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gamerwoo · 2 years ago

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[Tales from the Pack] Soonyoung: Imperfect (Part Nine)

Characters: Soonyoung x female reader

Genre/warnings: werewolf au, fantasy, fluff, mild angst but not really??, mentions of heat/rut but nothing happens

Word count: 1,846

Summary: Soonyoung has always been desperate to find his mate, often going out into town at night to fill the void of imprinting that he craves so much. Then suddenly, you (quite literally) appear in front of him. He’d always dreamed and fantasized about what having his mate would be like, but the reality is nothing like he expected.

a/n: dialogue in plain bold is korean, dialogue in plain italics and bold italics are kyung translating because i’m too lazy to say every single time she translates lmao, and whenever soonyoung says reader’s name it’s meant to be reader’s surname

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You put it off for long enough. You avoided Soonyoung's pack for...honestly, not even that long. But it was only because you had to tell someone how you were feeling, and you felt like you could trust Kyung more than anyone. Rika would probably go to Hanbin about it, and for some reason, you felt bad feeling more drawn to Soonyoung's pack than your own. You didn't want to admit it to him or anyone else there just yet.

It was 'chore day' at the house, according to Kyung. Sundays were when the bulk of the shopping got done, more firewood was cut, deer and other animals were hunted, household projects were worked on to fix up or clean what needed it, and things of the like. Needless to say everyone was busy, which was nice because it meant it was just you and Kyung sitting at the dining table. Jia was happy to make some tea for the two of you, and then sat beside Kyung in a chair just to listen. Even if she couldn't understand you, she said just listening to your voices was entertaining for her enough.

"When you felt...drawn to Hansol's pack before...what did you do?" you asked slowly.

"Ignored it," she shrugged. "I hated him at first, remember?"

"Okay, I meant after that," you sighed.

Kyung chuckled at her little joke before she told you, "I just followed instinct. There's not much else you can do. Why, are you feeling that pull?"

"I think so... I feel guilty about it, though."

"Why?"

"My pack is all I've known since coming here," you explained. "They've been my family. I feel bad leaving..."

"They'll understand, _____," she reassured you. "We're all werewolves, we understand instincts. Nobody will be mad at you or upset with you."

"Is there even space for more people here?" you asked, gesturing around the kitchen.

Kyung laughed with a shrug, "We make do. You'll have a room and a bed, at least."

"I will?"

"Soonyoung's," she stated with a smirk, wiggling her eyebrows.

You shoved her shoulder, feeling your face immediately start to heat up. But she just laughed harder and teased you about how you were so shy about something almost everybody in your circle knew and went through.

"You're annoying," you told her, trying not to laugh.

"Some things never change," Joshua stated as he strolled into the kitchen, his shirt missing and sweat dripping down his forehead, and a sheen of it covering his torso.

"How's hunting going?" Kyung asked him as he got himself a glass of water.

Joshua chugged the whole thing before he set the glass down with a loud sigh. Then he looked at Kyung, rolling his eyes before he did so.

"Ari keeps trying to befriend the bunnies," he reported in an annoyed tone.

"Bunnies are afraid of us," Kyung stated.

Joshua's eyebrows raised, "Yeah. I know. And she's persistent."

"At least she's cute," you offered with a shrug.

"Pfft, yeah," Joshua breathed, widening his eyes for a split second like you said the craziest thing he'd ever heard before he walked back out of the kitchen.

"Are they...?"

"He loves her," Kyung promised. "Trust me, he's obsessed with her."

"Is he teaching her how to hunt?"

"Yeah, she doesn't know too much. So Josh, Ari, Soonyoung, and Chan are in charge of hunting today; Seungcheol, Jooyeon, and Mingyu are cutting wood; uh, I think Seokmin, Eunjin, Wonwoo, and Jihoon are taking care of the garden; Minghao went to the market with Jeonghan and Yeji; Soomin and Danbi are restocking the herbs and potions, and making more for the week; Jun and Sol are fixing up the porch; and I think Seungkwan and Suvi are doing laundry."

All you could do was stare back at Kyung, dumbfounded. How did she remember all that? How did she keep track of that many people?

She chuckled at your expression and shrugged, "Don't ask."

It was then that you heard the back door open and quickly slam closed before loud footsteps pounded down the hallway. Appearing in the doorway, skidding to a stop, was Soonyoung. Like Josh, he was only wearing some cotton shorts, and he was breathless and covered in sweat. Despite that, his face broke into a wide grin.

"Josh said you were here!" he chirped as he strolled into the kitchen.

"And would you imagine that: here she is," Kyung deadpanned, gesturing to you with less-than-enthusiastic jazz-hands.

Soonyoung ignored her, crouching down in front of you. You looked down at him with a curious look, wide eyes searching Soonyoung's face as he continued to beam back at you. He babbled on excitedly, one hand holding the side of the back of your chair. You could make out some of it, catching things like 'beautiful' and 'missed you' and 'good day' and 'hungry'.

There was no end in sight to his words, and nobody else was saying anything. Kyung was staring at him like he was speaking a different language, and Jia seemed to be giggling silently to herself, resting her hands atop her cane in front of her. Your eyes stayed on Soonyoung, drifting to his lips in hopes that maybe if you could see the words he was saying, you'd understand him better.

But then you had another thought. No, more like an instinct.

You leaned forward and pressed the softest, chaste kiss to his lips, and it promptly silenced the alpha. His eyes widened, his lips still in a slight pout from catching your lips, and then the tips of his ears turned red and he started grinning all over again.

Kyung burst into laughter, and Jia started chuckling.

"That's one way to do it," she said.

"Did you even catch all of that?" Kyung wondered between laughs.

You shook your head with a shrug, "No, it just... I wanted to, I guess."

"You guess," she repeated teasingly, rolling her eyes. She clicked her tongue as you began absentmindedly playing with Soonyoung's hair since he was still crouching beside you. His eyes closed as he let out a content hum, and Kyung smirked to herself. "Do you also guess that's instinct?"

You shrugged in reply, not wanting to give a verbal answer since you were getting flustered again. It really was instinct, though. At least, you assumed it was. You just wanted to touch him.

"I wonder how you'll be during your hea--"

The way your eyes widened and your head snapped to look at the older girl, she stopped her sentence and evilly giggled. Soonyoung felt your fingers freeze and he opened his eyes again, looking up at you like a confused puppy.

You hadn't even thought about that yet. One would figure mating season was what would cross your mind eventually, but it never did. You were too caught up in the cute, fluffy feelings you were feeling to remember to worry about a plan for your heat.

Or his rut. God, you didn't even know when that would happen!

"Don't you even," you threatened.

"It's something you'll have to deal with eventually, _____," she reminded you.

"My last one was right before I came back," you told her, your fingers starting to play with Soonyoung's hair again. "I'll be fine for a while."

"And what if you still can't completely understand him by the time the next one comes around?" she wondered, seeming genuinely curious despite the teasing look on her face. "Or what if his happens first?"

You shrugged, deciding to ignore the anxiety until you were alone and could sort through your thoughts without the possibility of your mate catching onto what you were saying, "I'll figure it out."

"How? Because I'm sure as hell not translating," she scoffed.

You took a deep breath and let it out, trying to decide how to answer Kyung. But before you could, Soonyoung's eyes shot open.

“Oh, _____,” he looked up at you with hopeful eyes and the traces of a smile on his face. Then he asked you something that you didn’t understand, blinking back at you as you sat in silence.

So you turned to Kyung.

She laughed softly and said, “He asked when you’re moving in.”

Your eyes widened, taken aback by the bluntness of his question. Were you expected to move in since you were mates, or did he know you felt the pull? Did he feel you becoming a part of his pack?

“Since he’s an alpha, you’d integrate into his pack,” she explained. “It’s just how instinct works.”

“But...you’re an alpha.”

“I wasn’t when Jiung was around, and Hanbin became the alpha anyway. I didn’t become an alpha until I accepted this pack because I wasn’t meant to be the alpha for that pack.”

“But why did you get pulled into this pack?” you wondered, wanting to understand the logic behind it.

Then again, not all werewolf instinct had logic to it. Sometimes it was just speculation.

“When two non-alphas from different packs imprint, it’s kind of a 50/50 chance on who will integrate into the other’s pack,” she shrugged. “I guess that’s up to fate. And fate would have it that I was meant to be an alpha for this pack.”

“_____?” Soonyoung tried to pull your attention back to him, resting a hand on your thigh.

Your heart jumped into your chest, and you felt a jolt of electricity in your lower stomach. It was a feeling you were familiar with, but not one that you’d ever had because of Soonyoung. It was...weird. And it made your face feel hot again.

“Yeah, answer the question, _____,” Kyung said with a shit-eating grin.

You tried to ignore her, staying focused on Soonyoung, “Um...why?”

He shrugged and replied. Kyung translated.

“Because you’re in my pack now. You have to be. You joined when you accepted me.”

“I don’t remember telling you I accept.”

Your statement was more so meant to be playful, but Soonyoung already had a rebuttal, smirking widely.

“I just felt it.”

Kyung made a face and stuck her tongue out like she wanted to gag before saying, “You’re too gross for me, Soon.”

But you ignored her, asking, “How does that work?”

He just shrugged before prompting you again.

“Move in. We have the space.”

“Do you?” you snorted.

He nodded.

“We’ll make space.”

“Where?”

“My bedroom,” he stated matter-of-factly and without any sort of smirk of bat of an eyelash. He wasn’t trying to make a move or be silly. He was dead-serious.

Kyung, however, did smirk, “Told ya.”

You wanted to ask her what you should do, but you knew what she would tell you. On top of that, there only seemed to be one answer. Your instincts were telling you what to do, and all you could do was follow them. It would be pointless sticking around with a pack you didn’t belong in, even if you did love them. It wasn’t like you wouldn’t see them ever again.

“Okay,” you finally decided.

Soonyoung’s smile matched the sun as he nodded and said, “Okay.”

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m1ckeyb3rry · 4 months ago

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Ok before I say anything else BRUH I took the quiz you reposted and guess who I got….also mf sae…..bro??? Wavelengthed too hard but STAY STRONG NO CONVERTING

EVIL YUKI SHSHSHSJ actually know dw all the shit and slander yuki has to go through now is just setting him up to become rough and tumble yuki so he can get the development he deserves it’s all part of the plot!!! STOP ITS SO EMO but ig its better than one of them being left behind by the other shevdhshsh (or you let mc live and then we can be with Karasu instead/j) I’ll never be get over how interesting hollyhock mc is though (the whole belonging/ownership/love dynamic is SO unique I love it sm) on the complete opposite side of the spectrum we have otoya being done TOO MUCH justice LMAOOO it’s ok the story and plot slap so he can have a pass

DADFAILURE LOSERS I LOVE IT HAHAHA esp while yuki has his life (pretty much) together truly the embodiment of tabieitaken shenanigans also KING OF KALOS GOES SO HARD??? Mm yes we love yuki supremacy (also the ref to his emperor of 1-on-1 title ugh so peak)

That’s actually insane I feel you though because I’m also scared shitless of getting mobbed by insane parts of fandoms (partially why I’ve never really used tumblr to do anything before besides lurk and also why I am NOT subjecting myself to being one of those regular translators on twitter or tiktok or whatnot I’m not about to get people attacking me in the comments for wild shit shshshsb) BUT I agree lowk….i mean tullireo isn’t going to be rubbed in our faces in the story anyways (I assume) since we’ll be too busy burying Barou’s corpse (I’m screaminf) but THSTS SO REAL “I make money so my wife can breed pokemon and keep them all for herself instead and I’ll build them a whole pokemon pasture/sanctuary” (that would be me as a pokemon breeder fr) bro it was just meant to be the team vibes…it’s giving elegant but strong

LMAO chigiri and Reo forced platonic close proximity chigiri is just THE bestie whether it’s gossip or wingman duties he’s got it all but I’m crying otoya tweaking because he’s like “NOOOOOOOOOOO MY OTP” and Karasu patting him like “idk what you’re on about but hate to break it to you but I don’t think Tullia doesn’t likes you that way”

Wait I know the exact vibe you’re going for it’s giving “drops random lore/information and disappears for three months” LMAOOO fr that older mentor who comes gives hints and guidance kinda like a walk through tutorial guide in a game where they’re like “oh yeah you should go here” only to never be heard from again LFMOAOAAOAOAO GANDALF REAL but that kinda puts a bit of distance in his dynamic I feel? So yes TULLIREO WE ALL CHANT guess I gotta side with otoya this time tullireo OTP LOWK DO IT it’s just the vibes too yk…they just match….guys…..

LMAO my first thought was fr “that scrawny ass kid with a bug net on route 2” imagine they don’t even battle the boy is so scared of ghost type aeguslash that he just runs (I see that typo but I’m not fixing it because it’ll get autocorrected into something unrecognizable and I’m channeling my inner Nagi and being lazy)

LMFAOO reader fr like “where tf did my genes go…” THE PARENTAL LORE GOES CRAZY LMAOAO imagine their kids going to school and yk how elementary school kids usually get those assignments that’s like “what do my parents do?” Etc? Yeah their daughter has to fill out that and her drawing is reader on top of a pile of dead team z grunts carrying nagi or maybe they’re just holding hands but nagi def has to be shown asleep taking a nap and uncle Barou flying in the sky as an angel and readers giant ass red gyarados in the back looming over it all and like a crying Mr. Mikage on the floor

LMAO Reo exclusively using luxury balls so true lowk the premier balls kinda fit Barou’s aesthetic too maybe he splurges on them generally to keep everything consistent and neat looking LOL bro my luck was ass with quick balls actually I think I’ve only ever caught my donphan (as phanpy) with one LMAOA

Pause I see the abamasnow vision (it’s intimidating but imagine it’s as dumb as him LMAOA openly walking up to fire types) arcanine accidentally burning tf out of it is so funny they would SO bully him for that for the rest of his life

Aiku getting what he deserves!! He has his happy ending though he’s just gotta finish up his community service first LOLL ok but him actively very involved with sae and Barou because he deals with them on a more regular level because they’re on the same team and he’s like “I can’t deal with their bitchlessness anymore PLEASE get a girl I’ll even help you but you need STRESS RELIEF. NOW.” LMFAOO wait I’m very excited to see aiku put in his place LMFAOO

When the familial relationship steals the spotlight from the romantic one>>>> LAMSOA /hj perhaps this can be a character study in the future…I’m crying their relationship is so sweet though ugh

EYES WIDE OPEN OMGOMG NEW GRAPHICS!!! No I lowk love the clean look too it fits the vibe fr!! Guys yk it’s serious when the graphics ready…pokemon au here we come!!!!!!!

