#but i recognize this only makes sense to me lmao

[seventh-district]

sometimes it’s late at night and you’re cleaning your room and you come across a few old black and white photos of a young girl and you stare at them for a long minute wondering how on earth they got lost in an old Kroger shopping bag with an unopened pack of cigarettes and a receipt dated 2017.

and you look at the girl in the pictures sat on the floor of someone’s home you don’t recognize, smiling and playing with a set of keys and a tiny part of you feels like it recognizes her but you aren’t sure.

and you flip the pictures over hoping to find some sort of annotation that would give you context and all you find is the year 1964 stamped in tiny font along the edge.

and you flip them back over and time stands still as you realize that the recognition you feel is because she looks so much like you once did and next thing you know your hands are sweating and shaking and you have to sit on the floor because you’re crying so hard because it hits you all at once that you’re looking at your mother.

[valentronic]

was very enamored by the warden’s character, so i wanted to put my own spin on his design :]! thought it’d be neat if the metal on his face was more integrated, instead of just being a mask, and somehow that idea evolved into robot claws cause everyone loves robot claws amiright

[doodlinge]

klavier’s perspective of klapollo is the song supermassive black hole by muse and apollo’s perspective of klapollo (especially first meeting him) is cooler than me by mike posner

thank u for coming to my ted talk!

[andhumanslovedstories]

An intro to doing crosswords for complete beginners

as told by someone who didn’t do any before this year and now has gotten so deeply into them

with examples pulled almost entirely from crosswords published in American publications this week

A crossword is not a measure of general knowledge or intelligence or skill with words anymore than a Mario game is a measure of how good you are at plumbing. It certainly helps to have the same cultural reference points as the puzzle, but you can brute force your way through a lot of it if you just know how crosswords work

Easiest on Mondays and then get harder over the week

The answer is in the same verb tense as the clue (ex. “doesn’t float” is “SINKS” while “didn’t float” is “SANK”)

If there’s an acronym or abbreviation in the clue, the answer will have one as well (ex. “Toothpaste-approving org.” is “ADA” because that the short way of referring to the American Dental Association)

If the answer is in written like a text from a teen girl with her first flip phone, the answer will be a common texting abbreviation (TMI, OMG, LOL, LMAO, BRB, TTYL, etc) (ex. three letter word with clue “i can’t believe u told me that” is “TMI”)

If the clue is in quotes, it’s dialogue and the response should also be dialogue (ex. the clue “‘That’s it for me!’” is “IQUIT”)

An answer can be multiple words, (see above) so some correct answers can make you second guess yourself because it creates letter combos that seem impossible to be in one English (mostly) word or mess you up bc it’s ambiguous where one word ends and another begins (ex. you have the letters “OWFO” and the answer ends up being “PILLOWFORT” or “UDAT” being “BERMUDATRIANGLE”)

Treat clues with a question mark like they’re going to be puns that make you groan so think about other meanings of the words in the clue (ex. “Volumes you can hear?” is “AUDIOBOOKS” or “Not fancy at all?” is “HATE” or “Remained under cover?” is “SLEPTIN”)

Clues that add hedging language line “they could be called…” or one might use this as…” are telling you to think very laterally. These are the ones that make you a little mad when you get them (ex. “They might be said to be dancing or raging” is “FLAMES” or “They admit they might be punched” is “TICKETS”)

The word “maybe” usually indicates the answer will be an example of the clue, not a synonym (ex. “Pet, maybe” is “CAT”)

If a person is in the clue and a person is the answer, the answer will be from the same part of name as the clue (ex. Trevor Noah replaced John Stewart on the Daily Show. So the clue “Stewart’s successor on the Daily Show” is “NOAH” while “John’s successor on the Daily Show” would be “TREVOR”

No word in the clue will be featured in the answer (ex. “What Beyoncé Knowles goes by” could be “ONENAME” but could never be “BEYONCÉ”)

A answer can be a phonetic spelling of a letter (ex. “Epic finale?” is “CEE”)

Not every clue is going to be tricky and clever, don’t rule out an obvious choice just because it’s obvious (ex. “Do ___ disturb” is “NOT”)

Roman numerals pop up a lot but typically only in clues where a Roman numeral makes sense, so “finale of a play?” could be “ACTII” but “Number of Stooges” is not going to be “III”

There’s a ton of really common clues. If you do enough crossword puzzles you recognize them. (ex. Literally almost anything about oil is going to be OPEC, any variations on “things on a smartphone that someone can download and use” is going to be “APPS”, and anything about a european capital city is probably “OSLO”)

If a clue can be about a cookie, the answer is almost certainly “OREO”

[natalicss]

Like We Were In Paris

kwon ji-yong x american pop star!reader

part two

summary: you and ji-yong have been dating for a couple years, keeping it under the radar the entire time. you’re both invited to the gala de pièces juanes 2025, and it’s the first time you get to see him perform live

warnings: not proofread at all, celeb!reader, implied age gap (reader is like…mid twenties?), whole lot of fluff, basically ji-yong being a simp, taeyang & rosé being captains of the ship, use of y/n, i don’t use tumblr so bare with me while i figure this out. i tried to keep descriptions of the readers outfit vague so you could imagine it to your liking!

word count: 4.1K

nat’s notes: hey y’all! i was convinced into writing a g-dragon fic (by like 3 people). i’m kinda obsessed with this. i had so many ideas while writing it & so im kind of tempted to write more of these two, but i don’t know!! this is my first like… irl person x reader (ive only written one other fic on here lmao) & i am new to g-dragon, bigbang, all that so i kept it pretty current. to me these two are very dancing with our hands tied by taylor swift coded (or just reputation coded), i cant explain why it just makes sense. the divider right below is from enchanthings here on tumblr, and the other one later on….idk its for my wattpad LMAO. anyways i hope you enjoy, and im sorry in advance if you hate it. toodles!

You still remember the first time you met Ji-yong.

You were in need of some inspiration. Working on your fourth album, the intense gaze of your record label, your management, your fans, and your musically gifted peers was crushing you. It seemed to do more harm than good. For weeks, you stared at notebooks and computers and instruments. Your manager tried to get you with various song writers. Nothing worked. So, after some persuasion from your best friend (who knew you better than anyone, having been your best friend since you were kids), you decided to do a vacation. Just you and some required security (per compromise with your team). You decided to go to Seoul, having loved it in the few times you’ve passed through on a tour. The fans there were great; always warm and welcoming and always one of your loudest shows. The culture was breathtaking. It felt like the perfect opportunity.

Your team had found a studio for you to work in. You were only there for a few weeks, but they wanted some hope that you’d come back to America with something. It was week two when you met him. You were walking towards your studio, he was walking out of his. The two of you made eye contact, and you were instantly swarmed with warmth. You didn’t believe in love at first sight (neither did he, to be fair), but you started to question it as you walked past him.

From then on, each of you seemed nosy about the other. He asked his friends who the girl was in the other studio. “Oh! The American! That’s Y/N,” He recognized your name, and now your face. He hadn’t seen you outside of a red carpet or a concert venue photo, so he didn’t recognize you with little-to-no makeup and comfortable clothes. But once it clicked, it clicked. You had asked someone working at the studio about him. They mentioned his name, Kwon Ji-Yong, and you googled him that night in your rental house.

You knew about G-Dragon, the impact he had on K-Pop and the music industry. You had heard a song here and there, but you had never seen him. Not til that day in the studio.

It was a few days until you saw him again. Your schedules just missing each other. Then, one day, your producer was running freakishly late to your meeting time, and Ji-yong was walking out of his own studio. You stood there, more like paced there, tapping wildly on your phone trying to get in contact with your producer, whispering to yourself in frustration.

Ji-yong had the courage to speak up, say hello, and the rest is history. Stories for another time, maybe. 

Your friendship eventually blossomed into a relationship, defying all cliches of long distance and the terrors that often comes with it. It helped that he was on hiatus and you had became a professional of staying out of the public eye. You both wanted to keep what you had to yourself. Your teams did, too, but they got less strict as two months eventually became two years. It was on your terms now, when you'd let everyone know about your status, but neither of you had felt ready to let the world in on something so…yours. So peaceful, so effortless, so pure. It was easy, the two of you traveling between South Korea and America to spend time together, or going on vacations together, or just taking quiet retreats into each others homes. 

Nobody ever thought of it, either. There was no reason to. Unless they’d been in the studio that day, the media had no way to expect any crossover of America’s Princess and the King of K-Pop. The media would rather gossip about you in relationships with the usual Hollywood celebrities, some of whom were just friends, some you’d never met. Neither of you mind rumors, it kept the media out of your relationship and sometimes they were hilariously ridiculous. So, you let the press talk their talk. You and Ji-yong kept to yourselves, careful on your information you’d share with friends (it was easy for things to be leaked, these days).

When Ji-yong told you he was officially making his comeback to the industry, you were ecstatic for him. You knew how much he loved making music and performing. You also knew, though he’d never admit it, sometimes when he’d sneak to join you on tour, he got a bit jealous watching you sing and dance on stage. He’d watched you collab with numerous artists, tasting just about every genre you could before eventually finding your new sound. It made him sad, some nights, missing that glow you often had instead. But most nights? Most nights he was beaming from behind the stage, watching you do what you loved most. Most people sink in this world, but you? You swam, no, you effortlessly floated in the sea of fame. And it was obvious to anyone around you. Part of what he loved most about you was your creative drive, something he shared. It inspired him, more than you’d ever know. 

Ji-yong's comeback had been more than successful, as expected. Throughout your relationship, the two of you had fumbled with varying songs and styles for each other. Oftentimes more playful than not. You guys fueled each other in the best ways. You released your newest album in 2024, and you were about to start your world tour in the early months of 2025. Ji-yong would follow suit, his first solo album in years coming out soon and then starting his own tour. 

Both of you were wracked with nerves, spending days in rehearsals, wardrobe tests, photo shoots, traveling all over for various projects. It had been weeks since you’d seen each other. After the holidays you were swimming in press for your new tour. He had been equally busy, filming his show, performing at various shows. You both loved it. You loved your jobs and you loved each others jobs. But even you two would struggle on the days where it’d been long, exhausting, and mentally draining; wanting nothing more than each other’s warmth.

The Gala des Pièces Jaunes, a show that helps collect donations for charity in Paris, had invited both of you to perform, along with other various stars. Little did they know, they had invited the world's most popular secret couple. You had been ecstatic. Not only did you love the message the event had, but you loved the idea of sharing the stage with so many extremely talented artists. Including, your boyfriend. 

