s dog and Schrödinger’s cat. She said it rung a bell but she wasn’t sure if it was there or not!”

I thought I was so funny, but everyone else hated me.

Izuku is that kid. He does that shit

Inko loves it, she thinks her son is hilarious. Mic loves it. The little lister is so smart! Nezu has a goddamn field day. Aizawa is so tired, but secretly likes the jokes. He face palms every time and acts like it’s the end of the world, but he does like them. Midnight thinks it’s great, she asks izuku for more jokes/puns all the time. Mainly to annoy Aizawa. But still. BRUH, MISS JOKE. SHE LOVES THIS LITTLE SHIT. I honestly feel like all might wouldn’t understand most of them, but he’d love them anyway.

Izuku: I was studying frequencies, but now my brain Hertz.

He accidentally freaks people out the first few weeks in the dorm because they’re not used to it/expecting it.

The number of times mina asks for mood lighting

I really want to drive home that he makes an unholy amount of puns

He doesn’t even try to, it just happens so naturally. Shouto has theorized that it’s a secondary quirk.

You have spoken directly to my soul with mentor mic (and Jirou/izuku friends)

They’d all work so well together though

Mic brings him to Put Your Hands Up Radio not only to work with his quirk, but to help with his nerves

It is no secret that izuku is a nervous lad, but I raise you, mic was also a nervous lad (personal headcanon, but you cannot tell me that lad doesn’t have generalized anxiety)

Mic helps izuku gain some coping mechanisms (or coping mic-anisms if you will (thank you, thank you))

Mic is a nerd, izuku is a nerd, Jirou is cool, but a nerd. Jirou, similar to Aizawa, rolls her eyes at the physics puns, but does she think they’re funny? Yes. Yes, she does. They defends izuku when people mock his puns

Mic couldn’t be prouder of his children

Thank you for the ask! I hope you enjoyed! Sorry it was kinda short 😅

[mysumeow]

hi!! your acc is so cute i love your aesthetic <3 can i please request a genshin matchup? i’m bi & use she/her pronouns!

for my personality, id say im pretty bubbly and excitable. i’m an isfj & cancer, & i try to look on the bright side and try to listen to/help when they’re sad. im very affectionate with the people im close to, and i tend to cling onto my friends arms and hug them a lot. i love anything soft or cute, especially animals!! im kinda scared of bugs though, but i still always try to take them outside. i get distracted pretty easily, and have a hard time dealing with change. i tend to be a bit bossy and unreasonable when it comes to something i’m interested in. plus i get really moody and irrational sometimes when it comes to something i want (im very stubborn lol). i also really like going for walks, shopping, yoga, baking (even though i’m dreadfully awful at it), and reading. i like complimenting strangers, and i try to see the best in everything & everyone! though i can’t really tolerate it if somebody is overly cruel or rude to the people i care about. i have a very “do no harm, take no shit” mentality :)

for my appearance, im 5’1 & have fairly long light brown hair. my eyes are hazel, im fairly pale with a few freckles sitting across my face, & my cheeks are perpetually rosy andjfjjek. my style is usually pretty soft & girly, & i really like dressing up even if i’m not going anywhere. i also really like to do makeup, both on myself and others. also since i’m on the shorter side, i like to wear platform shoes since being tall makes me feel cool!

please & thank you!! have a nice day :)

. . . ꒰ MATCHUP VI

A/N: HIII AND THANK YOUU :'D I wanted a simple aesthetic that would still look nice, and I thought light blue would be a good color that matched what I was looking for :') Also yes sorry for taking so long T_T I still have one more match-up to do but hopefully I'll get done with that one too!

I match you with: Thoma! Thoma has no qualms over receiving hugs or the like whenever you’re feeling affectionate. He reciprocates with his own gentle hug and kind words, asking you about your day or what you’ve been up to. He even gets used to your surprise hugs with ease, not even flinching when he feels your arms wrapping around him suddenly while he’s cleaning. He already knows it’s you.

Thoma also feels drawn to you thanks to your helping nature. He’s used to being the one doing the helping, but who helps the poor overworked lad?! It’s common for you both to cheer each other up with no problems at all. It’s akin to a symbiotic relationship, so of course, he feels endeared to you in no time.

You love cute, soft animals? He’ll take you to Komore Teahouse to meet Taroumaru. Also, don’t be surprised when you find out he often feeds stray cats and dogs too. You’ll find him crouching down as he pets one of those stray kitties or dogs he’s feeding. Of course, you’re welcomed to pet them as well. He also loves taking care of these animals and this shared interest will bond you two more.

Thoma’s not squeamish about bugs. He offers to get rid of those for you. He doesn’t kill them –unless it’s actually harmful like a wasp—he uses the known technique of the cup and a napkin to take the little creature out.

When you express your interest in baking, Thoma is quick to suggest you two should bake together. He notices little mistakes you probably make during the process and kindly helps you correct them. With his help, baking is often easy and with the expected results. He doesn’t mind giving you more tips whenever he has some time off.

Yes, this goes without saying, but Thoma would let you use him to practice makeup. Seeing your face upfront and intimately close does makes his cheeks red, but he doesn’t shy away from it. Instead, you’ll see him smiling and wrapping his arms around your waist.

Honorable mention: Albedo. I like to think this could be one of those "opposites attract" situation and I think it'd be cute! Not saying Albedo can't be nice but you know, he's more reserved. Plus, I think Albedo would be intrigued by your friendly personality.

[0pawprint0]

This year, I finally made time to do Art Fight! So here is post one of idk how many yet with some of the attacks I’ve done! Also, feel free to follow me there! My Art Fight is 0Pawprint0. If you draw one of my characters, there’s a high chance of me taking revenge!

Art 1: They just make me happy 🥺 Character Credits: BrainsandBolts  Art 2: Clara receives flowers in the newly planted sunflower section of the garden from three special lads! Character Credits: Ximdraws / @ximdraws

Art 3: I saw jellyfish and I had to draw  Character Credits: SlisaArtzSA Art 4: I love the colors so I simply had to do it! Character Credits: AnimeGamerCreater

Art 5: I have been wanting to draw Namir since I was first shown him and this was the perfect excuse! The character next to him is my RSA student, Wendell! You can also spot a Yuu congregation in the back and my OC Ciel. I’m sure you can spot some other characters, too, but shhhh! It’s a secret! I’m tryna be sneaky by putting them in the background!! Character Credits: pomevinelle / @pomevinelle Art 6: I love gothic themed anything and then when I saw their human designs? I haaaadddd tooooo! They were really fun to draw, I love them~! Character Credits: Pink_Entity / @pinkentity

Art 7: The design is so cute and I haven’t drawn this character before so I’m glad I was able to! Character Credits: Windexpresso Art 8: I had way too much with this, and I hope you like it! Try and find all the references game! Character Credits: CK170

Art 9: I love Hazbin/Helluva OCs! So I drew her interacting with my own Hazbin OC (mine’s the sheep)! They’re having a "my ex killed me and I ended up in Hell" club stroll together UwU Character Credits: MysticEvermore Art 10: I’d been missing painting a lot and then I saw this lil’ guy! He looked like he’d be really fun to paint! So that’s what I did. Stuff in my sketchbook tends to be a little looser, so I hope you don’t mind it’s a little messy! Character Credits: TheZadookers

[linafication]

tagged by @atrialcapacity to answer some fun little quastions :3

Are you named after anyone? yes!!! I chose my main name (siegfried) after swan song by the mechanisms AND the big cat from the short film moongirl

What was the last time you cried? like an hour ago

Do you have kids? nope!!! & honestly I never intend to! I like kids just fine, just don’t trust myself with raising a whole guy

Do you use sarcasm a lot? on occasion! mostly I’m just doin some sort of bit

What sports do you play/have you played? soccer as a VERY wee lad. circus arts & parkour as a less wee lad. fencing as a teenager. god I miss fencing. I had to quit for medical reasons, but hopefully I shall return to it soon!!!

What’s the first thing you notice about someone? voice if they’re talking!! voices have incredible variety and I love it. also outfits/hairstyles, especially if they’re particularly notable

What’s your eye color? dark grayish I wanna say?

Scary movies or happy endings? stories are an all you can eat buffet and I’m consuming like shaggy and scooby

Any special talents? I’m extremely talented at forgetting every talent I have every time I’m asked if I have any talents

Where were you born? washington state USA. been here foreva

What are your hobbies? drawing. minecraft. getting silly with it. taking the bus to various locations and getting lost recreationally

Do you have pets? booky my beautiful brown tabby I’ve had since the age of 4. middy the black & white demon of silly town who loves to scamper and bite. and tometheus “tommy” “applehead” oatmeal zubin, the goofy and eternally pathetic looking dog we stole from my great uncle.

How tall are you? about five foot eight!!! but I slouch horribly

Favorite subject in school? ap language & composition was my favorite class throughout all of high school. my teacher was fantastic and I miss her every day. ap gov was also great

Dream job? just about anything where I get to tell stories & have a good audience!!!!! tbh if I could do the kind of shit jerma does id be a very happy man.

tagging @no1snoopyfan !!!

[oldfacesnewdawnoffical]

For the asks, OFND Rust :3 (I am not biased at all)

No bias here, none at all, nope ;)

Sexuality “Canon”: To the full extent? I’d say he’s grayromantic-poly-pansexual! He gets a lot of physical crushes, but feelings don’t usually get involved unless he wants to pursue it… which he hasn’t reached yet.

Gender/Pronouns “Canon”: He’s trans and uses he/him exclusively (no projection here).

Rate Out of Ten: 7/10. He’s the most in depth protagonist I’ve ever written, but I can still admit that he’s definitely not perfect. He’s meant to be written to be a little frustrating, and with clear biases. That being said, I uhh,, I’ve never written that sort of protag before lol so I guess you could say he’s a little rusty ;;;)

Favorite Thing: I love his new design!! I know it’s not at all how cat genetics behave, but hey, I’m allowed some fun here and there! ^^ My colorpoint uneven furred chimera lad

Least Favorite Thing: Uhhh,, I think he could definitely be more fleshed out. Hopefully that’ll be achieved soon enough!

Why I First Started Liking/Disliking Them: I made him :D enough said

Do I Relate/Project Onto/Kin Them?: Pppfttt, noooo not at all (yes very much,,)

Favorite Quote/Moment: Hmm… Without getting too spoiler-y, probably the moments leading up to his death.

Favorite Ship: FireSand, FireJackdaw, FireMink :D

Favorite Platonic Friendship: RustScourge,, they were good. I’m a sucker for found family

A Ship I Hate: Buhhhh,, SpottedFire

Do I Prefer Canon or Fanon?: … Uh. Uh. Yea

Random Headcanon: He hates taking naps. Loathes them. He thinks they’re unproductive and a mark of being lazy (only for himself, though…)

What Color Do I Picture Them As: Gimger :D

Cat Breed Headcanon: I like to think he’s got some significant Somali in him, and the tiniest bit of Maine Coon via his body type

Unpopular Opinion: He’s not a good person. He’s not a bad person by any means, but he’s driven by selfish desires (survival, self thriving, etc) without much care for others. Maybe that’ll change? We’ll just have to see…

Things I Associate With Them: Genuinely LOVE answering stuff like this… Ferns, melanistic foxes, barbed wire, the scent of heat, the feeling of being resigned.

