#but the really powerful lyrics are wake up/let's eat

[agapi-kalyptei]

The new BCNR live album is growing on me

[cinnbar-bun]

hi hi this has to be my favorite one piece writing blog, seriously ur writing makes me so happy 😭🖤

not sure if i can request multiple characters but do you mind if i can get general sfw/nsfw headcanons for jinbe and brook?

sorry i really like weird old men (again love your writing and i hope you have a very nice day!!!!!)

A/n: Aw thank you sweetheart. Please enjoy this~! Also, sorry for not posting for a bit, I’ve been exhausted from work and lost some motivation to write oneshots :( but I just love Brook so much so I had to do this.

Brook + Jinbei General SFW + NSFW HCs

Note: separate relationships, reader is GN, smut headcanons inside. Fluffy mmm.

Word Count: 874

Brook

Brook, ever the performer, loves waking you up or lulling you to sleep with his music. Heck, he’ll even burst out into song throughout the day for you if you wish. He’s your 24/7 skeletal radio.

Sometimes he also does freestyle music and makes up lyrics and beats on the spot about whatever you’re doing or how he feels. They’re usually cheesy and not all that serious, but they never fail to lift your spirits up.

Brook likes to be dramatic in your presence to get some attention from you. Sometimes he’s like a spoiled baby but he can’t help it- you’re too amazing!! And he loves you so much!!

If you’re ever feeling too hot, Brook will always put a hand to your head or elsewhere to help you cool down with his devil fruit powers. He’s your not so little walking ice pack.

Brook, while eccentric, is still an old man at heart so he often likes to treat you and spoil you the old-fashioned way. Kneeling on the main deck as you’re on the top deck while he performs you sweet sonnets and ballads he made just for you. Always wanting to keep an arm around your waist. Walking on the street side of the sidewalk. Buying you flowers at any given moment.

He’s a charming gentleman, and it’s very clear when it comes to you.

That being said, he can still be a pervert and it’s full force for you.

He goes gaga over your body! Literally loses his soul when he even gets a peek of you because ??? Hello??? You’re beautiful??

Beyond just sexually, he adores your body. It’s hard for him to explain the feeling but ever since he’s become just a pile of bones, he’s found a greater appreciation for the human body.

When he’s in bed with you, he wants to explore every inch and crevice of your body. Don’t get shy on him now, it’s not like he even has eyes to stare at you, YOHOHOHO!

Kidding, but really, when you two are getting intimate, he focuses on you and your reactions a great deal. He can’t have sex with you the way a human would, so most of his pleasure is derived from your enjoyment- yeah, he’s still got it.

His phalanges are god tier, argue with the wall!!!

Jinbei

Local dad-friend to the crew, loyal husband to you. You might not even be married but you might as well be, that’s just how sweet he is.

He really likes trying new things with you. Even something as small as a new ice cream flavor makes him happy. It’s rather silly and mundane, but something about doing it with you makes it feel wonderful.

“‘Cereal milk’…? There’s really a flavor for that?!”

And alongside new things, he likes to make traditions for the two of you. He’s a very sentimental man, so it can end up being something like eating that one specific dish you two had on your first date, or having a spot on the ship to sit and cuddle.

Jinbei makes sure you get a healthy amount of fruit in you. He will be casually leaving you a plate of freshly cut fruits and a glass of water beside you. He’s not letting you devoid yourself of essential nutrients and hydration. Will force feed you if necessary.

Okay this is just my headcanon but he’s got old man eyes so if something is in smaller fonts he squints and holds the page up to his face to try and read it. It isn’t until you offer to just read it for him that he FINALLY gives in and has you read it for him.

He’s got a great laugh. A hearty, jovial laugh that anyone in the crew can hear from miles away. Honestly, your jokes might not even be that good, but to him, it’s hilarious. Just being so carefree and funny like this is special to him. Your jokes and funny faces seriously make his day, so please never feel embarrassed to tell him one.

I don’t have a segue for this. He is just a big boy.

And yeah, he knows that he’s huge, which is why he takes extra care to make sure you’re properly stretched and ready to take him.

He never really put too much thought into his body beyond his strength, but he has to admit, he loves when you shower attention and compliment his body. Especially in the bedroom, his face just warms up and he gets a bit prideful. It gets him going knowing his body turns you on so much.

Gentle giant. He’s not going to go feral on you, especially not during the first few times you two lay together. He may consider that sort of thing later, alongside many safety measures.

He does enjoy doggy, but also, he finds it so sexy when you ride him. Forward or reverse, it doesn’t matter. It’s also a pretty good compromise because he can let you set a pace while joining with you to get it “rougher” if you so wish.

Lots and lots of praise from Jinbei, all whispered lovingly into your ear as he’s pounding into you <3

[lady-october]

Pairing : Oli Sykes x Female Assistant Genre : Romance, Smut (18+ Only) Previous Chapters : Available on Ao3

Story Content : Smut, Drama, Choking, Power dynamics, Romance, Rough sex, Sadism/Masochism, Dom/Sub, Mentions of addiction & self harm, Degradation, Praise kink, Exhibitionism, Orgasm denial, Breath play, Dirty talk.

Summary :

“Don’t you see what a dangerous game you’re playing? Why did you have to look so fucking delicious tonight, I couldn’t stop undressing you in my mind, thinking of all the twisted things I want to do to you.” She had only worked on the touring team for three weeks, but her mind had been hijacked by dirty thoughts of a man she barely even talked to. Sure, he was very attractive, but were there other reasons she was so uncontrollably drawn to him? This is a filthy story of pain, self discovery, and love.

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Chapter 21: Did my back hurt your knife?

Chapter title is lyrics from "R.i.p"

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Her smile

Filled with sharp teeth, ready to bite

Nails digging into my scalp, pushing me down

Keeping me beneath the surface as I gasp, as I drown

The last of my breath leaving my lungs

Dancing and weaving through the water above

The surface; it twists and it bends

Warping the monster that fucks with my head

I thrash and I fight, but it’s never enough; I am but a pawn in her story

My monarch, my goddess, my puppet master in all of her glory

Should I let her win, should I simply give in – let the peace of death consume me?

Hair red as flame, eyes black as tar

In hell, we shall meet again my dear friend

I awoke with a gasp, momentarily confused.

It didn’t take long for my mind to catch up with reality; for me to realise it had only been another nightmare. My heart on the other hand still hadn’t gotten the messaging – thumping with the heavy beat of fear, of survival.

Letting out a long breath, I relaxed back into my pillow.

Same old, same old.

Tensing, my brows furrowed.

Actually, no, not same old; this particular dream had been about Fay – someone I hadn’t dreamt about since I met Alice. In fact, the nightmares about Fay had come to a screeching halt the very same day Alice joined the tour. For about a week after, my dreams had been quite palatable – pleasant even. All about Alice, of course, but it didn’t take long until they descended back into madness; until Alice was haunting me – hunting me – every night, coming up with new and exciting ways to impale, shred, or incinerate me.

Looking over at the beautiful woman beside me I felt quite sad she was no longer in my arms. At some point she must have rolled over in her sleep, rolled away from me.

I sighed.

No, my mind had never been kind to me, and it was hard to tell if it was crueller at night or during the waking hours. Because while the nightmares were gruesome and violent, at least they didn’t play tricks on me – feed my insecurities, or expect me to stay sober while my thoughts eat me alive.

Or expect me to not act on all my impulses. 

Like punching Mat square in his fucking face for putting his lips on my Alice.

Yet, I would never actually do that, knowing full well it’s my own fault they’re dating.

Reaching over to the bedside table, I grabbed my phone; it was only around midnight, meaning I couldn't have slept for very long after we drifted off – after telling Alice about mine and Mat’s history, and about me and Fay. Which would explain her sudden and unwelcome appearance in my dreams.

My mind began racing, feeling torn. I wanted to wrap my arms around Alice and simply enjoy her company for the remainder of the night, but I was all too aware of the fact that Mat would still be awake at this hour – knowing I really do need to talk to him.

Before I knew it my legs were moving, pushing themselves into some sweatpants. 

After slipping a random shirt over my head I was out the door, staring at the polished brass numbers on Mat’s door, feeling suddenly nervous. 15 they read – a completely arbitrary number, but I could see my eyes in the reflection of them, staring back at me, causing disgust to build in my chest; disgust over the reasons I needed to talk to Mat at all; disgust over proudly flaunting that I’d fucked the girl first this time.

But mainly I felt disgust over how poorly I was handling my emotions, particularly in regards to how jealous I was – how selfish I was – when it came to Alice. 

Yes, I know she’s not mine, still I can’t seem to help myself – can’t seem to stop acting like some feral animal, pissing all over their territory.

Shaking myself mentally, I let my fist connect with the rich wood of the door.

It didn’t take long before it swung open with a robed Mat appearing behind it, the scent of alcohol thick in the air.

He squinted at me, clearly confused. Or maybe even unhappy to see me.

“Can I come in?”

Wordlessly, he stepped to the side, gesturing for me to join him in the dimly lit room.

Shutting the door, he stalked over and sat down on the floor next to the bed, leaning against the mattress in order to stare out into the night through the floor to ceiling windows in front of him. 

He also had a view of the lake, his room only a couple of doors over from mine.

I decided to join him on the floor, noticing the half empty whiskey bottle next to him along with a couple of snack containers.

To my surprise he spoke as soon as I’d gotten comfortable, before I had a chance to.

“I should’ve been more apprehensive about asking her out, or even cancelled earlier today as soon as you told me you were going out with her. But the truth is I think I got a crush on her a while back, and now I hate how much I want to spend more time with her.”

A heavy feeling settled in me, weighing me down. Faint whispers of self hatred brushing against my ear, trying to convince me everyone’s better off without me.

His gaze flickered to mine, “Don’t worry, I won’t. Not now, not after you’ve slept with her.”

I felt myself start to chuckle at his statement, “Since when has that stopped you?”

“You know when.” He muttered, before taking a swig off of the bottle that was now in his hand.

“Since Fay.” I said, feeling my pulse speed up as I pried open the box we’d thoroughly nailed and welded shut a long time ago.

Surprised eyes shot back to me, “Yeah, since… Fay.” He frowned, watching me closely to see what I would do after uttering the previously forbidden word in front of me for the first time in almost a year, “I’m happy you’re not reacting like last time I said her name, would get expensive in an establishment like this.”

I laughed, feeling both amusement and shame over having smashed one of his windows while I was recovering at his place – as well as his TV. Thankfully Mat just smiled at me, obviously feeling some type of relief over the fact that I was ready to say her name again. That – while slow – I was actually healing.

Well… in some ways anyway.

Mat's smile quickly turned sour, his thoughts returning to the current situation, “I can’t do it again Oli, she’s all yours. I’m just gonna stay away, lick my wounds and move on.”

I watched him take another swig, clearly upset, and I caught myself wondering if I only wanted him to pursue Alice for my sake, for my peace of mind – to test Alice, see what she would do.

To see if she’d fail me, just like Fay did.

“Hate to say it but has that ever worked for us, the staying away bit?”

I truly am scum.

“Not like there’s other options.” He mumbled distantly, his eyes remaining on the view.

“We can let her pick.”

I felt like the daftest person alive for continuing this. I could simply tell him now how much I feel for Alice, how tangled up my emotions and thoughts are about her – that yes, he should stay away so I can continue working on Alice’s commitment issues and hopefully come out on top.

He scoffed, “Yeah cause that went so great with Fay– also hasn’t Alice already picked, let me guess; she’s in your room right now, no?”

“Alice isn’t Fay.” I said, realising I meant it – realising that I actually did have some faith in Alice, that maybe I was building some trust in her after all, “Besides, she likes you.”

That was unnecessary.

One of his eyebrows raised, “She told you that?”

“Not in so many words, but yeah.”

He huffed out a breath, “She’s an odd one.”

“No arguments there.”

He leaned further into the mattress behind him, “So, to summarize, we’re already fucked; it’s already morphed into yet another love triangle?”

I swallowed, “Seems that way.”

“Record speed that.” Shaking his head, he eyed me up, “Will you be alright?”

