#and thanks for letting me know i'd reblogged an ask game without turning asks on lmao

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1. Faves of the year

Wuthering Heights, and I don't think it's even particularly close. I read and enjoy a fair few "classics" but it's not often one worms its way into my brain like this book did. Often what's shocking to a readership of a couple hundred years ago comes over kind of tame in the 21st century, and maybe in the 1840s this was like a Saw movie, idk, but I found the abuse and cruelty in WH all the more affecting for how grounded and small it felt. These characters, almost isolated from the world, connected to each other by a nearly entirely overlapping family tree, hurt each other and make themselves miserable in such extremely believably human ways. Rarely is anything from so far before my time so compelling and immediate.

3. DNF With Prejudice: Book(s) you didn't finish on purpose

I almost never do this! Partly because I (like to think I) curate my tbr list pretty well, and partly out of stubbornness, I can only think of a few books lifetime I've given up on. Every book I started last year, I either finished or expect to finish imminently (Capital Vol. III might take a few more months but we persevere lol).

6. Dead Dove Do Not Eat: Book you would recommend to a select audience with a mountain of caveats

Almost all the non-fiction I read falls under this category: the aforementioned ingot of a tome by a certain Mr Marx; Franz J. Hinkelammert's The Ideological Weapons of Death, which I've posted about plenty already; Between the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea, a "people's history" of the early-mid 18th-century maritime world by the GOAT Marcus Rediker; R. B. Jamieson's and Tyler Wittman's Biblical Reasoning, a moderately academic but very, very helpful exposition of Trinitarian doctrine, where it comes from, why it is the way it is, and why it matters; etc etc etc. One's mileage may vary enormously.

For fiction, then, you may have already guessed: it's Serious Weakness by Porpentine Charity Heartscape. Thank you very much for making me read this, it was really good. To anyone who hasn't, caveat emptor, but if you've got the stomach for (among other things) one of the most true-to-life depcitions of sexual violence I've ever read, this is well worth it. I guess I just like art that deals with the indignity of human cruelty; that dwells on the absurd little details of it. This had that in heaps.

22. Best book you found in the wild

Almost everything I read this year is either reasonably famous, or I can remember whose review I read, or who recommended it to me, etc. (you're at least partially to blame for several, actually). The one I genuinely did find in the wild (ie. for 50p on the library's stock clearance shelf) was Larry Niven's Ringworld.

I can't remember if I posted about it in the summer, but what I'll say here is that it reminded me again just how much more adventurous a lot of 70s sci-fi - even a lot of the genre slop! - compared with the 2020s baseline, by which I mean, how many more ideas-per-book you could expect. Ringworld is about "what if there was a big circle," obviously, but it's got so many other ideas bubbling away as well - almost too many to fit into a pretty short book. In the final analysis, the details of the eponymous Big Circle isn't even that important to what the story's about.

Also, I found it quite amusing that it only occurred to me that the titular ringworld might not be deserted by its creators on the protagonists' final approach, that is, the first time a character ponders if in fact it might be deserted. I thought, are you guys stupid? have you never experienced, like, any science fiction before? But of course they hadn't; they're characters in the book that gave us the trope of the "abandoned megastructure" that I, fifty years on, had been taking for granted.

[junkissed]

“6. What got you into writing fanfics?” for the ask game! 🩷

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6. What got you into writing fanfics?

honestly it's a long story 😭 let me ramble for you below the cut!

the earliest i can remember writing actual fanfic was probably like 2012 and i had this journal/diary that i would write in because i was super big into one direction at the time LMAO. but i've always loved reading and writing, so pretty much all my life i've written things, but up until recently it was just for fun without it being attached to any specific person. during the pandemic when i was in lockdown i got back into harry potter and i wrote a 16k neville fic that will never see the light of day (i've looked over it recently and holy hell it is awful) but i would say that was the start of me coming back to fanfiction!

after i first rejoined tumblr around 2020-ish, i had just discovered kpop so i only started out with a sideblog for reblogging fics. but some authors who i loved and reblogged from often (aka @onlymingyus) started talking to me and we became friends! i was way too shy to do anything other than reblog so honestly i probably wouldn't be here now if it wasn't for her and some other really sweet people. and then i joined svthub (it started as a collab among friends, but they decided to turn it into a network and i was invited to join even though i wasn't a writer yet), and after talking to everyone in the discord server for a while they finally encouraged me to post my writing 🥹 i'd never shared anything i'd written before, i always just kept it to myself in journals or google docs, so it was a huge step for me but i'm so so thankful to all the wonderful people in svthub because i definitely would not have done it if not for everyone encouraging me and supporting me from the very beginning. and now i'm still here and i'm still writing, it's difficult to find the time for it sometimes but i definitely plan to be here for a long time :) it brings me so much joy to share my writing and i can't say it enough how happy it makes me to be part of the caratblr writing community! i didn't ever see myself being here but it's been so much fun and i've met so many amazing friends on here <3

[orionsangel86]

The Ask Game, I thought I'd pick n. 12 as I love seeing overlooked characters get some love... And some of the other questions seemed a little... Harsh. 😶😅 So yes, n. 12 please and thank you. 😁

Thanks! Some of those questions are asking to create drama indeed! Which is why I only reblogged the ask game with the intention of turning any negatives into positives. I'm not choosing violence here :)

12. The unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them

So by unpopular I'm going to instead go for "character who doesn't get enough love" because I think most actual "unpopular" characters are justifiably unpopular - like Thessaly.

The character I love who doesn't get enough love - even admittedly from me - is Despair. I see quite a lot of fanworks about the other Endless, but Despair often gets forgotten about. I think its probably because she is the member of the Endless that makes people the most uncomfortable. Despair is a difficult emotion to grasp and there is also something quite gruesome about her that is more "on display" than the rest of the family. Her self harming with her hook, the rats that crawl over her body and nip at her skin, and I also suppose her appearance (lets face it she hardly meets modern beauty standards compared to her sisters and whilst this shouldn't matter I have no doubt that it adds to her lack of popularity).

But her character is SO fascinating in the comics. She is the only member of the Endless that is already a new aspect of herself. The old Despair, who we only meet once in Endless Nights at the meeting of the stars (when the Earth was still a lifeless rock and our sun was depicted as a teenage star) was much more confident, lively, and outspoken. The old Despair was murdered, and at least in the original canon, we know nothing more about it. We know that has affected Despairs relationship with her twin, and I suspect its why Desire stays so close to the new Despair all the time. It also gives Despair a fascinating insight into Dream's struggles throughout the comics which personally I don't think even the comics go into far enough. I adore her in Brief Lives and can't wait to see this play out in the show, however the show plans to adapt it. Despair is such a wonderful character and I wish fandom wasn't sleeping on her so much.

Doing the Choose Violence Ask Game with a twist - I'm answering without choosing violence! Please send me asks! I will answer as soon and as often as I can! (FYI all my answers will be Sandman themed)

[ravencromwell]

Thinking about this answer thanks to the flood of Atabei feels in Rue The Day. From the moment you'd answered my world-building ask about the bounds of compulsion, I'd had this crawling dread of what it heralded (in fact a version of this reblog has been sitting in my drafts unfinished for ages because I'm a gadfly essentially saying wait, but then did she *willingly* for Eliza? and fuck, never been so sad to be right.)

It must have been hideous paradox. Knowing you should let Gilly do his worst. As he says, without the siren his life would be short and brutish and he could enact so vastly less harm on others. But to also know you're just. not. brave enough to carve your heart out. That to cling to the fragile threads of sanctuary a monster grants, you'll let the rest of the world burn. Hating yourself. hating him but knowing that truth is as stark and unchanging as granite. (After all, isn't it a microcosm of what so many have done, turning a blind eye and quieting their conscience in the face of despotic rulers for a chance at normalcy?)

Which makes it matter all the more that she visited the siren, still tried offering what comfort and fellow feeling was possible; he might make her do monstrous things in service of Eliza and herself, but she would not let him strip her of compassion within those constraints.

And Eliza: I have to wonder how much of Eliza's realizations on that ship, amid the horror of how this man had *wrecked* the life. the child. *everything* she and Atabei had worked to build. was understanding herself as ultimate pawn to control her wife. Jumping as the last form of autonomy in an impossible situation: desperately hoping that by depriving Gilly of the power of her existence, she could set the wheels in motion for Atabei to make this madness cease. Didn't work, but she's still the bravest. most clear-eyed of everyone in that first cycle, imho.

God it just. means so fucking much to me that the focal points of this story are two queer women and that Kira will be the one to set her queer foremother's mistake to rights. That the "ghosts" of Eliza's house, and the strangely vivid portrait may have been doing what they could in finite ways across the centuries. That, on a broader scale, throughout the centuries, it has consistently! been Gilly's wives mitigating his awfulness by their small acts of revolution, even (and especially!) if those revolutions were domestic: Ford's mother protecting her children, instilling them with enough morals Ford understands Gilly's monstrousness and will go out of his comfort zone to help the siren. But not just! his wives; so many of the overlooked domestics, nameless Nadette's, holding onto slivers of themselves long enough to bring some spark of decency in to that hellhouse even if it seemed pointless in the moment. I am _certain it's those women who are just faces in a gallery determinedly throwing wrenches into this privileged sexist bastard's spanner, along with Areyto's own defiances, making it so that even now he's throwing mud at the wall still trying to be king instead of the "worse" of my compulsion ask already. (All your fans have their "Ash tales they wish were a book" but for my money it's Bones all the way. just so we could have those narrative style interludes you'd put in the video game: the ephemera of those women's lives, all buying enough time that Kira could face a man: still unbelievably dangerous. but *defeatable*. But then, I've low-key been hoping Kira discovers the primer she took as childish nonsense was some sort of coded journal for ages :).

1/ 2I need to talk about the perfect tragedy that is Atabei. Atabei who met this little boy that wouldn't kill the piglets! Who embraced the black girl with her magic and superstitions! And then _wouldn't _realize until it was too late that boy had changed. It didn't matter if it was the privation he'd experienced, or if there was this seed of awfulness always in him, didn't even matter if some part of him was guilty about it. She loved him so much for who he was before and what they'd shared

2/3 that love—one of the strongest forces for good—blinded her into doing great evil and I'm verklempt. I have no idea if the "ghosts" Ford mentions will play a role, or even if we'll learn *why* Eliza eventually "fell" (though I hope like hell some of Sirene's descendants play a role because her eight-year-old put-down of Guilford was the best fucking line so far I adore that child to pieces) Sure, she'd done some questionable shit—though considering abusive husband of Eliza I approve--,

3/3 and it would've been so easy to make her as resentful as Guilford, but that the hamartia of her doom was wrongly bestowed kindness is visceral and raw and perfect. God, sorry that got so long my epitaph will be 'thought nothing worth penning were it not verbose'

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First off, sorry I didn't answer this right away. I have been mentally rereading and kicking my feet and giggling.

Secondly!

NEVER feel bad about sending long asks about Bones in the Ocean. Or any asks! That story, its world, its concepts and the types of magic, the rules... it's all taken over my brain and I am almost always desperate to just ramble endlessly about the characters and histories, especially the aspects that aren't part of the main storyline but are instead the added context around the edges of it.