Song I Associate With Them: Rät by Penelope Scott (I have so many-)

[sigs-gurney]

I learned about the insane world of slap-fighting - a REAL sport mind you - and gave some of my coworkers slap-fighter names

Here goes it:

Manager 1 - Stick Bug (tall and lanky, has somewhat stunted movements and a gate like a stick bug, anxious af and rather harmless but I think if he swung hard enough his stiff arms could do some real damage)

Manager 2 - White Knight (he is the most unproblematic white boy with a mostly unpassionate flat affect, also stood up for me against that one coworker)

General Manager - Hidden Switch Blade (I just think he’d carry one just bc it’s funny)

Assistant Manager - Karrot Kake (ginger and slightly pudgy, also appreciates stupid things like replacing hard c’s at the beginning of words with k’s)

Coworker 1 - Brokeback Bastard (big lad who jokes regularly about his degenerative disk disease, a hetero who can do the splits better than most drag queens hence the gay name)

Coworker 2 - Blindsider (basically blind without her glasses, but unexpectedly strong and powerful [met Coworker 1 at a party and punched him bc he drunkenly asked her to after she drunkenly hit him by mistake once already and then knocked him literally off his feet, they’re married now])

Coworker 3 - Shooting Star (name begins with “star” irl, has a very strong personality that overwhelms me on occasion but she’s very sweet)

Coworker 5 - Little Shit (older lady who doesn’t speak any English aside from swear words and names, “little shit” is her favorite thing to say in English [all the managers either speak or have learned some Spanish to communicate with her and taught her said swear words])

Me - Biggie Bendy Straw (one coworker compared himself to Tupac and myself as Biggie and it stuck bc I am teeny and absolutely not gangsta, hyper mobile and have shown most of my coworkers videos/pics of me fitting into tiny spaces [have arranged with coworkers to prank Stick Bug by crawling out of empty cabinets eventually])

Don’t have anymore names atm, but I have decided what type/color of cat everyone would be bc I’ve always LOVED cats and it has permanently affected how I view and understand people my whole life

Me - fluffy colorpoint munchkin (colorpoints are one of my favorite colors, fluffy cats r cool, and I can fit into small spaces)

Manager 1 - black and white cat (almost definitely undiagnosed ASD and takes everything very seriously and at face value)

Manager 2 - white shorthair (see unproblematic whitey statement, impeccably clean and wears the same style pants but in different colors every day)

GM - grey shorthair (very calm and goofy, nonchalant about most things, everyone respects)

AM - short ginger tabby (see ginger above, gets along with everyone)

Coworker 1 - dumb orange and white tabby with busted up tail (ADHD and accident prone and has many scars from it but iron fortitude)

Coworker 2 - solid tortoiseshell (assertive and takes no shit but also kind)

Coworker 3 - fabulous greying silver and white tabby longhair (very glam personality, ate it up in the 70s)

Coworker 4 - short greying black shorthair (arbitrary color choice bc black cats are just my favorite and she is very very sweet)

Some others I didn’t mention before

Manager 3 - black medium hair (has nice poofy haircut and has a cool moon-related style)

Manager 4 - mousey brown shorthair (has brown hair, quiet but efficient, I made a joke about her cooking a mouse in the oven when she burned bread one time [it smelled bad and def wasn’t a mouse but I have done that on accident at home bc we get mice in the winter])

Coworker 6 - rusty tabby (friendly and mischievous, pulls pranks on Stick Bug on the reg, has gotten hit by cars riding his bicycle numerous times but has never gotten more than a scratch, dumpster dives for no particular reason other than to entertain himself [also tells harmless over exaggerated stories so maybe the car thing has only happened a couple of times])

Coworker 7 - dilute calico and white (boisterous and jokey, usually pretends she understands what you’re talking about but will immediately admit she doesn’t if you ask)

Coworker 8 - generic brown tabby (usually slacks off when he can but still gets his bread, very very southern accent so he reminds me of a barn cat)

And that’s it. Enjoy ig lol

[chellyfishing]

the girlies are going through it so i’ve watched even more stuff lately

i forgot in the last post that phil and i are keeping up with my adventures with superman (we are going to watch the newest one[s] today!) and this show is just. exactly what i want in superman media. because it’s superman! it’s why i love superman!!!!!! it’s just colorful and fun and he’s so puppy!!! and it’s incredibly anime, like they’re really out here wearing their inspirations on their sleeves and i love them for it. if you like superman who is actually superman and not batman but wearing blue this is the show for you. (and!!! he’s got the underwear!!)

bella and i also have started only murders in the building season 3. not much to say yet cause only two episodes but we’re off to a good start! i shan’t spoil who is IN THIS SEASON OH MY GOODNESS but i will remind everyone who forgot like we did that paul rudd.

we unexpectedly marathoned our flag means death the other night cause i had still not yet watched it and uhh. i mean do i really need to go into this one? xae was also there while we watched and he ended up getting sucked in to the point he was literally yelling at the show by episode nine. (also: when lucius was like “i know i’m not cute but i’ve decided to carry myself as if i am”? that’s the energy i want to embody from now on.)

as for movies: i think i should have included in the last one but am not sure about the order of things because time is fake that i saw insidious for the first time. i actually wrote a little mini-essay in my head about gender roles in that movie but it wasn’t as egregious about it as, say, a quiet place. like insidious doesn’t make me low-key a bit mad like that one does lmao. it has some real good spookenings! too bad the sequels are apparently real bad cause i would like to have continued the story, but it’s not killing me or anything. like that cliffhanger didn’t make me tear my hair out or whatever. it’s patrick wilson he’ll be fine.

we watched an irish film called the hole in the ground which is about a hole in the ground (that has some evil fey creatures in it). it was good! it’s very beautiful and quiet and atmospheric and i am a slut for atmosphere. this is for if you want a straightforward but artistic horror film.

then we watched the night house, and i guess horror movies don’t feel the need to have warnings because it’s a horror movie and you know it’s going to be horrific but we both wish we’d been warned ahead of time how much this one deals with suicide. it was really good and i could probably write a lot on it but it was also quite heavy and hit really hard. the ending had us both nearly in tears. recommended but with that warning.

(we rewatched the menu afterward to bring the mood back up. good-ass movie.)

and last night!! we watched red white and royal blue! i read the book ages ago but bella and rose were both going in pretty much blind and i’m so pleased with how much they loved it. i think it was a good adaptation. they kept what made the book a good read (it’s just a little modern romantic fairy tale with two men) and i think they conveyed the vibes of the developing relationship well. the lads played the roles well and with a lot of heart and sincerity. let’s not try to force either of them to come out over it though please? also in that vein: i am afraid that the release of the film is going to revive The Discourse about the story, so this is a reminder that mcquiston wrote it around the 2016 election as a way to cope and escape to a better and more just world. they know what it is and what it says.

can’t remember what else i’ve watched besides quite a bit of black mirror. i’ve been kind of choosy with the episodes because i’m still fucking haunted by the first one!!! why did they do that!!!!! but i gotta say. sarah hawkinson on youtube was so right. nosedive might be the best episode of the whole thing. just flawless. I could watch that ending scene ten thousand times i love it so much. special shoutout to joan is awful which is another current fav. maybe if i get through the whole series i’ll do a full ranking.

oh. and still playing zelda. haven’t got another divine beast but have fought a looooot of lynels. now just going around trying so hard to get guardians to drop ancient cores. not a sign of a giant one yet and i need THREE MORE PLEASE COME ON.

[mtab2260]

Fuck everything, I’m doing all of them at once ‘cause I’m board as fuckkkkkk

1) Stealth Strike or Breaking Ranks. I can’t decide. Maybe Stealth Strike.

2) The Mysteries of Chopper Base. I don’t like spiders. I still don’t like spiders. But seeing Kanan and Ezra fucking launch Sabine completely over that cliff and yet some how she managed to not die will never not be hilariously scabby.

3) I fucking love it and I am so excited and absolutely terrified. I am holding onto that one bit Dave Filoni said in the last Rebel’s Recon with all my life. It was something like “yes, I definitely will continue the Ghost Crew’s story. But not for some time. I want to do it, but I want to take time and do it right.” It’s been five years and Dave is a bloody wizard with this crap, I trust him.

4) Zare Leonis.

5) I wouldn’t change any plot honestly.

6) Kanan and Hera no doubt. Then… Hondo and Mulch.

7) Kanan, I feel. I mean, I’m not saying the lad is totally pushed under the rug, hell no. But I just find him so interesting as a character and his backstory (Last Padawan Comic/ A New Dawn (not TBB shit) is just incredible. And I feel like a lot of people don’t truly understand what Kanan did in Jedi Knight and how big that is. He accomplished what no other Jedi had done before (cough cough Anakin cough). He had strong attachment to the crew and would do anything for them, but he was able to let it all go when it mattered.

8) I would have put an episode in season two devolving into a Kanan and Hera only mission. Just them working together like they used to back before all the kids came along. You see how well they work together and know each other. But of course there’s tons of tension and it only makes us more confused if they are actually together or not.

9) Kanan. Cowboy Jedi for the win.

10) Jedi Knight was the first piece of Star Wars that made me cry.

11) “That’s not regulation.” “I kinda like it,”

12) Season two’s hair color, but season three’s hair cut and armour. But then also Epilogue season four armour slaps and deserves a mention.

13) Chopper. It’s not even fair, mate.

14) In Shroud of Darkness in season two as Kanan and Ezra are coming back. I just remember them chillaxing in the lounge and Hera has her feet up in that wooden chair that is so out of place. I think Zeb and Sabine were there too. They just all look so cozy and chill and I imagine they have similar comfortable silences like that a lot.

15) I’m gonna go with Kanan and holo-Hera’s talk on Mandalore where Chopper says “get a room already”.

16) Former Admiral/ Former Commander/ Commander Bron Titus.

17) I love the fact that they totally introduced a canon way to time travel in Star Wars and yet it was so subtle half the fandom didn’t even realize it.

18) I think Ezra and Thrawn are stuck together in an alliance, learning from each other, scrapping by, and planet hopping and trying to find their way back but they’re so fucking lost.

19) This is so bloody random, but little Celeb and the other Initiates were getting a lecture (from space Jesus himself) about the Jedi Temple’s message system and dude spoke his intrusive thoughts and ended up saving himself (and like a bunch of other Jedi or something) when everything went to shit. I love his inquisitive nature because I am the exact bloody same.

20) Either when she out flew Darth Vader (because she is the best pilot in the galaxy, suck my dick Anakin, Han, and Rey). Or when her and her father get into a heated argument on the Ghost in season two and she code switches back into her accent. It’s such a cool little detail that really adds so much to her character.