“Yeah I’ll be fine.” Somewhere along the way the lies came easier.

It crossed my mind that this was eerily similar to how my last two relapses began; with the small untruths growing larger, snowballing into massive, monstrous lies.

I should be worried, I should want to break the pattern before I spiral further.

But instead I found comfort in it, wanting to spiral out of control, knowing where that leads.

Knowing the relief it will bring.

More self loathing filled me like foul sludge, settling in my gut as I felt a sense of acceptance wash over me; this is who I am as a person, and I can never escape it.

So why even bother fighting it?

“Can I have some of that?” I heard myself say as I reached for Mat’s bottle, taking it out of his hand to down several large gulps, attempting to ward off my intrusive thoughts.

Mat was frowning at me as I drank, coming to his own conclusions about what was going through my head, “You caught some feelings for the bird too then?”

You can say that.

“Yeah.” I breathed as the amber liquid warmed my throat.

The laugh that came from Mat was borderline hysteric, “We go on one bloody date with her, and here we are – right back to square one… Absolutely fucking ridiculous.” He took the bottle back off of me in order to also down a questionable amount – and suddenly the bottle was done for. 

Sure, it was one date, but we’d both been around her for a month now, watching her, wanting her, being enthralled by whatever spell she’d put on us.

At least I’d had the privilege of fucking her brains out the past week.

After Mat tossed the empty bottle to the side, we sat in silence for a long moment.

He’s got a crush on her.

My heart was tearing in half, sharp talons of fear scraping all along my back.

She’s interested in him, attracted to him.

Yet numbness was wrapping around me like a warm and cosy blanket on a cold winter's night.

I was also confused, not quite sure how my intentions had turned so selfish, so manipulative.

I fucking hate myself.

“You’ve been acting differently lately, and I can’t tell if that’s good or bad, but bring me back into the loop when you can, yeah?”

His words startled me, coming out of nowhere in our deep silence.

“This tour’s just a bit longer than usual, I’m knackered.” 

More lies.

Pushing myself back to my feet, some of the numbness momentarily released, letting guilt and worry crawl back under my skin.

“Will you be alright?” I asked the sprawled, defeated looking man on the floor in front of me.

The smile he gave me wasn’t convincing, “Yeah of course, I always bounce back.”

I sucked on my teeth, wanting to scream – wanting so badly to do better than this, but not knowing how right now.

Not while I was falling apart myself.

“Alright. See you tomorrow then.” Is all I said, like the fucking prick I am, before I stalked off.

“Turn off the light, will you?”

“Sure.” I flicked the lightswitch next to the exit.

“Ta, mate.”

The moment the door latched shut behind me, my hands started to shake from the bone deep disappointment I felt in myself.

I looked towards my room, where my dear, sweet Alice was sleeping, willing my feet to move in its direction. I wanted so badly to just disappear in her comfort, but I couldn’t do it, couldn’t allow myself that peace, that joy.

Instead I walked the opposite direction, through the fire exit, ascending the steps to the rooftop that I had so lovingly planned out for us. Laying down, I covered myself in several blankets, the night's chill having crept in during the several hours we haven’t been here. My eyes quickly settled on the smiley in the sky that Alice had pointed out right before our date derailed, and I wanted to cry, to mourn the hopes and dreams I had for us.

It was as if we were destined to fail, the universe working against us at every turn, like I couldn’t seem to make a single good decision when it came to her.

Or maybe we were just too broken, like chipped teacups; our sharp edges cutting each other as we drank.

Whatever the reason for everything turning to shit, I couldn’t stand it.

Images from my dream began to flicker in my mind's eye, of Fay’s face hovering over mine as she tried to drown me, which led me to do something I hadn’t allowed myself to do in a very long time.

Fishing the phone out of my pocket, I started scrolling down my list of messages. I scrolled and I scrolled, for quite some time, as the chat I was searching for had been pushed far down the list by now, until the name of the devil herself appeared on my screen.

I paused, knowing how hard it had been for me to stop reading our chat log several times a day, not wanting to fall back into old habits.

I’m already knee deep in old habits, I might as well dive right in.

As soon as I opened the chat my emotions from months ago came bubbling up. They weren’t sharp and all-consuming like they were back then, but I still felt a duller version of them, the cousin of their pure form.

Most of them were negative, but somewhere in there I could defect positive emotions as well. Not love by any means, but some part of me still cared about her, still didn’t want her dead, and still – for some unknown reason – wished things could have turned out differently for us.

“Fay: Please pick up”

“Fay: I’ve never loved anyone like I love you”

“Fay: I’m so fucking sorry please”

“Fay: Please answer”

There were so many messages like this – 43 to be exact, pleading, begging me to hear her out, to forgive her. I would stare at them, feeling the full range of emotions they elicited – be pushed to get high from them – but I never responded.

The messages kept coming for months, and when I thought they’d finally stopped, another one came through, breaking my heart all over again.

“Fay: How am I supposed to live my life without my best friend?”

And then the final one, a week later, which is where they came to an end.

“Fay: I will always love you with my entire being, and I will always be just a phone call away, so never hesitate to reach out. Remember that soulmates are eternal.”

The last sentence still felt like shackles around my ankles, despite having given up on the concept of soulmates by now. I almost bled out from the wounds she left me with, and now my heart is made entirely of scar tissue.

For the millionth time I considered deleting the chat history, to finally rid myself of this catalogued museum of pain, but as I stared at the delete button the unthinkable happened.

“Ah, fuck.” I muttered as the phone connected with my face, having dropped it right on my nose while using it laying down. Fumbling to get a proper hold on it, I was struck with the sensation of falling backwards as I looked at the screen.

“Oli: Hi”

My heartbeat was pounding in my ears as realisation settled in.

Somewhere between dropping it and getting it back into my hands I must have accidentally pressed one of the auto response options.

I bolted upright into a sitting position.

“Fuck!”

My loud outburst caused a flock of birds to flee a nearby tree.

Instantly I began trying to unsend the message, hoping it would let me, but my phone started buzzing as I clutched it.

‘Incoming call: Fay’ It read

Instinctively I swiped it away, hating myself for never having been able to block her, but she was already typing.

“Fay: Oli, hi dear”

“Fay: I saw you in Vegas, you were incredible but you always are”

It was hard to wrap my head around the fact that she was still going to my shows – and why was she talking to me like we’re friends, like she never destroyed me?

She’s still obsessed with me.

I should be repulsed, I should feel unease at the fact that my ex was essentially still stalking me. Yet, for some inexplicable reason the thought brought me joy, made me feel special.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

I heard the sound of the door opening behind me, and in my panicked state I shoved the phone under one of the pillows, hoping my shameful thoughts would be shoved away with it.

“Can I join you?”

Craning my neck, I saw Alice standing by the door, looking dishevelled and sleepy, rubbing her arms to stay warm.

My heart melted at the sight of her, easing me away from the mountain of unresolved issues hiding under the plush pillow next to me.

“Of course.” I responded under my breath, hoping I could force my pulse to settle before she nestled into me – hoping she wouldn’t notice the fucked up state I’m in.

The warmth of her against my body felt beyond incredible, reminding me further of what a piece of shit I am.

“Are you okay?” She whispered.

For a split second I considered being honest, not wanting to break the emotional and mental bond we’ve managed to establish so far. Wanting desperately to be open and honest with her around every corner, around every bend.

“Yeah, just another nightmare. Thought I’d come up here and enjoy the night some more.”

I felt myself being pulled further into the void, down the spiral that leads to all the wrong places and dead ends.

After a beat she asked a question she’d asked me before, one I wished I could have answered the first time, but we’d been interrupted.

“Want to tell me about them?”

She wanted to know more about the tender parts of me, to gently touch on my sore spots. I should be overjoyed, knowing that’s the path to the type of relationship I want with her, yet I couldn’t bring myself to go there right now.

“Can we talk about it another time? I just want to rest if that’s alright.”

The already deep disappointment I harboured within myself dug its nails in deeper still.

“Yeah, that’s fine.” 

She sounded so worried, clearly sensing my disconnect.

But there was nothing I could do tonight besides hold her close, and hope the comfort I was stealing from her would help me see tomorrow with more clarity.

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[xylomilo]

Ninja Headcannons

Cole

Any pronouns

Demiromantic Bisexual with male lean

Afro-Latino with a little bit of French from great-grandfather

NU Goth

Collects records

Short butterfly locs

Booba 🤲🤲🤲

Will eat anything and everything if it doesn’t leave his mouth

PTSD from the fall in March of the Oni 🥰

After DotD, the others (and him) kept forgetting Cole isn’t a ghost anymore so they kept hitting him and he kept bumping into walls for a while

His mother would make cake from him when younger, thus why he loves it so much

Releases stress by training, baking cakes, or listening to music

Likes to study the meaning behind song lyrics

Jay

Demi-Boy

He/They

Bisexual

3/4 Korean 1/4 White (Libber was half white half Korean)

Portable charger that never runs out

“BRO HIS HEART STOPPED BEATING” Jay: “Let me try” ELECTROCUTES HIM

Southern accent that faded away over time

Scene kid in high school

Mythology nerd

Everyone bullies him for being part white

Rise of the Brave Tangled Dragons fan

Refuses to download Twitter bc his fans scare the shit out of him

Audhd(?) (Autistic ADHD)

Kai

Trans

He/Him

Pansexual

Half Filipino Half Argentinian

Used to sacrifice a lot of things just to see Nya happy (cough cough Kenny McCormick cough cough)

Switched names with Nya one day and got hit by the transgender-fication ray

Constantly refers to Nya as “sis” because she used to be the only thing he had

Only good at forging magical weapons (the opposite of Karlof lmao)

Allergic to seafood but didn’t know until he was talking to the others like “yk it’s weird how fish makes my lips tingle” and they went 😟😟

Used to have nightmares the day his parents disappeared

Has accidentally made so many fires out the most random things

Every sea creature hates him

Dragons adore him and Oni loathe him

Lloyd

Trans, non-binary

He/They

Achillean AroAce spectrum

Vitiligo

Japanese with a bit of Chinese from grandma

AUTISTIC ADHD HAVER 🫵🫵🫵🫵

Has never seen any pictures of his grandmother, only heard vague stories

Lots of animals like him. Like a lot. Bro is followed by anything and everything when he goes to the park.

Seasonal allergies (FUCKING LOSER (im projecting))

Collector of books he will never read, physical and digital

Old dreamsmp fan- the others still make fun of him for it to this day

Sleeps in the most uncomfortable positions and places but is somehow fine

Lloyd wishes he had stayed in contact with Brad.

Had matching bracelets with Brad, but Lloyd doesn’t remember where he put it

Lloyd sometimes stalks Brad’s social media pages to see what he’s been up to, but is too scared to actually follow him back. When they do though, they find out Brad blocked them on everything the day after.

Post season 16, Lloyd became a pet sitter for a while. Imagine their surprise when the door opened and he was face-to-face with Brad. Lloyd quit the next day.

Nya

Trans

She/Her

Bisexual

Half Filipino Half Argentinian

Really observant

Knows what Kai did for her when they were younger and she feels awful about it

Can manipulate water in people but it’s hard to do

Couldn’t remember what her parents looked or sounded like until Season 7

Used to steal a lot when she was younger to help her brother

Every sea creature likes her

Dragons are terrified of her

Wakes up in a cold sweat when her older middle-child senses start tingling (Red Green Blue Ghost by beloved 🙏🙏)

Her and Morro got intense beef like fist fighting type (middle child stuff)

“Babe why is your mom hot” “Nya istfsm”

Zane

He/They/It

Pansexual

Vitiligo

African-American

AUTISTIC 🫵🫵

Used to overheat a lot pre season 4 but his ice powers cancelled it out

“Oh this media is nice” proceeds to research it for the next twelve hours (me)

JAZZ LIKER, GET HIS ASS

Gets treated like a brand new iPhone by Acronix 😭😭

Doesn’t need to charge, being near Jay Is enough 😭😭

Kenny McCormick by how many times he has died

“Don’t worry guys, I can fix this problem” pulls out gun

Wakes up in cold sweat “MY STUPID BITCH SENSES ARE TINGLING”

Their heart is made of ice, literally (their power core is made of blue crystal and chronosteel, which is how the old EM gave Zane their powers)

PIXAL

She/They/It

Unlabeled

African

Collects everything and anything

“Aw, this is too expensive!” … “Wait I’m rich.”

