#but I wanted to let ya'll in on my process a bit

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Some Wips that I may or may not finish. The first one is a poster for @princeanxious's fic- The Lost Guardian. The sketch is rather rough and there's some posing that I'd probably rework if I ever got the time. The second one is a poster for one of my Friend's original works based around our little crew's adventures in his world. Said friend is the cool as heck guy with the gun shooting out that glass. (He has gone on record multiple times to say that I have made him look too cool, but imo he is hella cool. I would say give him some love but I don't recall if he's on Tumblr at all. Otherwise I would be tagging him. ( I do plan on finishing this piece btw. Got a big one to finish first) And the last picture is a lot of that same group's adventures playing Goose Goose Duck with my elder sisters. It was a lot of fun and everyone had some hecking cool geese outfits ( I'm the yellow duck. and my friend is the dark red one. My elder sisters are the green and black ducks).

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♡ Ｔｅａｓｅ ♡

♡ Pairing: dom!boyfriend!bang chan x sub!chubby!fem!reader

♡ Genre: angst/smut/fluff

♡ Summary: Lately your boyfriend's been spending a bit too much time with his friends and you're beginning to feel ignored so you decide that you'll get his attention by any means necessary. But are you really willing to go through with it and how will Chan react when he realizes exactly what you're up to?

♡ Word Count: 3.3k-ish

♡ Warnings: dom/sub dynamic, jealousy, pet names (baby, good girl, bad girl), kissing, manhandling, oral sex (f receiving), penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, rough sex, fingering, spanking, thigh slapping, dirty talk, Chan has a kink for you watching him, and that should be all my darlings.

♡ A/N: I received an anon request for some dom Channie vibes of this variety so here we are. As always, I really hope that I did a good job with this and yes my inbox is indeed open to requests or just stopping by to say hello. Anyway, let me hush up. Hope ya'll enjoy it, babes 💜

You aren’t a brat.

Okay, maybe you are just a little bit, but that doesn’t mean that your frustration with Chan isn’t justified. You get it. His friends are important to him. The time that he spends with them is sacred and you’d never want to do anything to get in the way of that. Chan’s always been good at keeping the balance, hanging with his friends without cutting into how much attention he gives you. But lately that balance has been severely lacking and you can’t help but feel neglected.

With everyone’s schedules opening up, the guys coming over once or twice a week has turned into a nightly event, hardly leaving space for the romance you’re accustomed to. You’ve tried to drop a few hints here and there that you’d like more alone time with him but it seems to fall on deaf ears. Exhausted with trying a gentler approach, you’ve cooked up another way to grab his attention. 

You aren’t a brat. 

Okay, maybe you are, more than a little bit, but that doesn’t mean that what you’re about to do to Chan isn’t justified. 

“Babe, could you bring me a glass of water?” Chan shouts over his shoulder, fingers tapping away at his laptop. 

He’d usually get up and get it for himself but he’s too in the zone for that tonight. This is how he gets when he’s working on a song. He spends hours in the bedroom, glued to his desk, frying his retinas with the computer screen. 

“Of course, Channie! One sec!” you shout back, your voice sweet enough to make him crack a faint smile. You’re always there for him, always so willing to help with even the smallest tasks. He wonders how he got a girl like you. A sweetheart to the core. 

The pitter patter of your feet trails down the hallway and you’re right over his shoulder, setting an ice cold glass of water down on the table for him. “Nice and cold for you” you smile, rustling his messy brown hair. 

Without looking, Chan rubs your arm, leaning his head against your soft belly, “Thank you, baby. Oh, before I forget, Bin and Han are coming over tonight. They should be here in, hmm, an hour. Could you just let them in when they get here?”

“That’s totally not a problem. I’ll let them right in” you say, gracing him with a kiss on the top of the head before heading back for the kitchen. Chan’s brain automatically shifts back to the task at hand, determined to apply the last few tweaks to the song before he plays it for the guys. 

Stopping yourself before you hit the doorway you turn on your heels, smiling from ear to ear, “Hey, baby, I was gonna order a pizza. Can I grab your card real quick?”

“Hmm?” he asks, processing your request on a delay, “Uh, of course, here.” 

Fishing his wallet from the pocket of his sweatpants, he turns to hand it to you and sees something that makes his heart stop. You’re naked. Not fully naked but in his eyes you might as well be. You’re standing in the doorway with the most innocent smile on your face and the skimpiest clothes he’s ever seen you in. 

You’re rocking a pair of skin tight shorts that ride your hips deliciously, nearly choking your plush thighs. They’re riding up high enough that there’s simply no way you have panties on underneath them and you definitely don’t.

The crop top you’ve got on barely constitutes a shirt. It’s more of a thin strip of material covering your bare tits, placing your perky nipples at serious risk of popping out. And you’re standing there like it’s nothing, your fluffy breasts nearly bouncing out of your crop top as you skip over to grab his wallet. 

His gaze dances over you with a seriousness that has the tiny hairs on the back of your neck standing up. “Did you plan on changing or…”

“Changing?” you laugh, filing through his wallet to find his credit card, “Why would I change? Bin and Han basically live here at this point. I’m sure they won’t mind.”

At last getting your hands on his card, you toss the wallet back into his lap and turn to leave but he grabs for you wrist. “You need to change…now” he commands, his jaw tightening. Why you’re acting so oblivious is beyond him but the clock is ticking on his friends’ arrival and he’s in no mood for games. Whatever your issue is you need to get over it quickly before his patience runs out. 

“Why should I?” you snap, snatching your arm free of his grasp. The next thing that comes out of your mouth is purely out of bitterness. It shouldn’t be said, you know it the moment you taste the words on the tip of your tongue, but by the time you realize your mistake it’s too late. “Just because you don’t want me anymore doesn’t mean someone else won’t.” 

The laptop slams shut, almost making you jump out of your skin. Chan rises to face you, the gentle brown of his eyes darkening as he backs you into the bed. “What did you say?”

“I said that…I said…nothing. I said nothing” you stutter, instantly feeling much less confident in your plan. 

“You said ‘Just because you don’t want me anymore’” he repeats, nearly choking on the words himself, “Why would you say that? Why would you ever think for a moment that I don’t want you?”

“Because you barely touch me anymore” you sigh, flopping down on the edge of the bed. You almost crumble at your own admission, hugging yourself for comfort. “Most days you’re too busy on your laptop or with your friends to even look at me and it makes me feel, I don’t know, like you don’t want me anymore.” 

Chan kneels down in front of you, taking your hands into his, and you can feel the tension in the room soften. Ignoring you was never his intention. The knowledge that you ever felt unwanted is like a bullet to the heart. He’d gotten so swept up in everything else that he took for granted the fact that you’re always there, right by his side. A mistake he regrets more than anything as he watches tears prick the corners of your eyes. 

“Baby, I’m sorry. I didn’t know. I do want you. I’ll always want you” he swears, staring into your eyes so that you feel every single word he says. “I love you. You know that, yeah?”

You nod, knowing that, even if he can be annoying, Chan would never bullshit you. That isn’t who he is. “Yeah, I know. I love you too.”

Chan drops down to his knees, palms clasped together in flawless begging formation, “So give me a chance to make this right, please?” He pokes out his bottom lip, making big brown puppy dog eyes, “Pretty please?”

It’s impossible not to giggle at how cute he is. Only a few minutes ago you were pissed enough to bite his head off, now all you want to do is kiss him. You hate how you can never stay mad at this man but deep down inside you never wanted to be. You only wanted him. 

“Ugh, fine” you huff, arms folded across your chest, “But don’t let it happen again, okay?”

Chan inches towards you, his poked out bottom lip ghosting yours, “It will never happen again. Cross my heart. Can I get a smile?”

“No” you refuse, turning your attention to the art on the walls or anything else in the room to distract you from the way that handsome face turns you into a pool of jelly. 

“No? You sure?” he asks, pressing his full rosy lips to your neck. That first point of contact gives you goosebumps and you quiver in spite of yourself. Chan kisses his way up your neck, his lips so feathery against your skin that it tickles, shaking that smile right out of you.

Chan wraps his arms around you, biceps flexing as he brings you in closer, “There she is. There’s my girl.”

“Not fair. You cheated” you giggle, wiggling in his grasp. Your attempt at getting away is half hearted at best. You’re right where you want to be. 

Chan sprinkles kisses all over your face. Your forehead, your cheeks, your lips, until you’re all wet with kisses and reduced to a giggling mess. 

“Oh, wait, I’ve gotta text the guys” he gasps, abruptly rushing back over to the desk and picking his phone up. For a fleeting moment you feel deflated. An entire conversation and his friends are still the first thing on his mind. But as he turns around your fears are immediately put to rest.

“I told them not to come,” he says, tucking his phone into one of the drawers. 

You perk up, giddy with joy, “Wait, are you serious?” 

Chan hovers over you, taking your squishy cheeks into the palms of his hands. “Of course I am, baby” he coos, beaming down at you, “I can see them whenever but tonight I wanna be with you. I was thinking maybe we could go out to dinner.”

“Dinner? Ooh, I have the perfect dress!” You’re ready to rush to the closet and throw together a quick outfit but Chan gently pushes you back down onto the bed, refusing to move an inch out of your way. 

There’s a fire in his gaze, like a starving animal who just spotted the most delectable prey. “Were you really gonna wear that in front of them tonight?”

You sit in silence, calculating the answer in your head before you slip up again and say the wrong thing. Technically you hadn’t thought the plan through that far. Would you have actually done it? 

“I just wanted to make you a little jealous.” 

“Make me jealous when you could’ve just talked to me? That’s not what good girls do, is it?” he scolds, his voice low and stern as he brushes the hair away from your face. Tension floods the room once more, putting you back on edge. He strokes your cheek, tracing it with his thumb, “I want you to lay back.”

“But I…” you stutter, fighting to explain yourself. 

Chan leans down, kissing you hungrily, his tongue darting into your mouth to perform a delicate dance with yours. “I said lay back, don’t make me ask again, okay?”

His aggression causes heat to pulse through you, pooling right between your thighs. Not daring to make him ask again, you lay back, propped up on your elbows as you slip all the way back on the bed. Chan watches you closely, on the verge of salivating at how your eager breasts bounce with every movement. “Spread your legs.” 

At last you have a definite answer to his question. Were you really gonna wear that tonight? Hell no. How could you wear something like this in front of Bin and Han when you’re dying of shyness in front of a man who's seen you naked a thousand times?