21) In Stealth Strike when Chopper goes full rouge, turns off the gravity and then back on with no care where Ezra is. Then also he purposely runs over Ezra’s hand in legit attempted murder. And the episode of course is topped off with some glorious war crimes by yours truly.

22) Commander Meiloorun needs a mention. But truthfully when Zeb saved and kept Kallus alive on the ice moon. On the surface (hah), it seems like the normal hero thing to do, but remember in the first episode where Zeb was willing — feeling absolutely terrible about it, but willing — to leave Ezra behind. So… Character Development!

23) When Sabine was training with the darksaber and finally let loose. That final fight when she poured her heart out and knocked Kanan to the ground. Even if Kanan let that happen to not interrupt her flow, visually, it was braw and badass as hell. Plus the voice acting in that scene, my god it’s amazing.

24) His final scene in Rebels. Ezra made connections and friends everywhere and finally all his hard work paid off. He was able to bring together such a random group of people together for a cause that they wouldn’t have been a part of without their loyalty him. He avenged his parents, Kanan, and the people of Lothal. Ezra kickstarted the rebellion, telling them, yes it was possible to fight back on a larger scale. And he did it with giant Space Whales and Force Wolves which I love because it shows exactly what type of Jedi Ezra is.

25) Totally the gun-saber. That thing is pure dead brilliant. I have the plastic toy version and I adored that thing so much in an epic laser-sword battle, I smacked it against a tree and broke it.

26) Lyste for sure. Imagine how much fun it would be to mess with him? Pure gold.

27) I with there was more depth into Sabine’s character in the beginning. We know she joined up with the crew not too long before Ezra did. I’d say less than a year definitely, six months or so probably. But in that time she has come to openly say the Ghost Crew was a family to a street rat she just met, but then she also still doesn’t fully trust Hera as we see in Out Of Darkness. I would love more of a glimpse into her adjustment and background from between after The Dutchess and before the Ghost Crew.

28) Hondo. Why is this a question?

29) The music and sound effects whenever Ezra or Kanan use the Force. I don’t know what it is, but I love the Force theme. It adds so much and produces such a magical feeling when it’s used.

30) The Call. It’s such a great episode. The most important episode in the entire series is disguised as a throw-away filler episode. Brilliant.

Star Wars Rebels Ask Game

I've never made one of these before, but I haven't seen a Rebels one floating about in a while, so hey.

What is your absolute favorite episode of the show?

Which episode did you not like at first, but grew on you after one or more rewatches?

How do you feel about the Ahsoka show being live-action Rebels season 5?

Who is your favorite one-off character on the show?

If you could change one (non-death-related) plot point in the show, what would you change?

What are your two favorite ships from the show (canon or not)?

Who is one character you feel isn't appreciate enough by the fandom?

If you could've added an episode/story arc to the show, what would it be about?

Obligatory "who's your favorite member of the crew" question.

Aside from season 4 episode 10, which episode made you cry the most?

What is one joke/moment from the show that always makes you laugh?

Which design for Sabine's hair and armor is your favorite?

Chopper vs Palpatine- who's making it out alive?

What is your favorite moment of the crew being a family?

What is your favorite Kanera moment?

Who is your favorite villain/antagonist?

What is your opinion on the World Between Worlds?

Where do you think Ezra has been all this time?

What is one of your favorite Kanan moments?

What is one of your favorite Hera moments?

What is one of your favorite Chopper moments?

What is one of your favorite Zeb moments?

What is one of your favorite Sabine moments?

What is one of your favorite Ezra moments?

Which of Ezra's two lightsabers would you rather have?

Would you rather be stuck in an elevator with AP-5 or Lieutenant Lyste?

Which plot point do you wish the show had expanded on?

Favorite recurring character?

Favorite piece of music from the show?

Most under-rated episode?

[1kook]

crunchyroll & rail

the 10th installment of my netflix & chill series !

SUMMARY Never mind the fact you really like Sailor Moon, or that you really want to pay attention to every little detail; the moment becomes Jungkook and his big smile and his red cheeks and the tiny box he produces from within his pocket. WARNINGS smut in the forms of making out, jk nipple play, some 69 action, cunnilingus, blowjobs, brief choking, jk trying his best to listen to oc but he doesn’t rlly :/, fingering, missionary bc his eyes are pretty, unprotected fuckin raw, its romantic but when is it not… MISC fluffy and domestic <3, weekend getaway <3, the Big Question, shy jk, sailor moon supremacy, jk makes this big elaborate speech about the sun and moon, mentions of 240p YouTube quality, RATING m (18+) WC 8.7k

NOTE (!) the smut in this chapter is relatively short ! I was more concerned with writing this monumental step in their relationship, so sorry to all the lads who come here specifically for the p0rn but today we focus on the l0ve <333 anyway nc 10!!!!! Can u fuckin believe….

Jungkook mentions it at the dinner table one night. You’re not eating— well, you are not eating; Jungkook has been stocking up on his protein intake like a madman —but finishing up some work you had brought home. Your back aches, your eyes burn. The mere sound of his soft voice has all those feel-good endorphins shooting through your nervous system like a shot of adrenaline. “We should take a trip,” he says, fork clattering against his plate to signify the end of his feast. 

Your fingers tap across your keyboard, eyes flickering between an Excel sheet and the report you’re typing out. It takes you a moment to respond, a delayed, “huh,” that even Jungkook doesn’t find convincing.  

In the background, you’re listening to what has to be one of the worst voiceovers of the original Sailor Moon series in a language you don’t even understand. But you know the series like the back of your hand, know what exactly is happening even if you don’t understand what they’re saying, because you’ve watched it only about a million times. It’s mostly just there for background purposes anyway, some white noise to try and replicate the noisy soundtrack of your office. 

To make matters worse—complicated?—, you had been too lazy to get onto your usual pirating sites and had settled for the five minute, five part, 240p clips of Sailor Moon on YouTube (you know the ones), and Jungkook has to wait until Episode 74: Part ⅖ ends before you grace him with a proper response. “Where do you wanna go, baby?” you ask, giving your eyes a break from the data as you move to scour YouTube for Episode 74: Part 3/5. 

He’s stretching back now, arms wound up above his head. His hair— god, his hair —is an ashy color now, a faded version of its golden ancestor from a few months ago. Soon, he’s planning on going back to brown, claims he’s getting too old to be dying his hair, whatever that means. For now, you watch his inked fingers run through his scalp; he looks delectable. Maybe you’re hungrier than you initially thought. Or at least thirstier. “A cabin,” he suggests, and he offers this little half shrug that would otherwise seem normal had you not been well-versed in the art of Jungkook Body Language. His front teeth nibble at his lip, eyes laser focused on his empty plate. Even now, he still gets nervous asking you out. That thought alone makes your ego soar as high as an airplane. “Just something small.”

Usually, “something small” with Jungkook ends up being something big and, in most cases, something expensive. Which you’re totally not opposed to— you’re at the point in your relationship where you don’t even bother trying to dissuade Jungkook from showering you with gifts. It’s one of his many, many, many, many forms of loving you and, well, he knows you like the back of his hand. He rarely misses. 

Lo and behold, it is a grander affair than a simple cabin. “Well, it’s more like a resort,” he confesses, reaching across the table for your hand. Immediately, his thumb finds itself rubbing over the simple band of your promise ring. “Just wanna do something nice for you. I know you’ve been tired lately,” he adds on, voice a quiet murmur that nearly gets lost under the intensity of the pout that appears whenever he becomes even the slightest bit bashful. 

You smile, the fondness in your heart skyrocketing to impossible heights when he lifts your hand to press those pretty petal lips against your knuckles. “Well, just let me know when,” you tell Jungkook. “So I can request time off from work.” 

Episode 74: Part 3/5 starts playing after an ad, and you’d pause it for the sake of preserving this moment with Jungkook, but it’s hidden under so many tabs on your laptop that you lose it the second you leave the tab. Jungkook’s head tilts to the side, sending his ashy locks cascading beautifully. “You know that show is on Crunchyroll,” Jungkook says, seemingly moving past his bout of shyness now. “And you have the password.” 

“Do I,” you murmur, but he’s lost you once more, your true talent of typing with one hand showing itself as you return to your Excel sheet, the other still firmly squeezed in his grasp. Jungkook releases soon enough anyway, cleans up the table quickly, and disappears off into the kitchen. He sings when he washes the dishes, likes to pretend he’s a terrible singer even though you’ve told him countless times he could easily take X Factor by storm. (And you know exactly what it takes to wow those judges— you spent the entire last month psychotically watching multiple X Factor seasons from multiple different countries, nearly considered joining the damn audition yourself.) The horribly dubbed Sailor Moon is yelling now, shrieking really, and Jungkook calls from the kitchen, “don’t forget to take your contacts out, sweetheart.” 

It’s domestic and it's nerve-wracking. 

You want Jungkook, that much is a fact. Aristotle and Socrates and that other guy could debate the philosophical intricacies of the world, turn this dimension in on itself until it was a scrambled mess of emotion and thought, but the one thing they could never change, could never even question, is your love for your boyfriend. You want Jungkook badly, but more importantly, you want Jungkook forever. 

And you’re sure Jungkook probably, maybe, hopefully feels that way too. But the way you feel is… slightly concerning to say the least. For starters, you’re convinced your love for Jungkook was meant to be, and that’s saying a lot coming from you. You’re not one for cheesy, soulmate tales— that was more Jungkook’s thing —but the more you think about it, the more you become convinced that you and Jungkook were destined to meet. Like the planets aligned one year, the stars conferred, a tectonic plate somewhere in California shifted; whatever it may have been, something happened somewhere that led to the birth of this beautiful romance of yours. 

Lately, being with Jungkook has this inexplicably fiery feeling blossoming in your chest, these waves of emotion that sometimes have you fantasizing about the weirdest of scenarios with him. Like yelling at him for not taking the garbage out on time, or bumping into each other as you make dinner in the kitchen, or buying a new rug together. 

(Most drastically, the other day, you had a dream where you were pregnant and Jungkook was there and there was a house and a dog and an annoyingly friendly neighbor and this god-awful tile in the bathroom.) 

Long story short, you’ve been fantasizing about a forever with Jungkook. The concerning part is the timing; was this too early? You’re nearly halfway through your second year with Jungkook now, and you know most people date for many, many years before the mere thought of union even occurs to them. In another life, maybe you were the same, would have held off until the very last moment. But with Jungkook things just feel right (at least for you), like there wasn’t going to be anyone else after him. And you sincerely hoped there wouldn’t be. 

You slump back into your seat, eyes fluttering shut. Too many thoughts swirl around your mind, and the screech of the Sailor Moon voiceover on screen certainly doesn’t help. How you managed to spiral that far down your thoughts in the span of one 240p, five minute clip of a larger episode amazes even you. To add onto your worries, the clip abruptly ends and Episode 74: Part ⅘ is nowhere in sight, a fact that draws a frustrated moan out of the already sensitive you. 

