#but I'm always so blown away by the skill he shows

[sl33paholics]

Why Can't You Love Me Back?

Yan!Ali Jr x black!fem!reader

Warning(s): General yandere behavior, stalking, harassment

"Leave me the fuck alone."

Was something you said to the man you were once a fan of weeks ago, but how did it get to this point?

The famous Ali Jr., the son of the world's greatest boxers of all time, Muhammad Ali, was hitting on you. You always attended the boxing events where he was the main star fighting with someone else in the ring. Amidst the roar of the crowd and the energy of the fights, Ali Jr.'s charismatic approach caught you off guard. His attempts at flirtation carried a unique intensity, a blend of confidence inherited from his legendary father and a genuine interest that hinted at more than just a passing connection.

In the afterglow of the boxing spectacle, the buzzing excitement persisted as you finally found yourself face-to-face with Ali Jr. out of all the eager fans getting pictures and autographs. His attention shifted toward you, his gaze holding a certain recognition. To Jr., it was love at first sight. Your beauty seemed to have cast a spell, making that moment more than just a fleeting exchange in the afterglow of fame. With autograph and picture in hand, you left the buzzing scene, hyped up, and pumped that you got to meet the man you always wanted to see. However, unaware that this seemingly ordinary encounter would soon be one that you regret.

On his way back to the hotel, in the dimly lit interior of the limo, Ali Jr. couldn't help but replay the encounter in his mind. The city lights blurred outside the tinted windows as the hum of the engine provided a backdrop to his thoughts. "You seem to be deep in thought, sir," his driver would say, making a casual observation. Breaking from his thoughts, Ali Jr. met the driver's gaze with a thoughtful smile. "Yeah, I met this pretty lady at the after show, I hope to see her again." He'd simply say, looking out the window.

As more events happened, he'd see you in the crowd cheering him on. Your crop top hugging your breasts as you held up a large sign with his name on it, your presence alone made him want to win the fight just for you, and you only. It encouraged Ali Jr. to throw another harsh jab at his opponent just to show off how strong he was to you.

So when he asked you for your socials and phone number when the event ended, it caught you off guard, but of course, you couldn't deny the offer. He was your favorite!

It started off with a few compliments and replies to his Instagram story until it turned into full-blown conversations. Now, you could tell he was flirting with you through these messages, but you didn't give that same energy to him. Which he noticed, but Ali Jr. brushed it off and believed you were too oblivious to notice it via text.

On days free from the whirlwind of boxing events, Ali Jr. found solace in spending time with you. He'd whisk you away on rides, the city's pulse blending with the engine's hum as you explored streets together. You watched him spar at the gym with other inspiring and upcoming boxers. Ali Jr. would tell you stories of his childhood and his famous father.

To you, you only saw him as a man who wanted to become close with one of his dearest fans turned friend. Although, to Ali Jr., he saw this as an opportunity to court you and potentially ask you to become his girlfriend.

When the moment arrived, you surprised the boxer with a straightforward rejection. "I appreciate the time we've spent, but I gotta boyfriend, and I'm committed to our relationship. Let's keep things friendly," you conveyed. The honesty in your words made his mind go blank. Was it shock? Was it anger? He couldn't tell. Jr. stared at you with a terrified look. "Did I do something wrong?" Ali would ask. "No! Not at all, it's just that I'm not interested in you like that. At all. You're a cool guy with tons of skills, I just don't see myself being with you. Let's stay platonic."

Since then, he's been out of his mind. Those texts stopped for a while, and then it started to get excessive out of nowhere. Just leaving your phone down for a short time can have this man sending you over 50 messages. You no longer answer his calls. You told everyone around you of your encounter and called him "a weirdo." It was exhausting.

So many voicemails from this guy alone. Over a hundred messages, most of them are Ali asking why you aren't picking up his calls or not responding. The guy's voice ranges from pleading to frustration, and the tone is unmistakably hurt. Each message seems to carry a weight of its own, painting a portrait of a man grappling with the realization that his feelings are not reciprocated as he had hoped.

You can't even walk peacefully around the city without this man somehow finding you. It's as if he's always just around the corner, his eyes scanning the crowds for a glimpse of you. The encounters are awkward, filled with a mix of longing and resentment as Ali Jr. struggles to come to terms with your decision.

Now, you don't know how he found your address, but he's been sending you a ton of gifts lately. Surprisingly, they're things you always wanted, each one arriving with a little note attached. The notes are heartfelt, expressing his regrets and other times it's obvious flirtation. It's as if each gift is an attempt to bridge the gap created by your rejection, a silent plea for another chance. Sometimes, Ali isn't so heartfelt in those messages whenever your boyfriend comes to receive them at your front door.

Ali's messages become less heartfelt in those instances, almost passive-aggressive, hinting at a desire to undermine your current relationship. The gifts, once symbols of his remorse, now carry an undertone of possessiveness and jealousy, as if he's trying to assert his presence in your life despite your clear boundaries. The situation grows increasingly uncomfortable as the boundary between genuine remorse and manipulation blurs. It came to a point where your boyfriend begged you to go talk to the man after seemingly being followed by some of his men at one point nearby the residence.

Ali was so giddy to get a text from you agreeing to meet him late into the evening. His excitement was palpable as he hastily made his way to the rendezvous point. The night air was charged with anticipation, and every passing moment seemed to stretch into eternity as he waited for your arrival. It was a chance for him to express his feelings and plead his case once more, hoping that this meeting would be the turning point in your relationship. When he saw you approaching, he was going in for a hug only for you to move him away with your hand.

"(Y/N), I'm so happy to see you! I-I thought you hated me, so I sent you the gifts, and it seems like they worked," Ali exclaimed as he approached you, a mix of relief and excitement in his voice. His words tumbled out in a rush, betraying his nervousness. The gifts, once a gesture of his longing and remorse, now seemed to have shifted the dynamic between you. As he stood before you, his eyes searched yours, hoping to find a spark of forgiveness or understanding in your gaze. "Listen, Ali, what can't you understand?" You sighed, scratching your elbows. "I'm not interested in you at all." The words hung heavy in the air, punctuating the tension between you. Ali's expression shifted from excitement to disappointment, his features contorting in a mix of hurt and disbelief. The reality of your rejection seemed to sink in, casting a shadow over the hopeful anticipation that had fueled his eagerness to meet you.

"I won't accept that for an answer." Ali would say, making you raise a brow. "I spent my die-hard money on those gifts to make you happy. We went out together, called each other, and we texted each other every day!" Ali grabbed your shoulders, giving them a firm grip. "And you suddenly stop replying to me? You had me sick and worried. No texts back, no calls back, NOTHING! Why did I have to resort to shit like this?!"

"You stupid ass! You harassed me after I rejected you to be your girlfriend. I told you I have a boyfriend. Sorry to hurt your feelings, but that doesn't mean you have to blow up my PHONE!" you exclaimed, your frustration boiling over. Pointing your index finger at Ali, you made your feelings clear, leaving him looking at you in shock. "Somehow getting my address and sending stuff I didn't ask for? Your men following (B/N)?" The accusations hung in the air, the intensity of your words reflecting the depth of your exasperation. The two of you went back and forth, of course people around the area watched you two bicker at one another, some even recording.

"I'll say this once, leave me the fuck alone. I don't want you near me again," you stated firmly, your voice cutting through the tension like a blade. The weight of your words hung in the air, a final declaration of your boundaries and a stark reminder of the consequences of crossing them. Ali stood before you, his expression a mix of shock, hurt, and realization. He watched you stomp off to your car while standing there.

As much as your words hurt, Ali couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. He was happy that he got to meet you face to face after weeks of being ignored and unanswered. To see you in person instead of through a photo and video made Ali excited, as if he's meeting you for the first time again like he did that faithful day.

Ali wasn't going to back down. No matter what. The man was determined to find a way to win you over, to change your mind about him.

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

More arranged reader pls!

I love your writing

Bruce watched out the study window and leaned back in his chair. Dick should be training but- honestly, as you handed off a now tired and filthy sidekick to Alfred from Opal's back- he's not entirely sure he isn't.

Soft skills are important, and you had them. You also knew how to ride and- if Bruce wasn't mistaken you had a fairly good knowledge of various flora and fauna... things you would have been allowed to learn. You taught differently. Quietly. Tricking him into learning things. He'd find Dick parroting things back at him that you'd told him. Little things he'd squirreled away.

It was sweet in its own little way.

You paused and turned your face to the cold breeze, letting it tangle its fingers through your wind blown hair. Teasing the edges of the scarf you were using as a headband. And he felt his heart thud a little faster.