Gilly always had a seed of potential awful in him, but Atabei was actually a good influence on his willingness to empathize with nonhuman creatures, because SHE did. Atabei's empathy did not extend overmuch to actual human beings, though. Even less so when it came to her love Eliza's abusive husband, who stood between the two of them and happiness and kept Eliza in a life of constant fear for herself and her daughter.

Decades later, Eliza gets far enough away from Gilly and the siren to remember herself, and to remember the daughter she left behind - she assumes to die, alone and unloved - and she 'falls' over the side of the ship. It's polite language. Everyone knows, deep down, what really happened. Especially Atabei, who never fully forgot herself, and went more than a little mad as a result of the guilt and shame and fear that overwhelmed her when Eliza was gone.

Atabei's tragedy is in aiding and abetting the evil that would ruin her life, turn her love Eliza into someone else entirely, and leave her knowing what had been done but utterly unable to speak of it, to do anything at all to stem the tide of Gilly's ambition. She used her magic when commanded, to paint the marks again, to rebuild the bars of her own cage, really.

I have thoughts on that time period, those years of her watching Gilly's children with Eliza growing up. I think she probably visited the siren, on occasion. She and Areyto probably came, at some point, to a sort of bitter understanding with each other. Each of them trapped, each of them captive and caged and knowing it, each of them used as a tool in Gilly's plans.

If this story were a video game, there would be diaries or half-erased letters stained with tears throughout the house, Atabei telling the story of her own long, dreary life, the bright spots with Eliza, the darkness that was so much stronger.

Watching her childhood friend grow into a more violent man with age and power - especially with the corruption of his slowly growing power. Watching him murder his own eldest son to take his place.

Watching the cycle start anew with the next generation, knowing even her death would not end this, as she aged but Gilly didn't.

She gave a man she cared deeply for functional immortality and far too much power.

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But - know this - Sirene is instrumental, too, to the eventual end of Gilly's grand ambitions.

[matan4il]

hi! this ask has a couple things so apologies in advance if this gets long lol

first, i wanted to ask about the coma buck theory. i've only recently watched the show, i've been in the fandom for about a month (mostly lurking and reblogging gifs lol). since day one i've noticed that 'buck will go into coma in 6b' seems to be something a lot of people believe, so if you know, where did that theory come from? i personally couldn't think of anything in the show that seemed to point to that, and and i also didn't find any posts discussing this in any detail, it seems like a collective headcanon more than anything to me. but i'm definitely very curious, so if this is something that you can see happening, could you please share your thoughts?

also this second part of this ask is just me getting excited bc i saw you mention the 309 kitchen scene in a recent ask and i've been dying to scream about it to someone lol. because oh my god, right??? idk how intentional that was or maybe the actors just happen to have good chemistry, idk anything but i just know that i had the weirdest cognitive dissonance moment while watching that scene. like just, the way buck steps towards eddie, my entire body sort of braced in excitement for a kiss, and like, that moment lasted for only about a quarter of a second but i actually had to pause because while watching that scene i'd literally forgotten that they're not actually together, and i was just like. wait. what happened. what? and just. aaaaaaahhh it was such a great scene and they're just so great and perfect together and like if the writers weren't planning on their chemistry they've written themselves into a corner bc they're just so perfect for each other, literally the family they've chosen, and just. aaah i love them sm😅

anyway, thanks a ton for reading my rambling, i really love your blog! hope you're having a good week <3

Hi Nonnie! No worries, I'm here to always try and help! *hugs*

So for the first part, I kind of explained my experience of seeing the coma!Buck theory taking shape in the fandom here.

As for the 309 kitchen scene, I love screaming about it, so yeeeeees, I'm glad we get to together! XD I personally am convinced that the 309 sexual tension was intentional. Why? Because the scene doesn't work without it. There's a joke they wanted to play, where they build our expectations towards some sort of an explosion between these two characters, but then instead of giving us that, they provide comic relief through letting a different kind of scene play out, a light-hearted one, comical in nature, that would make us smile (Buddifer playing video games together). But this only works if they REALLY build up the tension and if we REALLY ask ourselves whether there's going to be a blow up of some kind on our screens in a second. And while the scene plays around the idea that maybe Buddie will physically fight each other, we all know they were not. Buck had just apologized to Eddie again, he just showed how much he cares, and Eddie was visibly affected and moved by this, and their whole talk vibrates with how much they care about each other, I don't think anyone really believed they were gonna start punching each other. So if for the comic bit to work, the tension has to be real, and the aggressive/violent tension isn't, what made the comedy there work? The sexual tension. They HAD to turn to the implication of sexual tension, otherwise that whole thing falls flat. So yes, this is why I'm sure they did THAT intentionally. And your reaction, which you so perfectly described? It's not just yours. I went through it as well, and I'm sure we're not the only ones, because we were supposed to embrace for impact.

And I'm with you, I very much believe 911 has written itself into a corner. No one would ever work with either Buck or Eddie as well as the other one does. Eddie was originally supposed to be Maddie's Love Interest, but the second they changed course on that, they clearly built Eddie's introduction with Oliver and Ryan's chemistry in mind. They already saw enough of it to know that making us care about Eddie through Buck's eyes would work. So I'm also convinced if they wrote themselves into a corner, it's a corner of their own making, know what I mean?

Thank you so much for the kind words, and I'm so glad to know you enjoy my blog, I hope you continue to! Have a great day, lovely! As always, here's my ask tag. xoxox

[storyofmychoices]

Home: Where She Belongs

[Levi Schuler x Laura Day Masterlist]

Pairing: Levi Schuler x Laura Day [F!MC] with Lily (daughter) Book: Mother of the Year (chapter 16) Word Count: <1,600 (sorry it's a big long!) Rating: General

Prompts: @choicesaugustchallenge relaxation; @choicesbookclub : MOTY Replay Chapter 16 ; @wackydrabbles #108 (prompt in bold)

A/N: As a whole MOTY is a solid book, but one thing that I hated was the fact that instead of going home with her daughter after winning the court case MC sneaks off with her LI for a 30 diamond scene. I love those scenes, but that wasn't the time.

Synopsis: Following the celebration with their friends over the court case win, Laura and Lily head home for a private celebration, knowing they had won and no one would keep them apart. [Fluff with some comfort/care]

Bliss. Laura thought after some consideration. That's what this is—bliss.

Her body fluttered with a pleasant warmth that enveloped her in its comfort and relaxation. She breathed easily for the first time in weeks, the weight of the world no longer on her shoulders. She could simply enjoy the moment without worry of tomorrow.

She knew better than to expect the future to be sunshine, rainbows, and unicorns, but for the moment, this was enough—actually, it was more than enough—it was perfect. The outcome might not have been everything she wanted, but it was better than what she feared. Lily was hers, and she always would be.

The voices of her friends surrounded her. They had all been eager to join in for a celebratory dinner. She had never needed to ask them to be there; they just were. She wondered how she and Lily would have survived in Goldcliffe without them; thankfully, they'd never need to figure it out.

Laura leaned forward, resting her chin on the back of her hand as she watched Levi play a game with Lily and Luz across the table. Their laughter was a melody in the night air, one that filled her heart with joy. Her eyes glistened in the dimming light. She wondered if the smile etched on her face would ever fade.

Lily's mouth opened, a silent yawn slipping out between excited explanations of her science fair project and how her newly rebuilt rocket was better than the previous one.

"It's late," Laura finally said, interrupting their game. "You've had a big day, my Stargirl. We both have. How about we head home?" Home—Laura couldn't help but smile at the word. Lily was going home with her, where she belonged.

"Okay," Lily agreed, without any complaining, knowing they had already planned their own little private celebration.

Laura said her goodbyes, thanking her friends once more for all they had done. Lily made her rounds, giving hugs and reminding everyone of the upcoming science fair.

"Thank you," Laura whispered as Levi drew her into his arms, holding her safely. "I couldn't have survived this without you."

"As much as my ego thanks you for that, you're the strongest person I know. You can survive anything." He brushed a kiss on her forehead as he leaned back, his attention turning to Lily. He pulled her into a bear hug that lifted her off the ground, causing her to giggle into his shoulder. "Goodnight, Rocket. I'm glad we'll still get to be neighbors. I'd hate to lose my partner in crime."

"I'm glad I get to stay too!" Lily beamed. "Do you want to come have celebration hot chocolate with us?"

"Celebration hot chocolate?" Levi set her back on the ground and bent down to her level. "I don't want to mess up whatever you and your mom have planned. You two have fun."

"But, there's extra marshmallows!!!" Her eyes widened, pleading with him.

"Extra marshmallows, huh?"

Lily nodded enthusiastically. "And whipped cream. And cinnamon! And chocolate syrup!"

"Wow. That is tempting." His gaze shifted to Laura, who was attempting to hide her smile behind her hands. "Are you sure?"

"Yes! You have to come!" She insisted, slipping her hand into his. "Right, mom?"

"I think she's right. I mean, how can you argue against celebration hot chocolate with extra marshmallows, whipped cream, chocolate syrup, AND cinnamon?" Laura shrugged in defeat as if though there were no other options than to accept.

"Then, there's nowhere else I'd rather be," Levi decided.

It didn't take long for the water to heat once they returned home. They worked together, moving through the kitchen as if it had always been like this—the three of them. Levi got the mugs ready with the powdered chocolate mix. Laura carefully poured water into each, leaving plenty of room for Lily to add all the toppings.

Marshmallows rained down over the three cups as she scooped large handfuls onto each mug. Lily grinned excitedly as she tipped the can of whipped cream, creating white, fluffy mountains, with one peak noticeably higher than the others.

"Do you think you need that much sugar before bed?" Laura questioned with a raise of her brow.

Lily's eyes widened, and she nodded enthusiastically. "It's a celebration!"

"Just this once!" Laura kissed the top of her daughter's head, her fingers trailing through her silky, black hair. Every day had always been a treasure with Lily, but now more so than ever. She would never take a second of their time together for granted.

Lily sprinkled cinnamon on hers and her mom's cups. "Do you want some, Levi?"

"Hmm‚" he pondered. He dipped his fingers through her cinnamon-dusted, whipped cream ridge, sampling it. "Mmm, that is good!"

"Hey!" Lily pouted. "No fair."

Levi laughed, a playful smirk pulling at his lips. He scooped up some of the fluffy topping off of his cup and dotted it on her nose. "Better?"

Lily's mouth fell open in surprise. Her hand was on the can of whipped cream again. The nozzle pointing at Levi, her finger hovering dangerously on the trigger, ready to set it off with the slightest change in pressure.

Their gaze narrowed at one another, the corners of their lips pulling up as silence fell in the kitchen.

"If it's war you want—" Lily began, breaking the quiet. "Then you shall have it."

Levi grabbed the plastic container of chocolate syrup, holding it up. "Two can play at that game, Rocket."

Lily stood in her chair, keeping her finger carefully on the nozzle. "I have the high ground."

Before he could respond, Laura stepped in, snatching both containers from them.

"Mom!"

"Laura," Levi moaned, matching Lily's tone but adding a teasing wink.

"You two are trouble!"

"Only the best kind of trouble, right?" Levi took his mug and lifted it up. "What do you say, rocket—partners in crime still?"

Lily lifted her mug, clinking it against his. "Space partners in crime," she added.