Heart racing, you do as you’re told, bending your knees and spreading your legs open for him. The cool air in the room blows against your core, confirming what you already know. You’re wet, dripping all over these brand new shorts. Chan kneels between your legs, fingers pressing into the fat of your thighs to spread you wider. He licks his lips, a subconscious reaction to seeing the imprint of your perfect pussy lips through the thin material that only gets wetter the more he stares.

Your face is too pretty and innocent for a girl intent on being this slutty. It’s a dynamic that has his cock stiffening behind those black sweatpants. You have no idea the restraint it takes not to drag you to the edge of the bed and fuck you. Everything inside of him is saying to devour you but he needs to play with his food a little bit more first. 

“I need you to give me a real answer, baby” he whispers, hooking two fingers beneath the material covering your soaked entrance. He drags his knuckles lightly along your slit and they glide smoothly through your arousal, teasing your twitching core. You throw your head back, pouting cutely as you squeeze your thighs together, desperate for more of that tingling sensation. 

Chan forces your legs back open, a palm coming down on your inner thigh, slapping it harshly. “Look at me.”

You wince at the pain, loving it at the same time, and pop your head up to regain eye contact. You can feel your nipples grow rigid, peeking out enough to glimpse as your crop top rides up. 

“You aren’t to ever take your eyes off of me. Understood?” Chan says, dragging his knuckles up to brush your tender clit. 

“I…I understand” you whine, nails raking the sheets, pleasure rippling through you. 

Spreading his fingers, Chan scissors them around your clit, smearing your slick through the warmth of your folds. “Now tell me, were you gonna walk around dressed like this all night?” he asks, rolling your clit between his fingers. The whimpers you let out only encourage him to put more pressure on your clit, the arousal visibly trickling from your core and onto the sheets. 

“You were gonna flash them this pretty little cunt, hmm? I thought it was all mine” he says, feigning disappointment. He drags his fingers back down to your entrance, slowly easing them into you until your body’s purring. 

“It’s yours. All yours” you moan, biting down on your lip. Your walls are so greedy, eating those fingers right up. It’s been weeks since you felt his touch and it’s nothing short of ecstasy to have his hands on you. Inside of you. You arch your back and your tits pop right out of your top, jiggling sensually as he works you with his fingers. 

Chan kisses the inside of your knee, bringing his thumb up to toy with your clit again, “Louder for me, baby. Tell me who you belong to.” He curls his fingers against your cushy walls, his fingertips tapping at your sweet spot. Your body just wants to collapse and let him toy with your needy pussy as much as he wants but you remember the rules. Your eyes are never to leave him. Ever. 

“I belong to you, Channie! I’m yours!” you cry out as he picks up the pace, the veins in his arm becoming all the more defined by the force he uses to drive his fingers into your core. Resting your foot on his thigh, you inch over to rub his bulge and he groans, his eyes ready to roll back in his head. He thanks the heavens that his sweatpants are black otherwise you’d have known how hard you had him ages ago. 

“What’s mine?” he asks, nearly falling off rhythm from how well you tease his cock. All of the blood rushes from his head to his cock, pushing the band of his sweatpants to its limit. 

You clench around his fingers, shifting your hips down further to grind against his hand, “This pussy is yours, Channie. I want you to take it.” Your voice is the sexiest thing he’s ever heard. It’s dripping with enough need that he can’t deny you.

Chan dives face first between your thighs, tearing the flimsy shorts right off of you, and taking a mouthful of your cunt. The slurping sounds are borderline insane. You’re sticky and sweet coating his tongue, nice and warm as you slip down his throat. You squirm beneath him, burying your fingers in his hair, crying out his name as he laps at your pussy.

You do your best, try your absolute hardest, not to look away from him but you can’t keep your eyes from clenching closed. It’s been so long, it feels so fucking good. You’re barely holding onto your sanity let alone maintaining control over your body. 

Chan tilts his head up, suckling at your clit, “I guess we don’t wanna listen tonight.” He pulls his mouth away, releasing your clit with a pop. 

“Noooo” you whine at the loss, forcing your teary eyes back open, “I…I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.”

“I know you didn’t” he sympathizes, rising from the bed to shed his clothing. If there were ever a moment you took your eyes off of him it definitely wouldn’t be now. You didn’t think you could get wetter but seeing your boyfriend standing there naked—muscles on full display, swollen cock dripping arousal between your feet—proves you wrong.

Chan grabs you by the ankles, dragging you right to the edge of the bed, “You just need a little help, that’s all.”

Sandwiching himself between your legs, he aligns the tip with your entrance and grabs you by the chin, pushing your cheeks together so that your lips poke out a tiny bit. “So fucking pretty” he hisses, shuddering at how tight you are when he pops the tip in.

You let out a moan that borders on a whimper and he grins, thrusting into you hard enough that your whole body jiggles from the force. Your eyes squeeze shut and he slaps you on the ass, “Stay with me, baby. I want you to watch what happens to girls who try to make their boyfriends jealous.” 

He dips his hips down, switching to an angle even more lethal, and thrusts into you harder this time, bottoming out. Your lids shoot open, glossy eyes wide open as he drills into you. Every stroke of his cock between your gushing walls is like an art, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

“You feel so fucking good” he hums, his free hand reaching between your legs to pet your cunt. “I’ll always want you. Always want this gorgeous face and…fuck…this pussy.” 

His grip on your face is so tight that your words come out jumbled, only breathy moans escaping your lips. He’s so deep inside of you that you’d swear you could feel it in your stomach, right there where all the tension’s building. Your mind’s spinning, core spasming around his cock. You’re fucked out already, your lids growing heavier and almost closing. Just almost. But you force them back open, taking his cock and following instructions like a…

“Good girl” he coos, rubbing your clit faster and faster. Your body jerks, your hands clasping around his arm, and he knows you’re close. “Cum for me. I wanna feel you gush around this cock.” 

Chan lets go of your face, grabbing your plush hips to keep you in place, hips snapping in rhythm with your broken moans. He leans in to plant sloppy open mouthed kisses between your breasts, capturing your mouth with his.

“Channie, I’m…I’m…” you gasp, losing your words as a wave of heat washes over you, leaving you creaming down his length, his thickness stretching your walls to the brink. 

Chan snakes his fingers into your hair, forcing you to stick to your word. He watches your eyes as they light up at the release, fighting to stay open then widening again when he spills into you, swelling you up with his cum.

He keeps you just like this, staring into your eyes until you can’t take it anymore and your head falls back in surrender. Rolling off of you, he cuddles up beside you, both of you high enough that you’re floating. 

“You’re my favorite person in the world” he says, kissing you sweetly. 

“You’re mine too." You crack a weak smile against his lips, “Soooo, did you still wanna grab something to eat?”

“I mean, I already ate” he grins, dipping a finger into your lingering wetness and licking it off, “But I could go for some more.”

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soft coat

fernando alonso

tags: smut/pwp, selkie au, selkie!reader, divorced!fernando, pregnancy, pregnant!reader, cowgirl position, loving

a/n: i'm writing a very long fic set in a selkie au, but this is just a little something for ya'll since the idea was so popular <3

"my love!" you heard fernando as you were outside. it was summer time and you were hanging up the laundry for the week. it had been nicer the last few days. it wouldn't be much longer before you had your pup. the swell to your middle was impressive, you were indefinably carrying a selkie pup.

he came down the steps and said, "your coat is dry inside." he approached you from where you were between the rows of clotheslines. he hung up your coat inside, your seal fur that you protected with your life. and fernando by extension protected it too. it was an extension of you. he placed it over your shoulders while you hung up one of his shirts. and got his arms around you, he felt your bump.

you had been more close to your coat since you got pregnant. it had been hard to transform from seal to human with another life inside of you. so your coat was a good way to feel closer to the sea while not being fully transformed. so fernando did everything he could to make sure that this entire process was comfortable for you.

"let me help you, you relax." he said softly to you. but you stayed close by. leaned down to hand him clothes and clothespins. he thought it was adorable as he finished up quickly. then the two of you went back inside.

you had met fernando over the previous summer. you had got yourself onto his boat and kept eating his fish. you were hungry and he was right there! and then slowly over time you grew closer to him until you showed him your human form. and from there you fell in love. now you were carrying his child.

and like how you lured him in, he lured you into the bedroom so he could make sure you were taking breaks and having rest. but once you got into the bedroom with your coat on the bed to get comfortable on top of. but you pulled your human husband close to you.

you were both laid on the fur with your hands on his bearded face and pressing a series of kisses along the tops of his cheeks. you made cute squeaky noises as you kissed him and he simply melted into your touch. his life had changed so much since you met, but he wouldn't have changed a single aspect of it. he loved that you were with him, that he had you to love.

you soon reached for the belt of his jeans and got it off while he worked his white t-shirt off of him. you kissed across his strong chest and he shuddered under your affection. his hand found your middle and he sighed contently.

"are you alright to do this, we don't have to do anything you don't want to do." he kept his hand on your middle and leaned in close to you, "i need to make sure you're okay."

you nodded before you took off your shorts and t-shirt (that belonged to fernando) and exposed more of your middle to him. your pregnant swell. and he placed both hands on your middle while you were both naked in your bedroom with the sunlight streaming through the large windows of your bedroom.

your lover laid out in your furs with you straddled his waist with your hands on his chest. you dug your nails into his pecs for a moment and licked your lips. he looked amazing. he was a fair bit older in human years, but technically you were older. your kind lived longer. you tensed up a little in anticipation before you sank down on his cock. you let out a sweet little moan.

he tensed up then relaxed. his hands remained at your middle as you rolled your hips. you were gentle, loving with your movements and it made him shudder with a certain want. you felt beautiful on top of him, you weren't going to have rough sex with him. not while you were this pregnant. you needed to be easy on your body, even with your abilities as a selkie. and fernando didn't want to hurt you either, he wanted to be gentle. make you feel good in his own way.

his hands roamed your body as he softly praised you, "my beautiful wife, the light of my life. you are so beautiful. even with my baby in your belly. a sign that i claimed you." he clutched your hips and made him shudder with want. he needed you more than anything. the creature he loved more than the sea and the sky.