The night before the show, you had inconspicuously snuck your way towards Ji-yong’s room. You had wanted to get a hotel room together, but knew that you had to be careful with the amount of eyes on both of you this weekend. Still, that didn’t stop you from wondering around until you ended up at his door. With your special knock– each knock a syllable in your names –you waited patiently for him to open up the door to you. His eyes were sparkly, even in the shitty lighting. They always seemed to do that with you. 

“Finally,” He breathed, pulling you into the room quickly. You giggled as he used your body to shut the door, his arms around you tightly. You had seen each other, earlier in the day during rehearsals. Pretending like it was your first time meeting him and Taeyang was hell. Pretending you didn’t know their names, pretending Ji-yong didn’t pick out your outfit on FaceTime, and pretending you didn’t want to latch on to him and never let go. 

The only people who knew about you two were Young-bae, of course. He and Daesung had known about you for a while now, teasing their friend and bandmate for not telling them right away. The other person was Rosé, who’d been your friend for years and one of your closest friends in the celebrity world, both of you having blown up in popularity around the same time. Both of them seemed equally amused, watching you and Ji-yong try to act nonchalant around the other. Young-bae chuckling as Ji-yong watched your rehearsals in a stunned silence. He knew every song of yours by heart (even the ones from before he met you), and even when trying to act like he didn’t he could feel himself mouthing the words as he watched you and your dancers on the stage. Rosé would wink at you when she’d walk past you, and everytime you almost missed it cause you were too busy watching Ji-yong talking with his team.

But now, the two of you didn’t have to act. You couldn’t stop laughing in awe, Ji-yong smothering your face in feather-light kisses. You held on to him, your face turning pink as he continued his full-blown kiss attack. “I missed you, jagiya, so much.” He muttered against your skin. Finally, he pulled back to look over your face, pressing another kiss to your lips. You melted into his arms, your mind momentarily fuzzy. There was nothing else but him. His hands on your waist, his shirt clutched in your hands, his scent that had became your favorite. Him. Him. Him. It was always him. 

“I missed you more,” You whispered, running your fingers through his minty-colored hair. He closed his eyes softly, as if soaking in your touch. Your heart swelled, as it always seemed to do with him. You had never felt this way, not in any of your previous relationships. You had been positive for a while now, Ji-yong was it for you. “Are you excited?” You asked him, tilting your head in curiosity.

He slowly opened his eyes, meeting your soft expression. He loved how you looked at him. It was something you couldn’t hide, not even at rehearsals. He sighed, pulling you by your hand further into the hotel room. “Yes. Nervous, too.” He added. You nod in understanding, he had only performed a few times since the comeback. He loved it after, always, but the nerves had been hard to shake off, even still.

“I’m excited to see you,” You beam, still keeping your fingers interlocked. You hadn’t seen him live, not yet. You had been back in America finishing up your album and starting a press tour at the time, but you always called him right before he went on to give him a final good luck, and you always snuck onto a live stream to watch. 

He rolled his eyes shyly, leaning his head into your neck. “Young-bae is going to make so much fun of me.”

“Why?”

“Cause I’m more nervous for you to see my performance than I was at MAMA.” 

You laughed at that, bringing his face into your hands and looking at him. “You’re going to be amazing. More than amazing. You’re going to be perfect.” You reassure him, leaning in to kiss his lips softly. “And I am not afraid to bully Young-bae,” He laughed at this, throwing his head back slightly. He knew it was true, your friendship with Taeyang almost too sibling-like, to the point you two teased each other about everything. 

“Are you nervous at all?” He asks you, looking over your expression, as if he’s trying to find your answer in your gaze. He did this a lot, knowing you for so long he began to pick up on things, even before you did.

“I am, but only a little,” You decide finally. It was a short set, only a few songs to perform. You had picked your most popular hits and your newest single for the setlist. And your outfit was your favorite part, matching your dancers whilst still making sure you stood out and felt confident. “Oh! I have to tell you about this thing I saw.” You pulled out of his arms, suddenly distracted by something you wanted to tell him about when you were in your room. 

Ji-yong watched you quietly. His eyes filled with a lightness and admiration. He listened to you talk as you grabbed a water, waving your arms wildly to dramatize the story. He smiled, leaning against the couch in his room as he thought about how much he loved you. He loved everything about you. From the way you talked about your passions to the way you scrunched your face when you ate something you didn’t like. He loved the way you danced in the car when your favorite song came on. He loved the way you loved the people around you. He loved the way you waltzed into his heart like it was your home, and wrapped your arms around him like you were his home. You are his home, he’s sure of that. Even now, as you ramble into near nonsense about something he has no understanding of. He still watched you like you had been the most beautiful work of art he’d discovered. He was certain that was true.

Le Gala des Pièces was in full swing. Everything was going well, perfect, all of it. And you were backstage, getting your makeup touched up as you saw someone walk past your open door. You recognized him instantly, you always did. And part of you couldn’t let him go on stage without a final goodbye.  “I’ll be right back!” You pushed yourself out of your chair, rushing after him. You could see him walking through the hall, too busy with his own thoughts to notice you coming to grab his wrist.

Ji-yong felt your touch, his head moving so fast he swore he heard a crack. His eyes met yours instantly, then looked you over in surprise. He hadn’t seen your outfit yet. It complimented his, something he wasn’t sure if you had done on purpose or not. A black and red outfit, the red the exact same shade as his tie. As he looked you over, you could see the different emotions flicker on his face. Admiration, lust, maybe hunger, and love. He looked up at your face again, smiling, “Hi, Y/N,” His name feels unfamiliar on his tongue, now. Over the years, nicknames had become your normal. Another thing to add to the list of things you hated about pretending you didn’t know him.

Your mouth hung open for a moment as you looked at him. You hadn’t been sure if you’d see him before he went on, so you hadn’t exactly planned your choice of words. “I wanted to wish you luck,” You stuttered out, suddenly aware of how many eyes could be on the two of you.

Ji-yong’s eyes were laced with amusement, seeing your cheeks turned pink. “I have to grab something to drink, come with me?” He asked, playing it as cool and casual as humanly possible. You itched to reach for his hand, but kept to yourself as you followed him. 

As soon as you were in a dark corner, away from prying eyes, he was on you. The two of you pressed your lips together like perfect puzzle pieces. Your hands roamed his chest as his roamed your waist. You hummed happily, wishing this moment with him would never end. Adrenaline, nerves, excitement all were running high. From the show, from being around each other, from sneaking around. You felt his hands squeeze your hips, the two of you forcing yourselves to pull away. You smiled up at him, almost dizzy from him simply being in front of you. “Good luck,” You beamed.

“Is that how you wish everybody good luck?” He asks playfully. You rolled your eyes, smacking his chest as you adjusted yourselves. “I’ll see you as soon as I’m done,” He leans to kiss you again, “I love you,”

“I love you more,” You winked as he sauntered off towards where his team was waiting for him. You stayed back a moment, blushing wildly and hopping in place happily before rushing back to your own people.

You watched from backstage, wrapping yourself in a black robe to hide yourself as much as you could from the crew around you. You had passed Taeyang, who gave you a subtle handshake as he passed by for his cue. You watched in awe, seeing Ji-yong, no, G-Dragon on that stage. Seeing him do it all in person…it was ethereal. The way he moved through the stage and carried himself with this aura. He was almost mesmerizing, distracting you from the chaos backstage and your own nerves. It didn’t shock you, you’d known forever how talented he was. You’d seen videos of him from before you met, you’d seen him work for hours upon hours in studios, and you’d seen him on set for his music videos. But this was different. This was really him. This was what he was born to do, if destiny and fate were real. This was exactly that.

“Hey, pretty,” You turned your head to Rosé, Rosie, who only smiled knowingly. She linked her arm with yours, leaning into you. “You happy?”

“Happiest,” You answered, “He’s so good.”

“He is.” Rosie agreed. She giggled at your face. The two of you had met years ago, you had blown up in the music scene shortly after Blackpink. The two of you crossed paths at an event, not knowing anyone else there, and you two stuck by each others sides much like you were now. You two had been closest friends. When you told her about your first date with Ji-yong, she was ecstatic. She knew Ji-yong, and she knew that he’d be good to you. She wanted you to be happy, and that's what you were. Always when it came to Ji-yong, you were the happiest person she'd seen.

You watched the rest of his set. You smiled giddily as he and Taeyang performed together. You bit your thumb nail as you watched him move around the stage in the second outfit with the sparkling black jacket. Rosie nudging you every time she noticed you blush. 

When he was off the stage, he had found you waiting for him amidst the crowd of people. He smiled happily, reaching you without much thought about anyone else. His arms swooped you in, hugging you tightly. You laughed, hugging him back. “That was amazing!” You beamed. For a moment, the two of you forgot where you were. Forgetting the curious eyes who thought you barely knew each other. When your senses kicked in, he was quick to put you back at a friendly distance. Your gaze moved to Taeyang, “You guys are phenomenal!” You hugged Young-bae too, hoping that if you acted friendly with everyone it wouldn’t cause more suspicion. “Thank you,” Ji-yong muttered, suddenly shy again. He bowed quickly at you, trying to play it off. In moments, you were hearing your name called, and his own team was surrounding him. You smiled warmly, disappearing in the crowd of crew and stars. 

Ji-yong wanted to keep close to you. He wanted to wrap you up in his arms until the very moment you were on stage, but that was impossible. You were back in your greenroom, getting makeup and hair touched up, and then you were taking photos with crew members and doing more vocal warm ups. You were being whisked around every which way. He and Young-bae were staying close together, feeling the most comfortable with each other as they simply watched the show continue.

Young-bae was smiling to himself. He had been so happy for Ji-yong when he introduced you to him and Daesung. It was blatantly obvious to see how happy you made him. You made Ji-yong smile at every moment, you'd giggle at his jokes (even if Young-bae didn't think they were that funny), you would help him if you noticed his hesitation. You encouraged him. You built him up. You even started secretly learning Korean, calling Young-bae for help every now and again. The next time you visited Ji-yong, you had managed to say your first sentence in Korean, and it was actually good. You were this ray of sunshine. Anyone who knew the two of you knew that. He was honored to be in on your guys’s little secret. Otherwise, he’d feel cheated out of watching two people he cared about falling in love. 

Unfortunately, Ji-yong didn’t get a chance to see you before you were whisked away under the stage to make your entrance. Still, he watched quietly from backstage. He clasped his hands together, watching the crowd scream with anticipation as your intro started. Fog began to cover the stage, the lights flashing every which way with the music. Your dancers surrounded the area you’d rise from. Once you did, you immediately went into the first song, dancing on every note. The crowd was wild. Ji-yong smiled proudly. On stage you were someone else entirely. You were confident, you moved with ease and exact precision. Your body moved with your dancers, most you’ve known for years. Their hands grazing your hips as you all moved together in sync. Ji-yong never got jealous, knowing how these things worked. He was no stranger to any of it. 