"How could I forget?" He took a sip of his cocoa as Lily did the same. Both of them ended up with whipped cream on their noses.

Laura sighed happily, watching the two most important people in her world laugh effortlessly together.

After about an hour of Lily vibrating from her sugar high and rattling off the names of all the stars in the night sky above them, she finally crashed on the couch. Her eyes were closed, but her mouth still attempted to finish the list.

"I think it's time for bed, my little astronomer." Laura helped her sleepy daughter to her room to get ready for bed. She tucked her carefully under the covers, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Good night, my beautiful girl. I love you to Andromeda and back."

She paused at the door, taking another look back. A part of her worried she'd never have this moment again. The sight of Lily safely asleep in her bed, the glow-in-the-dark stars above her keeping watch as her daughter dreamt dreams bigger than she could ever imagine.

When she returned, she found Levi where she left him on the couch. She curled into his arms.

He brushed her hair back, kissing the crown of her head. "What do you need? What can I do for you? Lily wasn't the only one with a big day."

"This," she whispered, closing her eyes as she breathed in his scent. "Just hold me."

"Done." He hugged her closer, wrapping her in his warmth. His fingers caressed her back, massaging her tenderly. "I won't let go. I love you, Laura—you 'n Lily, more than I could've thought possible."

Her body trembled, and she let out a sharp cry. The tears she had pushed down all day erupted at the sound of his confession.

"Shh, it's okay. I've got you."

She buried her face in his chest, hoping to quell the tears that kept coming, not wanting to wake Lily.

"It's okay. You did good. Lily is safe. You're safe. It's going to be okay." He continued whispering tender encouragement in her ear as he kept her close, allowing the weeks of frustration and heartbreak to pour out.

Slowly, her breathing steadied, and her sobs subsided.

"That's it. You need sleep. Come on." He lifted her into his arms, much to her surprise. His brow arched as he caught her eye. "What? I said I wouldn't let go."

She nuzzled back into his neck. "Thank you...for everything."

"Shh, just rest." He carried her to her room at the end of the short hall, placing her down on the edge of the bed. He ran his thumb over her cheek, wiping away the last of her tears.

Her eyes were red and swollen. "Stay?"

"Are you sure?"

She stood to meet him, wobbling a little, not realizing how tired she was, but he was there to support her. She cupped his face. "I've never been more sure. I love you, Levi."

He kissed her softly. "Okay. Who am I to disagree with what the lady wants."

"Good. I'm not ready for you to let go yet." Laura slipped out of her clothes, grabbing a baggy t-shirt to put on.

"Great band!" Levi noted as he took off his pants and shirt and slid into bed. "I have the same shirt at home."

"No, you don't—" Laura climbed in, nestling into him once more. "—because this one's yours."

He breathed out a laugh as he rested his head on hers. He held her close, humming softly until she finally fell asleep in his arms.

Thank you for reading! I appreciate your support. Likes, reblogs, and comments are always amazing and make my day!

I hope you enjoyed this story. (Don't worry, Laura and Levi will still get their 30 diamond scene... that night just didn't feel appropriate for it).

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[hyunjinspark]

For some reason, I can't reblog the Star Lost chapters ☹️ but I'll give feedback !!

Okay so I just finished 8 and 9,, currently 2am— 5 hours from my classes, but I was feeling sad so I read Star Lost to make me feel even more VSJBSJA kidding, I swear no matter how hair pulling this series gets it brings me so much comfort :((

The tension between them is so thick, thick enough to be sliced in half tbh. Hyunjin at the party is so so cute, he worries for Y/N 24/7 (and now we all know why). I was in love when y/n was helped captive to be drawn on then her and Hyun just 👀. Fools really eye fucked each other but we love it like that hehe

That little messed up blue line that was supposed to be a star fixed all my life problems. ALL. They're so cute, just make them kiss without some silly game.

Tbh, Hana? Hana I was very much annoyed of at the first few parts of chapter 8, but it is understandable. Her character becomes more understandable as the story progressed but that doesn't mean she isn't a toxic bitch. THE SNAKE SHE IS FOR SPITTING VENOM ON YN XHJSNSJS (and the way y/n worries to Hyun after 🙈 thank you, Hana)

YONGBOK. Oh boy have we taken a turn. The air is green and poison laced for this toxic asshole 💀 bye, he's so manipulative and assuming. He makes his own mess about Hyun and then blames Y/N, like THEY CAN BE TOGETHER WITHOUT YOU. But as the reader ofc we see why he acted so toxic— which isn't an excuse !!!! But yeah, please how dare he ?? Especially when it isn't even about Hyunjin or/and Y/N and then he just casually makes up his mind that "Oh. Hyunjin wants her to himself and she lets him cause apparently she can't be friends with two people and still care about them the same amount."

I swear my heart shatters for Y/N. She's been manipulated all her life, following them around like the pushover she is 🙄 but like same. When she just accepted it was her fault and it'll always be hers omg 😭😭 and when they(best boys Hyun and Junnie) told her to stop apologizing when she clearly has no fault, my heart leaped.

Omg it's almost 3am HELP BUT I WANT TO FINISH THIS OKAY

When Felix left her in the chocolate factory (?) I was so angry, I started crying. She didn't do anything wrong and neither did Hyunjin??? They did this for him 😭 but then Felix's mind always goes "with Hyunjin" everytime Y/N speaks. I swear, Y/N loving lix so much just hurts now bcs of how he's treating her. I get he could be insecure but tp be a possessive asshole??? His mood swings makes me wanna eat my fist whole.

And also Yeonjun did nothing wrong 🧍🏻‍♀️

Every chapter is a rollercoaster istg in this particular order : happy → uneasy → horny → weight crushing heartbreak → repeat

No, I'm kidding HEHE

OH AND I LOOVVEEEE HAVING TO SEE HYUNJIN'S POV NOW. HE LOVVEEESS HER 🙈🙈 me too, I love her too. Hyunjin, back off tbh.

Gasp 🌼anon, the new Yongbok !!

So much more things I'd love to add but I'll put them in my next ask cause I haven't read chapter 10 yet.

I'm in love with your writing, and I hope I've made you smile with this long feedback (mb) huhu

Thank you for the loveliest au !! ☹️💗

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hii i missed you :( i hope you’re doing well! hahaha !! actually me. i love reading angst when im sad so i become more sad.

so happy you liked part 8 and 9 and their scenes at the party <33

“the air is green and poison laced for this toxic asshole” PLEASE hahahahaha your comment made me laugh. poor felix 😭😂😂

that order of emotions sounds about right tbh. you’ve just unlocked the pattern.

i loved reading this haha. you did make me smile. your comments are so cute. thank you for staying up late and sending me these 😭

[butmakeitgayblog]

Hi dropping by for 2 things... I think? I'm so sleepy can't think! 😬

First, thank you for your clexa fic and just had discovered your cruel intentions clexa fic today. Idk why, it blows my mind🤯 I mean i love everything you write about clexa so idk why i'm shooked.

Second, Please don't be scared for my over abundance of ❤️ and reblogged you would see on your notif 😬 I forgot to be discreet on reblogging since I got excited over your CI Clexa.

Also for your ship question game, I would really like to know

Cruel Intentions (Pre relationship)4,5 and 6 and (General) 1,2 and 3

Teach Me (love) 4 and 5, 9 and 10

(domestic) 6,9 and 10

G'night and stay safe you and everyone on here. I might dream CI Clexa thanks to you! ���️

Hello hello!

Ok listen because I've gotten this a few times within the last couple weeks and I'm not sure what's causing it but let me say without pause, please god do not apologize for liking and reblogging. You don't have to be ~discreet~, I don't think it's cringey, I don't think anything other than "Oh they like it 🥺👉👈"

I have fun writing this stuff and interacting with you guys, but it's still work, so you guys interacting is the whole point! Without likes or reblogs or asks I have no idea if anyone likes a story. Without them I'm sat here wondering if anyone even likes or cares about this extra stuff and in turn that'll make me question if I'm wasting my time 🤷‍♀️. I have a few people who show up every few days and just go through everything and what that tells me is wow, someone took time out of their day to look at my stuff and appreciate the work I put out. That's fuckin awesome. So please, don't apologize. I'd rather hear and see what you guys like than wonder if I'm screaming into a void

Ok I'll put my answers under the cut because this already long cuz I can't shut up 😅

Cruel Intentions

Pre relationship:

4: Oof that's a hard question to answer. You're talking about two woman who really good and living in denial and talking themselves into thinking they're above feelings. But I'd say if push came to shove, the first one to really give in and say "Shit ok I really have genuine feelings for her" would be Lexa.

5: Lexa more than Clakre despite Clarke being more slow in realizing that her feelings went much deeper than attraction and infatuation. I've touched on this in a few asks before and you can kinda see the thought process in that latest installment as well, but for a long time Lexa was intent on keeping Clarke at arm's length. Until she couldn't.

6: If someone had told younger them that they'd end up blissfully married and grow old together like two bickering haughty babies they would've told you to lay off the nose candy

General:

1: Part 1 of that has been posted, sorry can't spoil part 2 😈

2: ask me this again separately and I'll write a snippet for it

3: It's in a snippet so you'll be able to read it🥰

Teach Me

Love:

4: You mean once... everything happens? They're not the biggest on PDAs ironically considering they started out fucking all around campus on anything that would hold still. But once they settle into their relationship and stop feeling like they're living on stolen time? They like holding hands, small hello pecks, sitting close. That kinda stuff. Loving but respectful.

5: Both. Lexa's a big fan of hello kisses, celebratory kisses, still asleep midnight kisses to Clarke's shoulder that neither remember in the morning. Clarke likes forehead kisses and little thank you kisses and goodbye kisses because she wants the feel of Lexa's lips to tie her over for the day.

9: Short answer, Lexa but I'm not getting into it cuz spoilers 😔

10: A healthy mix of both. It does kinda surprise Clarke just how... physical Lexa can be once they start things up tho. Professor Elbow patches wasn't exactly kidding about the wild thing 🥴

Domestic:

6: Lexa, but within reason. She worries about things that are appropriate to worry about whereas Clarke's more of a just roll with it girl.

9: 🤐 they're gonna celebrate Lexa's birthday if that counts so you'll see

10: Both pretty equal. I mean Clarke's 39 and Lexa's 41, they were both married for close to two decades not to mention Clarke has a kid. They've definitely learned their way around a kitchen. The question is, can they not be too controlling to actually allow the other to help them in the kitchen🤔

[bakugohoex]

I'm sorry about that! Its okay don't worry, if you don't mind I'd wanna ask for the same requests but with kenma and koganegawa?

“you’re so cute, bunny”

pairing: kanji koganegawa x female reader

cw: fluff, language

word count: 1600+

a/n: hi, i decided to do just the koganegawa one due to having never written for him and i thought a cute little headcanon would be cute to do

summary: in which you’re the personification of a bunny and koganegawa falls in love with you

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Love at first sight, this man would see you walk past the gym and fall in love.

He’d run, I don't mean like a creepy run though, like he’d sprint and do that little jog at the end and just peak his head out of the gym doors, staring at you walk away.

Definitely shout something to you, on sight you flinch from his shouting, refusing to turn around.