In quiet moments, when you were alone and unguarded, he got the best glimpses into how you really felt. In real time. Paintings were slow. And they changed. With him you were always careful. Never too much- too aware that he already knew too much. With Alfred and the rest of the staff- you were sweet but still cautious. Never strident, patient- aware that their loyalty was not to you. And with Dick, bless you... you tried to be gentle. And kind. To be someone he could run to when he was sad and angry... But even then, it wasn't how you really felt.

Today? He couldn't tell. Did you know he was watching? Or were there just too many others around? Before you turned to take Opal to the stable, he could see that you were smiling. Talking to gardeners and grounds keepers. Asking about something here or there- improvements or changes, maybe.

Bruce frowned. Hell.

He pulled himself to his feet and wandered to the stable. Finding you brushing Opal down and slipping her treats.

"It's nice to see you out riding again," Bruce said, announcing himself. "Everyone's missed seeing you out and about."

You stroke Opal's neck and look at him over her back. Thankful for the wall she made between them. "It's nice to be out," you sigh, "I was going stir crazy."

Bruce smiled a little and stepped closer, "I know. I thought you were going to snap when I picked you up from your mother's tea."

"That-" you trail off and shake your head, "she's exhausting."

"Putting it mildly," he chuckled, turning out his pocket to show Opal he hadn't come down with treats today. "I also wanted to thank you for- well. Being so nice to Dick."

"He's just a kid," you tell him, "he doesn't understand... any of this."

"Still," Bruce said, stroking the now-offended mare, "we never really talked about kids and I just dropped one in your lap."

You shrug, "It could be worse. He's sweet. And doesn't need bottles or diaper changes." You half turn to hang up the brush and Bruce reaches across Opal's back, gently catching your chin, stroking your jaw with his thumb.

"Anyone else would have thrown a fit, not made him up a room and sat with him while he talked to the cops," he said seriously. "No one expected-"

"It was the decent thing to do," you point out, trying not to meet his eyes, "isn't that what I'm supposed to do now? Pretend to be-"

"You're not pretending sweetheart," he breathed, leaning closer and kissed your forehead. "And I'm grateful you're on my side because if you weren't I'd be in deep shit."

[mbruben-stein]

Attack on Titan: Levi Ackerman dating a s/o who is like Violet Evergarden would Include.

Their relationship would develop very slowly and gradually. Both Levi and his s/o are extremely reserved, guarded individuals who have difficulty processing and expressing emotion due to their traumatic pasts as child soldiers. Trust and intimacy would not come easily or quickly for either of them. It would take a long time and a lot of patience on both sides for them to open up to each other.

They would bond over their shared life experiences, traumas, and difficulties reintegrating into normal society after leaving military life behind. Both know the horrors of war and violence from a young age. Both struggle to feel human at times and question if they even deserve happiness and love after the blood on their hands. Being with someone who truly understands helps them heal.

Levi would be endlessly patient with his s/o as she tries to comprehend emotions and relationships. He knows it's not her fault that feelings confuse her. When she says seemingly tactless or insensitive things, he doesn't take it personally, knowing she means well but lacks the social skills to express herself properly. He gently guides her when needed.

They are a power couple when it comes to combat and missions. Both are elite soldiers with superhuman skills. Levi trusts his s/o to have his back completely, knowing her capabilities. In battle, few can match their deadly synchronicity. They make the perfect partners on the most dangerous assignments.

Behind closed doors, a soft domestic side emerges, previously buried under years of hardened exteriors. Levi enjoys pampering his s/o in little ways - brewing her favorite tea, giving her shoulder massages after a long day, reading to her in the evenings. These quiet, tender moments are precious to them both.

Levi helps his s/o rediscover pieces of her lost humanity. He encourages her hobbies and interests outside of work. Seeing the small, beautiful things in life through her fresh eyes - a breathtaking sunset, a vase of her favorite flowers - reminds Levi there is still goodness in the cruel world they live in. Her innocence and wonder thaw his heart.

Physical affection is rare but meaningful between them. Neither are used to casual touches, so things like holding hands, kisses on the forehead, leaning on each other feel extra intimate and vulnerable. Hugs are reserved for emotional moments, a silent affirmation of "I'm here" when words fail.

Levi's squad would be surprised but supportive of the relationship. They'd never seen their grumpy Captain show a soft spot for anyone before. But seeing how he is around his s/o - the gentle looks, the protectiveness, the subtle ways he accommodates her needs - they know the love is real, even if neither are the type for public displays of affection.

Arguments are rare, but when they happen, both tend to shut down and go silent. Levi has a hard time articulating his feelings beyond irritation. His s/o struggles to identify why she's upset. But they always talk it out eventually, even if it's hard. Neither likes letting things fester.

On the difficult anniversary days - the fall of Shiganshina and Wall Maria for Levi, the death of Family members/friends for his s/o - they turn to each other for comfort, solidarity in their grief. "It's okay to not be okay today," they remind each other, riding out the painful memories together until the clouds pass.

Levi makes a point to praise his s/o frequently. He knows she received very little appreciation or positive reinforcement in her military upbringing. Whenever she does well at work or makes progress in her emotional growth, he's sure to voice how proud he is of her. Coming from a man of few words, the compliments mean everything to her.

While Levi was initially hesitant to be physically intimate, not wanting to make his s/o uncomfortable, he's consistently blown away by her enthusiasm and openness once they do become intimate. "I want to be as close to you as possible," she tells him earnestly. "I want to make you feel good." He melts at her guileless affection.

In the peaceful moments in between missions, they often sit together in comfortable silence, Levi sipping tea and his s/o practicing her writing. No words need to be spoken; they simply enjoy the relief of being together, alive, and safe for now. The future is uncertain in their dangerous world, but their feelings are constant and sure.

[bihanzo-advocate]

Ughhh I'm so fucking sluggish and down nowadays but BiHanzo's one of my hyperfixations that keep me going. Kinda pathetic I know, but I don't really care anymore.

Anyway, I got a lot of messy ideas/prompts/headcanons for fics of these two which I WISH I could make my own but I don't have the writing skills to execute it. Mainly focused on MK9 BiHanzo and I kinda made up my own AUs where they aren't grandmasters of their clans yet, the other where they just turned into grandmasters but have a secret affair while their clans are still enemies, then the other one where one misunderstanding leads to another and BAM these are just one BIG mess. Incoming messy ramblings and thoughts of them.

Some NSFW stuff:

Hanzo sneaking into Lin Kuei quarters late at night to meet his esteemed rival and secret fuck buddy in his bedroom. Bi-Han is surprised at how bold he is and tries to reason with Hanzo that they shouldn't because they're at risk of getting caught. Hanzo is too horny to care and just makes Bi-Han control and muffle his voice as much as he can. It gets very hot and heated. Hanzo putting his hand over Bi-Han's mouth while pressing his body down on him. Wherever Bi-Han held on for support, ice started to form on the surface showing how much he was trying to control himself. The room gets steamy from how rough and crazed their sex is.

I'd love to read about Bi-Han being tied up in Hanzo's chains and getting fucked senseless or getting pounded against a tree in the woods. They got the whole tree shaking for sure, leaves falling, branches tweaking- Yeah, I'll stop there.

Modern AU, Hanzo seeing a drunk and weak Bi-Han for the first time at a late night bar and he just gets his mind blown away from the sight. He gets a whole new perspective of Bi-Han and wants to know more about him. It seemed that Hanzo had way more tolerance and discipline than Bi-Han when it came to alcohol. The poor cold bastard was way too drunk to see or care that he's basically opening up to his sworn enemy and rival. Hanzo tries to stifle his laugh but shuts up very soon once he realizes it must have taken a lot for Bi-Han to get to this point where he starts dumping about all he has been through. I CAN ADD A LOT MORE TO THIS BUT I'LL SAVE IT FOR ANOTHER POST AND ANOTHER TIME. They don't fuck until they come to a conclusion about their relationship.

The hate sex is strong but it's also extremely satisfying for the two of them. I'm really into Bi-Han being a bottom here lol... after all he is SUB-Zero. Him being a dominant sub works too.

Pining/fluff/some angst:

Them always bumping into each other while on missions, tournaments, etc. They hated each other at first but slowly become fond of one another as time passes. Instead of fighting, they start conversing and notice that they are somehow similar, beginning to respect the other more...

Hanzo makes the first moves (holding hands, small touches, hugging, showing affecfion) and he doesn't mind doing it until Bi-Han is comfortable.

Bi-Han longing to be closer to Hanzo but he tries to suppress his feelings as much as he can, he then projects his "anger" and "hatred" for Hanzo so that he can hide the truth. He doesn't have internalized homophobia, it's just his circumstances that make it forbidden for him to have personal ties and fall for the enemy. His loyalty to his clan and the desire of his heart are constantly at battle. It slowly begins to rip him apart. He does a good job hiding what he really feels because Hanzo can't see through this facade. The cryomancer became all bark but no bite because he didn't want to hurt his secret love anymore. Bi-Han finally confesses his love before almost getting killed by Hanzo because he'd been tormented enough. He only wished to die by his love's hand at that point. But Hanzo is taken aback and shaken by the whole thing... then it goes on from there.