He’d seen you perform, maybe a hundred times now, and yet it never got old. As the song transitioned to another popular track, the crowd somehow getting even louder, he thought about how you might’ve looked earlier. Standing in the same spot, only a short time ago. He could only assume you looked much like he did now. Body swaying to the familiar music, mouthing the words, eyes sparkling at him like he had hung the moon and the stars only for you. He wasn’t sure what he did to get so lucky.

He clapped as the crowd did. You were at the far end of the stage now, dancing with another male dancer to the third song. The song had been written for him, though not many people knew that other than you and him. A romantically charged song. It was one of his favorites. He remembered the day you showed it to him, all shy and quiet, which was unusual for you. You had told him you had a song to show him, wanting to release it as a single in the future. When you played it, you only stared at his face while he stared at the computer screen. He considered marrying you right there. 

As you performed your fourth and final song, he found his way to where you’d end up off stage. He played with his sleeves, smiling shyly as people greeted him as they passed by. He wanted to see you. No, he needed to see you. 

And he did. You came off the stage, glistening from glitter and sweat. You hugged your dancers and thanked them, high-fiving other members of your crew. As your eyes met his, he could see them light up. But you stayed put, not wanting to make another scene. He winked at you, moving in the direction of your greenroom.

It took you a couple minutes to get your micpack off and head towards your dressing room to change. Once you did, you smiled wide at the man waiting inside. “We did it!” You beamed as you jumped at him. He caught you easily, swinging you loosely in his arms as you pressed your lips against his. It wasn’t rushed or adrenaline-filled like before. This was softer, still full of energy, but only relief, love, and pure joy. “We fucking nailed it, baby,” You said as you looked up at him. He swore he might die from the way you love him.

“You were beautiful,” He hummed, leaning into your hair. He hummed, squeezing you tighter. “I love you. So fucking much.”

You closed your eyes, taking in the moment as best as you could. There was no place on this planet you loved more than being in his embrace. You could be anywhere, at any time, anything could be happening, and all you’d want is him. That’s all you’d ever need, The lazy mornings in your LA home where you’d surprise him with breakfast in bed. The romantic nights in Seoul where he’d take you out to dinner at your favorite place. The bustling mornings when one of you had a meeting to get to. One of you having a mouth full of toast trying to run out the door, only to scramble back to give the other a kiss. Late nights in studios, falling asleep in random spots as you tried to come up with new lyrics and beats. Your favorites were the quiet nights, the two of you tangled in bed sheets as he stared at each other, talking about whatever came to mind as one of you played with the others hair, or traced shapes on bare skin. Gentle kisses passed back and forth. Life was perfect, and he was perfect. 

“I love you, Ji,” You whispered, kissing him again. He hummed into it, smiling. You looked him over appreciatively, fiddling with his outfit. “I need to change, wanna pick my outfit out for me?” You asked, raising a brow. His eyes flicked with mischief as he looked back at the rack of clothes you had. He looked back at you, pulling you back into him again.

[kozachenko]

And now we have the most recent finished piece that I felt like posting today, and it's of Sanae! I would like to form a brief apology to all the short haired Sanae enthusiasts out there because her hair being long just kinda worked better for the piece lol.

Artist's Notes;

I loved working on this piece so much, it's probably my favourite drawing that I posted recently and I feel pretty proud of it.

Usually my comfort zone for lighting scenarios is dark, high contrast scenes with a lot of contrast. Recognizing this, I decided to break out of that comfort zone with something a lot lighter. I did the same technique I did for the previous Marisa piece, just with brighter colours. One thing I do find kinda funny is the fact that both times I have drawn Sanae in a full finished piece, she's always frolicking or being happy lmao. IDK but this kind of vibe just fits her for some reason. I'm really proud of how the hair rendering turned out. Even though I did the same rendering for this as I did with the Marisa drawing, I like how they both have different looks. I had a bit of a hard time with the skirt though, and I do wish that I did some more rendering on the skirt's interior. I am really proud of the hands though, one of them is in a position I don't normally draw, and breaking down my own hand as a reference helped a lot. What I did was take a picture of my hand in the same position, break down the hand into different sections/layers, and then do a replication of it on the side where I would also use different layers for different parts of the hand i.e. making a separate layer for the fingers, a separate layer for the palm and thumb, etc. I do wish I could have made her thighs a bit thicker since they kinda look like sticks though. I also wish I could have done different levels of blurriness on the little water droplets to imply depth a lot better, but hey that's just something for me to keep in mind for the next piece.

Also, I wanted to try doing a reflection thingy here with the water, and to make it more interesting I angled the camera so it looks more dynamic. I'm also really, really proud of the clouds, as I tried rendering them differently this time compared to how I usually do it. I noticed that in clouds, the edges are always kinda tapering out and while their shapes can sometimes look very neat and clean, the silhouette of them is never perfectly even if that makes any sense.

This and the Marisa piece both ended up looking a lot like how I pictured them in my head, and I'm really happy with how my style is looking right now. After this I'm probably gonna go on another hiatus so I can keep drawing for me, and then only post when I feel like I'm ready to. It'll probably be around the time when Touhou 20 comes out, and mainly so I can yap about that game eventually.

[orimuraa]

Feel the bite between my jaw, so tasty - Park Sunghoon

꒰ 𝔖𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 ꒱┆sometimes, your boyfriend just can’t help his desires ⨾

۶ৎ vampire!sunghoon x fem!reader┆suggestive, fluff?┆kissing, petnames, mentions of blood, jealousy, one gross dude┆wc 595

⤷ 𝐲𝐞𝐣𝐢’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: ermm…first suggestive work ig…i hope its not weird lmao 😭 reblogs are appreciated >.<

꒰ঌ ℬℴℴ𝓀𝓈𝒽ℯ𝓁𝒻 ໒꒱

you weren’t sure what exactly was going on with sunghoon but you knew something was bugging him.

he was strangely silent this evening and he barely interacted with anyone. he just..kept staring out at nothing, a look in his eyes that your couldn’t recognize.

at first, you thought that maybe he was just very tired or that the wine from earlier was starting to get to him.

but as the evening went on, you noticed something else about sunghoon. his gaze was fixated on you and only you now and his eyes were crimson colored.

with one slight nod of his head, you knew exactly what he wanted. so, you start walking in the direction of your boyfriend finally connecting all the dots.

when you’re almost there, you’re stopped by someone.

“hey y/n! long time no see!” jihoon smiles, holding your arm a little too tightly for your liking.

“o-oh yeah..hi jihoon..” you mumble, trying to scoot away from the man as you were feeling very uncomfortable around him.

suddenly, jihoon’s grip tightens, making you wince a bit before taking a breath and looking for sunghoon.

unfortunately, you don’t spot your boyfriend and a sense of panic runs through your body.

before jihoon could get any closer, a hand yanks jihoon’s arm off of yours with ease.

you easily recognize the smell of the cologne and you have never been more happy and relieved to see sunghoon there.

his eyes have gotten even more dark since you saw them and he has a look of fury in his eyes.

“god, some humans really need a lesson on when someone’s uncomfortable,” he snarls, glaring at jihoon before grabbing your hand and leading you out of the room.

you stay silent as sunghoon leads you to the balcony outside for some fresh air.

“i’m sorry-”

“thank you-”

you both accidentally interrupt each other and he motions for you to go first.

“thank you hoonie, i was trynna get to you and i swear, he just stopped me and i-”

sunghoon quickly shuts you up with a kiss, leaning in and gently placing his hand on the small of your back.

“princess i don’t mind. all that matters is that i got to you in time and that you’re okay,” he smiles, kissing your forehead.

the full moon was peeking out of the clouds and the light perfectly illuminated sunghoon’s ethereal features.

something in the air changed as sunghoon’s eyes filled with want and desire.

you nod gently, already knowing what he wants before he’s on you.

his lips attack at your neck and you shiver at the small and delicate kisses he places on your neck and collarbone.

“oh princess you smell so good,” he sighs, kissing your neck once more before pulling away to look at you.

“can i?” he asks softly, a bit of hesitation in his voice. you smile and nod.

“just a little,” to which he hums in agreement.

sunghoon then gently wraps his hands around your waist again, kissing a certain spot on your neck before biting down.

at first, it hurts, his fangs piercing into your neck, but it soon starts to feel good.

“oh you’re blood is so sweet baby,” he hums from your neck but all you can do is just shudder.

when he pulls away, he licks the spot once before kissing it and straightening himself out.

he wipes the remaining blood from his lips and grins like an idiot.

sunghoon pulls you into an embrace before kissing your head again, whispering:

“i’ll love you forever and always.”

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[ouiouimochi]

pairing/s: sung jinwoo x reader

genre/s: romance if you squint, long-time friends, teeny bit suggestive

wc: 2.1k (whoops)

warning/s: no beta we die like beru, this MIGHT not make sense im sorry lmao, mentions of alcohol and swearing, some mature themes

note/s: got inspired by rui mizuki from tokyo debunkers

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synopsis: you invite jinwoo to catch up with him at your bar

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“Care for a drink?” You offered to the newly announced S-rank hunter— your dear friend since highschool. Your eyes observing any change in his expression, which you admit was a bit hard to distinguish now but it was still possible.

You see, last time you saw him, he was the timid little E-rank working hard to provide for his family. It surprised you at how much he changed since then when you invited him to your newly opened resto bar.

It was just you and him as you only planned to officially open a week later with your family and other friends.

Meanwhile, Jinwoo was deliberating in accepting your offer since the system made him immune to the effects alcohol — basically rendering the essence of drinking useless.

You tilt your head at his apprehensiveness, a small pout forming on your lips from your position in front of him, separated by the counter.

“Earth to Jinwoo, hellooo? I remember we always drank cheap beer together when we weren't as busy, don't tell me you can't handle liquor anymore?” You raised an eyebrow, resting your hands on your hips as you teased him.

He sweat dropped, “That's…” he paused before sighing and ultimately just taking your offer since he loses nothing from it anyways. Additionally, you'd find a reason to bug him about it anyways— at least you haven't changed in that regard.

You grinned, “Don't worry about a thing,” you turned to the shelves behind you before you looked at him from over your shoulder.

“I'll be making a drink that I developed myself~” and you got to work.

Jinwoo doesn't know if he should be worried or not, you were always one to experiment on food and beverages. He'd been the subject to said experiments which were always a hit or miss, no in-between.

But he watches on with keen interest at the way you move with purpose to create the drinks. Your hands perfectly maneuvering with practiced ease as you focus your attention on the task.

His shadows make a commotion as they observe their liege’s expression shifting into a more soft and relaxed one.

‘My liege looks at her differently than everyone else'

‘This must be who our liege prefers as his queen?’

