#but eh as far as being 'talked about enough' i don't really care how much the fandom really talks abt the. alluvthat of it all THAT much

[cdroloisms]

hot take that no one talks about techno and tommy waterboarding people enough actually

it was kind of funny to be fair

[leviraaaaaa]

I'll follow. (Levi x reader)

"Holy sh-" A curse escaped you when the figure in the hallway caught your eye, jumping on your feet. You clutched your heart, bracing yourself against the wall trying to calm yourself as you looked at him.

"You scared the shit out of me."

Levi turned his head towards you. "You." He said.

"Levi." You gave a slight nod in acknowledgement.

"Nice to see you're alive."

"Nice to see you're walking around."

He cocked an eyebrow.

You sighed. That was too far.

"I'm sorry. It was a joke. A bad, insensitive joke, but it was a joke."

Levi nodded, shifting his weight on his crutch.

"It's been a month. I haven't even seen a glimpse of you till now."

"Eh." You shrugged, walking over to him to stand beside him on the balcony. His eyes followed your movements. He leaned against the wall, relieving the weight off his damaged leg and giving you space. You matched his stance, folding your hand on the railing.

"You do realize you can't stay inside your room forever?" He glanced at you with the corner of his eyes.

You squinted when the afternoon light hit your face. Unused to the brightness as you haven't seen the sun for a long time.

You spent your days in your dorm, curled up in a bed. You slept, woke up, sneaked off to the kitchen and bathroom when needed in odd hours, to avoid the people.

You haven't seen anything really. Or even heard anything. You don't even know about anything that's going on. You're too tired to. You don't even bother turning the lights on in your room.

It was strange, now. Being in your dorm. You tried your best to not think about it much but your dorm was so oddly empty, eerily silent. All your roommates were gone. Sasha and the other girl dead. Mikasa gone to where you have no idea.

Yet, there was a sort of peace in there. A sense of comfort. A shelter from the world outside. You were scared of the cruel reality that waited outside the door. So you made your own solution, you decided to not step out the door at all.

So It's the first time in a month, you caught a glimpse of life outside. It's the first time, you've seen him in a month.

And you didn't even dare admit it to yourself, but maybe...a part of you was avoiding him as well.

But you missed him.

The way he leaned over against the railing for support, how he winced at every slight movement, it sent a dull ache through your heart.

You sighed. "Try me." You said. "I saved the world, give me a break. Also, the doctor gave me bedrest."

"For a week only." He pointed out. "And you didn't save the world alone."

You groaned.

But you knew it was true.

That people wouldn't just let you stay in your room all day. That people weren't taking your isolation too well and there's only so much, your unspoken 'hero of the war' privilege can get you. Sleeping for 1 month straight was just too much.

But generally speaking, you saved the world. You should get to do whatever you want.

"You're gonna lecture me, captain?" You mumble. "I'm too tired to care, I'm afraid."

"Don't talk back. This is unhealthy for you."

"So what? That's my business. Let me rot away to death."

He glanced at you from the corner of his eyes and that look alone erased your attitude.

"Yeah, sorry." You muttered the apology quietly. Old habits die hard. You didn't give two fucks about the authority usually but one glare from Levi was still enough. And as much as you liked fucking around with him, that never changed.

"Horseface told me you've shut everyone out."

You frowned in annoyance. "What, is this a therapy session? Are we going to talk about our feelings and get all sappy?" You said sarcastically.

Again, Levi didn't say anything. Only shot a warning look towards you in response. Seems like he wasn't in much of a mood for your jokery.

And to be honest, you weren't either.

So you sighed.

".. I didn't." You answered quietly. "I'm just tired."

"All you do is sleep." He frowned.

"Yeah but like, I sleep, and then I get tired of sleeping, so I go to sleep again-"

"Why," He exhaled sharply. "Is it so hard for you to just converse like a proper adult without making fun of everything?"

"I don't like serious conversations." You huffed, folding your arms.

"So I've noticed." He sighed.

"Why'd you care anyways?" You muttered under your breath.

Levi pursed his lips.

"I don't." Was all he said.

Silence lasted a couple seconds.

There was something in the air, you could feel it. It was thick and it wrapped around your throat like vice, the pounding in your heart warned you of something to come.

Your eyes flicked to Levi and his blank face, wondering what was going through his head.

You followed his gaze, eyes catching in a field further away. Children played along it, you can just make out the outlines of them.

Happy kids, you thought. They don't have to stand awkwardly besides their captain as he's deep in thinking God knows what.

"Are you.." You asked after a pause. A pang went through your heart, the words stuttering. You hoped he wouldn't notice the slight crack in your voice. "Are you resigning..?" A calmer, more braced tone.

And you knew before he even answered. "Yes."

You nodded.

Your heart twisted itself into a painful lump of knot.

But you understood.

So why did it hurt so much?

You looked up at the sun. You hoped the sun would burn away the tears that was welling in your eyes, you hoped it would burn your soul along with it.

Is this how it ends? How you part ways?

"You're too old anyways." You finally said in a light-hearted voice. Like you weren't fucking breaking inside.

He snorted. "I can be an 89 year old grandfather and I'll still be able to take you down with one finger."

"Uh-huh."

You watched Levi as he fidgeted with his fingers, his other hand going over the bandaged knuckles. You winced at the sight of the missing digits.

"What are you going to do?" He suddenly asked.

"Me?" You were caught off guard. You hadn't expected the sudden steer of the conversation. But you considered, thinking.

I don't know, Levi. You tell me. You wanted to tell him.

I don't know what I'm supposed to do if you're not here.

But you only shrugged. "I was thinking of sleeping my life away. Make up for all the nights I couldn't."

He scrunched his face, clearly unimpressed with your choice of way to spend your life. He looked like he had a lot to say about it but then shook his head, probably realizing it's worthless arguing with you.

"You aren't coming back?" You asked then. More of a statement really.

"Is there a reason for me to?"

Me, you thought.

Say my name.

"I guess not." Maybe you will shrivel up and die.

He wouldn't even look at you.

And seconds passed, seconds turning to minutes.

Your heart beat, pounding with the seconds.

And then, Levi spoke.

"Hey kid?"

"Yeah?"

"Wanna get the hell out of here?"

You stared, eyes wide with confusion. But then his gray eyes locked with yours and you finally, finally realized.

Oh.

Oh.

Relief wrapped you around it's warm, warm embrace. And for the first time in a while, you felt like you could breathe properly.

You nodded. "...yeah."

And then you almost snorted because his face was so very flushed. And somehow you knew, it wasn't the sun.

"Was that a confession, Levi?" You asked after a while, almost tiredly, eyes falling shut.

"...would it be so wrong if it was?" His voice was quiet. So low you could barely hear it.

"No" You shook your head. "No, I suppose not."

He nodded, shoulders slumping. And you wondered if he felt the same wave of relief you felt.

You wondered if he waited all those years for you as well.

"I can't," Levi suddenly blurted out, his tone was hesitant, unsure. "I can't promise you anything, but I swear I'll try. For you. For us."

You swallowed, every word sinking into your skin, healing wounds you didn't even know you had. But you took it.

He'd try. For you, he said.

"I'll go."

Levi looked up.

"I'll go with you. Wherever the hell you want to."

".. you will?"

"I'm your second, aren't I?" You grinned at him, eyes sparkling. "I'll follow you straight to hell if you ask me to. Im stuck with you for life."

And you could've sworn Levi almost smiled. Just the barest hint, but it was there.

"What a pain in the ass." He closed his eyes.

"Hey, you're the one who asked!"

You felt a hand on your hair, ruffling it. The only way he ever showed affection. The ever familiar gesture was comfort. A reminder. You didn't even know how much you craved his touch until he touched you.

You'd be alright, you thought.

You and him.

It'd work out.

You'd be alright.

(kinda inspired by this song lol)

@sad-darksoul @anxious-chick

[ryuzakemo128]

Made of Stone

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Female Reader x Steve Harrington

Content Warnings: Mental health issues mentioned. Car crash, car accident.

Words: 1853

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Dividers Credit: @cafekitsune + @strangergraphics

Summary:

I'm carrying my heart, but it's made of stone.

I'm carrying my heart, but my heart is made of stone

You know you shouldn’t be here, yet here you were, at the backstage of a recital, and you were about to play in an orchestra. Your parents made an excuse of why they couldn’t be bothered to show up. You didn’t tell any of your friends about it either, why would you? It’s not like they cared for classical music as far as you were concerned. Eddie’s face said more than enough whenever it was mentioned.

It was never mentioned as to why you were practising, only that you had to do it for an hour after school, and you never told anyone either. Mostly because you didn’t want to bother them with it. Until the day he figured out why you were practising so much.

“You didn’t have an interest for it. So, I didn’t say anything.” You said one afternoon. “You don’t like classical music.”

It was like you said something hurtful, but you hadn’t tried to say anything of a sort. As you were looking through your sheet music for a piece to practice on your cello, Eddie seemed to gather his courage to say, “I… I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be insensitive.”

“Eh. At this point, I'm used to it.” You said as you were about to warm up a little though, he seemed to have the intention of letting it go. Especially considering your parents weren't going to be there either. Thus, you would be there alone and heading home in your light blue vintage truck that your grandfather left you in his will.

You started playing the cello when you were five, you weren’t game enough to find something you liked, so you kept a straight face and played along. Your parents, who were too busy with their work to notice, were happy to see you playing. They thought it was a good hobby for you. But as you grew older, you realised that you didn’t really enjoy it.

As you packed up that night after the recital, packing your cello away and stepping into your truck. Though the fact that it was so high off the ground made it a challenge to get into.

I'm carrying my heart, but it's made of stone.

I'm carrying my heart, but my heart is made of stone.

You swung yourself up into the driver’s seat, your cello case bumping against your leg. A sigh escaped your lips as you adjusted the rearview mirror. You were alone, the quiet of the night broken only by the soft hum of the engine.

As you drove, your mind wandered back to the recital. The music had been beautiful, the orchestra had played in perfect harmony. But it wasn't the music that had truly touched you. It was the feeling of being part of something bigger, of being connected to others through the shared love of music.

Suddenly a pair of headlights appeared in your back rearview mirror, you frowned, thinking it was too late for someone to be all the way out here and awfully suspicious. You pulled over, thinking they needed to get by you, yet they still didn’t seem to ease up or move past you. In fact, they rear ended your truck, on purpose perhaps?

The impact sent a jolt through your body, you slammed your foot on the accelerator to get out of there. The truck lurched a few meters, crashing into a tree, causing the truck to flip a few times before coming to rest on its side.

‘This is how I die.’ You thought, staring into the night sky. ‘In the middle of the night, in the middle of nowhere and inside a vintage truck.’

You squeezed through the other side, 'Guess I should start walking.'

You were walking along the road and talking into the void with your walkie-talkie. "I don't know if anyone is listening. But I got into an accident." you said into your walkie-talkie. "I might be late coming home."

An answer came through the walkie-talkie, "Are you okay? Where are you?" It was Eddie's voice.

"Is that you, Eddie?" You asked. "I'm near the road I take to head home. But I don't know where exactly. I think it's near the forest."

"I'm on my way," Eddie's voice crackled through the speaker. "Stay put and keep talking to me."

"Not much to talk about. A stranger rear ended my truck, the recital went by smoothly." you continued to speak.

Eddie chuckled at your attempt to lighten the mood, his voice tinged with relief, "Yeah, I heard about your 'smooth' recital. You were the talk of the school, you know?"

"You mean my dead eyed stare I usually have?" You snorted. "It usually leaves people spooked, after all."

Eddie's chuckle grew into a full laugh, "Maybe, but it's more like your passion came to life tonight. It was beautiful to see."

"I don't recommend getting rear ended, this headache, right now, is the worst." You complained, gently rubbing your forehead with your free hand. A concussion by the sound of things. Eddie heard you throw up a few times before the line went quiet.

"Just keep talking to me," He urged, his own heart racing, "I'm getting closer. Can you see any landmarks?"

"Other than the numerous trees? Not really." You managed to joke, trying to ignore the pain in your ribs. "The sign which says, 'Welcome to Hawkins' isn't too far, though."

Eddie's van broke through the treeline, the headlights bouncing off the trees before finally landing on your crumpled truck. You squinted, shielding your eyes from the glare as he rushed over to you. Concern etched on his face, he helped you to your feet, brushing off the dirt and leaves that clung to your dress. "Thank God you're okay," he breathed, his eyes scanning over you, checking for injuries.

Your hug took him off guard, but he wrapped his arms around you tightly, the warmth of his embrace seeping into your bones. You were terrified, but he was here now, and that was all that mattered. He said, "You're shaking like a leaf. Let's get you checked out." He guided you to his van, the side door already open, and helped you inside. The familiar scent of his leather jacket and the faint smell of pine-scented air freshener filled the space, offering a comforting sense of normalcy amidst the chaos.

The van was cluttered with guitar cases, amp cords, and fast-food wrappers, but it was a welcome mess compared to the eerie quiet of the woods outside. Steve's face appeared at the window, his jaw tight with worry. He'd been following you from a safe distance, making sure you weren't being followed. When he saw the state of your truck, he sprinted over, and the relief in his eyes when he saw you moving was palpable. “What happened?” he asked, his voice gruff but gentle.

“A car rear ended me, I don't know where they came from. I saw their headlights in my rearview mirror, and they rear ended me. I stepped on my accelerator, crashed into a tree and the truck flipped a few times and ended up here,” You replied, your voice shaking.

Steve wrapped you in a blanket, as if trying to shield you from the cold reality of the situation. His eyes searched yours, looking for any signs of shock or injury that you might be hiding. "We need to get you to the hospital," he said firmly, his hand on your shoulder, grounding you. Though your grip on his hand remained tight. As if you were afraid, he'd disappear into a puff of smoke like the car that had hit you.

As soon as you got into the hospital, the world around you became a whirlwind of nurses and doctors. The bright lights and sterile smells made you feel more nauseous than the actual crash. Steve and Eddie didn't leave your side, each holding one of your hands tightly, offering silent support while they checked your vitals and asked a barrage of questions. You felt like a rag doll being passed around, but their grips were reassuring.

When the doctor finally announced that you had nothing but a mild concussion and some bruised ribs, a collective sigh of relief filled the room. They both looked at you with a mix of relief and concern, their eyes speaking volumes about how scared they had been. “You're going to be okay,” Steve said, his voice thick with emotion. “But you need to rest.”