- Karasu anon

LMAOOO IT’S BECAUSE WE’RE THE SAME PERSON FR no but i think it’s so funny we’re both NOT itoshi lovers which is pretty rare i feel and yet we’re the ones who ended up getting sae himself 😭 the universe wants to convert us to itoshism but we MUST stay strong

HELP YOU’RE SO RIGHT this is just the development he requires…rough and tumble yuki’s bad past is actually a bad past LIFE where he led to the death and despair of all of his current friends (that’s lowkey a crazy fic premise like the whole hollyhock gang reincarnated but only yukimiya gets his past memories back so he has to live with the knowledge that he once betrayed everyone he now loves 😰) agreed at least it’s not one living/the other dying!! LMAOO no because hollyhock reader x karasu is such a normal dynamic tbh free hollyhock karasu from her he does not have the insanity to match her freak 😭 it really is like i said HAHA with a normal reader and author karasu would be endgame but (un)fortunately for him reader is fucked up and i’m an angst lover so he does not get that privilege 🙂‍↕️ also yeah every time otoya does some dumbass shit in the manga/anime i’m like okay YOU are the one who’s starring in hollyhock?? YOU are the bloodthirsty ninja who dies because he loves someone that much??? he would actually be so hype to know that that’s how he’s viewed though…we’ve talked about bllk otoya meeting hollyhock otoya but imagine PURSUIT otoya meeting hollyhock otoya he probably bursts into tears because at least he’s living his cool ninja life SOMEWHERE

YUKIMIYA SUPREMACY ALWAYSSS i had sm fun coming up with everyone’s little nicknames (barou’s being the “never-champion” because he never actually got to challenge mr mikage vs reader’s being the “reluctant champion” because she never even wanted to be champion in the first place…did somebody say #siblinggoals 😜⁉️) and the king of kalos just rolls off of the tongue sooo well especially because his mentor is chris PRINCE like come on now!! pls pokémon au tabiektaken are basically the epitome of their miraverse dynamic like it’s how i would write them if i were in charge of the manga HAHAHA they’re so funny together

PLSS i respect you sm for that because it’s such a double edged sword like on the one hand i love making my silly posts and having my followers and mutuals react but on the other i’m always afraid a post will break containment and reach the wrong audiences because some people are BRUTAL 😭 but if you do ever decide to become tumblr active trust i will defend you from any hate 🤫🫡 can’t say the same for twitter because i don’t have an account nor tik tok because people on there are a different brand of terrifying but i can tussle w some tumblr trolls if needed!!

yeah i def think tullireo will have that togetullia from pi vibe!! like there’s very obviously something going on and it’s mentioned now and again but reader’s relationship with nagi / search for barou are much more forefront so it’s not at all the main focus!! with such an expansive story though it’s so important imo to have more relationships than just the main pairing otherwise things fall flat and/or the main pairing can almost feel out of place?? like why are y’all falling in love when NO ONE else is 😭⁉️

otoya bawling over the loss of his otp meanwhile karasu’s like “there there buddy it’ll be okay plenty of other girls out there anyways what’s an otp 🙂❔” HAHAH he’s the dad with 0 clue of modern slang or anything also wait this reminds me of a specific exchange nagi and reader have during the aegislash arc where nagi’s like “wait i think we’ve been isekai’d” and reader’s like “how do you know what that is” and nagi’s just like “oh reo loves reading villainess isekai manhwa on his pokétch before bed every night” and reader’s like “huh okay” and it’s never mentioned again LMAOOO

yeahhh that’s exactly isagi’s vibe!! along with aiku’s a bit but isagi’s more mature aiku is like the problematic version of that trope 😭 isagi’s the voice reader hears in her head when she tries to ride her bike inside ykwim…agreed it really does differentiate him from the main cast a bit too much for a romantic relationship between him and tullia to make sense!! especially given he’s meant to be barou’s contemporary and barou’s looked up to as The Big Brother of the story isagi kind of ends up giving off that vibe too 😩 now REO on the other hand…otoya and chigiri cooking fr i lowkey love the juxtaposition too where tullia is super motivated and has a dream she wants to accomplish of her own merits whereas reo has everything handed to him but he’s only doing things because his family expects him to?? idk could lead to some fun interactions…plus the first nagi and reader battle (where her houndour uses pursuit on his growlithe) only even happens because she wants to battle for experience but tullia’s already challenged reo so nagi’s her only option ☝🏻 so if you think about it that kind of foreshadows tullireo…maybe my mind already knew what needed to be done FJSKSKA just like i only noticed the arcanine/houndoom parallels AFTER the fact

that kid is so cocky too imagine he throws out his fucking rattata or metapod and he’s like “beat this 😜” because nobody else on route one has been able to yet and then nagiy/n’s daughter’s just like “ok 👍” and out comes aegislash…wait lowkey ykw would be cute is if the bug catcher just becomes her traveling companion after that because of how strong “her” aegislash is (i bet after their daughter has enough pokémon of her own reader’s like ok give aegislash back now and train your own team up) like he’s like “woah if i stick with you i’ll definitely become more powerful” and ofc nagi’s daughter is as nonchalant as he is so she doesn’t gaf but then they end up falling in love or smth and having that black cat introvert girl x golden retriever extrovert boy dynamic FJDNFJSKJS omg now we’ll have to come up with nagiy/n GRANDCHILDREN lore (unrelated but the thought of nagi as a grandfather is so cursed)

I’M CRYING AT THE IMAGE OF BAROU IN HEAVEN he’s definitely one of those baby angels with the trumpets and little white wings but it’s just barou’s head and massive hair pasted onto it 😭 and gyarados is just drawn with a massive grin on its face meanwhile mr mikage is just face down on the ground LMAOAOAO and nagi is holding hands with y/n who’s like 🙂 meanwhile nagi is just drawn to be 😴 imagine the teacher’s like why is your father asleep and their daughter’s like “he sleeps a lot 😄” so the teacher is concerned for the child’s welfare?? and that afternoon she pulls up to the nagi household and knocks on the door determined to confront “mr and mrs nagi” about how nagi’s always sleeping and if their daughter is being cared for properly but when they open the door the teacher’s like WHAT THE FUCK because it’s y/n l/n and SEISHIRO nagi not just two randoms standing there 😰 safe to say she runs away real quick…i feel like their son being the older of the two is a lot more like barou somehow?? which is crazy because neither nagi nor reader are anything like him but he just takes after his uncle sm…i kinda picture him looking like season 1 kiyora actually in the sense that he has a very barou-esque coloring but more of nagi’s hair texture 🤔 lowkey he probably acts like wicked game kiyora too like always getting into fights (in this case pokémon battles) and whatnot but also pretty chill (he got the reuniclus because it’s a former nagi team member so it’s much calmer and holds him back whereas aegislash would def egg him on HAHAHA)

okay wait now i’m stealing that for reader’s phanpy…it’s her second pokémon/the first she ever catches so imagine she just panics and throws a ball at it and karasu’s like bro that’s not going to work lmao but it was actually a quick ball she took from his stash because she didn’t have any of her own so it DOES work HAHAHA ofc karasu’s like what the hell because he always tries to use quick balls and they never work for him despite being really effective when yayoi and apparently reader use them (maybe he catches gible in one though?? and that’s why he doesn’t even need to battle it and is able to capture it while otoya and reader are arguing)

i def had to think about zantetsu for a second but him having an absolute idiot of an abomasnow just fits him so so well lowkey the aesthetics are matched too?? imagine he can mega evolve it eventually HAHAHAH you just see dumbass zantetsu with this enormous mega abomasnow and you’re like wait am i cooked?? but then one fire type move and it’s out for the count 😭 pls it’s especially funny because reo actually doesn’t have any fire types so he has to actively work to beat abomasnow meanwhile arcanine BREATHES and it’s gone 😩 zantetsu lucky fr that nagi doesn’t gaf abt battling him…wait lowkey yk what would be fun is just a mini arc of like ovas/spinoff chapters?? showing what characters other than reader are up to…maybe one focuses on manshine trio and the reo vs zantetsu rivalry, another shows a day in the life of isagi and gives a bit more characterization to the other elite four candidates (kunigami kaiser bachira) as well as the elite four themselves, another is like aiku’s field journal of him getting bullied by pokémon, another is yukimiya’s contest training, another is hiori like settling a dispute amongst some safari zone pokémon (or even amongst his team to show the dynamics we talked abt earlier), and maybe even a tabieita one to show what they’re up to when the girls aren’t around 🤔

oaeu aiku is lowkey so entertaining to write though i can’t even lie he has some HILARIOUS lines i just started the barou version and there’s sm lorenzo slander i’m crying…people can’t even get mad because they’re not MY thoughts they’re aiku’s!!! that’s why i was able to get away w sae slander hehehe 🤫🤫🤫 anyways we finally had the dream team of aryu sendou niko and aiku show up as well as the aiku + niko duo getting some screen time so it’s been fun 🤩

no because lowkey a character study of noel noa’s rise to fame through the eyes of someone who’s known him from the start could lowkey be insane if only i didn’t have like ten requests, oaeu, pursuit, and my upcoming 1k event to worry about 😩 not to mention peregrine and hollyhock KFJDJSJS rip to them fr

YAYYYY I LOVED THE GRAPHICS the grey matching nagi’s character color…houndoom being the only splash of color and really standing out…the super neat font (serving barou realness tbh) idk i just really like it it’s def not the same vibe as the oaeu one for example but that one def gives “this is a silly cute crack fic” whereas this one you can tell you’ll need to lock in a bit to read if that makes sense

ALSO DID YOU SEE THE NEW TRAILER it’s looking like we’re getting s1 animation again but honestly it’s whatever s1 was liveable plus they always do my man nagi (mostly) right so i’m chilling…they made otoya’s face and chin SUPER pointy in that one screencap i reblogged but otherwise idm it too much!! KARASU LOOKS SO CUTE I’M SO GLAD HE’S FINALLY GOTTEN SCENES i really like his hair actually it looks sm softer and fluid in the anime style vs the manga!! at the end of the day at least we didn’t get yona of the dawn-ed like maybe the anime isn’t perfect but at least it exists ykwim?? although given how well the manga sells i’m surprised they don’t put more effort into the anime…anyways 🤷🏻‍♀️

#answered asks #hollyhock #pokémon au

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catchyhuh · 1 year ago

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Oh god I am so in love with the way you write these, I’ve smiled like an idiot reading all of them. I laughed aloud at the idea of Goemon returning someone’s kid only for them to suddenly be a master of stealth.

If by any miracle you catch this ask and feel like thinking about it; do you have any opinions on what jobs the gang might be keeping should they belong in a universe that is totally mundane? Are they all interlinked/do they keep well out of eachothers’ way, has Lupin ever managed to stay employed for over a month etc. etc.

:,) I’d love to hear your takes on this simply because I think about it a lot. I think it’s an interesting character study.

i pride myself on my thoughts either being true or funny so it warms the lupin sized hole in my lupin sized heart that i am hitting one of those notes at least SO THANK YOU SO SO VERY MUCH LET’S TALK ABOUT MORTGAGES AND SHIT

lupin:

lupin. does not change that much as a person. like demeanor, personality-wise, he's still loud, giggly, smug even when it's unjustified, he’s just slightly less main-character-y about it, but he’s still the guy that says goodbye to everyone in the starbucks before he leaves and for some reason everyone feels compelled to say it back

jumps from job to job BUT. there was ONE time he got employee of the month. he was a solid olive garden waiter. but maybe he was just getting those favor points for being too lazy to bother the table refilling water every two minutes, and the little magic tricks he did were cute, and frankly, lupin is just a memorable name that you’d bring up if someone asked about the service there. honestly he only worked there to sneak bites of the pasta and because he thought the getup was sleek

jigen was his neighbor as a kid, and honestly they didn’t immediately like each other until they were like 15ish and caught each other trying to sneak out of the house after they’d both been grounded for completely separate events. they thought it was funny and hung out that night and after that they started to ACTUALLY grow close. nowadays they’ve got that “we’ve known each other for two decades and we’re still as close as ever” type thing everybody wishes they had, and they catch up about a week on average if they don’t just normally bump into each other. they were prob even roomies at some point

jigen:

i can very easily see his like mundane normal life being oddly content. this is maybe weird but i’m getting like. an everything-repairman here. he still has that gruff, doesn’t totally want to be here vibe, but he’s so damn good at like carpentry and mechanics that his yelp review average is pretty good! like hey. if your washer works again your washer works again. it just took two and a half hours of perfect silence with this guy sitting in your home.

as a result, jigen is unusually the tie between fujiko and goemon to lupin. he did some work at their places of business, mentioned this woman who barely looked up to wave when he came in to fix the lights, and then this man who wouldn’t STOP keeping his eyes on him once he came in, watching him like a hawk, and lupin was like wtf. weird people. unrelated uh where did you say they worked and what were their names, heights and zodiac signs?

definitely the porch guy. y’know the neighbor everyone had at some point who just gets home and sits on the porch for like three hours. jigen is that guy. the funny thing is cuz of his hat (which. maybe is like a baseball cap now idk the fedora seems unfitting for standard average joe life) nobody can even tell he’s fallen asleep twenty minutes in and isn’t actually casually keeping watch over the street. classic jigen move

fujiko:

the funny thing is. honestly aside from the theft and espionage her CURRENT life could translate pretty well. there’s no cap to the discord kitten grindset. BUT SHE’D NEVER STOOP THAT LOW LMAO she's probably just chatting up the usual camps of nepo babies trying sooo hard to impress people and old men that miiiight write her into the will

i think she’s got a gig at a bridal shop/just a formal dress shop in general. she’s very interested in the way trends change and the sheer amount of bank people are willing to lay down just because of a brand? like she got her boyfriend last year to buy her this prada bag but that was someone ELSE’S problem, not hers! 9 times out of 10 she’s just doing her job but if she slowly starts to actually click with a client she’ll guide them to where they can find some nice jewelry that’s still quality but not highway robbery

still in that schrodinger’s relationship with lupin, it’s just, slightly more communicated between them here. if you asked if she had a boyfriend, she’d probably say no, but after spending a bit of time talking to her you notice that she keeps bringing up this one specific guy she used to be with, kinda like she. is currently with him? and then lupin comes in like “hey bbg i brought you some panera for your lunchbreak! they were outta the soup you like at the first one so i ran by two <3” and she’s like “thank you darling just set it on the table over there!” and he leaves. and you just stare at her. no further conversation on the matter transpires

goemon:

oh god it’s so hard for me to imagine him being some average guy. first thing that came to mind is his hair is still that long, he just keeps it tied back for convenience’s sake and when he lets it down everyone’s like oh shit!! he’s kinda rocking that! also tends to wear big cardigans and coats to like. evoke the imagery of his usual attire Wait those are more character redesign notes than anything let's get back on track here

what job would fucking OHHH A MUSEUM GUY?? not really the sharing history with people half but like, keeping artifacts clean, organizing displays, having all that knowledge in his head but just not really telling anyone lol IT’S NOT THAT HE’S BOTHERED by the idea of throwing a little knowledge on the patrons, he just gets into so much of the nitty gritty that the average person has no idea how they went from talking about wood carvings to erosion on the shore of shizuoka. on that note are we set in japan here? uhhhhhhhhhhhhh?hhhh?? maybe

only really consistently hangs with jigen, and really, it’s because of jigen’s repair gig. museums break a lot! goemon doesn’t really mesh with too many people upfront, so he’s very interested in why he has some gut reaction to jigen despite only having spoken to him for two hours total in the last month. over time they’d become actual friends, but it’d take a bit for him to reach the “this is my man lupin and the purse with legs is his broad” introduction and then the way he WORDS that introduction starts an entire fight that leaves goemon absolutely baffled at how these people are. maybe friends? in time he warms up to them though, but maybe it’d take some unusual bonding experience, like a camping trip that immediately went south

zenigata:

saying he’d be a cop is BORING he wouldn’t be a COP. … there’s a distinction between a cop and a private investigator alright? BUT NO REALLY LET’S HAVE FUN WITH THIS yknow what would suck but really be funny. boring job. 9 to 5 office shit with nothing to do all day. oh he’d hate it, he’d be like pacing the room and shit just waiting for an excuse to actually DO something cuz its so fucking DULL in this FUCKING BEIGE BUILDING. like that bob's burger's bit where he has a nightmare about working in accounting or whatever

the story in the og manga was that somehow lupin and zenigata (and i believe fujiko too?) met in college. which. hey man the numbers could line up and frankly it sounds hilarious so i’ll buy that. he runs into him time to time just organically and still doesn’t like him a lot lot but it’s more of a personality thing than anything else. and without the occasional heroics their original life has, zeni doesn’t get to see the actual good potential for a kind person like he has before so despite them having less reasons to beef HE LIKES LUPIN EVEN LESS IN THIS WORLD. maybe he’ll come around eventually

sorry to keep going on this train of thought but really he’d be so different from his actual self just because of the different circumstances that it's really interesting to me. internally he’s the same but being subjected to the crazy shit in the franchise (strangely enough) kinda softened him up externally, but THIS zenigata doesn’t have that. so he’s like, polite to strangers and all. holds the door open for you. but he’s just so BITTER inside about how much more interesting things COULD be, like there’s envy there about how the gang doesn’t seem bothered by anything and has fun almost every day he happens to see what they’re up to. how does that even make sense?! SORRY THAT’S NOT REALLY FUN I DUNNO WHAT'S POSSESSED ME HERE just give him some time, some weirdo event will happen and it’ll knock everything within him back into place as we know him normally. he just needs the right insane motivation to fire up that deranged part of him that’s been lying dormant for a few decades

it just occurred to me i never mentioned mortgages once. damn

#i apologize i'm so bad at normie-ifying characters. LIKE IT IS A FUN CONCEPT BUT IM LIKE oh god how do we. do this. who's working at lowe's #lupin iii #lupin the third #lupin #jigen #fujiko #goemon #zenigata #asks