Sad boy, he will get all sad at how you didn't even turn around.

He won't see you again until a week later when you’re coming out from the library, he just watches you, making sure that you’re okay. That's when he hears the lightning and watches how you jump in fright. He sees a fear run through you before you run back into the library.

He fell in love just watching your interactions with loud noises, a drop of books that would pass you, you’d twitch. He made sure your flinching wasn't due to abuse asking your friends about it, who told him how you just hated loud noises since you were kid, and you were walking past a concert. 

Heart warms, he just had to talk to you again, this time he’s quieter. 

You obviously knew the first-year setter, having been to a couple of their games with your friends. Volleyball was interesting and you couldn't lie, you could tolerate the loud shouting and join in with the cheers. 

Baby walks up to you, a smile on his face and you give him a look of such admiration. Your eyes in a wonder just staring at his lips as he spoke to you, the only thing you’d hear is numbers. 

You’d instantly give it and in a matter of weeks you both had planned on a date. 

Adorable little picnic date, away from others and loud noises. Just the two of you in your happy place, and when it starts raining, he’d pick you up and run with the basket and you through the rain and into the shop.

Would definitely kiss you on the first date, he just already knows you’re the one. 

Start of the sweetest relationship possible, he will always hold your hand and show you off. 

Whenever it starts raining, he will stay inside until it stops and walk you home. 

I swear being in a relationship would be the cutest thing possible, every time you both have to part, he’d give you the softest kiss and the biggest hug.

You’d definitely shout at games just for him, even if you hated loud noises, you’d be the loudest one there, just shouting his name. 

He’d give you the brightest smile and set just for you. It would actually be a good set as well that Aone wouldn't miss. 

Would call you bunny, you just remind him of one with your jump scares and just how adorable you are.

After every game, he’d watch you run up to him, his arms out for you and praise you for your support, he’d definitely be like “you’re so cute, bunny” with the widest grin possible.

All in all, a relationship between you two is just two adorable babies loving and being with each other. 

You waited patiently outside the park that Koganegawa had sent you, it looked peaceful, cute even. The white skirt encased your thighs and the pastel shirt you wore helping to ease the summer breeze, you stood with your phone in your hand. Stomach churning, at a loss, you had admired him ever since he first spoke to him, the way he sauntered towards you with a confession at hand. Now here you are a couple weeks later, waiting for a date he had asked for a week ago. 

“Hey Y/n, you weren't waiting long right?” You turned around to meet his eyes, he stared, looking at every intricate detail of your body and clothes. You were perfect and he was a mess on sight, your voice making him think again. 

“Ugh, not that long.” You smiled walking closer to him. 

He scratched the back of his head, hiding the blush that was forming from just seeing you, “you look really n...nice.”

“Thanks, so what’s the plan?” He gave a gleam from having prepared everything the prior night, he pulled out the basket from behind his back. 

“I thought of a picnic, because it's...summer.” You nod at him, he stared at your hands softly putting his own out. You look down to see his much longer fingers than your own, taking it as he tried to suppress the pure joy, he was getting from holding your hand. 

He took you to the far back, talking about how he used to come here when he was a kid. You listened intrigued with how he could easily talk about anything, the way he spoke about a section that was hidden away from everybody else. Where the two of you could be away from others without their disturbance. 

You looked around, the flowers blooming out around the land. It was perfect, better than any of the other dates you’d been on, the consideration and care that the boy had put into it. To make you feel secure and safe, melted your heart. “I love it.” The grin on your face was all Koganegawa needed to grab your hand and sit you down on the blanket. 

A conversation flowing, your head leaning against his thighs as you lie facing upwards. He had let you play with hind fingers, you asked about his hair, how he got into volleyball, his past and childhood. He spoke enthusiastically about it all, speaking highly of how he wanted may not think properly he’d always support his team. It melted your heart, his sheer passion to be there for his team made you just want to kiss him. 

His fingers rested within your own, each vein across his hand being skimmed across with your own smaller fingers. He loved the sensation, you’d answer his questions, speaking about your own passions. But he watched as you’d get easily distracted, seeing the bees and butterflies fly through the wildlife or just his own hand would distract you.

He had loved when your head had moved to his lap, his other hand stroking your hair. If anybody had seen the sight, it would look like lovers who had been dating for years. He loved that feeling though, how at ease you both were with each other. 

You both spent the rest of the afternoon together, what hadn't dawned on the boy was the mixed message of the weather. When a downpour of rain had occurred, “fuck, let me just grab everything.” He muttered, you helped him, you might hate lightning, but the rain was okay, and when with Koganegawa you almost fell in love with it. 

He smiled at how you looked with the basket in your hands, “come here.” He whispered, you came with the basket in your hand, the rain drenching through your clothes and hair. His own hair getting flat, you could see through his white shirt, but he didn’t care. Instead of grabbing your waist and bringing you up to his body, your arms wrapped around his neck as he carried you through the rain. 

It was a sight to say the least, the basket between the two of you, allowing it to be risky, but Koganegawa just wanted you to not get ill. He ran through the rain trying to find the nearest store for you both to wait in. He hadn't realised how you looked at him, with so much comfort, even with the cold rain hitting you. Blurring both your visions, he felt warmth from you, the way your eyes brought so much love intoxicated him. 

“You’re so pretty.” You whispered leaning your head against his chest, he felt his ears grow redder. His face flustered, stumbling for his own words.

He didn't speak only trying to stop the blushing which you barely saw, your eyes fixated on his tight grip against you. He finally let go just as you both arrived inside a shop where a lot of people had congregated to get away from the rain. 

He grabbed your hand taking the basket with his other, “we’re going to be stuck here for a while.” You mutter out.

“You don’t want to spend more time with me.” He pouts playfully.

You chuckle at his action, taking him to the back away from the people, you both looked through the chocolate section. He watched as you tried to choose between two flavours, “i think the nuts one would taste better.”

He couldn't even speak at your comment, just admiring you. He watched you put the two down giving a confused look at his blank stare, “Koganegawa, you okay?” 

“Yeah, just…” He didn't finish his sentence, only taking your hand, he brought you past the others, a confused expression staying firm on you before you both were back in the rain. Even if it had settled down a bit, there was still a light pour occurring.

“Where are we going?” You question, he doesn't answer until you both are away from people, his lips instead smashing into your own.

You were in shock but the way his hands had moved to cup your face, your hands tugging at his hair. It was a kiss you had wanted prior, a kiss he had been craving from you. He felt like a boy who had just one first place. He was content with it all, the way a soft whine would come from your throat when he’d take a breath of air before kissing you again. The way you let his tongue slide in so easily, the way you were accepting of him, how you admired him even when he was what others would call simple minded. He had fallen in love in a matter of minutes, your first date together was the day he knew he was never letting you go. 

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[littlestarofthewest]

Hello, I love your writing. Please can I request John Marston and sub!reader who loves his attitude and dominance towards her? Thanks

@theunholyoutlaw reblogged this post a while back, and it made me think of this request, so here’s a little something for you and all my thirsty John hoes out there! Thank you @the-neigh-sayer for the title picture! 

Title: You’re Gonna Need It | Word Count: 1816 | Rating: Explicit!!! (18+)

Pairing: John Marston & female reader

Tags: public sex, exhibitionism, use of demeaning terms for women, modern au

Today should have been great. Instead, you feel miserable. After not seeing John for two weeks, you're on your way to a hotel for a romantic getaway over the weekend. Not that you're looking for romance. Right now, you want nothing more than to get John naked and ride his dick until you forget your own name. The problem? You're stuck in the worst traffic jam you've ever been in before.

It's the middle of the summer, the heat getting to you despite the AC and your flimsy clothes. You could argue that you're wearing your tiny top braless and your shortest shorts to stay cool, but the truth is that you like to tease John whenever possible. 

Even that devilish thought went out the window about an hour ago, though. On both sides of John's car, huge trucks are blocking the view, and you begin to feel as if they're getting closer. You become more and more restless on your seat, shimmying around without finding a comfortable position. Finally, a deep sigh breaks out of you, and John turns down the music before turning to you.

"You okay?"

"This is bullshit," you grunt, gesturing at the road ahead. "We should be at the hotel by now. I could have gotten you out of your clothes an hour ago."

"You really think I'd be the naked one?" John asks, something lingering in his voice that sends a shiver down your spine. Indeed, you're usually the one presenting yourself to him.

"I'm just saying we could be doing way better things than standing in traffic."

"I'm sure it'll clear up soon." 

John and you both stare at the van in front of you, the trunk so stuffed full that you can't see the people inside. Still, you hate them because they're in front of you, blocking the road to your pleasure. You sigh again, making John take another look at you.

This time, he doesn't bother asking what's wrong. Instead, his eyes wander from your face down and linger on your chest before he studies your legs. You grow even hotter, trying your best not to move, but you roll your hips a little, enjoying the friction the jeans cause between your legs.

"Do you really need it so bad that you can't wait?" John asks, amusement in his voice.

You prefer not to answer, although you know how that might get you into trouble. John doesn't give you much time to make up your mind.

"No answer?" he asks, the dangerous edge from before back in his voice.

When you stay still, he reaches for you, placing his hand on your neck. It's like a secret code, telling you that he'll keep going if you don't stop him. You bite your lip, underlining your silence. 

John lets his hand travel down your neck and shoulder, his fingers taking the thin strap of your top with them. As soon as your breast is exposed, he grabs a handful, kneading the soft flesh before moving over to the other side. You wish you could tell John no, but your nipples harden under his touch, and you feel that familiar tingling between your legs that you've been trying to keep away for the last few hours.

"I asked you a question," John insists, rolling your nipple between his fingers before giving it a hard pull. 

You gasp, knowing full well that it's futile to play this game for long. "God, yes, I need it bad."

John takes his hand away and watches you instead. "Take off your shorts."

"But I-" 

"Don't make me ask twice, darling."

Despite the use of the pet name, you know you're in dangerous waters, so you quickly comply and shimmy down your pants. To surprise John at the hotel, you only put on a flimsy little thong that barely covers anything. Judging by the way John's eyes widen, you made a good choice there.

He puts a hand on your thigh, watching you squirm in anticipation as he rubs his thumb lightly over your skin. "What would you want to do at the hotel?"

"Ride your cock," you say without pause. After all, you'll end up confessing it anyway.

John gives no indication if that's a satisfying answer, but his hand moves up your thigh and between your legs. You spread them further apart to give him more room, and John runs his fingers over the soft fabric of your underwear. Without even looking at you, he keeps teasing you, making you bite your lip again.

The column of cars moves a tiny bit, but you're too occupied by John's hand to really notice. The car's closer to the front of the truck next to you now. John leans over as if to take a look at the driver. "I remember when I was driving one of these," he says, his eyes roaming over your body again. "You wouldn't believe what I got to see from up there. Most people don't think about that when they do weird stuff in their cars."

You freeze for a moment before closing your legs and moving away from the window. "You think he can see me?"

John keeps up the rub between your legs, not worried about the possibility at all. "Would you really mind?"

You wish you could say no, but the idea of a stranger getting hard by watching what John does to you has something intriguing about it. You open your legs, eagerly rolling your hips to get more friction against John's hand.

"That's my good little slut," John says, and waves of heat rush through your body at the words.