“A nap doesn’t sound too bad right now.” You yawned like a cat stretching after a long nap. The adrenaline had drained from your body, leaving you feeling exhausted. Your parents were away on a business trip, meaning you had the entire house to yourself.

Eddie and Steve exchanged a knowing look, “We'll take you home,” Steve offered, his grip on your hand tightening slightly. You nodded, too tired to argue. The drive was quiet, the only sound being the gentle hum of the van's engine and the occasional crackle of the radio static. The darkness outside was a stark contrast to the bright lights of the hospital, and you found yourself dozing off, lulled by the steady rhythm of the road.

When you woke up, you were in your own bed, the familiar scent of home surrounding you. Steve was gently tucking in the surrounding blankets, his eyes filled with concern. “I'll grab you some water and some painkillers,” he said, placing a kiss on your forehead before disappearing into the hallway. Eddie sat in the chair beside your bed, his eyes never leaving yours. “You scared the hell out of us,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “I know you didn't do it on purpose, but maybe it's time to tell someone about your nighttime escapades?”

You snorted, “I’ll be sure to warn you when I’m heading home next time.”

You snorted, “I’ll be sure to warn you when I’m heading home next time.” You lived just outside of Hawkins, which meant you had to drive awhile to head to school and back home again.

Eddie cuddled with you, afraid that you were going to vanish if he didn't keep you in his line of sight. His thumb rubbed comforting circles on the back of your hand, trying to ease the tension that was visible in every line of your body. Once Steve walked back in with a glass of water and a couple of pills, he handed them to you, his eyes never leaving yours. You took them with a grateful nod, wincing slightly as you swallowed the medicine.

"Thank you," you whispered, your voice hoarse from the adrenaline of the night. "Both of you."

Steve handed you the water, his eyes searching yours for any lingering fear. "You're not going anywhere without telling us, okay?" His tone was firm, but the worry in his eyes told a different story.

You were fine with that. More than a little fine with that. The last thing you wanted to do was to move around too much. Especially now.

[nawoken]

Okay, let's write something really really small today (-.-). I have an exam in a day but I'm still here without a word inside my brain. :')

Soooo, today, what will we have for late-night snacks. Something small, and easy to consume.

Let's do "Rating NRC boys' boyfriend material"? I used to do this before (inside my head), let's see if I remember it. This is only my personal feeling so please don't see this seriously.

Part 2: Here

I will use "tier list" thingy to rate them (S, A, B,..)

Heartslabyul:

Riddle: A

He is a tough case, sweet but also super strict. If you date him, you must also follow some "few" rules he sets out, not my thing though. Easily embarrassed due to not being used to receiving affection, he was not sure what to do in those moments. Probably clingy without even knowing.

Adorable for sure, have high expectations for you, and treat you right. If you struggle with studying, he will build a study plan and tutor you himself. Have high self-awareness and responsibility, he is a trustworthy boyfriend.

But when you date him, be prepared to have a long fight with his mother. He will try to not let it happen, but he is torn apart. Should ask Trey for help.

Trey: S+

He is calm, he can be relied on, he is mature, and he knows how to cook?! He is husband material, not boyfriend material anymore. He is a fox type, mischievous, and can be manipulated, but subtle and he won't do that to you.

He is calm and kind, yes. But also secretly scary, you know? He has this dark aura when something not to his liking happens, like when Deuce Stum destroys Heartslabyul's kitchen. So if you prank him a little bit too far... good luck, ehe. ;3

Cater: A+

I don't have much to say about him. He acts as a carefree and joyful person but is actually an alert and decisive person. He is also reliable when there is a dangerous situation happens. It feels like he is the type who will always care about your feelings, maybe even more than himself.

So, if you also do that to him, care about his needs, respect, and support his decision then he can be super emotional.

But I think he should talk more, the habit of keeping things to himself is not a good thing to do. Like, if he doesn't like sweets, please tell, don't try to eat what you hate.

Ace: B

I have this problem with favoritism, it's something with Heartslabyul is the first dorm we interact in the game, and Ace is also one of our first friends at school so I like him quite a lot. But well, after thinking about this for quite a while, I can only rate him as "B". He is definitely "S++" for a good friend but about dating? He is not mature enough, used to ghost his girlfriend in middle school because he think she is boring?! Then even had the nerve to say dating was a pain?!

So, unless he is helplessly in love with you, if not?... Dumb him before he can dumb you, two can play this game. Should be "D" but well, "B" for favoritism.

Deuce: S-

As a glutton, he can cook? He is highly rated already, surely it's not because of favoritism. He is not mature enough for my liking but puppy type makes me want to pamper him. Surprisingly naive, I have a feeling he's the type who still believes that "the baby was brought to parents by storks" and you can't make me think otherwise.

Easily embarrassed and overwhelmed by actions that show affection toward him, but also extremely serious about the relationship. Will do everything you said and try his best to fulfill your wish.

Savanaclaw:

Leona: A

He is lazy, but he is rich. He won't do things as you said... easily. What do you mean by he should clean his room? Let Ruggie do it, he pays him for this. Complaining and mocking a lot, but if you look at him with a serious face, he will sigh and then work on your words while complaining of course, what do you think. But, there's this calm moment when you guys cuddle and sleep until you are late for class.

He might tease you pretty much but when you have a bad day, he will be super soft and warm toward you. Won't let bad things happen to you. You are his, only him can cause you trouble. (Punch him!)

Ruggie: A+

He can clean, cook, and knows how to earn and save money. But he doesn't have much time for you, please understand. But he will treasure your times with each other, with cuddles. He is not rich, he can't give you a ton of gifts, or take you out for dinner. You guys might spend dating time in the laundry room.

But, that's okay, he is sweet and caring. Do you see how he tries his best all of the time? It's for his family and also for the children in his neighborhood. If you are just anyone, he can and will use you, but you're his significant other, he will treat you with the utmost care, and always do his best for ya.

Jack: S+

Oh, what do we have here? A tsundere :))

But he is not the aggressive type of tsun, a cute and soft one actually, a bit shy but looking at his wagging tail is really entertaining. Dating him is like living in a cotton candy world, he is super caring, and gentle. A true gentleman! He will open a water bottle and carry your bag for you before you even need to ask.

He is a wolf hybrid after all, he has to protect his pack, and dating him means you're also part of his pack. Basically, he will be protective of you. Isn't it touchy?

Octavinelle:

Azul: S

Dude is cold and decisive in business but in love life?... haha. Unless the relationship is forming due to a deal, if he is down bad for you then... Tease him, and he will become a stuttering mess, kiss him and he will faint from overheating. Suffering from happiness I guess?

If you don't know about his past, he might act tough and collected but if you do know, then this guy is one of the insecure group members (I wonder who is the other member). A gentleman, a little bit awkward but he is too cute to complain. Cup his face in your hands and compliment him with your softest voice, please. He might cry if you do it. (Ơ v Ơ)

Jade: ...D no, kidding M for Manipulate

Also a fox type, but he is much more dangerous than Trey. He is manipulated for sure and you don't even realize it. Have a feeling that he can make you think that everything is your idea but it's actually his.

He wants to go to this place for vacation with you? Information, advertisements, and discounts for couples about that place started to appear around you and suddenly you want to spend your next day off with him there. Of course, your wish is his command (^v^).

But well, other than that, he's quite chill and collected. He can cook but can't keep his hand to himself, I hope you like mushrooms.

Floyd: U for Unpredictable

Urgh, these twins, why are they so hard to rate? Floyd is unpredictable for me. I don't know how should I rate him at this point. His mood is swinging worse than the weather. He can be a good boyfriend, a bit clingy and childish at some point. Also protective and cool the other time.

But I have the feeling, that if he feels this relationship is boring, he can be worse than Ace. He doesn't know what a love relationship is like, he just knows he thinks you are cute and interesting, then, you're his property. Can be good, can be bad but, I like to think, that if he is head over heel for you, then you will have the cutest eel as your lover.

He's not in a good mood? You will have the scene where you pamper him in your embrace while he blushes a bit, but is super calm, hiding his face in your hands. Quiet and warm moment right there.

Scarabia:

Kalim: A-

I love Kalim, but he can be a little bit too much. But, he is willing to learn! Might forget right after due to excitement though. A sweet boy with full of love and energy, a true extrovert! A nightmare for introverts, but I'm an ambivert so... no. The type to pull you to the middle of the dance floor. Can be a scary experience for social anxiety people.

Gave you a bunch of gifts, this is one of his love languages. But, it can be too much for you, the feeling of you can't give him anything good but he kept pouring things on you.

But he respects you, so you should talk to him about it with your most serious tone or he might treat it like Jamil's case. Don't act too aggressively, just stay calm.

Jamil: S

Again, I'm a glutton, he can cook? He's husband material. Not to mention, he can clean, he can dance, he is mature and reliable. He can seem a bit cold but I think he will treat his lover with utmost care. He will show it through action, not words though, bro is a bit shy with it.

He said he likes to make everyone do as he said, but I don't really have the feeling that he will do that to his love, not that intense. He likes it when you listen to him, but won't force you if you don't want to.

The only reason he is not "S+" tier for me is he is afraid of bugs and I am too. If there is a bug appeared, and there are only me and him at that place. The next moment, you guys will see us standing outside with a burning house behind us.

Pomefiore:

Vil: B

I really like him tbh. Might be my favorite character. But, sorry Vil, for me, he is not suitable as a lover.

He is super strict about your diet, your fashion, and your behavior, if you also care about those things then he is your dream man. It's just not my thing. But he is caring and knows how to treat you right for sure. Will shopping with you, take you to a fancy restaurant for a date night.

All of those things, he is supposed to be a top-tier lover. But well, are you ready to face his fans? He is famous with lots of fans, and you know, they may take extreme actions in the name of love. If you guys public, they will judge you on how you look, are you worthy of him? Some will chase you down with horrible action.

Of course, Vil will protect you, but well, I am just terrified of those kinds of stuff. Should be "S" tier but... "B"

Rook: A+

Even when he is a stalker and a bit of drama. But... he is a good boyfriend for sure. Strong, mature, calm, and can be counted on. You got a trouble? You don't even need to tell him, he already knows. Words are how he shows you his love, but it's extremely embarrassing, hope your skin is thick enough, or else you might burning.

Other than that, hope you are also a Neige fan. Seeing his room in his dream, you might have to hear him talk about Neige a lot. Respect you if you don't want to hear it though.

His only downside is he is a lil bit creepy but other than that, he is a cool lover to have.

Epel: A

He is a bundle of energy, not a sunshine one though, a destructive one. He is quite competitive and mischievous. He can punch, he can kick, and he can fight, please see him seriously, he is a strong man. Do anything to prove it, even when you insist that you're okay with carrying your own bag. And that's really sweet of him.

Gifts you a lot of his hometown specialties, and takes you there on vacation also. He is proud of his hometown after all, and he wants you to love it as much as him.