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I am here to drop several emojis hehe

🐚 for whichever guy on the blog :) ? (@/arven-x-drayster-4ever)

🐚 for your own guy. because I can do that >:]

🌱 I’ve always thought of Drayton as a “he cares about and loves his friends but sucks at communicating and is also lazy to the point of not being bothered to check in” over a he doesn’t care type of guy yk. at least those are the vibes I’m going for for mine lol

annnd finally ☀️. I always think of your blog as THE Drayton. like whenever I think of rotomblr + Drayton it’s your guy. not even my own one lmao

hope this isn’t too overwhelming <3(/platonic)

// OUGH YIPPEEE. ALSO not overwhelming at all! Thank!!!!

🐚 for whichever guy on the blog :) ? (@/arven-x-drayster-4ever)

I like how silly your Drayton is. He is such a goober, and I think that's amazing. It's so fun to come over and poke at him. He's like one of those dog toys that squeak. Give him a good stomp.

🐚 for your own guy. because I can do that >:]

One thing that I think a lot of people miss when they talk about Drayton is the fact that his motivation for the whole Kieran situation was not selfish. He wasn't doing it for himself. Sure, he got petty about the whole "Ex-champ" thing near the end, but he wasn't trying to knock Kieran off his throne as a revenge sort of thing. The big big big thing for me is when he talks about how Kieran was before the Teal Mask situation.

"Here’s the Drayster take: I liked Kieran better when he had his hair down. He used to be this quiet little guy. Trembled like a leaf. Had all the spine of a Wimpod. He’d hide behind Carmine if you so much as breathed too loud. But I’ll tell you what… When it came to Pokemon battling, I never saw so much joy in anyone’s eyes as in his! But then, outta nowhere, he changed. Now he’s relentless-pushes himself, pushes everyone around him… Nothing good’s gonna come out of this. Someone’s gotta snap him out of it."

^ that's not him saying that he liked Kieran better when Kieran was a wimp. That's him saying he liked it better when Kieran was happy.

He isn't trying to knock Kieran off his throne to get revenge—he's trying to knock some sense into him. Kieran goes on a whole "I have to be the very best that no-one ever was" arc, and Drayton realizes this is unhealthy for him. And another big thing is that Drayton tried to beat Kieran before the player shows up! I wish his quotes page was complete so that I could pull that one out as well, but I remember him talking about how he couldn't beat Kieran to take his spot as Champ back. He realizes that he can't fix the situation himself, and so he goes out of his way to bring the Player in to do it for him. Yeah, he definitely doesn't do it in the best way. He's being pretty manipulative. BUT. He's doing it for a good reason. All he knows is that this exchange student was the one who beat Kieran before, and to his knowledge that's the reason why Kieran got so Weird about battling. He can't beat Kieran to show him that the "Train myself to death" mentality doesn't actually do anything, so he finds someone who can. He doesn't know if the player would actually go along with his plot, and he isn't willing to take the risk that they aren't, so he just goes forward with pulling strings.

But above all, it isn't a selfish thing.

Yeah, that's pretty close to how mine is. He definitely cares, he just isn't always good at showing it. A combined "He's trying to keep up the care-free persona of his" and just a general lack of "reading the room" ability make it kind of tricky for him to do those sorts of check-ins. He may never go out of his way to ask you how you're doing, but if something is obviously wrong he will absolutely try to fix it.

annnd finally ☀️. I always think of your blog as THE Drayton. like whenever I think of rotomblr + Drayton it’s your guy. not even my own one lmao

Thank you so much for that- I'm really happy I do a good job of him, haha. That means a lot, friendo!!!

#OOC ask

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thedestructionofgrace · 2 years ago

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Some thoughts on the teen wolf movie:

Overall I quite liked the movie, I feel a bit embarrassed saying that after seeing what everyone else thinks about it but I can’t help it lol. I’m not gonna lie I do think there’s both a lot pros and cons to it, so here’s my thoughts on it:

To start off I really loved the time jump it just made sense to me and I love seeing how the character’s ages were now closer to the actors ages instead of them still being in their teen years or early twenties. I didn’t know that was going to happen so I was pleasantly surprised by that. Knowing that Scott still worked with animals and deaton was so sweet to me, Lydia being a fucking was boss was just *chefs kiss* The Hale’s having a family business, awesome. Honestly just having a good portion of the characters back on screen was awesome to me lmao, didn’t realise how much I missed teen wolf til I watched it.

The beginning of the movie was pretty awesome, I never thought that they would open it up to Liam in japan, he’s speaking Japanese and serving customers at a restaurant, this indicates that’s he’s been there a while. Hikari had a cool intro alongside Liam, it’s obvious she’s a badass and you get to see small bits of that throughout the movie. this could’ve been a really good opportunity to create a new strong Asian woman/character that people like me (I’m part Asian) could relate to but instead of making her completely different and new, the writer/s took all of Kira’s traits (Kitsune, sword etc.) and dumped it onto hikari, which to me felt really lazy and probably racist which doesn’t surprise me considering how they treated Arden Cho (go watch partner track on Netflix!!). It’s also obvious that there’s a relationship between hikari and Liam which was also left unexplored because after the intro they were both sidelined throughout the rest of the movie which is really annoying. I’m also a shipper of Liam and Theo as I know others are 👀but honestly for whatever reason, even after only having Liam and hikari for like five minutes I do actually think they’re cute together and if we got to see more of that, I would totally watch it.

I love how malia is still the same when it comes to her thoughts and honesty 😂 glad they didn’t change that too much about her. MALIA AND PARRISH!!!?? I never would’ve guessed they be a thing and I’m not mad about them either, I mean they were pretty hot together but I did find it a bit random and unnecessary.

Derek hale has a son and his name is Eli, I think all The Hale family members seem to have really cool names, don’t ask me why I’m focused on that, I just am lol. Seeing derek have a new family considering he lost all of his other loved ones and his pack got killed made me really happy, I think it’s a logical way to grow his character since we’ve already kind of seen him as a brother and mentor type figure to Scott. genuinely thought we’d only ever see him have kids in fanfics but now it’s canon and I can’t believe it. I am surprised at his death, I was scared earlier on when his neck was bleeding so it was even more devastating when he actually did end up dying later. Tyler did a great job playing Derek and I’m really glad the could get him back for the movie. Derek keeping stiles jeep and fixing it up just gave me all the sterek feels. And the fact that Eli grew up on stories of all the characters 😫

Eli Hale is easily one of the top three best things in this movie for me, he’s a perfect addition and the fact he has so much stiles in him just makes me appreciate his character even more. Maybe they wrote him that way on purpose to fill in for stiles/Dylan but that doesn’t bother me either cos I thought he was introduced really well. I love how they kept stiles part of the movie through Eli with his personality and his obsession with stiles jeep whichleads me to the relationship between Noah and Eli which I freaking adored. I honestly wish after dereks death that Noah would be the one to take in Eli instead of Allison and Scott. I think it would have been better for Scott to just be his mentor and alpha and keep that separate from being a father figure which Noah already kind of is (that’s how I see it anyway). Also Allison tried to kill Eli, so unless Eli’s forgiven her it doesn’t really make sense for them to be a family.

Scott to me felt like the character who changed the least out of all of them which is not a bad thing. I said earlier that I love how he stuck with deaton and dogs, you could see throughout the show his passion for it and I love that that hasn’t changed as he’s gotten older. although after seeing him in the whole firefighting situation at the start, I honestly could see him as a firefighter. He’s got super strength and hearing, like he’d be great at it. I’m glad they wrote it so him and malia were already broken up before Allison came back because I don’t think I could watch malias heart get broken by Scott still being in love with Allison. I thought the reunion between Scott and malia was really funny.

Allison is back!!! The shot where she’s walking and the two cars explode in the background was 🔥🔥 She was a pretty good bad guy, especially going after Eli and Derek because she was ruthless about it which reminded me of how Chris argent was at the start of the series when it came to Scott and Derek since he was pretty ruthless with them too. it was so creepy the way the nogitsune used her especially by pretending to be her mom which made me GASP 😮. And it was super heartbreaking that she didn’t have her memories too. When Scott told her he was still in love with her 😍 the looks they gave each other right after he said that, threw me back to the earlier seasons, it was really cute.

JR bourne did such a good job with chris’ reaction regarding Allison being back. He’s had such great character growth throughout the series and he’s just even more badass in the movie. Also when he was swearing 😏🔥 wish we got to see more of him and Melissa, I’m assuming they’re still together since there was a small hug between them after everything was over but it’s not enough for me lol I need more, I loved them in the show. Another person on tumblr (can’t remember their username sorry!!) said they finally got Melissa a weapon!! and I had the exact same thought, she’s awesome.

Peter had the most Peter hale entrance to the movie and I loved it, I still think he’s an asshole tho lol. Also that scene when they were at the cliff and he’s on his hands and knees sniffing at the ground was really funny to me.

They could not have had mason and Liam further away from eachother throughout the entire movie like wtf, not even a little acknowledgement like a hug between them or anything. With mason being a deputy, I thought made sense because he had the brains and the whole problem solving thing similar to stiles so him being a cop and using his researching abilities etc to solve crimes and seeing him work with Parrish and the sheriff was cool to me since they weren’t really characters that interacted in the show… but if we’re being political I’m not sure if it makes sense since he’s young and black and I’m not sure if he’d buy into the whole “if you want to change the system, you have to be part of it” kind of thing, I don’t know if I’m reaching or reading too much into that but let me know what you guys think about it cos I’m not sure 😅

Lydia, oh Lydia. I love you. She’s a powerful woman, she’s got her own office, she’s all fancy, I love it I love it. Having to imagine her having nightmares of stiles being dead is horrible!! Like why couldn’t he just be on a special assignment some where as an fbi agent so he couldn’t be back to help them. Them not being together after everything is really sad and I’m just grateful they didn’t kill him offscreen. Anyway back to Lydia, when she screamed Allison it gave me chills and took me back to the earlier seasons too, glad to see they got a reunion hug between them. I love how she towed Jackson around with her and he still kept his attitude 😂 I laughed when he was talking about Ethan

Adrian harris, when he revealed himself I was genuinely shocked because I totally thought he died in the show so that was a pretty good plot twist to me, and the fact that he got dragged to eichen house!!! Lol you deserve it asshole.

I think the nogitsune was a good choice of villain to bring back, he’s creepy and manipulative and the fact that Scott’s bite managed to give him werewolf powers!!?? I didn’t see that coming at all!! I thought it was really cool like him turning into a werewolf was like the next level of him being a villian. Everytime the oni we’re on screen, the synchronicity between them had me on edge, watching the gang take them down was really cool, when Derek, Scott and Eli lined up to go after the nogitsune I cheered 😁 just seeing them together with all there different eye colours, I just thought it was really freaking cool.

Throughout the movie I was thinking that if they wanted to kill the nogitsune they’d have to kill Allison too since they’re like connected or Allison would sacrifice herself and die again and I’m glad that wasn’t the case. When Allison had to shoot Scott with the arrows I really thought they’d kill him off and Eli would end up being the next generation kind of thing which is sort of what happened only Derek ended up sacrificing himself instead of Scott dying 😫 if I am being honest with you I think I could make peace with Scott dying if it meant Derek being able to raise his son. The shot with Eli at the end really gives me hope for spin-offs in the future which I would definitely watch but I’m not sure others would be inclined to agree with me. I think the movie was kind of choppy and think that if it was made into limited/mini series like somewhere between 4-8 episodes then it would flow a lot better and would be a lot more appealing to most folks, characters would get better screen time between them, we could get flashbacks (I mean there’s a 15year time jump, stuff has happened!), proper funeral for Derek, I don’t know…I think they could’ve made it work for a tv show. Let me know what you guys think about it in the comments 😊

Edit, some extra notes after reading other users posts:

Liam has a beard and he looked real freaking good

I never realised Derek turned back into in alpha 😫 ugh that’s so awesome, I just noticed it in a gifset someone posted!!!!

Has Allison aged the way everyone else has?

Loved when Jackson took over and put together Lydia’s drawing, it makes sense to me that he’s the one to figure it out since they’re still close friends, I bet stiles would be the one to put it together if he’d been there

Feel like it’s inappropriate to think about this since it was a eulogy/funeral scene, but omg everyone looked super hot in their outfits - Chris in a turtleneck, Allison in a suit and skirt, Noah in the black suit, Melissa and Lydia’s dresses, Peters suit was next level of course… just they looked really good ok 😫😍

Eli is a lacrosse player and it reminded me of Scott and stiles when they were first on the team 😊 it was hilarious when coach made Scott get back into the game even tho he’s and adult

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kinetic-elaboration · 1 year ago

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October 7: SC Preview Day 2

And so another Supreme Court Preview comes to an end. I enjoyed myself even if I now am a little tired and overwhelmed. The upside of course is that I have done a lot today (I mean like not really a lot in terms of stuff on my to do list but a lot in terms of percentage of brain used) and now I can justify an afternoon/evening of relative laziness.