Only wears turtlenecks and plaid pants/skirts

Small rivalry with Nya because everything PIXAL creates, Nya has created before

A little bit insane

Zane: Would you still love me if I was a worm?

PIXAL: You already are

“Woah, they’re laser focused!” and PIXAL is listening to celebrity drama videos

Likes watching people argue on Samurai X’s gender/pronouns (thinks its funny)

Acts like schlatt sometimes

Has a habit of speaking in a monotone voice and is genuinely surprised when people think it’s being rude

Brutally honest 😭😭 Kai will say “does this make my ass look fat?” and PIXAL will respond with “the opposite, actually.”

[sputnik422]

aespa's SYNK: PARALELL LINE Solos: Review and Appreciation

Dear Reader,

On October 6th, 2024, it was announced that Korean girl group aespa would be releasing a special single comprised of the solo songs each member had debuted during their SYNK: PARALLEL LINE tour. It wouldn't be the first time that the girls dipped their toes into solo endeavors, as their previous tour also featured performances from each member accompanied by original songs. It would, however, be the first time that every single aespa solo had such a big impact on the wider K-pop fan sphere.

Let's just be honest here, these songs are infinitely better than their predecessors in every shape way and form. The upscale in quality was obvious from when the first fancams from the Seoul concerts began to drop. These songs are a different breed and in honor of their official release on all streaming platforms I wanted to take some time to talk about all of the reasons why I love them.

P.S: I don't know anything about musical genres, and I'm actually pretty bad at picking them apart, but I'll do my best for this post!

UP - KARINA

Starting off with the one I have the least things to say about. "Up" is a track that fuses old school hip-hop and R&B elements with electronic pop. It's a complete turn around from her last solo, "Menagerie", and its dark, psychedelic ambiance. It sounded as if you'd just entered the lair of the unbeatable final boss and they were monologuing to you before eating you for dinner. "Up" is dark too, but Karina's rich vocal tone and tasteful delivery elevate the song to a level of class above the former's brash exterior. Where her first solo was rough around the edges, the syllables of her rap being spat into your ears, Karina rides the waves created by Up's prominent bass and makes you want to hear more. Honestly its the best she's ever sounded.

The lyrics aren't anything revolutionary. Karina talks about how she's letting loose, not caring who stands in her way because she's going to get what she's owed. She's not the type to stand back and let the world have its way with her, Karina takes charge in her life. She knows that this confidence is attractive and urges the listener to come closer, being entranced by her. There's nobody else that could ever measure up to her and everyone knows it. The singer herself has been very vocal about how happy she was to be able to write this song and be apart of the development from the start and it shows. This track was tailor made for her. My favorite part about the entire experience is how the power of her deeper vocal tone gets to shine, taking me back to some of my favorite vocal moments from her (her part during the second pre-chorus of Drama, her chorus in Spicy). If I had to nitpick, and I will, I would say that the bridge doesn't really do anything for me. It kind of disrupts the flow of the song in my opinion. Other than that, it's a 10/10. A real testament to the strength of these tracks that something this good could end up as my least favorite. The performance, both her actual stages and the ARTi film, were cool as hell. Mob boss Karina, chef's kiss.

BORED! - NINGNING

Ningning is the member who had my favorite solo from their previous set. "Wake Up" is just as commanding as the title would have you think, with Ningning blatantly provoking the listener. It's a game of cat and mouse, the classic tale of a puppeteer and her craft. There's no use in trying to escape—she knows your every move and you will end up as her plaything—but she doesn't seem to hate the chase either. That fight, the sweaty face and thrashing heartbeat, it just makes the inevitable end so much more satisfying.

"Bored!" is very much in opposition to these themes. The lofi R&B instrumental serves as the backdrop for Ningning and her crazy situationship. In this song Ningning is someone who loves fast and loves strong, feeling drunk on the feeling of infatuation. There's just one problem and I'm sure you could guess from the title: Ningning tends to get bored. No matter how much she may love this person she's never truly going to fall for them, and she doesn't really want to. Just like this we've entered a similarly twisted yet way more lighthearted game. The lyrics lay this plot out for us with feather-light phrases like, "feel the caffeine kicking in / episodic visioning" and "paradise on venus in your eyes". That second line in particular caught my attention when I first heard the song and was even singled out in the behind the scenes recording video. My mind immediately went to the goddess Venus, otherwise known as Aphrodite, who is known for her short yet passionate bouts of love and lust. Perhaps Ningning feels similarly about the subject of the song. Lyrics like "I'm so pretty in your head boy" and "tell me where it goes out of my body / whisper "Pretty" in my head" make it clear that Ningning wants to indulge in their powerful mutual attraction while never intending to commit. It's just not in her nature. It could also be a way of saying that, whenever they're together, the love interest makes Ningning feel like she's on a different planet, floating along the milky way because of his love. Whatever the deal is, Ningning will take the attention and she'll easily hand over her own love too, but the listener can't expect her to stick around. Only until she gets bored.

I'm obsessed with her tone, the sweetness really compliments the lighthearted and playful vibe of the song. It makes everything feel so detached in a way, ungrounded just like the narrator's approach to relationships. I loved her first outfit for the actual performance, the white(?) shirt with 'Bored!' branded across the middle and sparkly black shorts. I hope she'll consider using more lighter colors and pastels in her outfits going forward, I think it fits the song and the concept better than her newer all black ensembles (outfit one, outfit two). The lighter colors make her look unassuming and innocent, heightening the sense of surprise when she turns out to be a bit of a player. Overall, another 10/10. Very well done, (Ning)²!

DOPAMINE - GISELLE

Giselle was the member who I was the most nervous to hear a second solo from. Call me dramatic, call me an over-exaggerator, but "2Hot4U" has to have been one of the most superficial songs ever conceived. Giselle curated an image as "aespa's hot girl" basically since debut and SM very much knew that. What they didn't seem to know however was that the image worked because of her distinctive style and aura, not because she physically had to tell you that she's hot for about three minutes and twenty six seconds. It feels like when a politician mentions a popular meme and suddenly its not cool anymore ("Pokemon GO TO THE POLLS!"). Giselle's line delivery is nasally, making her character feel like a petulant mean girl rubbing her rejection of you in with extra salt and lemon. The song wasn't good and it just didn't suit her at all.

So you can all imagine just how high I jumped for joy was when Dopamine ended up being a masterpiece.

"Dopamine" is a delicate pop R&B track that details a very similar situation to that of Ningning's "Bored!". Where the former has no intentions of committing to a relationship, messing with people as she sees fit, Giselle is very much in denial. She portrays herself as cold and detached "(I don't need a man, just accessories") meanwhile on the inside she is spiraling. HARD. Giselle knows that she's falling in love but she's been burned before and is afraid of being vulnerable with this person ("lock it up inside, I gotta hide the way I feel"). So, she keeps them at arms length, never letting them in and in turn never allowing them the chance to hurt her.

That first line in the chorus, "Be my little secret / Keep it hush hush, but I think I'm in love", it just hits. There's so much emotion rolled up in her delivery of the line combined with the narrative of the song as a whole. Giselle could very well tell this person how she feels, she could even cut them off and never see them again if that option is too hard (and from the look of the lyrics it would be). But still she stays, addicted to the rush of dopamine that she gets from every encounter. Since she can't or won't let herself have love, Giselle will take jewels, diamonds, anything to help fill the void created by her self-isolation, a void only made more prominent by the subject of the song. Its all just so toxic and tragic, the way she wants this man to be choking on his feelings the same way she is. How, deep inside, both parties know Giselle will never open up, yet they choose to act on their desires every time. That is, until the end.

The bridge into the outro itself is better than the entirety of her first solo. The music quiets down as Giselle talks to herself, only able to spill her true feelings when she's alone. She casts away her mask, admitting that her supposed heart of ice has been bleeding this entire time, that even the heavens know she needs this person in her life. She charges up this admission into a beautiful high note, allowing the incoming storm of synth to represent her emotions. Its that final seventy seconds or so, right after the 2:43 mark, that really makes this song for me. The art of the release, when everything falls into place and all of the feelings you've been holding so close to your chest burst from your body. "Dopamine" is gorgeous and mature and paints the picture of a fully realized human being. It's so much more suited to Giselle than the song SM gave her for their previous tour, and I mean gave in the most derogatory way. The subject matter is so real and you feel every drop of yearning in her vocal delivery. I'm glad she got the chance to work with the producers on this one and reinforce the fact that, when they allow her to carry out her vision, she's a very capable artist. The stage performance? Insane. I heard that the couch she used sold out after the first performances in Seoul, that's so hilarious to me.

I want to briefly mention the special version of it that she performed in Tokyo, which switches up the big release at the end for something more subdued and playful. The original outro goes full steam ahead to emotional catharsis while this one, with its very electronic alarm type noises and little metallic tinks, feels much gentler. Like maybe she's learned to be a bit kinder to herself, she's a work in progress after all.

10/10, tens all around. This song was initially tied for first place as my favorite but with the official release I think the scales have begun to shift.

SPARK - WINTER

I don't remember Winter's first solo. I know it was a ballad, and I'm pretty sure it was called "Lips", but that where my knowledge of the whole affair ends. In one of their behind the scene videos for this tour Winter went on to say this about her new solo song: "Last time I did a ballad but this time I wanted to show off more of my dance. I like dancing too, you know". Well, she got me with this one. Boy, did she ever get me! I did not see this triumph coming.

If "Bored!" represents cheeky self-serving apathy and "Dopamine" is self-sabotage, "Spark" is self-actualization and the honesty that comes along with it.

From the very first note of you're left waiting, wanting, anticipation building alongside the beat. Winter's lines are delivered in this airy and sort of crooning tone, it's such a change up from how deep and robust we know her voice can be. In this self written track she urges the subject to tune in to her wavelength, study her down to the very last molecule and accept access into her soul. Winter doesn't shy away from her desires, unafraid of seeming desperate or being too much. She embraces the intensity of this love, this connection with the song's subject, and is practically begging them to acknowledge what is going on. These feelings that have been born between them are about to bear fruit and she knows it. Its only a matter of encouraging the subject to let loose, coaxing them into the headspace where nothing else matters other than the goddess in front of them. Winter needs to push the subject to their limit, until the build up becomes too much and they have to either take action or suffocate on this tension.

They both know what they need and what it takes to get it.

"One little spark and you set me free / Now one becomes two".

I urge you, if there's any part of the song that you choose to blast on full volume, let it be the build up into the chorus. Once again the art of the build and release comes into play here. The song has been steadily building throughout the verse and pre-chorus but as soon as Winter sings, "Now one becomes two", cementing the union between herself and the song's subject, something magical happens. Those four words become an incantation, a spell to open a portal to a technicolor dimension. Winter pushes you in and as you're left to freefall the colorful tunnel begins to churn and collapse in on you. Infinite shades of pink, purple, blue, and blinding white strobe violently; entering your system, charging through your veins and building on top of the already unbearable attraction. The force reaches your eyes as they begin to project a rainbow, different colors flashing into place in time with the quickened beat.

Winter is in front of you again and, holding out a singular matchstick. You both know she can't light it by herself. What is one to do when placed on the precipice, where the stable ground behind symbolizes everything you've ever known while the open air out front symbolizes everything you have ever wanted. Perhaps this was destined, written in the stars. After all, when faced with the latter conditions, is it ever really a choice?

You light the match.

"Only takes one little spark / And we're igniting"

The portal spits you out above a kaleidoscope of a city. You soar, high on the sheer intensity of your connection, the joining of two souls within a space illuminated by a myriad of brilliant colors. "Spark" is an invitation to face your feelings, face your truth. Should you choose to take the risk you'll be swiftly rewarded, sucked into Winter's world and warmed by the eternal flame that burns between the both of you. The moment your souls meet, that critical turning point where one becomes two, there's no going back. It's just so alluring and intimate and sexy and ughhhhhhh.