Sometimes his competitiveness gets the better of him, so he might get into quite a lot of trouble. But, luckily Vil already handle that. Until the "Fairest one of all" looked at you with piercing eyes for not controlling your boyfriend's actions. And you may or may not have to join Epel training so you guys can become a good match

~~~~~~

Yes, want to do something small or fun or both, I want to finish everything in only one post. But now I know, 22 it's not something I can finish in a day :'))))

I won't post anything tomorrow since I have an exam, then I will rest a bit. Part 2 should be faster since I only have Ingihyde and Diasomnia left.

Can't really rate anyone to low though, I like them :') (sorry Vil)

Again, I only do this for fun and content so don't take it too seriously. Thank you~

The next part for "TWST and Gravity Falls" will come later since I still need more ideas for it, I already have something written down. But actually, it was part of the previous, I cut it out due to the last part being too long and I don't have enough energy to continue.

Love you guys, see ya.

[bteezxyewriter12]

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Pairing- Yoongi x Named Reader

Word count- 5.2k

Includes- Oral, pussy eating, cum eating, blow job, deepthroating, riding, missionary, multiple orgasms, fluffy fluff

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J POV

"You're so full of shit", I inform my best friend, Yoongi, rolling my eyes at him

"I'm really not", he answers, lazily, "It's what's said about rappers. After all we have to talk really fast"

"That doesn't mean shit", I argue, "It's just like the saying dancers are the best in bed"

He thinks for a moment, "Eh I'd say gymnasts are the best in bed. More flexible"

"Fuck you Yoongi. I'm flexible"

"Not as flexible as a gymnast"

I snort, "Where will you ever meet a gymnast? Oh yeah never"

"I meet more people than you", he shoots back

I can't argue with that

But I'm going to anyways

"Still never met a gymnast who'll sleep with you"

He smirks cockily, "Please. I'm famous Jo. All I have to say is I'm Suga and girls will drop their panties for me"

"You're a fucking pig", I snap

He shrugs, "At least I get laid"

"So do I!", I yell

I mean I do when I want to

But I'm not about sleeping with random people

I'm not a one night stand person like he is

I don't open my legs for just anyone

"It still stands though. Rappers have the best tongues and are the best at oral"

I don't even know how we got on this argument

We were watching a movie and oh yeah, the people were having sex

And we were being asses, critiquing it

Then he said that whole rappers have the best tongue thing

Maybe they do

But him?

He doesn't even like going down on a girl so what the fuck is he bragging for?

"Right and your tongue is the best?"

"Damn right"

I just laugh, "You don't eat girls out! You hate the taste of cum! How can you say your tongue is the best?"

"Because to the select few I do, they say it's amazing"

"Wow all two girls?", I snap

"Six. Six girls smarty pants", he growls

"Guess I missed that review on Yelp", I say sarcastically

"Shut up", he snaps, "My tongue is far superior. I don't have to like the way cum tastes to be good at it"

Oh my god, he actually believes his bullshit

"You're not experienced enough to be that good"

"I'll prove it to you right now"

My heart starts racing at what he could mean

"Yeah how?", I answer back, not giving away the pounding of my heart

"I'll eat you out"

Yeah he went there

I feel my mouth drop open at this turn of events

Why would he want to do that to me?

Is my opinion that important?

I'd say no because he doesn't care what I say about other things

"You want ..uh.."

"To eat your pussy", he repeats, smirking, "I'll make you cum so much you won't know what hit you"

"Uh why? You hate eating cum"

He's said that over and over before, telling me how he spits their cum out because it tastes gross

So why is he so adamant about doing this?

"Because you're doubting me"

I really can't think as my brain is not processing the information

All I think is Yoongi, tongue, cum

"Yea fine", I hear myself say

He nods once, then shoves me down on his bed

Jesus Christ

His hands are already pulling my leggings and panties off

I feel myself getting wet just watching him take my clothes off

He moves his hands under my shirt, pushing it up and over my head

Why is he taking my shirt and now bra off?

"Uh-"

"Might as well see you completely naked. Plus after you cum a few times, I'll play with your boobs to make it better"

God he has such fucking confidence he's gonna make me cum

Once my bra is off, he looks down and I suddenly realize I'm naked and exposed

My hands immediately move over my boobs as I snap my legs closed

"No jagi, lemme see"

Total confusion comes over me when I hear him call me jagi

Jagi?

That's a name for a girlfriend

Not your best friend who you're gonna eat out

The confusion looses my hands and he pulls them off my chest

I watch his eyes rake across me and I bite my lip, suddenly feeling shy

I can't imagine that

Me, shy in front of Yoongi?

This is the guy who gave me his hoodie when I had my first period and I bled everywhere

He's the one who checked the back of my pants when it happened, telling me

This is the guy who I told all about my first time having sex

Who I still talk to about my sex life, telling him how good or bad the sex was with whoever I slept with

This is the guy who I keep no secrets from, can be my loud, obnoxious self around and who I know I can do or say anything to him and he won't ever judge me

He knows me inside and out

And I'm shy in front of him?

I'd never thought that'd ever happen in a million years

"Pretty", he says, "Sexy body"

I'm in such disbelief that he likes the way I look

My skin shivers when his fingers softly trace the only tattoo I have

A phoenix on my right ribs

Christ, his touch feels so good

After a second, he pulls his hand away like he's not supposed to be touching me this way

Instead he pulls his shirt off and I gape at him

And his hot as fuck body

I have no idea why his shirt's off

"Just in case you drench me, I don't want my shirt to be soaked", he smirks

And just like that he's a cocky asshole again

He puts his long black hair in a low ponytail and I'm just fucking awed that he can get even hotter

No fair

He grabs my ankles pulling me down the bed to the edge while he kneels down

Oh god this is actually happening

His hands grip my thighs, opening my legs wide

"Fuck yes", he groans, "God you look so good"

Never have I ever thought I'd hear Yoongi talk to me like this

Never

I'm suddenly thrown into pleasure as his tongue buries in me, swirling fast and hard

"Oh my fuck!", I scream, my body arching already

Burying my hands in his hair, I tug hard as he goes at it

My god he was right

His tongue is amazing

"Yoongi fuck, Yoongi", I cry so close already

He's that good

A few more licks is all it takes and I scream, pleasure blinding me as I explode

"Yoongi!", I yell his name, holding his face against my pussy

When it's over, my body deflates as I breath hard

His mouth pulls away and he asks, "So?"

I lift my head and when I see him in between my legs, I get horny again

Jesus

That's a hot sight

"Huh?"

"How's my tongue?", he smirks, "I think you liked it since, you know, you came almost immediately"

"It's....it's..."

How can I tell him that it was amazing?

His head will just get bigger

Plus a shy feeling overwhelms me again

"Tell the truth", he urges

"It...was the best tongue I ever had on me", I confess, "I've never been eaten out so good"

"Told you", he smirks

"Yeah yeah"

"Want more?"

I raise my eyebrow, "You want to do more?"

He's always told me that he stops after the girl has one orgasm

He nods, "You taste really good"

My heart stops, hearing his words

Did he say...I taste good ?

"Uh really? But you hate-"

"Not yours", he says so fast

"Not mine? Really?", I ask doubtfully

He nods, "Yeah. Your juice is good but you cum is the best I ever tasted. The best thing I ever tasted"

Oh my lord

I'm actually shocked into silence for a few seconds

He's saying everything that's the complete opposite of what he's been telling me for years

He hates the taste of cum but he likes mine

He doesn't go down on girls after their first orgasm but he's ready to do it to me again

Doesn't make sense

"But you said you don't like going down on girls"

"But the right girl", he says, his eyes darting to mine, then away, "I can eat her out all day. Everyday. Swallow her cum and keep going until she can't cum anymore"

My heart thumps in hope but I squash it

I can't think of him like that

Not again

Not after last time

When I thought he felt the same but then he excitedly called me telling me that he has a girlfriend

A girl he thinks he loves

And I was devastated

After that I refused to think of him like that

I locked all those feelings in a box, shoved it down inside me and never looked back

So I won't let a passing thing he said affect me

"Plus I promised you multiple orgasms and when I promise something I deliver"

Ok that's more like the Yoongi I know

"So yeah?", he asks

"Yeah", I answer

As soon as the words are out of my mouth, his mouth is on my clit sucking hard, sending me right into pleasure

"Oh Yoongi fuck", I moan, him sucking harder, "Yoongi, you're tongue fuck. God so fucking good"

He moans loudly, going harder, his fingers digging into my thighs

I notice that when I call his name or compliment him, he goes harder on me

He has a praise kink

Who would have thought?

"Yoongi, don't stop. Please", I moan, right there, "More"

He groans, sucking and tugging, sending me right into an intense orgasm

"Yoongi! Oh my god. Yoongi!", I yell, feeling so fucking good

"Fuck, so good", he moans, "God, how are you this good?"

His tongue slides down, sliding all the way inside me

I gasp, clenching on as much of his tongue as I can, my moans louder than before

Oh god, I've never experienced this before

Never had a tongue inside me

He pulls his tongue out and fuck I miss it

But I don't miss it for long when he slides it back inside

His tongue moves fast, fucking into me, my pussy tight on him every time he goes in

"Fuck!", I cry, immense pleasure all over me

I've never been tongue fucked before but God do I love it

I feel myself getting so wet and I realize he's was right to take his shirt off

"Please cum for me", he whines, his tongue not missing a stroke, "Fall apart on my tongue jagi"

The name jagi does it and when his tongue comes back inside, I clench around it, my orgasm running through me as bliss takes over and I scream his name

"Yoongi! Yoongi!"

His mouth, his tongue doesn't stop, this time wiggling inside me every thrust in

I'm fisting his hair hard, my hips having a mind of their own, snapping into his face

His hands slide up my body, holding my boobs, his thumbs playing with my nipples

I feel myself get soaked and I don't know how he's not drowning

"Fuck my face jagi. Don't stop", he whines and I realized I stopped moving

Moving my hips again, I grind into his face, his moans spurring me on

"Yoongi. I...I...", I cry, my eyes shut tight

"Mmmm", he urges, the next thrust of his tongue pushing me over the edge

He shoves his tongue in as I cum around it, my legs shake around his head, his name falling from my lips, riding the pleasure he's giving me,

God this is the best

When I finish, he pulls his tongue out, licking softly

My body relaxes on his bed, my eyes closed

I just need a minute then I'll blow him as a thank you

I startle when I feel his lips pressing kisses into my inner thighs

Uh what?

I look down, watching him kiss me slowly, wondering what the fuck is going on

He slowly rises, his lips all over my stomach, hands running up my sides

I lift my head more just in time to watch him kiss all over my tattoo

"I really really like this", he whispers, pressing his lips to my skin

Lifting my shakey hand, I softly run my fingers in his hair

I kinda messed up the ponytail

It's still on but strands are falling around his face

He's still perfect as always

He moans softly, now his lips on my skin between my boobs

"Yoongi", I whimper, breathing harder

"Oh god, fuck", he whispers, his lips wrapping around my nipple, his tongue licking

"Ohh", I moan, pleasure shooting straight to my pussy, feeling myself leaking

"Fuck your sounds are so pretty", he says, his voice deep

And fucking sexy

His mouth moves to my other nipple, sucking softly

This feels way too intimate

Especially for what it started out as him "proving" to me that his tongue is superior

And he proved that

Four times

After a few minutes on my nipple, he moves, continuing trailing kisses up my chest and onto my neck

"Ffff..fuck", I gasp, his lips on the spot that feels the best, the weight of him on top of me so good

More kisses move to my cheek, then the next thing I know, he presses his lips against mine, kissing me

Finally kissing me

And fuck, I'm not wasting this opportunity

He licks my lip and I gladly open my mouth for him, letting his tongue in

The second his tongue moves against mine, I can't help but moan

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I fall into his kiss until there's nothing in my head but him, until I can't feel anything but his mouth on mine

I knew kissing him would be amazing

I knew it

But still, I won't let those feelings out

I know this is just one time

And I'm going to take it

"Mmm jagi, gonna show me what that flexible, dancer body can do?"

Hell yes

Putting my hand on the back of his neck, I crash my lips to his, kissing him hard

He responds, kissing me back just as wildly

Running my hands down his body, I push down his sweatpants and boxers

He moves to his knees as I push them down and I get up, not wanting his lips off mine

Pushing him back, he moves, laying down while I reluctantly move back from his lips to get his bottom clothes off completely, throwing them on the floor

When I look up, I choke as I stare at his naked body

His legs, his thighs, muscular stomach and chest

His shoulders, his arms, his perfect hands

And his monster cock

Standing proud, long and thick, leaking cum

He's fucking beautiful

"Holy shit", I gape, "That's so fucking huge"

"Yeah. For you to ride", he smirks

And I can't take it, surging forward, taking his pretty cock in my mouth

"Oh god", he whines, his head lifting

Immediately sucking on him, I moan from finally having him

His cock is so big but is amazing to suck on

Pulling off, I lick his cock from base to tip, up and down

"Please jagi. Put me in your mouth", he begs

"Yeah naekkeo", I answer, hearing him moan louder

Taking him back, I shove myself down his length, burying him in my throat

It burns a little but still feels good

I start sucking, making sure my tongue is against the underside of his cock, pressing hard on him

"Fuck baby. So goddamn good. Fuck you're mouth is the best", he praises and if I could smile I would

He probably doesn't mean it but it's nice to hear

Switching it up, I slide down his cock half way, then surge forward, taking him back in

Over and over, swallowing when I have to

"Fuck me. Fuck me. So good. Oh god", he cries, pleasure all over his face

Pleasure I'm putting there

I'm awake I'm making him a moaning mess and it's fucking turning me on so much

As I bob on his cock, his hand buries in my hair, wrapping it in a ponytail, moving my head up and down, helping me blow him

His cock goes deep down my throat and I choke, loving how it feels

I don't know what it is but the feeling of choking, of being out of breath is so good

Especially because it's Yoongi

I look up at him, wiping my eyes as tears run down my face

He's so fucking beautiful normally but when he's in total pleasure, he's fucking stunning

Gorgeous

He pulls me down his dick, holding me there and my mouth automatically begins sucking

"Oh fuck. Shit", he whimpers, his eyes on me

After less than a minutes, he pulls me completely off his cock

I whine, wanting to make him cum

"Sss..stop jagi. I can't...I can't cum without being inside you. I need to feel your pussy on me"

God yes, I want that so much

He lets go of my hair and I climb on top of him sitting on his dick

I move my hips, sliding along his length, feeling how hard it is against me

"Oh fuck you're so wet", he moans, his eyes on my pussy on his dick

I move faster, more pleasure filling my body

"Jjj..jagi don't tease", he whimpers, "Please. I can't take it. I need you"

He looks at me with wide pleading eyes and I can't say no to him

It's a flaw I have

I can't ever say no to him, I'll always do what he wants

Give him anything he wants

I'm so whipped and we're not even together

So I reach between us, holding his cock up and hover over him

Lowering myself, his head pokes inside me and I let go of him as I continue to sink down on him

"Oh fuck", I murmur, feeling the amazing way his cock is opening me