The event this year definitely had a lot of technical difficulties. They got better as the day wore on but like, this is the 3rd hybrid year, plus the all virtual 2020, and I feel like they should have fixed the glitches by now. I mean it didn’t even really glitch last year so where is all this coming from? Yesterday the screen kept flashing the AV guy’s profile as if he were taking over the zoom meeting, although it didn’t affect the sound. Today there were a couple of instances where the screen totally blacked out and just showed the name of a 3L who’s worked for the director of the conference, as if she had taken over the zoom. That was what I saw when I first logged in after a lot of issues (I won’t blame my issues on the school though because I think the 2-3 times my zoom crashed was probably me and my computer rather than the conference) so it did not inspire confidence. On one or two occasions the sound cut out entirely. One panel just ended with the speaker abruptly cut off and then a solid 10 minutes of black zoom-screen. In the second to last panel, there was a period where the mics were kind of echoing in an unpleasant way. It was just really weird.

I did notice that this year, the camera was a little more… inventive than in the past. The panels have been recorded for a really long time, even before the age of zoom. Now they’re recorded using zoom, like the event is webcast to virtual attendees such as myself and zoom also records. But before that, it was just a stationary camera that was set up to pick up the entire panel and just sort of stayed where it was the whole time. That was the setup last year too as far as I can recall. But this year, they kept zooming the camera in on the speaker. When this worked well, it was nice: you could see the person way better and the image was clearer. But the camera didn’t always keep up with the change of speaker so sometimes it was zoomed in on A but B had started speaking and that was a little odd. Anyway, it’s literally just a theory but I wonder if this change is related to all the technical difficulties. I’m honestly… like it’s fine, I survived, it did get better, but I am worried because if what I saw was also what was recorded, content was lost.

Anyway, my brain is pretty fried and I want to turn it off for a bit, but here are my very quick and general impressions on the panels.

Last night’s Court’s Public Image panel: I already wrote about this one but Melissa Murray was really the GOAT here. The ‘general thoughts on the Court’s personalities’ panels are always a little more wishy-washy I feel, in terms of structure, but I did enjoy it.

Admin Law: I get why they put Admin Law first, because it’s not really a headliner, but I also hate that they put Admin Law first. Like these aren’t uninteresting topics but they are NOT for 9am. I couldn’t even log in until it was a solid 15 minutes in and then I had so many technical difficulties that I only got to watch maybe 40-50% of it total. And I didn’t comprehend a whole lot because I had literally just woken up.

Procedural Problems: I liked this one a lot, especially the sort of…. expertise-takes on stuff like the Shadow Docket (which they refused to call the shadow docket lmao—it’s the emergency docket). There was a really interesting point about the DC Circuit and national injunctions which I think sort of indirectly spoke to the lack of non-obvious diversity, like career diversity, on the Court. Too many people come from the unusual circumstance of the DC Circuit and don’t perhaps get the problems with lower courts issuing nation-wide injunctions. Hearing discussions about the emergency docket as well that weren’t, like, scare-mongering even as they did point out the issues of relying on it more was also pretty refreshing to me, and the sort of thing I like SC Preview for. Like the insider-POV can be annoying, as I said last night, in the way all law-community discussions are a little annoying, but refreshing too.

Collegiality on the Bench: The Judges Panel!! I loved the judges panel. SC Preview really assumes that you are very well-versed in the law that’s being discussed and pretty reasonably up to date on the cases in the air right now, which, like, I do have a law background, I’m not totally out of the loop, but I’m not as expert or as involved as the panelists, obviously, or the real target audience here. So it is intellectually challenging. But this panel is always like a little bit of relief because it really doesn’t require you to know much of anything other than what a federal judge is. Then you just listen to 4 of them tell stories and give you kind of a behind the scenes on judge bowling night and judge happy hour and different circuit editing etiquette and how not to make enemies with your judge colleagues. One person said he never puts the Judge’s name down in the opinion when he cites their prior case while disagreeing and I just thought that was so interesting. Like, it’s fine and on point and even necessary to cite, in a dissent, a prior case that is at odds with your colleague’s point. But it’s mean and uncalled for to point out in so many words that your colleague WROTE that case. Makes so much sense. It’s just lots of fun stuff like that (I think it’s fun) and I always have a good time. (Always, lol, this is the second one I’ve watched. But I hope it’s a tradition they keep up!)

Election Law: This was one of three topic-specific panels happening at once but the only one I could attend virtually. But I probably would have attended it anyway. Election Law to me is second only to Immigration Law in that you probably need some sort of minimal background in it specifically to understand it because you can’t take assumptions from other areas of law into it. It’s also frustrating to so much as glance at because it’s full of Catch-22s and impossible logic puzzles. The most interesting part was the discussion at the end about the possibility of disqualifying Tr**p from being on the ballot in ’24 because of the whole overthrowing the government thing. They all seemed to agree this was a no-go for practical/pragmatic reasons but one made a really good argument that the Court should take up the question and do it soon. Because you don’t want it to happening after he’s already the nominee or presumed nominee, for I think obvious reasons, or when he’s won literally any state at all because again that looks so blatantly political. But you ALSO don’t want no ruling, because then if he were to win the general election, it would be easy for Congress to bring up the point: he was illegally elected because he shouldn’t have been on the ballot. In other words, it is a political question (not in the legal sense haha, a question wrapped up in politics not a non-justiciable question) and the longer it stays open the more it can be used or even just perceived as a political weapon and the more polarizing and terrible that would be.

Online Speech: This is an interesting concept but I had a hard time following certain parts. I appreciated the overview at the top but then I was in and out for the specifics. I think it was because I was getting tired and also hungry—I actually got food delivered to me during this panel. (There was a lunch break but I used it to leave my computer for a bit and wash dishes and do some other cleaning haha.) The most interesting (most intelligible? Haha) question to me was about whether or not elected officials with social media accounts can ban people from following them, a question that obviously came up first with #45, where the answer was clear, but is now coming up with other, smaller-fry local politicians. I don’t know that I think this will be a tough call—as one panelist said, an answer is needed but only so that people can tailor their behavior to an announced rule—but it is interesting to me anyway. I had heard about some of the other cases or at least about their general questions-at-issue (Section 230, content moderation, government ‘coercion’ of social media companies etc.) but this was an area I didn’t really know was being litigated tbh.

Civil Rights Cases: Saving the banger for last on purpose, I’m sure. This was a really good panel, it covered a lot of diverse issues, and…how to put this? It was easy to follow for the end of the day. Each person did a little presentation on a different issue, just sort of overviewing where it is, where it might go, and the short, prepared speeches were easy to digest. There wasn’t a ton of cross-talk, debate, or questions. They covered abortion (basically stuff I already knew since I keep up with this decently), guns (sort of…? again, nothing I didn’t know from following legal news), civil forfeiture, which was a sort of unusual but cool inclusion that I’m now excited about seeing before the Court because the partisan dividing lines are so unusual, the Trump T-shirt trademark case, racial gerrymandering and the TJ school case (these were both presented by a lawyer involved in these cases, one of the few moments of real partisanship in the event, though not in a bad or unprecedented way), and qualified immunity. That one was REALLY interesting because, like, okay, we all hate qualified immunity. A lot of the Justices hate it too. It’s bad. But it’s NOT being teed up at the Court, despite all the popular and academic attention on it right now, and they speculated that this is because 5 Justices probably want to get rid of but no majority of Justices knows what to do NEXT, or agrees on what to do next. In particular, although Thomas is one of the ones who wants it gone, he also wants to narrow 1983 relief in other ways, which would then, I inferred, be more on the table if the doctrine as it stands now were abandoned. Again, this is an issue a lot of people know about and have strong opinions about and for good reason, but the practical reality of it is different if you’re looking at it from this inside the law perspective and sometimes, I do like getting that perspective.

Okay, it’s almost 5, the Preview ended at 4:10. No more law for me today. I want to chill for a little bit and then later I might make an apple crisp maybe? I also use some of the breaks to work on planning my Troped Horror Exchange fic and my goal for the end of this weekend is to have it totally outlined and ready for writing.

#the year 2023 #2023: rl

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diaryfullofsparklesandkisses · 2 years ago

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Downsides to working:

I get nothing done

Zero creativity

No time or motivation for basic things

Tired from physically working

Upsides to working:

Not feeling guilty for being unemployed and failing at being creatively successful

Rent is easily paid

Health insurance

Saving money

It’s worth it. Unfortunately I’m still pretty convinced my actual purpose in life is to be creative and have a career with that and benefit ppls lives. And the failure will continue to make me sad, I mean what do I expect lol I’m just average at everything I do which is fine, it’s normal. But ya know, it’s not great to always be knowing your dreams and giving up on them.. actually executing some and having them flop because getting lucky would be so strange and slim. I mean like knowing u have something unique to offer but knowing u won’t be able to get a seat at the table because that’s just the way it is being small. Normal and fine, it happens to ppl every day. We have to expect it and be ok w it. It’s just nice when ppl interact with ur creativity, or u know it made their day better, or that ur painting is in their house and they look at it and like it all the time. It’s like ur adding something worthwhile to the world w ur gift and talent. That seems cooler than working every day monotonously just to come home and be too scrambled to get it together to work more.. the guilt of being unemployed was horrible, it’s so burned into our society. Like forbid u take a day “off” when unemployed to do nothing, that feels even worse. It feels amazing but the internal judgement of “laziness”. It weighs a lot. Idk I don’t care about my life that much but fuck this world that would make a setup where someone like what I’m describing can’t fully express their gift. I distance it from myself cuz idk about my gift lol I’m kinda weird and uggo. But artistic identity placed on someone else, I would want them to go full potential mode. I guess for myself working is absolutely a million degrees below my full potential but it’s what I have to do to survive. I have to kill my dreams (that aren’t even that farfetched lmao) and I knew this would happen, I knew I wouldn’t like it.. this sounds so silly probably like I don’t want to make it sound like I’m a martyr. I fully have to not care to get through the day. I try to not think about it. It does make me extremely pissed that so many others are likely in the same position and may never get their moment and connection with the career they could have. I think wasted creativity is sad, not everyone has to do it but for those who can and want to it should be encouraged. Like go be prolific, go be awesome. Obviously that’s near impossible to do for a variety of overlapping factors depending on the person. But also kinda, fuck art from a wealthy privileged person like it could be good obviously but I think we all know some really intensely interesting and valuable art and music comes from people who are not that. But u have to be at least somewhat wealthy to do something creative full time that’s more ur own thing. Idk it’s so weird, I like my job rn, fuck having a society where creative ppl are forced to like kill that part of themselves, kill their inner child right. That makes me so mad it’s fucked up. Literally the world would be a better place, so it seems like I’m pinpointing a problem. Dunno how to fix it.

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nabilfekir · 7 years ago

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wilfried zaha, patrick van aanholt, luka milivojevic and timothy fosu-mensah via crystal palace’s instagram

#wilfried zaha #luka milivojevic #patrick van aanholt #timothy fosu mensah #crystal palace #cpfc #*#look at how handsome luka looks 😍🤧😩#also idk why crystal palace instagram made luka’s picture a weird colouring it’s annoying #but i’m too lazy to even think about fixing it lmao

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inklore · 2 years ago

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Dilf! Namor...so tempted to write hcs for that

well let me inspire you with this hot mess bestie 👀

pairing: dbf!namor x (f)reader warnings: eighteen+ content, unedited because it’s late and i’m lazy so beware of hella spelling mistakes, lowercase, sexual tension to the max, alcohol mention, pining, and kissing, that’s literally it but it’s more inner monologue and tension heavy than anything honestly. note: bro this was supposed to be multple hcs but turned into one long ass tension filled mess lmao, i’m sorry but dbf!namor took over, it’s just perfect for him!!

part two | feel free to send me thots on these two!

i saw a gifset where tenoch was riding a motorcycle so obviously that's dbf!namor get's around, and he's giving brooding, grumpy, man who is always scowling at you and you're not even sure if he really likes you. if he is only polite for your dads sake

but one night you go out with your friends and have a little too much to drink-and using uber right now with your vision blurry and fingers key punching so bad your messages look like a toddler did them-namor is the first person you think to call. why? you're not sure. and you almost regret it, retreat into yourself-sober up-when you hear his rough voice answer, the "hello" landing heavy in the pit of your stomach

it take you a few deep breaths and closing your eyes to steady your tipsy mind on why you even called, your name on his lips sounding stern, adjacent to being worried you think

"where are you? stay where you are." and he's there before you realize it. the loud rumble of his bike as he pulls up in front of you making your entire being vibrate with nerves. "you need better friends." he says as he hands you the helmet that was just on his head, pleasantries dead as always

"what about you?"

"just get on." it's a command, rushed, demanding, as he helps your wobbly limbs onto the bike. wordlessly pulling your wrist to have your arms wrap around his midsection. and it's probably the liquor in your system that has every bump, the vibration of the bike, the wind whipping against the tops of your thighs-or maybe it's the heady affect his cologne that engulfs the inside of the helmet-how you almost feel completely compliant and light to lay your head on his shoulder. to let your palm spread flat against his rib bone

the heavy thump of his heart matching the same speed of the thumping that leads from your chest cavity to regions it has no right to be in. and when you expect him to fix your hold on him, to shrug off your head from his shoulder, he gives you no reaction. something that both makes your nerves burn and grow cold at the same time

when he pulls into your driveway, pulling himself off of the bike first, his fingers rubbing against your chin as he undoes the clip keeping the helmet steady on your head. helping your drunken hands pull it off your head-there's a moment where his eyes catch on your outfit. like he's really taking it in now, letting his eyes drag along your exposed thigh, before that signature scowl is pulling a shadow over his eyes again

"your father home?"

"no."

"do you need help inside?"

yes. is the first thing that comes to mind. yes, please. a heat bringing itself to your cheeks when you internally shame yourself for it. lock away somewhere in your brain that tipsy you cannot be trusted to think clearly-normally. and there's a split second where you think maybe he's shaming himself for something, that the two of you are sharing the same thought, the same link to something that maybe has always been there but you've stuffed away because it was better that way-proper, normal. with the way he's just staring at you

"no." you say again. your tongue feeling heavy and dry in your mouth as you swallow and force yourself to look away from him. brace your hands on the bike to pull yourself from it but end up catching your foot and ending up where you shouldn't be: in his arms. your palms once again finding themselves pressed to his front as he wraps an arm around you to stop you from planting yourself on the harsh pavement

"let me walk you inside." he says low and gruff against your temple. your insides turning into liquid compliance as you nod without a second thought. his breath heavily fanning itself across your skin as it takes a minute, two, three, before he's pulling you from his chest and holding your wrist to help you inside

once you're inside he drops your wrist, doesn't speak, just watches as you move on wobbly legs to the stairs. the pathetic thought to trip, to plummet yourself down the steps in hopes he'll touch you again, is volleying itself back and forth between just running up the stairs and sleeping this off and waking up to whatever this tension-filled-air-and insanity going on in your head-is gone

"thank you," you send over your shoulder as your fingers have a death grip on the railing. forcing yourself to surface a smile that you know probably looks as ridiculous as it feels to your burning cheeks

namor hums, nods, keeps his eyes on every step you take up the stairs, hype focused incase you fall-you assume. "do you need me to stay?"

you know he means it politely. not in the way your body is currently taking it, he's your dads friend, besides tonight he's barely shown you a kindness besides a pressed smile. you really need to sleep. need to reset your mind back to normal because his words shouldn't stop you in your tracks. have your body internally clenching at the intensity of his stare, from the glint in them that you're definitely imagining when you watch him move closer to the bottom of the steps-because you probably look like a tripping hazard right now

"do you want to stay?" the words leave your mouth before that last sober cell in your body can stop them-stop you from making a fool out of yourself

"i want you to be safe." he replies simply. you don't know why the answer only fills you with disappointment. i'll be fine, leaving your lips as you quickly take the rest of the steps up to your room. ignore the way you feel foolish and silly as you slip into bed

a silly feeling that still lingers when you walk down stairs the next morning to see a rumpled sheet and blanket on the couch deserted, and the smell of food coming from the kitchen. a sticky note stuck to a plate covered in foil on the counter: eat. simple. to the point. but still bringing a smile to your lips and those silly feelings imbedding themselves into your marrow

turning into something burning and aching when you see him again. when he drops something off for your dad and he's nowhere to be found in sight. when the two of you are stuck in the kitchen together, a heavy silence weighing down the air that seems to suck itself from your lungs the longer the two of you just stand here. the longer he keeps looking anywhere but you as his grip tightens on the neck of the beer you offered him-mentioning your father would be home any minute now

"thank you for staying, and for the food."

a nod. curt. ever him.