Luckily, Jungkook eventually returns, standing closely behind you. His presence is enormous, the room suddenly overflowing with a shit ton of those feel-good endorphins all over again, except this time they reach an all-time high when he leans over and quietly shuts your laptop. “Come sleep,” he says softly, and it’s a pleasant mixture of his genuinely caring voice and that horndog purr of his that lures you into bed. And it’s that same voice that croons softly into your ear, fingers nestled between your folds until you’re orgasming yourself into a deep slumber. 

Much to no one’s surprise, the cabin turns out to be quite the luxurious lodging; two floors of dark oak everywhere you turn, a stunning stone fireplace in the bedroom, and a truly breathtaking view of the resort’s snowy hill (read: front row seats to watch all the snowboarders and skiers wipe out in the snow). Jungkook had splurged quite the pretty penny on it, so you make a point to clap it up for him when he first opens the door to your temporary home for the weekend. 

The main bedroom is beyond words. It’s got an attached balcony (that you doubt you’ll be using in this chilly weather), and a wooden canopy bed that makes you feel like a royal (that you will certainly be using). It’s separated into two areas, the bed space and a tiny entertainment area on the other side of the room. Perhaps the best thing about the room— and the cabin itself —is the huge, smart TV mounted above said stone fireplace and the fact it allows the phone mirroring option in lieu of not having any streaming sites. And as is with every and anything to do with televisions, Jungkook is the most excited of the two of you. “Baby, look,” he beams, pointing excitedly at whatever he’s got mirrored onto the television this time. Knowing him, it’s probably another documentary. 

You had the forethought to finish your work before the trip, spent two days in the office going absolutely ham on this month’s final reports until your department head promptly sent you home to finish the rest there. You had given yourself a fright upon entering the bathroom that night, the state of your under eyes so severe, you feared it was sufficient cause for a national emergency. Similarly, Jungkook had done the same with his work, cooped himself up in his study until he was free from the shackles of capitalism for the weekend. All this to say you’ve missed him these past few days. 

But even though you’re sorely malnourished in the affection department and craving a good kiss or two, you wouldn’t dare interrupt one of Jungkook’s little nerdy, tech-induced fanboy moments. They’re cute, in their own geeky way, providing some insight to a mellower side of your boyfriend who looks on with childlike wonder; Jungkook’s eyes always get so big when he talks about nerdy stuff. You get to work hanging up the silk shirt he packed for tomorrow night’s fancy dinner at the resort, listening to some British narrator’s detailed description of the functionally extinct Northern white rhinos living under 24-hour surveillance in Kenya.  

(Jungkook’s really into nature documentaries again, had spent a few nights sniffling as he watched that one Koko the gorilla film.) 

The original plan was to head to the nearest store and whip up something small to eat at the cabin. But Jungkook is a little tired from the long drive, slumps down into the couch in front of the now lit fireplace like a limbless blob as he tunes into his documentary. His nose is a little red from the outside chill. It’s so cute. He’s so cute. You love him so much, you fear you’ll accidentally squeeze his cheeks to death. It’s a thought that occurs more times than you’d like. 

According to the pamphlet on the nightstand, the resort has its own room-service to order from. Normally you would do that, but not this time; you had gotten into a bit of a squabble with the man at the front desk after he had tried to withhold Jungkook’s reservation for arriving two minutes past your check-in time, called each other all sorts of names before he backed down and gave you your room key. So you’re still a little salty, to say the least. Instead, you settle in for some pizza in front of the huge TV, calling up the nearest place to order some of Jungkook’s and your favorites. 

You plop down beside him, instinctively cuddling closer when he wraps an arm around your shoulders. “So,” you start, flipping through the rest of the resort’s introductory pamphlet. There’s a loud roar on screen. In all honesty, you didn’t even know what Northern white rhinos sounded like until then, and you probably never would have if not for the man beside you. “What are you in the mood for tonight, sweet boy?” 

You’re not sure if it’s the fatigue or the overall relaxed vibes he’d been exuding since the moment you entered the cabin, but Jungkook is weirdly cooperative today. “Whatever you want,” he responds, head on your shoulder. He even places the remote in your hands, gives your enclosed fist a gentle tap as if he’s just handed you the secret to eternal youth. In other words, it’s a rare sight to behold. “This is your trip, pretty girl.” 

You appreciate the sentiment, but feel the need to clear the air, tucking your feet up onto the couch as you snuggle closer. “Our trip,” you clarify, and snatch the remote anyway before he changes his mind. 

Jungkook releases a quiet huff of laughter, head rolling back against the couch cushions to display his thick, juicy neck that definitely doesn’t awaken any vampiric tendencies in you. “We can even watch some anime if you want,” he murmurs, casually throwing an arm around your shoulders in a way that would have made any teenage girl in the early 2000s squeal with excitement. It’s one of those barely there touches, but the way he holds you makes you feel so safe and warm and loved. So loved and in love. “The ones on Crunchyroll, though.”

For the sake of preserving these good vibes (and your ears [and Jungkook’s sanity]), you navigate to the Crunchyroll app on your phone, quickly finding your latest obsession and mirroring it onto the big television before Jungkook can react. “Sailor Moon?” he asks with a tone that implies a feigned interest, mostly out of respect for you; he’s, sadly, still not the big dorky anime fan you had hoped to convert him into. 

“In the name of the moon, I’ll punish you,” you recite dutifully, snatching up the throw blanket on the end of the couch. It’s barely big enough to cover the both of you, has Jungkook’s outstretched legs and your booty subject to the chilly air. Who cares, Jungkook is a furnace anyway. 

He snorts. “Punish me,” he mumbles, as if he doesn’t believe it. His snarky comment wins him a playful pinch against his doughy cheek, not that he particularly defends himself against it anyway, eyes fluttering shut as you tug at the pale skin. 

“Don’t fuck with the moon, Jungkook,” you warn him, snuggling closely against his side as your favorite opening song begins filtering through the speakers of the television before you. It’s infinitely better than the 240p YouTube clips you had subjected yourself to the entire last week, the graphics scarily clear. 

“Right, of course,” Jungkook says, but a hint of amusement seems to curl around the sound anyway. Nevertheless, he lets it go, cuddles into your side as you pour your full focus into watching yet another group of ragtag teenagers with supernatural abilities kick some ass. 

You can tell Jungkook isn’t really into it, and you’re torn between just snuggling him into a well deserved nap or taping his eyelids open so he can become a fan of this show with you. 

The loving, caring, adoring side of you says Jungkook deserves the entire world and more (the more in question preferably being a fluffy blanket and a nap). He worked hard this week, just like you, and on top of that he was the one who planned this entire weekend getaway for the two of you to enjoy. You want him to rest up.

The obnoxiously in love girlfriend-slash-best friend in you says Jungkook is sorely missing out on one of the greatest shows on planet Earth and that naps are for the weak. 

Your jumbled thoughts are interrupted by a loud sound on the television, a yelp from Ms. Sailor Moon herself that has you jolting up in surprise. Jungkook welcomes you deeper into his embrace, chuckles at your little fright. “Scared?” he teases in that low voice that makes you feel like you’re going crazy, really. So crazy and irrational, and the only thing that stops you from bombarding him with an unexpected outpouring of love is that hard and sharp thing that pokes your side when you get too close to him. It’s not Jungkook, sadly, but something in the front pocket of his hoodie instead. 

And for some reason, part of your brain is stuck all of a sudden, rewinding the last two and a half years like a broken cassette tape that had the tape reel hastily stuffed back inside by a toddler. It’s choppy to say the least, and it certainly doesn’t help when Jungkook calls your name softly, tenderly. “__,” he murmurs. It’s a little weird; it’s not often he says your name, mostly referring to you with one of the many pet names from that part of his vocabulary that focuses exclusively on terms of endearment. Your heart skips a beat. 

Now, if anyone were to ask, it’s approximately around this time that you begin to spiral. The pink curve of his bottom lip is just too close, the mole on his nose too prominent. Paired with the obnoxious tittering of Usagi on screen, you can feel your thoughts begin to overlap, bumping into each other within the realm of your brain until all that comes out are the messiest of messy thoughts. 

They go like this: 

Most episodes of any anime run for approximately thirty minutes. Take out the commercial breaks, the opening and ending credits, and it becomes something closer to twenty. Twenty minutes per episode, filled with plot and gags and tears and whatever else necessary to make you feel something, anything really. 

“What’s in your pocket?” you ask tentatively. 

In contrast, it takes approximately two seconds for Jungkook’s lips to quirk up— first the right side, always the right side —and his eyes to crinkle. Two seconds for him to smile, a sweet expression that reminds you of Netflix and college and quiet laughter and tattoos and silly YouTube videos and cookies and cell phones and job applications and blond hair; two seconds to make you feel everything all at once. 

“There’s nothing,” he says, but his cheeks are pink, and it’s not from the cold anymore. His smile is so big it makes your own cheeks ache just looking at it. You can’t even hear the television anymore. Never mind the fact you really like Sailor Moon, or that you really want to pay attention to every little detail; the moment becomes Jungkook and his big smile and his red cheeks and the tiny box he produces from within his pocket. “It was supposed to be for tomorrow,” he admits, unwrapping his arm from around you. 

It’s a little funny, somehow, because his hands are covered in ink, in tiny doodles and intricate pieces of swirls and words that ooze this aura of strength and toughness. But they tremble when he opens it, as unsteady as a wispy dandelion on a windy day, fumbling with the box. And when you look closely, he’s been biting at the skin along his thumb again, that nervous habit you’ve been trying forever to help him overcome. 

Someone is saying something on screen, something important to the plot. The volume is loud, but not as loud as your heart. Not as loud as Jungkook’s quiet murmur when he speaks again. “Will you marry me?” he asks softly, looks at you with flushed cheeks and big eyes and his heart on his sleeve. 

The answer has always been the same, hasn’t changed since the first time he planted the seed in your mind. Still, it catches in your throat, nearly loses out to a surprised and emotional sob that you barely manage to bite down. You had just been speaking, had just been ready to deliver a whole spiel on the importance of him watching Sailor Moon with you. But when you try now, it’s raspy and dry, as if you haven’t used your voice in years. “I— yes,” you exhale, surprised by the lonely tear that trails down your cheek. You go to wipe it away, but Jungkook beats you with a gentle hand cupping your cheek. 

His smile is wobbly, patches of red blossoming across his face that eventually consume his entire appearance as he leans his forehead against yours. Only then do you realize he’s crying, and you laugh out of reflex. “You’re crying,” you say, and Jungkook snorts. 

“You cried first,” he sniffles, smiling. “You made me cry.” 

He looks like a wreck, but, like, a hot wreck. An engaged, hot wreck who’s eyes flicker back to the TV to remind you to pause your anime, always so considerate. You do, hastily smashing buttons on the remote before remembering it’s controlled by your phone, hands flying back and forth as your nerves actively work to retire themselves after Jungkook’s proposal. “Easy there,” he soothes, eventually catching your hand in his, drawing it up for a kiss against your knuckles. 