‘He has yet to attach one of us to her shadows’

‘Perhaps this is our liege’s love—’

Jinwoo feels his shadows rumbling around for a reason unknown to him but then he realizes why a huge misunderstanding, he actually doesn't know why.

What in the hell were you chucking in the drinks? He does not recognize the ingredients you were adding to your concoctions, and he hated to admit that it might've made him nervous a little not a little despite having the system.

He wouldn't die from consuming whatever you're making… right?

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Sooner or later, you finished up preparing everything along with some food you made earlier, bringing them one by one to the countertop… and finally, the drinks.

The ravenette silently gulps but you noticed how his Adam’s apple bobbed from the action.

“Now, what's with that look? It's not like I'd poison you or anything.” You commented, maybe slightly aware of the close calls to the hospital maybe to hell you two experienced due to your “recipes”.

He shoots you an incredulous look, making you put up your hands in surrender.

“Okay! Fine, fine!” You took your glass, lifting it up to your lips as he eyed you with a poker face. You took a sip and put down the cup, teasing him a bit by delaying your reaction.

You sighed out in delight after a few seconds, making eye contact with his gray eyes.

“There, I'm still alive.” You gestured to his glass, “Now, drink.” you basically demanded, wanting to see his reaction to how much you've improved.

He doesn't break eye contact with you as he lifts his glass, still a bit suspicious, before taking a small, tentative sip.

Jinwoo’s eyes then widened a bit in surprise at the pleasant taste the beverage left on his tongue as he looked down at it. He lifted his gaze up to you only to find you donning this cheeky expression.

“Not bad right~?” You giggled at how taken aback he was, proud of yourself even. Only you had the balls to tease this scary man to such a degree.

The male stares at you, “... It's good…” trailing off.

You pout, feigning offense. “What makes you so skeptical about what I made, hmm?” You pointed a finger at him.

He blinks, as if telling you there's a lot of things he could say, but decides against it.

“Who wouldn't be skeptical after seeing you chuck in suspicious ingredients?” Jinwoo shot back at you, an amused expression gracing his features as you gasped at his words.

“Suspicious? I'll have you know I picked them myself!” You huffed at him, taking another sip.

“Hmmm… Where did you even procure them?” He raised the cup, observing the gradient liquid that seemed to sparkle as you moved it around, before slowly drinking it.

“From dungeons, where else?” You flippantly answered as he yet again gets taken aback.

He swallows the drink quickly, shooting you a look, setting the drink down.

“Since when have you ever entered dungeons?” Uh oh... You looked away from his intense gaze.

“Uhm… around the time you got hospitalized…?” You were honestly unsure of yourself.

He sighed, a palm coming in contact with his forehead.

“So that means you awakened?” Your friend interrogated further.

You circled your index finger on the rim of your glass, avoiding his eyes.

“...maybe?” Jinwoo could only sigh yet again, causing you to look up at him, he seemed stressed. By your answer, he guessed you hadn't gotten evaluated at all.

“So you're telling me you went into dungeons without having been evaluated nor permitted by the association? (Y/n), that's illegal and dangerous.”

“I assure you it's not those dangerous dungeons you're thinking about, and I don't think the association even knows about the existence of the dungeons I'm talking about.” You explained yourself to him, smiling sheepishly at Jinwoo in hopes of making him calm down.

“Keep talking, we have the whole night for you to convince me that wherever you got those weird ingredients and the ingredients themselves aren't unsafe”

You sigh, sipping your drink.

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And so, you've finally fully explained what happened to you the past months. Summarizing it to awakening, getting sucked into a weird portal and in a quiet forest that had all sorts of mysterious plants and other stuff, and then discovering they could be used as ingredients. Then a glowing deer appeared before you and referred to you as the new guardian of the said forest, giving you a book about all the things you needed to know about it. The book had information about all the things in the forest, causing you to hyperfocus on the fact you could experiment with them.

And bringing you to now, both of you having gone through multiple rounds of drinks already from the lengthy storytelling.

Jinwoo takes another drink, a subtle pang hitting his brain as he just sighs for the nth time at your crazy story.

He turns his head to where you sat beside him on a stool, having seated yourself there due to how long your story got, feeling the air had become warmer.

“Show it to me next time.”

“Suree~” You slurred out, feeling a little bit tipsy and dopey.

He clicks his tongue, pinching your cheek on a whim. He thought how uncharacteristic it was of him to act so childish after all he'd gone through, but here you were, having just as eventful past months but not registering how risky it could've been.

Jinwoo's mind gets bogged down by an indescribable weight. His eyes trail towards your eyes before settling on your lips— thinking to himself how soft they seemed.

How he'd like to take a bite and see if it's as soft as it seemed—

He blinks and shakes his head, in disbelief that he just thought about that. Maybe the alcohol was getting to him? But that wouldn't make sense since it shouldn't have an effect on him— which makes it crazier that he had those thoughts while sober that's what you think bitch

“Do you want a different drink?” You asked, your palate growing tired of the beverage you two had been drinking the whole time, wanting a different taste this time.

“Sure.” The ravenette answered as if he just didn't have a mental breakdown, his ears were a little bit red but maybe you were imagining things.

“Okiieee~” You slid out of the barstool, sauntering over behind the counter to make something heavier.

You hummed and swayed as you prepared a new batch for you both. Jinwoo’s eyes being unable to stop themselves from settling on your hips, snapping himself out of it when he realized.

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“God, you're heavy!” You heaved out as you hauled Jinwoo upstairs to your living space above the business, his arm slung around your shoulder and basically supporting all of his weight— you can shamefully admit you liked the proximity though.

"Smell nice..." Was what you heard from the drunken mutterings he directly said into your ears, making you a little conscious of your scent.

You settled him down carefully to lay on your large couch, pulling off his shoes so he'd be more comfortable. You disappeared beyond a hallway before reappearing a few minutes later in much more comfortable clothes, with a pillow, blanket, and change of clothes for the male to use.

“Jinwoo, here's a change of clothes.” You poked his cheek as he groaned in response, forcing himself to open an eye and take them from you. He then started undressing himself as if you weren't there, gaping at how well-built his body was.

The ravenette started unbuckling his pants, only then you decided to turn around before you witnessed something you shouldn't, heat rushing to your face. When you heard the rustling of clothes stop, you turned around to check that he went back to lay on the couch. You sighed at your friend and the effect of liquor on him, giggling to yourself at how he was reduced to this state despite being an S-rank as well as having the system but you didnt know that

As you turned to leave after putting the pillow under his head and the blanket on top of his body, you felt a tug on your wrist.

The world blurred before clearing again, and you realized that Jinwoo pulled you on top of him. You struggled to get out but his grasp was strong.

“Stop moving around.” His voice was tired… and sounded deeper, bringing another wave of warmth to your face. You eventually resigned to your fate, making yourself comfortable by nuzzling onto his chest and sighing in delight.

‘Problem for future me to handle now’

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Sunlight streamed through the curtains of your living room window, directly landing on Jinwoo’s face as his face scrunched up in discomfort.

He uses his arm as a shield only to find out that said arm was under something. He squints his eyes open to investigate, widening when he processes that someone was lying with him.

The gray-eyed male gets jolted awake with that realization, the person on top of him groaning at the sudden movement.

He gets a closer look to find out it was you… in quite the revealing outfit you call you comfortable sleeping clothes— and you were not wearing a damned bra who tf wears a bra to sleep

Jinwoo tried to patch together what happened last night, only remembering that you two went for a few more rounds of the new drink you prepared. A few things were blank spots in his head, but then he also realizes it doesn't ache like it should when there's patches in his memories after drinking.

Speaking of, did he actually get drunk? With no hangover?

He looks at you, who was sleeping soundly, amazed. Whatever mystery ingredients you added to your beverages weren't considered as toxins by the system, but still had the same effect as any alcoholic drink save for the hangover.

You shifted in your sleep, your soft chest pressing against his as you nuzzled your face into his neck. He felt a drop of sweat precipitate against his cheek, his hand unknowingly squeezing itself on your waist.

He then chuckled to himself at the unexpected, but admittedly not unpleasant, turn of events.

In the future, he finds out that he can also get drunk on you

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note/s : yeah the ending seemed wonky, but I feel too lazy to fix anything wrong now

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[ashwhowrites]

OMG I CANT BELIEVE REQS ARE OPEN YAYAAYAYAYAYAYYYYY

okay so basically i was wondering if you could do something with popular!bully!eddie x sensitive!reader

okay okay. so reader and eddie like each other but its a secret from the other and eddie bullies her lightly (cos he doesnt know how to deal with emotions) and shes super insecure cos she has like no friends and stuff and he went prom dress shopping with chrissy and saw reader there and teased her about the dress she picked and she got sad and cried at home then its prom and eddie's rejected everyone cos hes waiting for reader to show up and finally confess but shes nowhere to be found so he goes to her house with flowers or smth and he finds her crying and he comforts her and has her put her dress on and they kiss

IM SORRY IF THIS MAKES NO SENSE!!!

but thank you SO MUCH ash your writing is literally amazing it always has me in my feels <333 thank you for bringing so much happiness (and angst LMAO) to my feed!!

You are so sweet!! Thank you so much 🫶🏻I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it. Thank you for requesting!

Prom Dress

Eddie never had a good hand on his emotions, he never learned how to express what he felt correctly. All he saw growing up was expressing emotions through anger. His dad was never around to tell him about girls and his mom was never there to teach him how a girl wants to be treated. So he went with what came naturally, except he barely ever felt real feelings towards a girl.

Until he met Y/N

Eddie was popular, it was easy to have girls on his arm and in his bed. But he didn't have feelings for them, so it was easy sweet talk and then they wouldn't talk again. But it was like his brain froze when he was in Y/N's presence. His sweet talk was out the door as he stuttered out something to say, and it was always a comment that sent her over the edge. He just didn't know that.

Y/N was a very alone person. She wasn't the best at making friends, making peace with being her own friend. She was insecure, never telling a boy how she felt because she knew it would go the exact way she thought it would. And when she realized her heart raced when Eddie walked in the halls, she knew that one would never happen.

Plus she has a good damn feeling he hated her guts. He added fire to the hell she lived in but there was something about him that she wanted. She allowed herself to be his punching bag because she felt alive when his eyes were on her. He was practically the only person that talked to her, and she didn't want to give that up.