These two make me sick sometimes. I just need more gritty stuff between them. But that's it for now, will add more when I get ideas.

[pebblestar]

Raphael x injured! Reader

【 We're okay. 】

「 ok I did not expect this to be so lengthy- but uh y'know the drill. blood n all that jazz. 」

Every bone in your body aches.

Despite the torture you've endured for the past five hours, You know a part of it is your fault.

But you also don't regret it either.

You saved Raphael from getting shot at it, And who knows if he would've survived.

Hell, you were suprised to even be alive yourself.

The sound of shuffling footsteps reaches your ears, And the second triceraton grunts out.

"We should report back to the prime leader."

You barely register the rest of the conversation shared between them, But with the door sliding to a close, they finally leave you alone. For now.

For a time, you can only lay in the small puddle of your own blood, Attempting to somehow regain your strength back.

After five minutes, you attempt to sit upright only for your vision to blur and with a thud your cheek is pressing back agasint the cool floor.

Maybe a nap wouldn't be so bad.

You could always kick there asses later.

Then just maybe by that time Raphael would show up. Then see how you escaped by yourself... How you took down a triceraton yourself.

With that fantasy in your mind, You allowed sleep to pull you under.

• • • •

You're awoken by the sound of some sort of alarm blaring and for a moment your confused.

Your eyes dart around the white room, Then not only realize that you slept for longer then you'd have liked, but remember where you were.

Your body however is starting to feel a lot worse- Everything feels too suffocating.

Too hot.

But also to cold at the same time.

With a shiver, you try moving in hopes that whatever this feeling is will go away.

When you try sitting yourself up, A yelp of pain escapes you.

Oh no.

No no no.

With wide eyes, you glance down at your left leg as the realization dawns on you.

It's definitely broken.

There was no way you'd be moving anytime soon.

Before you can have a full blown panic attack over the situation,

The sound of beeping from the door startles you from your internal panic.

They were going to kill you.

You didn't want to die like this.

You wanted to show off to Raphael one more time- Show him how much your fighting skills had improved in just a couple of months of him training you.

Your breathing picks up, The panic begining to sink its fangs in you as the door finally slides open.

You go still.

Then a familiar voice is calling out to you.

"Y/n? Hey. It's me."

Raphael crouches down in front of you, Reaching out to undo the handcuffs around your wrists.

When you don't respond, Two hands carefully cup your cheeks and carefully tilt your chin up to look at him.

"Hey. C'mon, You gotta stay with me, Yeah?"

It takes a moment for the panic to subside.

Then your blinking slowly before your hand is reaching up to rest along his wrist.

"There you are. Let's blow this joint."

He's grinning at you.

But you shake your head.

"No no. I... My legs, Raph. Somethings wrong."

At your words, His grin immediately vanishes.

The turtle carefully moves you so that your sitting up, But even Raph can tell from your lack of movement just how much pain you were in.

Not to mention just how warm to the touch you are.

Wordlessly, He's lifting up your pants leg to investigate the wound.

Raphael can swear he feels vomit rising in his throat-

On your thigh, A red circle wrapped around your entire leg. It was hard to tell whether or not it was internal bleeding or a outer wound.

Either way, Your leg was incredibly bruised.

Raphael reached out a finger to try and figure out whether the circle that wrapped around your leg was a internal wound or not, but at your sudden whimper of pain he immediately pulls his hand away.

"Shit okay."

Raphael drew in a deep breath, Now placing both hands on your shoulders in order to ground you back to the current situation.

"You gotta stay awake. I need you to wrap your arms around my neck, And I'm gonna lift ya."

You shake your head.

"No no. Just leave me. I'm going to slow you down-"

"Stop. I ain't fucking leaving you. No way in hell."

Raphael refused to hear you give up your life so easily. You'd be going back home with him no matter what.

You meant so much to him.

Maybe more then you'd ever know.

His hands begin to carefully lift up your arms, And finally you cooperate as you slowly wrap your arms around his neck.

"This is gonna hurt-"

Raphael lifts you up by your legs, And it takes everything in you not to full on break down sobbing in front of him.

"Hurts. Hurts. Raph-"

"I know. I know. Just hold on a little longer."

His voice drops to a much softer tone as he cradles your body closer to his chest.

He wants to give you a moment to compose yourself, but the sound of a gun blasting somewhere down the hall startles you, And you can already guess that the way back home would be even more painful.

If you even made it that far, that is.

ꕥ ꕥ ꕥ

It's two days after your rescue.

Two days of not being able to see you.

And Raphael's patience is already running thin.

The turtle understood that you were incredibly fragile right now, And needed all the help you could possibly get.

But waiting around didn't make it any easier.

Mikey and Leo tried getting Raph to do other things, Mainly training which did work- But halfway through training Raphael would up and leave.

At first Mikey thought it was Raphael admitting defeat, But later found out that it was Raph going to interrogate Donnie whenever he left the lab on your current condition.

Needless to say, Nothing could keep the turtle in red distracted for too long because his focus was always on you.

On the third day, Raphael's patience finally snaps and he finds himself in the lab despite Leonardo trying to stop him for Donnie's sake.

It doesn't take too long to find you.

It's a spare room Donnie had set up, A makeshift infirmary.

You lay asleep but still look sickly.

He doesn't realize that he's practically wide eyed and staring until a voice breaks Raphael out of his trance.

"Is this what you wanted to see?"

Donnie comes up from behind Raphael, Arms crossed with a frown.

"How are they?"

"Not good."

At that, There's a flash of fear on Raphael's face.

Donnie sighs at his brothers reaction.

"Raph, it's only been three days. You have to give them time."

Raphael clenches his fist before asking.

"What about there leg?"

At the question, Donnie pales slightly.

Raph notices and glances back at your sleeping form, feeling frustration starting to bubble up inside of him at the lack of answers.

Donnie's phone chimes from somewhere in the lab and Donnie almost looks relieved to get away.

"I... I have to meet up with April for there medicine. Please be careful with them."

Before Raph can even blink or even demand answers, Donnie is gone, leaving the turtle completely alone with you.

Drawing in a breath, He brings up a chair to your bedside.

He doesn't want to invade your privacy, But with the blanket pulled up slightly he notices the bandages wrapped around your leg.

Or rather what was now a stub.

"It doesn't hurt."

At the sound of your voice, Raphael nearly jumps out of his own shell.

"Donnie can just make me a new one. Hey, maybe I can even be part cyborg now. Mikey will be sooo jealous."

Raphael doesn't understand how your smiling like it's nothing. You'd quite literally lost a part of your own body.

"Not funny."

Raph's voice is serious.

Then for a moment nothing is said between the two of you, until

he's speaking up again, clear frustration building up inside of him.

"If you hadn't got in the way-"

"But if I didn't you could've died."

You interrupt him almost immediately.

"That's real funny coming from you."

Raph grunts out.

Your hand finds his, and with a shaky breath you try to reassure him.

"Really, I'm okay.

We're okay. You got to me in time, You big ol' teddybear."

Raphael huffs his amusement at the dumb little nickname, But he doesn't feel like arguing with you.

He'd talk more about what went down when you were feeling better.

"Told ya to stop callin me that."

He huffs out.

"I think it's fitting."

There's a small moment of silence again, before you carefully turn on your side to look up at the turtle.

His hand reaches out to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear.

He hated how cute you were sometimes.

It meant you got away with most things, And any frustration he may have had toward you slowly fizzled itself out.

"Are you sure your okay... With y'know?"

Raph asks awkwardly.

It earns a small chuckle from you, before slowly nodding your head.

"Yeah. My leg wasn't saveable. It had to be severed before it infected anything else..."

You trail off with a small yawn.

"Your such a idiot. Y'know that? Always getting yourself into trouble..."

Raph mumbles out, but it's clear he isn't angry with you.

If anything he's more worried about your current condition.

You ignore his words, Reaching out for his hand as you trace slow shapes into his palm.

"You should take me on a date once I'm better. I could really go for some Chinese takeout again or maybe that new buffet place...

Your words trail off into nothing, As sleep is beginning to pull you back under.

"Y/n?"

Raph calls out quietly, Before checking that your still breathing.

He watches the slow rise and fall of your chest, and the tension in his shoulders loosens.

Now that he was in here with you, He wouldn't be leaving your side anytime soon.

He only wished you were awake for longer so that he could tell all the embarrassing details of what the both of you could do on the date.