"you didn't have to help me-"

"think so little of me?"

"that's-i didn't mean it like that-i-" you want to state how he's avoided you like the plague before that. how his face morphs into a scowl when you enter the same room as him. how you are certain he hates you, still think that, just maybe a little less after helping you

"you need better friends." he repeats himself from the other night. making an annoyance shift your emotions

"so does my father."

the snort he lets out from under his breath shocks you, as does the pull of the corner of his mouth in the smallest-genuine-smiles you've ever seen him give you. it makes your stomach swoop

"i'm glad you called me."

"that's hard to believe. i'm confident this is the most you've spoken to me in a span of minutes." you joke, the corner of his mouth pulling into a full grin that makes you upset you've never seen him smile before this-has he always been this handsome?

"and here i thought you were a smart girl." the words would wound you if he wasn't staring at you like that over the bottle pressed to his lips. how even when he sets it back on the counter his eyes are still boring into your very being, right to that part of your body that you're understanding now has always wanted him. that you slowly realize, after much analysis to everything that happened the other night: the look in his eyes, the grip he had on your body to make sure you were kept safe, how he didn't even second guess or ask questions when you called, just demanding to know where you were, and to wait for him-that he was coming to get you and that was that

and it’s like a domino effect because now all you can think about is the stolen glances you’ve let go unnoticed, that you’ve chalked up to some festering dislike he may have had for you. how quickly his eyes shifted away from you when your father was in the room, how you’d look over and see him already looking at you when your father was distracted-that scowling coming back, the swivel of his head away from you almost something you’d see a frustrated animal do

maybe you weren’t as smart as either of you thought. or maybe being blind to something you both ignored was better than doing something you’d possibly regret later

if it were that, the fear of betrayal and regret, it didn’t seem to have any place in the room as you watch him finish his beer, walk around the counter to stand in front of you. reaching past you-your chests touching for half a second, your breath getting caught in your lungs-as he sets the empty bottle beside the sink behind you. and when you expect him to move away, to bid you goodbye, you feel his finger under your chin lifting your gaze from the floor. his deep brown eyes sucking every last potential breath from your lungs, your back digging into the edge of the counter as you try to ground yourself, try to settle the burning nerves that are making it hard for your brain to function right now

“if it was only me, all this time, tell me right now.”

you don’t need him to elaborate, there’s no need for explanation, you read through his words, the knowledge sitting heavy in your lower belly; the fear of shaking your head and having him stop touching you stops you from moving, a barely audible “no. not just you” falling from your parted lips

lips that his thumb presses into, your bottom lip met with the pad of his thumb as he rubs along it. throat bobbing with a hard swallow, eyes flashing from your mouth to your eyes. you want to ask why now? what changed? why throw both your dignities to the wind and say fuck it? but the look of stern-protection he showed the other night each time he looked at you, like he was fighting with himself with being upset at himself and upset at you for not having better friends, for putting yourself in a potential bad situation. you know why now

“if i keep touching you-if i let myself cross that line-i’ll never stop.”

“what if i don’t want you to stop?”

“you’ll have to beg me to.”

“i won’t.”

his front is completely pressed to yours, a thigh between your parted legs, forehead on yours as you see the internal battle going on in his expressions, in his heavy breaths, in how he keeps dipping his mouth down to yours only to pull it away at the last minute, “you need to.”

“i need you.”

and it’s those magic words that have him cupping your face in his hands and pressing his lips to yours in a rough kiss of passion-every lick into your mouth, every bite at your bottom lip, the moans he swallows down from your throat, speaking silent words of how long he’s waited to have you like this.

#namor x reader #namor x you #namor x y/n #namor fic #namor x fem!reader #namor headcanon #namor x f!reader #namor imagine #black panther fanfic #namor headcanons #black panther imagine #namor fanfic #namor fanfiction #black panther fic #dbf!namor

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saturngoldenchild · 3 years ago

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Astrology observations:

Today in honor of the hyyh era🥳 thank you guys for supporting my posts. I love it here.

one thing about Aquarius placements…they know everybody. I can confirm. I can assure you I know someone who knows someone who can get what you need done. They only got a few friends tho and their 3 friends are always mad confused on who all these people are. And they’re just like 😃 what u mean?? True social butterflies, the get along with everybody. I always think of Megan thee stallion and taehyung as examples. People have spoken about how Megan is friendly with everyone and it helped her career so much and Tae…that man ain’t got not shame he comes up to everyone.

Another thing I’ve noticed about air placements too…they’re gonna have fun. It doesn’t matter what’s going on, where they are, they’re gonna have a good time. “Oh we going grocery shopping?? Bet” they’re gonna have everyone laughing and enjoying that trip. Same with sag but them mfs always wanna be the funniest in the room 😑 it’s not that deep just be urself. If it’s a party Libra brings the drinks and helps everyone with their make up, Gemini tells the jokes, and Aquarius gives us a show.

A leo sun is going to be super shy n quiet until all the attention is on them lmao. I have this friend who never speaks like ever…give this boy the opportunity to tell a story

U cancer moon, rising, moon in the 1st bitches always looking like a Pixar movie baby. The cutest cheeks and eyes like they can’t hurt a fly.

Earth placements are hedonistic. They like nice things, they like luxury. They take a lot of life’s aspects seriously so whatever it is that makes them happy…They like to make good moments last very long. You already know what that means for an earth mars so I’m not even gonna type it 🙄

Libra risings will be thick. That’s it.

Fixed Venus people cant be subtle to save their life 😭😭 these mfs be so direct, when they like someone they like them and it’ll show whether intentional or not.

Cancer sun women can be the biggest gossipers omg they know everyone’s business

Every Pisces woman I’ve met has a very cute high pitched voice. They’re adorable. They will kill u if u try them.

Venus ruled suns so possessive 😭😭 they always look like they wish a bitch would try something like calm down. And this is with everything. One of my friends is a Taurus and they give the most nasty looks to anyone who bothers me😭 they’re so sweet until then…their whole demeanor changes. I JUST WANTED TO LET YOU KNOW HES MINE. NO HES MINE YOU NEED TO GIVE IT UUUUUUP

- sorry. Next.

NO HOLD ON. A mix of Virgo n Scorpio y’all are not safe either 👀 huffing n puffing over nothing

- now next

Earth mercury singers have a lot of vocal control. They also tend to preserve their voices very well, the older they get the better and more stable they sound.

The other day I went to a restaurant with my friends. A virgo, a Taurus, a Capricorn…argued on who pays for 5 minutes straight.

I know they say u match with the sign in ur 7th but y’all…😭😭 i can’t do a Virgo romantically. Or can I?????? All the ones I’ve met are fine. I’m conflicted. Y’all are too bossy.

Capricorns and Tauruses cannot be kept away from each other u can’t convince me otherwise. They’re the perfect match.

Water placements…😃 so when are we gonna talk about them friends u give therapy to just to ditch u after. CANCER/PISCES MOONS IM LOOKING STRAIGHT AT U.

Saturn square mars so blunt 😭 quick example: Tyler, the creator. Enough said.

Leo and Aquarius will always fangirl together and it’s the cutest thing. They can discuss a performance/ piece of art/ artist for hours.

One thing about Virgo, aqua, Gemini placements…if it’s not hard to understand they don’t get it 😭😭 thing is if doesn’t challenge them they either don’t put the brain cells to work or are just lazy about it.

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mintchanniemint · 2 years ago

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i wish you’d write a comfort fic where reader is sick and minho’s random ass decides to check their temperature by kissing their forehead 🤗

wordcount: 700

Lee Minho x reader

thank u anon!!!! it's really short but I hope you like it! It might become a proper fic if anyone would like to read it, ngl (or it might lead to me creating a specific Minho au and make it a series lmao)

beep… beep…beep…

“Uh… amazing, I’m sick.”You grumbled, dramatically letting the tiny thermometer slip from your hand on the soft bed sheets covering you. You couldn’t move much, since you also lazily left your phone on the pillow right next to your head, the screen showing an ongoing phone call.

“What else were you expecting after spending a whole day in the rain because you were too lazy to bring an umbrella-”

“Oh, I was pretty sure I called Minho, not my mother?”

You were able to joke before you started coughing. You groaned out of pain, you really didn’t think that you’d catch a cold because of a simple rainy day.

You replied with a faint “mh”, slowly nodding as if he could see you. A smile gradually painted your lips as you felt your cheeks getting warmer, not sure if it was the cold or the affectionate attention you were looking forward to getting soon.

Suddenly, Minho’s tone switched, making him sound more serious.

“Alright, no need to ask once more, I’m on my way. Text me whatever you want me to buy you, ‘kay?”

━━━━━━

After the call ended, you made sure to text him, your fingers slowly tapping on the screen of your phone as you messily wrote a small list of things you needed, from ice-cream to that one soup Minho once made you a few months ago.

He joked about the exaggerated amount of typos in your message, to which you just replied with a sticker of a cartoon-styled cat with a cute pout.

“Oh look, the lazy ass that caught a cold.”

It was in moments like this that you were glad you got Minho a spare-key to your apartment. As your cold was getting worse, just the thought of getting out of bed to open the door felt unbearable.

In a few minutes, though, your tired eyes met with his pretty and teasing gaze, making it feel like refreshing air suddenly entered your room.

You groaned in response at his teasing remark, hiding your face under the blankets and turning around, doing your best to hide the smile, although your voice made you give yourself away as soon as you opened your mouth.

“Did you bring everything?”Your voice reached his ears in a muffled tone, as you let your face meet the soft pillow next to you.

“I did, I did. The ice-cream is in the freezer, I still don’t understand this sudden urge to get pudding- oh, today must be your lucky day somehow. I found all the ingredients for my super special, cool and lazy ass-proof soup. So, dinner is saved.”

You fixed yourself on the bed, now sitting comfortably with two pillows behind your back. You looked at him and slowly raised your arm, as if you were trying to reach him. He noticed as soon as he left a little bag of medicines on the bedside table and a smile bloomed on his soft lips.

Your hands met in what you called your “secret-not so secret- handshake”: a handshake you would change nearly everyday, sometimes it’s just a high-five, sometimes it gets even more complicated and ridiculous.

This time, though, it was simply your fingers brushing against each other, before letting them slowly intertwine.

Was it the cold getting worse? The attention being more than what you expected? Both? You really couldn't tell.

Your half-lidded gaze rested on your hands laced together, before you suddenly felt a soft touch on your forehead.

Minho leaned to give you a kiss on the forehead, and your cheeks felt even warmer than before.

You found yourself mumbling and tripping on your own words, not really knowing what to say, making Minho giggle at your reaction.

“Yeah, your cold is quite bad- but worry not! You’re in my hands now.”

“That sounded like a threat for a second-”

“Don’t you dare leave this bed!”

He looked at you with a dramatically exaggerated tone in his voice, before leaving another quick peck on your cheek and letting go of your hand.

You were left alone in your room, the distant sound of some chopping and sweet humming from Minho in the kitchen reached your ears before you allowed yourself to drift off and rest, your last thought being that you were lowkey glad that you forgot your umbrella the previous day.

#stray kids imagines #lee know imagines #stray kids fluff #lee know fluff #lee know x reader #stayhavennet #stray kids x reader #skz imagines #stray kids #lee know #skz

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theoneeyedwriter · 4 years ago

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writing characters with one eye

i can pretty much guarantee that ↑that↑ is not a heading you see everyday.

now i will not be giving advice on writing cyclopses, (though it may be sort of the same thing) i still hope this will be helpful for some people out there that are looking to provide a more diverse cast to their wip!

i have never ever ever read a book, watch a show movie etc etc that involves a character with one eye. (aside from those badass characters who wear eye patches bc they lost sight in one eye in some badass way)

for context: i am one of many people who was born with microphtalmia, an eye disease that results in one or both eyes develope smaller than normal at birth. i myself was born with a smaller left eye, which resulted in my left eye being removed exactly twenty days after birth.

microphthalmia (along with many other eye diseases) typically leads to being half or fully blind. i lucked out and only lost my left eye which i am so so thankful for.

i would really really love to see more representation for my community in literature, especially so people would come to see that being half blind isn’t as unusual and weird as people make it out to be.

without further ado, i present to you, a list of information, facts, and first hand experiences from yours truly!

i’ve had prosthetic eyes made to fit my eye socket for about fifteen years (i’m 16 lol) (the first 6ish months after the surgery i never had a prosthetic)

in my life i’ve had four different prosthetic eyes made because just like other people, my eye socket grew alongside the rest of me, meaning the prosthetic needed to be made bigger

i’ve had my current prosthetic for four years now, the past ones lasted about 2-3 years at a time. this one will probably last me through the rest of my life unless i need/want a new one

as opposed to most media/assumptions, my prosthetic (along with most prosthetics) is PLASTIC (people always think it’s glass) and only half a circle!!

i’ve had three surgeries related to my eye

i do not have depth perception which makes doing certain things very difficult (estimating distance, how close/far i am from something etc)

driving is not affected too much, i just have to turn my head more than other people. i believe being blind in the right eye might be more difficult, but i couldn’t say

doing my make up is kinda easy, except for eyeliner is a pain in the ASS since most people close their eye to do it on their upper lid, but clearly i can’t close my right eye whilst doing it lol

my family as well as my friends and even myself often forget i have a prosthetic, which sometimes results in awkward/funny situations

i hate walking with people on my right bc i can’t tell where they are unless i’m constantly looking down at my/their feet

i sucked at basketball bc i had such a disadvantage (no depth perception, i could only see half the court, i was constantly turning my head) but professional swimming is much easier for me since it’s not a contact sport and doesn’t really require for me to be paying attention to a million things at once

i rarely have to take my prosthetic out, and if i do, it’s either to clean it, (we do get eye crusties on our prosthetics just like other people do when they have pink eye or sever allergies) it’s bothering me/really dry, or i want to take it out to show/scare people lol

a lot of people don’t realize when i first meet them that it’s fake bc my recent prosthetic is amazing accurate to my real eye. others notice and assume i have a lazy eye since it doesn’t move

for some reason people think i can’t cry out of my left (prosthetic) eye??? i still have a tear duct??? i actually think more tears come out of my left tear duct than my right lol

i am extremely self conscious about it, but i know there are other one-eyed beauties out there who aren’t which is amazing!! i try to live vicariously through them lol

i make sooo many jokes about my eye lol, and i’m usually ok w other people making jokes as long as they aren’t like overly rude/offensive, then i’ll feel a lil bad about my self

people never really made fun of it, but kids in middle school likes to wave things in front of my left eye/on my left side that i couldn’t see which got really annoying after a while

getting custom designed prosthetics are available, but they’re really expensive (so are normal lol) they costs thousands of dollars, just like other prosthetics do

i run into things that are on my left side ALL THE TIME it’s actually kinda funny lolol

i try to hide my left eye/turn more to my left side in photos bc my eyes aren’t always looking in the same direction, which really gets to me

i wear glasses for both protection and bc my right eye is -1.75 lmao but i did used to wear non-prescription glasses purely for safety

i do have contacts to wear during the summer, swim meets etc, for when i don’t want/can’t wear my glasses but need to see. bc of this, i have a second pair of glasses that have no prescription

if doctors/scientists managed to figure out a way to fix microphthalmia (a birth defect), or do a sort of eye transplant, i would not be able to have that done to me because all parts of my left eye have been removed from my body

microphthalmia is NOT the only disease that results in the haver losing sight in one or both eyes!! there are many others, but it is not my place to share any experiences for something i have not experienced!!!