Because at the end of the day, she had Eddie Munson's attention.

~~~

Eddie groaned as Chrissy picked up another dress to try on. He looked at his watch, annoyed that they had been in the same shop for two hours.

"At this point, Jason won't care what you pick. Can we please go?" Eddie moaned, his head thrown back as he sat on the uncomfortable chairs.

"You're fine. I have two more dresses and then we'll leave!" Chrissy sighed, going into the changing room.

Eddie moved his head back and looked around the store. He blinked a few times when he saw someone familiar. He stood up and slowly walked closer, squinting his eyes as a girl walked away from the register with a puffy pink dress.

"Y/N?"

She froze as she recognized the voice. Already on edge as she turned out. Panic in her eyes as she met his brown ones.

"Hi Eddie," she said, a small smile as she greeted him politely.

"Is that your prom dress?" He asked, his eyes looking over her shoulder as she held it.

"Yeah," she said quietly

"So you are going to prom? What? Alone?" He scoffed, a mocking chuckle left his mouth and Y/N shifted on her feet uncomfortably.

"Um, I don't know yet. Depends if someone asks" She shrugged

Eddie felt his body burn, a sense of discomfort thinking of someone asking her. Some guy takes her, takes pictures, and spins her on the dance floor. Someone she would have gotten dressed up for. He wasn't sure why the thought made him so damn angry. But the good news for him, he knew how to express anger.

"Ask you? You know that's not going to happen" he argued, his eyes dark as he stared down at her. "And while you are wearing that? A puffy pink dress, you think you are some fairytale princess? That dress looks like it's for a five-year-old old" He teased, but it wasn't his usual tease. This time it felt like every word he said sliced through her.

The one dress that fit her like a glove. The one dress that made every problem wash away. A dress where for once she felt beautiful.

She didn't say anything, just turned around and walked out of the store.

She cried as she raced to her car, harshly throwing the dress in the backseat. She cried the whole way home, feeling helpless in this world. She wasn't sure why it felt like everything was always up against her.

~~~

It was the night of the prom, and Y/N ignored the dress that hung up in her closet.

She bought it a week ago, a week since Eddie ruined the one bit of confidence she had left.

She wanted to return it, but the store wouldn't take it. So now she was stuck with a reminder that she would never be the gorgeous girl who walked into prom and changed everyone's perspective of her. She would still be that loser everyone laughed about.

So she stayed home. Her parents weren't too involved with her life, out on vacation as she sat on the couch. She watched romantic movies, crying as she stuffed her mouth with chocolate ice cream.

~

Eddie checked his watch for the tenth time of the night. The loud music overwhelmed him as he kept his eyes on the door.

"Want to dance?" A girl from the cheerleading squad asked.

"No thanks. I'm waiting for someone" he said with a tight smile, then moved his eyes back to the door

The prom started two hours ago, and she still wasn't there.

He turned down about ten dances before he took matters into his own hands.

He grabbed his keys from his pocket and hit the road. The flowers he bought sat in his passenger seat, guess he was going to drive them to her instead.

He pulled up to her driveway, letting out a nervous breath as he got out. He fixed his suit, patted down his hair, and gripped the flowers. He knocked on the door, stepping back as he waited for it to open.

"Eddie?" She was surprised, her body mostly covered by the door. Some sort of protection for herself.

He looked up and frowned. Her eyes were red and her cheeks were wet. And she wasn't anywhere near dressed up for prom. Her hair was down, but no makeup on her face.

"Hey, can I come in?" He asked

"Why?" She asked, covering her body even more with the door

"Why didn't you come to prom?"

She was surprised he even noticed. But she was more curious as to why it mattered to him.

"Didn't want to go. Is that all?" She snapped. It was enough that he could torture her at school and outside of school. But at her own house is where she drew the line.

"Um, uh, these are for you," he said shyly, not used to her face looking so annoyed and a snap in her tone.

She eyed the flowers as he held them out for her. She opened the door wider to grab them. They were truly beautiful and it was the first time she ever received flowers.

"Oh um thank you, Eddie," she said, smelling the flowers

"Can I come in? Maybe we can talk?" He asked, he twiddled his fingers as he waited for her to reply

"Uh sure but don't you have like a date or something?" She asked

"No, I was waiting for you," he said honestly, for once just saying what he felt instead of turning it into a joke.

She didn't know what to say so she opened the door and let him step inside.

She walked to the kitchen and got a vase for the flowers. He followed without asking.

"So why were you waiting for me? Was a big bucket of red paint gonna fall over me?" She asked, watching as the water filled the clear vase.

"No, why would I do that?" He asked, his head turned like a confused puppy

She laughed to herself bitterly

"Because you make my life hell" She looked at him like it was obvious. Softly placing the flowers on the kitchen table.

"I don't mean to, I'm sorry" his eyes looked sincere but she wasn't sure what trap he was waiting for.

"Then why do you do it?" She asked, her arms crossed as she angrily looked at him. Maybe this was her chance to finally stick up for herself and tell him to shove everything up his ass.

"Because I like you, and I wasn't sure how to show that" he explained, a small blush formed on his face as he muttered the words.

Y/N stood frozen as she stared at him like he had two heads.

Eddie confessed he liked her?

What kind of prank was this?

"Which I can see now I did in every wrong way possible. I'm sorry for everything, I didn't know I was upsetting you."

She sighed as the apology lifted some weight off her body. It felt nice to finally be apologized to.

"Thank you for apologizing," she said, a small smile on her face

"Thank you for allowing me to," he said, a shy smile on his face

They stared at each other, neither knowing what the next move should be.

"Can I uh see your dress? I saw it in the store but didn't get to see what it looked like on you" he asked, his eyes moving to the floor

"Are you going to make fun of me?" She asked, her arms crossed. Her protection shield is back up.

"No!" He shook his head dramatically, "I know my horrible take on flirting was more hurtful. So I will keep my mouth shut" he said

"That was flirting? God, you are horrible" she joked, loving the way the air shifted into something lighthearted. He laughed with her and agreed.

She led him to her room, allowing him to sit on the bed as she went into the bathroom to change.

She slipped on the pink dress, looking at herself in the mirror. That same rush of confidence filled her body. It was like the dress was magical and healed every broken part of her. She tried to reach the back zipper but couldn't get it. Her face was already on fire as she realized what she had to do.

She walked into the room, Eddie looked up from his hands and his mouth dropped. His eyes skimmed over her dress, the way it hugged her body perfectly.

"Could you zip me up?" She asked, turning around as she tried to keep her breathing normal.

He coughed and stood up. Wiping his sweaty palms on his suit pants. His fingers danced down her spine, making her shiver. He reached the zipper and slowly pulled it up, her skin disappearing under the fabric.

The room felt thick as she slowly turned around. The ghost of his fingers was still on her back.

"You look breathtaking," he said, his voice a quiet whisper as he looked into her eyes

She gulped when his eyes dropped down to her lips. Then he was slowly leaning in.

His hand moved up to hold her cheek, and his eyes moved up to her eyes to check for a sign of rejection. But her eyes were zoned in on his lips.

He smirked as he noticed, slowly leaning in until his lips pressed perfectly against hers.

She wasn't sure where to put her hands so she softly placed them on his chest. Her head turned as he deepened the kiss.

She felt like he kept chasing her lips, sucking away her breath as she gripped his suit in her fingers.

Her body buzzed with electricity. His lips and hands were softer than she thought they would be. His kiss was gentle and slow. Her stomach fluttered and her head spun.

He held back his moans as he slipped his tongue in her mouth. Her lips were soft and warm. Her hands on his chest made his heart race and his face flush. He tried his best to not get carried away, not wanting to scare her. His free hand slipped to her back as he pushed her further against him. He never felt this way ever when he kissed a girl.

She pulled back when she felt like she couldn't breathe. She took a huge puff of air into her lungs as they kept their faces close.

Panting against each other as they looked into each other's eyes.

Like she said, it was a magical dress.

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[akascow]

UGHHH the way viktor was afraid of people forgetting his accomplishments and how his memory will be short lived only for it to ACTUALLY HAPPEN is SO FUCKING HEARTBREAKING

because he was never included in the hextech credits, his name isnt as publically known and ppl will only see him as That One Guy who started a cult and tried to take over the world or smth (IF that. like do most people even know thats viktor in there or is it just another Piltover’s nameless baddie of the week to them… sad)

and the FEW people who knew him and his contribution to hextech are either just dead or probably saw him as a villain as their last memory of him, was he even worth saving in their mind??

the ONLYYYY person who understood him and loved him for who he was (other than sky ofc, who also died lmao) was taken with him in death, so viktor’s story wont even live on in honor for how he truly was and what he really stood for, bc jayce is the only one who can accurately describe him post-mortem

and people will probably think jayce (THE GOLDEN BOY, MAN OF PROGRESS in the eyes of piltover) died trying to fight him bc no one knows what their conversation was about before they went out, or how jayce was willing to sacrifice himself too because he shares blame in it all, so theyll likely just villainize viktor for that as well, 'the one who killed jayce talis- creator of hextech'

and no one is alive to mourn him :( so fucking depressing

also i dont blame jayce for 'taking all the credit' like some people do lol ive seen ppl say he was egotistical and taking it all in for himself and pushing viktor aside, but he literally always says viktor is his partner and never implies that HE ALONE developed hextech or that hes the sole creator in it all

like its always been 'OUR inventions' and 'my PARTNER' and 'WE created this' whenever jayce talks about hextech. he literally corrects viktor from "your [jayce's] hextech dream" to "our hextech dream" the very first night they partner up bc, despite knowing this man for maybe 4 hours max, he already recognizes the importance of their partnership and that hes not the sole idea-man in this project anymore

i think that whole negative idea was probably developed from jayce signing every single page in his notes,, but itd make more sense to me that he'd do that- not out of arrogance- but he might share the same fear that viktor has: in being forgotten for his work... so he signs every page making sure no one can take a piece out of context and pass it as their own years down the line, or erase the possibility that forget the origin of the creator, especially in a world where a species like yordels are seemingly immortal, names hold a lot of weight as time withers tangible things away

and im assuming jayce recognizes that the fact that being from the undercity could have easily silenced viktor's ideas and contributions in the eyes of the public, and jayce doesnt want to diminish his work towards it. two very important lines jayce hears from viktor that night are "do you think i want to spend my whole life as an assistant" and "a poor kid from the undercity, no one believed in me, i was an outcast the moment i stepped foot in piltover" and he probably took those to heart (paraphrasing those quotes bc i have the memory of a goldfish or smth)

i feel like its moreso piltover to blame (? imo) lmao they set up jayce as the golden boy, and piltover is all about names and status and wealth. they very obviously discriminate against zaunites (and viktor himself states that too) like yeah we dont see the whole process of The Man of Progress being made,, BUT viktor expresses how he doesnt want to go out in front of people in Progress Day, so jayce is very much just respecting his wishes and boundaries to not drag him up there when hes clearly uncomfortable at the thought yk?