Hold hands... Sit ontop the rooftop talking about nothing too important... Maybe even ask you to officially be his-

Raphael shakes his head, A blush creeping onto his cheeks.

He'd think about those things later.

But silently, He promises himself to help you through this difficult change. And make sure the date was even more perfect too.

After what had went down these past four days, What you had lost, you deserved that much.

[nightswithkookmin]

SET ME FREE REVIEW #1

I said I wasn't going to write a review so I'm not writing one. This is just a commentary. Take a deep breathe, unclench your jaw amd brace yourself for this ride.

I want to start off by saying, admiting, and testifying that Jimin is a genius point blank period. His creativity, his duality, his delivery and execution in every single art work is an attestation to this fact.

If ever his ingenuity was in question, Set me free sets the record straight. It is only Park Jimin that can dare to assemble such imposing sounds, competing talents, daunting expanse and fine rhythm in one room under the single gaze of an equally brilliant director and not get lost in all that magical mashups.

The song is huge. BTS level huge. And for him to attempt to take on a song that takes 7 brilliant minds of our generation, him included, with varying vocal skills and talent- I must say, Jimin has some big balls on him and I respect him for that.

When I tell you my mind is blown, it is.

The song reminds me so much of BTS and everyone seems to agree. However when they say it's a nod to the group I disagree. I'll explain in a minute.

He draws on familiar elements and artistic devices that's signature to BTS as a group thus infusing among other things, nostalgia and that feeling of excellence and excitement we associate with BTS.

But that was the plan all along wasn't it? To show you he is not afraid take on a big shark like BTS or even to be compared to the brilliance of the group? Namjoon told us in words, Jimin just walked the talk.

I don't think this is a nod to BTS however. Because then we have to ask ourselves, is Jimin celebrating the band or has the band been celebrating Jimin all along.

This is bringing to light the artistic inspiration behind the creation of almost all BTS' master pieces. It's jimin. It's always been Jimin, the choreography, the beat, the visuals- everything has been inspired or created around him and his capabilities. The group has always leaned into his strengths in that way. It's why he transitions so well into it even as Solo.

Blackswan comes to mind. The stunning visuals, the contemporary dance styles, the concepts- everything was woven around Jimin. There are pieces of him intricately woven into the fabrics of BTS.

You can't have BTS without Jimin.

He is the secret ingredient that spiced up the group and this master piece of an MV shows it.

It makes sense to say there are songs that were made for BTS with Jimin in mind, choreographies inspired by him and that played to his strengths and uniqueness too.

It's why people accused him of being Hybe's favorite or the director's pet. The writing was on the wall.

Does this mean the others suck?

Yes.

I'm kidding😆

If you want to look at the strength of BTS you only have to look at the strength of the individual parts that make up BTS. From Namjoon's lyrical intellect, Hobi's versatility, Suga's unmatched flow, to even Tae's radiance- you cannot dispute that these men rose not by luck but by substance.

I used to think their Solo phase was them moving apart and away from their shared identity but now I think its the phase for each of them to model and strut across the biggest runway to show the world what they each bring to the golden table that is BTS. It's not a competition among themselves. Not at all. It's a review and examination of the parts that make up the whole and they all have something to prove.

And by Odin's beard, THEY WILL PROVE THEMSELVES. EACH AND EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM. IT'S IN THEIR BLOOD. IT'S THE BANGTAN SPIRIT.

He killed it.

He delivered.

Part two will focus more on the themes, visuals and vocal delivery. Look forward to it.

Hashtag drinking Hennessy. I saw what you did there Jimin. And if you read my blogs closely you'll see what I'm getting at.

Cheers Jimin 🍻

YOU DID IT

[pjsk-writin]

can i kindly request toya, akito and rui with an s/o that is a graphic designer(????) with all the time in their hands, and so they make nearly all of the 2DMV’s that each group have instead of getting an actual job just so that they can stay snug at home?? they never rest tho, so the boys have trick them into getting a good nights sleep, and guess what, it works!! 😋😋

this just came up in my head right now so i dashed over here to request this! i dont mind if you add tsukasa at all either, you can do whatever you want <33

have a great day!

AWW THIS IS CUTE....as someone who does animations and stays up really late to finish them this request is so me fr. but ill do all the guys, i hope you have a great day too!! <3

♡ GRAPHIC DESIGNER - Toya Aoyagi, Akito Shinonome, Rui Kamishiro and Tsukasa Tenma x Reader

Toya:

Toya is definitely impressed by your skills, I mean, the MVs always turn out amazing-

He thinks it's kind of funny whenever he comes home and you're just snug under some blankets, working away on an animation

Of course, he's concerned about your wellbeing, sending you messages every other hour to make sure you're taking care of yourself

He's even more concerned by your apparent lack of care towards resting. You need to rest, seriously...

"...Hey babe." "Hm?" "I'll read you that one story you like if you take a nap." Cue you flopping into your blankets-

He refuses to let you work on anything until you rest. He does end up reading to you though, and kisses your forehead once you're asleep <3

Akito:

Akito is definitely amazed by your skills! He just finds it funny that he's surrounded by two stubborn artists-

He knows you prefer to be snug at home, but he at the very least wants you to go outside and do something

This leads to him taking you out to Vivid Street often. It helps to hear the music live, because then you get to have more ideas for animations!

Speaking of animations, he respects your passion, he always has! But, he knows you've crossed a line when he catches you sleeping on your drawing device-

"Okay, that's it." "What do you mean?-" "I'm not taking you to see our practices until you get some damn rest."

Whether or not you comply at first, he will quite literally hold you down so that you take a nap. At the very least, you get to sleep in his arms!

Rui:

Rui LOVES watching you make the MVs, and gives you pointers and suggestions every now and then

Also finds it amusing how much you prefer to be snug at home, he knows that he can be the same way when it comes to robotics

Speaking of robotics, he likes to bring his kits whenever he hangs out with you, and you two just sit there, lost in your own worlds

He's all too aware of how easy it is to lose yourself in what you're making and skip out on sleep, so he acts as a personal reminder for you

"If you promise me you'll go to bed, I'll let you help me plan our next show!" "Didn't you tell Emu something like that already?" "True, but you get the special priority!"

You do have to put up with his crazy ideas, but it'd definitely be worth it to see the combination of your ideas on stage!

Tsukasa:

Tsukasa appreciates art quite a bit, and is blown away by everything you make!

He respects your wants to be snug at home, however he does not stand for his favorite costar not going out and enjoying the day!

He'll take you out to everyday places, and although he manages to make a ruckus every single time, he also points out various designs and things he believes you can incorporate in your MVs!

He's used to making sure the people he cares about are in tip top shape, so he also does something about your refusal to rest

"Desperate times call for desperate measure, my dear costar!" "Huh-" He then proceeds to snatch up your drawing device-

He saves your project and then flops down on top of you, refusing to move until you sleep. He probably would have cuddled you until you fell asleep anyway, so it's inevitable-

[asteria7fics]

I've got a few questions for ya! Where did you learn to write like you do? I read through your newest fic and I'm blown away from how could you write!

And the other question I have, do you ever get worried? I hurt my brain and went down the SP confession rabbit hole, and now I'm worried about my writing now. I'm afraid of falling into tropes and writing these characters to be one dimensioned. How do you get past that?

First of all, thank you!! I never really know how to react when people compliment my writing as a whole, because truthfully I’m still very insecure about the way I write! It really does help to hear that people enjoy my writing style! (,,> ᴗ <,,)

I have a couple of answers to your first question. Learning to write has been a weird process for me if I’m being honest. I’ve always been told that reading is the best way to learn, and while I think reading lots of different things is a huge factor in being able to write confidently, there’s really no substitute for actually doing the thing.

I’ve always loved storytelling, but only really began writing stories down in middle school. Then I started finding RP partners online, and spent several years writing all kinds of stories and absorbing tons of skills from those people.

I’ve also spent an embarrassing amount of time listening to people talk about writing. Story structure, character development, all that jazz. There are several really great YouTube channels that discuss different writing techniques that I’ve taken bits and pieces from throughout the years.

Writing style is a very personal thing though, and while I’ve learned a lot from the way other people write, I’ve also spent a lot of time experimenting with my own voice. I’ve drafted tons of unfinished projects just to see what perspectives I enjoy writing from the most, or what sort of narrative voice I prefer to have. As you may glean from both TSOB and EWILY, I tend to take on a sort of sarcastic tone as a narrator, and for the most part I do that because that’s just kind of how I talk! I’m a smart ass by nature I’m afraid, though I think it also works well in the context of the sillier stories I tend to tell with my SP inspired works.