John's touch is not quite enough, so you reach up to massage your breasts. Teasing your nipples always gets you incredibly wet, and John takes that as his cue to brush your underwear aside. His fingers dig between your folds, and he uses your juices to draw circles over your clit.

You moan eagerly at the touch, your fingers digging into the flesh of your tits as you imagine how the truck driver might get himself off. John keeps teasing you like this until you can barely sit still, lifting yourself up from the seat to get closer to his hand. He pushes you back down and slides two fingers into you, making you cry out.

"Jesus, girl, you really need it bad," John says, dragging his fingers in and out at a steady rhythm. "Did you think about this while I was gone? How badly you wanted me to fuck you?"

You moan as an answer, but of course, John doesn't let you off so easily. He keeps his hand still, not letting you get any more friction. "I didn't hear an answer from my little slut."

"I did," you gasp, your hips bucking. "I always thought about it when I got myself off, how good your dick would feel inside of me. I want it so bad."

John takes his hand away, and you wonder what you did wrong. You dare to look over to him and find him pushing back his seat. Then, he opens up his jeans and gets his cock out, stroking himself. "Get over here. We don't need no hotel."

You don't hesitate to crawl onto the other seat, and John pushes into you the second you're on his lap. "Fuck, yes," you moan as you sit down on him. You've always loved that first stretch and how good John fills you up.

"Better show me how much of a slut you are for me," he says. 

John grabs your breasts again, teasing your nipples before sucking one of them in his mouth. Despite the tight space, you do your best to bounce up and down on his dick, knowing full well how much John loves when you lose control completely.

You moan and gasp without holding back and make no attempt to stop John when he grabs your hips to push you down even harder. You forget everything around you, the only thing mattering to you the rising pressure between your legs and how John's cock hits your core with every thrust.

He holds you by the neck again and watches you while you grind on his cock, eager to give him as much pleasure as he gives you.

"Now that's how a good whore behaves," John says, his raspy voice hitting you like a stroke right between your legs. "I can't wait to rough fuck you through the night, give that tight pussy something to remember for the next time I'm gone."

His words drive you closer and closer to the edge, and then he moves his hand, his fingers closing tighter and tighter around your throat, his cock hammering into you with long, hard thrusts.

"I gonna watch you come on my cock before I fill you up," John says, and you take it as a command to come, no longer able to hold on.

You let out a cry as your orgasm rips through you, your thighs shaking. John uses the way your muscles clench around him for his own pleasure, not stopping to push into you for a second. His fingers dig hard into the flesh on your hips as he comes, filling you up just like he promised.

For a moment, you both sit still, breathing heavily. You might even have stayed like this for a while longer, but loud honks bring you back to reality. The trucks beside you moved away, and other cars roll past while the driver behind you completely loses his shit. 

"Fucking asshole," John grunts, and you quickly crawl back onto your seat, covering up as best as you can. 

The car behind you changes the lane, and John gives him the finger as he drives by. You can't help but laugh, happy hormones still rushing through you, and John smiles over to you while he tucks himself away. 

"Bet he's just jealous he didn't get to fuck the hottest little slut in town."

You roll your eyes, but lean over to give John a quick kiss before he starts driving. "You're such a romantic."

John laughs, but when you lean over to pick up your shorts, John reaches over to stop you. "I didn't tell you to put these back on."

"But-"

"But nothing," John says. "We still have some way to go to the hotel. You'll keep teasing yourself. I want you all wet and ready once we're there. You’re gonna need it."

He's not even looking at you now, focused on the road again. Still, you know that he's not kidding. After cleaning yourself up as good as possible, you reach down between your legs. Past experience has taught you one thing: if John says you’re gonna need it, you’re definitely gonna need it, and if you're honest with yourself, you can't wait.

[silver-wield]

Okay, as requested a few days ago, a Cloud and Aerith analysis. I feel like I've spent a lot of time in chapter 8/9 today lol 

Ok, spoiler warning for ppl who haven’t played – do I still need to do this? Eh ok, (I tag FF7R spoilers as final fantasy 7 remake spoilers) and it’s gonna be reasonably long.

Also, this is one person’s interpretation of the scene, so if you disagree that’s cool and we’ll agree to disagree.

You’re also gonna have to excuse the janky quality on some of the screens, I’m grabbing them from Youtube and it’s frustrating af trying to get the exact moment I want.

Other analyses if anyone’s interested.

Shinra HQ vision scene (Cloti/plot analysis) 

Chapter 3 (Cloti reblog) 

Tifa character analysis 

Aerith Resolution (plot analysis/theory – I should probably update this since I’ve had other ideas since then) 

Train graveyard (not really an analysis, but I got some sweet screenshots of Cloti) 

Clotiscrew tunnel analysis 

Cloti reunion analysis 

The Promise Analysis 

Andrea’s approval (Cloti ask response) 

Leslie analysis (not mine, but a good read) 

Cloti action touching 

Aerti friendship analysis 

Cloti body language chapter 3 

Cloti healthy disagreement 

Cloti post heliboss battle (chapter 15) 

Clerith playground scene 

Cloti body language plate fall 

Cloud and Barret friendship 

Resolution scene analysis (A) 

Barret character analysis (chapter 13) 

Cloud character analysis (Honey Bee Inn) 

Cloud character analysis (Barret's death) 

Now, strap in and enjoy the ride.

Recap time!

Okay, our delightful heroine (I will rein in the sarcasm, but Aerith aggs me when Cloud says no and she ignores him. No means no.) and our moody af hero have finally got done with the flowery side quests, kiddos, Rude and the giant hands of crash crash boom oops there's an invisible wall there minigame trip through sector 6 to reach sector 7.

Aerith says “let's take a break.”

Cloud says, “No.”

They take a break anyway.

(I've already done the slide analysis, link above)

Back down from the slide and it's time to go. Aerith opens up the underground link into sector 7 and we're venturing into awkward goodbyes.

So, we're starting with Aerith being chipper and cute with the quips. Standard stuff. It's possible she's feeling regretful they're parting, but I've said plenty of times that of everyone in this, Aerith has the best poker face. There's very few times she lets that mask slip and lets us see what she's really feeling and it's usually in times of intense stress. This isn't stressful, although she was feeling down a few moments ago while talking about Zack, so maybe that'll make her a little easier to read. For now, though, she's fronting like a boss.

Hmm interesting. He's definitely thoughtful here. So, I'm gonna have to put together some possibilities.

He's clearly mellowed his attitude towards her – he was proper stroppy at her house the day before, shouting and so on – so this isn't negative. We could say he started feeling more positive towards her through their interactions over the day or maybe when he saw the whole Rude bit and realised she's not quite what he first thought. Or it might have been when he saw her looking downcast about not high fiving or it could've been their chat on the slide that finally thawed him out towards her.

And Aerith's the same. Her smile falters just a bit and she can't meet his eye. Maybe she knows they have no reason to meet again or that her mother told him not to see her. We don't know for sure, but it's possible, otherwise why is she disappointed? She could expect to see him again. They could make plans. It could be meta!Aerith knowing that Cloud is probably better off not getting to know her.

Eugh dammit. Does anyone know how hard it is to analyse people's motives when you can't see their faces clearly? I bet this was on purpose, thanks Square.

I mean, having to go by the above data I've mentioned, they could both be feeling the same lingering regret intuitively. You know like how you just get the sense how someone's feeling? That.

Their poses are identical, and coupled with the slightly awkward intonation on “so” I'd look at this and say this comes across like a couple of teenagers who kinda like each other and don't know how to take the next step. You know, that kind of immature I have no idea what I'm doing with my life kinda deal. That's not to say it's romantic, especially not from Cloud. He's an awkward introvert. Aerith has no social skills. They're not friends and up until five minutes ago Cloud was annoyed af at her. That'd make for an awkward goodbye.

Aerith laughs, Cloud doesn't, and she moves aside so he can leave. Looks like the moment’s over.

Before going, Cloud turns back to ask if Aerith can get home ok. This looks like polite concern, which I'd expect considering they just came through an area full of monsters, mech and bandits. If Cloud wasn't concerned, I'd call him a douchebag. His eyes widen a little as he speaks, but it's not that same kind of expression he pulls whenever we're suspecting a visit from real!Cloud. This is SOLDIER!Cloud asking. 

(I've said that typically Cloud's eyes go very wide as a hint that his real self is reacting to things, but widening eyes on their own do not indicate real!Cloud. It's something about the way he does it that shows it's not quite right for the SOLDIER persona we usually see. I can't explain it properly, but it's likely something the devs have done to his microexpressions on purpose to differentiate between the two and without knowing exactly what I can't put a pin in it. All I can say is when it looks like real!Cloud is expressing himself and when it isn't because there’s a difference that I’ve picked up on.)

This is flirting. Plain and simple. Head tilted, little smile, crinkling eyes. She's amused and teasing him in a flirtatious manner and her dialogue backs that up, although at the same time the tone she puts it in also sounds quite matter of fact, like she's genuinely asking what if she wasn't ok? That likely does appeal to the protective SOLDIER side of Cloud. He wants to be known as the hero. Still not romantic.

That's what I like to call a shit-fuck-bollocks moment. The realisation he should take her back home and make sure she's safe, but then he's also got to get back to sector 7, and this is all SOLDIER!Cloud's debate. There's no sign of real!Cloud and there's a quick decisive result that he should do the right thing, which is why he says he’ll take her home.

This is nothing like in the honey bee inn later when you see the clear back and forth of his eyes darting around as he argues with real!Cloud about dancing to get Andrea's approval.

And Aerith laughs again because I think she's aware how ridiculous it is that he'll walk her back when he needs to get home. She was teasing the entire time, but it looks like it went over Cloud's head – colour me unsurprised.

I mean, there's no romantic undertone to her expression here. It's genuine amusement and I'd definitely say friendship towards Cloud.

Ah the image that certain people hang their hat on. Let's get this one done.

Aerith says she has a backup route for emergencies that's safer than the one they used. You can hear Cloud start to speak—- ask a question because the sound is a “W” -- then cuts himself off and smiles. That smile is a mix of bemused and amused. 

For anyone who doesn't have a stupidly large vocabulary and thinks those two are the same thing:

Bemused

adjective: puzzled, confused, or bewildered.

Amused

adjective: finding something funny or entertaining.

Cloud's bemused because back at the start of the collapsed expressway he literally asked if there was a better way and she avoided answering. So, he's caught her in a lie and what can he do about it? Nothing. That's why he's all "of course there's a safer route".

And then we're back in control and moving onto the next part of the game.

Conclusion:

Well, they're awkward. Both of them. Cloud is an introvert with mental issues and Aerith has no social skills and a terrible personality flaw in which she bosses everyone around and doesn't listen.

I wouldn't say they're friends, more like comrades. Cloud's still very resistant to her company even after she helps him save Tifa.

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The BH 90210 Rewrite. 1x13: Slumber Party

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Read the previous chapter here!

Chapter Summary: Junk food is had, secrets are exposed, and flings are revealed...

Warnings: mentions of sex, swearing, one minor make out scene.

Word count: 2,900

My work is not to be reposted and/or edited without my expressed written consent. (Reblogging is fine and encouraged!!)

The flashback is in italics.