viktor might also recognize himself that piltover will use his knowledge as a celebrity idol for people to look at rather than as an actual scientist for people to acknowledge and appreciate. he wants to be known for what he did, not a soulless face for people to gawk at. makes sense tho, irl u usually dont remember celebrity actions unless theyre negative, but you do remember scientist's accomplishments rather than what they look like

ppl bring up the hexgate blueprints at the end and how it only has Jayce's name on it as another argument and idk i feel like it has multiple things to stem off that before getting to the 'jayce took credit for everything' idea?

maybe they were changed after the whole cult incident, like viktor's name taken off, which yeah thats obviously depressing in itself. i think its more likely bc piltover wont want their whole gimmick to be associated with that incident, rather than jayce purposefully leaving viktor's name out of it... thats probably the strongest explanation imo. we gotta remember viktor is quite literally jayce's best friend- do you really think jayce would take away his best friend's accomplishments like that? lets be real yall HAHA

my own guess is that jayce was actually the sole designer in the hexgate design, and while they can share custody, maybe viktor doesnt take credit for things that werent his ? like yeah they worked on the hextech ideas together but it could be more like jayce drew up the plans and viktor helped with the science of it idk, but thatd explain why only jayce's name would be on it (in a non depressing way that kind of makes sense), bc jayce designed the hexgates specifically

maybe viktor didnt want his name on it either bc reasons i said above, tho this is unlikely to me bc he probably wouldnt want his name taken off if he was scared about legacy erasure,, but these are just theories idk

anyway i think blaming jayce for viktor's erasure is kind of - uhm -stupid because jayce has always made it his goal to not just save viktor but to include viktor every time he brings up hextech in conversation, whether it calls for his mention or not. because jayce knows drilling viktor's name association as co-contributer to hextech into the heads of other people is important, considering viktor's background, and jayce's own current social status as the golden boy: the leverage he holds when he speaks. people will listen lol

[willowsnook]

Your funeral (pt. 1)

hi!! can i pls order bacon with onion in a bowl mikes way, thank you <333

max verstappen x riccardo!sister

My heart is only yours to break

A/N: this will be two parts, I get carried away writing for Max, lmao. So the bolded line and smut will be in pt. 2, sorry not sorry 😘

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Australia 2024

Max last saw you in the paddock in the summer of 2018 following your high school graduation. He had known you for two years, being Daniel’s teammate, and found you shy compared to your older brother. He was 21 then, so the two of you didn’t really talk that much, and he just thought of you as “Danny Ric’s sweet little sister.” 

Six years later, he barely recognized you. You’d let your hair grow out, your muscles were more toned and defined, and it seemed like you’d become the queen of yapping. He had spent 10 minutes creepily watching you from the garage as you talked with Yuki, trying to figure out who you were. It all made sense when he watched Daniel appear, pulling you into a hug. Max blushed when he realized it, trying to shove down all the thoughts he was just having about the mysterious hot girl in the RedBull garage. 

Daniel waved him over after spotting him, and Max made his way over to the group. Your eyes were shining as he approached, excited to see an old friend, and you pulled him into a hug to greet him. He was caught off guard at first but wrapped his arms around you in return, breathing in your ocean-scented perfume. 

“It’s good to see you, Max; it’s been so long!” you cheerfully said to the Dutch man. 

“I know. What has it been, six years?” He asked, even though he already knew the answer. He needed to pull himself together. 

“Yeah, I think so,” you replied. Yuki and Daniel were called off to RB, leaving you alone with Max, who seemed a little nervous. 

“So what brings you back?” He asked. 

“Finally have the time off work,” you said. “I stopped coming while I was in school so I could focus on my studies, and then every summer, I had an internship so I couldn’t come to any of those races. Then I got a job right after graduation in St. Tropez, and it’s been so busy but so good. I get to do what I love and the town is so beautiful. I’m a marine biologist, so I always knew I’d get to call some coastal town home.” 

You finished talking breathlessly, and Max looked at you with wide eyes. 

“I think that’s more words I’ve ever heard from you than in those two years when Daniel and I were teammates,” he teased, and you blushed. 

“I was like 16, Max,” you huffed, and he laughed. 

“Are you coming to more races this season?”

“I hope so. Since I’ve been with this company for two years, I have a little more allowed time off,” you told him. 

“It’ll be good for Daniel to have you around,” he said, your heart squeezed, thinking about how rough it’s been for your brother the past couple of years. 

“You’ve been a good friend to him,” you replied softly, bringing your hand to squeeze his. His face flushed and you were amused by the power you seemed to have over “Mad Max.” 

Later, Max walked towards his driver's room after debriefs when Daniel caught up with him. 

“So my sister is back,” Daniel said, and Max continued, not looking at his friend. 

“So she is,” he replied simply. 

“I saw how you were looking at her,” Daniel said firmly. “Don’t make me say it.” 

“You don’t have to say anything,” Max said, turning to Daniel with his signature smile. “Off-limits.”

Daniel nodded, still eyeing him but letting him go into the room. 

Miami 2024

Since Australia, Max had followed you on Instagram and you had quickly followed him back, which led you down a rabbit hole of what he had been up to in the past couple of years. You weren’t the only one that had glowed up. 

Your company had an office in Miami, so you flew out the week of the race to tour the facility and watch your brother in action. On Friday morning, you were walking through the hotel lobby on your way to the beach when you ran into Max. 

“Hey!” You said brightly as you caught up with him. 

“Y/n,” he said, greeting you. You didn’t miss the way his eyes dragged down to your chest, where your bikini was visible under your see-through coverup. “Headed to the beach?”

“Yeah, I figure a day laying out in the sun will do me good,” you replied. 

“I’m sure it will.”

“Too bad you can’t come with me.” You said, subtly testing the waters, trying to determine if your interest was even slightly mutual. Max’s gaze was intense in your eyes, and you could tell he was fighting an internal battle. 

“Don’t flirt with me, y/n. It’s not allowed,” he said sternly, which made you smile wider. 

“Who said I’m flirting with you?” You replied, and he rolled his eyes. 

“I see how you look at me like I’m a piece of meat,” he teased, and you laughed out loud. 

“You’re the one who was literally staring at my tits five minutes ago,” you replied, and he slapped his hand over your mouth, looking around. 

“Don’t say that schatje; your brother has eyes everywhere,” he said seriously, and your eyes crinkled in amusement. “I’ll see you later.” 

Daniel's race did not go well, finishing in P15. You could feel the disappointment radiating off him when he got out of the car and your heart sank. You knew he would try to mask his pain with happiness for Lando getting his first win, but you saw right through it. 

Don’t get me wrong. You were ecstatic for Lando, having met him when Daniel was at McLaren. The two of you were the same age, so you got along easily. Admittingly, you did shed a few tears when he crossed the finish line, but your heart ached for your brother. 

He was silent when he met you after the debrief, and you launched into a very long story about a shark you were tracking off the coast to try and distract him. You hit the 7-minute mark, and things were finally starting to get interesting when Daniel laughed loudly out loud, looking over at you. 

“I love you,” he said, and you smiled, moving into his arms. 

“I love you too Danny,” you told him. 

“No more sadness today, let’s celebrate Lando,” he said, determined, and you grinned. 

Lando was already fucked up when you guys made it to the club that night. You hadn’t seen him after the race yet, so he picked you up and twirled you around when he saw you. 

“I’m so proud of you buddy,” you told him and he smiled. 

“Okay, then buy me a shot,” he replied and you giggled. 

“You make so much more money than I do,” you complained teasingly. He pulled out his wallet, handing you his card. 

“Just use my card for the night.”

You were at the bar waiting on the shots when you felt a presence behind you, a hand casually settling on your lower back. 

“I’m surprised Daniel let you leave the hotel wearing that,” Max said in your ear, causing chills to flare up all over your body. Your red dress was tight on your body, and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t thinking about catching someone’s attention. 

“Hmm, so that means you like it,” you smirked, turning to step into him. 

“You are going to be the death of me,” he murmured, and you shot him a wicked grin. 

“Then get your affairs in order,” you replied before grabbing the tray of shots and moving back to the group. Max followed close behind you, congratulating Lando when you both reached him. You watched your brother narrow his eyes as he looked from you to Max, and you gave him an innocent smile. 

Many drinks later, you danced in the crowd a respectable distance away from Max. That didn’t stop him from openly watching you the whole time, though. 

“What’s up with you and Max?” Lando asked as you took a break from dancing. 

“Nothing,” you said quickly and he gave you a look. “Nothing can happen.”

He nodded understanding, “You think Danny will kill him?”

“Most likely,” you said, sighing and looking back over to Max, who was talking to your brother funny enough. “His funeral, though.”

You excused yourself to go to the bathroom, and when you came back into the hallway, an arm shot out, grabbing you. 

Max pulled you along to a darker area of the club with a tad more privacy. He stopped in the corner, moving you against the wall and leaving you no time to say anything before his lips were on yours. 

It was a bruising kiss that had you feeling delirious, reaching up to tug his hair, which made him press up against you harder. 

“Wearing that dress just for me hmm,” he said, pulling back before attaching his mouth on your neck, trying to leave a mark. You half tried to push him off but found yourself whimpering instead. 

“Max, we can’t,” you said breathlessly. He finally let up, his lips puffy, as he looked at you with fire behind his eyes. 

“I know, I just wanted to claim what was mine,” he said and you squeezed your legs together at his words. “Now, when all those guys keep looking at you in there, they’ll see my mark on your neck.” 

“You are insane,” you said, amused but then panicked, thinking about your brother. “He’s going to kill me.”

“Maybe,” Max said. “That’s what you get for wearing that dress schatje, and he won’t know I did it. Your funeral.”

You knew drunk Lando probably blabbed immediately after you left him, and those words made that apparent. 

Sure enough, when you made it back to the dance floor, your brother took one look at your neck and yanked you outside, lecturing you about kissing random men. If only he knew. 

pt. 2 here

[calkills]

Melting (The Heat's Too Much, Or Is It You?)

shamless argentina!oikawa smut

warnings - swearing , light angst (fluffy ending dw lmao) , lowercase intended !!

"oh fuck.. yeah just like that, rock your hips, baby.."

the air was hot. from the heavy breathing escaping the two of you in sharp pants or the argentina sun, you didn't know.

back pressed into the mattress and thighs pushed up to your sides, you could feel the sweat dripping down your sides and onto the newly tarnished sheets with every thrust of his hips. the feeling of him being so close after being so far away for way too long was overwhelming and you could only buck your hips up to try and meet his halfway.

"fuck... 'kawa, please.." mumbles of his name slide of your lips, half making sense, half just begging him to stay, need you, love you, fuck you. in a sense it was similar to the day he renounced his japanese citizenship, tears pooling under your lashes as you tried to make sense of words as you begged him to stay... need you... love you...