The live performance is everything I could have ever wanted from Winter. She's always been such a sharp and powerful dancer, the elements of vogueing really suit her and the piece overall. When I saw this fancam of her for the first time I was gagged, speechless because of her beauty and stage presence. That opening sequence with the shadows cast on Winter and all of her dancers as they move as one machine, it's so coooooooool. Her initial outfit is lovely but for the debut of the special version she wore a lilac corset style top with detached puffy princess sleeves and this long veil with flowers sowed onto it, I wanted to die. The special version also plays with the chorus drop, adding in a long moment of silence before the second chorus in order to build even more anticipation. They power walk towards the back, Winter looks back toward the crowd but the lights go out. Cue the lights and the big reveal: the dancers have formed a blooming sun shape around Winter. She flicks a hand and the whole thing implodes, sending the dancers away as she basks in the moment, in her power.

I am not exaggerating when I say that I need this song engraved in the grooves of my brain. The studio recording pushed this one to the top of the rankings for me, I was not prepared for the religious experience I would be faced with when we hit the pre-chorus and beyond. The genre of synth pop has so much potential for conveying the most powerful of emotions, truly one of my favorites. I think this song is single-handedly helping me come to terms with the fact that I'm very much Winter biased, something I've been steadily ignoring since Drama Era. I BOUGHT A TICKET TO GO SEE THEM IN FEBRUARY SIMPLY SO I COULD SEE THIS (and Dopamine, and Drama, and a couple other songs) LIVE!!! I think I might actual perish that day, we'll just have to wait and see.

Glad SM was able to scrape together some brain cells, read the room and actually release these songs to the public. I'm gonna have a blast with these leading up to my concert date. Credit to JUST, Timing, Tsuki, and Jiunan for the pictures that I struggled to make a collage out of. I'm kind of bad with technology sometimes.

Cheers,

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

[novankenn]

J/C - the Idols of Beacon

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(Chapter 10 - Revisions)

Carla and Joan were beat. A five am wake-up call from Pyrrha walking into their accommodations and waking them up for an early morning run and some additional light calisthenics was not they were ready for. Dressed in plain hoodies and sweatpants to keep their bodies warm after having quick showers,they were escorted to the cafeteria.

That was when the hell deepened further. Joan reached for Pumpkin Pete's Crunchy Marshmallow Flake and had it removed from her grasp, finding a plate with cantaloupe and a half an orange grapefruit placed on her tray. She hot Pyrrha a pleading and horrified look, and only received a shake of the Champion’s head, her long red tresses floating about behind her head.

“Ah, come on, really?” Carla whined as her donuts we also replaced. “This is cruel…”

“It fits with the meal plan Ms Hamelin provided you and me, and she is right… you too have been very much over indulging in a high fat caloric diet.” Pyrrha informed the pair, as she also took the same meal. “You will have a cheat day, and that will be Sunday. On that day, you can eat whatever you want, but until then… we stick to the meal plan.”

“It’s not fair!” Joan whined in what Pyrrha instantly noticed happened in a very Jaune like fashion. “Pumpkin Pete’s is healthy… 15% of our daily…”

“It is completely garbage. Come on now, I’m going to follow the exact meal plan you will be… give it a chance. Your, cheat day is coming up soon.”

“Yeah, like in five days… that’s real soon.”

“Come on now.” Pyrrha encouraged the pair. “Let’s go have a seat with my team, you’ll…” Pyrrha was a little concerned that both Joan and Carla instantly froze. “Is there something wrong?”

“I… um…” Joan stammered”

“Can we just hide in a corner? Like eat alone?” Carla asked, her eyes rimmed with fear.

“Enough of that. My team is very friendly, and you can’t keep isolating yourselves.” Pyrrha replied, “Look there they are…”

Joan and Carl’s shoulders slumped in defeat, and under Pyrrha’s direction, they shuffled forward and silently took spots at the table. They sighed in concert as they just sat there heads bowed staring blankly at their meals.

“Pyrrha?” Ren asked, arching an eyebrow. “Introductions?”

“Ren. Nora. This is Joan and Carla. They’re new to Beacon, and taking part in a special project in preparation for the Vytal Festival.” Pyrrha then turned her attention and smile to Joan and Carla. “Joan. Carla. These are my teammates Ren and Nora.”

Joan cringed when she saw Nora, was almost studying her. Nora was chaos incarnate, she was friendly and bubbly… but what most didn’t know or notice was she was also very observant, and currently those observational skills were being aimed at Joan.

“Pancakes?” Nora offered a beaming smile on her face.

“They are on a strict monitored caloric intake diet. So do not temp them, Nora.” Pyrrha cut in, stopping her teammate from sharing her plate of fluffy, syrupy, powered and whip cream top breakfast. Carla and Joan both instantly had the almost unbearable urge to brain themselves with the table.

/=/

After a very distressing and depressing breakfast, the pair of would-be Idols returned to their dorm and got dressed for their first session of dance and vocal practice… which neither was looking forward to. Cloaked in their hoodies and sweatpants, they made their unescorted way to the designated room. Upon entering, they separated, Joan removed her sweatpants and unzipped her hoodie. She took a few minutes to insert a set of wireless ear buds and started her saved play list.

Carla moved to the barre, and began some classical stretches, and shook her head as soon as she heard Joan started to vocalize the lyrics to a rap song as she proceeded to do her own stretches. Neither paid attention to the door, as it opened, allowing Piper Hamelin to enter. She stopped in her tracks and raised an eyebrow. Giving a look to Carla who just shook her head, she returned her attention to Joan.

“Music is like magic there’s a certain feeling you get when your real and you spit and people are feeling your shit.” “This is your moment and every single minute you spend trying to hold onto it cause you may never get it again.” “So while you’re in it try to get as much shit as you can and when your run is over just admit when its at its end.” “Cause I’m at the end of my wits with half this shit that gets in.” “I got a list here’s the order of my list that it’s in.” “It goes, Reggie, Jay-Z, Tupac and Biggie, Andre from Outcast, Jada, Kurupt, Nas and then me. But in this industry I’m the cause of a lot of envy, so when I’m not put on this list the shit does not offend me.”

“That’s why you see me walk around like nothing’s bothering me. Even though half you people got a fucken problem with me?

“You hate it but you know respect you’ve got to give me The press's wet dream like Bobby and Whitney. Nate hit me.” (“Till I Collapse” - Eminem - Verse #2)  

Piper moved across the room and placed herself directly in front of Joan, causing the young woman to stammer and end her ‘signing’. Stopping the playback and removing her ear buds, Joan started to look extremely apologetic.

“None of that.” Piper commented. “Your inflection was perfect. Your, timing the same, and the tempo and rhythm… spot on. I will have to re-evaluate you… and this gives me a direction to implement both of your talents.”

“Tha… thank you?”

“Enough.” Piper looked at Carla. “I understand you both have some ballet training. Show me, and then we will move to more contemporary.” 

Piper walked away from Joan and approached the console for the sound system. 

[icarusthelunarguard]

This Week’s Horrible-Scopes

It’s time for this week’s Horrible-Scopes! So for those of you that know your Astrological Signs, cool! If not, just pick one, roll a D12, or just make it up as you go along. It really doesn’t matter. Better yet! Check out “Heart of the Game, Fredonia” and see if they can sell you those D12’s with the symbols on them. Tell them “Shujin Tribble” sentcha. And “Hail, Hail, Fredonia!” Home of the Blue Devil!

No plan, no backup, no weapons worth a damn, oh, and something else we don't have: anything to lose! So, if you are sitting up there in your silly little spaceships with all your silly little guns, and you've got any plans on taking the Pandorica tonight, just remember who's standing in your way! And then… AND THEN… do the smart thing: Let Someone Else Try First.

Aries 

We keep telling some of you to go out there on a car day-trip, maybe rent a super car, or hop a train and do it that way. Well this time we’re going a different way - Get Out On The Water! Book a berth on a fishing boat, wake up at WAY too early in the morning, and go out fishing. Just remember that whatever you catch is going home with you as food. So This Week… Buy a good sized cooler that’ll hold about 10 pounds of ice without leaking. 

Taurus 

If you’re going on vacation choose where to go carefully. Yes you could go to Yellowstone National Park in Wyoming… but if you REALLY want to see Yogi and Booboo Bear, plan your visit to Yogi Bear's Jellystone Park Camp-Resorts! There’s plenty of places to choose to visit; from Annapolis Valley, Nova Scotia to Lodi, California. So This Week… You are not permitted to tempt the bear with pick-i-nick baskets. You WILL be spotted and “excused from the park”. Do NOT try it.

Gemini  

Are you a SuperHero? You’ll probably say, “No”, but that’s not the correct answer. The answer isn’t, “Yes” either. The only correct answer is, “You need to ask someone else.” Because YOU might not think you’re that special, but we’re pretty sure someone else out there knows you are to them. So This Week… Batman didn’t have any superpowers, but he was able to pickpocket a power ring off Green Lantern Hal Jordan. Let’s also acknowledge that this WAS Hal Jordan we’re talking about, so not THAT big a task. But Still!

Cancer Moon-Child 

We were going to ask you if you knew the lyrics to the song, “The Lion Sleeps Tonight” - those first mambo-jumbo words that don’t seem to mean anything. Well, turns out THAT song is a cover! The original song title was "Mbube" (the Zulu word for "lion") and was written and first recorded in 1939 by Solomon Linda, a South African Zulu singer. "Wimoweh" is a mishearing of the original song's chorus of "Uyimbube"… Zulu for, 'You are a lion'. So This Week… Follow EVERY rabbit hole of information you can! You will learn so much!

Leo 

OH! We’re not even CLOSE to done discussing songs where we never understood the meaning! Let’s go to the 1976 hit, “December, 1963 (Oh What a Night!)” by The Four Seasons. You need to listen to those lyrics again because we KNOW you won’t just take our word for it. Hear, take a listen. “Oh, I… I got a funny feelin' when she walked in the room. And my… as I recall it ended much too soon.” So This Week… Don’t go overthinking this one. It’s about a First Time One Night Stand! Stop thinking that pop music was never about sex!

Virgo 

Ok. One more song and its lyrics. But this time it’s a cartoon series theme! It goes like this… “Amp it up! Amp it up Action Man! Action Man, Amp It Up! Amp It Up Action Man, Greatest Hero Of Them All!” So This Week… He may have been the “Greatest” hero, but he wasn’t the FIRST Superhero the world has ever known. THAT honour goes to Captain Caveman! Go look him up. 

Libra

We get that you don’t like some food because of the texture. Don’t like raw tomatoes in Caprese Salad but you like pizza sauce? Perfectly understandable. You’ll happily eat apples but loath applesauce? Ok, we get you. But we draw the line at Peanut Butter with you. So This Week.. those of you that like Chunky, Crunchy Peanut Butter are dead to us now. Hope it was worth it. 

Scorpio 

You know how big Canada is? It has two major, recognized languages, dozens of localized dialects, who-only-knows how many native languages, and more waterways than you could count! And Canada is, arguably, the SINGULAR Most-Important country in the world, and you never realized it. And now you get to learn why. So This Week… The North Pole is in Canada. And WHO LIVES AT THE NORTH POLE?! That’s right! And it’s only FOUR MONTHS until Christmas! Get Your Holiday Purchases done NOW!

Sagittarius 

What the hell have you been smokin’ last week? Don’t you even TRY to lie to us, we know what you’ve been doing and you need to cut it the hell out! And no, we’re not going to drop cold water on you to put it out! So This Week… You need to watch how hot your deep frying oil gets! 400F is too damned close to the Flashpoint of pretty much EVERY oil you might be making poutine fries with. CUT IT OUT! 

Capricorn 

You’re really in need of a hobby, but always thinking you’re not good enough at something quickly enough. It’s. A. Hobby! It’s not a job. You don’t need to make money off it and you don’t have to be perfect at it. It’s supposed to be something you enjoy; It’s supposed to be “whimsey”, not stress. So This Week… You either need “eBay For Canadians For Dummies” or “Anger Management For Dummies”. Either way there’s a War Crime’s a’commin’! 