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A/N: This is one of my favorite episodes! Hope you guys enjoy it! Sorry about the scheduling issue, next week should go as planned. Feedback on this chapter would be wonderful! :)

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"Are you sure this thing isn't a slumber party?" Kelly criticizes. You open your locker as your friends begin to bicker on both sides of you. Something akin to petty surround sound.

"I told you! It's a night of female bonding-- a chance for us to get together and talk about what's important," Brenda explains.

"But we're doing it in our PJs," Donna interjects.

"Well, that would make sense unless you prefer to sleep in your clothes," You say, "Bren, I think it's a great idea. It could be fun!"

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"Can we invite some guys to come over later? I mean, after we've talked and bonded and everything?" Kelly asks.

"Kelly, I thought what we wanted was an evening to ourselves where we don't have to think about guys, talk about guys, or worry about what we look like 'cause some guy is around. Isn't that what we said?" She nods, rolling her eyes. "So what's the problem?"

"Nothing!" She leans against the lockers, "Actually... there is one thing. I kinda made plans with this other friend of mine, Amanda Pacer. You don't know her, she's a senior, but we have been friends forever."

"So bring her," you suggest, taking out your history book and shutting your locker.

"Well... I know this may sound stupid, but I don't want her to think this is a slumber party... It's not a slumber party, right?"

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"Brenda! Kelly, Y/N, and Donna are here to bond with you!" Brandon shouts up the stairs, laden in his all-white Peach Pit uniform. He looked so cute, this "no guy" rule was pointless. Especially when the said guys looked like that. "Hey Y/N/N," he kisses you softly, pulling you closer to him.

"Hey," you mumble. He gives you a hard, dizzying, coffee-flavored kiss as he slowly backs into the front door. You hum against him happily, "I'll pay you to stay, I'm serious. Cold hard cash." He grins, slipping his warm hands under the sides of your jacket, holding onto your hips gently.

"As much as I'd like to, I promised Nat I'd pick up this shift."

"Tell him you have other business to attend to. Like getting me out of this slumber party. Nat'll understand," you plead jokingly. One more soft, sweet kiss and he lets go of you. "Brandon..." he smiles at you adoringly and turns towards the other two girls waiting in the foyer, pretending that they weren't just watching everything you two were doing.

"Have fun, ladies," he swings the front door open and leaves as quickly as possible, knowing that if he stayed any longer you'd actually end up convincing him to stay. As one Walsh exits, another enters as Brenda comes down the stairs wearing a long, plaid nightshirt. But before she's even fully down the stairs, Kelly starts to complain.

"Brenda, this is really weird."

"Kelly, we are going to have fun! Where's Amanda?"

"Oh, she's coming later," She fidgets awkwardly, "She uh, wanted to bring her own car in case..."

"Something better came along," Donna interjects.

"I think this might be a little too down-home for her."

"Kelly, we're not going on hayrides," you cut in.

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"Okay, we have chocolate ice cream,vanilla ice cream, chocolate syrup, and whipped cream!" Brenda announces as you pour the doritos into a bowl. It's a scramble of hands and junk food as you all grab what you want.

"Do you have any other cookies?" Kelly asks.

"Yeah! I think they're in the cupboard," Brenda nods.

"Oh, I love cookies smushed in ice cream!" Andrea beams, "it's the best."

"You ever put popcorn in ice cream?" Donna wonders. The group groans in disgust. "Hey, it's really good!" You hop on the counter next to where Donna is and grab a chip

"Well, there's microwave popcorn in a bowl over there, knock yourself out," Brenda giggles, handing you your bowl of chocolate ice cream.

"Thanks," you smile, "Hey, Amanda, what do you want? Vanilla or chocolate?" You glance over to Kelly's friend as you help the girls put together their sundaes, and she's sitting alone at the kitchen table with her arms crossed, pouting.

"Nothing for me, thanks."

"Oh, come on, Amanda. You're gonna make us all look like pigs!" Kelly exclaims.

"You said it, I didn't," Amanda ostracizes. The room goes radio silent, but instead of bumming out the room, Brenda starts snorting like a pig at her while the rest of you laugh and pick up your junk food.

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"Donna, that is so gross!" Kelly laughs, watching as her best friend shows vanilla ice cream and popcorn into her mouth all in one spoon. Your cheeks already hurt from laughing, but you couldn't stop smiling.

"I know, but I like it! I don't know why, but I do, okay?"

"This is something you can never do with guys," Kelly smirks, piling on the whipped cream to her sundae.

"What?" Andrea asks.

"Pig out!" The five of you giggle as Brenda turns to Amanda, who's once again decided to remove herself from the group.

"Do you eat on dates, Amanda?"

"Never. But I always order something expensive," her voice is sharp, and she's slumped back in the white chair in the far corner of the room.

"Why?"

"To let them know I'm worth it," she shrugs.

"I knew it was over for me and Steve when I started pigging out everytime we went out to eat," she scoffs.

"He never took you out to eat, Kelly," Donna giggles, and then everyone, (excluding Ms. Grump Pants, of course) bursts out in laughter.

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"I am in... sugar shock." Brenda sighs, resting her head on your shoulder as you lean back onto the couch, smushed up against the other girls.

"I feel like I just gained ten pounds," Andrea groans.

"So, what do you guys want to do now?" Kelly ponders.

"Ooh, lets rent Pretty Woman!" Donna suggests.

"Donna, you've seen that movie 300 times," Kelly snickers.

"It's dependable. You know, sometimes I think about running away and becoming a hooker on Hollywood boulevard," she puts her fist up to her heart, fawning, "just so I can meet Richard Gere."

"There's only one problem... you're not Julia Roberts."

"Look, we're not going to rent a movie... or become prostitutes," you tease Donna, "The whole point of this was so we could talk. Andrea, go get your Ouija board."

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You settle back down onto the couch after coming very close to crapping your pants because of what you thought was the Ouija board... which just ended up being David Silver sneaking creepy pictures of you guys through the window. You breathe deeply as your heart rate settles down. Amanda checks her watch and scoffs.

"It's after midnight."

"What, do frat boys turn into pumpkins?" Brenda bites sarcastically.

"No, they turn into drunken slobs." You sure made my night," she complains.

"Amanda, you didn't have to come!" Kelly barks.

"What? And miss all the fun? The party games?" She laughs sardonically, "I don't want to leave anymore. Everyone's ruined my night," she takes off her beige coat and throws it on the chair. "It's my turn to ruin their's. Okay everyone. I've got a game if you're up for it. Skeletons in the closet. Everyone sits in a circle, and the person in the middle has to answer all their questions as honestly as possible. The kind of question is up to you, whatever you feel like asking. Of course, the better the question, the better the game."

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"Go ahead. Ask me anything," Andrea smiles nervously.

"Why does everybody call you 'Awwwndrea?'" Amanda starts.

"Excuse me?"

"What are you, British? I mean... Awwwwndrea?" Amanda guffaws.

"That is pretty pretentious," Kelly adds.

"Kelly," you warn her.

"It's pronounced both ways. But An-dree-uh is a little boring and common. I like to be different."

"Good answer," you smile.

"So, am I through?"

Amanda studies her carefully, "No. Not yet... have you ever slept with a guy before?" What the hell was wrong with this girl?

"That's... a little personal. But uh... no. No, I have never slept with a guy before. Yet."

"Well, if you could sleep with any guy in school, who would it be?"

Andrea chuckles anxiously, looking down at the ground. "Come on, you guys. I can't answer that..."

"Yeah, you can. You can trust us, Andrea... well," you glance at Amanda, "most of us, at least."

"Uh... I don't know. I guess... I guess uh..."

"Brandon?" Kelly cuts in.

"What?" You glare at Kelly.

"No." Andrea answers, "No. Not Brandon. No... it would have to be Hans Fleischman. He is this incredibly gorgeous lifeguard who pulled me out of the water when I was stung by a jellyfish at Zuma beach last summer." You adjust in your seat uncomfortably while the Kelly snickers in disbelief at Andrea. "Hey, what is this? Brandon is just a friend."

"Wait-- wait a second. Is this the same Brandon that's all over her everyday?" Amanda laughs out, "Sweetie... get a life. You like him. Everybody already knows." You sure didn't. "And he likes her." You don't even dare to look up from your thumbs. What the hell were you supposed to do in this situation? Sure, you encouraged her to answer it but you didn't think it would be Brandon. You would feel weird comforting her, but you still feel weird just sitting there and letting her get harrassed.

"Okay... okay. So it-- it is Brandon." Her eyes well up as she stutters through her words. The room is silent for a moment before you hop to your feet.

"Well, this has been a blast," you huff, "I'm gonna go get a soda. Anyone else have plans to seduce my boyfriend? Kelly? Donna? Hey, how about you, Amanda?"

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After Kelly's turn, to which she described her traumatic first sexual experience, and Brenda's where she describes how she betrayed her best friend back in Minneapolis... you were really starting to hate this game.

"Come on, Donna, you've gotta have some secrets," Kelly encourages.

"I don't! I tell you guys everything!"

"If you could go out with any guy in school, who would it be?!" Brenda asks. Let me guess, Brandon?

"Greg Houseman. You know that, she never stops talking about him," Kelly sighs.

"What is the most dishonest thing you've ever done?" You ask, curling your legs up to your chest. She pauses to think for a moment.

"Nothing..."

"Didn't anybody in your family go insane or something? Anything?"

"No... we're all really normal," she shrugs. The thing was, she's right. You've been to her house. Her mother is great, her dad's really nice, her house is perfect... she was completely normal.

"You know what your problem is, Donna?" Amanda prompts, "Your life is totally boring. Anyone who can't dredge up one secret about themselves is either lying or a total zero."

"That is not true," you snap.

"Why, what are you hiding, Y/N/N?"

"Nothing, Amanda."

"Oh, really? That's not what I hear... or what I've seen."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"Get in the circle," she smirks, this time deviously. Dangerously. You follow her orders, moving from the floor to the chair.

"What's your favorite movie?" Brenda asks.

"Rebel without a Cause."

"What's your favorite color?"

"Baby pink," you watch Amanda out of the corner of your eye, getting more and more frustrated at the boring questions.

"Oh, come on! You guys are such a drag!" She leans forward, smirking, "What's going on with you and Dylan McKay?" You look at her confused.

"He's dating her," you gesture towards Brenda, "Not me." Amanda shakes her head immediately, as if she knew you were going to say that.

"Do I need to dumb it down for you, sweetheart? What happened at the Bel Age a few months ago, y'know, when you jumped him?"

"What?" Brenda says quietly, her voice breaking. She looks at you as tears start to brim her eyes.

"Bren, wait a second--"

"Did you sleep with my boyfriend?" Your jaw goes agape and you laugh sourly in shock.

"You really think I'd sleep with Dylan?!" A pit of guilt was forming in your stomach as you tensed up.

"I don't know what to think, Y/N! All I know is you two spend an awful lot of time together alone and now I'm hearing that you pounced on him!" she snaps. Oh my god. You couldn't believe this was happening.

"That's not what happened, Bren!"

"Fine!" She scoffs bitterly, "what happened, then?"

"So, I was at the Bel Age a few months ago, Brandon had just gotten the job at the Peach Pit..."