for once i just want to see a clumsy character who has one eye that WASNT a result of some tragic event.

so please please please consider including a character with one working eye in your wip. it would mean the world to myself and all the other members of the community (there’s a lot of us, trust me) plus, i wouldn’t mind starting an acting debut playing a half-blind female protagonist, that would be so dope.

that’s about all i can think of for now! please send an ask or reply to this post if you have any questions, i’m willing to answer any!!! and if you happen to be a member of the one eye club, please add to this post!! that would mean the world to me:)

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m3dardas · 3 years ago

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BOULEVARDIER.

part four of whiskey sour

minors do not interact 18+ only

modern!violet x fem!reader

warnings: cute date stuff, intoxication, cute banter, fluff, friends to LOVERS... oh and smut, facesitting, fingering, oral (fem!reciving).

blurb: you and your favorite roommate go out to finally get to know each other more, ending with a very touchy evening.

author’s note: ok now this is probably the last part and it’s long so so grab a snack!! this IS NOT PROOFREAD IM LAZY. also, thank you all for reading and enjoyingggg <3 btw vi looks so hot in this pic yet so funny lmao

“I think I’m going to stick with being a lover... Not a fighter.”

You were doubled over, leaning on your knees to catch your breath. Violet was a boxer for reason — just how you were a bartender for a reason. What she called a date, was wearing you out in the worst way possible. But, somehow, you enjoyed it.

Even though, you were sweating your ass off.

Violet seemed to get a huge kick out of it, too. She held up two rectangular pads that were slid over her hands. She’d instructed for you to punch the pads giving everything you had. The pink-haired riled you up just so you release and punch the pads with all your might.

“It’s hard to believe that you’re a lover and not a fighter.” Violet snorted, stepping back and dropping her padded hands. You dropped you jaw, still huffing and puffing to bring air back into your lungs. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“Did I not immediately offer you a place to stay? That’s pretty loving if you ask me.” You stood up, placing your hands on the skin of your exposed hips. Violet did that thing again where it seemed like she towered over you. She stepped closer to you, “Loving, huh?” only to walk past you.

She took off the pads, placing next to a platform — also known as a boxing ring. You followed, rolling your eyes. “Loving as in, I care about you and don’t want you on the street shaking a cup for change — I thought we’ve already talked about that.” Violet hopped into the platform, reaching her hand down to you. You giggled, taking it gently.

She pulled you up, placing a comforting hand on your waist briefly. “Thanks for the sentiment.” Violet gave a slightly awkward tight-lipped smile. She walked to the side picking up two padded helmets.

Her exposed skin was misted with perspiration. Fair skin slightly flushed from the little amount of exercise. Her tattoos showing down the back of her biceps and peeking around the nape of her neck. Violet was obviously in her element, and was feeling really comfortable. You could tell by the looseness of her walk — it was very cool. She was even flirting with you a little bit.

It was really hot, but you were trying to take this slow. Get to the girl in another way than what you were used to. Trying.

Vi placed one of them on your head, staring into your eyes with ultimate interest. Ugh, her eyes were just so... Gorgeous to look into. It wasn’t the color or the coolness of them — they were just naturally sparkly. They glimmered and they gleamed. And it made your stomach jump in circles.

“Alright, you wanted to learn how to fight. So, we’re gonna do some sparring — now that you’ve got some technique under your belt.” She tapped your head, then put hers on. Violet was really submitting to the teacher role. Because you’re you, this was the perfect date. Seeing her be as happy as she was — that was the real beauty of it.

Also, how could you really learn anything when she was looking at you the way she was.

She’d wrapped your fists when you first arrived, super slow, creating conversation. All to prepare you for this moment, right here.

To fight your date — or, to spar your date.

“Okay, paws up.” Vi instructed, putting up her fists. You mirrored her, only for her to put them back down. Like a copycat, you did the same but she shook her head. “No, keep ‘em up. I’m just comin’ over to fix your stance.”

There was a look of concentration as she walked towards, analyzing you body. She sauntered behind you, placing her hands on your shoulders. Then, placed them on your hips. Violet squatted to adjust your feet, pushing one foot upwards inline with your shoulder. “Awe, look at you, helping your date out with her stance.” You teased, looking down at her.

She glanced back up at you with a crooked smile. “I gotta help my girl out. Can’t have her looking foolish in streets — being that I’m the one that taught her.” She stood up, immediately widening her eyes at her words.

“Hm. Your girl?” You raised an eyebrow, tilting your head. Violet was about to correct her words, already shaking her head. “Well-“

“No, I like it. It’s easy on the ears.” And it definitely heated you up a little bit — atop of the defined tatted muscles in your face.

She walked back over, blush rising onto her freckled cheeks under the helmet. “Now, fight me, hot stuff.” You grinned, prepared to take on the challenge. “And don’t go easy on me.”

“I’m definitely going easy on you, y/n. After all, this is a date.”

“You’re right it’s probably for the best.” You sighed, shrugging. While your ego demanded that she treat you like any other brawler, so you could thoroughly try to whoop her ass — it wouldn’t make sense. You just learned all this stuff, and she’s been doing it for years. In the streets too, for some of them.

Violet chortled to herself, curving her shoulders inwards awaiting your advance. Not going to lie, you were a little nervous. Even after growing up in Zaun, you realized fighting wasn’t your thing. That doesn’t mean you haven’t did it all, though. You just didn’t make it your career.

You threw the first punch, but it was weak and she dodged. Of course, it was weak — you didn’t really want to hit her. Even if you did put up the front that you were going to kick her ass. “Come on, y/n. That’s all you got?” She spoke behind her padded fists.

Huffing, you did another, but she missed. You cursed under your breath. “Remember what I told you. Don’t throw your fist, bring it down — hard.” Violet instructed, navigating on her toes.

She had to have been expecting you to punch in the same spot, since you already did it twice. So, instead, you thrusted your fist into her side with much more force. It knocked some air out of her, a smile peeling onto her scarred lips. “Atta girl.”

Yeah, she should say that again... Sometime.

That must’ve been her green light to start participating. She lightly thrusted her fist towards your padded head.

You were managing her hits, and she was definitely managing yours. You’ve come to realize sparring is actually fun. Boxing itself... Not so much. It permanently bruised and cut up your face. Violet may look good with it, but you weren’t too sure about yourself.

Sweat dribbled down your forehead, heaving slightly. You just know you’re going to wake up sore as hell — all the muscles in your body were working overtime. But you wanted to keep up with the hot girl who was teaching you. And you were doing a damn good job, until she knock you in the face a bit harder than she intended.

Because you’re dramatic, and love to get rises out of people — you fell to the ground. Maybe even producing a convincing sound of pain. Violet hit the parting on your head, not you. You just happen to be an amazing actress.

Violet swears, running over to you. Her eyes nearly welling up in tears. “Oh, my G-God — y/n, are you okay? I’m so sorry.” She takes the patted helmet off, picking up your head. “Fuck, this was such a shitty date.” You had closed your eyes, scrunching up your eyebrows. A slow smile grew on you lips, causing the young woman hovering over you to sigh.

“I didn’t think it was shitty.” You opened your happy eyes, wrapping your hand around her wrist.

“You’re the worst.” She let go of your head, allowing your hand to slide from her wrist to her hand, pulling you up. “We should probably head out.” Violet took off her helmet. There was a slight look of regret in her smokey eyes. The pink-haired was so easy to read — she wore every emotion possible on her features. And in her shoulders.

She’d turned her back, walking to the corner of the boxing ring. She began unwrapping her hands, rolling her shoulders every two seconds. You sighed, approaching her from behind. Placing one of you wrapped hands on her shoulder, you slid yourself into the corner she was trying to hide in.

“Vi... We were sparring. You were supposed to hit me.” You rubbed your thumb against her dewy skin, peering into her dilated eyes. “I actually find it really endearing that you’re a little upset for punching me — I’m glad you care.” You laugh, trying to lighten the mood. You drift your hand up to her face, your thumb caressing her freckled check.

You leaned forward pressing a soft kiss to her cheek, sliding your hand down her defined shoulder. “I’m happy you took me here.”

“I’m glad you liked it — most people don’t like this stuff.”

“Whose most people?” You raised a teasing eyebrow, parting your lips slightly.

“Obviously, not you.” Violet grinned, leaning against the ropes of the ring. You nodded, smiling just as large. “Obviously.”

Violet reached for your hands to help take off your wraps. You willingly placed your hand into hers, her thumb briefly rubbing over your knuckles. “Does this mean I’m up for teaching you how to make drinks?” You lifted your brows, as her fingers worked to untie the material from between your fingers.

She hummed, glancing up at you through her thick eyelashes. “I mean, if you want. But no pressure.”

“Of course, I want to.” You grinned, as she let go of your hands.

“You’re not too tired from this? I wouldn’t wanna ware you out.”

Your date hopped down from the platform first, taking your hand to help you down. Despite her harsh exterior, she was such a softy. Easily flustered, stumbling with her words — and sometimes had the charm of a gentleman. Which you hoped to see more of tonight. You narrowed your eyes at her, squeezing her hand. "I can handle being a little worn out."

She blew raspberries out of her lips, holding up her hands. “Shit, my bad.” A smirk pulling onto her scarred lips.

“But, let’s get outta here before I change my mind.” You took her hand again, pulling her outside of the gym. Intertwining your fingers while you walked to car. Violet did have other plan for the two of you, but she wasn’t going to say anything right away. The pink-haired wasn’t lying when she said she wanted to take advantage of all the time the two of you could finally have.

The more time you spent with her, the more you were beginning to like her. You’ve practically had a thing for her ever since her third visit to the Whiskey Lantern. She was just so effortlessly her — it was adorable. And you might’ve had a thing for the brawny type.

The drive back to the apartment definitely added to the experience. It was karaoke night in that vehicle. The both of you singing terribly — purposely. Or she was just a terrible singer and didn’t want to admit it.

Once the two of you got home, you hopped into the shower. Just to remove the smell of sweat and exercising equipment from your skin. You told her to meet you in the kitchen, so you could teach her how to make some of drinks you make at work.

Unbeknownst to the other idea that Violet had planned for later that night, you threw on some cute but comfortable pajamas. Heavy on the cute. Technically, this was still apart of the date. So, you threw on a pair of thin slinky shorts — that happened to be pretty short. Wearing a cut wifebeater that exposed a good portion of your abdomen. You topped off the flirty set with your usual fuzzy socks and a pair of house slippers.

The house was a lot colder than you anticipated.

You didn’t leave your room until you sprayed the only expensive perfume you owned on your neck, creases of your elbows, and behind your knees. You were prepared to be a walking aroma of irresistibly. Before you left your room, you peeked out seeing, her door shut. She was probably changing, and her bathroom wasn’t inside of her room like it was yours.

You trotted to the kitchen, pulling out a few of your cocktail ingredients. There wasn’t as much as there was at the bar, but there was a good amount. Sometimes you’d host parties at your house — when you had the time. Or if you catered for a Piltovian event, you bring some of your own favored brands.

A sigh fell from you lips as you, took to the chalkboard in your kitchen. You wanted to make this lesson less wordy, and more hands on. Writing down the measurements of the three drinks you were going to make, would be a lot easier. Then, in between the two of you could... You know, talk.

The powder had dusted into your hands as you wrote neatly on the rough black patch on you wall between your cabinets.

The door to Vi’s room had opened, revealing her much fresher body. Seemingly, the two of you were thinking the same on the base of looking cute and comfortable. The only difference is that she wore a pair of maroon fitted boxer briefs. Paired with a grey wifebeater — which was longer than yours. The only skin that was showing was her firm legs and muscular arms. Her dark magenta hair was wet, and the front was pulled back with a clip. Little pieces finding their way out around her face.

She even smelled just as good.

The scent was different though, but just as irresistible. It had a masculine twang to it — teakwood combined with smell of a fireplace on a cold winter’s day. Maybe with even a hint of tobacco. You turned around with a smile, just as you were setting out glasses.

“You ready for the coolest lesson of your life?”

Violet rounded the island, walking with a casual coolness that excited you. She sauntered, her hands swinging by her rounded sides. The pink-haired leaned her butt against the counter, placing her hands on the cool cement behind her. “Fuck yeah, I am.” She smirked coolly, making ripples of attraction run through you.

You hummed, “That’s the spirit.” taking the bucket of nicely sliced ice that you already in your freezer.

“Wow, you really set this up for me.” Violet picked up one of the short square glasses, surveying the bottles of liquor.

“Yup, and if you haven’t noticed... Most of the bottles are different types of whiskey. Because I know that’s your favorite.” You paused, eyeing her with a teasing grin. “My apologies for not having Jägermeister.”

The pink-haired chuckled shaking her head. “Look, I don’t like it that much. I was just... Wanting to try something new.” Violet shrugged, raising her thick eyebrows. You looked over, crossing your arms under your chest. “Hm. Seems like it. Especially, with Elora being your bartender...”

“I feel betrayed, Vi.”

“I was actually hoping you would.” She rocked on her feet, looking off into the ceiling. Your mouth dropped open, a humored scoff emitting. “So, you were being just as scheme-y as me?”

“Potentially,” Violet shrugged, walking closer to you and the chalkboard. “What’s this you got here? Our agenda?” She scanned over your neat handwriting, with bits of admiration. Everything about you seemed seamlessly elegant.

Everything that she was not — which was quite intimidating. “Yeah, it’s what we’re gonna be making.” You kicked off the counter, grazing your fingers along her exposed shoulder. Violet’s heart warmed at your drinks of choice, seeing how they all revolved around whiskey. The pinky was a whiskey girl through and through — and it was endearing to se you notice that.

After all, she was your favorite regular at the start.

She then followed behind you, back to the station with all the glasses and bottles of alcohol. “So, when your making alcoholic drinks, most of the time, you actually want people to enjoy them.” You pause, nodding towards the whiskey bottles. “Especially, when it comes to whiskey. That’s the type of ingredient people prefer to enjoy — but, I’m sure you know that already.”