Aquarius 

Nothing’s going wrong for you this week, and we’re proud for this one! Things will be arranged in such a way to be “close, but no collision” and it’s a double-edged sword. Problem is it’ll be a little stressful watching things happen near you, but you’ll be safe. So This Week… Buy and wear a full-body chainmail suit. If Zeus wants to smite you, make sure he has to WORK at it for a change. 

Pisces  

The Flying Spaghetti Monster has caressed your karma with His Noodly Appendage and bestowed upon you his blessings. Your reaction times will be improved, your die rolls superior, your sense of smell improved, and your voice will rival that of a cardinal. So This Week… Honestly, things are a little tight for us on money. We’re having a hard time bribing The Stars to give you special dispensation. So it’s time for you to cough up some dough, ‘cause… You know, that’s a nice Fortune you’ve got there. Be a SHAME for something to happen to it next week. 

And THOSE are your Horrible-Scopes for this week! Remember if you liked what you got, we’re obviously not working hard enough at these. BUT! If you want a better or nastier one for your own sign or someone else’s, all you need to do to bribe me is just Let Me Know - or check out the Ko-Fi page ( https://ko-fi.com/icarusthelunarguard )! These will be posted online at the end of each week via Tumblr, Twitter, Facebook, Discord, and BLUESKY.

[theangelofangst]

I LIVE for Mario Bro headcanons @jell-o101

Mario isn’t much of a reader but he’s damn good at telling stories both him and Luigi have fond memories of the two of them staying up late at night while Mario tells him various stories.

On the opposite, Luigi loves to read, couple of times at Christmas or their birthday, he’d ask for books in contrast to Mario wanting video games from their parents.

Speaking of their birthday, Mario once went to three separate bookstores to find the book in one of Luigi’s collections and vice versa with Luigi who went to several separate game stores to find the one retro game Mario had been searching for months.

Even though Mario isn’t big on books, he actually loves comic books though he’s picking with what he likes.

Luigi loves listening to music, he doesn’t have a specific genre, he likes whatever one has a good melody, lyrics or a good beat to it, something he can tap his feet and bob his head too (something that I personally do)

Whenever one of them is in trouble they are able to sense it via a sensation like an electric shock, a cold dread sinks into the pits of their stomachs.

With Mario hating mushrooms (I’m once again projecting here) I can see Luigi hating bell peppers, now it’s fine if they are in a dish where he can’t taste them but if they are by themselves and raw, he can’t do it.

With both their favorites dishes being Italian their second favorite dishes are Mexican.

After the events of the movie, they both 100% developed separation anxiety that didn’t go away until months afterwards and even when they could go out without being glued to the others side, they still held hands whenever they went through the warp tunnel and when they walked about large crowds.

They 10000% shared a up after they got back home, they made sure to bathe, Mario made sure they both got something to eat and then proceeded to sleep holding the other for the next twelve hours straight, with the occasional nightmares they both would wake from and hold on to each other tighter.

They aren’t afraid to show physical affection in public, they will hug each other, sit impossibly close to one another and hold hands on a daily without a care of who sees.

Mario became non verbal for a bit after the movie, he was just so tired and emotionally drained from almost losing Luigi that he could speak, all he could do was hold onto his brother like a koala bear. Luigi doesn’t mind though, he knows what he brother is saying we’ve without words.

Mario will often tell Luigi how great he knows he is on a daily, they could be doing something normal that doesn’t require a lot of brain power and Mario will go “You’re the best, Lu!” Which immediately makes Luigi cry and makes him retaliate with the same kind words.

Whenever Luigi is overstimulated, Mario will turn into his car or his tannoki firm and let Luigi pet the soft fur, he literally becomes his brother emotional support animal for a bit and Luigi will never be able to express enough how grateful he was of that.

One day at school they had an easy to write about their favorite person in the world, both of them picked each other and hugged one another once they found out. They both got A’s on that essay.

When Luigi is having a meltdown/a shutdown, he will immediately run to Mario for comfort, a hug from his brother is always enough to calm him down, and in the rare chance it isn’t Mario will simply sing an old Italian lullaby to calm him and then he will hold him.

They both love Stars Wars but like different aspects of it. Luigi loves the story and world building whereas Mario loves the lightsabers and fighting choreography.

They both also really love the Tinkerbell movies. They both agree that the Secret of the Wings is their favorite (due to that one being about twin sisters) with Legend of the Neverbeast being their second and the one that makes them both cry.

Forehead touches, they do it as often as one would think. Mainly it’s Mario doing it to Luigi whenever he’s having a hard time but Mario also needs it as well during the rare moments where he can’t pretend he’s fine and Luigi sees through his facade.

Their love language to each other is physical affection/verbal affection

Mini wholesome headcanons for the Bros

Whenever they both hug, Mario has to take his cap off because it always falls off of his head since Luigi, being taller, leans close to him and knocks it off. And now, they have learned to just, be at eye level for hugs or…Luigi bends down some more (they absolutely refuse to not wear their caps because they are absolute weirdos)

Luigi definitely uses a rubix cube as his fidget toy, or maybe even a toy car since he probably messes with the wheels (the toy truck used in their commercial is the same one Baby Luigi had in the flashback)

Mario probably says a lot of puns that hurts Luigi’s brain (Sans and Papyrus dynamic perhaps?)

Mario probably had a lot of bandages on his knees as a kid.

Realistically, siblings fight. And the only argument I can see happening was Luigi wanting a turn on Mario’s games and immediately quitting when he couldn’t get it right.

Mario chews very loud.

Luigi IMMEDIATELY telling that Mario has a crush on Peach before Mario even knows.

Luigi is probably SO clumsy that Mario “Luigi proofs” the house/room.

Mario is not allowed in the kitchen because Luigi says “MY DOMAIN!”

Give me more ideas in the comments or tags. The funnier the better. I’m looking at YOU GUYS, @theangelofangst @the-brucest-fan @pianokantzart @zootopiathingz @multicolour-ink

[lickingyellowpaint]

Turns out I WAS just that bored. Did you know Asks have a character limit for replies? I didn’t. Anyway. Here, nonny:

1. What were your summers like as a kid?   

Playing in the backyard with my brother - we had tire swings, if not much else. Did some day camp but don't remember much. Vacations were to family in near neighboring states, not very exciting, but cool for a city kid to get out to the country every so often. Lots of multiplayer computer games on the home network. Cats. Books. Playing Star Wars with neighbor friends with lightsabers for sticks. Rollerblading and biking around the neighborhood until the streetlamps came on. Writing little songs and stories.

2. Do you enjoy thrilling rides like rollercoasters?

Not particularly.

3. Who was your childhood hero?   

Mulder and Scully.

4. What is your favorite book?   

The Picture of Dorian Gray, forever and always.

5. What do you find most attractive about your crush?   

Don't really have any new/exciting crush of any kind.

6. What’s your favorite outfit?   

I really do love that jumpsuit I got with the open sides. It's just cool, despite its tweed-ness.

7. Does seeing people in love make you happy? Sad? Annoyed?

None of the above? What people? What context? None of my business, usually, but always happy for friends when they find someone who makes them happy.

8. Do you sleep with a stuffed animal?   

One of my real animal curls up with me every night and purrs up a storm in my arms, and I wouldn't dream of letting Pusheen take her spot.

9. What CD did you play to death as a kid?   

Alanis' Jagged Little Pill got a weird amount of play. I was young when it came out, didn't even understand half of it, but liked singing along while doing dishes.

10. Hike to a mountain top to watch the sunrise or drive out of town to stargaze?

The hike/sunrise.

11. What song has the most relatable song lyrics to you?   

I love music and lean on it hard and always have, so too many to list.

12. Iced drinks or hot drinks?   

Hot. Even in summer. Iced coffee is an abomination to me.

13. Bright colors or neutral tones?   

I guess I'll go with bright but it really depends on for what.

14. Breakfast for dinner or pizza for breakfast?   

Breakfast pizza usually means there was dinner pizza, so the answer's kinda both? I usually don't eat until after 2 PM, though, so I doubt that still counts as breakfast.

15. Do you have a green thumb or a black thumb?

Black. Unfortunately. My last plant died last month and I'm likely never bothering again.

16. What’s your favorite feature of yours?   

My arms. Even at my laziest, I've always had a little tone thanks to bass.

17. Would you rather be a lawyer or a doctor?   

Lawyer, I guess. Can't imagine having to deal with calling insurance companies all the time.

18. What type do you tend to go for physically?   

Men, lean with some definition but not too muscly. Women, I've found myself temporarily dazzled by all types.

19. Power of invisibility or flight?   

Invisibility.

20. Would you rather wake up with your makeup magically done or your hair?

Hair. It's impossible to even brush properly half the time. This would be a welcome blessing.

21. What’s the stupidest fight you’ve ever gotten into?   

Not sure. I'm pretty confrontation-avoidant, so fights aren't something that happen often.

22. What’s the weirdest thing you’ve seen someone do in public?   

I've seen all sorts of things but there's a big difference between Witnessed At Pride/Market Days weird, Boomers Partying In The French Quarter weird, Homeless weird... hell, sometimes I'M the Weird Thing In Public.

23. What’s your dream date?   

Not so much dream and not so much date - my usual old preference was one-nighters with tourists I'd never have to see again. So, yeah, I don't think I have one of these...

24. Do you tend to gravitate more toward using logic or intuition to make decisions?

Logic for work, intuition for personal.

25. Do you like parties?   

Pre-COVID, yes. Maybe someday again if that's magically not an issue anymore.  

26. Did you enjoy high school?   

Kind of! I enjoyed research and writing papers, enjoyed being on the school paper staff and the interviewing opportunities it gave me at the time, enjoyed my bizarre little social circle, and all the ill-advised dalliances. Didn't much groove with my fellow IB kids, though.

27. Who is the craziest person in your family and why?   

It may have once been my dad, but I'm afraid I've adopted the mantle.

28. What’s your favorite holiday tradition?   

Halloween parade.

29. Can you describe your laugh?   

Sometimes I'm wheezy but I blame the smoking.

30. Instagram or Twitter?    

Twitter - if there's breaking news, I'll venture there for locals' insights. Instagram, you'd have to pay me to give a shit about.

31. What’s a show that everyone loves that you didn’t?   

I tried Dexter back in the day. Didn't make it far but can't remember why, just got bored. Most shows I haven't even bothered to try.

32. What song is stuck in your head?   

Light My Candle from RENT, all damn day. I saw a RENT poster on the bus this morning and it won't go away.

33. Do you like exercising?   

Yes, but I never have the time/privacy anymore to keep to my old routine. Bums me out. Could go to a gym but that's money and even less privacy. But YES I LIKE IT AND I MISS IT VERY MUCH.

34. Do you scare easily?   

From horror movies? No. From average everyday occurrences that trigger my CPTSD? Damn near daily.

35. Who are your top 5 celebrity crushes?   

I've decided to allow myself ONE skip in this survey and I'll use it here

36. If you could learn one language fluently what would it be?   

Probably the language most common amongst my job's regulars, so I could better communicate at work and thus better help people.

37. Would you fly to the moon if given the opportunity?   

Doubtful - likely too scared of what could go wrong.

38. What’s your favorite flower?   

Sunflowers are slightly special to me.

39. What non-sexual touch affects you the most?

Used to like having my hair petted but very rarely.

40. Do you enjoy cuddling?    

I can't truly relax, never know where to put my limbs, overheat way too quickly, and always feel like the other person must expect something from even my expression, that it should appear happy because of the cuddling. So, my face muscles start getting jerky and weird and deep down I hate it. It all makes me tense, too warm, and unsure of myself in every respect.

41. Do you like valentine’s day?   

I don't celebrate it but I don't outright despise it either. The real holiday is, of course, the next day when the candy goes on sale.

42. Do you enjoy driving and are you a good driver?

Never driven in my life and hope to never have to.

43. What would you be most likely to become famous for?   

Damned if I know. I used to think I might want it through writing, but fame seems exhausting, and my last good book idea, I tossed because someone else wrote the exact thing before I did. Soooooooooo, probably something really weird and un-sober. Like, Local Eats Too Many Edibles And Attempts To Leave Zoo With Meerkats In Pockets.