To answer your second question, yes! I’m always worried that my interpretations of certain characters won’t be enjoyed by the greater fandom, especially as someone who tends to not really vibe with a lot of really popular head canons. My solution to that? I pretend not to care!

Seriously though, I have spent a truly, horribly embarrassing amount of time studying these characters. Between watching the show, playing the games, listening to the episode commentaries, watching character analysis videos on YouTube (I’m a Johnny2Cellos girly myself), and reading some really, really good fan fiction I have put in the time to feel at least a little bit confident in my characterization of the main four boys, and sometimes Butters.

The fun thing about SP is that even Those Bastards play pretty fast and loose with their characterization, though.

Characters like Cartman who tend to have very consistent traits are usually the easiest for me to write. When I ask myself the question “how would Cartman respond to this?” the answer is usually whatever the worst possible response I can think of would be. Then I dial it back a little bit because I’m not trying to get cancelled.

But characters like Stan or Kyle are a lot more fluid. Sometimes they care very deeply about things, sometimes they don’t give a single shit. Sometimes they support one another through everything, sometimes they’re very quick to part ways. Characters like this can be really challenging, especially when you have them alongside characters who are often so cartoonishly villainous like Cartman.

My best advice for writing any characters, but especially for these particular characters, is to lean into their positive traits and flaws equally.

Cartman is actually a great example of this. He’s bigoted, crass and quite frankly kind of terrifying if you think about the things he’s done for more than thirty seconds. But he’s also extremely creative, pretty smart when he wants to be and, in many instances, is shown to actually care about his friends. Balancing all of these traits can be challenging, but it can also result in a more fleshed out, well rounded character.

Another character I see a lot of discourse about is Butters. To avoid making him too ‘uwu sweet baby’, as I often see it said, I balance a few things with him. Yes, Butters is generally very kind and sensitive to others’ feelings, but he’s also extremely gullible and can be a real asshole when he’s around the wrong people for long enough.

Of course, you don’t need to take my advice as gospel. I’m someone who has tried to keep the characters pretty close to canon (less so in EWILY than I did in TSOB, truthfully), but I’ve seen many incredibly written, extremely interesting SP fics that throw much of canon in the trash. Do what feels right for you and helps you to express the kinds of stories you want to tell!

At the end of the day, if you write for you and you enjoy the content you’re creating, then it shouldn’t matter what anyone else thinks of the interpretations you make. I especially don’t take anything on confession blogs personally, because if one of my head canons really offends someone they can talk to me about it. (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

Thank you so much for this ask! I had a lot of fun thinking about my own journey with writing these fics, and I hope some of my advice will be helpful for you! Much love, anon! ♡⸜(˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)⸝♡

[yaku-paisen]

The Nekoma-Karasuno match is pure joy.

I love how it starts out tense and dramatic: Kenma's sinister plot to shut down Hinata! The spooky birdcage imagery! I love all of that! But I also love how that all gets blown away when Hinata makes his escape. From there on out it's 100% fun and love of volleyball and connecting all these players who were once strangers. And despite the grand stage, that's what the match has always been about.

It's how the tension of the earlier matches is gone because the dumpster battle was as much of a goal as getting to nationals, and now that they've made it happen, they can all let loose.

It's the scenes of Kuroo and Kenma as kids, becoming friends and falling in love with volleyball at the same time.

It's Kenma trying harder than we've ever seen before and Tsukki smiling wider than we've ever seen before.

It's Kai giving up his spot to Inuoka with a proud smile and a heartfelt "good bump", a huge compliment on the team that prides itself on its floor defense.

It's everyone showing off their skills and showing their open, unabashed respect for each other.

It's the flashbacks to the summer camp, culminating in that beautiful spread where all the noise of nationals melts away and it's just Nekoma and Karasuno again, just like any other game.

It's the Nekoma third years knowing they've left the team in good hands. Now that their younger teammates really know what the team motto is all about, so they can walk away content.

It's "Yeah, we're all rivals here. But, at the same time, each of us are, to the other, a teacher" and "Let's go out there and play the best volleyball of our lives" and "I hurt. I'm exhausted. I don't ever want this to end."

It's how the game ends on a random stroke of bad luck, because the match itself was always more important than the outcome.

It's the way even Lev--sunny, often oblivious, unflappable Lev--got so invested in his team that he cries at the end of the match.

It's the Suga-Yaku shoulder bump and the Shibayama-Asahi bow of mutual respect and the big hugs all around.

It's the way both Ukais shake Coach Nekomata's hand.

It's just pure sincere unfiltered joy and I can't reread it without smiling ❤️🤍🖤🧡

[bookshop]

A correct amount of words about wang yibo

I keep trying to indoctrinate the good people of Post.news who have the misfortune to follow me into joining the Wang Yibo fandom. And that's hard to do given that this is a whole-ass sea of like white Gen X MSNBC liberals who probably only think about China as politics, but I am doing my LEVEL BEST, and the result is this absolutely enormous post about Yibo that most people reading this on Tumblr don't need to know, but which I am going to put here anyway, because I need to feel Seen.

I wish to talk about Yibo's beautiful New Year's Eve performance, but first some context.

actually no, first, a picture because isn't he lovely

Over the last four years, this has become a holiday tradition: Eagerly awaiting Wang Yibo's release of a huge song on December 30 — his only single of the year — that he then performs live on an annual New Year's Eve concert the next night. Every year, when he does this, it's a huge deal and the songs always become the bestselling single of the year on the last day of the year, which is the kind of massive flex that compels me to yell about it a lot.

So in 2019 he released "Wugan" (which he wrote) on 12/30, and it became the bestselling single of 2019. At the end of 2020 he released "Rules of My World," which he also wrote. That then became the second-bestselling single of 2020. (More on the single that beat him in a minute.)

The next year, he released his 2021 end-of-year single "Nian" completely for free, probably in response to the Qinglang restrictions I wrote about here, in which, among other things, China banned multiple mass sales.

Yibo is known primarily as an (extremely good) hip-hop dancer, so since "Nian" was more of a power anthem everyone was anticipating something more upbeat for his end-of-year song this year. Instead, Yibo surprised us all with a gorgeous love song, "Like the Sunshine" (像阳光那样)", which immediately became not only the bestselling single of 2022, but the first single to top 2 million sales in China since the CCP banned mass sales 18 months ago.

And then he paired it with this incredible modern dance performance at Dragon TV's new year's eve event.

Please watch it; he cut his hand and his feet while dancing barefoot on stage but kept performing, and this gives you such a good glimpse of what a heartfelt and mesmerizing performer he is.

What you wouldn't know just from watching this is that Yibo has rarely if ever danced modern dance before onstage, only hip-hop and other dances blending modern dance elements, but never anything like this. And yet he looks completely at home and in his element. The climax and fully the last 60 seconds show so much control and power, combined with his ability to be completely immersed in the flow and feel and emotional dynamics of of a song — which you get both from his movements and his vocal expression. He's just. So good. All the time.

It will be three years at the end of this month since I first discovered Wang Yibo, and I still feel every day like I just discovered him for the first time, because I'm continually blown away, not only by how tremendously talented and gifted he is at whatever he picks up, but by how unapologetically passionate and pure-hearted he is about loving dance and loving acting and music and racing and competition and all his geeky quirky little hobbies, about loving people and loving life.

Everyone who works with Yibo just winds up raving about about how talented he is, whether it's his acting or dedication or dancing or singing or that time he just fucking did this what the fuck, and you can see so clearly from all of this, and especially this new NYE performance, that it's not just that he's incredibly talented and skilled enough to master a totally new skill in weeks, but that he goes full-throttle in every performance, makes himself completely raw and vulnerable. Yibo eschews method acting, is arguably not neurologically suited for method acting, but instead has this wonderful ability to slip in and out of character, become whoever he's asked to become in any given moment. And when he's dancing as himself on stage, he consistently shows us his heart and his pure emotion, whatever it is.

He is just, above all things, a consummate entertainer: He prioritizes the mood and the moment of the art he's creating, and he delivers that consistently, each and every time. Case in point: let's enjoy him performing "Pick Me" for Produce 101 in 2019, when he served as dance mentor to women competing for a spot in a girl group. Every time Yibo gets asked to dance "cute" dances — and probably the reason he keeps getting asked — is that he commits to the cuteness without any posturing or machismo and just, again, lets his performance serve the dance/song without letting his ego get in the way.

Or! Or! This next song! I love this performance because it's completely inexplicable at a glance but SO fun and just, happy. What's happening here is: He's a special guest on a variety show where the object is (wait for it) to SING SONGS WHILE SPINNING ON A LITTLE SPINNY THING.

And one of the judges of this show is Da Zhangwei, who's both a well-known like, comedy/variety songwriter and Yibo's good friend (they hosted a variety show together for years). So Yibo makes a surprise appearance to perform one of Da Zhangwei's own songs, "Pop Rocks Candy," while spinning around on a little spinny thing!!!! (China!!!!)