"my world. my rock." you leaned in a little bit to kiss his face once more. your noises were sweet as you made love to your husband. you never thought you could meet a man like him, be in love with such a human. he alluring, he accepted your world and brought you into his and the product of that was the baby you carried. your pup.

pleasure continued through your body as you moved against him. you took control of your movements and let him feel every inch of you. you licked your lips at the sight of him. your lover, your husband. the human that made you learn to love. to accept affection.

he leaned up to kiss you, both hands on your swollen middle. promises of a future together, a happy sweet future with your family. you picked up the pace marginally. the rolling of your hips felt good on his cock.

he knew from the moment he met you, when you came onto his boat with a hunger, that you two would be close for a lifetime. and any time after. he rubbed your belly lovingly as he tried to meet your pace. you two were wrapped up in your little world, tucked into the shores. protected. you could raise your child in peace and love your husband. and he could love you. you'd never be alone again, not while fernando still breathed.

you two kissed one another deeply, your swollen mound was pressed between you two. but, it only made you two feel closer. he loved the feeling, the knowledge that he made you this way. that he was your first and only lover. the only one to ever have you in a sexual fashion. that was quite the title to have and fernando wore it with pride. he loved you, he loved every inch of you. you were such a curious woman and fernando wanted it all.

the two of you continued to make love on the bed. you continued to feel up one another as the two of you rutted against one another. there were soft words exchanged, promises of love and devotion. fernando loved you as deep as the oceans went. it was the pull in his chest.

"you looked beautiful." he said, "more beautiful than any woman. beautiful like the sea." he felt lost before he met you, after his wife left. he never though he'd find love again. but there you were, now on top of him as his hand explored your body. as he took in the beautiful feeling of your curves. his beautiful wife.

his selkie lover.

you felt the pleasure hit its peak inside of you. you felt the fire in your core that spread into your blood as you rode him through your climax. you made loud noises as you felt the pleasure hit through your body. you hissed and held onto his shoulders tightly. it only made him hold onto your hips tightly as the two of you made love. the climax felt amazing as he met your pace.

your beautiful lover with his dark eyes and smile that pulled you in. his expression shifted as he felt himself cum as well. he rolled up into you and game inside of you with a few more heavy thrusts. the feeling was intense and it left fernando with a achy need for his selkie wife. with you both reached climax, fernando felt up your body once more. he took in the feeling of you against him. he loved it, he loved you.

eventually you were laid out beside fernando and he held you close to him. your naked bodies on top of your coat. curled up against one another. eventually fernando moved down to kiss at your swollen middle with such a dedicated and love. a promise.

"i love you." he said

you replied softly as your breathing leveled out, "i love you too."

"i will keep you and our child safe, for as long as i can." he said as he kissed the soft skin. he loved you and he loved your baby. always.

-

fernando didn't know what to expect when he knew he was going to have a child with a selkie. he had heard the stories from folklore. but, when your daughter was born. she didn't have gills, fins or fur. she was just a plump little baby. your little mira.

curious brown eyes, and chubby cheeks. he looked quite a bit like fernando. but was smart just like her mother. you were close to the shore in the water now that the seasons were changing. you were cooing to your daughter and brought some of the sea water to her. you were wetting her cheeks, to get her used to the water that she'd come home.

you sang her soft songs of your kind. and fernando stay close to protect his wife and daughter. in his arms was your selkie coat. the biggest trust you could give. but, you were beyond establishing trust. you were his and he was yours, and your love produced a sweet baby girl. he admired you from behind and felt the love for you in his heart. down to his very core. his little world were in those waters and he'd always be there when you came back to shore <3

[captainquake42]

> ♡ °. INKED UP

♡ part one

☆ kwon jae sung x fem!reader

> summery:

you go to robby and dimitri’s room hoping to have your twin brother robby come with you to get a tattoo unaware that they lost their room to kwon.

OR kwon struggles with his normally good english in front of a pretty girl

> notes:

never get a tat if you are going to sweat a lot in the next two ish weeks, like at a karate tournament, you don't want it to get infected.

also, this is my first x reader, so if ya'll would let me know how I did :)

if you feel a part two // part three

also posted on my ao3

> 1.4k written by:

S A R A H

You adjusted your high ponytail, your fingers tugging at the elastic band to secure it in place. The hallway of the hotel was quiet, save for the soft hum of the vending machines around the corner. Your sneakers barely made a sound as you bounced lightly on the balls of your feet, excitement buzzing under your skin.

This would be perfect. Robby had been moody since he saw that Tory had joined up with Cobra Kai again.

You opened up your notes app to make sure you had the right room. You already had it memorized but double no triple checking never hurt anyone. You looked up from your phone and yep, the numbers matched up.

You knocked your knuckles against the door and immediately heard a muffled voice and shuffling noises. It was probably Dimitri stumbling around to get decent. Your lips ticked up thinking about it.

You had Robby go with you to get your first tat, mostly because of where you were getting it but also because you didn't wanna go alone. It became tradition after that, every time you went to get a new one he would go with. He didn't get to skip out just because it was a little impromptu tat in barcelona, or because he was pouty

The Sekai Taikai Tournament had been interesting so far and it was only night one. Eli already got in a little pissing match with the cute male cobra kai captain who's name you didn't know.

Speaking of, the door opened and your brother nor teammates were on the other side, instead the cobra captain stood there in a black compression shirt and gray sweats.

If your weaknesses was an outfit it would be that. The shirt made his arms and shoulders look nice. His hair was styled in a way that reminded you of a character from a volleyball anime you watched, which might be a little racist to think since the guy was asian but whatever that's not the point.

“ Um,” You said eloquently, showcasing your intelligence. “ I don't suppose that you became friends with my teammates, did you?”

He made a face. “ No. You lost?” His korean accent was thick and hardy.

You look down at your phone again. “ Nope, this is my brother's room unless he was fucking with me by giving me a random one.”

He looked thoughtful, his head tilted while he stared at you. Then “ was.”

“ What do you mean?”

He looked at me. “ Your brother, miyagi do's captain?” He asked.

“ Yeah that's him! Robby.”

“ Then was. Made bet. He lose. I win. I got room.”

That son of a-. “ He lost his room in a bet?”

Now he looked a little smug, his mouth quirked up.“ Yes.”

“ I can't believe him, fucking dumbass.”

The hallway seemed to stretch longer as you processed that. You couldn’t believe Robby. The sheer stupidity of losing his room in a bet? You huffed pressing your lips together and crossing your arms. You were never gonna let him live this down.

The Cobra Kai captain leaned casually against the doorframe, his smirk firmly in place, he was enjoying this far too much. His arms crossed in a way that made his already broad shoulders seem even more imposing. His compression t clung to his torso like a second skin, and his sweats hung low on his hips, leaving a bit of skin revealed completing a look that made your traitorous brain short-circuit for a split second. But only for a second.

The guy’s smirk grew, and his gaze flicked to your face with something like amusement. “ You mad?”

“ Mad?” Your brows raised wondering where he got that from.

“ Your cheeks are pink.” He offered. “ Mad, no?”

You couldn't help it, you laughed. “No. It wasn't my room, I just think he's stupid.”

“ You say it.” He shrugs. “ Not a good bet taker.”

“ You think he sucks at betting.” You grinned.

He nodded proudly. “ Yes, sucks.”

You watched as his ears turned pink when you laughed. “ I agree.”

“ Here for room or just brother?”

“ I was gonna make him come with me to get a tattoo but since he's not here it looks like i'm going alone.” Something you weren't very fond of, but it was already getting dark and you didn't have time to go hunting for your twin. “ I'll see you later.”

You turned to leave but stopped when his voice reached your ears. “ Wait.”

You looked over your shoulder. “ Yeah?”

His expression shifted, his confident smirk slipping, his brow furrowed like he didn’t like the idea, and his next words came out haltingly. “ You… no go alone.”

You blinked, startled by the sudden concern in his tone. “ What?”

“ Not good. Alone, not safe.” He stumbled slightly over the words, his composure cracking. “ I go.”

“ Don't think I can handle it?” You asked curiously.

“ I don't doubt you, but you small, men are not.”

“ So you want to, what? Protect me?”

“ Yes.”

“ You?” You couldn’t hide your surprise. “ Why would you do that? Aren’t you, like, Cobra Kai’s big bad captain? Shouldn’t you hate me or something?”

His eyes rolled, his earlier confidence returning. “ Not hate. I bored.” His smirk reappeared, though his ears stayed pink. “ Plus, beats sitting in here.”

He pulled on his hoodie, shrugging. “ You want to go alone? Get lost in city? Not smart.”

You couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped you. “I think I can manage to find a tattoo parlor without getting lost.” You shook your phone at him. “ Directions on my phone and all.”

He raised a brow, clearly unimpressed with you. “You sure? Phone say this your brother���s room. Was wrong.”

Your jaw dropped, cheeky little-. “ No fair.”

He shugged and his hands slipping into the pockets of his sweats while he leaned closer. “ Nervous?”

“ Nervous?” you echoed, narrowing your eyes at him. “ About what?”

He shrugged, the movement casual but the teasing shine in his eyes was anything but. “ Pretty girl, late night, strange city. Many reasons.”

“ Pretty girl?” you repeated feeling your cheeks pull up in a slow smile before you could stop yourself. “ You think I'm pretty?”

His cheeks turned pink, but his grin didn’t falter. “ I say what I say.”

Your chest felt warm and the corner of your mouth quirked up despite yourself. “ You’re something, you know that?”

“ I know.” His confidence was borderline infuriating, but there was something endearing about the way he wouldn't look you in the eye when he said it. Like your words had affected him more than he wanted to admit.

“ Alright, Captain,” you said with a mock sigh of defeat, “ if you’re so worried about me getting lost, maybe you should just come with me after all.”

“ Good idea,” he said immediately, pushing off the doorframe and stepping into the hallway.

You blinked. “ Wait really, you actually want to come?”

“ You invite,” he said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

“ I was joking!”

“I wasn't,” he replied, slipping on a pair of sneakers that were sitting next to the door. “ What tattoo, you getting?”

“ I'll tell you what. I'll tell you what I want, if you tell me your name.”

“ My name?” He looked at you like you should know it. “ It's Kwon Jae Sung. Call me Kwon. And you?”

Like the song? “ You don't know my name?” You teased, sticking your hand out.

He looked at confused.

“ Oh duh.” You said to yourself resisting the urge to palm your forehead. “ In america we shake hands to greet each other.”

Kwon smiled and made a noise of understanding and let you take his hand. Immediately you could feel his calluses.

You shook his hand sharply, your dad always told you that having a strong grip was important. “ I could just call you, so-yeon.” Kwon said.

“ What's that mean?”

“ No fun if I tell you.”

You made a face and scoffed. “ That could mean bitch in korean for all I know.”

He shook his head, smiling and put his hand over his heart. His eyes wide and innocent. “ I would never.”

You told him your name, “ The tattoo I'm getting is gonna be really small, I'm putting it on my wrist it's a little panda.” You opened up pinterest, to show him a picture of it.

“ Cute,” he hummed. “ Like you.”