44. Do you have a favorite quote?

It's a Stephen Crane poem, but:   

I saw a man pursuing the horizon; Round and round they sped. I was disturbed at this;    I accosted the man. “It is futile,” I said, “You can never —” “You lie,” he cried,    And ran on.

45. Are you a romantic?   

lmao no

46. Do you have any tattoos or want to get one?

I have so many. One more in mind but the finances won't allow.

47. Biggest pet peeve?   

Currently? Every asshat who thinks personal calls on speakerphone, or watching videos without headphones, in a shared public space is an okay thing to do. Apparently there's a huge section of the population that was never taught how to behave politely. And so many of them come into my job, jesus shitting christ.

48. Favorite personality trait about yourself?   

Resourcefulness.

49. Sum up your type in three words.   

Creative. Charismatic. Frugal.

50. Do you listen to Kpop and if so who is your bias and why?

Nope.

51. What’s the longest you’ve ever stayed awake?

It was either 41 or 42 hours. Hallucinations happened at the end there. Not a fun time.

52. Hot or cold weather?

COLD. Anything above 75 or so can go back to hell from whence it came.

53. Bouquet of flowers or box of chocolates?   

Chocolates always.

54. Can you do any good impressions?   

I'm a great mimic with a wide vocal range but I don't use it as a party trick or anything, just for my own entertainment and acting practice.

55. What’s the best prank you’ve been witness to?

No idea. I pulled a good one on an old roomie but it's too long a story to bother with.

56. Favorite dessert?   

Might be baklava.

57. Is there a vine or tik tok you quote often?   

Yes but its audio was yoinked and used elsewhere, so I couldn't possibly say where it actually originated from.

58. What tumblr post always makes you laugh?

the salvador deli lmao

59. What country that you haven’t been to do you want to visit most?   

Most would require flying, so, none.

60. Can you cook and do you enjoy it?   

I'm a pretty decent cook and do enjoy it, but 99% of the time I'm gonna save effort, time, money and my weird digestive system by just munching on a sandwich instead. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

61. What’s your guilty pleasure movie?   

I'm trying to think if I love any movies that are so bad, they'd have to be guilty pleasures rather than regular ones. Maybe Roger Daltrey's version of The Beggar's Opera. I've got to be one of the few weirdos on the planet that enjoys that on a regular basis, right?

62. What’s your comfort movie?   

Fantasia.

63. Is there a genre of music you don’t like?   

Metal.

64. What’s an album that you think has no skips on it?   

The Who's Quadrophenia, I answer for the sixty bajillionth time because my answer will never change.

65. What’s your favorite thing to watch on youtube?

Obscure movies from between 1920-1990.

66. Would you make the first move to ask someone out?   

Not something I have to worry about but yeah, that's one area I do have actual social confidence in.

67. Do you often dream or have nightmares that you remember when you wake up?   

Pretty often, yeah.

68. What are you craving right now?   

Well, now that I mentioned it, baklava. -.-

69. What turns you on? Plenty of things. But I’m not about to list them on the designated horny freaks website, c’mon now.

70. What’s something you haven’t done that you think most people have?   

Driven a vehicle.

71. What genre is your favorite playlist right now and what’s it called?

I'm back to using YT more often than Spotify, and I don't even log into YT, so no playlists.

72. Are you a sad or happy drunk? Chill or energetic drunk?

Depends on the mood I was in when I started drinking. Tends to amplify it, whatever it may be.

73. What time of day do you like best?

Night.

74. Do you tend to enjoy being babied or do you prefer to be the one taking care of someone else?

I'll do or accept what I have to in emergencies, but neither? Handle your own shit day-to-day and let others do the same for the most part, is how I see it.

75. What top three cities do you want to travel to?

I'm gonna double the answer here, because I'd love to see Aspen, LA and San Fran again, but for places I HAVEN'T been to: Nashville, DC, and Savannah. (This list could def be less America-centric, but the plane thing...)

76. What’s your favorite feature about your best friend?

The fact he's pulled himself out of terrible health situations and is all the better for it - he's stronger than he thinks!

77. Do you have any pets? What are their names?

Three cats and, unfortunately, now a mere two fishies. The other recent tank additions didn't last long. :( But one of the originals is still kicking and seems to like his new friend.

78.  Back scratches or having your hair played with?

Used to be hair, but nowadays I just prefer not to be touched altogether. Hugs are okay, but that's it.

79. Do you like surprises?

I mean.... it really fucking depends what kind, doesn't it?

80. What’s your favorite picture of yourself?

Idk.

81. What books influenced you most as a child?

A whole bunch of ghost, paranormal, UFO and conspiracy books. I was THAT kid lol

82. Do you like kids?

I can pretend to like them for the brief period I am around them - no harm/no foul in that, so long as you act genuine enough: happy eyes, happy tones, engagement, listening, saying encouraging things. It's their feelings about the interaction that matter, not mine. But do I like them? No. They're usually stickier and louder than I can deal with.

83. What’s your favorite piece of jewelry? (or other accessory if you don’t wear any)

I switch fave necklaces every few years. I'll rock a piece daily for months on end, then suddenly change it up and wear the new one for months. I have a chunky silver bracelet I like a whole lot but I really don't remember to put jewelry on much unless I'm having A Very Aesthetic Day.

84. Any wild stories passed around in your family?

A great-aunt was somewhat close with John Dillinger, but I don't know any specific wild stories about that. Dad managed bands in the 80s and I don't think I was allowed to know the best stories there, though his friend told me one about them ripping through an obscene amount of blow in one weekend. Parents used to see Dahmer in the neighborhood sometimes because of the bathhouse down the block, and Gacy at least once. Most other wild family stories are my fault, and I'm not around for what are probably the cautionary tale retellings.

85. Do you consider yourself an independent person?

Yessssssss.

86. What are you most comfortable sleeping in?

Whatever I happened to spend the day in.

87.   What was your childhood dream?

And again, 'Dana Scully' is more or less the answer.

88. What’s your fictional OTP?   

I've had a few, which immediately invalidates the O in OTP - changes about once a decade, though.

89. What’s one thing you want to achieve this year?

HA, joke's on you, year's almost up, I don't have to achieve shit. Take THAT, survey.

90. What has been your favorite book you’ve read in the last 5 years?

Torn between Breakfast at Tiffany's, because such a refreshingly less cheesy ending than the movie, and Catcher in the Rye.

91. What was the first movie to make you cry?

I assume Wizard of Oz? I distinctly remember being distraught that it was over and making my mom put it on all over again from the start.

92. What book world would you live in if given the opportunity?

Not sure. Maybe LOTR, for the peace of the Shire and the chance to possibly encounter Aragorn's fine ass.

93. What’s your craziest work related story?

That a former employer became a murder victim whose case went famous, probably. I've also got some crazy tales from the skip-tracing stint, but I may be saving those up for a future memoir.

94. What’s the best job you’ve had so far?

My current one. Best pay + best boss + less demanding work than past jobs = bliss.

95. Worst tinder or date experience?

......see, I'm really wracking my brain here, and idk. Instant clinginess has put me off quickly in the past, though.

96. What’s the first thing you think of when you wake up most mornings?

Coffeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.......

97. Are you more of a planner or a spontaneous adventurer?

Spontaneous. Plans, I usually make and then have zero energy for, day of. But hit me up on the day of a Thing, whether that be a concert or a three-day ride-along out of state in a trucker friend's cab, and I might well be down so long as work sched allows.

98. Do you think you see yourself the way other people see you?

Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Doubtful.

99. What’s the last show you binged?

Watched four episodes of Wings today just because it was on and I loved that show as a kid. It holds up so well. (Lowell is such a himbo, god bless him.) But does four episodes count, or has the definition of 'binge' been irrevocably changed by the Netflix era?

100. What’s one of your fondest memories?

Every single New Orleans trip had its own unique magic - there's a balcony on Burgundy I'd love to be standing on again, simply taking in the night air and reminiscing.

[dearmantis]

Does he know that I'm falling

Pairing: Aleksander Morozova/The Darkling x Durast!Reader

Summary: Tempted by knowledge and power you choose to experiment with forces you should know nothing about, hidden in the shadows of the early morning hours. What are you going to do when the General finally realizes something is not right?

Warnings: Aleksander is his own warning let's be honest here, this is not a nice man, but he doesn't really do anything here. The better warning is that I'm blatantly ignoring established rules of the magic system, not a native english speaker and that this isn't really proofread.

Word Count: 3.1k

Authors' Note: Yes, I've read the books. Yes, I'm gonna ignore canon. Yes, I'm especially ignoring the rules around merzost. It's magic, I can do whatever I want with it. Also title is from the lyrics of the fruits by Paris Paloma.

Part 1 | Series Masterlist

If Baghra knew what you're doing... she would eat you alive. No questions asked. Nobody knows that better than you since you have spent most of your youth training with her, your powers too weak for the Generals liking.

So you avoid her like the plague, deeply convinced that she would be able to feel what you have done, what you do every day, what you're planning to do.

First in the workshops in the morning, last to leave in the night. Kirigan and your fellow Fabrikators think you are simply a very hard worker, an obsessed artist some might say. And in a way you are an obsessed artist. Your paint is just less conventional than people assume.

If anyone finds out what you are doing they will execute you. This simple fact is buried deep inside of your mind, burning bright every time you move your hands to wake your powers, but you can't help yourself.

You have to keep trying. You have to. If you don't you might lose your mind and do something even worse, something even dumber.

And who can truly blame you? Materialki are supposed to seek knowledge, right? That's what everyone encourages you to do. Stay away from the battlefield, you're useless there anyways. Hide away in the libraries and laboratories of Ravka and collect the knowledge of the world. Satisfy your greedy mind and create new out of the materials available to you. Give your existence worth that way, because Saints know the General will never look at someone of the Order of Fabrikators unless they possess knowledge that he requires for one of his plans.

So you do what you do best. In the early morning hours you slip out of your bedroom, awake even before the servants of the night shift leave their positions, and disappear in the workshop, sneaking to your usual station, as far away from the Generals quarters, the door and the windows as possible. The guards know you by now, and if the guards do then so does the General, but lucky for you he has never come down to the workshops when you worked on your little experiments.

You're not stupid and naive enough to believe that it will stay that way. If you don't create a pretend project to present to him soon he will end up questioning what you're working on. Simply claiming that your work was still slow and that you required the extra hours of work to catch up with the progress of the other Durasts would lead to Training with Baghra again and that would be catastrophic, but it's hard enough to resist working on your side project during the day to make corecloth for new keftas already. You can't imagine using some of your limited alone time for some other side project you don't even really care about just to stay save from Kirigan.

Creating the bulletproof fabric is boring, simple work for you and if you tried a bit you could probably work on something new on the side during your day work, but the scolding you would receive if someone caught you would be quite bothersome to deal with. Shit, your team leader already believes you're too weak to even make corecloth, he would definitely report you to the General. You can basically already hear the shadow summoners voice booming.

So you think creating the cloth that keeps you, your fellow Grisha and my personal guard safe is not important enough work for a mighty Durast like you? Do you perhaps believe that you don't need a kefta? That your powers could stop a bullet from a Drüskelle in the air? Do you want to test that theory during a stay at the Fjerdan border?

You shake your head quickly, pushing the imagined scenario far away from your consciousness, and step over to the window furthest in the back of the room, kneeling down to lift the loose wooden board out of the floor. Below it hides a small space, filled with four different notebooks.

Today will be the day, you decide.

First you move the notebooks to your desk, then you close the empty space below the window again. Your hands are shaking and sweaty as you pull out a candle holder and a box of matches. Everything in you screams to keep light sources away from you, to hide in the darkness and let the shadows swallow you as you break another rule of the little palace, but the guards know you're here. Staying in darkness would be suspicious.