She nodded, simply listening to your spiel. Something about you going into full teaching mode was so... So... Hot, to her. Your eyebrows moved with intention, while you explained what made each of the whiskey’s different. You even managed to allow her to taste each and every one of them. “A big part of bartending is know what your using to make the drinks. Tasting is always considered the best part of learning.” You grinned, taking sips of the rye whiskey — watching her do the same.

“Now, first up... We’re making a Boulevardier. It’s like a Negroni, but with more of a bitter taste.”

“Ooh, it sounds... Fancy.” Violet squints her eyes, leaning against the counter. You snicker, pulling all the ingredients in front of you. “It does, doesn’t it? I mean, it kind of is — look at this glass.” You hold up the petite glass — that resembled a much shorter wine glass. The bowl wasn’t as tall, and was much wider.

Violet picked up her own by the stem. “It’s... James Bond-y.”

“It’s definitely James Bond-y.”

You grab two mixing cups, placing one in front of her. “Okay, so, this isn’t a drink that needs to be shaken. It’s stirred — pretty classy, huh.”

You’ve made this drink a few times for mostly Piltover natives. It was sophisticated, but incredibly strong. Like a punch to the face with every sip — at the same time, refreshing. While you preferred other drinks for yourself, this one was still such a great option. It’s an undercover route to getting absolutely plastered in a short time.

As the teacher, you show your student first. Pouring the ingredients in rather quickly. Earlier you had witnessed Violet in her element, and now it was her turn to see you in yours. Her eyes glistened as you spoke quickly, with your hands moving even quicker. You finished with skinning an orange peel to twist and drop inside of the mixture. “Wanna taste it?” You offered, holding up the drink.

“Sure.” Violet leaned forward, allowing you to feed her the Boulevardier. She took a swig, shutting her eyes tightly. A giggle fell from your lips, taking a sip from from the glass yourself. The flavor shot through you like a rocket. “Damn, that’s strong. I love it.” The pink-haired, nodded blowing air from her mouth. “Can I have another?” She leaned forward, for you feed her some more.

“Violet, how about you make your own — then, you can taste it however many times you choose.”

“Yes, ma’am.” She feigned a childish look, peering down at her empty mixing glass. “Where do I start?” She immediately looks to you, with anxious eyes.

“With whatever. As long as it tastes good.” You shrug, glancing down at her confused hands. Violet looked back at you, egging you to tell her specifically. Rolling your eyes with a smile, you instructed. She simply just wanted to hear your direction. “Fine, the vermouth.” You slide the glass bottle over towards her, eyeing her with amused irises. The pink-haired glanced over to the chalkboard with the measurements. Putting her bottom lip between her teeth.

You warmly chuckled, watching her with dreamy eyes. “You’re cute when you’re all focused.” You smile. “You get a little wrinkle between your eyebrows.” You gesture with your finger, pushing between your own eyebrows. Violet scoffs, switching bottles to pour the next ingredient in.

“Thanks for pointing out my wrinkle.”

“You’re welcome. It’s really fuckin’ cute.” You sipped your Boulevardier, gazing at her through your eyelashes. The booze was getting to you a little bit, but you were a champ. There’s no way that it can take ahold of you like it used to.

She begins mixing her concoction, looking over to you as you steadily sipped at your drink. “What made you decide to be a bartender, y/n?” Violet inquired, glancing down at her sloshing creation. You slightly hid behind the small glass, keeping it under your chin.

“My mom used to run this liquor company — it was illegal.” Vi laughed under her breath. “And I used to steal some of the bottles, and make terrible cocktails with them. I mean absolutely horrid.” You took another sip of the Boulevardier, watching as she strained her drink into the similar glass as yours. “She made sure to tell me just how bad they were — just so I could get better. So we could be a powerful mother-daughter duo... Taking Zaun and Piltover by storm.”

You giggled, taking another sip. “Then, she got arrested — you might know her!” You point out with raised eyebrows. Eyes glancing down at her fingers peeling the orange. She dropped the twisted skin into the glass, picking it up between two fingers. “You’re a funny drunk, y/n.”

“I’m not drunk... I’m moderately tipsy. Drink up, so you can catch up.”

“Let’s see,” Vi sighs, taking a sip of her own drink. You watch as she taps her tongue against the roof of her mouth to really taste it. Her eyes slightly twitching at the bitterness. She frowns, impressed with her own work. Violet pushes it towards you to taste, you leaning forward to allow her to feed it to you.

“Holy shit, you’re a natural, Violet!” You cheered, holding up your hand to high-five her. “Maybe, until you find another trainer and promoter — you should consider working for the Whiskey Lantern.” The alcohol was definitely getting to you, because you haven’t drank alcohol in awhile. But, you meant what you said — or maybe you just wanted to be around her twenty-four seven.

Normally, first timers don’t make drinks as good as hers. Violet may have added a bit more Vermouth to the drink that advised, it still was a total hit. “You don’t mean that.” She shook her head, leaning her hip against the counters

“I do, though. I would love to have you.” It took a minute for you to process what you said, but then you went back to correct it. “We would love to have you.” Internally, you punched the air. The boulevardier was definitely loosening your screws. “We could literally carpool to work.”

“Carpooling with you would be a good time guaranteed.”

“I fucking know.”

As the alcohol in your system increased, so did the possibility of you swearing. Of course, you cursed like any other human in the world — but when you were drunk... That’s a whole other beast. Violet sipped at hers, beginning to feel the very buzz you were experiencing a few minutes ago. “But, I mean, spending time with you in general is a guaranteed good time.”

“I could say the same for you, Vi. And you’re easy on the eyes — which is double threat.” Your strides were short and slow, as you downed your drink to place it on the counter. Approaching your date, which only took a few steps, you placed a gentle hand on her bicep. A high pitched laugh falls from your lips, ceased by the coverage of your fingers. You scrunched your eyebrows, looking at the dazing pink-haired. “Are you flexing..?”

She looked around, resisting a smile on her scarred lips. “No.”

“You so are!” You smacked her arm playfully. “You’re lucky you’re hot. You can easily get away with this stuff.”

“You think I’m hot?”

“I know you’re hot.” You respond, indefinitely. There was no arguing with Violet’s appearance. She was absolutely stunning and you wondered if she knew that. The pink-haired had already made some sort of assumption that she had no chance with you — when she could get anyone.

Violet downs her boulevardier, placing it behind her. Your hand drifting up her arm, feeling the divots of her sculpted muscles. Traveling up, lightly with your fingers, you curved over her shoulder — advancing towards her jaw. Running your thumb over her sharp jawline, completely entranced by her simple but sharp features. “Do you know just how gorgeous you really are, Violet?”

Your question had leaned away from humorously drunken — to drunkenly introspective. She shrugged in response. Delivering a weak smile — that exposed her.

Your thumb ran over the scar on her top lip, then to the one in her eyebrow. “Everything about you... It’s just... So real. And raw.” Her eyebrows furrowed, hands latching onto your hips — pulling you closer towards her body. “I’ve never seen anyone fight like you before — I went to one of your matches.”

Her face scrunched up. “Wait, you did? Why didn’t you say anything?” Violet questioned, subconsciously leaning closer to your face. You shrugged, a sly smile on your lips. You went to see what all the hype was about. Her face was on every building and light post, so you snuck out of work just to a glimpse.

“I told my co-worker I was having period diarrhea, so I was on a time crunch.” Her head nuzzled into your hand, causing you to naturally push your body into hers. Pushing her butt into the counter. “You snuck out for me?”

“Just for you,”

Your voice had become velvety as you spoke, eyes glazing over with desire. However, it wasn’t purely sexual. You just really liked her, and the whiskey was dragging out your sober thoughts.

Both of your hands of found it’s way to her face, pushing pieces of her pink strands behind her pierced ears — examining her face as if you were an artist. And she just let you. Her freckled cheeks flushing with maroon. The surface of her skin heating up slowly under your touch.

Violet had averted her eyes, looking away from your strong gaze. “C-Can you kiss me, y/n?” She asks, with a very low tone. Unsure if you heard correctly, with a smile you follow her gaze with your head. Forcing her to look you in the eyes. “Say again,” You wonder, sliding your hand to the back of her tatted neck. Gently tugging her forward, but with not enough conviction.

“Can you kiss me?”

“I definitely can kiss you...” You tease, a smile coursing over your plump lips. Violet sighs, a dry laugh falling from her lips. To keep up with the restriction of what the pinky really wants, you press you lips to the shiner on her eye, then the scar on her top lip. A low groan emits from her throat, as she takes the initiative to place her lips on yours.

Your gasp was muddled by her mouth moving passionately with yours. One of her hands, ascended to the side of your neck — Violet fully taking the lead. Both of yours hand’s switched. Hers going above, then yours going below. She nipped at your lip for entry to the grand tour of your mouth. Tasting nothing but the bitter flavoring of a cocktail.

The pink-haired was curious kisser. She was excited and willing to explore — all the while, pushing her body flush against yours. It’s like she wanted to be enveloped in your skin. You furrowed your eyebrows as a moan was muffled by the movement of her lips. Her tongue massaging you tongue with efficiency.

Your fingers grazed the skin under her shirt, running up her back. Feeling the ridges of her well deserved muscles — even the little swells of the artwork permanently imbedded in her epidermis. You’d come to realize she hadn’t been wearing a bra, feeling nothing getting in the way of her soft skin.

She pulled away, you leaning forward for more. Violet’s lips were parted, with completely dilated irises. Your fingers still roamed the skin of her back and obliques, bottom lip fitting between your teeth. “I want you to act more, and think less.” You say, hands slowly descending to grope her full ass. Taking a two handfuls of her firm glutes, looking at her through your eyelashes.

Vi breathed, a slight whine pulling from her throat. Her eyes pleaded with you, but was also filled with uncertainty. You were glad she stole the first move from you, but you might need to take it back — at least, until she can handle it. “Are you thinking?” You leaned closer to her, placing a open-mouthed kiss on her sharp jaw. A shudder immediately ran through her body. Slowly, you moved down the thin skin of her neck. Your hands gripping at the skin of her hips.

“A little bit.”

“Stop.” You purred next to her ear, nibbling on the shell, gently. One of her hands trailed to the nape of your neck, the other squeezing your shoulder. Her fingers at the very edge of your hairline, threatening to scratch at you roots.

Airy moans fled her lips, her chest heaving under you. As the hunger grew within you, you accidentally pushed her more into the counter — causing her to outwardly moan. Nipping and sucking at her neck, your hands moved up her torso, stopping just under the crevice of her breasts. “I want you... So bad.” Violet moaned, breathily. Her eyes were fluttered shut, massaging the back of your neck. “I’ve always wanted you...”

It’s like she was pleading her case — as if you weren’t going to indulge her. In her ear, you spoke. “I’ve always wanted you... To do this,” You plotted a hot kiss under her ear. “And this,” You placed another one — more so on her neck, but it was much slower. “And... This.” You met her lips messily, trying to find a compatible rhythm.

At this point, she was sold. And so were you.

You’d finally groped the fat of her breast, squeezing and grazing over her hardening nipple. Because of your intoxication, your nerves were numbed. If this was any other time, you’d be incredibly nervous — you were just good at hiding it. You lips traveled to the other side of her neck that has yet to be scoured in your affection.

One of her hands pulled your from under her shirt, placing it over her mons. You pulled away with a smirk. “So hasty...” She looks at you with half-lidded eyes. “I want you, y/n.” Violet repeats, as if she was in a trance.

“R-Right here? In the kitchen?” You stuttered, your eyes darted around her face. Her bottom lip slips between her teeth, her shiny eyes engulfing you.

“I don’t care.”

“What has this drink done to you?” You giggled, removing your hands, and taking hers. Her cheeks were hot and flushed, reflecting off of her fair skinned shoulders. “I adore you too much to fuck you in a kitchen — it’s our first time together, Vi.” You took her cheek in your hand, rubbing your thumb down her eyebrow.

Her glazed smokey eyes blinked at you, the lustful clouds in her mind fleeing for just a second. “I want us to be comfortable. While we...” Your other hand began to feel her up, maintaining eye contact. “Explore each other, you know?”

“Y-Yeah...” Violet breathed, falling under your command.

You hummed, pulling her hand to exit the kitchen. “Is your room fine? I still need to wash my sheets.”

“You’re talking about washing your sheets... Just as you’re about to-“

“Yes, Violet. Marina was on those sheets..”

She rolled her eyes, squeezing your hand. “Fuck, don’t remind me.” Vi grumbled. You yanked her into her own room, shutting the door and leaning against it. Jealousy causing the pink-haired to cross her arms, folding in on herself. You push off, swaying your hips towards the young woman.

“Don’t shut down on me...” You tried, grabbing her by the hips to pull her towards you. Her dilated irises meet yours, one of her hands reaching up to your face. Violet grazing her thumb along your bottom lip — desire taking place of the jealousy, or mixing together. “I’m not shutting down... I just can’t stand that you fucked her.”

You moved your hands to anchor at her biceps, while her hands held your face. Her thumb just itching to slip between your swollen lips. You noticed a switch being turned on in Vi. A sort of possessiveness that you’ve only passively seen. Whatever it was, it was creating a pool of your arousal in your underwear. Seductively, you gazed at her through your lashes, easily switching roles. You slid your hand down her forearm, just to guide her thumb into your mouth.

Sucking on her thumb, you batted your eyes. Swirling your tongue around it, not being afraid to let some of your saliva run down her hand. Popping her finger out of your mouth, you spoke. “Well, make me forget about her then.” You held onto your words flirtatiously.

Violet was stunned, even in her drunkenness. Her bottom lip falling between her teeth. Next thing you know, you’re crossing your arms to peel your shirt off. Then, stepping out of your flimsy shorts and underwear. Just when you took off your clothes, Violet was already hot on you — kissing your shoulders, groping at your tits. You willingly melted into her. Giving her free reign to do what she pleases to please you.

You began to fumble with her clothes, grasping at the shirt on her back. She listened, snatching off her shirt and tossing it towards the corner of the room. Heavy breathing bounced off the walls of her dim room. Before you knew it, she was naked just like you. Her body was just as impressive as you imagined. With your lip between your teeth, you walked backwards towards her bed. She followed you, reaching just to place her lips on you again. Feverishly, she tangoed with you lips, pushing a moan out of you.

Her hands descended to the curvature of you ass, groping harshly — slightly lifting you to your toes. She pushed you onto the bed, an excited giggle falling from your lips. Violet was quick to be on you again, not wanting to leave your body unattended for too long. Immediately, she connected her scarred lips to your neck. Placing her bare thigh between your legs.

She sucked hard, her hands drifting down to hike your leg up by your thigh. Gripping at the firm flesh, she trailed her lips down towards the swell of your breasts. Her teeth nippling at the fat, while looking into your half-lidded eyes. Your hands tangled in her damp strands, urging her to just go a bit lower. Her tongue danced around you sensitive nub, your hips bucking lightly against her strong thigh. She pushed her leg against your bare pussy, knocking a breath out of you.

She finally took one of her nipples in her mouth, her other hand playing with the other. Twisting and pulling, while her teeth tugged and nipples on the hardened peak. Violet moaned against you breath, rocking her leg against you. You release a breathy moan, scratching at her scalp. “Fuck, Vi...” You voice fell off, as she popped your nipple from her mouth.

Her eyes hungrily never leaving yours. She attacked the other perked nipple, suckling and flicking with her tongue. Her leg still rocking against your sopping cunt. “I need more of you.” You whined, pulling at her hair to look up at you. The sight of her naked body on yours could make you come undone, right there. Her cheeks were flustered, smokey eyes hazy.