"yeah? feel good? I know, baby, I know.. c'mon tell me how good you feel.." he growled out his words, hands gripping impossibly tighter to the underside of your thighs, pressing them to your chest while simultaneously pulling you closer to him.

it was carnal. his desire to keep you close as if he was showing how sorry he was for leaving you by pounding your cunt into the mattress. letting his hand slip from your thigh after placing your leg over his shoulder, he used the now free hand to hold onto your forearm he had pinned down. not in a domineering way, but in a way that silently conveyed, 'i want to take of you what's mine and give you what's yours of me.'

"tooru... feels so... good, fuck.. i'm so close.." head falling back to the pillow he had placed under your head a while ago you whine for his attention as he fucks into your gummy walls with all of his will. volleyball strength really comes in handy when you're trying to get laid.

"so so pretty, making me wonder why I ever left.." you can say that his words were just the heat of the moment and play it off like any other flirty comment he would drop back in high school, but now that he's is between your legs and practically tearing you open, you cant. all of this is real and happening. tooru oikawa was fucking you senseless in his hotel room in argentina spouting nonsensical things about his love for you and how he wished this would last forever and how he wished to be closer despite already being seven and a half inches inside of you.

suddenly he drops your leg off his shoulder and folds your body practically in half as he leans in to press chaste kisses to your jawline, lips wet from panting. his mouth trails to a spot of your shoulder as a whine escapes him, lightly biting down into the body part as he growled out, "hah... cum for pretty girl, please please please, want you to fall apart for me. all for me, yeah?"

the new position had you seeing stars and you swear you could feel him in your throat as he fucked up into you deeper than he had before, his tip kissing your cervix with every deep thrust. his movements were slower, yet more thoughtful. he tried to reach the deepest part of you, mapping out the way your walls squeezed against him as he fucked languid thrusts into you.

your eyes roll back as he continued to wreck you. mouth falling open to let out shamelessly loud moans, not caring if the other people in the hotel hear. you want them to know that you're with oikawa tooru, the love of your life, even if it is just for the night.

eyes flutter closed as you feel your orgasm approaching, barely being able to get out words of affirmation for how he was doing so good. a yelp left you as you feel his hips give a harsh snap against yours as he spoke, barely recognizing that he was even speaking.

"nuh uh, eyes on me, pretty girl. don't close your eyes, look at me if you wanna cum.." his words snapped something in you as you practically had to force your eyes open and make eye contact with him, occasionally trailing down his toned form, sweat pouring down his abs. hickeys from other girls mixed with yours and lined up and down his body and you forced the feeling of jealousy it evoked away and looked back up to his eyes, his beautiful eyes.

"there we go... good, pretty girl.." he grinned and as your hips began to twitch and a pool like feeling in your stomach began to heat, as if you were going to burst. your hand reached up to tangle in his brown tresses and scratch at his scalp a whined being pulled from him at the feeling and he bucked his hips up accidentally, mentally you make a note of the reaction. your orgasm washes over you and white prickles your vision. the only thing in the room that you can make out is the sound of oikawa letting out a loud, pornographic moan and the stutter of his hips as the feeling of warmth in your lower belly comes back, but for a new reason.

"oh god, pretty girl.. cumming, cumming, cumming, fuuuuck..."

oikawa has to place his hand down beside you on the bed and hold himself up so he doesn't collapse on top of your still shaking form. loud pants are spread through the air as you both stay quiet, deciding the moment was too nice to break.

instead of pulling out and getting dressed to leave like all of his other one night stands he just collapsed to the side of you, tugging your form closer and resting his chin on your shoulder. pressing a kiss to the bite from earlier he pulled a blanket over the two of your bodies and wrapped his arm back around you.

"i missed us.." are the words he mumbles into your hair, smelling the shampoo that he had recommended for you because of its sweet smell years ago made a smile tug at his lips as he let his eyes close.

finally finding the words to respond, you settle on what your brain tells you to confess, a grin threatening to escape as you speak.

"me too.."

"so why don't you stay..?" his words are barely audible and you thought that you might have imagined them for a moment before his form behind you raised up a bit. realizing he was expecting an answer you struggled to wrap your brain around the fact that he was asking such a thing.

"a-as in like a place here or to mov-" "I want you to move in with me." his tone was serious as you searched his face for any sign of a lie or a joke. yet you found none.

"tooru.. that's... big.. I mean." stuttering to find a response, your eyes card around the near empty hotel room. the only imperfections being the bed and the two bottles of mexican coke on the table beside the television, it was a new room anyways so of course it was near spiffy.

"I know, I know. I just.. don't want to say goodbye to you again. it hurt the first time and I don't know if I could do it a second." he was desperate for you to look at him and recognize that he wanted you so badly. "[name], i'm in love with you."

his words wouldn't have really been a shocker to anyone other than her. everyone around could tell that the setter was completely and utterly smitten for the girl. his brows were furrowed as he took in her unreadable expression, unreadable until tears began to slide down her cheeks.

the next thing he knew he was almost thrown off the bed from the way she threw herself at him, arms wrapped tightly around his form as if he would disappear again if she let go. "tooru.. i've liked you since high school.." she mumbled against his shoulder and he let out a breath he didn't know he was holding in.

"I would love to stay with you. I would hate to have to leave you miserable here then go back home and be miserable myself too." he felt himself tear up at her sentiment and wrapped his arms around her frame, pulling her closer to him.

many things change for oikawa on the daily. being a pro volleyball player in a country he wasn't from had made his life constantly hectic. though through all of the changes he experienced through out his life, that was the moment that oikawa realized there were two absolutes in his life, two things that would stay the same in his day to day til death.

he loved volleyball, and he loved [name] [surname]

[callsign-rogueone]

by your side - b.d.

Bodhi Durran x girlfriend!reader Your friends suggest that your recent bouts of nausea might be something more, and it sends you into a spiral, but Bodhi is there for you, as always. [requested] wc: 1.1k 🏷: no spoilers this time? set toward the beginning of Iron Flame (his third year and yours). descriptions of vomit / nausea, anxiety, one (1) reference to sex. healthy established relationship between reader and Bodhi :) writing this one was fun because I know exactly how it feels (it sucks lmao)

“Don’t shoot the messenger,” Imogen says rather indelicately, patting your back as you heave into the grass at afternoon formation for the third time in three days, “but is there any way you could be…”

You blink once, twice, realizing what she’s implying, and the mere idea has your stomach turning again, but there’s nothing left in your system - you haven’t been able to keep food down for days.

“Imogen,” Sloane scolds from your other side, still holding your hair back from your face, “we agreed that now was not the time.”

You take measured sips from your waterskin, trying to rinse the acid from your throat, but the burning feeling doesn’t subside.

You look to Violet, who remains quiet as the grave.

“I agree that it’s a possibility,” she says carefully. “But either way, we’re here for you, and I know he will be too.”

Oh, gods. You hadn’t even considered having this conversation with Bodhi yet. What would you even say to him? Hey, I know we’re in military school and doing this whole double-agent-arms-dealing thing on the weekends and there’s a very real chance that neither of us will make it to next month, but I think I'm pregnant with your child?

The women you’ve come to regard as younger sisters can sense that you’re spiraling.

“He’s a good man,” Sloane says, rare praise from her, “and he loves you. You’ll find a way to get through this together, whatever it is.”

You’re too drained to argue, but that doesn’t stop the swirl of thoughts in your head. 

You, Bodhi, and a child.

Maybe in another life, where the both of you hadn’t been conscripted to Basgiath, and you weren’t in mortal danger all the time… but even then, you’re barely adults yourselves, and your parents won’t be able to help you from the grave. You’d be doing this entirely on your own.

You shake the feeling off. Today is a Saturday, one that you have free. You’ve completed your assignments already. You’ll try to sleep this off, you decide, and if that still doesn’t kick it, you’ll see a healer. 

Sleep comes easily with how exhausted you are, but it does not show you mercy.

Muscled arms cradle a bundle of blankets. You recognize the swirling pattern of Bodhi’s relic easily, having spent many nights tracing the black ink with your fingertips as you lay beside him in the afterglow.

There’s a soft sound of discomfort from the baby. “Shh, darling,” he soothes, rocking them gently. “We don’t want to wake your mama.”

A hand rests on his shoulder; Xaden’s. “She looks just like you,” he says quietly, a soft smile on his face. 

A tiny hand peeks from the blanket, stretching to grasp Bodhi’s finger, which now bears a silver wedding ring.

You shake yourself awake, heart pounding as you move to sit up.

There’s a knock at your door. “It’s me.” Bodhi.

“Come in,” you reply weakly, and you hear the lock click — the day you had moved in, Xaden helped you ward it so that only you and Bodhi could open the door, doing the same for Bodhi’s room down the hall.

“Vi said you weren’t feeling good, so I brought you dinner,” he says gently, sitting on the side of your bed and touching a hand to your cheeks. “No fever,” he observes, kissing your forehead, and continuing to check you over for injury.

You’re going to cry. “Bo,” you say quietly, “I need to talk to you.”

“Anything, darling.” He says, ready to listen, and your heart twists hearing the same petname he’d called your daughter.

“I don’t know if it was a vision or just a dream, but…” you swallow, the words getting stuck in your throat.

Bodhi stills beside you, fearing the worst. 

Your signet gives you clouded images of the future, but they usually aren’t happy sights. You’ve come to talk to him about your visions in the middle of the night many times, as distressed as you are now. 

“What did you see?” He asks gently, taking your hands in his.

“You, holding a baby girl. Xaden was there, too, but I woke up before I could see anything else.”

He doesn’t follow.

“I’ve been throwing up for days, and I think… I think I might be pregnant,” you whisper, eyes brimming with tears. “I’m so sorry.” 

“Oh, darling, don’t apologize.“ He pulls you close, pressing a kiss to your hairline. “I love you, and I will be by your side every step of the way in either case.”

His words of reassurance are the last straw, and you finally start to cry, your tears dampening his collar.

“I’m going to stay right here, for as long as you want me to, and then we can go see the healers, together.”

You nod against his shoulder, too exhausted to respond.

Every step of the way.

He holds your hand all the way across the bridge to the other side of the college, only letting go when a kind older woman in pale blue healer’s robes comes to take you into an exam room.

You stay quiet as she takes your pulse, listens to your heart, and goes through the motions of a physical.

“You appear to be reacting to something you’ve been eating or drinking.” She diagnoses, handing you a small paper bag with medicine to take. “This should help.”

“So I’m not…,” you trail off, and she knows exactly what you mean. She’d seen how terrified you were walking in here, hand in hand with your boyfriend, and instantly realized what you were concerned about.

“Not with child,” she confirms with a knowing smile, and a weight is lifted from your shoulders. Thank Zhinal. 