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"I don't wanna go home yet," you told him. The Porsche rumbled as Dylan warmed it up. He raised an eyebrow at you as he leaned back.

"Where do you want to go?"

"Anywhere you want to take me." Those would be words you would later come to regret. Asking a hot guy with a leather jacket and a Porsche to have his way with you? Bold move. Dumb move, too. He could've taken you anywhere. Baja, the abandoned elementary school, anywhere. But where did he take you? The Bel Age hotel.

When you walked in he popped the radio on and you sat down as a Gloria Estefan song played quietly throughout the hotel room. Dylan was over at the wet bar, pouring himself a glass of scotch. Looking back, it was the only time you'd ever seen him drink something in moderation.

"You drink?" He asked, looking back at you.

"I could start," you shrug. And that was the first of many bad decisions you'd make in that hotel room. He grabs a second pint glass, but you weren't paying much attention to him as he clanked around, trying to pour you something that wouldn't make you gag.

He hands you the concoction and sits down beside you, his legs against yours. A little closer than normal, but you didn't think anything of it. Fidgeting anxiously, you began to drink whatever it was he gave you. It was new, being alone with him like that. Sure, you could hang out with him in groups but... just you and him? You tilted the glass back, letting the smooth and surprisingly digestible liquor flow down your throat until there was nothing left in your glass. This stuff was supposed kill anxiety, right? He eyes you up. Peculiarly, but not critically.

"Thirsty?"

"Yeah, you could say that." He would continue to fill your glass, and his own, for that matter, all night. He'd put on his Road House VHS tape somewhere in the middle. And you were watching it. You really were. But as the movie went on longer, you got closer. A fairly innocent movie night (the first of many) turned into a night full of regrets.

His hand was on your leg right before the first kiss happened, thumb drawing dizzying little circles on your thigh as he watched the movie. You're sure if you showed any signs of discomfort he would've stopped-- that fact gave you peace in the moment. But the last thing you wanted him to do was stop. So he didn't. And neither did you. It wasn't until later, when his lips were trailing down your jaw, hands pushing your dress up, and his own white t-shirt was somewhere on the floor next to you. That's when it came to a crashing halt. Removing his lips from your neck, he sighed.

"What is it?" You asked. The air between you two was intense, sensitive. One move and he'd be back on top of you, starting the cycle all over again.

"What about Minnesota?" He slides you off of his lap in one swift motion, but his hand was lingering on your hip.

"What about Brandon?"

"Come on, you've seen how he is around you. I don't want to get in the way of that, mess anything up."

"You're not messing anything up. If Brandon was interested he would've made a move already."

Cut to you, current day, girlfriend of the mentioned boy, "Hah... whoops."

"But either way... this is a bad idea, isn't it?" You sheepishly picked up the shirt from the floor and handed it back to him. "So," you cleared your throat, "Friends?"

"Yeah," he chuckled, fiddling with the shirt in his hand. The energy in the room was different then, awkward. Laughable. But friendly.

"And that was it," you finish, "We're friends. Kissing him now would be no different than kissing Donna or Kelly."

"You wouldn't have kissed him if you didn't like him!"

"I do like him. As a friend," you plead, "Bren, I've been supporting you guys since day one, I would never do something to hurt you." You search her eyes for something. A little bit of waivering, forgiveness, pity. Anything at this point. Stupid Amanda and her stupid skeleton game. Brenda avoids your gaze for a moment.

"And nothing's happened since then?" She chokes out. You see her shoulders rise and fall as she takes in a shaky breath.

"Nothing's happened since then."

She lets out a deep sigh, almost out of relief, but tears are still threatening to spill from her eyes "Okay... I guess I understand." As she says that, it's like every muscle in your body lets go of the stress it had been holding for the past few weeks. You really hate secrets.

"Uh, Bren... I have a confession to make," Kelly pipes up from the side of the room, "After you started going out with Dylan I tried to get a date with him." Oh shit.

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genderbent!rfa +v and saeran with a male!mc? genderbends give me a life worth living (not really but still lolol). i'd especially feel bad for jaehee, bc he'd have to deal with a chat of extremely extra girls for about two years... yikes. thanks in advance!

Yoosung:

she is so dramatic

every time someone contradicts her she’s ready to fight

she is the kind of girl who is afraid of talking about her period and will go bright red if anyone mentions it

she wears skirts but always tops them with oversized sweaters

always has her hands in her pockets

doesn’t like makeup

doesn’t know what a hairbrush is

she slays the hairpins though

in the chat she’s constantly talking about her celebrity crushes and has posters everywhere

hell she has a crush on her own LOLOL character

also plays otome games

MC pampers her with presents

she loves going up to him while he’s cooking and hugging him from behind

she’s the little spoon of course

and loves it when MC plays with her hair

calls MC daddy

Zen:

doesn’t go out without makeu

has the biggest boobs

which she is not afraid to show by wearing tight clothes with long v-necks

she does squats

and yoga

sends provocative selfies in the chatroom and everyone is so sick of it

except Jaehee omg

and MC

he loves her body, her curves, everything about her resembles a goddess

and she loves to show it off in their private time

she lap dances for MC all the time

and sings in the shower like the real Zen

she wears red lingerie a lot

a lot of thongs

she’s extremely romantic and, although she’s always on a diet and encourages MC to eat healthily too, she can’t help but buy him chocolate all the time

when she’s with Jumin she rolls her eyes constantly

and makes remarks on her expensive accessories and how she doesn’t deserve them because she doesn’t realize how valuable they are

and she “doesn’t know how a true lady should wear them”

always stuffs her handbag so that she can use it to hit those catcallers in the face

Jaehee:

he’s so done with life 99% of the time

he looks so gOOD IN A SUIT??

and he is such a gentleman

secretly good at ballet

every time he opens the chat room he sighs

all these girls talking about their bra problems or their periods

he’s really not that interested

especially because he’s G A Y

any time he talks in the chatroom is to act like Jumin’s dad and remind her that she has work to do

or to chat in an extremely gay way with his extremely gay boyfriend MC

buys him flowers and finds time to cook for him

he’s the bottom though

Zen to him is like Beyoncè or Gaga to most gays

he has posters of her everywhere and forces MC to watch her performances together

which MC is kinda indifferent about

bUT HE FULLY SUPPORTS HIS FRIEND SO HE WATCHES AND CHEERS FOR HER

Jumin:

such a diva

always waits for someone to open doors for he

and holds out her hand every time she is introduced to a man until they kiss it

as I said, a diva

she drags the shit out of Zen

but with class

because she is S U P E R I O R

always wears expensive jewelry and those really tiny but stylish clutches where nothing fits

but who needs a big bag when all you need is your phone and your credit card

oh also lipstick

she always wears dark red lipstick

and slays it

she’s had multiple men offer her money to have sex with her

and she was absolutely disgusted

but she’s too nice and S U P E R I O R to slap somebody in the face

so she always has bodyguards with her

her relationship with MC is extremely romantic

much different from the other relationships she has

and in bed she dominates MC and he loves it

she especially likes leaving lipstick markings all over the man’s chest and neck

and obviously won’t admit it but, despite being the giver in the relationship, she wouldn’t mind receiving roses from her boyfriend every day

he just likes roses okay

707:

dat ass

Nicki Minaj who

twerks a lot

has like 6 secret tumblr blogs where she reblogs memes and writes gay fanfic

loves cosplay of course

wears aesthetic clothes

loves baggy jumpers and hats

extra af

she likes making herself pretty for her boyfriend

so she tries many different hairstyles and makeup looks all the time

loves taking pictures

and often asks MC to help her with cosplay photoshoots or regular ones

has names for her boobs

and for MC’s boy parts

in the chatroom she always sends pictures of the outfits she wants to buy and cannot afford because of all the money she spends for her car

is jealous of Zen’s boobs but mocks Yoosung for being the flattest

loves wearing sunglasses and acting mysterious because she’s a secret agent

and hugs her sister all the time

lowkey into phone sex

uses send nudes memes

and it seemed ironic at first

but it wasn’t

also has a vine account

i know vine is dead but fem!707 would totally have one shh

and gets MC into cosplay because she wants to do couple ones

couple goals

V:

stylish af

and she has the clearest skin

likes wearing cute outfits with short skirts and wool sweaters or blouses in pastel colors

once tried giving herself pigtails

MC loved it so much that he basically forced her to wear them every day

not that she didn’t like it

she felt cute in them

she loves taking pictures of course

snapchats her meals

she paints her nails herself

with pastel or light colors

and her makeup is always quite natural but still a work of art

i mean her face is a work of art in itself but she paints another work of art over it

very cuddly with her boyfriend

and makes cute videos of them kissing while laying sleepily on the bed

bought matching friendship bracelets for Jumin and herself

Jumin never leaves home without it

hell she never takes it off

neither does V

she’s very shy when it comes to intimacy but is also very sensitive to MCs touch

despite her innocent looks she is an amazing dirty talker

MC is shook every time

very responsible and generous

when she goes out with Jumin and Seven she ends up paying for everything the latter wants even though Jumin is the rich one

she has the brightest smile and the cutest laugh but she’s very self conscious so she tries to show them as seldom as possible

luckily MC is great at making her laugh

even if what it takes is a tickle war

Saeran:

emo to the extremo

owns a lot of band merch

eye pencil is a must

no makeup other than that

except for mascara purple or black lipstick in special occasions

she loves eating AND making ice cream

but she needs to keep her tough facade so that she can defend her boyfriend from all the hoes that try to hit on him

when she’s alone with MC she really enjoys wearing cuter, girlier clothes

it was weird to her at the beginning but she started to love it when she received a VERY positive response from her boyfriend

very shy and blushy

wears flower crowns at home all the time

likes being cuddled by her boyfriend and doing activities together

she’s always the one who organizes dates

but the thing she enjoys the most is just chilling on the couch

when she feels lonely while hacking she asks MC to sit on her chair and let her sit on his lap

it’s usually at night so he sleepily rests his head on her back and falls asleep with his arms around her waist

she loves it

and when she’s done she stands up and gently kisses her boyfriend to wake him

then grabs his hand and leads him to their bed

and tucks him in before snuggling close to him

he’s still half asleep at this point so he doesn’t even realize it

but she’s really carin and loving and S O F T so she takes care of him in exchange for his support while she’s hacking

always pulls her sister’s hair to tease her

and it always turns into full on fights full of scratching and slapping

they love each other though

it’s playful

sort of

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[sage-nebula]

i enjoy it a lot, absolutely! not just because of the wishshipping (even though that's a big part of it), but also because i really love seeing jou in his work environment! the dialogue there is natural and it definitely feels like how my first job out of retail was, in a job that i enjoyed! the interaction between jou and the staff was great and it just felt really organic. it makes me want to know more about jous days there and i'd be down for minor ficbit series about days in the station, tbh

This all makes me very happy to hear, thank you so much!! I’ve got the biggest smile on my face right now. ♥ I’m really quite attached to my future headcanons for Jounouchi, as far as his career goes, because I honestly did put a lot of thought into it and picked something that I thought would suit him. I’m also happy that the dialogue all felt natural, particularly since Jounouchi does so much talking due to him being a radio show host, and so I remember being a bit concerned that it might feel like a bit much to people! I’m glad that it didn’t, though. Maybe I will write more about his time at the station at some point; it’s always a possibility! It’s not quite the same, but I do have a work-in-progress ficlet wherein he is broadcasting live from a games conference (one similar to E3 or the like), and he has an interview with Yuugi set up about a game that Yuugi’s company is releasing. I was going to touch it up more before posting it, but, well—here:

“Before you go in there, I have a suggestion,” Bakura said, and when Jounouchi looked back at him with his eyebrows raised, he said, “You might want to try flirting less.”