And this should be absolutely absurd, like, cringey beyond belief, over-the-top excess, right. But because Yibo is so committed to this performance, without a hint of embarrassment, it somehow just becomes this joyous, endlessly delightful gift of Wang Yibo performing one of his friend's songs and turning it into a celebration of fun and whimsy.

OR! here he is being dragged into a silly dance battle in 2018 while filming the rom-dram Gank Your Heart. Nothing at all going on, he's just hanging with the other cast and dancing for fun, except Yibo is just so excellent that the camera eventually gives up following the other cast members and just zooms in on him. Everyone always winds up zooming in on Wang Yibo.

To return to 2020: Yibo was second in song sales that year only because the top spot went to his best friend Xiao Zhan's song "Spotlight," which was/is the biggest selling single of all time, as in, in world history, as in this song outsold both the Beatles and "White Christmas". You will assume I must be exaggerating until you click that link and learn that this is actually a well-verified fact.

The reason you have never heard "Spotlight" is because the combined impact of the CCP's isolationist tendencies and the tendency of other countries to treat China like a sealed vacuum means it's easy to ignore/write off whatever's happening in China, even while entertainers like Yibo and Xiao Zhan are making major inroads and breaking through international culture divides.

But I think that might be changing sooner rather than later, and Yibo is a big part of the reason. In Q3 of 2022 his studio, Yuehua, was preparing to go public (they eventually withdrew) basically fully on the strength of Yibo's popularity: They released an investor report claiming he was responsible for 80% of their overall revenue in 2022. (I saw a later claim that in Q4 that # jumped up to 90% overall but I couldn't find a source. I believe it, though, because YIBOOOOO.)

Yibo has three films coming out in 2022. One of them I've already discussed in this Post post (lol), without mentioning the fact that in the scenario where Born to Fly is China's version of Top Gun, Wang Yibo is Tom Cruise as Maverick. (At age 24, by the way — just a year older than Cruise when he first played the role.)

The other two are equally eye-catching. One is One and Only, a street dance movie created and scripted entirely around and for Yibo, clearly inspired by what an absolute phenomenon he has been as a captain on Street Dance of China. This movie won the Weibo award for most anticipated movie of 2022 (back when we still thought it was coming out in 2022, sob). The director stated on the awards red carpet, "If there's no Yibo, then there's no movie." Brb sobbing into my tea.

The final film drops on 1/22 and it's called Hidden Blade (previously titled Anonymous) and he stars alongside Tony Leung, YES I SAID TONY LEUNG, and it's also one of the most anticipated films of the year. And, listen, I would go a long way just to watch Tony Leung, but the trailer, along with the latest just-released poster, each make it clear that Yibo is every bit the co-star:

Sooooo this movie will probably land on the international radar — hell, it already has — and if I know Yibo, he won't be easy to overlook.

Because that's the thing, always: Eventually, no matter the context, you always wind up zooming in on Wang Yibo.

[hughiecampbelle]

hello hello!! hope you're doing well <3 so i saw ships were open again... and i did get one as an anon a while ago, but the format has changed for the 10k so back i am for your amazing writing <3

i'd love to be shipped with someone from the boys!! (i do feel bad requesting for specific characters even though it's incredibly easy to see who i want to smooch in this show. i love them all though and above all love to see authors get creative. go crazy go bonkers. ok with any character but the deep, homelander, stormfront, and firecracker.)

i'm a bi & ace jewish brazilian girl, 1.72m tall, with long, straight, brown hair (that i've always thought about dying but always chickened out of). no tattoos, even though i have a list of which ones i'd get and what do they mean. i'm from brazil but currently go to college in new york, majoring in theatre and minoring in translation. i'm fluent in portuguese and english, learning french, and have the life objective of becoming a polyglot.

i'm in love with theatre, literary analysis, linguistics, music, writing, and art in general — will absolutely ramble about anything i am interested in, and also might have strong opinions on stuff that maybe i didn't need to have a strong opinion on 💀 i can get a bit combative about that at times... i definitely take as my biggest skill, besides singing and acting which are quite literally my intended job (i want to be a musical theatre actress), eloquence and just my way with words (toxic trait is believing i'd talk my way out of a murder fr fr). friends that know me more recently would even say i'm an extrovert because of that, but honestly i am a pile of nerves of an introvert with social anxiety that simply loves yapping and putting on a show. most notable quirk/habit might be how precise i always am with finding the right words because i simply cannot leave an opening for misinterpretation (and that's on anxiety and a suspicion of undiagnosed adhd oops); that might lead me to be a bit picky (for the lack of a better word), specific, and/or literal with the words other people use as well.

other tidbits: i can't cook for shit, i love cats (i have a rescue named lily) but also like dogs a lot, i love kids and have been told i'm good with them. i'm crazy lucky for some reason and i love crime comedy movies. i'm almost always writing or thinking about writing but i can't ever finish a project (and you may have realized by now i write too much). i love arts & crafts & other manual activities, i do knot friendship bracelets to de-stress. my default hangout with anyone ever is grabbing coffee. i'm also pretty proud of my music taste — from alt rock to 40s-50s music, love curating the vibes and i'm a bit of a playlist freak. also i would 100% show brazilian music (mostly rock and mpb, brazilian popular music) to whoever i'm paired with 💥🇧🇷

when it comes to love life oh boy i am a disaster — the two situations i have ever gotten myself into were the objective hottest girl i know and the weirdest guy i've ever come across (and both are my good friends atm). for me doing something creative, like a project together, is the quickest way to bond; and being in cahoots with someone is the deepest form of connection. let's ramble about our interests, be weird together, cause a diplomatic crisis, watch a movie, write something, idk.

this was LOOONG but i hope it's not too much and it gives you plenty of material to write with!! thank you so much for carrying the the boys fandom on your back enna <3

Annie is actually blown away by both your love of and intelligence with languages. She's always trying to learn both Portuguese and French sayings (mostly nicknames/"I love you") to surprise you. She loves the look of joy on your face when you realize what she's trying to say. Her pronunciation could use some work, but it's still very adorable

It melts Annie's heart when she sees you around children. She knows it can be a lot, with kids and their parents running up to her, asking her for pictures, showing off their Starlight costumes. She would understand it got a little exhausting. But you have never minded, instead you ask them questions and make them laugh, telling them they're little superheroes, too

Annie feels like she can truly be herself around you. After all those years with the religious conventions and the time she spent with Vought, she was never allowed to be herself. She couldn't show off her real laugh that's squeaky and high-pitched. She couldn't swear as a teenager or say all the crude jokes she thought of. With you, though, she can let loose. She doesn't have to uphold this image like she's had to her whole life

You and Annie are as equally terrible at cooking. You make a plan to cook together, learning recipes and measurements. Sometimes the food gets burned, or worse, under cooked, and a few times you've had to split it out, wondering where you went wrong? But, overall, it builds your skills together and it makes you feel better about your lack of skills

Annie comes to every show you're in at least three times. She'll bring Hughie and Kimiko first, then M.M. and Frenchie, and the third time she goes along, wanting to see you in your glory, feeling like this moment belongs to her. She shows up with flowers every time and tells you parts and songs she's loved as if you hadn't spent weeks practicing lines and songs with her. She's so proud of you, she can't contain herself. She definitely happy cries at the end when you take your bows!

Want to request a ship?

My love!!!! I hope you like it!!!! :D Xoxoxo💜💜💜💜

[echantedtoon]

What If: Kaigaku Edition

DISCLAIMER: THIS WORK IS IN ABSOLUTELY NO WAY CANNON TO DEMON BRIDE AND IS NOT AN ENDING. IT IS A WHAT IF IDEA THAT I THOUGHT WOULD BE FUN TO WRITE. PLEASE KEEP THAT IN MIND GOING FORWARD.

Warnings: Rui has a nightmare, Rui, Kaigaku, and Y/n get blown away and crash-land in flashback.

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The Infinity Castle was always a place that rarely any humans would be graced to see even once in their short lifetimes. Oh how he reveled in that fact and the fact that HE had such high privileges even amongst other demons. And why shouldn't he be proud? He had everything going good in his life right now 

He bested Enmu earning him the title of Lower Moon One. Earning him a higher rank. He was the one who could order all other lower moons. He obtained a powerful position all due to skill. Every lower person bowed to his strength. He had a high position. Respect. Power. Money. A beautiful badass fiance. Any luxury at a snap of his fingers. What more could he ask for? Why a day just between them of course. Just him and his woman. He didn't (beg-) ask Kokushibo for a day off just to waste it. It'd be nice to finally have a day off. Just him and his fiance-

"Thank gods you're here. I nneed you to watch Rui for me today."