He's so hard, he slips right inside, so big, so thick

We're a really snug fit

There's barely any extra room as I bottom him out, my pussy trying to throb around his thickness

"Oh my fucking god!", he yells as I sit against his legs, his cock all in, pressing against my spot, "Oh fuck, god it feels fucking incredible. Jesus, so fucking tight"

I'm a little...ok a lot shocked at his reaction

I never expected him to react this way, like he loves it

"Are you always this tight?", he pants, "Shit when was the last time you were fucked?"

"Uh...it's been awhile. A few months", I answer, my face heating up

"You feel so good. Like you've never been fucked before", he groans, "I'm gonna fuck you open so hard later. Wreck you on my cock"

My cheeks heat up even more but hearing him is a turn on

"Ride me first baby. Please. Ride me and I'll fuck you so good after"

I nod, "Yeah Yoongi"

Leaning on his chest, I slip up his huge cock then slam back down hard, the smacking of our skin sounding in the room

"Oh my fucking god", he cries, his hands gripping my hips so tightly, "Again, please jagi, again"

Moving faster, I bounce on him at a good pace, feeling the pleasure he's giving me wash over me

God he feels so fucking good, like no one I've ever been with

Good doesn't even cover how this feels

Amazing, incredible doesn't even cover it

I just feel like we're supposed to be like this

Me and him, together

But that's stupid, this is just sex for him

A way to prove to me that he's amazing at oral and that my body is flexible to fucking him

That's all it is

So I push those lovey dovey thoughts out of my head and focus on riding his massive cock

I focus on the way his cock opens me up, fills me, his head hitting my spot, clenching on him tightly, the bliss running through me, the way his pale skin looks under my hands

My eyes move up to his face, finding his eyes already on me

God he's so pretty, so hot it's not fair

Biting his lip like that, the bits of sweaty hair that fell out of the ponytail plastered to his forehead

He's every girl's dream guy

Definitely mine

Ok I need to stop now

Tearing my eyes from his, I sit up more, leaning slightly on his lower stomach as I fuck him

Changing things up, instead of slamming down his dick, I move my hips in a circle, wiggling down his length

Once I bottom him out I switch to rocking and grinding on him, lifting just a little off his length in small bounces, his head rubbing my spot with every move

Fuck me, so good

"God you're so fucking pretty jagi", he praises, his eyes watching me move like he's hypnotized, "Like you're dancing on my cock"

I feel my cheeks blush but I don't stop moving

"Fuck me, you're so wet baby, creaming my cock perfectly", he praises, his eyes moving down to us, "So much"

"Sss..sorry", I whimper as the pleasure clouds my head

"No jagi. I love it. Pretty mess you're making. Don't stop"

I won't

I'm so close I can't stop now

"Are you gonna cum for me?", he asks, making me moan so loudly, "All over my cock baby? Fuck I feel you getting tighter. Throbbing so hard"

His words are just pushing me closer to the edge, my body already trembling

"Fuck, I want your cum all over my cock jagi. I wanna see you cum, see how pretty you are", he eggs me on, "Cum for my cock baby"

His head slips against my spot just as he finishes speaking and I'm thrown head first into an extremely intense orgasms

"Yoongi, oh fuck", I cry, every cell of my body in pleasure as I clench down on his thick dick over and over

Fuck it feels incredible, I can't fucking believe it

"Yes fuck! Good girl, shit", he moans, his hands moving up my body to keep me upright, "Cum all over my dick baby. Yes fuck, feels so good jagi"

As I finish, I come back to my senses, finding myself leaning over on his chest again

I lock eyes with him, his hand slowly running up my back and moving to tuck my hair from my face

"Good baby?"

"Amazing", I breathe, trying to get air into my lungs

He smiles softly, then pulls me on top of him, skin against skin

I bury my face in his neck, his arms holding me securely as he lightly thrust up into my pussy

"Ohhh mmmm", I moan, pleasure coming back as his cock stretches me around him, his tip moving right into my spot again

"You're so beautiful when you cum jagi", he whispers in my ear, pressing kisses to my cheek and my shoulder, "Fuck baby, when you cum it feels so fucking incredible. Throbbing so hard around my cock baby. God I want to feel it over and over again"

His thrust increase in speed, my clit rubbing against his pelvis with every stroke

"So wet for me baby", he continues, "Fuck it's everywhere. All over my lap, dripping down to the bed. Fuck, please say you're only this wet for my cock. Please jagi"

"I am", I confirm, "Only this wet for you"

It's true

I've never been this wet before, never been this turned on

Never was ready for more orgasms

That last one was instense and I should be done, overstimulated, something

But I'm not

I want more

Maybe it's because I know this is the only time I'm gonna be with him and I want to make the most of it

"Fuck jagi, you don't know how happy that makes me", he murmurs and I'm completely bewildered

It makes him happy?

Does he know what he's saying?

I doubt it, it's probably something that came out just in the moment

I'm not taking it to heart

I don't want to be hurt again

"So good baby", he whimpers, "Wanna be in your pussy everyday. Gonna cum for me again?"

"Mmm hmm", I answer, ignoring the other part he said

The feel of his cock so deep inside is incredible and I didn't even know I was so close already

I was listening to him talk, distracting me from the pleasure

"God, so tight", he whines, his hands moving down and squeezing my ass, "Fuck, fall apart on my cock jagi. Please baby"

"Yoongi! Oh god Yoongi!", I cry in his neck, wave after wave of bliss crashes over me as I cum on his hard dick

"Yes fuck", he yells, "Oh god, you feel so good, fuck me"

He keeps moving, fucking me through my orgasm, making my pussy squeeze him hard

His thrusts gradually lighten as I come down from the orgasm, his lips kissing any skin they can on me

Each press of his lips leave fire in every cell, my skin trembling uncontrollably

Holding me tightly, he pushed me down on his cock then rolls us over, moving on top of me

He looks down at me, smiling shyly before his lips crash into mine in an intense kiss

Of course I kiss him back, my arms around his neck

His ponytail is so messy and I pull out the hair tie, letting it fall around us before I bury my fingers in it

His hips move, rolling into me, going deep inside, the pleasure roaring back

This had to be heaven

Being with him is my heaven

He thrusts inside again and again, giving me more of the pleasure I've never felt before

Pleasure I know I can only feel with him

I hate that I'll never feel this again

Never feel him moving inside me again

Shoving the thoughts away, I focus on him

Breaking the kiss, he leans his forehead against mine, his sweaty hair around me

I move my hands, sliding up his back, feeling his muscles move as he plunges inside me, his wet sweaty skin turning me on more

God I never want this to stop

His breath mixes with mine, one of his hand making it's way into my hair, softly playing with the strands

"Jagi", he whispers, "I want to eat you out every day. All day"

My brain instantly remembers what he said earlier

"The right girl, I can eat her out all day. Everyday"

Is he trying to tell me something?

"Yoongi", I whisper, "What...what does that mean?"

I'm so scared of his answer

I'm almost sorry I asked the question

"It means", he says immediately, "That I fucking love you"

My heart stops in my chest, his words sinking in

"I..you..", I stutter in complete shock

"I love you", he repeats, "My god, Jo, you're so fucking oblivious"

"Huh?"

Yeah I sound really intelligent right now

He lifts his head, looking in my eyes as he stops moving, buried inside me

"You have no idea how long I've been in love with you"

Ok now hold on a second

He never showed me any kind of emotion

Nothing like that

"How long?"

He nods, "Since I knew girls didn't have cooties. I figured that out at thirteen. That's how long I've loved you. That's how long I waited for you"

What?

Is he fucking joking?

He has to be joking

There's no way I was that oblivious for that long

And he had that other girlfriend

"But you said....you loved Anna. You called me and said you did"

He shakes his head, "I didn't. I thought I did. But I just realized that I was with her because she looked like you. I thought I loved her because she was like you. When I actually tried to say it to her, I couldn't. It wouldn't come out. I can't say those words to anyone else. Only you"

Oh my fuck

This....this is everything I ever wanted

"I didn't expect to tell you this way, like this", he says softly, "I didn't expect to tell you at all. Ever but it....it just came out. This, being with you is everything I ever wanted. I love you so much"

My brain is trying so hard to take this information in, it's just so surprising

I never in a million years thought I'd ever hear those words from Yoongi

"Please don't end our friendship. Please don't leave me. I'll keep my feelings to myself from now on but please don't run away from me"

I register what he's saying and he's insane if he thinks I don't feel the same way

"Yoongi", I say, touching his cheek softly, his gorgeous brown eyes on mine, "I love you so much"

He hesitates, "You do?"

"Of course Yoongi. You're my dream guy. I loved you for a long time too. You're everything to me"

A huge stunning smile bursts on his face, his lips against mine immediately

"I love you so much", he says, then kisses me again

"I love you", I get out when he slightly pulls away before his lips are back on mine

"Please", he says between kisses, "Please be mine"

"Yes. I am. Always"

I feel him smile into the kiss, saying, "I'm yours. Always"

"Yeah naekkeo", I nod, then pull his lips back to mine

I need his kisses

Now that he's mine, I can get them all the time

That thought has me reeling

I can kiss Yoongi any time I want to

I can hold his hand, sit in his lap, cuddle with him, be with him

The amount of happiness I feel can't be described

As he kisses me, his hips start to move again, plunging me into bliss

Wrapping my legs around his waist, I moan softly into his mouth, holding onto his back as he quickens his pace

"Fuck, I love you", he says, his lips traveling to my neck, kissing there over and over, "I love you so much"

"I love you so much Yoongi. Always naekkeo"

"Mmm", he nods against my neck, "Always jagi. I'll always love you"

His movements are bringing me close and closer until I'm right there

He slips inside again and I moan his name as I cum

Pleasure assaults all my senses, his lips leaving trails of hot kisses everywhere he can touch

"Yoongi", I moan, "Cum for me naekkeo"

"Fuck", he groans

"Please baby. Want your cum inside me. Fill me baby"

His cock throbs as he sheathes it inside my pussy, warm sticky cum shooting into me

"Fuck", I cry as he yells my name, his body shaking on me, "Feels so good naekkeo"

Now I know what he means when he said my orgasm felt good

His feels so good and I love the full feeling

When we both finish, he lifts his head up, looking at me

"Is this real?", he whispers, "Are you really mine?"

I nod, "It's real naekkeo. I'm yours. I was always yours"

He smiles, "I was always yours too jagi. I love you"

"I love you Yoongi", I smile back, "Now kiss me and don't stop"

"Oh I will baby. I will", he agrees, then his lips press against mine in the most beautiful kiss I ever had

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Rhymix: Side Story 1: The Dove and the Crow — Chapter 2: Prohibited

idfk ok

anyways bird yaoi on yaoi day. perfect occasion right~? :3

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Driven with even more curiosity, Ringed Genesis decided to visit Trap Crow more regularly.

He would come into the Realm of the Almighty, find Momento (if he doesn't find him, he'll settle with finding Callima Karma instead), get escorted into the realm's prison, and then meet Trap Crow there.

A peculiar thing that Ringed Genesis noticed during his visits is that whenever he asks Trap Crow how he ended up in his cage to begin with, the crow never wants to answer. It's an odd detail that Ringed Genesis noticed, it's small yet it makes Ringed Genesis feel a bit uneasy.

Today is another one of those days where he visits Trap Crow. The moment he arrives at the Realm of the Almighty, he is immediately greeted by the sight of Amazing Mighty and Tsunagite talking to each other. Ever since Tsunagite managed to stop Pandora Paradox from doing her bullshit for a second time, she visits the Realm of the Almighty regularly just to see how Pandora is doing. It's...cute, to say the least, to have someone care so much for the former Goddess.

Ringed Genesis stood there for a bit, observing them from a far, before seeing Amazing Mighty glance at him, finally noticing the dove. "Genesis! Hey~" The God greeted, and Ringed Genesis simply nodded back at him as his greeting, walking towards him and Tsunagite. "What's your business here?" Amazing Mighty then asked. "Ah, well, I am just here to visit Trap Crow, per usual." Ringed Genesis replies, a smile on his face.

...However, Amazing Mighty frowns.

It's clear he's not happy about this.

"...Huh?" He forces out. Tsunagite glances down, and she immediately takes a few steps back from Amazing Mighty as soon as she saw his hands clench up into fists. "...Why? Can I not?" Ringed Genesis asks, an eyebrow raised. Amazing Mighty was silent for a bit, before heaving out a very exasperated sigh. "I don't want you seeing him."

That statement surprised both Ringed Genesis and Tsunagite in an instant. "Eh? Why won't you allow him to see Trap Crow? Did Crow do something wrong?" Tsunagite asked the God, who immediately groans upon hearing her question. "Yes! He did do something wrong! And because of that, I don't want the two of them meeting at all!" Amazing Mighty exclaimed in anger, before glancing over to Ringed Genesis.

"You can either stay in this faction of the realm, or leave and go back home." He then said, clear rage in his voice. Being presented with two choices like this doesn't feel right. All this time, Ringed Genesis has been making visits to Trap Crow's cage regularly without Amazing Mighty's knowledge, so this reaction caught the dove off-guard for a bit.

Trap Crow did something wrong? Surely. Why else would he be in his cage to begin with?

But to the point where not even Amazing Mighty wants him visiting the crow?

That's ridiculous to Ringed Genesis.

So that's why, he decided to rebel for once.

"Hmph. Well I can do whatever I want. You can't treat me like a child, sir. I am old enough to decide whether I want to visit someone while they are imprisoned within a faction of this realm or not." Ringed Genesis retorts, before quickly walking away from Amazing Mighty and Tsunagite. "And you can't stop me."

Ringed Genesis could hear Amazing Mighty call out his name from behind him, but no footsteps could be heard trailing behind. Doesn't seem like the God will actually stop him anytime soon...or maybe Tsunagite stopped him before he could follow the dove?

Ringed Genesis genuinely doesn't know at this rate.

———

"You came to visit me? Again?"

"Obviously. Why wouldn't I?"

Walking into the dark area where Trap Crow's cage should be, Ringed Genesis could see him already glaring at him intensely. It's like there is an immense hatred in Trap Crow's heart that's directed to the dove and the dove only. That isn't really Genesis' main concern as of now, though.

"Well it's just that- you don't have much use in visiting him other than to...ask me the same question over and over again." Trap Crow replies, a frown on his face as he grips a bar of his cage. Ringed Genesis simply gives the crow a small smile—one that made Trap Crow feel like he's surrounded by light.

Which is perfectly normal, because really, Ringed Genesis is the one who is blessed by the Light.

Meanwhile, Trap Crow is just a wretched being who is cursed by the Conflict.

Trap Crow doesn't smile back, instead grimacing. "Don't look at me like that..." He blurts out, and Ringed Genesis chuckles at that. It's cute.

Trap Crow is cute.

...

...

...

Wait.

What?

Ringed Genesis' eyes widens slightly at the realization of his thoughts, before quickly shaking them away. 'No, no. Stop that, Genesis. You've only known him for a few days.' He thought to himself. The dove quickly steals a glance towards the crow, who is clearly ignoring him, a sad look on his face.

'However...'

...

'...Why do I feel like I've known him for ages?'

[gofancyninjaworld]

OPM Manga Update 234 Review: King, Evaluated

Summary