The ring fits perfectly, snuggly. Vaguely, a memory drifts through your thoughts of Jungkook and Doyeon on a rampant mission to reorganize your jewelry box a few months ago, but it disappears as quickly as it came. You’re taken by the ring, a simple band with a pretty diamond on top. It’s a good mixture of you and him; flashy yet mild. 

“You love me,” you marvel, a revelation you’ve had the honor of experiencing time and time again with Jungkook. Still, it never fails to render you speechless. He hums. 

“I do,” he says, taking your hand in his. “It’s the easiest thing for me. Like breathing, or existing. I think I was made to love you.” And normally, you’d be the first one to correct him. Jungkook was made for so much more, a fact he’s proven time and time again with his abilities and the sheer size of his heart. He was your golden boy, could do anything he set his mind to. Always amazing you, always making you fall in love all over again. 

But now, with the weight of his words sitting heavy in the air, you find yourself incapable of negating the fact, instead sniffling at the meaning. 

Pleased with your silence, Jungkook places another chaste kiss against your ring. “I love you, __,” he confesses, voice nearly a whisper. Your entire body feels as if it is doused in gasoline, lit aflame over and over again. Your heart threatens your rib cage, pounds away with the strength of a world renowned boxer. Jungkook’s hands curl around your wrists carefully. “I used to think we were like the moon and the sun,” he admits, “that you were my sun and I was your moon. In love but always separated by those thin veils of the sunrise and the sunset.” He pauses, nuzzling sweetly against your palm once more before gently guiding them down between the two of you. “But that really sucks— saying goodbye to you every night? I hate that, __. I hate watching you leave, I hate watching you run off in the mornings or halfway through the day, having to drive back and forth from your place to mine. I hate having to be away from you when all I wanna do is hold you. I— I want to be by your side,” he rambles, eyes nervously meeting yours. They’re still glassy, dark lashes framing his chocolate irises wonderfully. “Forever.” 

Your heartbeat stutters, the simple word looping itself in your mind like that night in his dining room all over again, all the fantasies of having a forever with Jungkook bubbling to the surface. Jungkook pushes on. “You are my sun,” he says softly, mostly to himself. “But… I don’t wanna be the moon anymore. Being the moon means, eventually, I’ll have to say goodbye. In the night or in the morning, it always comes to an end. And I don't want there to be an end with you,” he insists, clutching your hand tightly. “I wanna be another star, the closest one to you. The one who gets to be with you forever. I wanna be by you and shine with you and—“

“Explode into a gazillion little fragments of cosmic dust with me,” you offer, and Jungkook nods along eagerly, too amped up on his speech to bother scolding you for your playful comment. 

“Yes, I want to— to—“ The words catch in his throat. So much emotion from the man you once thought was the dictionary definition of calm and collected. “To—“ 

“Marry me,” you fill in, and Jungkook practically blows a fuse from how emotionally fired up he’s become, exclaiming a resolute, “yes!” that leaves you stupidly grinning back at him. 

His outburst leaves him with flushed cheeks. “I do,” he reiterates in a softer tone, averting his gaze from you as if embarrassed by his cheesy outpouring of emotion. Usually, it’s the other way around; you make all the corny declarations of love and Jungkook laughs along suavely. It feels nice to have the tables turned. 

There’s so much to say, but the words all fade away when Jungkook shyly looks at you again. You settle on tackling him back onto the couch cushions, taking his surprised little yelp in stride as you suffocate him in your embrace. “Save those words for the big day, superstar,” you giggle, peppering his red face with tiny kisses that make him scrunch up cutely. “I can’t wait to blow up into one huge supernova with you.” 

Beneath you, Jungkook groans. “I’m sorry,” he huffs, voice muffled against your shoulder. Begrudgingly, his arms come up to envelope you, pulling you closer until the blanket scrunches up uncomfortably between you two. “That must’ve sounded so lame.” 

Leaning back so you’re not completely squishing him, you carefully push his silvery hair away from his forehead. “Don’t be,” you assure him, placing one chaste peck against his pouty lips. “I thought it was cute. I didn’t know you were into astrology.” 

A sigh. “Astronomy,” he corrects, “astrology has to do with zodiac signs and placements.” 

You run your thumbs over his cheeks, collecting any of the drying tears that paint his face. “Oh, like how you’re a Virgo and I’m a“— 

The TV remote you had lost somewhere along the way is suddenly rematerialized beneath your knee, sends the speakers blaring to life with a deafening screech that has both you and Jungkook leaping up like two frightened cats. “You always do this,” he laughs, that loud boyish sound that makes you feel like you’re sitting on a cloud. He watches you with a gentle smile as you hurriedly shut off the television, the remote haphazardly tossed somewhere behind you afterwards. You return to his embrace, wrap your arms around his waist and snuggle into his warmth. His heart thumps a steady rhythm beneath your ear. 

“You’re gonna be stuck with me forever,” you warn him, clutching at the fabric of his shirt like he’ll suddenly disintegrate before your eyes.

Above you, Jungkook hums, placing a kiss against the crown of your head. “I look forward to it,” he responds, pulling you impossibly closer, until you can feel the wrinkles in his shirt imprinting themselves against your cheek. He’s back to being that suave bastard again, and you find yourself wishing you had milked those big crocodile tears out of him for just a little bit longer. 

Fingers gently press against the muscles in your nape, push themselves in deeply until you can feel all the tension seeping out, turning you into a limbless blob over Jungkook. “Jeez,” you sigh, eyes fluttering shut. “And you wanted to wait until tomorrow.”

He huffs out a laugh. “I just thought you’d rather get engaged at a fancy restaurant with a pretty dress,” he defends, and you can hear the grin on his face. “For the photos.”

“Fair point,��� you concede, eventually pushing yourself up so you’re not entirely squishing your boyfriend beneath you. Jungkook is already looking at you when you lift your head, has got this funny double-chin from this angle that makes his normally sharp jawline disappear. You find yourself tapping a finger against his chin, on the chocolate chip mole that hides itself beneath his plump bottom lip. “If anything, just propose to me again tomorrow at the restaurant.”

It wins you an eye-roll. “I’m not gonna propose to you again tomorrow,” he laughs, doesn’t even push you away when you become annoying and start tapping your fingers against all his beauty marks like you’re playing Whack-a-Mole. 

“Booo,” you frown, but let it go soon enough, foregoing your little game to press your lips against his. “Then I better make this a night to remember,” you murmur, tilting your head to the side.

Your hands dip into his luscious locks, fingernails tracing thin lines along his scalp that are certain to send tingles down his spine. As predicted, Jungkook releases a quiet groan soon after, a sound that’s muffled against your own lips. He’s pliant tonight, but not in a way that would elude fatigue. Pliant in a way that suggests he wants you to take the reins tonight, exhaling softly against you as he parts his lips. 

“Let me take care of you,” you hum, the hand that had been mindlessly hovering along his cheek drifting down to caress the side of his neck. Jungkook nods, his irises swimming in lust. You smile at his silent compliance, give his throat a light squeeze that makes his breathing hitch in surprise. 

He’s always at his prettiest when he’s beneath you like this, limbs moving in slow motion as you guide him along. You can already feel the beginnings of his arousal stirring beneath the front of his sweats, his cock slowly making its presence known against your thigh. You press your lips against his once more, making sure to make it rougher than the first kiss. Your tongue is met with little resistance, slips past his lips and dips into the hot cave of his mouth where Jungkook releases another trembling breath. 

Two hands come up behind you, trail themselves over your back and down to your ass, where he gives the two globes a tight squeeze. It draws a whimper out of you, one that Jungkook greedily swallows up. His tongue rubs up along yours, the wet muscle daringly pushing back against yours. His rebelliousness is only quelled with another press of your fingertips around his throat.

“Slow down,” you tell him. The first roll of your hips against him is slow, cruel in that you cut the motion short just as Jungkook begins to push back. A bratty huff escapes him, swollen pink lips pushing out into that endearing pout you love so much. It makes you grin, releasing the grip around his throat to carefully brush a stray strand of hair away from his eyes. 

It’s a gesture that works to soften Jungkook as well, the petulant look on his face melting away as you trail your pointer finger along his cheekbone. It’s replaced with a more tender one, dark lashes blinking up at you slowly. “Open,” you command upon reaching his mouth, finger pressing down against his pink lower lip. Jungkook obeys, opening his mouth until you can see his pink tongue and the dark abyss that leads down his throat. Your finger pushes itself in, and Jungkook certainly doesn’t try to resist. His lips suction around the digit fairly quickly, tight enough to keep you there but loose enough for you to slowly draw your finger in and out, each short plunge pressing down against his tongue. 

It’s a rather short affair, one that comes to an end when he accidentally bucks up against you, pressing his hardened member against your core. You retract your finger.  “Can you,” he tries, but his cheeks are stained red and he refuses to meet your gaze. “Just…” 

You intercept him with a chaste peck, maneuvering your legs until your knees are firmly pressed into the couch cushions beneath him, his thin waist trapped in between. When you sit up, you feel drunk on power and the way Jungkook looks up at you certainly doesn’t help. “Can I sit on your face?” 

He chokes. “I— sure, please,” he blurts out. His gaze follows you as you slip off of him, quickly discarding your pants and top on the floor. One pat against his thigh has him hurrying to shimmy out of his clothes, his sweatpants caught around his ankles. 

“You’re excited,” you laugh, stripping him of his bottoms when the frustration takes him over. 

Jungkook scoffs. “Well, yeah,” he mumbles, tugging his shirt off with one smooth motion. The ink around his bicep is as dark as ever, contrasts wonderfully against his warm face. “My fiancée is gonna sit on my face.”

The title makes you preen, quickly finding your place on his lap once more. With your clothing out of the way, Jungkook really does become a furnace. Every inch of his body is hot to the touch, soft too. “Fiancée,” you giggle, hands on his chest. They slide down, fingers playfully nudging his brown nipples. Jungkook flinches at the touch. “Gonna sit on my fiancé’s face,” you parrot back, delicately pinching one nipple between your fingers. A moan spills from his lips, his cock pushing against your thigh once more.

It’s the reminder you need, pushing back dutifully against him as you continue to toy with his chest. He’d look pretty with piercings, you find yourself thinking, watching on in fascination at the way his pert nipples stand at attention. Beneath you, Jungkook begins to grow desperate, his hands finding their place on your waist to encourage you to grind down against him once more. 

Jungkook swears up and down that he’s not particularly sensitive about having his nipples touched. But when you’ve got him like this, sinfully laid out before you, you can easily confirm that his claims are nothing but lies. He loves having his nipples touched, squirms beneath you impatiently with each playful tug and twist you bestow upon them. 

You duck down, pressing a kiss against his pectoral, just beside his nipple, and Jungkook’s entire body shivers. A few careful drags of your tongue against his warm skin only serve to string him along further, the prettiest whimper pulling itself from his lips when you finally envelope one of them in your mouth. “Wait,” he gasps, clawing at your clothing as if he both wants to push you off and push you closer. You grin, brandishing one mean nip at the sensitive nub. 