Bodhi is still waiting outside. He stands as soon as he sees you, ready to draw you into a warm embrace.

“It was those damn berries,” you say, shaking your head, and he laughs, no doubt feeling the same relief as you. The rich sound soothes every nerve in your body.

He tugs you closer, wrapping you in his arms. The paper bag crinkles between you. “The moment we graduate, I’m marrying you.”

“What?” You ask, stunned.

He pulls back so he can look you in the eye.

“I thought about it while you were with the healer,” he says, as if it’s that simple, “and I decided that I want to be there for you for the rest of my life. Through all the visions, good and bad.” 

You smile up at him, pure happiness flowing through you. “I love you, Bodhi Durran.”

“I love you more, darling,” he says, tucking the bag into a pocket of his flight jacket and taking your hand. “Now, I snuck you an extra piece of cake from dinner, and if you aren’t going to eat it, I will.”

You burst into laughter. Yeah, you decide. This is the man you want by your side forever.

[wavesalwayscrash]

sorry for the long ask lol… lots of musings about things

i really, really appreciate the way you write abusers in this comic. it may be a bit of a weird thing to say, but so many write abusers as just one dimensional characters who are bad when they’re… Not. they’re people, who do bad things, with reasonings that could be all sorts of things (which doesnt mean their reasonings are Justified). i feel like the narrative around “abuser one dimensional bad” makes it harder to recognize how complicated actual real life abuse can be. a character can still be bad, in the wrong, and an abuser while genuinely caring and having some semblance of a reason in their head for what they do. in my experience abusers don’t tend to realize they are in the wrong/tend to try to justify it, they’re not always fully consciously acting bad just because/for the sake of causing harm, and theres not always a premeditated plan out of it, either.

this was all sparked by reading some of your asks about the king. about how love can co-exist with abuse (and that doesnt negate the abuse, either, but makes it harder to realize and break out from). it isn’t as black and white as it seems, i like seeing the depths of that more than the portrayal of an abuser being wholly morally black and terrible

i’m super excited to see more of the king, i’m putting him under a microscope. analyzing his actions. he disgusts me but i’m compelled. i want to put him in a microwave just to see what would happen. im especially fascinated by mariner, too, he’ll be a fun beast to dissect (i looove the taixu pmv and how it contrasts him and the king)

and of course - i really appreciate how you write lain’s response to all this! it can be a lot to unpack. i simply feel like i always see more appreciation for the writing of an accurate deconstruction of trauma versus the writing of a good abuser (good in the sense of the writing, not the character). thank you for all the work you put into this wonderful comic! i feel (so far) its an excellent reflection of all the muddy in-between that goes into motivations and actions. there seems to be some semblance of a power corrupts theme going, too, and im super excited to see that develop (whether im proven right or wrong there)

(and because im sending this publicly i don’t condone abuse, i just enjoy dissecting abusers in fiction. enjoyment of a character does not mean i condone those actions in real life)

Hey, I really appreciate this ask. A lot of my writing and my thoughts regarding abusers come from both my own experiences with them as well as interacting with other abuse victims like. everyday (my wife and people in my close friend group). And I agree with everything that you said here. I don't really like the "abuser is one dimensional bad" kind of idea, and in fact kind of works against how hard it is to realize you were abused in the first place. Making abusers Bad All The Time has made me think "well what I went through wasn't that so it couldn't have been abuse" before. Which isn't the case. Abusers can be kind, can be caring, can comfort you when you're upset, can help you out, and can still abuse you. While not the only reason, it's one of the reasons why it's so hard to leave an abusive relationship/realize it was abuse in the first place.

I'm trying not to get super into my own experiences of abuse (I don't wanna just trauma dump on ya lmao), but a lot of the parental stuff in regards to The King is drawn directly from my own experiences (The sexual part is drawn from my wife's (again with permission/encouragement)). I know intimately that a parent can love their child and still treat them like shit. It was only when I started going to therapy and telling people about my experiences that made me realize what I went through Wasn't The Norm and I was in fact abused.

As well, the reason I write abusers like the King and Mariner having reasons for their actions is honestly just a comfort thing for me. I will never know why my abusers treated me the way they did. I will never know the reasons as to why they did what they did, I'll never know what was going on inside of their head. I can guess, but I will never get that kind of closure in my real life. But in this fictional world, I do get to make reasons for their actions. I can give them reasons and justifications and I (the author) get to decide why. and that, at least to me, offers the smallest bit of comfort.

+I'm glad you're enjoying the story <3 Mariner's one of my favorite guys, he's a little freak and I love him soooooooo bad.

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Reblogging to shout out a few of the many amazing tags on this poll which i think deserve to be seen—

@goodmorninglovelies42

@eluvion

@jamietxrtt

I agree with all of this so so much and especially what all of you are saying about how the lines between platonic and romantic love are so often blurred and that reality is simply much more complex than a tumblr poll can address. He loves her period is RIGHT. And at least for me I think i also can’t separate these confessions from the intent I see behind them which is like, love without expectation. I don’t think Jamie is confessing he loves her in s2 thinking they’re going to actually get back together or to even propose that happening in any way. It’s more that he just wants her to know what she means to him (whether it be platonic or romantic or a bit of BothAnd) and that he’s thankful for her role in his life. At the end of the day he loves her, that love is something special, and it’s something he wants to be forever, I think. It doesn’t matter so much what form that takes, whether it means friendship or a relationship or what have you. After all, Jamie does know that isn’t only his choice to make. Most of all he just wants her to always be a part of his life and i think that’s what so beautiful about the two of them. <3

*the confessions I'm referring to are the funeral scene in s2 and the finale scene with Roy in s3

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thinking once again about the weird anti-climatic ending to the mystery of ruby's mother, and while it Is possible and probable that rtd will just leave it there bc he Loves a disappointing finale lmao, I've been thinking about different ways it could go/have gone and like....as much as I didn't want it before, I really have talked myself into believing clara as ruby's mother makes the most sense lol. not even just because they look so much alike, narratively it would WORK.

clara LIVES UP to the impossible girl title well after her final breath. she only meets the doctor because she jumps into his timestream -> she stops him from dying at trenzalore meaning there's no timestream for her to jump into -> but that would mean she never met the doctor thus he would have died at trenzalore -> she's forever living in the space between her final heartbeat -> the doctor can't remember her but can remember exactly where she's supposed to be -> she is constantly everywhere and nowhere all at once. clara is just a bunch of paradoxes shoved into a tiny body with big brown eyes.

ask yourself which makes more sense: the god of death getting obsessed with a random teenager who's face he just happened to not catch, or getting obsessed with the IMPOSSIBLE GIRL WHO CHEATED DEATH!!

it would make sense why the doctor's memory of the encounter with ruby's mother keeps changing- the memory wipe is still messing with him. I know I know he saw a vision of clara before he regenerated into 13, but it doesn't make any sense that a memory wipe like that would wear off. MAYBE, maybe, it's weakened a little over the years, and he can recognize clara when she's right in front of him, but the memory won't hold in his mind. sorta like the silence I guess?? it'd be interesting! explains why he was crying when he saw ruby's mother but couldn't remember her face or what she was doing past that.

ruby's weird snow powers are tied directly to memories- and memories are the HEART of the doctor and clara's run. literally she spent millions of lifetimes begging him to remember her, only for his memories of her to get erased. guys I literally don't even ship them like we established they're too insane to be together but that is SO fucked up they are SO deeply deeply intertwined it makes me craaazzzy. he survived 5 billion years of torture on her memory alone. everything he knows about her now is because he pieced together the holes she left behind. I'm gonna PUKE. ruby's powers turn up whenever she remembers something so you could absolutely tie that together if need be. why snow? idk man something something the great intelligence was still using sentient snow when clara jumped into the doctor's timeline with it. I'm not the showrunner I don't need to come up with that part. but it is DOABLE as a storyline.

imagine you're sutek the god of death and there's already this weird bitch who has cheated you and become functionally immortal and then she GIVES BIRTH AFTER DYING!!! you'd be going insane and yes you'd be obsessing over the impossible girl 2.0. hell, we can keep the 'he didn't see the mother's face' bit, but he would absolutely be able to sense a woman that has died millions of times over and is somehow alive without a beating heart. it would make his interest in ruby understandable.

how'd clara get pregnant? she was on a self-destructive run after danny's death, her and 12 were already capable of making holding hands erotic, and I can absolutely see a scenario where they sleep together and then clara, still trying to ruin her life, plays it off like a casual thing while 12 cries inside as he drives her to another booty call with jane austen, knowing damn well he'd do it all over again and keep letting her hurt him.

how'd she carrying a pregnancy after dying? fanon has been made canon before. you read any timebaby fic and they all come to the conclusion that time lord fetuses are like indestructible because of so much regeneration energy. I know I know we love the looms but "witches cursed gallifrey with sterility" is extremely stupid<3 besides her womb isn't gallifreyan so maybe it doesn't even matter in that case lmao.

why'd she abandon the baby? maybe she reasonably was like 'hey all of space and time at your fingertips is probably not a great environment for a child to grow up in'. she's dead and mentally ill and spends all her time running head first into explosions. also maybe lady me talked to her about her pain from losing and forgetting her children. she can't give the baby to the doctor, because 1) they can't see each other they made a pact 2) he has the exact same life style as her which, again, time machines aren't exactly baby proof. so she asks her tardis to take her somewhere the baby will be safe, it takes her to a church, which are considered safe haven's to surrender babies no questions asked. but then, also, it takes her to the doctor anyway- and of course the doctor would keep the baby safe.

why'd ruby register as human when the doctor scanned her? clara has a tardis, so she has a chameleon arc. why did ruby's mother not have dna in the system in the 2040s? because her mother died in 2015. why does ruby have to be the doctor's daughter? I guess she doesn't HAVE to be, but "boom" and "the devil's chord" were like...pretty damning for me lmao. also, I'm pro Let Him Be A Dad Again, also imagine the angst potential if he realizes he abandoned his daughter bc he couldn't project his trauma onto her anymore.

where does louise come into play? (wait also louise is jenna coleman's middle name that she stopped using professionally during her doctor who run lol). well it's clear mrs. flood is a god of stories or something along those lines. maybe she just...made louise up for the story. maybe she wanted ruby out of the tardis. maybe she didn't like the idea of bringing an old companion back. maybe she doesn't want the doctor to get his 'happy ending' and that includes keeping his child away from him. FUNNIEST option would be if they go the 'stuck in a tv show' route and she's just like "oh well there was scheduling conflicts with clara's actress so I just decided to nix that storyline :/" and the doctor is like please what the FUCK are you talking about lmfao

this is getting too long so I'm gonna stop but...it WOULD work and I like this better than what we have so far. rtd dude please come on.