His perfect fantasy for the day shattered in his hands as soon as the words tumbled out of your mouth and landed on his lap. Kaigaku had just arrived to the sight of you walking around frantically getting fancily dressed up. Ar first he thought that obviously it was for him, but any reality of THAT was also shattered. 

"Ms. Rei invited me to hang out tonight," you said putting your hair up, "I think she wants to spend time with another woman that's in a similar position to her. You showed up just in time to help me."

"WHAT?!," he demanded with a scowl and pointed at you. "Aren't you forgetting that WE were supposed to go out sometime this month?! I had to ask Kokushibo Sensei for literally days before he let me have today off!! I didn't sign up to babysit the shrimp!"

You turned raising a brow at him deadpanned. "I remember but we didn't agree when we'd go out. You didn't even tell me you were coming until after I made plans with someone else."

"Then let me go with you! Problem solved!" It'd be annoying to go on a date while with the Master's wife and the shrimp but  it'd be better than babysitting all day.

"No. I already made plans and it'd be rude to just invite people along. If you didn't want to come to this then next time give me a heads up. You ARE going to watch Rui for me today and THAT'S FINAL." He hissed in anger holding up his hands in frustration. "It's not going to be so hard. It's only for today and Rui's going to spend most of today in school anyways. So I'm only asking you to drop him off at school and watch him when he comes home. I should be back by then."

"Why do I fucking get roped into these things!?"

"Because you love me. Now come in. He's still asleep right now but he'll wake up soon. Just make sure he gets to school." You finished up with your hair before walking over to him and patting his shoulder as he scowled. "It's only for today. I'll talk Ms. Rei into giving us tomorrow together. Kokushibo won't argue with her. Alright?"

He scoffed rolling his eyes. "It's still annoying."

"I know. Just deal with it."

He bristled and lit up a bright pink when you gave a quick kiss to his cheek before just leaving. Leaving him standing there by himself with just the sleeping shrimp in the next room over. After a moment he just mumbled some curses and stomped over to plop himself in a nearby sitting pillow head in his hands. This couldn't be any worse- His ears perked up. His head turned. Blue-black eyes stared at a sliding door against the other wall slowly slide open. He blinked as a pair of red-green eyes timidly peered out from the other side. Kaigaku watched as a pale child shakingly gazed out and around the room before him. Tears lightly staining his cheeks.

"Ma-..M-M-Mama?'

The sky was close to him. The trees were below him but they were approaching faster and faster and FASTER. And there was no way for him to stop it! There wasn't anything to latch onto, no safety webs, and no one to hold his hand and stop his tumbling and twisting and turning. No sounds but the wind and no feelings but the panic in his heart.

He was going to die.

But...he just got a mother. He finally got someone else to notice him...HIM-him. Not -his father's heir' him. And as soon as those trees get close enough- That's it. No more stories.  No more hugs. No more family. No more mother...No more anything. He couldn't regenerate from the damage this big of a fail would cause. His weak body could barely heal a cut within an hour. He would die before he even knew what happened. Why wasn't he born with a stronger body? If he was so special then why was he suffering so much? Why was everyone after him just to inflict pain? It wasn't his fault. All he ever wanted...All he ever asked for...Was someone to take notice...And tell him that-

A pale hand reached out to the moon getting smaller and smaller.

That everything would be ok.

A grey hand wrapped itself around that wrist and YANKED!! He found himself suddenly pulled against someone as black as night. A powerful arm pushing painfully against him pressing him further into something black breathing heavily. His fists clenched around the black fabric as he looked up into the one who was shielding him from the upcoming crashes. A pair of blue-black eyes gazed at him before the first crashes of branches caused the man to cry out.

"Yeah.. She's not here right now." Kaigaku wasn't sure what to respond with other than that seeing the sight of the small child trembling and standing in the doorway staring at him..Well..This was incredibly awkward. What the hell happened to the shrimp? Nightmare maybe? Dammit he had no idea how to navigate around kids!! This is why he didn't want to babysit! "Uh..Yeah. So go blow your nose or whatever. I'm dropping you off at school." He tried to just...push the awkwardness aside.

Instead of doing literally anything he said, the child laser focused on his form silently enough to make him squirm. The gaze he gave him felt as if he was looking directly into his soul. Creepy. What was he supposed to do? Baby him? Yeah. Not gonna hap-

"P-Papa."

"Hey, Shrimp! What's making you perish over there? Get up and follow me. We need to reach that town!"

Rui wheezed but managed to speak out between gasps. "Can't. My body's going in on itself again."

He stayed there wheezing and gasping for breath even as Kaigaku came back over and  pressed a hand on his forehead. "You're running a high fever. Can you walk?" Rui wheezed and Kaigaku groaned. Rui blinked as something strong wrapped around his middle and a moment later he was pressed against a black coated back, held there by Kaigaku's tail. "Try not to get sick on me or else you're not being carried in comfort...And not a word of this to anyone! You hear me!? I have a reputation to keep!"

Rui didn't say a word but snuggled into his colder skin sighing in relief it have his hotter body.

"What? AH!!" 

Kaigaku threw up his hands and bristled as a white blur suddenly rushed him. Latching onto his middle and burying his tear stricken face into his chest. The sudden hug forced onto him made Kaigaku squawk out a noise before just staring down at the boy frozen.

"I-I had a nightmare again," the shrimp sniffled against him wetting his coat with his tears, "I-I was falling t-through the sky...A-And I was g-g-gonna die ..and Y-You saved me. I love you, Papa."

Another glass shattering noise went off inside Kaigaku's mind as the utterly horrifying realization hit him. The shrimp for whatever reason...Had Imprinted on him.

".....Fuck my Life-"

Many looks were given to Lower Moon One as he stomped down the path towards a large menagerie of buildings together circling and constantly rotating. The school all demon children attended in this hellscape. However it wasn't the fact that a Kizuki Lord was present. It was the fact that he was a Kizuki Lord with a child happily holding onto his tail with a bright smile on his face. It was fucking embarrassing!! He told the shrimp to let go but he didn't, only gripping onto his tail hader. Many other parents and other children looked on in silent surprise or awe at the sight of him leading a child to school. He has to get out of here as soon as possible.

"Alright! We're here." He immediately stopped and turned to stare at the child still holding his tail. "Get going." Gods this was so embarrassing he felt his own reputation already crashing around him.

The small fry frowned at him. Why wasn't he going already? Rui stared at him before looking at the school, then at him again before both hands grabbed his tail now.

"Oh no! Absolutely not! You can go in there by yourself! I'm not pandering after you! And that's final!"

"Now class, today we're reviewing your knowledge on the great betrayal over two thousand years ago. Now who can tell me the name of the three generals that made the most impact against the war with humans?"

Kaigaku sat there awkwardly sitting in a chair too small for him and meant for a child to sit in. Many young children staring at him in awe despite the teacher's instructions. Next to his awkward form Rui calmly shifted to his book according to his teacher's orders like the obedient student he was. His tail resting on the desk next to his hand. He was never more embarrassed in his dam life! This was SO HUMILIATING!!! After a few more minutes he turned feeling the grip leave his tail as Rui wrote something on a piece of paper. Taking the chance he silently removed his tail from the desk and sighed as he finally got a break from the kid- Rui's hand reached over to feel the space on the desk where he left Kaigaku's tail. Patting around a few times he finally blinked and looked over noticing that the tail was gone. Kaigaku groaned as Rui just reached out of his chair grabbing the end of his tail again in one hand, and just went back to his studies like he wasn't holding onto him.

Screw his life.

"So...Did something happen while I was gone?"

He scowled hard at you as you smiled amused at the fact that Rui had STILL refused to let go of his dam tail this entire time. He'd literally went LITERAL HOURS just sitting in a classroom awkwardly being stared at by awestruck and confused kids as Rui held his tail and followed him around holding onto him refusing to let go for more than two minutes!! And even after quickly retreating back here to meet you, you were ungrateful enough to mock and coo at his embarrassment. CAN'T YOU SEE HOW MUCH PAIN HE WAS IN!?

"Papa spent the day with me," Rui answered busy with whatever assignment the teacher gave out AND STILL REFUSING TO LET THE HELL GO OF HIS TAIL!! Acting as if he wasn't holding onto Kaigaku with one hand.

"Oh? Is that so?" You gave him an amused look. "What a good deed 'Papa' did today.~" You cooed making him bristle and hiss.

"Don't patronize me, Woman."

"Papa. When are you going to give me siblings?"

Kaigaku gave out a louder flustered squawk as you snorted and started laughing.

[viomlpcreator]

At first I didn't care about Big Mac but the more he started to appear on the show the more curious about him and I also grew sentimental for his loyal and simple nature.