The line was cheesy but had you blushing anyway.

[ravenna-reid]

Battle Scars

Reader is from a planet of warriors. A planet where each scar is seen as honourable rather than ugly. When she accidentally sees Jason's scars, she can't help but look at them in amazement, much to Jason's surprise...

I really hope ya'll like this one...lmk!!

"Come on, lift you arms."

With an agitated sigh, Jason did as Dick asked and raised his muscled arms. Dick quickly pulled Jason's bloodied and torn shirt from his body and threw it to the floor, analysing the gash that sat across Jason's chest.

"What, did you get into a with Catwoman or something?" Tim asked, grimacing as he looked at the gruesome scene.

""I'll break your nose replacement." Venom coated his words, and Jason's expression read that he wasn't joking, so with that, Tim shook his head and left the room.

Just outside wandering the empty halls of Wayne manor was the girl Batman had found just a month prrior. Tall and toned, carved muscles on your arms and legs. A slick scar the colour of pearls ran down the side of your jaw to the top of your neck. A few more decorated your back and arms. A stern expression and soft eyes. You were a warrior from another planet Bruce had told everyone. He wasn't sure what planet though, seeming as whenever you told him the name, no records of it could be found. Not even those on the Justice League could find the unusual planet you were calling home. .

You weren't Kryptonian and you weren't an Amazon, even though your ideals and principles aligned with theirs. Nor were you a Martian, or an Atlantean or a Tamaranean. So what the hell were you?

Well, you kept telling them over and over. You were Idorian, from Idoria, but your home planet was apparently non-existent. 'A part of another timeline' was the theory.

"Non-existent as far as you're concerned." You had muttered with the roll of your eyes.

All they knew was that you'd accidentally been dragged to Earth when an incident a few months back involving portals and timelines threw you down from the sky into Bruce Wayne's garden. They also learnt that you had immense strength and durability. You could fly. You almost bested Wonder Woman in melee combat, almost. And electricity didn't affect you one bit. Other than that, you were a complete mystery.

And a certain seemingly uninterested vigilante seemed to liked that.

Tim watched as you looked out the grand windows lining the hallway, still amazed by the fact that Earth only had one sun.

A warm smile grew on his face. "Hey y/n, what are you doing?"

"Nothing much. You?"

Tim shrugged. "I was helping Dick mend Jason until I was threatened." He scoffed, trying to mask it with a bitter laugh.

A warmth grew in your cheeks at the mention of his name. Why? You had no idea.

"Why, what happened to him -?"

"Tim! You took the antiseptic with you!" Dick suddenly called out from the room, Jason's annoyed mumbles following.

Tim let out a huff, much to your confusion, "I don't wanna go back in there with that son of a bitch."

"It's alright, I can if you want." You offered, holding out your hand and questioning what a son of a bitch was. Humans were easily injured compared to your people, so it would be interesting to see the healing process.

"Are you sure?" Tim asked, his brow raising, "He can be a real ass, especially when people are trying to help him."

"Yeah, I'm sure." You replied, so Tim placed the odd looking bottle in your hands before you walked into the room.

Your footsteps echoed through the atmosphere. Instantly, Jason's eyes snapped up to meet yours, his cheeks burning a subtle red before he quickly looked away. A wince escaped him as he tried to subtly cover up his body. Too bad my shirt is on the damn floor he thought to himself. Picking up on Jason's change in demeanour, Dick turned to look at you, a charming grin appearing on his face immediately.

"Y/n! I haven't seen you in ages, how are you?" Dick had just finished pulling out the last shard of glass from Jason's slash and dropped the bloody tweezers on the tray beside him.

"I'm fine thank-you. Here is...well, this." You said, holding the bottle out to him. "Tim gave it to me."

"Thanks, y/n." He grabbed the bottle from you then looked back at the array of medical supplies sprawled across the table beside him. Hands cupped together in his lap, Jason stole glances of you here and there, glad that you were more interested in the odd looking tools Dick was focusing on rather than him.

"Shit, I just realised I forgot the stuff for the stitches," Dick turned to you and placed a comforting hand on your shoulder, "I'm just gonna run and grab some things. Can you watch him for me real quick?"

"I don't need a babysitter Dick." Jason quipped, his eyes trained on his brother. Please just let her leave.

"I don't mind." You responded, and that usual glint of joy passed through Dick's eyes.

"Thanks, I'll be back in a sec."

With that, Dick left the room, leaving you two alone.

"Why did you do that?"

You looked over at Jason with a puzzled look, "What do you mean?"

"You don't have to watch me. You can go if you like." Jason swallowed hard, doing his best to act unfazed by the fact that you were standing right there.

"It's alright, I'm kind of curious to see how this all works on your planet."

His gaze averted back onto the floor, his body instinctively turned from you. You, however, were watching him. The wound had stopped bleeding, and it didn't look too deep, but it stretched across one side of his chest and onto his bicep. Looking at his arms, you couldn't help but think about how he looked like those perfect sculptures back home.

"Does it hurt?"

"No." So curt. So closed off. You were going to remain quiet until you did a double take. Silver streaks painted his chest. His abdomen and arms. There were even some on his back that caught your eye.

"Wow." The words fell from your lips, and Jason's eyes cut back to you.

"What?" He asked, meaning to sound more curious than defensive.

You walked over to where he sat, eyes trained on all of his scars. All of his accomplishments. Back at home, whenever someone attained a scar, it meant they had cheated death. They had been lucky and strong enough to survive. It was why you never hid yours. A scar is a victory. A glorious one too. And Jason had many victories.

A sickening tightening sensation began in Jason's throat as you neared, still obviously oblivious to personal space, especially Jason's. He watched as you stared at his biggest insecurities, the things that would taint his body forever and remind him of the horrors he was forced to endure. Immediately, he grew even more self-conscious. Sick. Angry.

"What the hell are you doing?" He snapped, but you ignored it.

"If the elders back home saw this, they'd call you a war hero." You let a light laugh.

His frown faltered a little, his glistening eyes watching you intensely. It was as though your eyes were tracing each and every tarnished bit of his skin. "You have so many."

His frown was back, a shot of anger burning through his chest at your comment. Why did you of all people have to say that? Jason drew in a deep, shaky breath, but before he could speak you told him how impressive it all was, and now the frown was even deeper than before. "What?"

You looked up at him, and suddenly his head was reeling. Jason found that some part of him, a hidden away part that was deep deep down, wanted you to look at him like that for the rest of his life. A look that said he was worth something. That he wasn't this ugly, scarred monster. Skin crawling and muscles tensed, he managed to ignore it. Just for now. Just this once. He quickly cleared his throat as he waited for your explanation.

"Your scars...they- you have so many victories." You repeated, "Many more than me." You pulled the sleeve of your shirt back to show him. Jason's eyes ran along the silver lines on your arms before his attention turned to your skin. The muscles on your arms. The glossy hair that ran over your shoulder. His eyes drew up your neck to your lips...

He quickly looked away, shame and bashfulness so blatantly evident on his face.

"What do you mean..." His tone was distant, until he paused. "Victories?" Now he was curious.

You frowned. "What do you mean? Scars are honourable. They show strength. Tell stories. You must be a valiant fighter. A survivor." You smiled at him gently, pointing your finger at them. And it was like something got caught in his throat.

Silence washed over the room like a soft wave. Jason kept to himself as his big, bright eyes watched you. He turned your words in his head, amazed at how you viewed this topic. He almost waited for you to correct yourself or take the compliment back. Because there was no way. No way you were truly being honest about how you viewed the ugliest parts of himself. Everyone had always looked at his scars that same way, with pity and aversion. And yet you...

"You really think like that?" He asked, looking up at you through his dishevelled, raven hair.

"Doesn't everyone?"

A soft, subtle smile tugged at Jason's lips, and suddenly your heart was hammering in your chest, faster than a hiccup. Jason watched you attentively now, still shy, but not as ashamed or ill at ease. Since when was he so comfortable around others, especially a stranger? Especially about the things that kept him up at night? Especially with someone that was on his mind 24/7....

Dick suddenly bursted back into the room, a needle and bobbin of nylon string in his hand. "Sorry Jace, had to get Alfred to look for it."

Jason shook his head at Dick as he got started on stitching him back up. "I can do it myself you know -"

"Shut it." Dick responded.

Jason's gaze fell back onto you and he almost felt like collapsing when you said you'd leave them be and see them later. You realised the longer you stood with him, the lighter your head was becoming. So with that, you left the room, and all Jason could think about for the rest of the day was you.

[enmie]

*♡∞:｡.｡ Basorexia ｡.｡:∞♡* -pt.3

➶ Fukuzawa, Tachihara, and Sigma getting perhaps a bit too spoiled

➶ basorexia: the intense desire to kiss 【romance】

➶ cw: gn!reader. suggestive (very mild.) cussing (very mild)

𓅪 pt. 3! reqs for pt.4 open!

𓅪 ya'll I'm srry for taking so long school is very shit!

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙

Fukuzawa Yukichi's

Oh, dear, it seems you've flustered him, finally! You think Yukichi is too stoic to show any form of emotion, but alas, mere kisses sent him looking like a tomato. The cold, strict president of the Armed Detective Agency even stays still whenever you lean close to plant both the smallest of kisses on his cheek and the fattest kiss on the lips.

Like now. He keeps his eyes on you, watching as you covered his already red face in crimson-colored lipstick. You swear you let it dry, you swear it wasn't intentional.

And Yukichi seems way too entertained to complain. He loves the way you leave your mark on him, an actual non-hickey mark. He was the only one who was allowed give those.

"Maybe," he starts, "maybe you actually meant to smear your lipstick all over me, don't you think? And maybe a little drunk,"

You shake your head, pulling away after innocently leaving a trail of sticky product. "Nope. Would never smear my lipstick, I worked hard to afford it. And I'm not drunk, champagne doesn't count as beer,"

The president raises an eyebrow, and chuckles lowly as he presses a kiss on your forehead. Lust-filled eyes dart down to your neck, already filled with hickeys from a couple minutes ago. He did bite hard.

"I recall buying it for you, darling."

That face you make, it makes him laugh; your squinted eyes and your lips that hovered right above his neck as you tried to process what he just said to you. Before you could kiss him, of course. "Oh."

"You are drunk. Let's get you to bed." You immediately shake your head at his words, hugging tighter onto him. "Bed? What bed? My bed's right in front of me,"

"Don't try to be slick," He says, forced (but happy) to lift you up.