Jounouchi looked indignant, or at the very least appalled. “Flirting? What?”

“I agree,” Jounouchi’s cameraman said flatly, and Jounouchi scoffed.

“Get out of here, I don’t flirt with Yuugi,” he said, and after a half second amended, “During interviews, at least.”

“Last year you sat smiling at him in silence for nearly two whole minutes after he answered your question,” Bakura said. “The other MalleaBoundary representative had to ask you if you had any more questions to remind you to continue.”

“Well, he gave a good answer!” Jounouchi said defensively. “There’s nothing wrong with smiling at a good answer, and there’s nothing flirty about it, either.”

“I know I’m far from an expert in romance, but even I know there’s something flirtatious about smiling at someone for that long after they answer your question,” Bakura said. “My only point is that—”

“Yeah, yeah, I got it,” Jounouchi said, and he waved Bakura’s concerns off. “Look, I know what I’m doing, all right? See this press pass?” He jerked his press pass around by the lanyard. “I’m a professional. I can handle it. C’mon, Kitanabe, let’s get in there. Check you later, Bakura.”

“I’ll be here,” Bakura said with a sigh. Jounouchi’s cameraman, Kitanabe, shook his head at Bakura with a long-suffering expression as he followed Jounouchi into the room, and Bakura settled back so that he could watch the live stream on the large television set up just outside of it.

With any luck, Jounouchi would take his words to heart. With any luck, Jounouchi would remain strictly professional throughout the entire interview.

- - -

He didn’t.

The interview started off well enough, Bakura thought, aside from the way both Jounouchi and Yuugi grinned in a way that suggested they were holding back laughter as they addressed each other as “Mutou-san” and “Jounouchi-san.” Yuugi gave an overview of the game as the other MalleaBoundary representative set it up, and then gave a quick overview of the controls as a controller was passed to Jounouchi.

“Right, and then to access your reserve inventory, you’d want to click the R3 button,” Yuugi said, and he scooted closer to Jounouchi as he said it, leaning over him so that he could tap the R3 button in Jounouchi’s stead.

Short of being annoyed at having his personal space so thoroughly invaded, Jounouchi looked over at Yuugi with a smile and said brightly, “Thanks!”

Yuugi smiled back, and despite the fact that they were sitting so close their shoulders were touching, didn’t move back to his original seat. “No problem.”

Bakura resisted the urge to put his face in his hands.

They talked a bit more about the game’s features, with Jounouchi pulling items out of the reserve inventory in order to navigate the expansive world map, but—just as Bakura knew it would—the tenuous grasp they had on professionalism crumbled the minute they started talking about the ideas behind the game, rather than the game itself.

“The initial idea was to give players the ability to expand on the game world—not just in what they could do within it, but in what they could do to the world itself,” Yuugi said. “Over the years I’ve found that it’s usually a strict dichotomy: either you have games where the entire purpose is to build and create, or you have games where you can’t do that at all outside of whatever items you can craft for your character. I wanted to create a game world that’s much like an open world RPG for all intents and purposes—or even an open world action/adventure game, really—but that you can also shape and craft much like a sandbox creation game. You don’t have to in order to progress, but if you want to, say, create a new mountain range, you can unlock magic and features that let you do that. If you want to drain the ocean, you can do that. You can shape this world as you see fit, or you can leave it as is. We’re even working on implementing a feature that would allow players to shape the internal laws of the game’s universe to their liking, should they figure out how to do it. Like if, you know, they wanted to turn off gravity in certain areas so they could fly, and NPCs would too—they can do that. Because I feel that, aside from the dichotomy you often see in games, each player also has something special to them. They have a world of their own, and they have to find a way to reconcile the world they have with the world they live in. This game lets them do that, in game form. They aren’t creating everything from scratch like they would in a creation sandbox game, but they’re shaping what’s already there, just like they would in real life. I wanted to try and express that, or give them the ability to do that, with this game.”

Jounouchi had simply smiled at Yuugi throughout his explanation, and—much like last year—his smile was warm, soft, and so full of affection Bakura wasn’t sure how anyone could construe it as anything but. Unlike last year, Jounouchi seemed to catch himself once Yuugi was finished speaking, but the response he gave wasn’t (in Bakura’s opinion) any better in the professionalism department than his silence had been the previous year. “You’re amazing, you know that?”

The other game developers in the room exchanged glances, the cameraman cleared his throat, Yuugi beamed at Jounouchi and Bakura put his face in his hands.

“Uh, I mean, that concept for a game is amazing!” Jounouchi said quickly. “And your ability, Mutou-san, to come up with that concept, is amazing. That’s what I meant. Of course.”

“Of course,” Yuugi said, but when Bakura looked back at the screen, he saw that Yuugi was still beaming. “And I think you’re amazing as well, Jounouchi-san. And by that I mean your reporting is amazing. Of course.”

“Of course,” Jounouchi replied, grinning back.

Bakura sighed and closed his eyes. “Social media is going to have a field day with this one,” he muttered.

“They already are,” said a voice to Bakura’s right. Bakura looked over to see that, at some point, Mokuba had joined him, though Mokuba’s eyes were on his phone instead of the screen. Without prompting, he held the phone over so that Bakura could read Mokuba’s Shakr dash, which—as Mokuba had said—was filled with people commentating on the interview, as well as screencaps and gifsets of the same.

“How are they making gifsets this quickly?” Bakura asked.

“They’re always this fast for Yuugi’s events. Nintendo’s, too,” Mokuba said. “But since it’s Jounouchi interviewing him they’re bound to be even faster. You know how people are.”

“Yes, I do,” Bakura said. He looked back at the screen to see that they had started up the co-op part of the demonstration, and had slid into easy banter over how each of them had chosen to equip their characters, as well as what their first demonstration of co-op mode was going to be. “For what it’s worth, I did try to warn Jounouchi-kun before he went in there.”

Mokuba snorted. “That’s a lost cause, but good job trying anyway. It’s whatever, I’m sure they’re used to it by now, if they even notice.”

“If they aren’t, they’ll have to be soon, considering this isn’t the first time it’s happened.” Bakura glanced over at Mokuba’s phone screen again, and after a moment said, “Would you do me a favor and reblog that last gifset? I want to tag them in it.”

Mokuba grinned. “Can do.”

[doberbutts]

I'm not a dogblr (actually not really an anything-blr, just lurking and liking) and I don't post or reblog anything (for various reasons) but I'd just like to apologize for immediately taking sides in that whole shitstorm earlier-I read a few replies and vagueblogs about you and others without actually reading the original post/responses and jumped to a conclusion (which I find is unfortunately common here tbh). After reading everything later I realized that my view of the situation was (1/2)

(2/2) limited and unfairly biased and that you hadn’t actually done any of the things you were being accused of. I really respect and admire you and am glad I wasn’t a complete ignorant shitstain and ended up reading everything that went down, because I look up to you both as a dogblr as well as a person and I would hate for something silly (and unfounded) like that to screw with that. (I also learned that I’m a lazy piece of shit who needs to look at all the facts and not just angry vagueblogs)

I have quite a few followers with empty blogs that lurk and like- hello to you too!

Thank you for that. I’m still not really sure why everything went down the way it did. The entire situation was blown way out of proportion by a handful of people that I don’t even interact with and I don’t think ever have outside of maybe answering a few ask games, so it’s strange to me how they could claim they have some sort of intimate knowledge of my personal history or of my personality. And then people who I have spoken to, made nice with and chatted about dogs, join in saying how I am always mean and elitist and rude and they’ve been waiting to run me off tumblr for a while- that’s cool I guess it’s great knowing that I can’t trust anyone on this site.

Also I like the handful of anons who were going around saying they knew me from another site where I was always rude and mean- let’s see, the only other site you would “know me” from is chickensmoothie, and the people on there that don’t like me include:

the chick who has a bajillion animals in absolutely filthy cages that she’s incapable of caring for and so several of them have died from completely preventable things (told her to improve her husbandry before getting more animals)

the chick who bred a crippled hideous ambully to another crippled hideous ambully that died at a year old and kept two puppies with severe cleft palates for breeding (doesn’t like that I disapprove of breeding a dog with no health testing to a dog with crippling swayback, or that breeding deformed puppies is probably bad)

the chick with the dogs that keep killing her livestock that keeps getting more livestock that her dogs keep killing (maybe don’t let your dogs interact with your livestock and I’ll stop saying that it’s a bad idea?)

the chick with the “registered service dog” patterdale/APBT that keeps calling her mutt a purebred because she’s more game than any pure APBT and registration ID cards make things easier for her so she doesn’t care it makes things harder for literally everyone else (because both APBT and SD teams have things hard enough as it is)

the chick in a country where “pit bulls” and all bully breeds are banned claiming that her unpapered off color bbms are purebred APBT (your blue and blue brindle BBMs are mutts that are very illegal for you to have and you don’t sound at all knowledgeable to claim them as pure)

and maybe one of my exes and their ex gf (messy breakup, messier breakup)

oh yeah and the like 5 whiny white people who were mad that I told them that they didn’t get to sit there and tell a black person what is and isn’t racism, and the one otherkin kid that tried to convince me they have it worse because being otherkin is just like being trans except they’ll never be an animal and I can have a surgery to make me a dude, and the one white vegan that said she hoped my ancestors knew I betrayed them by making Creed into a slave- but I doubt they did anything with dogblr

All of whom I haven’t spoken to for close to a year or more now because I got tired of that site’s drama and left. Yes. Wonderful judges of character, wouldn’t you say?

But it really bothers me because I know you aren’t the only person who had this reaction, and this defamation of character + harassment + betrayal was a little too out of control over two sentences, an apology, and a “hey btw could you not register your dog”. Especially not considering only a few hours earlier I’d chased an actual neo-nazi off my blog with a lot more respect than that, and if my recent “punch all nazis” posts are anything for you to go by then you’d know that I have absolutely no respect for that shit. Somehow a gay, disabled, black dude was able to handle telling a nazi to fuck off a lot better than dogblr was able to handle a situation that didn’t need to explode but it’s cool it’s fine I’m good everything’s peachy.

Because you know it’s not like we didn’t have a ~educate, don’t hate~ and ~don’t send anon hate it’s mean~ kick going on but I guess that only matters for some blogs.

And the absolute kicker in all this is that one of the folks who started the shenanigans followed me a week after I turned my blog back on and occasionally reblogs or likes my things, but never offered an apology. So I guess I’m a rude elitist mean asshole when it suits their public narrative but when it comes down to it they think they’re entitled to interact with my blog as though nothing’s wrong with absolutely no “hey so that was pretty uncalled for”. Funny that.

I apologize- I’m sure you didn’t mean to unleash the torrent of salt but I am quite bitter and am reminded of how bitter I am about this every time I see that url pop up in my notifications or sit there in my recent followers.