I honestly thought he was broken in some way and I thought that throughout the show he’d learn to be more communicative and less of shell. Like what happened to him”? What happened to him that turned him into an unkempt, particularly mute pony with horrible communication skills.

It’s one of the reasons I never really shipped him with Cheerilee (and later on with Sugar Belle) because she seemed like the type to crave communication, something emotionally stunted Big MAc could never.

When the the BrotherHooves Social episode aired and I was fascinated. Such a sudden change in character. Like who is the sassy, fun, crossdressing and talkative person? And then the end of the episode that scene with AppleBloom!

Like i know the episode was honestly cringey to watch but that end scene made it worth it and it revealed so much of what big macintosh was like.

Simply put I think Big Mac thinks very poorly of himself like he's nothing more than a waste of space. “Applejacks the hero of the apple family” those few words he spoke held so much weight on what Big Mac thinks of himself. Like I love applejack but it feel bad for Big Macintosh for alwasy coming second place to her. It’s clear to see that she’s the hero, leader and voice of the family while mac (the oldest) is just the ox/heavy lifter. He doesnt, speak becuase he feels hes not worth talking. What could a dumb ox like him say

Not to mention loppoditty’s post here https://www.deviantart.com/lopoddity/art/Delicate-Blossom-625713677

This further suggests the idea that Big Mac enjoys the feminie the things in life such as crossdressing but never felt comfortable to pursue his interests. (there's also overtones of gender dysphoria but for the purpose of lightheartedness I'm just gonna go for the idea that Big M ac just likes playing the feminine characters, because he feels like he has a voice for once)

LAstly while watching the Brotherhood Social episod I had the inkling that Big MAc wasn’t always the antisocial character he acts today.

Buuuut then the episode “where the apple lies” drops into my recommendations and I am blown away by younger more talkative and bossy mac!

And that's when the idea solidifies to me that mac has been through some shit. Bad enough where it permanently disengaged his emotions from him. Something that locked him into this emotionless mute state. And I hate to imply this but I kinda don't like how applejack just let or watched her brother slip into that state.

I'm interested in exploring Big Mac more.

[danpuff-ao3]

Krissy, our sweet sugareey (@sugareey-makes-stuff) is one of the loveliest humans in fandom, I promise. Genuinely, such a sweetheart.

Also...quite the busy bean! A jellybean. To stay on the "sugary sweet" theme. A busy jellybean, our Krissy! She runs the Wizarding Creator's Den server, and never fails to do bi-monthly check-ins about what folks are up to, which I always look forward to! How are my monthly goals?? Why thank you for asking! It's a good place to hangout with fellow creators, and I've found so much support and comfort not only about creative subjects, but others as well. During my worst fandom experience, that's the place I went. And there I found the strength to get out of a bad situation. I am very grateful for that place, and to Krissy for running it, and being there, and being such an active and caring mod.

Krissy also runs various challenges. @wood-you-rather-challenge and @hp-flowers, at least! And let me tell you, I am thrilled HP Flowers exists! Combining my love of HP and flowers?? Yes please and thank you. In fact, these challenges inspired the little graphic I made for her! I thought "I need wood...and also flowers." So: ta da! (I think it turned out pretty cute, not to toot my own horn or anything.)

She was also one of those special souls that helped me stay sane when writing Contempt last year. In my hour of need, with that most desperate cry for help, Krissy was one of those who answered the call! I don't know what I would have done without her and my other beloved cheer readers. Contempt might not exist today!

Krissy is also a lady of varied and excellent taste. But also varies and excellent skill. I so admire her creativity and enthusiasm for fandom. Her love shines so brightly, I couldn't help but be intrigued by what Krissy was doing, and what she was loving. Perciver?? Not a ship I usually look for on its own, but boy did Krissy sell me on them! Her trip into the Teen Wolf fandom has me pretty tempted, too, not gonna lie. Which is pretty big, because I so rarely watch shows!

Not to mention just how unique and incredible Krissy's art is. I'd know her work from a mile away! It's so different and cool and there's so much feeling in every piece! I'm forever blown away by her talent.

Anyway, enough of my jabbering...you're here for the Krissy goods, aren't you? I've selected a few of my favorites, so here they are! (Under a cut cuz wow can I talk!)

Art

Blooming

Neville. Tattoos. Flowers. Rated G.

It's a fascinating surprise when people find out the owner of Asclepius’ Apothecary: Purveyors of Fine Teas and Herbs is none other than Neville Longbottom.

Practice Makes Perfect

Cho/Ginny. Rated E.

When class is over at the local yoga studio and the room empties out, Cho has Ginny show her some moves. Ginny obliges by demonstrating her own modified version of the Puppy Pose.

Stay Close to Me

Marcus/Oliver. Rated T. Biting. Morning cuddles.

When they wake up in the morning, their first instinct is to press their bodies against each other and savour the feeling.

You Should See Me In a Crown

Hermione/Pansy. Rated T.

When they decided to participate in a game of Truth and Dare at a themed house party, Hermione and Pansy didn't expect things to get this interesting (or to be this attracted to each other).

Fics:

So Little Time

Hermione/Pansy. Rated: E. Words: 200. Boss/Employee. Semi-public sex.

Hermione uses her break between meetings to let her secretary take care of her.

Things I Never Knew

Marcus/Oliver. Rated: E. Words: 1,500. Enemies to lovers. UST. Clubbing. Quickies. Wood You Rather 2022.

Oliver knew he should have walked away the moment their eyes met. He didn’t want or need anything from Marcus Flint.

Yet, he couldn’t explain how (or why) he found himself currently pressed up against the door of a cramped stall in the men’s loo.

Trails of Heat

Ginny/Luna. Rated: E. Words: 143. Waxplay. Friends to lovers. Shipuary 2022.

Luna lets Ginny stimulate and decorate her in a new way.

for an explanation about Mutuals March, or to figure out why i wrote you a thing, please check out this post.

[jonghyunjjong]

Today, on April 8, for one more year we "celebrate" Jonghyun's birthday without him... It's hard every day, but even more on this special day... 😔😔

Of course I will always remember the best moments of our beloved Jonghyun and what he shared with us : his wonderful and powerful voice, his talent(s), his maturity, his intelligence, his kindness, his generosity, and so much more... we could spend hours describing his skills and qualities.

But as music was everything to him, and as it's what made us love him, let's share this video, from the last 'SHINee World' tour he did, of one of my favourite songs, 'Farewell My Love'. This performance is amazing and so moving, their vocals are insane, I'm blown away !! 🤯🤯⭐🌟✨

'Farewell My Love' - SHINee World V - 2016.09.02+03+04 - Olympic Gymnastics Arena, Seoul - (Release : 2018.03.14)

In addition, I'm also sharing this video from his solos songs, one of my favourite songs of him, '엘리베이터 Elevator'. I'm crying every time I see this performance and/or hear the emotions he puts in this song, it's a moment of grace... A true Poet | Artist indeed ⭐🌟✨🌠🌃💙💙

2015.10.28 - '엘리베이터 Elevator' - (Release : 2017.04.24 - '이야기 Op. 2 (Story Op. 2)')

Finally, I'm gonna share this other video, from the tribute they made to Jonghyun during 'The Best' tour in February of 2018, with the performance of 'From Now On'. This is for me one of their most masterful performances, they gave their all as a farewell to Jonghyun. I will always grieve the loss of our dear Bling Bling, but every time I watch this video, as seeing his empty space, I can't stop crying and my heart break into pieces even more... How much courage they showed... 💔💔💔💔💙 💎💎💎💎💎

2018.02.26-27 - 'SHINee World The Best 2018 ~ From Now On ~ in Tokyo Dome' - (Release : 2018.06.27)

💎💔💎 You did well, you worked hard, thank you for everything, we love you endlessly... 💎💔💎

[dementian]

Hello,

This may be kinda out of the blue but I was just rereading Volver (as I often do) and wanted ti let you know how blown away I was by your amazing skills at writing (again). Every so often I cycle back through fandoms and it’s always such a treat to read your works they are all so enjoyable and well done. I can safely say you are by far my favorite author in the Thomas Barrow fandom and I appreciate all the work and effort you put into your stories and it really shows with how immersive the reading experience is. Anyway just thought I would send a little thanks for a good read! Hope you have a wonderful day!

Thank you so much, that's incredibly kind of you. Writing is my life, so to hear that it's brought you joy makes my heart soar. That truly is the epitome of what i'm trying to do.

Volver is a difficult subject for me because I had to walk away from it. It was the hardest story to write, because I was torn between several endings a bit like how Thomas would be if he was given the chance to live out his life a second time. I may finish it one day.

Thank you again, I appreciate it. <3