Tachihara Michizo's

It's one of those mornings when he's right under you, head resting on your thighs as you played with his hair. Michizo felt tingles every time you ran your fingers through his ginger hair, and it sort of became a practice now. But lately, you'd started to kiss him more and more on his head.

"Ninety-one." He counts after your next kiss. He's already counting up to a hundred kisses even though you've only woken up.

You giggle and place another, which adds another to his list. "Nineties already?"

He nods his head and counts another kiss. You just can't stop! It's his scent, the specific curl of his hair that just makes you want to love him.

Michizo loves the way you kiss his as well, and your soft, candle-like fingers; the way the seem to endlessly touch the depths of his soul yet only touch the skin of his head; it's mesmerizing. Each kiss you give was like a wonder to the boy.

Just like that, you kiss him a few more times before he shouts—

"A hundred!" He shouts joyfully, absolutely full of love just for you. "Care for a hundred more?"

Sigma's

HHe's convinced you're born whiny. Yeah, he might have existed for only three years, but you seem like you've existed for one. Sigma was forced to stop gambling at the casino for a minute because you wanted to kiss him all day— which wasn't a good idea, but he agreed anyway. What else could he do when he loved you so damn much?

"Okay, let's take a short break from the kissing," He says, face red from both your lipstick and his blush.

You stick your bottom lip out playfully, a big pout on your face because he wanted you to stop. He chuckles at that cute face. But he did continue and try to convince you to stop. Stop? How could you when he looked so damn hot?!

"Nah, let's not."

You press another light kiss on his cheekbone, and you loved that squirmy reaction he gave every time you got close. Oh, how he was so utterly fond of you and the love you made him feel in his limited time here on Earth. Sigma saw you as... special. But a little too clingy.

"Come on. Don't you want to win some more?"

"Hm... I want something else," You whisper to the man, hands trailing down his clean and tidy tuxedo. Not for long.

"... I guess gambling is bad,"

Enmie's fanfic | BSD

tags: @mrs-hamato here's Fukuzawa :DD you probs forgot cuz I took so long 😭

you r tagged bcuz you interacted w the poll! srry for the bother! : @probabludaistkf @wixard-aros @seraphinariddle @e0sphorus

pt.1 | pt.2 | pt. 4 (coming soon)

[lullabyalikpoptarot]

Enhypen Tea Session

Disclaimer: This is my interpretation of the cards. This is not fact and all alleged! This doesn't put many of them in the best light. I am a messenger, so no hate on any of them.

Now, to the next group for this session. I feel they gave me so much tea in the past, so not sure what else they can share and if they have much else to share, but let's see what they give me.

Heeseung

He could be handed things to him things that alter his reality, maybe allows him to disconnect. He continuously shows me things about drinks being offered to him, or him drinking things. This ace of cups in this deck seems to always pop up for him , or has in the past, but a lot of these cards have things about people offering things to him. He might feel a sort of emptiness and numbness to things and may need these drinks to help keep his energy up or feel alive. I see him having access to a lot of inner wisdom and knowledge. I say when he is alone, he may have access to this information or get loads of downloads, but I see him trying to find ways to block it out, maybe that is where I can see him wanting to drink a lot. I saw this in his perspective reading, where he seems to have access to psychic abilities and he doesn't know how to handle it or process it.

He has strong divine femininity energy, meaning someone with strong creative, intuitive and psychic abilities. He was offered a dream, a fairytale, this could be about being an idol, a fantasy per say. I say there are childhood wounds he hasn't healed and still needs to process. These childhood wounds still affect him in some way. I say this is like that for mostly every human being, so not sure why that is stressed for him. Although, he seems mature, he is stunted emotionally somehow. Like he has strong childlike energy that still is with him. I mean, makes sense knowing him, he can be a bit of a goofball and dork at times. I say that with love.

Another note: Good thing I do these readings a bit before I post them, he gave me another message, while I was lying in bed lol He tends to do this, which is interesting. I was pulled back to this reading out of nowhere. I got mind altering, so I am assuming these drinks do that, also I was pulled to the 9 of Swords of his career reading and if you remember I felt weird when I was discussing that card. I believe that card also came out in his perspective reading, that all seems to be connected somehow, man Heeseung is becoming so much more fascinating to me. I wonder if these drinks cultivate these frantic thoughts, hmm. It is like it could induce psychic attacks, got that message too.

Jay

Well, the devil shows up first, flying out like crazy. He seems highly materialistic. I can see him doing some weird shit to get ahead or make money to be honest. Like that devil card gives me the dark side to money. This strong attachment to money can lead you down a dark path in this industry just saying. I got four cards that are about money. He has a strong desire to reach a level of success where he can be rich and wealthy, anyone with this desire to be rich can do anything to get that, which could break a bit of your own morals. The more money someone wants, the further you move away from your true essence. I can see him working hard to receive whatever scraps he can. This boy will put out the stops, burn himself down, overwork and exhaust himself to get it. Ya'll tell this boy to go on a break, and I swear he will look at you sideways for that. He burns himself down, but ends up finding that passion again.

Jay is a very passionate man and always finds that drive and energy to keep going. This man is focused on money, achievement and career advancement. I see him wanting to do this to achieve his own success and to stand on his own. I can see this devil card as him tying himself to this industry or career and the dark shit it entails to get to where he wants to go, which is financial freedom. So, he may not partake in the dark shit, but maybe understands the crap he has to go through to get to where he wants to, but still, he shows strong attachment to money and I don't know, people with that attachment can do anything to get it. The card name in this deck is the shadow, so he may do some lowkey things or hide things that he does.

Jake

I am seeing he is someone that dissociates and disconnects. I can also see him struggling to find passion or not getting things offered to him that brings out that passion. Interesting message here, I see strong sexual energy with him and he may use that to fill a void, so a desire to sleep with others, most likely woman to feel some sort of passion or desire he may not have. I see him getting some sort of deal in the past. I am not sure what that means. It is like he does this, or we give you this and he pays them back for it. I am so confused by these cards (6 of cups/6 of pentacles). He doesn't want to elaborate. I pulled another card and got the 2 of wands ugh, probably why he didn't want to elaborate, there could be sexual favors here, sleeping with someone to get ahead. But I can also see him paying others for sex or paying others after the fact to silence them allegedly, who knows where he lies on that spectrum. That is what that deal probably is.

He is someone with their heads in the clouds, doesn't necessarily see the reality of things. He tends to not want to face harsh realities, so he disconnects to keep moving. I see him trying his best to seek pleasure in life and contain it, so I don't see him liking the discomforts of things and he tries to make light out of everything. Once things get hard, he will do what it takes to escape. He kind of has this hedonistic mindset. He tries to seek external satisfaction, but he doesn't understand that comes from within, so this is a vicious cycle for him, because he will continue to fill a void unless he finds happiness from within, but he tends to do anything to escape himself.

Sunghoon

It seems these guys are all getting similar card, 4 of cups has popped up for 3 members (Heeseung,Jake and him). Like seriously is there something they take that enhances their psychic abilities or is a gateway to it, like why do I keep seeing this with this group, da fuck is this. Similar to Heeseung, it is like they drink this when they are feeling down or something, or lack energy, they have them take this or if they feel numb, it helps them somehow. It helps build their strength and character, it gives them energy or strength. I mean, this doesn't have to be sinister, there are drinks that do that, but why is this popping up, and how is this tea lol Is it some secret concoction, like wtf. This Death card and the 5 of wands confuses me. He may not want his career to end, so he will compete to the death to achieve his success. I get a strong competitive drive and desire from him, and he will take anyone down who gets in his way. He can be pretty aggressive. I pulled another card, cause girl is nosy and got 9 of cups, so yeah, anything that can satisfy his needs he will go after it, like Jake he seeks pleasure and happiness and will do what it takes to get that and fulfill his desires. I see him having no problem stomping over anyone who gets in his way, sorry I sense that. I am not hating or judging, just going with the feeling I am getting here and sharing it.

This is a tea session, it isn't supposed to be pretty. The 2 of wands reversed just gives me someone who prefers to work on his own and go his own way on things. What he envisions for himself is for him, so not sure he is much into working with others but tolerates it. So, girl asked for another card and got the empress. I wonder if he is at odds with mommy dearest, sorry don't like her vibe energetically, don't care. But also, with creative pursuits he struggles to work with others and never really sees eye to eye on it. It is like he has his own path and own way to go about things. I can also see his Mom was competitive and cutthroat about things too and that is where he probably got it from. Okay, I shared a lot for him, but his intrigued me the most, so time to move on. Just saying, not here to judge, just sharing my interpretation. I will never hate on any of these idols. I still adore him and the others.

Sunoo

I feel like there could have been more of a promise for him or pact for him to achieve more than what he has achieved. I can also see him wanting to fly solo and have his independence and have his own career. But there is some sort of pact or deal he has made that makes him stay. Now with this Emperor card and the knight of wands card together. I take these two ways, either he is attracted to this dominant male figure, this could be dominant female too, and there could be an emotional connection to this person as the 2 of cups is here too. Or there is aggression towards this person as well, could be both. He could also impulsively lash out at this person. Not sure who this person is, but they seem to be a dominant presence in his life.

The knight of wands is moving towards the emperor. I see his energy as the knight of wands and the emperor as this other person, maybe the one he made a deal with. This person can be pretty dominant and controlling, this doesn't feel like his energy and with the 2 of cups, there is a presence of someone else here, that plays a role. But there is a need to take on this person or move on and go on his own. Now I always sensed if any member would go it would be him and still sensing that. I see him having a lot of creating energy and wanting to express that and maybe he will try to do that more or go elsewhere for it to be expressed.

So reading this back and got the message daddy issues, so that person could be his Father, the name on the card is actually called The Father, rather than the Emperor, so it was actually literal. I get a sense he may have some issues with his Dad. But then again, that two of cups makes me think someone else, so I think this refers to his Dad and someone else. Going to leave it there. His Dad allegedly being in the mix messed my head up. I sense this is a mixture of two stories here.

Jungwon

In the middle we got the King of Swords, once again showing me, he is a man with a lot of knowledge and information. I also felt this man can be a bit cold, calculated and callus. Knowledge is power to him and holding that knowledge is power to him. I can see him understanding how cutthroat the industry can be and may play into it. I see this 5 of swords as someone cutthroat, harsh and can cut people down with their words, so that is his energy. I heard catty, which is someone who is deliberately hurtful. Dang Jungwon you like this! He is someone who likes to have the upper hand, so breaking you down gives him that. Yup, even if he is my fave. I call is how I get it. This still doesn't change my mind on any of them though. I separate lol I can see him being a drill sergeant, pointing out mistakes, being a bit of a perfectionist. I say he puts a lot on his back, burns himself out, does way too much to achieve the success he wants. To climb to the top you got burn yourself out, this may be his mindset.