She wanted you just as much as you wanted her.

Violet gave one more kitten lick to your sensitive nub, causing a shudder to run through your body. “What do you want of me, y/n.” Her voice was light, leaking with sensuality. Her hand massaged the flesh of your ass, urging you to keep grinding against her leg — which you kindly obliged.

Your hips rolling against her thick thigh, furrowed eyebrows — trying to formulate exactly what you wanted. “I w-want your mouth.” You sighed, forking your hands through her wet hair. She slipped fingers between your legs from the outside, opening her mouth enticingly as she circled your throbbing clit. Your hips abruptly bucked, a stricken whine releasing from your throat.

“You want my mouth where?” She raised an eyebrow, slowly playing with you. You rock your hips faster, trying to get more friction from her finger. Violet began placing noisy open-mouthed kisses around your areola, skipping over your sensitivity. She dragged her finger from your wet folds, up your body to play with your nipple. Coating the peaked nub in your slick — enhancing the sensation.

Your breath hitches, the corner of you lips curling slightly. “On me.” You whined, bucking your hips for friction. Violet stabilized your hips, pushing them against the mattress. Her lips wrapped around your erect nipple, licking all up your arousal like a lollipop. She trailed her lips down your sternum. Your back arching in anticipation. But, then she looks back up at you. “Is this what you want?” The pink-haired resumed, plotting hot kisses along your perspiring skin.

You breathed heavily, massaging at her scalp — slightly pushing her head lower. You shook your head, biting your lips to suppress the lewdness itching break free from your throat. “My mouth is on you.”

“I want your mouth... On my- my pussy.” Your voice was low, ridden in the shame of your words. Just because the alcohol removed your inhibitions, doesn’t mean you didn’t think after the fact. Plus, Violet’s ministrations were sobering you up. The liquor was exiting through your pores.

Violet hummed, showing her teeth in a domineering grin. She sat back on her knees, running her hands down your bare thighs. You spread your legs with need, giving her a full show of your glistening cunt. Your hands reached to your breasts, tugging on your nipples at the sight of her sitting between your legs.

The pink-haired gripped at the meat of your thighs, as she slowly brought one of them up. “You want my mouth on that pretty pussy of yours?” Her lips meeting the skin of your inner thigh. Her tongue licking a short line across your skin.

You nodded quickly, rubbing your other foot against her hip. “Yes, please.”

She laid on her stomach, adjusting your legs over her shoulders. Her feet kicking in the air behind her. She was about to get to work. She plotted a soft kiss in the crease of your pelvis — dangerously close to where you needed her. You felt her cool breath against your throbbing clit and clenching hole. “Please, Vi.” You begged, threatening to pushing your heat to her lips.

Her sharp eyes locked on you as she spread you with her fingers. She brushed over your clit intentionally, causing a ripple to run through you. The young woman delivered a kitten lick, still gazing up at your from between your legs. A nasty smile was spread on your lips, watching her while you played with your erect nubs. “You’re so fucking beautiful...” She mumbled, averting her eyes to the glistening folds before her. Her arms hooking around your thighs, keeping you in place.

Violet wrapped her lips around your throbbing bud, flicking her tongue and suckling on it. You gasped, your mouth falling open. The pink-haired between your legs, shut her eyes — eating you out like it was the last supper. “Violet... Fuck.” You moaned wantonly, reaching for her already tangled hair. Her tongue lapped up your pussy, spending a little extra time near your hole. You slowly rocked you hips, but her strength stabilized you.

She looked up, with glistening lips and chin. “Let me do all the work. You’ll get your turn.” Violet returned back to your aching pussy, lapping up all of your juices. One of her hands snaked from the crevice of your thigh, to prod at your clenching hole with her middle finger. “Yes, yes,” You chanted, nodding with your eyes fluttered shut.

Her finger entered you, welcomed by your silly walls. “Oh, fuck.” You swore, feeling the intrusion. Every place in your body began to tingle at the curling of her fingers inside of you. The grip on her scalp getting tighter — which only caused her to growl into your pussy. You moaned loudly, getting closer to your release. Her eyes looking up, just see your expression when you came. Violet added another finger, increasing her pace. “Shit, shit — Violet- ah!” You could barely complete a full sentence.

The tightness in your pelvic area getting tighter, and tighter, and tighter. Violet’s muscles flexed as she fucked you with her fingers, and sucked on your clit. Your breathing got heavier, until it labored completely. Warning you of the burning sensation that was gathering between your legs. “Just like that... Just like tha-“ The muscles in your stomach tensed, clenching the young woman between your legs. You body wanted to curl like a shrimp, trembling through the immense pleasure that showered over you.

Violet lightly licked at your clit, riding you through your orgasm. Your breath got hitched in your throat, shuddering roughly at her mouth still lingering around the sensitive bud. “Vi-Violet,” She looked up innocently, licking her lips. “Get up here.” You order, a tired smile painting onto your lips.

She crawled up your body, straddling your waist. Her lips pressing against yours, groaning into the kiss. Your hands anchored at her firm waist, on of them drifting towards her round glutes. The taste of you was prominent on her lips. Was it conceited to like the flavor of yourself, or were you just horny? You squeezed her ass, earning a gasp from her a her lips disconnecting from yours. From the squeeze, she’d leaned forward — her breasts dangling in your face.

Perfect handfuls, perked and flushed. Her grey eyes looked down at you, asking nonverbally. With no hesitation, you took one of her nipples in your mouth. Squeezing the fat of her small breast, you suckled, making suggestive eye contact. Her scarred lips parted and her eyebrows furrowed, in pleasure. Little heaved breaths coming from her lips.

Your hand rubbed along her thigh, caressing her soft muscular skin. You flicked her hardened peak with your tongue, using your other to play with her lonely breast. “y/n, finishing where you left off, huh?” Violet breathed, looking down at you. Her hips jerking slightly. You popped her nipple from you mouth, earning an airy moan from her.

“Mhm, that’s if you want me to.” You grinned, hands still rubbing up and down her thighs. “I remember you wanted me here...” You moved one of your hands between her legs. Pushing past the short magenta curls, dipping your fingers into her warm arousal. Violet rocked forward, her head almost hitting the headboard. Spreading it around her pussy, your kept your eyes on hers — she was struggling to keep them open.

She hummed, biting on her bottom lip. “You remembered c-correctly.” She chuckled into a whine, falling to her elbows beside your head. Her nipple just dropping into your mouth. Rubbing her slick around her clit, you sucked on her sensitive nub, taking glances her. Her eyebrows were scrunched together, rocking her hips to the movement of your fingers.

You prodded at her hole with your middle finger, the swiping back up to her clit. “Please, fuck me, y/n.” Violet pleaded, bucking and rocking her hips against your fingers. “I wanna feel you...” She whined in a voice you’ve never heard from her before. It was just as raspy, but much needier. Violet reached on her hands between you two, pushing two of your fingers into her cunt.

Nearly losing her balance, she brought her arm back up beside your face. You didn’t even have to do any of the work, she began grinding on your fingers. Vi leaned back, sitting up straight on your two fingers. She was so hot and bothered, that she wasn’t to use your fingers for own pleasure — and you definitely couldn’t argue because it was a sight to see.

Her tits bouncing from her eagerness, face scrunched up trying to chase her orgasm. You could’ve sworn if you let her continue for two too long, she was going to break your fingers. And a hospital visit isn’t hot.

“Hey, stop, stop...” Your other hand, flew to her waist, stabilizing her quick movement. Her eyebrows furrowed, eyes softening. “What... Was that too much?”

“Definitely, not. I just... I just want you to sit on my face.” You hesitantly expressed, drawing circles on her hips. Her mouth dropped open, her cheeks flushing more than they already have been. “S-Sit on your face? Like... My whole body weight on your face?”

You giggled, squeezing at her hips. “Uhm, yes. That’s what I would hope for.” Desire pushing through your dilated irises, glancing down to her wet folds that were sat on the lower part of your stomach.

Violet shifts uncomfortably, or just to get some friction on her throbbing clit — she’s not slick. A bashful smile peels onto her scarred lips. “What if I suffocate you?”

“If I had a choice to die between your thighs... I would take it.” Your hand massaged her firm thigh, looking up at her through your thick eyelashes. Tempting her like you’ve been doing all night. “You don’t have to, though. But, I would really enjoy it.”

Your trail your hands up her body, groping her tits once more — you were kind of a boob person. Her hands sealed over yours, her hips grinding against the lower part of your stomach. “I’ll do it. Just let me know if you start to pass out, please.”

You laughed, watching as she climbed over you. Putting each knee beside your head, and anchoring her hands on the headboard. “I probably won’t... Might enjoy it too much.”

“y/n, please.” Violet pouted.

“Fine, anything for you.” Your eyes glimmered at her sopping pussy above your face. She lightly sat, gripping the headboard to hold some of her weight. You managed to get a few licks in, causing her legs to shake beside your head. Instead of allowing her to half step, you wrapped your arms around her thighs, pulling her to sit on you face. Her spread cunt landed onto your lips — just where you wanted her.

The pink-haired gasped, looking down at you for you let well-being. You began lapping at her throbbing pussy, humming against her. “Are you o-okay down there?” She wondered, shuddering at your ministrations your preforming with your tongue. “Oh, fuck, y/n.” Vi sighed, furrowing her thick eyebrows.

You looked up between her strong legs, sending her a wink. Just before tightening your grip on her, then going to town. You slurped lewdly, moaning into her — which caused abrupt reactions from the pink-haired woman above you.

Violet had a thing for using people to get off, apparently. It was hot, but she obviously really liked it. She rode your face, grinding against your lips and nose — chasing after her high. The noises coming from her mouth were like heavenly bells. It made you want to reach between your legs again. Her tits bouncing above you, her abs tensing then releasing.

You reached up to play with one of her nipples, twisting and flicking. Then you squeezed and cupped her full breasts — Violet reaching up to seal her hand over yours. To be honest, she was dense, so her fast movement was doing a number on your neck.

But it was all worth it. She was lovely, and so was her pussy. It would be an honor to go out in the name of her.

“Fuck yes, y/n.” She cried out, her chest moving rapidly up and down. “God, you’re so perfect.” She moaned, looking down at the enjoyment in your eyes.

Next thing she knew, she was coming — and coming hard. A lewd moan emitting from her throat, and you were sure the neighbors heard. One hand clenched the roots of your hair, the other atop of her hand on her breast. “Fuck...” She breathed, getting off of you, then dropping to the mattress.

You snickered, crawling closer to her. Honestly, you weren’t completely satisfied — she was just so... invigorating. Your lips were hot on her jaw, leaving open-mouth kisses leading up to her lips. She moaned as she tasted herself, her hands pulling you closer to her damp naked body. You hooked your leg over her hip, laying your arm under hers to caress her tatted back.

Violet pulled away, her skin glowing like never before. You pushed magenta pieces from her freckled face, surveying her beauty. “I thought we weren’t supposed to sleep together on the first date — according to sex in the city.” Vi voiced, her hands playing in your hair.

You scoffed, a tired grin appearing on your lips. “I’m not sure if that applies to us, Vi... Wait you watch sex in the city?”

“Sometimes...” She shrugs, causing your to laugh, pecking her on her swollen and blushed lips. “I mean, technically, it’s our second date.”

“You’re amazing,” You giggled, forking your fingers through her hair. A moment of comfortable silence passed between the two of you. Her smokey eyes barely leaving yours. Her thumb going up to caress your cheek adoringly.

Her eyes averted for a second, gaining the courage to ask. “Was I good enough... For you?” She wondered, her eyes soft and sensitive. You scrunched your eyebrows, running your thumb over her hairline. “Oh, baby, of course you were. You topped Marina on the scoreboard, for sure.”

“You have a... Scoreboard?”

“Metaphorically, yeah.” You shrugged, the smile never leaving your lips as you watched her roll her eyes. Your took her face in your hands, peppering a bunch of kisses on her skin. “I really like you, okay? Nothing’s gonna to get in the way of that — you’re already rooted too deep.” You chuckled to take the weight off of your confession.

The corners of her lips curled, her cheeks blushing simultaneously with yours. “And I really like you, y/n. I’m just still trying to get used to someone like you... Liking me...”

“Someone like me? I could say the same for you, Vi.” You paused, sitting up. She followed you, attached to your warmth. “Do you know how many girls came up to me at the bar asking if you were single?” You raised your eyebrows, placing your hands on her crossed thighs.

“Girls came up to you asking that?”

“Fuck yes, they did. And do you know how many I had to lie to? All of them!”

Violet giggled, putting her hands on yours. “What’d you say?” She leaned forward, her eyes filled with admiration. “I told them that you were dating this girl named Matilda.”

The pink-haired bursted into a laugh, cocking her head back. “No, the fuck you didn’t. Matilda — why Matilda?”

You shrugged, giggling loudly. “I wanted them to stop asking me questions about you — plus, I liked you so. I guess I’m Matilda, huh?”

Vi smiled broadly, drawing patterns on the back of your hand. Her eyes fondly looking over every inch of your naked body. “So... I’m not considered single anymore?” She speaks, causing your eyes to widen briefly. Violet had teasing energy, pulling at your hand to intertwine with hers.

“I mean... Not if you don’t want to be. According to Matilda.” You rolled your eyes playfully, ogling her naked body, with a desiring smirk.

She hummed, scooting closer to you. “Hm... Well, Matilda, I don’t wanna be single. Not if I have the option of spending all of my time with you.” Your heart expanded, a laugh of unbelief releasing from your lips.

Overwhelmed with emotions, you leaned forward sealing the deal with a kiss. Your hand, reaching up to cup her jaw. Crawling on top of her, you pushed her back against the mattress. “You know just what to say, huh?” You began, trailing wet kisses along her jaw and neck, riling yourself and herself up again.

She giggled, her hand caressing the back of your neck as you descended her body. “I actually have to tell you something.”

With a look of shock, you snapped your head up. “What?”

“Don’t give me that look — I just had more plans for us tonight. A reservation at Soren’s.” She massaged your scalp comfortingly. “It was a surprise, but I didn’t really expect us to do... All of this — not that I’m complaining.”

“Soren’s? As in Piltover Soren’s?”

“There’s only one... I think.”

You sat up on her abdomen, leaning your hands against her shoulders. “How the hell did you manage to score a reservation at Soren’s?” Your eyes scanned her freckled face, with bunched eyebrows.

Soren’s was one of the newest, yet hottest places for dinner in the Uppercity. It was normally inhabited with politicians and the really rich people of Piltover. It wasn’t about the expenses of the food, it was about the class hierarchy in the place that enabled others from going. You had to have some sort of name for yourself to even get a seat. Which is what confused you about the whole situation.

“I fought for one of their promotional events. I won the fight, so they guaranteed a spot for me anytime.”

“Holy shit!” You collapsed her into a hug. Her strong arms immediately wrapping around you, firmly. “Oh, I have to get ready.” You pulled from her arms, kicking your leg over her body. Her hand reached out to you, grabbing your wrist from your hasty movement. “We still have some time. No need to rush.”

“But I need to shower... We need to shower.” You smirk, tugging her hand out of bed.

Violet sighed. “Yours or mine?”

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