When you're done preparing your workstation you're surrounded by three burning candles and four open notebooks, a new, fifth quickly joining, formerly hidden in one of the many inside pockets of your kefta. You pull out a pen and ink bottle as well, dipping the tip of the pen in the dark ink before writing down the date at the top of the first page when you notice with confusion that the ink is black instead of the usual dark blue you tend to favour. Eyes flickering to the paper glued on the bottle you check again but the writing clearly says dark blue. The ink bottle is tinted in a dark blue as well, just like all the other ink bottles you bought before.

It was probably just a mistake from the shopkeeper you bought the bottle from, but you can't stop the paranoid thoughts from racing though your mind, too fast for your rationality to catch and neutralize them. Goosebumps begin to rise over your arms, back and neck.

What if this is an omen?

Stepping back towards the door, you strain your ears to listen, checking if anyone is coming your way, panic thick in your veins. If it is a sign, it either means that today will change you forever, or it's a warning. A warning of the man dressed in black, the one to summon shadows. Your general.

Promise or warning?

What if it's both?

When the fear becomes too much to bear you open the door slowly, leaning out of the room to check the hallway, but you see nothing other than a servant girl, quickly carrying a large, heavy laundry basket with her. You smile nervously at her while your eyes scan the corners for the unnatural darkness that hints that Kirigan is close by, but you see nothing suspicious.

You don't let go of the unease yet, instead choosing to close the door before quickly brushing your fingertips together, reaching out with your powers to look for a small piece of unique metal.

There.

Kirigans ring is in his quarters, moving a few centimetres every few seconds. He's unfortunately already awake, but probably working, distracted by documents and plans for the next few days.

Stepping back to your workstation you open the pages you need in your notebooks, calmness spreading in your body and softening your tense muscles again, smoothing the goosebumps on your skin easily.

You don't even bother sitting down, knowing fully well that you will be too nervous to sit still anyways. Instead you rub your hands together, trying to warm them up a bit since the cold air in the work station is slowly turning your hands stiff. You will need full and precise control over your hands if this is supposed to work without anyone getting hurt.

When you lick your lips and take another deep breath, you force the words out immediately afterwards, closing your eyes and pressing the palms of your hands together lightly while your tongue curls and moves to form the words you've made yourself familiar with over the past few months but never spoke out loud.

It begins with a humming-like feeling in the back of your throat and a tingling sensation in your hands, similar to a limb falling asleep. Then your body becomes warm while you try your hardest to clear your mind from any bad thought you've ever had, including the dread still quietly bubbling below your sternum. If your hypothesis is right then you should be able to do this without catastrophic consequences, as long as you balance yourself completely before you begin the next step.

Your breath hitches once, twice, and you can't help yourself and reach out to check on the location of the ring one more time, this time without moving your hands from the position they're in, before you finally manage to calm your thoughts entirely.

Forcing any happiness or relief down that tries to fight its way up into your heart you open your eyes and begin to pull your hands apart slowly.

It feels like your hands are stuck together with strong, stringy glue, but slowly you begin to make progress. It doesn't hurt, just like you predicted, but that does not mean that the whole act is not exhausting to an almost ridiculous degree.

When your hands are finally around half a metre apart you try to relax a bit, your gaze falling on what stuck your hands together in the first place. It's not black like you expected, like you had seen before. Instead it looks a bit more like an iridescent, melted metal and shimmers like moonlight on the surface of a calm lake. It's bizarre and you almost move your hands to write down what you're seeing. It shifts in shape, moving slowly through the air between your hands like a thick liquid of some kind, almost see-through in some parts.

In the back of your mind you ask yourself if this is the same thing Ilya Morozova saw before he defeated death and payed with his life in the process, because you simply can't imagine that a man worthy of becoming a saint would summon a material like the inky blackness of the fold and decide to use it on a person, fully believing that it could save a life.

No, the Magic, the Merzost, of the fold must be mixed with darkness, there is no other option.

You close your eyes again, relaxing your hands even more, muscle after muscle, while you try to soothe your powers into rest, into letting go.

This is phase 3 of your experiment. Seeing if you can let go of the Merzost, and most importantly: what will follow after it's let loose.

Your hypothesis is that it will stop existing. It was summoned with no purpose, no intention, no emotion, so it has no task to fulfil, no reason to exist, nothing to keep it hooked in this world except your powers that are slowly letting go of it to lay dormant in the core of your soul once more.

Slowly, your hands begin to shake, the muscles exhausted from holding pure magic in your reality, but seconds before you think your arms will give out your powers finally let go and the Merzost begins to break apart into thin strings, then into dust like particles that drop to the surface of your work station before disappearing entirely.

You almost fall to your knees when it's done, instead managing to drop into the chair you pushed aside minutes earlier.

There's a painful ache in your arms and your fingers suddenly feel cold like ice, all the warmth from the merzost gone as if it never existed in the first place.

For a few minutes you just sit and breathe, listening to the birds outside waking up and the servants chatting while they switch shifts, the night shift girls clearly happy to finally be allowed to sleep. The halls fill with yawns from fellow Grisha as well, tired giggling audible in the hallways as the Little Palace slowly wakes up. Breakfast will start in an hour.

When you finally feel like you regained just enough strength you blow out the candles before cleaning the ink off your pen and closing the little bottle. There is no way you will be able to write anything down today, not with how overly exhausted the muscles in your arms are, so instead you choose to hide the notebooks again and walk up to your room to hide under your thick blankets.

Your team leader will scold you but you just summoned pure Merzost without having to pay a price other than some pain and numbness. What he thinks of you doesn't matter right now.

The trip through the Little Palace back to your rooms is weird. You feel distant from the other Grisha surrounding you despite the fact that most of them are just as tired as you are and you can't really pay attention to your surroundings. You're getting more and more dizzy with every step, stopping a few times to take a small breather and press your back to a wall for stability, refusing to sit down and show how sick you feel.

In the back of your mind you know you should check for the position of the Generals ring and try to avoid him and his always watching, seemingly all-knowing eyes, but you're sure if you try to lift your arms now they're going to fall off, so you choose to stay ignorant instead, praying that some Saint will take pity on you and keep you safe.

You're two doors away from your quarters, desperate to feel your soft pillow under your head and the warm comfort of your mattress and blankets, when it suddenly gets eerily quiet in your hallway, but you barely even pick up on the shift in volume and atmosphere around you.

Too caught up in your own miserable physical state you don't notice what's wrong until you find yourself face to face with an Oprichniki, his stoic eyes starring you down. Your body might be exhausted but your mind is still sharp enough to know that what this means so you quickly scramble to the side, your body hitting the wall in the process but you don't dare to make a sound, gaze flickering around until you find the General standing a few steps away, his dark grey eyes trained on you and your pitiful appearance. His gaze moves down your shape to inspect your kefta before he finally speaks, voice clear and calm. You still hear the underlying sharpness, the suspicion, despite the smoothness in his words.

The paranoia you felt an hour ago is clearly justified. He noticed your workload and will most definitely request to see what you're working on, especially after seeing you stumble around the hallways of the Little Palace.

"Are you alright, Durast?" He asks and you're not even surprised that he doesn't know your name despite the distrust he clearly holds for you.

Quickly nodding you press your body harder against the wall, the skin covering your shoulder blades hurting awfully, trapped between unyielding bone and stone wall, barely protected by the purple kefta, more of use against singular bullets than for comfort and protection against pressure.

"Yes moi soverenyi, everything is fine." You say quickly, forcing stability into your voice before tying your hardest to straighten out your back. "I'm just really tired. I haven't slept much in the past few weeks. I think I might've overworked myself a bit."

In the back of your mind an old memory of Baghra chastising you wakes up, her old voice loudly echoing through your consciousness as she scolds you.

"If you're gonna lie to me at least do me a favour and do it well. Liars always over-explain too much. Only mention enough information to assure the other person that you're not actively hiding something from them you stupid child."

Kirigans eyes do not leave you, his gaze calculating as it traces over your face, the stitching of your kefta and finally your arms and hands, hanging heavy and cold at your sides.

"Your hands are shaking." He points out and suddenly he's moving towards you, his movements too fast and too unexpected for you to dodge quickly. An echo of the feeling you get with Baghra, of that deep conviction that he will know what you've done if he gets too close to you crashes through your body like a wave but it's too late, his hands grabbing yours and lifting them up to get a better view of them.

You attempt to pull yourself out of his grasp but you can barely move your fingers at this point, giving up seconds later, your heartbeat rushing loudly in your ears. His eyes are too focused for your liking, carefully scanning your hands as if he knows that there's something for him to find, something off about your story. He doesn't believe you, not even a little bit.

A silent prayer to Ilya in chains, the man who became a saint for experimenting with magic, is all you can muster, unable to free yourself. Shit, even if your arms didn't feel like they're going to fall off any second, ripping your hands out of your Generals grasp would not only be rude, it would be disrespectful. You could get disciplined for such misdemeanour and it would probably only make him more suspicious of you and your experiments.

The Generals dark grey eyes move back to your face, so many questions clearly visible in his eyes that it takes your breath away for a second.

Is he trying to manipulate you?

Look at me. I have so many questions only you can answer. Don't you want to please me? Don't you want to please your General?

You shake your head lightly and he seems to take it as an answer to one of his questions, a frown appearing on his face before he lets go of your hands.

"Go to sleep. After you're rested please come to my quarters. I would like to talk about whatever project is taking up so much of your time. Perhaps we can organise a small team to support you. We can't have Grisha stumbling around the halls of the Little Palace like this. The king is going to assume I can't lead my soldiers well enough if he hears of this."

Nodding quickly, not trusting your voice to be stable enough for the usually expected yes, moi soverenyi, you try to take a step back, bumping into the wall with a wince before lowering your gaze to the floor to show respect. He waves his with his hand, dismissing you in the process, before continuing his path down the hallway.

When you finally stand in front of your room you force your hands back into movement to pull your key out of one of your many pockets to unlock the door, while silently asking yourself how the Generals hands could possibly be cold enough for the feeling to still be noticeable for you, despite the numb state of your arms.

Maybe that's why he always wears those gloves? His hands are just really, really cold?

Minutes after you fall into your bed, prepared to sleep the weird effects of the Merzost off, the General stands silently in his own quarters, staring at his hands as he realises that he not only foolishly touched you with his bare hands, he also didn't feel your powers pull on his amplification. No, you hadn't noticed anything at all and neither did he. He didn't amplify you when he touched you.

Slowly turning back towards his door, the same frown from before appears on his face, his mind deep in thought. Something about you is not right. Something has changed.

A mystery has revealed itself in the halls of his very own palace and for the first time in decades he has no idea what to do about it.

Part 2 - I have no time for confession

[ilovefandoms]

Alastember free for all week

My Alastair playlist

and the lyrics of each song that remind me of him:

seven - taylor swift

And I've been meaning to tell you I think your house is haunted Your dad is always mad and that must be why And I think you should come live with me And we can be pirates Then you won't have to cry Or hide in the closet

dollhouse - melanie martinez

Places, places Get in your places Throw on your dress and put on your doll faces Everyone thinks that we're perfect Please don't let them look through the curtains

for the love of a daughter - demi lovato

Oh, father Please, father Put the bottle down for the love of a daughter son

broken home - 5sos

Hey, mum, hey, dad, when did this end? When did you lose your happiness? I'm here alone inside of this broken home

family line - conan gray

(I know this song is already a popular opinion within the fandom)

Scattered 'cross my family line I'm so good at telling lies That came from my mother's side Told a million to survive

[...]

All that I did to try to undo it All of my pain and all your excuses I was a kid, but I wasn't clueless (Someone who loves you wouldn't do this) All of my past, I tried to erase it But now I see, would I even change it? Might share a face and share a last name but (We are not the same, same)

matilda - harry styles

you talk of the pain like it's all alright But I know that you feel like a piece of you's dead insidе You showed me a power that is strong еnough to bring sun to the darkest days

devil in me - halsey

You said I should eat my feelings Head held high I won't take anyone down if I crawl tonight But I still let everyone down when I change in size And I went tumbling down tryna reach your high But I scream too loud if I speak my mind I don't wanna wake it up (x3) The devil in me

perfect - simple plan

I'm never gonna be good enough for you Can't pretend that I'm alright And you can't change me […] Nothing's gonna change the things that you said And nothing's gonna make this right again (Right again)

i’m not okay (i promise) - mcr

(this one's here just because I can picture Alastair screaming the chorus)

But I'm okay, I'm okay! I'm okay now, "I'm okay now," but you really need to Listen to me, because I'm telling you the truth! I mean this, I'm okay! "Trust me…" I'm not okay I'm not okay, well, I'm not okay, I'm not o-fucking-kay!