He doesn't seem afraid to communicate how he feels even if it is disruptive or hurtful. He is the type that says things maybe out of frustration and without thought, but mostly he is very calm and calculated with his approach as the KOS is in the middle, which represents to me his strongest energy. He is also showing some pact or deal in the past that have may have been promising his success. This 2 of cups always just gives me some sort of ritualistic bondage of some sort, like do they get some cups of something, go near water and do a seance or something with the company people and make some spiritual pact that may promise them a successful career. Whatever this pact is it will lead him to get the recognition and success he desires. I see him having a strong desire for success and recognition and doing whatever he can to get that.

I do love how straight forward and honest his energy is, even if it isn't always pretty, he got no shame, got to respect him for that.

Ni-Ki

He is showing he doesn't have much power or his hands are tied about things and situations that happen. I see him being passive and nonchalant about things. I can see a powerful woman may play a role in the company or group. I keep seeing this strength card with a woman on it pop up for them. She may pull a lot of the strings. I see him trying to gain an understanding through all these challenges and difficulties he may face as an idol and maybe coming to a realization about things. He seems stifled and has to fit a certain image. He feels stuck to fit that image. He seems like he is showing that he is a concocted image of others but not his authentic self. I can also see him being catty and destructive with his words as well and can be pretty harsh with his words, maybe has hurt others in the past.

I can also see him pushing others away, so they don't get too close. He is also showing me some deal in the past with this 6 of cups. I swear that popped up for everyone. Like a sold fantasy they got, but that it wasn't what they said it would be like. He is showing there are a lot of obstacles and challenges he has to face. And that he always has to defend himself. And he sees things crumbling and falling apart or things are a bit chaotic. I see him having lots of emotions that he tries to hide, but I do see it cracking or he sees that it will eventually break, or he will crack under having to hold those emotions in for so long.

Okay, that is what I get for this installment of tea sessions. I wasn't sure they had more to share, but I swear this group is pretty easy to get information from me and thankfully no sickness or any discomfort here from any of them.

[enrichment-time-in-my-enclosure]

Chapter 1 - Girl Time

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!!Written portion under the cut!!

"Is it weird? Y'know, going to school with a bunch of normies after basically having worked in the field for years already?"

After Todoroki left to rest in his room before the night's get-together, you and Mina got to talking about anything and everything while painting each other's nails. You were glad to have made a friend already, someone who wouldn't treat you differently due to your status.

"Maybe a little. I wouldn't consider you guys normies, though." Mina let out a small, amused hum in response as she finished brushing the pink polish onto your pinky nail. "so you've seen our work?" she jokes, blowing on your nails lightly to accelerate the drying process.

Of course, you'd seen their work. Class 1A had become something of a media spectacle in the past year. Villain activity had been ramping up, and they were called on to help tamp down any beginnings of an uprising. News outlets were constantly covering their interactions with the League of Villains, a group that was being dubbed the biggest threat to hero society since the original reign of All for One.

You let out a soft chuckle as Mina leans in to attend to your response.

"You guys are pretty damn incredible. Some of the strongest heroes I've ever encountered, and I've been around quite a few. I'm really excited to be learning alongside everyone-"

"And using that totally amazing healing quirk!" she interrupts, smiling up at you momentarily before going back to applying a clear coat on each of your nails.

"It seems I'll need to use it quite a bit. Class 1A has an affinity for getting hurt. Honestly, that's better for me though... I need the training."

"You're basically a pro already, though!" Mina responds, screwing on the lid of the nail polish bottle and walking across the room to place it back in her vanity.

"It never hurts to get some more training, " you say, looking down at your freshly painted nails, admiring the color and design Mina had created.

A knock on the door rings through the room.

"Ladies, whenever you're ready, you can come over to my dorm! We've got pizza and drinks, and Mirio was awesome enough to go grab us a couple cases of beer." Kirishima's muffled voice calls out from the other side of the door, his volume lowering at the end of his sentence to try and be discreet.

"What kind?" Mina calls out, straightening her clothes as she stands up.

"I dunno, he's just bringing it. I'm gonna go get the others. See ya there!" You hear his footsteps getting further away before he knocks on another door, gathering more people for the supposedly "small" get-together.

"You comin'?" Mina asks, holding her hand out to help you up from where you're seated on the floor.

"Yup, you lead the way."

A/N- Hope you guys like the chapter!! It's kinda short, but they'll get a bit longer as I put more out! Lmk what ya'll think and if you want a tag list.

[stxrsniolo]

┈̸̷┅ ̤ can you choose me, please? ━̸̷︭

𝐀𝐄𝐆★𝐍'𝐒 warning : in this teeny tiny one-shot, i'll introduce the plot of my new requested chris bot, with an angst-like vibe that tugged at my heartstrings.

the night was cold, the kind of cold that seeped into your bones, but the chill inside chris was from something much deeper, much more personal. he was sitting on the edge of his bed, his room dark except for the dim light from the streetlamp outside, casting long shadows that seemed to match his mood.

y/n was his best friend, had been for years. he'd been there through everything - the good, the bad, and the ugly. he'd held her when she cried, cheered her up when she was down, celebrated her victories, and comforted her through her losses. his love was loud, supportive, a constant in her ever-changing world.

but she always went back to him, his middle triplet. matt, who was a bit more closed off, bold, but also reckless and, unbeknownst to many, cruel. chris had seen the cycle repeat itself time and again; y/n would be hurt, she'd come to him for solace, and then, she'd go back, drawn to matt like a moth to a flame.

tonight was no different. chris had watched her cry, her heart shredded by matt's latest betrayal, and he'd listened, comforted, but this time, the pain of watching her choose matt over and over was too much. the room felt like it was closing in on him, the walls echoing with his unvoiced frustrations.

"why, y/n?" he started, his voice raw, a mix of desperation and hurt. "why do you always go back to him? why do you choose him when you know he'll just hurt you again?"

y/n looked at him, her eyes red from crying, her expression one of confusion and pain. "chris, i..."

"no, let me finish," he cut her off, his voice rising with emotion, his anger thickening with his agitation. "i've been here for ya, through everything. i've loved ya, supported ya, but it's like you don't even see me. you see him, the one who breaks ya, and ya run back to him every fucking time."

the words were out, slicing through the air like knives. he stood up, pacing, his hands running through his hair in frustration. "do ya know how it feels to watch ya get hurt, to pick up the pieces, only for ya to go back to the one who scattered them in the first place?"

y/n's silence was heavy, her eyes now filling with tears again, not just for her own pain but for his. "i didn't realize..."

"you didn't realize what?" he snapped, the hurt turning into anger, not at her, but at the situation, at his own helplessness. "that i'm here, waiting like a fool, hoping one day ya might see me? that every time ya choose him, it's like ya're choosing to hurt yourself, and me in the process?"

his voice cracked, the facade of calm he always maintained around her breaking. "i can't keep doing this, y/n. watching ya go through this cycle, knowing i can't save ya from it because ya won't let me. it's killing me."

the air was thick with his pain, his words hanging between them like a tangible barrier. y/n stood, moving towards him, but he stepped back, the distance physical now but symbolic of the emotional chasm between them.

"i love ya, y/n, more than ya'll ever know, but i can't be your second choice anymore. i can't be the one ya come to just to patch ya up for him," chris said, his voice softening, the anger giving way to a profound sadness. "i want to be the one ya choose, not the one ya settle for when ya're broken."

the room was silent, the only sound their breathing, the tension between love and despair palpable. y/n reached out, her hand trembling, but chris didn't move to close the gap.

"i need ya to see me, to choose me, y/n," he whispered, his voice barely audible, "not just as the friend who picks up the pieces, but as someone who could be your everything if ya'd just let me."

"can you choose me, please?"

the bot's plot is similar, yet not absolutely the same as this, you can check it out HERE. <3

[eddiebabygirldiaz]

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a snippet from calls fic for ya'll which can now receive my full attention and hopefully be finished soon!

Eddie has already caused enough harm, forcing his feelings onto Buck, feelings that aren’t wanted or needed or reciprocated, injuring both of them in the process.

And it’s affecting Chris too.

Chris has been asking for days now why Buck hasn’t come over, why he only gets to talk to Buck on the phone, why he and Eddie are acting weird around each other.

Eddie didn’t have any bit of his heart left to try and explain things to his son, to let Chris know how pathetic he is and affirm the fact that he only ever ruins everything between him and the people he and Chris love most, chasing everyone away until it’s just the two of them again.

Eventually Chris got tired of Eddie’s non answers, refusing to accept Eddie’s attempts to convince him that nothing is wrong and Buck has just been busy and is still recovering and needs his alone time.

Every excuse only made Chris frown, expression darkening the way Shannon’s always did when she was fed up with Eddie’s bullshit, and he threw a fit last night, asking Eddie what he did to make Buck go away.

Eddie almost told him then. He almost said I fell in love with him, kid. That’s what I did. But the words dried up somewhere between his sternum and throat, leaving him silent and gaping.

A haggard silence crackled in between them in the wake of Eddie's inability to be honest, and Eddie just watched as Chris’ face fell, his bottom lip trembling noticeably before he turned away and went into his room where he stayed for the rest of the night.

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[meiieiri]

Something about JJK 236 is bothering me

That fight...was awesome, but it could have gone better.

Other than the fact that I'm currently in mourning over our king's garish demise (don't get me wrong, I do want him to be happy in the afterlife and I'm slowly coming to terms with his death, it's just I can't really process all this yet), I'm still a bit confused how we got here so quickly.

I have countless questions and I know Gege will probably brush this off in the coming chapters and pull yet another meeska-mooska-Mickey Mouse Clubhouse move.

But there is one that lingers in my mind up to this day:

Remember during the Fearsome Womb Arc when Yuji and Sukuna deliberated with each other on the possible resurrection or re-animation of Itadori's body via a deathmatch?

Yeah. We all know Sukuna, the king of all curses, is a master at one-shotting his opponent. Just take a look at what he did to our best rose-colored boy who went from this:

To this, in a split second (lmao):

Yeah, yeah, I've read all the “copium” theories from other Gojo fans such as myself who are kinda on the fence when it comes to accepting Gojo's death as being final or not, but, let me bring this back real quick to the matter at hand.

Sukuna went for the head with Itadori. Of course, maybe he did that to shut him up sure, but what I'm getting at is, the head is the singlemost critical point to hit when it comes to sorcery dogfights.