I'm not going to really bother with a summary for this chapter. It's a really simple story -- Atomic Samurai challenges King to show him his strength, overthinks it, and lets King off the hook. And goodness knows people have told and retold it to a nonsensical degree. So let's move onto the meta, shall we?

Meta: Cognitive Biases Ahoy!

I hope that no one is sitting here thinking of Atomic Samurai as stupid. Tempting as it is, ONE is showing here a set of pitfalls that even intelligent people fall into. Heck, some of them are pitfalls that people fall into precisely because they're intelligent. Shall we go through them?

The easiest one is confirmation bias. You see this all the time. Our love of finding out that we're right is so strong that it's been necessary to create a whole discipline in the sciences to prevent us from fooling ourselves -- and we still do that, alas. When faced with a phenomenon, we make up some suppositions of what might be happening… and unless we're very, very careful, we try to prove that it's the case, rather than it's not the case.

Atomic Samurai (and his disciples) have the thought that King is really strong, and while Atomic Samurai correctly notes that he's seen nothing in person to evidence King's strength, his go to is to try to confirm that King is strong, not try to see the opposite. Because of that, when given ambiguous evidence, heck, even negative evidence, of King not being seen to so much as draw the sword, he jumps to the conclusion that King must be at least as strong, if not stronger, than the swordsmen so skilled that they can cut objects such that they rejoin themselves, rather than King did nothing. It's not stupidity. It only looks that way because we've been given the answers and believe ourselves smart -- that's not smart of us.

We love confirmation bias because it does not involve us having to challenge what we think we know, which can be upsetting. We don't like to find out that we're wrong.

Speaking of things we don't like to see, there's a second thing at play, one that the proud really fall prey to. We really hate having to admit ignorance and would rather confabulate than go, 'I don't know.' If admitting ignorance to ourselves is hard, admitting it in front of our peers is even harder. Since Atomic has plenty of pride, and his disciples are not much better, when King started bullshitting about atmospheric conditions and the effect that fighting would have, rather than look ignorant, they pretended that they knew what King was talking about.

Lucky for King, eh?

Well, let's talk a little about King and his luck. If King is bullshitting like his life depends on it, that's because it does. The reason King has managed to survive for so long is that he's never, ever, not even once, fooled himself into believing himself to be in possession of any powers. So far, he has been lucky, that much he knows. He also knows that 'good' isn't the only flavour that luck occurs in. So when he's in front of a threat, he's not pretending to be terrified, he is. And that honest terror makes him look and sound scary.

Just scary enough that people think twice about whether they really want to push their luck and test him, given that there really is a hero out there who annihilates everything at a single blow and they've been told that guy is this 'King' fellow in front of them. If King had the nonsense to believe in his luck, he'd not be as scared -- and the facade would fall apart.

Believe it or not, that's all I really have to say about this conflict.

Just a few more bits to mop up.

First, I really like that there's a framework for the apple not noticing that it's been cut. Given that it's not possible to keep things a surprise given that many readers of the manga have either read the webcomic or know someone who has, I like how ONE has solved the problem. Rather than pretending that a no-longer-a-surprise is nevertheless a surprise, he's given it roots and incorporated it into the story. And the sword not noticing that it'd been drawn? I laughed. Sorry if you cried.

Second, speaking about vulnerability, it's interesting that Amai Mask did not lose face by showing that he too could be scared, could fail, could be vulnerable. We get to see Atomic's view of it and he has found real respect for Amai Mask for being able to admit all those things publicly, and then find a way to pull himself together and keep fighting. It's both neat in itself, because it takes real courage to be publicly vulnerable, and it's neat because it's precisely what neither Atomic nor his disciples could do when faced with King: admit their own doubts and ignorance.

Since I'm writing this with the benefit of more chapters, bet on it that I will be returning to the matters of Sweet Mask and King, but for now, we shall leave things here.

[yes-i-am-happyaspie]

Happyapie's 2023 Sicktember Master List:

Lack of Self-Care G

With Pepper out of the country and a plethora of projects requiring his attention, Tony fails to participate in any kind of self-care. As a result, he’s overcome by a pounding headache. At some point, Peter shows up with a guilt-inducing look of harried concern.

- Hopelessly Bad at Self-Care - Pounding Headache

Don't Come Crying to Me G

In a moment of exasperation, Tony says to Peter ‘Don’t come crying to me when you get sick’. Peter takes the instructions to heart and a few months later when Tony invites him to help with a mission, he decides to keep the fact he woke up feeling awful under wraps. That goes just about as well as you would expect

- Hiding an Illness - “Wear Your Coat, You’ll Catch a Cold”

For a Friend T

Peter finds out Bucky is sick and spends his weekend at the Tower balancing between spending time with Tony and making sure his friend is taking care of himself. When it’s time for Peter to go home, he asks Tony to keep looking after Bucky. Reluctantly, Tony agrees... Of course, Peter can't stay away for long.

- “You’re a Jerk When You’re Sick” - ‘‘I shouldn’t be worried about you, but for some reason, I am’’ - Coughing Fit

Heat Below the Rubble G

Peter has a fever. And a night terror. All while asleep on the couch in Tony's lab. As Peter talks in his sleep, Tony finds out all about the fight with The vulture and the building that Peter was temporarily trapped beneath.

- Persistent Fever - Confused/Disoriented

Ned Leeds' Beginner's Guide to Faking Sick G

Peter really, really REALLY doesn't want to go on the scheduled class field trip. Ned doesn't understand why. But being the good friend that he is, Ned supports Peter's decision to be weird about it. And provides him with a comprehensive, step-by-step guide to faking sick. And well- things don't exactly go as planned...

- Beginner's Guide to Faking Sick - Anxious Stomach

AutoCorrect: Teen to Todd G

While staying with Tony, Peter comes down with a common cold. Unsure of how to help with the situation, Tony turns to the internet.

Casually, he typed into his phone’s search bar, ‘How to take care of a sick teenager.’ Although the devices autocorrect, promptly updated the search to ‘How to take care of a sick toddler.’ After noticing the unwarranted correction, he looked thoughtfully at Peter. The kid was lying pathetically across the couch, staring vacantly at some weird-looking cartoon on the television. Suddenly, the new search terms didn’t feel all that far off and he thought to himself, ‘Eh. Close enough.’

- Consulting the Internet/Web MD - Forehead Kisses

Face First(aid) T

While out on patrol, Peter decided he might not be feeling all that well. Eventually he decides to swing home but his stomach is iffy, his body aches and his brain is a bit sluggish. As a result he ends up slamming face first into a billboard, creating an explosion of pain around his nose. His AI was quick to alert Mr. Stark and bring up an ETA countdown in the corner of his HUD. He can’t decide if he was annoyed or relieved.

“Hey, Kid. Does your face hurt?”

- Sick and Injured - "I could Really Use a Hug Right About Now"

Signs of Sickness G

Peter wakes up one morning feeling tired and achy. He doesn’t think too much of it until his stomach starts to hurt on the way home from school. He tries to tell Tony he doesn't feel good but after dropping his phone there’s a language barrier larger than he knows how to fill in such a harried state. But everything ends up okay. Tony and Pepper are there for him.

- Sick in an Inconvenient Place. - Terms of Endearment/Nicknames

Happy to Stay G

Tony has been out of the county, and Happy has been tasked with making sure Peter is there to greet him when he gets back. Only Happy wasn’t really expecting the kid to be sick when he picked him up from school. Nor was he expecting to have to coax said kid into admitting it. But there he was, suddenly in charge of taking care of his superhero boss’s sick superhero pseudo son. [Happy's pov!]

- "What happened to your phenomenal immune system, huh?" - “Did you just sneeze?” - “The only place we’re going is to the pharmacy”

On Edge T

When Peter heads out on Patrol feeling overly exhausted and a little under the weather, May asks Tony to keep an eye on him. Tony happily takes on the task and everything is going perfectly well. Until the Spider-Suit’s GPS stalls right in the middle of the Queensboro Bridge and Tony decides his best course of action is to, well- panic. Even if it isn’t necessary.

- “I should have stayed home” - “I’m so sorry”

These are all a part of the 25 fic series,  Sicktember 2021-2023

[quinloki]

A Light Touch

Fem Reader x Eustass Kid

CW: language, assault, violence, sexual themes and situations, implications of non-con, loss of limbs, blood. 18+ Only.

Chapter 1 - Table of Consent -

Chapter 2: Handy Guy

Kid and Killer didn't come back until late afternoon the next day. They'd left their numbers with the nurse, and she got them into your phone for you. She filled you in on a bit more information as well since you were more aware the next day.

The man who had rear-ended you had been released from the hospital that morning, but he was in Marine custody currently. There'd probably be someone by tomorrow to talk to you about what happened regarding the accident, and she left some materials with you about your options for prosthetics.

Kid or Killer had made sure your bag had ended up with you in your room, and you were grateful for that. Not only did it have your phone and ID, but your insurance information was in there as well. When you gave it to the Nurse she smiled.

"Your costs have already been taken care of, Miss (Y/N), but I can run everything through your insurance still, if you like."

"Uh, yes please." You were trying to think how the cost of a hospital stay had been preemptively handled, but you didn't quite have the brain cells to sort it out. You were still on some pain meds and even then there was a good bit of soreness to be dealt with.

There was no way that the drunk who had hit you had been forced to pay for your hospital stay, or anything else so soon after the accident. You didn't have any family, in the Grandline Metro or outside of it. Your work certainly wasn't going to pay for anything they didn't have to, and you didn't have anything like a sugar daddy.

The only logical conclusion was that Kid had decided to pick up the tab, and something about that irritated you. You didn't know him well enough for him to be giving you charity like this. Even if he did feel guilty for you losing your hand – which was painfully obvious – this was too much. It was like he thought you weren't capable of swinging a hospital bill just because you'd been driving a beater.

By the time Kid and Killer arrived you had become irritated and snapped at them as soon as they walked in.

"What the hell, Red?" You growl, the smile on Kid's face melting away. "I know you feel responsible for me losing my hand, but that's no reason to pay my hospital bills! I'm not broke just cause my car was a hunk of junk!"

"Eh? Don't go assigning guilt to people like that!" He threw a wrapped box against the far wall, though for a second you were sure he was going to pelt it at you. "Damn bitch." He grumbles, turning on his heel and storming out of the room.

Killer stays behind, watching Kid leave before turning back to you. He put his hands up in front of him like he was surrendering.

"I come in peace?" He offers.

"Tch. Fine. Come in if you want." You grumble, sinking back into your bed. Being angry had already worn you out and you'd barely raised your voice.

Killer walks in, setting down a small bouquet of flowers by your bed before walking around to the other side and picking up the box Kid had thrown.

"We didn't pay your tab, (y/n)." Killer says after a moment.

"Then who did? Certainly not the drunk." You grouch.

"No idea." Killer shrugs, stepping back around to the side of your bed that's by the door. "Kid did try to pay. I can't say if he does, or doesn't feel responsible for your hand. He just had the means, and I think he felt sympathetic toward you."

"I don't need-." Your words caught in your throat, and you groan. Kid had a big prosthetic arm. It was really hard to miss, and you'd seen at least two versions of it – a gnarly kind of metal one you remember from the accident, and a more subdued, almost normal looking one he'd been wearing while visiting you. Of course, he'd have some sympathy for you, losing your hand, given he was down a whole arm. "Aw, fuck, I am a dick."

"Eh. You've been through some shit the last couple days." Killer offers. "Kid just needs to cool off, and he'll be back."

"Are you everyone's voice of reason, or just his?" You question.

His shoulders shake a bit. "You seem to be doing better today at least, you've got more energy."

"Yeah." You breathe in deep and let it out. "I miss my hand, but if some money-fairy has descended and handled my hospital bill then that frees up some options."

"You could commission Kid." Killer offers. "He's made all the prosthetics he has now."

You smile. "I... don't know that I should. I think trying to pay him for something like that would just end in a fight."

"I wouldn't take yer money anyway, Mouse." Kid grumbles from the doorway.

"Ah, hey, look, I'm sorry about... uh, earlier."

"S'fine." He mutters, coming into the room.

"I still don't know what to think about you two." You admit as Kid sits down in the corner chair.

"Whaddya mean?" He still sounds a little testy, but you couldn't blame him. You'd read him the riot act earlier and it was unfounded.

"I appreciate you guys visiting, and, honestly, I can swallow my pride and appreciate you wantin' to help financially too. But," you chuckle a bit and smile sardonically. "This can't be how I make friends for the first time since school."

"You really ain't got any friends, Mouse?"

"Ah, I mean, I have some coworkers I get along with, but aside from that, not really. Most of my hobbies are indoors, and I don't dislike people, but well..." You clear your throat. "Most of my school friends moved out of the Metro, and there's a couple I keep in touch with, but they're miles away. I don't know, once my mom passed away a couple years ago, I've just kind of... worked." You shrug, and then look back to Eustass. "I have to know though, why do you keep calling me mouse?"

Kid turns his hand as he talks. "Your key chain." He sips whatever drink he'd gotten when he went to cool off. "You should put less charms on your key ring, Mouse. The extra weight can wear out the starter."

Admittedly, you had a lot of little knickknacks on your key ring. You'd find cute small charms while walking the malls, or from little gacha machines, and the ones you liked ended up on your key ring. Between the options he had to pick from, maybe Mouse wasn't such a bad nickname. The idea of someone like Eustass Kid calling you "kitten" or "maid" or "dog" just kind of soured in your mind.

"What if I really don't like that nickname?" You questioned.

Kid shrugs. "I'm not trying to be your friend, Mouse, so -."

Killer clears his throat, and Kid grumbles, taking another drink.

"If it really bothered you, I could... try."

"Eh. I imagine there's worse things to be called by walking volcano with a metal arm."

Kid tried to glare, but with his face turning pink it really diminished his intent. Killer nearly choked on his own drink, and was silently shaking in his chair, trying desperately to stifle his laugh.

"You're a real brat, (Y/N)." Kid grumbled and you laughed as much as you could muster between your injuries.

"Somehow I feel like you're the type to get along with a brat better than, say, a princess." You point out.

Kid opened his mouth to say something, seemed to think better of it, and then finished off the rest of his drink. He got up and picked up the box he'd tossed across the room, that Killer had set by your bed. He turned it over in his hands, knocking crinkles off the wrapping.

"Do you know when they're releasing you?" He asks.

"Tomorrow, if nothing opens up. I heal pretty fast, not like Devil Fruit fast, but nothing's infected and they can't do anything about a prosthetic until it's completely healed anyway."

"Decided what you're going to get?"