Eventually, your incessant need to play with Jungkook’s chest is fulfilled. “Lay back,” you instruct, watching as he shuffles down flat on the cushions, silver hair tumbling away from his eyes. He’s so red, eyes hazy. Your panties are discarded, joining the ever growing pile of clothes on the floor. 

Once upon a time, the idea of sitting on Jungkook’s face had terrified you, filled you with nightmares of crushing his windpipe or breaking his nose. For the most part, they’re pretty unrealistic fears, ones that can be easily shut down after one careful Google search on safe sexual practices. These days, it’s all too easy; in the mornings, especially, it’s become natural for him to guide you on top carefully, holding your hand as you whimper and sob over his face. 

In the current moment, you find yourself stroking a hand down the side of his face, completely enamored with the huge puppy eyes he levels your way. Jungkook likes having your pussy in his face just as much as you do, loves making you feel good in any way he knows how. But there’s a separate matter at hand, one that stands at attention beneath his black boxers and successfully wins your attention. 

Truthfully, there is no dilemma to ponder over; you want both to ride Jungkook’s face and suck him off. The solution?

“We’ve never done this before,” Jungkook mumbles in amazement, his voice slightly muffled from his position beneath you and slightly behind you. Still, his arms dutifully wrap around your thighs, guiding you closer to his mouth where his hot breath fans against your glistening folds. You rock back willingly, hands preoccupied with pushing his boxers down and away from his engorged cock. 

“Really?” you ask, suddenly feeling overwhelmed with the cock before you and the tongue that gently laps at your folds. Jungkook makes a sound, something between a hum and whimper, his mouth slowly getting to work against your folds. “M- Maybe,” you stutter, all thought processes coming to a halt as you carefully take him in your hand. 

His cock is hard and long, his tip an angry shade that weeps with precum. From this angle, you get to watch Jungkook’s huge thighs twitch at the sensation, the tattoo that marks up one of them doing little to hide the fact. Your hand squeezes him, watches in awe as another fat droplet oozes out of his tip. A moan tears itself from his throat, and it’s so goddamn sexy it nearly drives you insane. 

It’s one particularly long lap of his tongue over your clit that sends you into action, back arching at the tingles that shoot down your spine. Wasting no more time, you guide Jungkook’s cock into your mouth, let your own tongue shower his mushroom tip in kitten licks that have him bucking upwards. He releases your clit with a lewd pop, hot breath fanning across your lips. “Fuck,” he gasps, voice harsh. 

Admittedly, it’s more difficult than you thought it would be. 

You’re not one to be easily overwhelmed (says you), but with Jungkook’s twitching cock in your mouth and his teasing tongue dipping into your entrance, it becomes hard to juggle your attention between the two. Even Jungkook, who is quite frankly the master of cunnilingus, seems torn between the two, his breathing shallow and quick against your folds. 

With each slow descent around his cock, he shudders, thigh muscles tightening in anticipation. It causes a lull in the pace of his tongue, the generous kisses and licks against your folds subject to a somewhat uneven pace that, surprisingly, leaves you more on edge than you’d ever expected it to; right when you think he’s about to suck your clit into his mouth, you’re met with a harsh exhale instead, one that makes your lips flutter. 

You’re both disappointed in yourselves for never having tried this mind-blowing position before, and equal parts understanding as to why you haven’t tried this position before— it’s a lot. His cock is halfway down your throat when it twitches, sends a gush of precum into your mouth that has your eyes rolling backwards, a whine slipping out around him. Jungkook appreciates the vibrations, letting it fuel him as he plunges his tongue into your hole. It’s a two way street, you realize, one that is constantly experiencing traffic. 

“Baby,” you gasp, pulling off of his cock with a slick sound, hypnotized by the trail of saliva that connects your lips to his tip. Jungkook’s tongue prods along your slit, makes your eyesight go blurry when the tip of his nose brushes along you as well. The idea of his cute nose buried deep someplace it shouldn’t be has you grinding down on him. “We can— we should stop,” you stutter, your trembling hand reaching forward to grasp the base of his cock. 

He’s slick with your saliva and his precum, and your hand makes a squelching sound upon contact. It must feel good, because Jungkook moans against your folds, his thighs unconsciously falling farther apart as you slowly jerk him off. You think you might’ve heard your name slip from his lips, but your mind is fuzzy, lost in your lust as Jungkook licks a sinful line from your hole to your clit, curling his tongue at the end. “J- Jungkook,” you cry, flinching away because it’s become too much, your toes curling as the beginnings of an orgasm threaten you. 

Before that can happen, he relents, leaning back with a heavy exhale, his hands loosening their grip against your ass and plopping back down against the cushions. “Fuck,” he pants, his cock twitching in your hold. A lonely droplet of precum trails down the side, your knuckles coated in the glossy substance. Beneath you, Jungkook rubs one soothing palm against your hip. 

You slink off before he can get any funny ideas, maneuver yourself around until you’re kneeling between his parted thighs, his fat cock standing at attention between the two of you. From here, he looks ravenous, and you begin to question who exactly is taking care of who. Jungkook looks like he’s a second away from pinning you down and swallowing you whole, a thought that makes your toes curl. 

It’s with a cautiously horny hand that you reach for his cock again, holding him with both hands. Jungkook growls, head lolling backwards until all you can see is his neck and his chin, thick veins protruding along his skin. Jungkook doesn’t waste a moment longer. “C’mere,” he purrs, hauling you up until you’re clumsily leaning over him, palms framing his face. A lone finger runs down your spine, its faint touch making you arch forward. “Sorry,” he says, securing an arm around your waist. “I know you wanted to take care of me, but…”

You roll your eyes, submitting yourself to his clutches as he masterfully rolls the two of you over. The couch is soft beneath your back, and Jungkook looks pretty from above too. “You just can’t sit still, can you?” you murmur playfully. 

Jungkook’s forearms find their place beneath your thighs, the fold of the back of your knee perfectly slotted against his warm skin as he shuffles closer. “Maybe another time,” he laughs along sheepishly, his hard cock gliding over your slit, teasing your clit. You gulp, eyes scanning over his lean build as if it’s the first time. “Sorry,” he repeats, but he’s got this stupidly dopey grin on his face as he glances down at your pussy; he’s insane, he’s got to be, what man makes heart eyes at a pussy?

Your man, apparently. Grasping the base of his cock, Jungkook takes care to drag it along your folds collecting your wetness along his length, a deep shudder wracking his body through it all. “I knew you would do this to me,” he mutters, so low you nearly miss it under the thundering sound of your heartbeat.

“Huh,” you mumble, and you’d like to defend yourself and say you weren’t as cock-crazy as Jungkook was coochie-crazy, but that would be a lie. You’re staring at his cock as if it holds the secrets to the universe right now.

Jungkook juts his head to the side, a motion similar to the one he does when he’s trying to crack his neck. His tongue prods along his cheek, eyes laser-focused on the point where your two bodies meet. “From the moment you walked into my house,” he grunts mindlessly, finally lining himself up with your entrance. He chances a glance up, meets your gaze with a patient look, “all good?”

“All good,” you hurriedly reply, fingers finding their place against his broad shoulders. With the way he had prepared you earlier, mouthed along your clit and your folds until you were pleasantly aroused, the glide now is too easy. Tight, but easy, has the two of you releasing twin moans that echo off the wooden walls of the cabin. 

Jungkook’s forehead is covered in a thin veil of sweat, one that glistens when the evening sunset pours in through the balcony doors, highlighting him in a golden light that makes you dizzy. The angry tip of his cock sinks into your walls, Jungkook’s ashy strands sticking to his forehead and his cheeks. For some reason, you find yourself reminiscing on the aforementioned moment Jungkook had spoken of. Of the soft sweater he’d worn that day and the dinner he had made, the blond tips on his chestnut hair and the way he’d clung onto every word you’d said. 

It makes you tear up, and, after laughing at Jungkook early for crying, you quickly turn your face away. 

Jungkook isn’t dumb. “What now,” he chuckles, though his breathing is labored, every inch of his cock that penetrates you further bringing with it another rush of adrenaline. At the hilt, you’re embarrassed to say there’s multiple tears streaming down your face, so you can’t even play it off as you usually do. “Crybaby,” Jungkook teases, but his voice is so soft and tender you don’t know what to do with yourself. 

“Just move,” you bite out, shamefully covering your face with your hands. Jungkook leans over you, the movement pushing his dick deeper inside of you, your walls clenching around him. A kiss is placed over your knuckles, just shy of your engagement ring. Your chest lurches with a silent sob. “Jungkook,” you whimper, sinking further into the cushion, “please, just—“

“I got it,” he assures you, placing one final peck against your handmade (literally) shield. And then, so quietly you almost miss it, he makes sure to whisper, “love you,” before unsheathing himself. 

You shudder, your heart feeling so full, you fear it’ll burst. You both love and hate when he treats you like this, like an ice sculpture in the scorching heat that has him doing everything he can to keep you solid. His touch is soft, the roll of his hips too slow for your liking. You feel so small and vulnerable— too pampered. “Harder,” you beg, your voice an airy whine that has Jungkook chuckling above you. 

He lives to please you, hiking your leg over his shoulder with a renewed vigor. His hands find themselves on your waist, forcefully pinning you down against the couch cushions as he sets upon fulfilling your latest request. The next series of thrusts are jerky, have you jostling in his grip as Jungkook pounds into you with an all new mindset. “Lemme see you,” he huffs, thumbs painfully digging into your skin. You tremble in his arms, heart swayed by the quiet plea in his voice. “Let me see your face, pretty girl.”

Reluctantly, you do, brandishing your tear-stricken face his way. Jungkook smiles, that stupidly handsome smile, his hips snapping into you roughly. “Fuck,” he moans, the expression never leaving his face, even when run your nails over his chest harshly. “You’re so pretty.”

You ignore him for the sake of your already weakened mental state, focusing instead on the brutal force of his hips, the way his cock stretches your walls out. Each push has you seeing stars, thighs quivering from the sensations that shoot up your spine and down your toes. “Oh,” you mewl, hands gripping his biceps as you lose yourself to him. Your eyes roll back, vision a mess of colors and nothingness all at once. 

“Is this hard enough?” Jungkook husks out, and he sounds so close. His proximity is confirmed when his mouth slots against yours, his harsh breath mingling with your own as he continues to frantically buck into your inviting heat, each new round of thrusts leaving you weaker and weaker than before. “God,” Jungkook cries, the sound nearly lost beneath your own moans and whimpers. “Gonna k- keep you forever,” he spits, tongue slipping into your mouth.

He’s messier than usual, moves with unrefined movements unlike his normal self. You don’t care, you love him all the same. His sloppy kisses turn into desperate ones, matching the pace of his hips. “Kook,” you sob, arms wrapping themselves around his neck, pulling him close until his thrusts are reduced to a shallower depth. 

“I’ve got you,” he croons, lips against your jawline. His cock presses in and you swear you feel it alongside every inch of your walls, a warmth blossoming in your stomach. He’s layering messy kisses down your face now, lips sucking dark marks any chance he gets. 