He knows this.

And he probably knows that Gojo Satoru, the darling of the heavens, the uncontested gem of Jujutsu Society, is a reverse cursed technique user. Pretty obvious thing to catch since Satoru had been using RCT the entire showdown to heal his countless critical wounds.

So, Sukuna, in all his centuries of wreaking havoc on the world, should know that the only way to permanently kill a sorcerer who uses RCT is by targeting the head. There were so many instances in this entire deathmatch that we are completely blown away by Sukuna's prowess and overall mastery of Jujutsu.

Can you imagine the amount of practice he's had over the years with other "greatest sorcerer of their generation"s? He knows the ins and outs of Jujutsu like scripture, which is exactly what kept Gojo Satoru on his backfoot for some parts of their skirmish.

Now, here's the thing that's bothering me:

I liken Sukuna as something like a super computer. All that battle experience is readily available to him like some Jujutsu techniques data bank, not to mention, Mahoraga's adaptation clearly gave him yet another advantage in this fight for the title of the strongest.

He knows Satoru Gojo has been frying his brain using Reverse Cursed Technique this entire time, and he's probably seen his former opponents do the same as well. He knows that the only way to kill them is by dealing a devastating blow to the head via decapitation or complete obliteration of the body.

So, my question now is:

Why did he bother cutting Gojo in this particular manner? Why didn't he go straight for the head, since Mahoraga's adaptation blueprint can now allow Sukuna to cut through reality/space itself and therefore bypass Gojo’s infinity non-selectively?

Arrogance now that he's secured his definitive victory? Or the so-called warrior's high? Why leave room for obvious speculation when it could so easily be crushed into smithereens if he just went for the kill?

It's all very confusing. I'll point back to the time when Sukuna swiftly decapitated Itadori.

And I'm willing to bet that that move was deliberate since at the time, Itadori had already been in Jujutsu High for quite some time and Sukuna must have realized that under the tutelage of Gojo and other sorcerers, he must be learning a thing or two about RCT here and there which may have led him to end the fight quickly hence, the resurrection of Yuji Itadori.

Now before, ya'll attack me, I know what manga panel you're gonna throw at me to deconstruct this entire analysis and dismiss it as "copium". So, I'll put this here:

I know it may look like Gojo's entire head has been blown off at this point seeing the pool of blood he's currently lying on. But why is Gege or the editor making the effort to cover Gojo’s head with the text bubble when, logically speaking (and coldly at that), Gojo should be deader than dead? Which he…in theory based on the afterlife sequence, SHOULD be.

And with that whole North/South thing to cap it all off? Though, I wouldn't dwell on that. The wording in that bit was very vague and I’m not really into the habit of over-reading so hehe~

Anyway.

Could it be there's something else in store for Gojo Satoru? Is something else at play here?

Or is this simply a writer's failsafe, just in case Gege wishes to bring back Gojo Satoru so that he'll have a rational explanation as to how that came to be? No one knows. But I think this wasn't some on-the-fly decision by Gege or the editors.

Gege Akutami - though as a writer myself, I find his current choices for the story to be a little questionable with the many gray areas where plotholes could eventually arise - has been deliberate about this story since the beginning, having already mapped out the fate of Fushiguro Megumi.

This panel, the entire chapter, the circumstances we're now currently witnessing is deliberate. And maybe...we haven't seen the last of Satoru yet.

I'll leave this here for everyone to think about. This is all speculation, after all, so don't be mean about it, Jesus. In the meantime, I'll just admire my husband, Suguru, for now and will probably go back to writing my fics~ 💕

[sevsbestfriend]

A Severus Snape x MaryMacdonald story idea

"--This is a new chance at life for you Severus, you can go back and fix all your mistakes and truly get a happy future for yourself"

"I...don't think I know how to live anymore Albus, there will not be any point in going back, Lily would be a 10 year old innocent child and I would be.."

Severus exaggeratedly gestures at himself.

"However, we can come to a...compromise" Severus said after some hesitation.

"And that would be?" Albus looked at his friend curiously"

"I would be amenable to.. giving my younger self my memories if that is possible. Devoid of my own emotions of course, then he can make the choice himself and what he wants to do, without me stealing his life from him. However miserable that life might have been"

Albus frowned, while he believed it could be done by the higher powers that be, he had wished his friend would just take this chance to build a happy life for himself. After a few moments of deliberation Albus agreed to Severus's idea.

The process to send Severus Snape's unbiased memories to his past self began.

But it looks like something went wrong...

In Cokeworth, 8 year old Severus Snape woke up just like he would any other day going about his life normally

In Little Whining, Mcdonald Orphanage

an 8 year old girl named Mary woke up with a mild headache. The girl had come to 3 conclusions.

1 she see could see or saw the future of someone name Severus Snape.

2 She wanted to find Severus Snape and be his best friend.

3 She hates Lily Evans.

Edit: Just to let ya'll know, this is Mary Macdonald. A character in the marauders era, that one girl who gets harrased by Mulciber. I changed her background a bit just so her situation is more relatable to Severus.

[anangelwhodidntfall]

Promise You'll Be Safe: Tsu'tey

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word count: 800

description: You worry about Tsu’tey leaving and returning to you safety especially after what happened the last time he left you...

You always hated when Tsu'tey had to leave, it always brought up those feelings from when the Skypeople attacked and you nearly lost him. Sure he was only going to hunt but that didn't stop all those negative outcomes running through your mind, as you tried to be supportive of him and how happy he was about leading the hunting party. Tsu noticed how quiet you were during dinner, only talking when spoken to, and at first, he thought you were tired from work but then he noticed the sad look on your face as everyone kept talking about the hunting trip tomorrow which made him worry, and you seemed to cling to him more than normal not he minded but he was worried now.

"Yawne are you okay?" He asked pulling you into his lap.

"Just worried about the hunting trip is all." You quietly said playing with one of his braids.

"Why are you worried?" He asked even though he felt he knew why.

"Worried about you, especially after the last time you left. I almost.....I almost lost you last time...I'm just scared is all." You said blinking away the tears that were threatening to fall as Tsu felt his heart clench at how scared you were.

He remembers the sky people war and how he thought he would never see you again and how he fought to come back to you not wanting to leave you alone in this world. He remembers the nightmares you suffered for months after he returned and how you practically glued to his side 24/7 out of worry that something would happen to him while you were gone.  It wasn't until he felt one of your tears hit his skin that he snapped out of his thoughts and looked down at you seeing the sobs softly rake through your body and break his heart in the process.

"Yawne, look at me. Can you look at me please?" He asked as he slightly leaned back so he could look into your eyes.

"Sorry I know I'm such a crybaby." You said wiping your eyes.

"Hey you are not a crybaby..you and I both went through something very traumatic but I promise you that I would never leave you willingly.  You are my life sweetheart, and I hate seeing you like this. What can I do to make you feel better about leaving tomorrow? Cancel the trip? Because I will do it with no questions asked, you're the only thing important to me." He said holding your face in his hands.

"No my love I couldn't possibly ask you to do it, and plus I'll never work through this if you stay here...You can go just promise that you will come back to me alive and unharmed.." You said.

"I promise you, it's only a few days and I'll have multiple people there watching my back. But all I'll be doing during the trip is counting down the minutes until I'm back here with you." He said nuzzling his head into your skin.

"I love you Tsu." You said.

"I love you too, my love. Let's get some rest." He said picking you up and carrying you to ya'lls bed.

You saw him off before he left where he promised you in between a million kisses that he would return to you. Once he left you went home and rested for a bit more, before getting up to find Neytiri and see if she need help. Over the next few days helping Neytiri was a great distraction for both you and your mind as you waited for the hunting party to return.

"How are you doing ma y/n?" She asked you.

"I'm alright. Just a little worried about Tsu is all." You said to her.

"I'm sure he's alright and will be back to you any time now. Thank you for helping me out while Jake was gone." She said to you.

You were about to respond to her when the horn went off signaling the party was back causing you to abandon you were work and her as you rushed to go greet Tsu'tey. You arrived there and pushed through the people as you saw him climbing off his Ikran and smiled once he saw you. You ran directly into his arms as he picked up and hugged you tightly as you did the same, feeling your anxiety leave your body now that he was back.

"I missed you yawne." He said setting you down but keeping his arms around you.

"I missed you too, my love. I'm glad your back." You said to him.

[umbrellasareforever]

Empire of Death

Alright I'm so fresh off watching it and normally I want to give myself time to think before I say anything but also to think I need to get it out somehow so ya'll are getting my thoughts as I process them and then maybe I'll make a more intelligent post later.

Let's start with things I enjoyed!

Mel was fantastic, as always. Bonnie Langford is a treat and honestly, watching her this episode made me almost wish she could be the series companion again.

The Memory TARDIS! A genuinely unexpected surprise and while it made not have made 100% sense, it was a fun reference and a unique way to get around the fact that the TARDIS wasn't available to them.

I enjoyed the scene with the Doctor and the woman in that ramshackle hut. It was a sweet, somewhat slow moment that let you feel the universe a bit. Honestly, I wish the episode had started with that, it would've been a great hook.

As much as I adore my Paradox Baby™️ theory, I do think that having Ruby discover that her mother is, in fact, just a person was quite sweet. It was nice to see a RTD companion actually have a happy ending for once (although we know she's coming back, but hey, it's still a sweet moment).

Okay uhhhhh let's get into my problems...

If Ruby's mother was really just a person why the hell did it snow every time her mom was mentioned? I get the whole "the more significance you give something, the more important it becomes", and I know that the universe is now more supernatural than it was before, but was that the supernatural bleeding in? And while we're on Ruby's mother, why did she point so dramatically to the sign? No one was looking, no one would've known that's what she named her daughter. Is it just a total coincidence that she ended up with that name? Am I crazy?

The moment Rose died so unceremoniously I knew that it was going to end up being one of those "no consequences" episodes and I felt incredibly deflated. I get that Russell needs to make the stakes feel high but I really don't think this is the way. You can't have every season end with a universe shattering event and then just as quickly put everything back to the way it was and expect me to still feel like there's a threat.

Piggybacking off that, whyyyyyyyyyyy the HELL did Mrs. Flood have to say the whole "end in abject terror" thing? I'm so sick of it. I'm so sick of every season ending with or being advertised with "OHHHHHH this next one is gonna be the biggest threat the Doctor has ever faced! Nothing will ever be the same!!" STOP!!! STOP IT!!!!!! YOU ARE KILLING ME JUST STOP IT ALREADY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Speaking of Mrs. Flood, as curious as I am about her and whatever the hell she is (Iris, Romana, Susan, the Trickster, something else entirely), I also think that the lack of any answers about her and the constant cutting back to her really pulled me away from the story as a whole. Whether it was because I'm more interested in her or because seeing her so much made me think her story was going to be more important in the episode, it just took away from the already limited time we had.