There were several kinds of available prosthetics for people. There were mechanical-movement versions, which mimicked neural movements fairly well, but the control was all in learning how to manipulate the mechanisms. Most didn't have fine movement capabilities, and all of them required re-learning how to move whatever they replaced. Another type was single-join or stationary prosthetics, commonly for legs or people who were only wearing one to make other folks more comfortable. With only one or no moving parts, they were more for show than practical use.

The kind becoming more common over the last couple decades, were neurologically connected prosthetics. It was a painful primary procedure, and it required both money and capacity to upkeep, but they moved and worked like actual limbs. All the way down to producing sensations of touch and pressure.

You shrug. "Part of me wants a fully integrated hand. But I don't know if that's necessarily because I need one, or if I just want one. I mean, I've had two hands for my whole life. I'd like to have two hands for the rest of it."

"That sounds like a strong enough reason to go for it." Kid states, setting the rumpled box back where Killer had put it. "You don't have a car right now, Mouse, you need a ride tomorrow?"

"I could get a taxi, but uh, I guess if you're offering, I can accept." You thought about it for a second, remembering the fact that it was nearly the bumper of Kid's truck that slammed into you. You were not nearly as tall as the two men in your room, and you had logistical concerns. "Can I even get into that monster truck of yours?"

Kid grunts as Killer stood up and they headed out with a simple, "get some rest." And you were on your own again.

Admittedly, you were really tired, and as you dozed off you wondered if either of those muscle-heads had noticed. They seemed like really nice guys, especially for a couple of dudes who look like they'd fight god with hammer, a rusty screw driver, and nary a fuck to give between them.

The next day, just as the nurse had anticipated, you were visited by the Marines. A young officer with dark eyes and bubblegum pink hair asked you questions about the accident. He had a partner with him, but the taller blonde didn't seem to be interested in even being there.

You explained the turn of events as best as you could remember.

"Did you want to press charges?" The marine, who said his name was Coby, questions you.

"If he's willing to pay restitution, then I have no reason to do so." You admit. "I've already lost a few days of work, and will be out for another couple weeks at least, plus the cost of replacing my hand. But if he doesn't want to even try to pay for damages, then yes."

"That's acceptable, Miss (Y/N). Did you want to press charges against the secondary collision? Technically, you'd be at fault for it, but with the-."

"No, not at all." You interrupt. "The guys that were in the truck have been apologetic and have been visiting me regularly. They haven't blamed me for any damages to their truck, and it's not their fault that, uh, did you say his name was Mr. Vander?"

Coby nods. "Vander Decken the ninth." He reads from his notes.

"Yeah, it's not their fault that drunk bastard shoved me into the intersection." You say with an obvious irritated edge to your voice.

You catch a faint smile across the young marine's face, but he quickly composes himself to a more professional expression. "Very well, Miss (Y/N), that's all we need today. As things progress we'll be in touch. You're due to be released today, correct?"

"Yeah, later this afternoon."

"Alright. I'll reach out to you at your home in a couple days as a follow-up."

"Thank you officer Coby, I appreciate that."

Now all that was left to do was wait for Kid and Killer and go through the discharge process.

Next Chapter

[lingy910y]

Gallavich Questionnaire

Thank you @energievie for tagging me to do this! I get too unhinged when talking about these two boys, so warning for very elaborate ramblings 🙏

1. What’s a fic you’ve read more than once?

This fic is the prime example of why you should write a fic even if you think nobody’s going to read it, because it’s my favorite gallavich fic even though most people don’t want to read about them getting a divorce. But I do, okay, because a normal break-up doesn’t cut it (especially since we already see those in canon, but post-canon is up to our interpretation) and it’s just more serious. I think they will work out their issues before it gets too far in canon but it just hurts so fucking good. The reason for their divorce is so realistic too, in fact it’s not one but a lot of problems piled on top of each other. They think it’s only going to hurt everyone involved including their children, which is arguably true in context, but they can’t resist each other and it’s this back and forth push. There’s parallels to canon, the writing is so good without being drawn out, and there’s so much nuance, emotion, and subtly hinting at something beneath the surface. The pining is just delicious because it’s not “I don’t know if you feel this way about me” or “I’m not allowed to be with you,” it’s “I want to be with you so badly but I’m trying to resist that because it’s going to hurt everyone.” Then the trying so hard not to care because “we’re over, but you’re in trouble and I’m trying to move on and I’m never going to love someone else like I love you” 😭😭😭 anyway I actually had to stop myself from rereading too often for comfort because it was too much LOL

the author said they were going to update it January of this year so I’ll be patiently waiting 😔

3. What's a headcanon you can't stop thinking about?

You know that post abt how when you're sleepy you imagine your favs sleepy? I keep imagining Ian wrapping their comforter around Mickey like a cocoon when he has a nightmare and cuddling him, it's cute

4. What's a fanart you love looking at?

The first image of this by @gallavichonly JUST GETS ME SO FERAL. THEIR FUCKING EXPRESSIONS.

5. What’s an idea you’d love to create if you had the time/inspiration?

I want to draw a character concept art sheet for their outfits/weapons/mechanics for kinda a zombie apocalypse AU. Designing that sounds fun but I need to research more

6. What’s something you’ve discovered since entering this fandom? A new trope you love? A different analysis of the show? Something else?

The jealousy trope, especially jealous Mickey. I guess in other fandoms, people write jealousy in a really possessive, cringy way. Not saying gallavich aren't possessive as fuck but at least they earned it, you know? There's too many ships where one of them is breathing down the other person's love interest's neck but they don't even know you exist, like calm down 😭 Meanwhile gallavich tease and try to get each other to admit it first, and Mickey is biting his tongue trying not to say anything and then "Fucking cheat on me, Ian?!", "Whatcha doin' here then?" AND THEIR EXPRESSIONS WHEN THEY EACH SAY "WHEN YOU KNOW, YOU KNOW" ARUGHHHHHH I'M SO GONE

7. What’s an underrated trope or concept you’d like to see more of?

Touched on this earlier but basically the more tragic/gritty ones—a huge argument, break-ups, unrequited love, falling out of love, hanahaki, amnesia, MCD...

10. What scene or moment do you feel isn’t discussed enough?

Eh I think we've dissected the shit out of every scene lmao, but probably their s4 reunion? The lap dance?

11. What line/dialogue/description from something else (a poem, a book, a tv show, a movie, or something else) do you feel describes Ian and Mickey’s relationship?

Obviously "I'll take care of you. / It's rotten work. / Not to me. Not if it's you."

12. What do you think is next for Ian and Mickey post-finale?

I want Ian to go back to being an EMT no matter what :( but their current security gig fits Mickey a lot. Ian also gets really into gardening, he'll be so good to the point where he'll be known in the neighborhood. And Mickey has a little hobby for drawing. They'll adopt a pitbull because Mickey was actually enthusiastic about that idea, which meets Ian halfway by still giving him something to take care of. Now for the elephant in the room: I think it's okay if Mickey never wants a kid, and there's a lot of issues ingrained in them that unless they go to therapy for a couple of years, hinder them from becoming perfect parents tbh. Now I'm not saying they'll be bad, but will their best be enough? Will they be content? Idk, I don't have any experience and I see them with more issues/flaws than the majority of the fandom? Honestly I just don't see that future for them (but I do enjoy kid AUs because who doesn't.) They'll stay on the West Side because I want them to get out but not stray too far from their family. I also can't think about them getting old or I'll sob, but I wrote a fic about how they'll retire and just live comfortably because it's what they deserve, and they'll take tons of vacations when they save up enough money.

oh my god that was way too much but in my defense i rarely get to rant abt them ok!! anyway now that I went through the whole spectrum of emotions, i'm tagging @michellemisfit, @lupeloto, @jademickian & @softmick 🚶‍♀️

[weakly-skoodge]

Week Twenty Seven!

How many loops have passed, now? How many times has Zim gone out of his way to find him again, alone, sitting on a rock on a desecrated planet. Does it matter? No one is around to watch. No one remembers.

No one but Zim.

He leans his head against the sole seat of his Voot, and stares up, unblinking.

Sometimes, they hold hands, and Zim is struck with the sudden urge to rub his thumb against the palm of Skoodge's. An action far too gentle to be coming from the mighty Zim, but, eh. No one else is around. And no one will remember. So, one loop, when he finds Skoodge's hand in his once more, he gives in to the temptation.

Skoodge cries.

Zim tries not to do it again.

All of it accumulates. Zim learns more about Skoodge than he would ever care to have learned in his entire lifetime. Little things. What makes him cry. What his favorite color is.

He thinks darkmatter donuts taste good. The how and why of anyone liking them ever are completely lost to Zim.

Lost. A familiar sentiment, especially to these current times. Time. Many singular time.

Being in a timeloop gets confusing.

Irrelevant.

Zim shakes his head and slaps his cheeks, pulling himself back to reality.

All of these events and loops are important. They conglomerate and congeal and condense into one mass of thoughts and ideas. Everything. The talking, the hugging, almost the… blech, mouth-pressing, which hasn't happened since the first time fortunately, the petty arguments that escalate into bloody fights. It all brings them, to the here, the now, in the most recent loop.

They're talking.

Again.

About useless, arbitrary things. Nothing that will stick, that hasn't stuck already. Not words, at least. Only impressions of joy, of shared smiles and laughs. Things no irken should share, not unless they have the privilage to. Things that they've both already shared before.

And Zim realizes what he wants.

He wants this.

He wants to be… as much as he hates to admit it, friends.

They used to be. He knows that much.

He has impressions of things before. Some full memories. Holding hands, leading, seeing, laughing, breathing. Out to the side of a cliff, in a trench, out in barren dunes. But mostly feelings.

The talking is familiar. Comforting, in a way nothing else has ever been. Nothing else, not since before.

Before what?

Try as he might, as by Zog he does try, he can't sum it to the forefronts of his mind. It’s all a distant, corrupted memory, now.

"Why did we stop?" he asks Skoodge, upfront and blunt, as usual. There's no point in elaborating. The full-body flinch is enough for Zim to tell that Skoodge knows exactly what he's asking about.

Irkens aren't the best at beating around the bush. Far too impatient. Skoodge is an outlier. He would wait for anything, if he believed the end result would be rewarding in any substantial way.

For crying out loud, he's still sitting here, now, in this loop, basking in Zim's glory.

"You don't know?" He waits. Patient, as always, for a response to his own question, one that won't come, clinging to some way to divert his attention and redirect the conversation. Unfortunately for Skoodge, he has already used this tactic against Zim far too many times for him to fall prey to it anymore.

He turns away in defeat. His claw picks and fiddles at his sleeve and glove.

"I… didn't really… treat you good enough, for you to have any reason to stick around."

That doesn't sound right. Skoodge is treating Zim plenty nice now. The other half is more believable, on it's own. Zim is far too comfortable with abandoning people who could otherwise have been valuable assets to him.

"Is that the truth?"

Skoodge tugs his gloves further up his arms. A useless action. They're already pulled up as high as they can go. "Yes."

Liar.

There's no time to call him out. Already, they've been engulfed, the honks of time-bending creatures completely taking over Zim's senses as he returns to square one.

These creatures could stand to be more courteous towards the guy who, essentially, gave them an entire outhouse-universe, free of charge. Would it kill them to give him a little more time to exist?

It's fine.

He'll just have to ask again. Faster. More efficiently.

It can't be too difficult. It's in an irken's nature to be efficient. He can do it.

If nothing else, he will do it because he is Zim.

That simple fact is explanation enough.

"Are we friends?"

Skoodge takes a moment, to mull it over. Likely, he's going through english vocabulary to figure out what that word even means, again, as he already has many times before. As he already has and hasn't remembered.

"… No." He pauses. Zim thinks, this is where it stops, this is where he backtracks, immediately tries to remedy it, where he looks at Zim with a smile tugging his face and a laugh bubbling in his throat, ready to say gotcha.

No.

In a cruel twist of events, Skoodge instead continues on.

"I don't think we are."

[fraudulent-cheese]

So i watched the first half of ROTI! i don't have many thoughts honestly?

I don't care for Staci, i'll be honest. Her gimmick is repetitive and im glad she got booted first if this was the only thing the writters were gonna do with her. It would be funny if there was a grain of truth to her claims tho.

Dakota's pretty fun and i like the added focus on the interns this season, because let's be honest outside of one "haha the interns keep dying" joke in both TDI and TDWT there isn't much i belive? So yeah

also samkota's cute, idk what to say? God i wish the writters explored Dakota's character before the whole mutation thing.

Honestly all the ROTI girls are great, wish they got more than arcs about which boy they wanted to kiss because MAN ANNE MARIA AND JO ARE GREAT, Jo especially, she's currently my fav of the season. I wish they did more with both of them man!!! I don't like the jabs made about her appearence but i find them fine from Anne Maria specifically? Like yeah she would do that! I wish the girls were fighting for longer!

Dawn's one of the better characters but i wish her conflict with Scott lasted longer than one episode. Same with her friendship with B! What is it with Total Drama and throwing away interesting rivalries the episode they start at?!

B's fine i'll be real. I like how they don't actually make him speak! Other contestants do make jabs about it but like, they're teenagers, and one of them is from Scott and he's kinda shitty so it works lol

SPEAKING OF! Scott's pretty fun! He's not the best antagonist ever but he's fun to watch and that's enough for me rn. He's pathetic and shitty it's great

Team man is also fun, i like Brick especially. Don't like the frequency of the pissing himself jokes tho. Like, i get it! he's a military boy who likes fashion and pisses himself! Do something else!

I don't care for Cameron i'll be real. Neither for Zoey, i wish her flaws were explored more because dang she's judgy in episode 5!

I guess i'll talk about Mike here too? I think he's ok, but man i wish his alters were treated more like people. I don't mean the other contestants, i mean by the show. Svetlana's great for the small amount she's on screen for, and I like Chester and Vito more than i thought i would! Please show explore them a little more! (and, well, to state the obvious, don't call it mpd why did it call it mpd it wasn't even the actual term for it when the show was being written)

My least favorite part is the love triangle tho. It's suffering from a critical case of "Warrior's miscommunication": a miscommunication plotline that could be solved in a single conversation, but the characters involved don't tell anyone because we need to stretch this book to 300 pages! or in this case, the plotline to last the whole season!