True to his word, Jungkook indeed has you. His cock pistons in and out at an astonishing pace, each surge into your folds making you dizzy over and over again. It’s a feeling you fear you’ll never grow tired of, in fact, it’s a feeling you fear you’ll begin to crave even more in the future. The good thing is, that future will extend into forever. 

You yank him towards you, swallow his low laughter with your lips. Jungkook doesn’t complain, lowering himself until he’s practically squishing you beneath his beefy body, cock ramming in and out despite all that. His tongue glides along yours, makes it his mission to muffle each of your cries. 

It doesn’t take long for you to be fulfilled. Given the fact you had sucked him off like a lollipop whilst having him eat you out, you’re not entirely surprised. That and the emotions of tonight have you melting into him sooner than you’d like, his name falling from your lips as your thighs clamp down around his waist. Jungkook takes it in stride, slows the maddening pace of his hips to cradle you in his arms. You’re like jelly, practically flop back into the cushion when he slips an arm beneath you. “You’re so good for me,” Jungkook praises, lavishing your throat in tiny pecks as his orgasm circles around. “My pretty girl.”

“Love you,” you sigh, and your body feels numb, his intrusion but a small touch now that he’s tired you out once more, your walls tender and raw. Jungkook presses a smile against your throat and, moments later, releases inside of you. 

Even minutes after the deed, the feeling refuses to return to your legs. He didn’t go that hard— well, you’re not entirely sure. The memories always become blurry toward the end of your escapades. Everything rushes back in waves, and for some reason, your first thought is, “where’s Sailor Moon?”

Your post-rump conversations have never been the most coherent, usually filled with pretty weird thoughts and ideas. Still, more grand things have happened tonight for you to be worried about a magical anime girl. Jungkook draws himself out of your core with a huff of laughter. “On the TV,” he answers, unfazed by the oddity of your question. 

That’s how you know he’s a keeper.

It takes a while, but eventually Jungkook responds. “Avocado toast,” he says, though his answer is dripping with uncertainty. He’s naked as the day he was born, snuggled up beside you in bed. He’s propped up on one arm, looking down at you over the ample swell of his manly bosom. It takes everything in you to keep your hands off his chest. 

“Correct,” you respond, “and what movie did we watch?”

Without missing a beat, “Transformers, the first one.”

You nod, glancing at the ceiling as you rack your brain for any other trivia questions to ask your fiancé. “The title of the playlist you made?”

A flush paints his cheeks. “Date Night playlist,” he answers through a pout, reprimanding you for bringing up such a memory with a flick to your forehead. You wince. “I was young and silly,” he defends.

You beam, cuddling into his side until he’s forced to lay back down. “Yeah, yeah,” you tease. “We’re only gonna get older from here,” you lament. You’d say it’s difficult to picture him with a gray head of hair, but his current silvery locks don’t leave much room for your imagination.

Jungkook pulls you close. A beat of silence passes, and then, “so who are we telling first?”

Definitely Namjoon.

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Spending Valentine’s Day with Mankai!

☀️Summer Troupe☀️

Tenma

🌻 Has NO idea what to do for you, so he asks Yuki.

🌻“I don’t know, just get them chocolate or something, that usually makes people happy.”

🌻He took that advice to heart, actually.

🌻So when you go to see him on the day, he’s holding three different boxes of chocolates, each one more elaborate than the one below it.

🌻“I, uh didn’t know what to get you, so I got you these. I hope they work.”

🌻Lucky for him, you were ecstatic about it, and gave him a quick peck on the cheek, leaving him redder than a tomato.

🌻“Didn’t realize you liked chocolate that much. Come on, let’s go eat it before it all goes to waste. Worst case, we can give it to Igawa or something.”

🌻He’s just such a funky lad, he has no idea what he’s doing.

🌻And we love him for that <3

Yuki

🧵“Here, made you this.”

🧵He stubbornly hands you a cute handmade beanie and some gloves.

🧵“I haven’t knitted since I was a kid, so they’re a bit messy, but they’re surely enough for someone as messy as you are, right?”

🧵You were practically speechless. They were your favorite color, with small designs of white lilies along the gloves, and a small bear on the corner of the hat, as if it was Yuki’s signature.

🧵You couldn’t even comprehend how he had managed to make something so amazing and perfectly suited to your style only to say it was messy. Just goes to show his high standards.

🧵It didn’t matter at that point, though, you were just so grateful to him, and you pulled him into a hug.

🧵Yuki blushed, looking slightly offended, before returning the action.

🧵“You’re welcome, it was the least I could do for you.”

Muku

👑If you have Muku as your s/o you already KNOW what’s up.

👑Dude will treat you like the royalty that you are and that starts from the moment you even see him.

👑“Ah, y-you’re here. Well, come, sit down. I made you some tea and breakfast, so I hope you can enjoy it.”

👑It may sound a little weird for him to be speaking so formally to you, but it wasn’t something that you absolutely hated, it was just something that he believed was princely.

👑That, and the food was really good!

👑“You like it that much? Really? Thank you, I’m so happy! Ahem, I mean, I’m glad you enjoy it, I put my heart into it.“

👑God, he’s just a BABY

👑He sat across from you as you ate, making small talk and asking about plans for the day.

👑“Well, how has your morning been? Ah, that’s good. I mean, you just woke up so I’d hope it’s good, right? I mean, unless there’s something I did to ruin it, and if so I’m sorry that I did that I’m just a useless ham that can’t act like a prince if it could save his life and doesn’t know what to do when faced with someone so pretty ah-“

👑He was cut off by your fork in front of his face, holding it up for him to take a bite.

👑“F-for me? Really? Are you sure? Thanks, I appreciate it.”

👑With that, he took the bite, then you continued eating.

👑It took a few seconds for Muku to realize what had happened.

👑“Did you just…”

👑You nodded, and he could feel his face burning to a crisp as you continued eating nonchalantly.

👑“Uhh, um, er, I, you, ah, *ahem* Well, to change the subject, where do you want to go today? It is a day for dates and love, so we ought to do something with this opportunity. Do you want to go on a walk in the park? Or perhaps you’d prefer a lunch or dinner date? Both? Both it is, then. Once you finish, we’ll start on this extravagant day of romance.”

👑In an attempt to finish off his princely speech, he stole your hand that was on the table and pulled it up to his face for a kiss.

👑“Oh, and I almost forgot to say this, but Happy Valentine’s Day. I love you, my dear.”

Misumi

📐You woke up to find a note next to your pillow, saying you should be ready to meet at the park at around noon. There was no signature, except for three triangles, giving you a clue as to who it was.

📐Once you made your way up to him, Misumi lit up like the sun, running over excitedly to greet you.

📐“You came, you came! Ahaha! Okay, so Kazu told me that today’s a day where you give stuff to the people you love, so I got you a triangle! See? It’s one of my favorites, too!”

📐Misumi beamed as he placed a small triangle shaped button into your palm, and you told him that you would be sure to put it on your jacket later.

📐“Oh, and I almost forgot! I have another triangle for you!”

📐With that, he gave you three kisses, one on your cheek, another on your forehead, and finishing with one on the other cheek, creating a triangle.

📐“Hehe. I love you so much. Happy lovey triangle day.”

Kazunari

🌺You woke up to a crinkle under your head when you rolled over. You lifted your head up to check under your pillow to find a small note.

🌺“Looks like you found me! I need you at the cafe down the street at 11:00 am sharp, so don’t be late!”

🌺There was no signature, but it was filled with little doodles and pops of color. You had a decently good guess as to who it was, but that didn’t stop you from wondering.

🌺You checked your clock to find that it was already around 10:30, giving you very little time to find a change of clothes that looked good to impress your secret admirer.

🌺You didn’t even have time to eat before leaving, so you just ran out, hoping that the food at the cafe was actually good.

🌺When you finally arrived, your eyes flitted around to try to find whoever sent that note, when you saw Kazunari waving you down, gesturing for you to come over and sit with him.

🌺You accepted, sitting across from him on the cafe’s terrace, a sly smile on your face. You were right about who had written it.

🌺“Hey, you made it, thanks for coming! I was the one who wrote the letter, if you couldn’t tell. Oh, you could? My bad, my bad! I don’t know how to be subtle, do I? Well, that’s not the point. The point is that we’re gonna have an awesome date here, and you’re gonna fall in love with me in seconds flat!”

🌺You had to laugh, knowing that what he said obviously wasn’t true. Before you had time to think, the words telling him how you really felt all this time spilled out of your lips.

🌺It took you a minute to realize what you had just said, and when you did, you were left with an awkward moment, and you found your gaze drift further and further down to avoid any eye contact.

🌺“Wait, really? You’re not kidding? You loved me already?”

🌺When you didn’t reply, Kazunari smiled, then pulled your hand up from out of your lap and onto the table.

🌺“Well, I’m happy the feeling’s mutual.” he said softly, kissing your hand. “I love you, and I always will, alright?”

Kumon

⚾️Screw chocolate, mans got you POPCORN.

⚾️“Hi, babe! Thanks for coming here so suddenly, I wanted to give you this! I know that you’d probably prefer chocolate, but I felt like that wouldn’t be very fun for me if we ended up sharing, so I got you these!”

⚾️His arms were filled with all different kinds of bags of popcorn, with him almost falling over from the weight of it all

⚾️He mostly chose savory ones, like cheese or just basic salt, but there were a few sweet ones mixed in to suit your tastes as well.

⚾️“You ready? I wanna try throwing it into your mouth, so open wide, okay? And…there!”

⚾️He threw the kernel up and right onto the side of your mouth, with it bouncing off of the side of your face as you both giggled at his desperate attempt.

⚾️“All right, it’s my turn! You better have good aim, okay?”

⚾️You couldn’t help but find his dopey face as he waited for the snack so endearing and cute, your aim was forced to suffer. You threw it, only for the popcorn to end up right in between his eyes, balancing right on the top of the bridge of his nose.

⚾️“Woah, how’d you do that? That’s even cooler than if you made it! Ah, gotta keep it up there, I need to see how long I can balance it.”

⚾️He managed to make it around a total of 2 minutes while talking to you, just waiting for it to fall, which was oddly impressive.

⚾️“Hah, this was way more fun than I expected it to be. Thanks for choosing me, babes.”

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- George whistles a cheery tune as he walks down the street

- All around him are couples madly in love, gazing upon everything with rose tinted glasses

- And for once

- George is one of them now too

- No more watching Ron and Hermione giggle over some inside joke like a couple of schoolgirls

- Or watch Fred and Angelina Johnson make eyes at each other from across the room while all he could do was wonder what he had to do to get someone like that

- Because now he has you

- And he never has to spend Valentine’s Day alone again

- He’s so caught up in the joy of having someone, and his pride in not being one of those morons who wait until the last minute to make a reservation, that he doesn’t notice the line wrapped around your store

- He doesn’t notice until he walks inside and sees the chaotic state

- “Ainsley will you pass the ribbon?”

- “Henry get the customer will ya?”

- “Boss we’re out of the red roses!”