Which kind of brings me to my biggest problem; time. All season every episode has felt like we were rushing through, as if we didn't have nearly enough time to actually tell a story, and it sucks. It leaves stories feeling like first drafts and unsatisfying and meh. I know pacing is hard, but there's gotta be a way to make this stuff work.

On another note, the whistle was... uh... yeah. I'll accept the Doctor having Intelligent Gloves™️ and Intelligent Rope™️ and Psychic Earrings™️, but when a whistle falls out of a cupboard and he puts it on with 0 explanation and then uses what we can only assume is a normal whistle to control the TARDIS to *checks notes* shoot a cannon out of the console and fly it over to him and Ruby... Yeah I just... that's a bit much for me.

Also Sutekh's been on the TARDIS for how long??? Since Pyramids of Mars??? What happened to him in Flatline? What happened to him when the Master turned it into a Paradox Machine? Or when it was blowing up constantly in Series 5? Or when House took it over in The Doctor's Wife? He was just straight chilling?? Honestly this is less of a genuine complaint and more of a "Wow, Doctor Who is wild!"

Now this is VERY much a nitpick and I need to get over it, I know, but God I need 15 to wear more Doctor-esque clothes. Seeing him walk around this whole time in blue jeans and a t-shirt or combat cargo pants and a t-shirt just felt so off. Seriously, when he had that leather trench coat outfit back on at the very end I felt a moment of relief.

And while I'm nitpicking, I know they didn't even really play a part in the episode but I want to, once again, voice my frustration with how much UNIT is a part of RTD2 so far and how it feels like there's not even a hint of military critique about it.

Yeah okay, those are my thoughts for now. If you really read all this, I appreciate and applaud you, and I very much hope you enjoyed the episode. I wish I did.

Here's to the Christmas special, I suppose!

[ilidaeandquill]

Yngya’s Repose - Behind the Scenes

Now that Yngya's Repose has been completed for a while, I'd like to share the "behind-the-scenes" notes I created for it and explain my process with writing it.

Yngya's Repose was an especially interesting story because it was the first time I followed a consistent three-act-plot structure, the one with all the pinch points, inciting incidents, plot points, mid points - basically all the things I should have known about writing ages ago, wrapped up in one neat little 25k fanfiction.

I am posting my notes to track the development process of my CotL fic series and to share the process of developing a story. Most of the time, your favorite fanfic authors aren't coming up with things on the spot. We don't magically whip ideas out of nowhere and consistently string everything together. We take notes. We test ideas. We try things and scrap them all the time. No one writes a perfect story, especially on the first try, so if you're a fellow fic writer, please let this post remind you that writing is supposed to be a flawed and beautiful process.

Photos of the notes and more details on them are below the break :)

Yngya's Repose was originally called "Project: Four" after its timespan of four years ("Ilidae the fourth year isn't finish so technically it's not four years" i'm aware let's just pretend lol). I named it Yngya's Repose after the unknown character Yngya mentioned in the Fanatic's writings. It's implied that Yngya was the crown-bearer of seasons, and when they died, the seasons stopped shifting.

Anyway I decided no fuck that she's alive just asleep and also she's a girl because we have soooo many masculine figures in CotL you can spare another girl.

Narinder meeting the Mystic Seller was supposed to be the inciting incident. Even after the story's done I'm not 100% sure it was a dramatic enough incident lol.

"A blizzard starts" no it doesn't i forgot Yngya was "dead" whoops.

Also, if you think of cool quotes or moments while daydreaming about your story, WRITE THEM DOWN. Even if they don't have a complete concept DO IT. DO IT DO IT DO IT any notes are better than no notes.

I scratched out quite a bit here lol.

Also, this is where more character motivations, specifically the Lamb's motivations, come through. If you take one thing from these notes please take this: stories driven by a character's motivation will always be stronger than one simply driven by plot.

Also left out a little bit here, my bad ya'll.

Past the halfway point, the midpoint, is often the biggest struggle for writers because it shifts the momentum of the story. There should be a segment between the midpoint and the third plot point (75% mark) where the protagonist (in this case, Narinder) must be reactive instead of proactive. Which is pretty convenient because he's literally known for waiting lol.

That said, I wanted to kill that "One Who Waits" idea behind Narinder in this story. Here, he's free, and makes his own challenging decisions. Once we get past that 75% mark, though, he won't have to wait any longer.

OOOH IT'S THE CLIMAX (ooh the climax ;))

ok real stuff aside the climax in the BIGGEST part of the story (importance-wise) so make it dramatic! Make it count!

This is technically the end of the story, but directly leaks into the primary fic in the series, which now has two chapters out and updates (hopefully) every Friday! I linked Yngya's Repose and All Is Fair in Death and War throughout this post, but they are also in the masterpoint on my account.

Anyway - thanks for reading all of my rambles lol. I love sharing the little details and processes about writing a fanfiction (mostly to just hope I'm not the only insane one who hyperfixates on writing). If you made it this far, thank you so so much for reading!

[transzilla]

god, I think you described me.. just skimming the tags when I saw the bit about forcemasc on a transitioned man.. I feel like such a teenager when what I want to be is a man. I don't know how to take it and demand my respect. I feel like I've lost so much not growing up this way. Can I still grow and be changed? Be forcemasc'd like I want to be even though I'm "already there"?

Bro, yes, literally yes... I wish I could just like haunt and possess some of ya'll sometimes and forcemasc you from the fucking spirit realm like a forcemasc demon LMAO

So a lot of the time your feelings of inferiority are coming from yourself. We suffer the most in our imagination. But if they aren't and it actually is somebody not respecting you, don't shy away! Examine it. If I was there I'd absolutely grind your face in it. When you do feel embarrassed somewhere and people aren't taking you seriously as a man I need you to go full humiliation kink and examine everything you possibly can. The most educating moments of our lives are frankly fucking horrible and you won't grow as a man if you aren't paying attention. The beauty here is observation, like is it something I'm doing? Are there any other men who are also being demeaned? I want you to know exactly where the pain is.

We need times in our lives when we are basically teenagers, stunted, clumsy, awkward shitty theatre kid versions of the men in our lives, all our feelings of shame and dysphoria are for a reason. We cannot truly eliminate weakness in ourselves if we can't find it, and the best way is exposing it. And that's a really humiliating process because a lot of us started way late at the most subtle exhibitions of masculinity. These cis guys have been doing it their whole lives.

But like, give yourself some credit, you're not the moron here. We aren't kids. We are adults and we can learn faster and adapt faster than kids can. Question your own perception! Are you really that far behind? I think honestly for the time you've been a man and the obstacles you've gone through to get to where you are you've been doing pretty damn well. You've dealt with things that majority of cis men would not be strong enough to deal with.

Do not be uncomfortable with your material reality because if you can't face it and look at yourself and all of your flaws you can't improve. You need to go out and do things and experience humiliation in order to expose all your weaknesses, and then work to eliminate them. Don't just shoot yourself down all the time, oh I can't do that, I'm too weak, I'll never get there, it's too scary, etc. like, come on, this is your life, this is serious. be a fucking man LMAO.. when you can force respect from yourself then you will be able to make other men respect you. That's the first step.

It just takes the nastiest ordeal to get there. Sometimes the ordeal is coming from us! We terrify ourselves. We torture ourselves worse than any other man could ever dream of. Start smaller and smaller, understand that your feelings of terror are jealously guarding your potential to be a man like a hen guarding its eggs and you need to just bare your teeth and rip that piece of shit limb from limb and take what you are entitled to.

Like let me stay grounded here. When I first started what I do for work, tree removal, it was incredibly embarrassing and nobody respected me. And they were right. Like I could barely use a chainsaw, I couldn't pull the cord fast enough to turn it on, couldn't lift the fucking thing. I didn't know shit about anything, and I couldn't figure out shit about anything, like I was lacking entire thought processes that other dudes could do starting in kindergarten, it went all the way down to going to lumber yards and boys getting excited over big machines and tractors, they were familiar with everything and had decades of experience on me while I was still learning how to be a man. There were some jobs I didn't stick around very long at, hahaha.

But then I learned, like I wanna say it took me about two years to get up to speed, And I took the piss and I accepted consequence. As soon as I stopped demanding immediate, fairy tale perfection from myself and my life and stopped with "should'ves" my life became much more work oriented and essy to deal with. Getting fired was fine. Getting bitched out and humiliated was fine. Going with incredible isolation and lacking very basic things was fine Because like shit I tried and and as long as some other guy is doing it to me I sure as hell don't need to do it to myself. I just had to work that much harder. Endure it!!!

some guys now are still better than me because they've been doing it longer but I'm functional now u know. And like these guys also don't know shit about anything, like wow they can lift a big saw and use a tractor but they're so focused on being masculine they don't fucking explain things. Because of their feelings and their oh you ought-tos and just absolutely writhing in weakness and inefficiency for NO REASON. Like I actually have a vagina, man, the fuck is your excuse? I've had quite a few bosses who will tell you to do something, give no details, get mad when you ask for details, and get mad when you do the job wrong. Then I feel like I am truly one of the guys when we're just discussing what the fuck our boss meant. Is he really a big fucking man when he can't do his job? When all the men he works with think he's a punk?

Where I'm at in my transition right now I still don't always get men to listen to me, like my coworkers in conversation, which at first I percieve as disrespect but then i need to consider the men I'm with don't really listen to anyone. If my current boss, a man in his 40s who has witnessed so many deaths in his field and is physically stronger and smarter than all of them can't get them to listen, is it really a blow to the respect I command? And these guys also all feel insecure about being a man, except they haven't figured out basic shit that I have so they think raising their voices means people will listen. A lot of these guys get their asses handed to them by girls, they can't handle heartbreaks. They bring up being jealous about me doing things that I considered feminine, they wonder how I can haggle well, make funny jokes, talk to girls, keep everything clean, cook well, play poker well - these are all feminine skills, haha, the empathy and sensitivity required in the money world especially.

Focus on your humanity first, and use being a man and your desire to be a man, to magnify and shape your desires as a human being. Like you wanna be a man. What does that mean? You wanna be respected, command other men? You want to take control? You want to be dominant? You want to be skilled? What will it take to get to that point? And have a little fun, enjoy the process it takes to get there, in its kinky, humiliating, rancid chained-to-the-radiator glory.