I get Mike not wanting to tell Zoey because his whole thing is not wanting to tell people, and Vito not telling Anne Maria because he's fucking dumb and considering his relationship with Anne Maria wasn't in a position where he needed to disclose it, but LIKE!!! COME ON MAN!!! this could be solved so easily and they just,,, didn't. Also why can't Vito still date Anne Maria at the end he's his own person!

i'll be real i think i like the idea that Anne Maria and Vito are still friends they just make-out too, mostly because that's all they really do in the show (and also i like Jomaria more)

OK ENOUGH ABOUT THE SYSTEM MORE ABOUT THE LAST CONTESTANT

I don't care for Lightning oops. He's funny sometimes. The "Jo is a guy" jokes get old quick tho.

THAT'S IT ON CONTESTANT THOUGHTS SO FAR!

The challenges are fine? I think a couple are pretty good (the treasure hunt for instance) but a couple are less good? (the Obstacle Course is eh, i don't really care about the mine one) but honestly i wish they just executed a couple better. Like the Embarrasing questions, climbing the mountain, hell even the relay-race could've honestly been wayyy better than they actually were! At least they're camp related!

But yeah so far ROTI's pretty good, 6/10 with 8/10 characters.

[youremyheaven]

HEYYYY [insert whatever pet name u like] it's ur venus stellium anon from last month.. do u remember me? sorry life happened 🤩 n i've been pretty low energy so i didn't get around to bothering u. I've been looking at yt vids of some of my chart placements lately and i've discovered something funny (along with other developments like me. I've been looking at ur blog the past one or two days a little and I obvs haven't made my way through the whole "backlog" but some silly thoughts:

I didn't know u were bi! For some reason I felt a little awkward talking about this because I didn't want to be That Person lol (aka everyone was talking about guys and I didn't wanna weird anyone out 😔) but my exes were women 😂 supposedly I gave them daddy energy lmfao I hate it because I wanted that from someone. I talked about them a bit vaguely but it might've sounded worse under the assumption of it being a man. (Unless I didn't say much and just forgot)

I've been reading celebrity gossip and only now realised how people - even the most successful - can have it so truly bad when it comes to romance and idk it made me a little apathetic and allergic to it. Not in a "im swearing off of it" way but in a "im no longer going to expect it in my life. If I get surprised, yay for me. Otherwise eh." (my mind's at a weird place though so it'll probably change when other things calm down, don't worry about me 🫶 this is all about the hypothetical future anyway because I'm not looking for a relationship rn)

Sorry u got hate about ur blog. I can understand anon got upset but the unkind language was uncalled for.

I came across the ask about nodes conjuncting big 3 and one of mine does; i can assure u (and the hate anon) that yes, this particular example (me) DOES happen to be cray cray 😭

This is related to the yt vids and point 2: My charts basically say I'll have an okay enough career, but the romance department would be dodgy because I will never be satisfied by anything anyone does for me (to put it shortly) 😂😂 that had me a little shocked at first but then I was like u know what we kinda knew this.. let's just focus on that career instead LMFAO

HARD AGREE WITH U ON THE FLIRTING IN NON-ENGLISH. I gotta be honest I cringe if I hear flirting in anything other than English (I've only ever been exposed to it in that language) but I read a fic (english) once where this man called his lover "meri jaan" and it had me in a DAZE FOR DAYS (excuse the lame pun pls) SO YES I AGREE W U. I've been collecting other little terms (just 1 so far) that I've seen people around me using affectionately and they're sooo sweet.

I HOPE U'VE BEEN WELLLLLL. I'm away from tumblr lately so I probably won't be able to send u asks in the near future but I hope u stay safe and take care of urself 💖💖 BYEEEEE

HEYYY bbg 🥺

I thought this was going to be astrology related but you're just checking in on me 😭😭😭😭and I feel so touched 🥺🥺🥺

1. About being bisexual

I feel like there are definitely different dynamics at play bc I do attract more butch leaning women who want to be my daddy 🫣🙈 but whenever it's a femme x femme dynamic, I always feel like I become the more dominant one and I do kinda hate it 😭😭

It just wears me out to be the giver tbh 🙃 especially because I already assume that role in so many other areas in my life, I just want to sit back and be babygirled 😭😭 this is why despite being attracted to women , relationships with women don't really work out for me 😭😭

it's all a matter of luck when it comes to love and relationships and sometimes things find us unexpectedly.

what I've learnt from some of my recent experiences is that someone can do all the right things, give you princess treatment and all that yet not make you feel anything 😭 so to be physically attracted to someone, emotionally in- sync with them, AND have a healthy relationship,, it's all down to luck 😭

2. not u calling yourself cray cray 😭😭

majority of people in this world are not living happy lives, be it with regard to love, career or family. To even have one of these things going well is a huge blessing ✨and while it's possible to have all of them, it's okay to not beat yourself up for achieving all 3 in one go.

One of my dad's childhood friends, remained unmarried into her late 40s. This is veryyyy unusual in India and she's not from a bougie artsy family where such things are chill or anything either. She, however, had a brilliant career and is a civil servant and rn she's in a veryyy high ranking position because she's worked her way up. Everybody around her pitied her (for being single and childless) but she was just out there making $$$ by the time she hit her late 40s people stopped pestering her because by that point, it's kinda "too late" to settle down. BUT GUESS WHAT HAPPENED??? she met a reallyyyyy cute Swiss-German man who was visiting our state/city and she happened to be the one showing him around?? (someone linked them up basically) and that wonderful meet-cute led them to marriage in like 2 months lol ,,, this lady who had been single for 47+ years found the right guy and married him in less than 2 months???? Isn't that sooooo romantic??? It's all about timing 💛💛 and now they've been together for a decade and spend most of their year travelling the world ✨and are very much in love

So different eras of our life will have us focusing on different things. Rn it's probably best to make that $$$ and focus on yourself. Love will find you when it needs to 💛✨💛

3. About flirting in non-English

JAJAJSJ yess I used to cringe 😬 hearing Desi flirting across languages 😭but now I feel like I've finally decolonised my mind to find it cute 😭

My ex was Tamil and he used to call me "bomma" which means "doll" in Tamil ,, I had a flop talking stage with another Tamil guy who used to call me "Kitty kutty" ("little kitty") and idk if it's a Tamil guy thing but they go hardddd with their affection through terms of endearment

Flirting in Hindi is always fun bc it's all "aapka this, aapka that" (using honorifics) and respect turns me on i guess lmao 🤭🥵 Idk if this is just a Desi thing but yk how men start calling you madam and ma'am 😌yeah I live for that shit 🤭🤭 they'll be like "madam is still getting ready" and I'll be like 😍yes the hell I am 😍😜

4. Thank you so much for checking in with me angel 🥺🥺 I appreciate it and you soooo much 💛💛💛 you're the sweetest

I'll take care of myself 😜 😌and I hope you do as well!!! 💛💛 May the rest of July be wonderful for you ✨

[felikatze]

Plusquam Chapter 7 director's commentary because i adore being a blabbermouth

hi hi hello. i am going to talk about my fic and nobody can stop me but i don't want to turn the ao3 author's notes into their own 30k novel so yelling on tumblr it is!!

if you are interested in SOME of the machenations of my enigmatic mind, feel free to read. If not. Well i don't care really it's your life. I'm writing this for MY enjoyment.

First of!! I dunno if I talked about them before!! (I have the memory of a goldfish). The silly codenames!!

As I may or may not have mentioned before, the inspiration for this came from the Project Thabes mod for Awakening. In the ferox duel, the mod replaces the generics with inigo, severa, owain, and gerome. The awakening trio get their fates names (a coward's move, but one i understand), but gerome is named michalis, which i just enjoy soooo much???

so when i initially planned out for all the future kids to band together with lucina, i decided they all had to have codenames! otherwise there's really no point in lucina having one....

merric for laurent was the biggest no brainer of all of them, with caeda for severa being a close second. feel free to interpret why. gerome was obviously taken from the thabes mod, and the rest were... a challenge... to come up with!

owain actually gave me a lot of trouble. what WOULD he name himself? i've not finished shadow dragon myself (I only played the prologue so far... haha...), and most i know of the cast comes from mitosis. and scarf's new mystery lunatic reverse run on youtube. and it was that run that reminded me. that kris's confect is an item in the game. meaning that awakening era people know kris exists. except wasn't kris' deal that they like. did not want to be noted down in history.

hence kris being a "heavily debated historical subject". which of COURSE owain would name himself after an unsung but vitally important hero of the shadows.

others i may discuss as they come up? eh, we'll see. not every future kid is gonna be important (god knows that's way too many characters for me to handle), but they will be There. main focus of course being the fp3 squad, with the addition of two others. it is very obvious who it will be, i think.

next up, pairings!

most pairings werent set, outside the ones that are my obvious favorites (panne/lonqu, henlivia, chrobin (duh)). others were up in the air and just happened as i wrote. as i thought about gerome in this, and chatted about the subject with friends, frederick/cherche came to be for this fic! (and for the shrek au, oddly enough. it may have just been on my mind, and i thought chrom missing freddie's wedding was funny.)

it suited my purposes best if gerome had a stronger emotional tie to the blueberry siblings, and a knightly duty to protect them served just that. hence the dialogue of lucina being his liege. he's so utterly disinterested in getting to know the people of the past that i needed that extra bit to keep him coherent. he won't get close to anyone, but he'll do anything to support lucina's aims as though they were his own.

which brings me to the next subject, lucina's PoV! This is the first perspective switch in all of plusquam (not just because I couldn't meet my 4k benchmark with morgan alone this time). Since Morgan and Lucina act separately and won't encounter often, I needed the extra time to establish her character here. To me, there's a clear dissonance between how Morgan views her and how Lucina is. Both of them are unreliable narrators to varying degrees, yet how they differ is where the meat is.

Like, for example, Morgan completely rejecting that Lucina is Robin's child as well, and not just Chrom's, because Grima told them Lucina was different. As compared to the actual Lucina still deeply affected by Robin, and even engaging with grimleal theology on an even field because of him and the other plegian influences in her life.

there's also the matter of her narration style. I waffled back and forth on whether to give her second person narration as well, but ultimately decided on third person limited, with a catch - she exclusively refers to everyone, including herself, by their codenames.

in both their perspectives, i want to create separation between their original names and who they act as. With morgan, this succeeds because the viewpoint has no need to mention their name whatsoever, and with lucina, it succeeds because she's the one creating that distance in her own mind. it's fun to play with!

ah, siblings. so different, yet so similar.

as for the pronouns situation on lucina's pov. well. schrödinger's transgender.

minor thing. i hate adapting canon scenes close to script, hence me just freestyling when lucina and co meet chrom and squad. there's also just... no future portal risen roaming about, which would've made the point moot anyway. that's a very interesting consequence to play with.

having an endless army of generic undead is lame. having to draw on the actual dead of the immediate area - now we're getting spicy!

despite everything, i have grown attached to the risen wyvern and its chittering ways, but it sadly has to go. there's a reason morgan never named it. farewell my sweet prince. aurgh. i mean. this thing has been with morgan through the entire past so far. and it just fell apart more and more over time. crashing into a wall and breaking its neck, having half its throat torn out - poor thing. good thing it can't feel pain anymore.

that is, i think, all i wanted to blabber about? if you're a reader of plusquam, hi, i love you, i hope you have a great day, you may summon me for one turn of battle without expending an action and i will appear as a shimmering blue specter to protect you from harm.

that's all!! see you next time!! as usual, if anyone has questions of their own, or wants to yell at me for hurting their feelings, shoot me an ask, a comment, or anything at all! see ya!! ily!!

[some-pers0n]

Watching the last four episodes of the demon show against my better judgement. Gonna be an annoying live-blog post full of rambling.

Okay so maybe a quarter/halfway through the fifth episode (when they introduce Lucifer) and so far? Eh. I think it's an interesting direction to take Lucifer's character. I'm not against making Lucifer a sympathetic role, especially since the story is taking a more "Lucifer was cast out of heaven for not complying with heaven's rules and morals" path, but it feels a little...odd. I look at this guy and don't think of him as any different than the overlords. It reminds me of Bee in a way, where it feels like they should be more, well, grand? I need a moment to think more about him though.

I also think it's kinda really awkward to introduce the concept of Alastor being a father-figure to Charlie considering they have had maybe three conversations and none of them were even remotely close to lukewarm in attitude. It feels forced and unnatural. The show barely shows any of them really interact and form bonds and connections. The only ones who I feel have any sort of bond are Vaggie and Charlie, and Angel Dust and Husk. Alastor is just kinda this character who doesn't really do anything.

Again, the show feels like fanfic. It feels like the show expects us to already be familiar with these characters, their dynamic, and general role in the story. To an outsider, this beat of Alastor feeling like a father-figure to Charlie is extremely out of left field. Hell, for most people who are fans of the show it feels odd. The show is pretty much only made for people who are already familiarized with these characters. It doesn't spend time setting up relationships, since it assumes we already know how they interact.

Anyways, enough rambling. Lemme unpause it so they can finish their little song.

Okay I unpaused it for all of like three seconds but I need to complain a little again. I'm not a character designer or artist, nor do I really think that the character designs are they fun to talk about (other than them being extremely animator unfriendly), but Lucifer's wings should be a little more...detailed? They feel blank and boring. I think they should have more gold or something. Anyways back to show.

If I may, I also do think that the show generally introduces wayyyyy too many characters for its own good. I think it should've stuck with a smaller cast. Way smaller. Most of these overlords and new characters could've been cut and nothing would really change. It feels really bloated and, again, feels like fanfic. The show expects us to already know these characters and doesn't really introduce them or give proper time to, well, be characters.

Oh yay Alastor exposition.

I do with Alastor was actually allowed to be batshit crazy and blow up things. I think it would be better if we were shown why we should fear Alastor. Why Alastor is this big scary guy. See him kill people. See him slaughter and completely level buildings without breaking a sweat. So far? I don't really feel anything about him. He's not scary. He's nothing, really.

Oh I've seen this scene of Husk and Alastor before.

God I wish there were more scenes of this happening. Literally just more of this place. Even more scary though. More of this. Please and thank you. Actually makes him interesting to watch.