- “Get some red food coloring and put it in the water of the white roses!”

- So he probably won’t be needing those reservations

- “Oh George,” you notice him standing at the door after several long minutes of him watching you frantically move around the shop trying to fill orders

- You stand in front of apologizing profusely

- “I’m sorry I know we’ve had tonight planned out for so long-“

- “I didn’t think we would be so busy-“

- You usually do appointment only for Valentine’s but... your bills came in a little higher this month and your landlord is talking about a rent increase

- And so you kind of need this money

- Still, you thought you would be able to manage, but you seriously underestimated how many people would require your services last minute

- George listens to your carefully, only speaking after you say you're final: “I’m so sorry, I promise I’ll make it up to you”

- He nods and you think that will be that

- And then he glances at your apron, a finger gently picking at one of the straps that sit on your shoulder

- “Have you got an extra one of these?”

- And so that’s how George spends his Valentine’s Day

- In a bright pink apron collecting muggle money and placating customers at your store

- And it’s not how he quite pictured it- but he’s got the biggest smile on his face because he’s with you

- Watching you scamper around is oddly cute too

- Besides helping here isn’t all the difference then working at his shop

- He just can’t use magic

- “Oh I thought we were out of red roses?” You say when he brings you a dozen roses from the backroom

- “I found a few hidden behind some pink ones” he lies

- Well, he can’t blatantly use magic

- It’s 10:17 when you flip the shop sign over, bidding your employees a happy Valentine’s Day

- You don’t bother finding a chair, sitting on the ground, and letting out a relieved sigh

- Finally, it’s over

- George settles on the floor next to you, sporting a similar expression

- You laugh

- “I’m guessing this falls into your top ten worst Valentine’s days”

- Now it’s George that laughs

- “Not even close, I think the worst one was when I was at school, all of us single lads passed around a box of Bertie Botts”

- “What’s Bertie Botts?” You ask

- Oh bullocks, is that not a muggle thing too?

- “They’re like jelly beans, but there are a few gag flavors thrown in like rotten egg and freshly mown grass”

- “That sounds like a very teenage thing to do,” you say with a laugh

- Oh good looks like you bought it

- “Second worst then,” you say and shakes his head with a grin

- “It was actually really fun,” his smile softens when he looks at you, your eyes meet his.

- “It’s always really fun when you’re around.”

- And from any other man, you would think they were empty words.

- But George’s warm eyes and that soft expression he has as he gazes at you with nothing but adoration tells you it’s all completely genuine

- And you fidget, clearing your throat

- “Well the least I can do is treat you to a meal”

- “Want to beg the restaurant to take us even though we’re-“ he looks at his watch “3 hours late?”

- “Not quite,” you say laughing

- You tip the pizza boy in flowers, who seems ecstatic with the bouquet in his hands

- “My significant others going to love these thank you!”

- You practically crawl up to the rooftop of your shop where George has already set up a makeshift table with your bare minimum patio furniture, lit candles at the center

- “I’ll have to apologize, I didn’t bring a bottle of wine so all I have is this”

- George holds up a silver flask

- You don’t hesitate to take a swig from it when he offers

- You cough almost immediately

- “What was in that?” You’ve never had anything like it

- It almost tasted like fire

- “Fi- I mean, cinnamon whisky,” George says and you offer him a small smile

- “Well bring a bottle next time, I like it”

- You grin, eating pizza side by side while watching the city lights

- George has to keep himself from grinning

- Best Valentine’s Day ever

[stackthedeck]

your TikTok comments asking for you to dive into parkner… please roast the shit out of them since it only exists because of racism

I don’t know if it’s fair to say they only exist out of racism but yeah that’s definitely part of it.

Like here’s my theory for Peter Parker shipping, you’re limited to four options 1. Canon girlfriend 2. Best friend 3. Bully 4. Superhero team up of the week. You can have variations and combinations of this. Like Felicia is 1 and 4, Johnny is 2 and 4, Harry is 2 and 3. The problem with mcu Peter is that there is no option 4 other than adults because until very recently he was the only teen hero and even know you can’t ship him with Kamala or America because they’re both a little too young and it spits in the face of comic canon

Okay so you’re exclusive an mcu fan and you want that action packed battle couple that Peter is treated to in the comics fandom. What are your options? Aging Peter up? Nope you’re only into him because he’s a teen hero and you’re a teen. You’re options are the first glimmer of legacy characters in the mcu. Shuri and Harley. Shuri is the future black panther, we’ve seen her a little bit in combat, but she’s a tech genius and can totally help Peter on world saving missions. Harley was supposed to be iron lad (I think he was put into the comics and then that did happen?? Don’t quote me on that) he’s close to Tony Stark and he’s a tech genius. They can bond over their mutual love and/or hatred of Tony, they can be rivals, Harley can build his own suit and Peter can fawn over this mysterious new hero, Harley can resent Peter as Tony’s favorite intern and be obsessed with Spider-Man. Like this is the spideytorch of thing mcu

The first Peter/Harley fic on ao3 is from 2018 so people weren’t shipping this before Peter’s solo movie so yeah not ideal. Like Ned and flash are great ship options for Peter if you absolutely have to have dude slash like this is very much an anyone but a person of color situation. But also like it’s an interesting ship. I really liked iron man 3 (minus the plot but the character moments were great) and it was disappointing to never see Harley again because he was a character with a lot of heart and potential.

Ultimately I think this ship is a symptom of the mcu revolving around tony Stark. If Peter wasn’t turned into a baby iron man, no one would even connect him to Harley. But also yeah it’s weird that these two characters who have never met in canon are shipped together more than Peter and his best friend who happens to be not white. Peter/Harley has almost 3k fics on ao3 but Peter/Ned has about 500 that’s ridiculous that being said Peter/Michelle has almost 7k but Peter/Mary Jane has a little more than 1k. Meaning the new inter racial couple is more popular than the white couple that’s been together for decades. This might not be an mcu fan problem. It might be a dude slash fandom problem

[dmsden]

Distinctive But Not Ridiculous - Bringing your NPCs to life

Hullo, Gentle Readers. This week’s Question from a Denizen comes to us Anonymously, but, apparently, from someone who’s asked questions before. They say, “Hi. I've asked a question or two before and gotten good answers, so I figure I'll ask now. I'm a long term DM, but I still have a major problem with my RP. My NPCs (usually, with one or two major great exceptions) fall on either wacky and ridiculous, or boring as sin. So do you have any tips on keeping npcs colorful, whilst also keeping a (semi)serious tone?”

Well, first, thank you for the compliment. I’m glad you’ve appreciated the advice you’ve gotten from me before! Now, let’s look at your current conundrum.

You want NPCs who are memorable and colorful, but not ridiculous. I think that’s fair. Honestly, I never mind making a ridiculous NPC. They don’t happen too often in my campaign, so I feel like, when they do, they’re going to stand out and be remembered. One of my favorite pairs of NPCs in my campaign are Flishbok and Winther. Flish is a loquacious gnome who does most of the talking for the two, while Winther mostly seems to communicate in grunts. Flish is always attributing deep, pithy statements to Winther and turning to him for affirmation, which generally gets a grunt and a shrug. A typical Flish and Winther moment might go like...

Flish: It’s like you always say, Winther, “Religion might be a crutch, but sometimes people need a crutch to be able to stand up every day. Isn’t that what you say, Winther?”

Winther: *grunts and shrugs*

My players love these two, and they’ve gotten so used to it, that, when I had Winther agree that was what he always said, they immediately knew Winther had been replaced by a changeling assassin and pounced on him.

If you want more serious NPCs, but you want them to be memorable, I recommend trying one of the following tricks:

1. Give them an extremely memorable physical feature, preferably one with a story behind it. The sailor Cheung Po Tsei lost his hand in an attack by sahuagin, and now he has a hook. How did he lose his eye? Well, he was still getting used to the hook, and his eye was itchy... Well, no, but he loves to catch people with that joke. My PCs loved him, and they were devastated when he led a mutiny against them several sessions later.

2. Subvert a trope. Have a halfling be a savage little barbarian instead of a pie-loving stay-at-home. Have a goliath be a bit shy and awkward, especially around a handsome fella. Have a tiefling be a pious paladin. Have a bard be a bit of a prude. Have a paladin who’s a lusty fellow, wooing lads and lasses in every town. Have a hulking half-orc who’s scholarly and prone to collecting flowers and pressing them in a book. People tend to expect certain behaviors from different classes, races, and backgrounds. When you subvert those tropes, it makes the NPC more memorable to your PCs.

3. Give them a very distinctive speech pattern. This can be an accent or a particular voice, but it doesn’t have to be. You could have a character who always refers to themselves in the third person. “Who dares invoke the terrible wrath of Huurgen the Abnormally Furious?” You have a character who speaks as if they’re narrating their own life, because they’re currently writing a book. “I smiled at the devastatingly attractive gnome and asked...who might you be?” You could imitate a celebrity when you play the character. Huurgen, who I mention above, is voiced in my impression of Macho Man Randy Savage...and if you know who that is, I bet you can hear him saying the above line. You could have them punctuate their sentences with modifiers like “Yes, yes.” “No, no.” “Maybe, maybe?” Zikzok the kobold tinker might say things like, “You are looking for something here, yes, yes?” “Must not go to the forbidden temple, no, no!”

4. Briefly change your own appearance while playing them. You could put on a specific hat, or an eyepatch, or put a pipe in your lips. You could squint, pout your lips, widen your eyes, cross your eyes, give yourself an overbite or an underbite... You can use your fingers to quickly rub your hair out so that it sticks up like a crazy fright wig, or you could put on a fright wig. There are lots of minor things you can do or employ to create a distinct “look” for an NPC, even though it’s still you with just a tiny cosmetic change. Even some small things like these can really make a big difference.

5. Give the NPC a distinctive habit or tic. You could shift your eyes around quickly, refuse to make eye-contact with the players, or make too intense eye-contact without blinking. You can drum your fingers, play with your fingers, clean your fingernails with an imaginary knife while looking smug. You can rub your chin while describing how the tiefling strokes spines that jut from their chin. You can constantly polish your glasses while talking to the PCs, or constantly adjust them. Again, these are small things ,but they’re likely to make the PCs remember the NPCs.

6. Save these for important NPCs. Some NPCs will come and go and never be seen again. If the PCs just stop into a chandler shop to buy candles, odds are, it will be a brief encounter without much memorable about it. Do you remember the last person who waited on you at a grocery store or restaurant? A lot of people come and go in our lives without becoming memorable parts of the background tapestry. If your PCs don’t really seem intent on forging a relationship with the chandler, there’s no need to know that he’s Carommay Lampwick, third generation chandler who limps and who keeps a pet skunk. Save your memorable NPCs for people the players are likely to encounter regularly and have meaningful dealings with. It’s okay to let some NPCs fade into the background. Unless you have plots to run regarding Master Lampwick, odds are you can just have him there to sell candles and then never be heard from again.

I hope these tips are helpful, Anonymous. Until next week, may all your 20s be Natural!