Okay the joke about "loan sharks" is actually cute and fun. I like that.

Oh my god is Alastor going to do something????

FUCKING FINALLY LETS GO!!!

NO FUCK OFF DADDY ISSUES PLOT LET ME SEE ALASTOR KILL

NOOOOOOOOO PLEASE I WANT TO SEE MORE

Mimzy bothering Alastor about him caring about the hotel makes me think of that one theory that Lilith is forcing Alastor to do this. There's clearly some higher power that is forcing Alastor to comply and help with this, as said with Husk just a couple minutes ago. Lilith has been missing for a couple years and now recently Alastor is back. They've gotta be linked in some way.

Okay Lucifer sing your song about how heaven is evil and how you love your daughter.

I've mentioned it before, but I think the reveal of heaven being evil was shown way too early for its own good. I think they should've withheld it for a while. Revealing that, no, heaven is corrupt and bad in the very first episode kills any sort of tension or concern. We already know that heaven is corrupt and bad. That they don't believe in redeeming sinners and they'll just kill them all cause it's a) fun and b) to control them. Perhaps in a later episode it should've been revealed in its entirety.

Okay considering how Lilith took away Charlie from Lucifer, which is framed as being a sad thing, I'm certain Lilith is now going to be a villainous character. At least antagonistic. This is a Vivziepop show we're talking about here. So what does that exactly mean?

That was a pretty cute song not gonna lie.

Heaven time!!

I was already spoiled about Vaggie being a fallen angel, but I do think that it's a pretty decent reveal. I think it'd be better if the show had more time to-- OH THIS IS THE EPISODE WITH CHERRI BOMB??

God Cherri is such an animator unfriendly design it hurts. Why does she have so many edges and dots.

Don't tell me this is when the Sir Pentious SA joke happens. Please.

God I still can't believe they made Saint Peter into a blue-eyed blonde hair white guy. Viv only knows how to design one type of male character.

Heaven looks pretty neat so far. Interesting to see it finally.

I wonder if they'll ever bring up how Molly is in heaven. Or Angel Dust's other family in general.

I'mma be real: I think the exterminator designs should've been kept as what they look like. They look cool as hell with their masks on.

Anyways, reveal time.

I wonder if Vaggie is the angel who that one girl a couple episodes ago said she killed. Or if she just took credit. Or if it's another angel.

Court time.

HELP THE DICTIONARY JOKE-- okay that one's pretty funny.

Again, I think heaven should be more pretentious and weary about swearing and generally acting "like a sinner". I get that Adam was the first sinner and his whole thing is that he's an old bigoted white dude, but I feel like heaven should at least react to him swearing. Be all like: "!! you can't say that!!" or just generally be really uptight about it. I dunno. I think it'd be cute and fun.

Aw Sir Pentious :] He's so sweet

But oohhh noo Angel :(

WHY DOES EVERYONE REACT TO CHARLIE SWEARING BUT NOT ADAM??? WHUH??? Okay, okay, playing devil's advocate here, but maybe Charlie is more judged because she's from hell and it's commentary on how angels and sinners aren't that different and yet the sinners are judged more...but like...c'mon man...

NIFTY HELP DHUAWHDI--

Sir Pentious sweetheart no..

Don't tell me this is where the Sir Pentious SA joke happens now. I love you Sir Pentious please.

FUCK NONONONONONONONONONO NO GET HIM OUT OF THERE NO FUCK NO LITERALLY WHY IS THERE A JOKE ABOUT THIS RIGHT AFTER THE WHOLE VAL STUFF-- HE'S LITERALLY RIGHT HERE AND THEY'RE TALKING ABOUT ANGEL'S TRAUMA RIGHT AFTER A SA JOKE?????

Jesus that slap drew blood

?? Whuh? They don't even know what constitutes a sinner and a angel? ...okay devil's advocate again, but maybe it's still with the commentary about the church and whatnot.

I do like the idea of heaven not being aware of the exterminations though. Again, theme of the church hurting those who they deem to be sinners (aka addicts, queer people, or just generally anybody who isn't a straight, white guy with zero mental illness).

Okay final two episodes time.

Aw Sir Pentious :]

Alright Alastor go get your queer-platonic partner and go and sort this all out

Okay honestly? If this whole scene came before the dad Alastor thingy, I could believe it. A one-on-one conversation with Charlie and Alastor with him looking out for her.

Okay so it's been cleared up, Carmilla did kill an angel. Probably with her blessed weapons considering how angel weapons seem to hurt each other (as shown with Vaggie)

Sir Pentious and his goons are the only characters I care about

Ayyy Alastor's queer-platonic-partner

Aw that's a cute ace reference. Ace in the hole. Adorable

I do like Rosie. She's kinda neat

I do wonder what the logistics are behind Vaggie being latina if she's seemingly heavenborn. Maybe she's not and human souls can become exterminators. Though, Adam did say he named her, which sounds like she's heavenborn.

The cannibal town is funny. I like Susan. Ol' prick

Die girlies are fighting

Yep angelic weapons kill angels

Ooh I like this song

Oh this is cute, Carmilla is teaching Vaggie how to be a better fighter. I always like this cute. Adorable actually

C'mon Charlie tell the old queer about your relationship problems.

Rosie is so sweet and fun I love her

Hey okay why is this conversation actually not that bad? I like this interaction quite a bit. Rosie is really sweet and charming and lovely and she does tell Charlie to love and trust Vaggie in a way that's not really forced. I like it.

God dammnit I like a friendship in the demon show (Rosie and Alastor)

I like the idea that all of these cannibals dress like they're from the prohibition era.

I also like the idea that this one cannibal town is capable of taking down the exterminators.

Aww the girlies :)

I actually like this episode quite a bit. There's no glaring flaws or anything. It's a fun and cute episode that sets up the climax. Probably my favourite episode of the series thus far

Final episode lets go

Alright Vox what do you want now?

SIR PENTIOUS THE SILLY!!

Angel sobering up a bit is pretty nice though. The show does get a bit better. Those first couple of episodes are pretty rough.

God finally they kissed

Hi angels

Aw I like all of their battle attire

Alastor please be cool and do something menacing and fun

I do like this final battel thus far. Seems pretty earned. This later half is a lot better paced than the first half. Feels nicer.

vox what

You can definitely see the inspiration from that one villain from The Princess and the Frog here in this fight between them.

I THOUGHT HE CALLED HER "FAGATHA" HELPPPPP

?? Does Angel's arms just grow out of him at will?

I'm personally not really vibing with Cherri/Pentious, but eh it's fine it's meh

Fake-out death calling it now

Oh FINALLY Charlie is turning into a demon mode

???? HELP THAT SCREECH WAS SUCH LOW QUALITY IT WAS PEAKING THE MIC HELDWHAUIDHWUIAHUI--

Final confrontation between Vaggie and Lute lets go

Was that a snout on Charlie I saw?

I saw people complaining about their blood being "piss coloured" on Twitter, but honestly golden blood goes so hard. I love ichor so much. It's always so cool

Okay sparing somebody so they have to live with knowing that you gave them mercy goes hard

Oh hey, deus-ex-lucifer

I think Adam still would've been cooler if that WAS his face and not just a mask. Also if Adam wasn't a generic white guy. He needs curly hair

OH SHUT UP-- okay, fine, mercy. Mercy is fine. Mercy is the entire show's point. Redemption and not killing a person. I think it should've been better paced though.

Don't tell me Nifty killed him-- oh for fuck's sake. I hate this trope of the comedic relief character killing the bad guy. It's not funny and it feels underserved

Boo hoo song about how Sir Pentious is totally dead. He's not. He's still alive, I know it

So the V's are obviously going to be the main villains next season

Hey Alastor

I still don't think Sir Pentious is dead. You can't convince me show. He's alive

I KNEW IT!! HE'S REDEEMED TOO??? WAS THAT THE FAMILY GUY DEAD POSE??

Oh is this Lilith?

Yeah it's Lilith.

Alright, thoughts:

I think it's a decent show all around. Would I casually recommend it to people? Absolutely not. I still believe the biggest flaw is how the show is based around you already knowing these characters and the context around everything. It makes it extremely unappealing towards casual viewers and only really makes it watchable to people who've already seen the pilot, Helluva Boss, and know a bit about Vivziepop lore.

The writing is hit-or-miss. Pacing and mood whiplash is certainly an issue. I think the show has a general lack of focus in the first couple of episodes especially, though it does pick itself up a lot by episode six once it focuses on the heaven VS hell plot.

I find most of the characters to be stale and iffy. Alastor I think suffers the most since he's obviously this character you're supposed to like and find just as cool as Viv does, but he isn't really doing it for me. He feels forced and unnatural.

Despite Viv claiming it to be a female-lead show, I still feel like it spends infinitely more time giving more depth and character to the male cast than it does with the female ones. The male cast gets more complicated stories than Charlie and Vaggie, which kinda sucks.

Overall? Not bad. I wish the season had twelve episodes instead so it could be better paced, but ah well.

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[Gakuen K] Totsuka Tatara Route Translation

Cherry blossom vieving

LIST OF CHAPTERS

[Translation under the cut]

Saya: (Yesterday was a hard day. I can't believe that Totsuka-senpai was head-butted by the sheep...)

Saya: (Is senpai okay, I wonder)

Kamamoto: Hey, got a minute?

Saya: Umh. What's wrong, Kamamoto-kun?

Kamamoto: At the enterance. Totsuka-san is calling for you.

Saya: Senpai?...

Kamamoto: Totsuka-san, I've called her.

Totsuka: Thank you, Kamamoto. Hello, Konohana-san.

Saya: Hi. How is you condition, senpai?

Totsuka: Thanks to you, I am full of life. Here, the bath towel I borrowed. I washed it, so I'm returning it.

Saya: Thank you. Sorry for all the trouble.

Totsuka: Un-uh. I'm the one who should thank you. But that's not the only thing I have to do.

Kamamoto: Condition...This towel..Um...What’s kind of relationship between you two?

Saya: What do you mean?

Kamamoto: Is this...Hey, Totsuka-san?

Totsuka: Haha. I'm sorry I gave you the wrong idea, but we don't have a special relationship.

Totsuka: Yesterday the sheep bumped into me. So in order to stop the blood she lend me a towel.

Kamamoto: Sheep? Did you go to a ranch?

Totsuka: No, we bumped into each other at school. Well, to be exact, I got head-butted with a thump.

Kamamoto: Are you serious?!! At school?? Head butted!?

Kamamoto: Ah, could it be... what Yata-san was talking about yesterday?

Totsuka: Kamamoto...You're too loud..She might be scared.

Kamamoto: Hehe...Sorry.

Saya: Yata-san was around there too?

Kamamoto: Anyway, yesterday evening he saw Anna-sensei riding a goat or something like that.

Saya: A goat? Not sheep?

Totsuka: Maybe he mistook it for something else because it's white?

Saya: Ah, I see!

Saya: Anna-sensei was managed to catch it somehow.

Totsuka: Kusanagi-san must have been very disappointed. Maybe we should ask him about that later.

Totsuka: Kamamoto, where's Yata?

Kamamoto: Yata-san on a garbage duty today. I'm sure he'll be back soon.

Totsuka: Well, tell him to come to the school enterence later. You and Kamamoto should come too, of course.

Saya: Okay. But, what about club activity? Don't we need to show up in the clubroom?

Totsuka: It's fine, it's fine. Because this is going to be today's place of activity.

Saya: (Place of activity...?)

Saya: Place of activity...I wonder if it's here.

Kusanagi: Newbie-chan, this way!

Saya: Kusanagi-san.

Kusanagi: So you were able to come here alone this time? That's great.

Saya: Yeah, I'm glad to made it here safely.

Saya: I heard from Totsuka-san earlier that there's a club activity here today, is it true?

Kusanagi: That's right. You need to go outside to get some fresh air and exercise once in a while. As for Mikoto...

Mikoto: Zzzzz...

Kusanigi: He's sleeping peacefully on the lawn as you can see...

Saya: The weather is really nice today.

Saya: The sky is blue and the cherryblossom looks beautiful.

Kusanigi: Exactly. It's a perfect day for Hanami (cherry blossom festival), isn't it? In other words, today's club activity is cherry blossom viewing.

Saya: Activity is cherry blossom viewing? It's unusual....

Kusanigi: What, you don't like it?

Saya: No, quite the opposite! I'm really looking forward to it!

Yata: Kusanagi-san, sorry for being late!

Kusanigi: I don't care. The secretary hasn't come yet.

Saya: Secretary?

Totsuka: Everyone, sorry to keep you waiting~!

Saya: Senpai. That's a big package.

Totsuka: Un-huh. I was thinking of feeding everyone, so I made a lot of food.

Totsuka: I was a little excited about Hanami last night.

Yata: No-no, you were way too hyped about it.

Totsuka: Eh, I don't think it's that much. We have a new member, is it not enough?

Kusanigi: Well, as far as we have Kamamoto around, I'm sure he'll take good care of it, so that's fine...

Kusanigi: Totsuka, you've found another outstanding hobby again, haven't you?

Totsuka: Making Dango (Japanese dumplings) is fun. It's like playing with clay. You should try it too, Kusanagi-san.

Kusanigi: Pa-a-ass. I'll just specialize in eating them.

Totsuka: Is that so? Very bad. Well, may be I should try to persuade that girl then?

Saya: Me?

Totsuka: Yeah. Are you interesting in making dumplings?

Saya: Dumplings?

Totsuka: Yeah. Even if it's called a dumpling there are various types. Today I brought Hanami dango. And then there're also...

Totsuka: Kibi dango, Morokoshi dango, Sasa dango, Mitarashi dango. And this is only half that came to my mind.

Totsuka: Its traditional culture originates from ancient times and has been inherieted to nowadays. When you think about it, there's something deep about Dango, right?

Saya: Um...Right...

Totsuka: You got it? It would not be an exaggeration to say that dango goes down the same path as the tea ceremony, kendo, judo and so on.

Kusanagi: Quit exaggerating, you idiot. Don't say random stuff. You too, don't take him seriously.

Saya: O-okay.

Totsuka: Haha. Kusanagi-san, you're no fuuun.

Yata: Totsuka-san! Can I have that dango?  

Totsuka: Un-huh. Of course. Eat as much as you want.

Kamamoto: All right! I'm gonna eat my fill!

Totsuka: Uhm. I've got plenty of seconds. You too, don't hold back. Eat a lot, okay?

Saya: Okay!

Saya: Oh...Delicious!

Totsuka: Really? What a relief.

Saya: Totsuka-senpai, is making dango your hobby?

Totsuka: Hmm...For now, yes,  I think.

Saya: For now?

Totsuka: I'm a so-called "multi-hobbyist". Now it's this, next time it's that. I'm into all sorts of things...

Totsuka: Making dango is one of them. Suddenly I just somehow got hooked on it.

Saya: Somehow I can't belive it turned out this good so far. You're very skilful, senpai.

Totsuka: Haha. Thanks.

Kusanigi: Totsuka is skilful with his hands.

Saya: Ah, Kusanagi-san, there's something I wanted to ask you.

Kusanigi: You can ask me anything.

Saya: I heard Anna-sensei caught that sheep yesterday, is it true?

Kusanigi: It's not like that. I almost cornered it, planning to burn, but Anna-chan-sensei conveiced me not to. I couldn't get my hands on the precious mutton.

Totsuka: Aside from Kusanagi-san, it's unusual that even King has given up.

Kusanigi: I mean, our opponent is Anna-chan-sensei, right? No matter what you do, you can't win.

Saya:  What Anna-sensei did with the sheep, I wonder.

Anna: ...I returned it to the village.

Saya: Anna-sensei.

Anna: Back to where it should be. After patting it head, I sent it home.

Kusanigi: You should have just eaten it.

Anna: Izumo.

Kusanigi: I-I'm just kidding. Don't take it serious.

Anna: ...Even though you were chasing it so seriously. Tatara, do you have a red dango?

Totsuka: I have. Special Kimuchi dango! Here, enjoy it with tea.

Anna: Thank you. ...Oh, what a lovely weather.

Anna: ...

Saya: Anna-sensei, what's wrong?

Anna: Welcome to the Red сlub.

Saya: Eh?

Totsuka: Oh, it's a little late to say this.

Anna: I knew you had joined the club, but I couldn't say it to you in person.

Anna: I'm not usually come to the clubroom, so let me know if you'll need anything.

Saya:  Okay! Thank you very much!

Totsuka: Don't worry, sensei. If something happen, I'll take care about it.

Anna: Tatara is dependable but I can’t rely on him.

Totsuka:  Eeeeh, how’s that?

Anna: I trust you. But you also make me worry.

Anna: From now on I'm looking forward to working with you. And with you as well, Tatara.

Saya: Y-yes! Please treat me well!

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