I HATE EVERYBODY - halsey

I'm my own biggest enemy Yeah, all my empathy's a disaster Feelin' somethin' like a scaly thing Wrapped too tightly 'round my own master [..] So I just keep sayin' I hate everybody But maybe I, maybe I don't

jet black heart - 5sos

The blood in my veins is made up of mistakes Let's forget who we are and dive into the dark As we burst into color, returning to life 'Cause I've got a jet black heart And there's a hurricane underneath it Trying to keep us apart I write with a poison pen But these chemicals moving between us Are the reason to start again

tolerate it - taylor swift

(the fact that this song fits for both Alastair's relationship with his father and Charles says it all)

You're so much older and wiser, and I I wait by the door like I'm just a kid Use my best colors for your portrait Lay the table with the fancy shit And watch you tolerate it […] I know my love should be celebrated But you tolerate it

29 - demi lovato

(just change the ages to fit Charles and Alastair)

Finally twenty-nine Funny, just like you were at the time Thought it was a teenage dream, just a fantasy But was it yours or was it mine? Seventeen, twenty-nine

paris - the chainsmokers

(remember when Cassie put this in her ChoI playlist and we clowned thinking this was about thomastair?)

If we go down then we go down together They'll say you could do anything They'll say that I was clever If we go down then we go down together We'll get away with everything Let's show them we are better

this is me trying - taylor swift

(another popular fandom opinion)

They told me all of my cages were mental So I got wasted like all my potential And my words shoot to kill when I'm mad I have a lot of regrets about that […] I just wanted you to know that this is me trying

be kind - marshmello & halsey

I know you need, I know you need The upper hand even when we aren't fighting 'Cause in the past, you had to prepare every time, yeah Don't wanna leave, don't wanna leave But if you're gonna fight, then do it for me I know you're built to love, but broken down, so just try, yeah

still learning - halsey

And you wouldn't believe Everything that I seen, no Comin' apart at the seams And no one around me knows Who I am, what I'm on Who I've hurt and where they've gone I know that I've done some wrong But I'm tryna make it right

only the brave - louis tomlinson

Pour mercy, mercy on me, set fire to history I'm breakin' my own rules, I'm cryin' like a fool

Charles/Alastair playlist

Thomastair playlist

[punkrockmads]

Found Family

Abby x F! Reader Mini Series

Warnings: Mentions of rape, extreme fluff, brief hints at "mommy kink" and sexual notions

Chapter Five; Big Brother

*FOUR MONTHS PREGNANT*

A sweet, relaxing song plays from the record player. Honeybee by Steam Powered Giraffe. My absolute favorite. I sing along with the lyrics, swaying side to side slowly as I fold laundry. Abby's downstairs washing dishes, the two of us working on our early morning chores while Lev sleeps in. It's nice that the three of us get weekends off. It gives us a break and time to spend with each other.

My stomach has grown quite a bit, making my pregnancy harder to hide and my clothes harder to fit into. I've stolen many of Abby's shirts these past couple of months. Abby and I plan on telling Lev about the baby when he wakes up, especially since tomorrow is the day we finally get to know the gender of the baby.

'You didn't have to smile at me

Your grin's the sweetest

That I've ever seen

But you did

Yes you did'

As I sing along, lost in thought, I don't even notice Abby sneak into the bedroom, tip toeing up behind me.

"Gotcha!" She yells, grabbing my waist. I scream, nearly jumping out of my skin as I drop the shirt I was folding. Abby laughs, tickling my sides.

"Asshole!" I laugh, putting my hands over hers. "You coulda given me a heart attack!"

"Oh, well we wouldn't want that, huh?" Abby teases, peppering my neck and jaw with kisses. "Didn't know you could sing." She mumbles against my cheek, swaying side to side with me.

"Eh." I shrug. "I'm not great at it."

"Well I think you have the voice of an angel." Abby says, turning me around to face her. I drape my arms over her shoulders, the laundry long forgotten as I get lost in Abby's smile.

"Sap." I smile.

She laughs, kissing me softly. "You ready to tell Lev?"

"Mhm." I nod, turning back around to finish folding the laundry. That's when the baby shifts around a little in my stomach. "Woah!" I put my hand on my stomach, rubbing circles to try to calm the baby. It's always so active in the morning. I wish Abby could feel it but the doctor said only a couple more months and she'll be able to feel it kicking.

"You okay?" Abby asks, standing next to me and looking at me with worried eyes.

"Oh, yeah." I smile. "Our baby just decided now's the time to do a little boogie."

Abby chuckles, kneeling in between me and the bed and holding my stomach. She lifts my shirt a little, sliding her hands underneath. "Hey, you little goober." She says to the little being. She kisses right above my navel. "It's too early to be squirmin' around in there, you're distracting mommy!"

I smile at the new title. "Mommy, huh?" I run my fingers through Abby's hair, messing up her braid a little. She looks up at me with a smile.

"C'mon." She chuckles. "We both know I'm gonna be momma." I pretend to think it over, putting a finger to my chin.

"Hmm. I could get used to that." I laugh, gently cupping Abby's face and guiding her back up. She hums, kissing my lips. "But say it again just in case." I mumble against her lips.

"What- which one?" Abby laughs. I laugh with her, reaching back and grabbing her ass. I pull her closer to me, our bodies pressed against each other.

"Both of them." I laugh. She puts her hands on my hips, fingers pressing into the skin gently.

"Well..." Abby pauses, a hint of excitement in her eyes. I have no doubt mine look the same. "You would be..." She pauses again, kissing me. "Mommy." I laugh a little as she beams down at me. "And I..." Another kiss. "would be..." I hum into the third kiss. "Momma." Her grip on my waist has tightened a little.

"Oh yeah." I laugh. "I can get used to this."

Abby grins, a fire growing in her hazel eyes. "Good." She chuckles.

A loud thud from across the hall tears us out of our thoughts. Lev's room! The two of us immediately run into his room, seeing him sitting on the floor rubbing the back of his head. "Ouch." He groans.

"Lev, are you okay?" I ask, a hand over my frantically beating heart.

"Yeah. Sorry." Lev says, standing up. "Fell out of bed." He sighs. Abby and I look at each other, holding back laughs. "Don't you dare laugh!" Lev points at us, holding back his own laughter.

"We're not laughing!" Abby snorts. "Just... it's a little funny." She bites her lip, a wide grin on her face.

"Shut up." Lev says, trying unsuccessfully to hide his smile. I decide it's finally time we tell him about the baby.

"Hey, Lev?" I pause as he looks at me. "Come on downstairs and eat breakfast. Abby and I gotta tell you somethin'." I make it seem as casual as possible, trying to pass it off as some kind of patrol orders or something.

"Okay." Lev nods. "I'll be down in a second." Abby and I head downstairs, a little worried about how Lev will react. The two of us sit in the living room, watching some random movie while we wait for Lev. After a few minutes, he walks in with a bowl of cereal, sitting next to me on the couch, putting me in between two of my three favorite people. "So, what did you wanna tell me?" Lev asks, taking a bite of his cereal.

I take a deep breath, picking at my nails as I will myself to tell Lev what I should've told him months ago. "Lev, I'm pregnant." It comes out clear and calm, my voice hiding how nervous I am. Lev puts his spoon down, looking between Abby and I with a confused frown.

"But..." He pauses. "I thought girls can't get each other pregnant unless one of them has a-"

"They can't." Abby cuts him off, speaking gently. She gets up, moving to kneel in front of him. "Lev, do you remember when I told you that the Rattlers hurt Y/N really bad?" Lev nods. "They did... inappropriate things to her without her consent." Abby tenses up, looking at me for approval to keep going. I place a hand on her shoulder, squeezing lightly to let her know it's okay. "Do you remember what that's called?" Lev nods, scared to say the actual word in front of me. I don't blame him, I'm scared to use the word myself.

"Lev, honey." He looks at me with the most sincere and pitiful eyes. "What happened to me was... it was awful. But this baby... it's not. Abby and I wanna keep it and we... we want you to be it's big brother. If you want to, of course."

Lev's eyes light up with joy. "You mean I get a little sister?!" Abby and I laugh at his enthusiasm.

"We don't know if it's a girl or boy yet, goober." Abby stands up, ruffling Lev's hair before sitting back down beside me. "But yes, in a few months, you'll have a little sibling. Y/N's already four months along now."

"Holy shit." Lev whispers. "Can... can I see?" He asks, referring to my stomach. I nod, lifting my (Abby's) shirt past my stomach to let him see the bump that was getting harder and harder to conceal. "There's a baby in there?!" Lev asks, looking up at me in amazement. I nod, smiling at him.

Lev reaches to put a hand on my stomach, hesitating for a moment. "Go ahead." I say. "It's okay." He puts his hand on my stomach, moving it along the curve.

"Woah!" Lev laughs. "Wait... is this why I haven't been allowed in the guest room?" He glares up at Abby and she smiles.

"Yeah." Abby shrugs. "We've been turning it into the baby's room. Wanted it to be a surprise." The baby moves, causing me to flinch a little out of shock.

"Are you okay? Did I hurt you?" Lev asks, taking his hand off my stomach.

"Nono it's okay." I assure him, guiding his hand back to the bump. "The baby's moving around in there."

"Really?!" Lev moves to press his ear to my stomach.

"Yeah." I chuckle. "I think it can sense your touch. It's saying 'Hi, big brother!'" Lev laughs, trying to see if he can hear the baby moving.

"In about a month, we'll be able to feel it kick." Abby says. "And we might even be able to see it moving." She remembers the last bit from one of the dozens of pregnancy books and articles she's started bringing home. She's read each one at least twice in order to know everything she can about the baby and pregnancy. It's cute that she's trying to be so prepared. As Abby starts listing off a few more facts she read, the baby shifts in a way that almost feels like it's doing a backflip in my stomach, causing me to let out an involuntary gasp. "Y/N?!" Abby puts a hand on my back, her and Lev looking at me cautiously.

"Jesus." I let out a breathy laugh. "Little bean's groovin' in there." Abby and Lev laugh at my description of the baby moving. It moves again. "Is it trying to do the Cupid Shuffle?!" The three of us laugh harder.

"I think it's saying 'Mommy, you need to eat! We're starving!'" Abby grins, rubbing my back.

"Alriiight." I sigh. "Guess I do need to eat." Abby, Lev and I spend the rest of the day cuddled up on the couch, watching movies and talking about the baby as well as telling stories from our adventures. Lev tells me about the time Abby tried to teach him Backgammon and Abby tells me about her encounter with the Rat King. I rest my head on Abby's shoulder, feeling perfectly content sitting beside my family.

The next morning, the three of us head to the infirmary to find out the gender of the baby. After another ultrasound, the doctor comes in with a clipboard. "The baby's in perfect health, Mrs. Anderson!" He says. At first, I think he's talking to Abby, but he's looking directly at me. I glance at Abby and she winks with a playful smile. Ah, of course. She's the one who put 'Y/N Anderson' in my file. Honestly... I can't complain. It fits perfectly; shows that Abby and I are together. I'm hers, she's mine. "It looks like you're about nineteen and a half weeks along. The baby is right where it should be in the development stages."

"And the gender?" I ask, grabbing Lev and Abby's hands.

"Mrs. and Mrs. Anderson..." He pauses for dramatic effect, smiling at us. I feel my breath hitch in my throat, so extremely excited. "In just a few months, you will be bringing a beautiful baby girl into the world!" Abby immediately pulls me into a hug, squeezing me carefully as I hug back. The two of us cry, absolutely overjoyed.

Lev stands up on his chair, raising his fists in the air. "I knew it! I fucking knew it!"

[alicanta77]

NCT Dream Reaction: Their idol crush debuting

Mark:

gives you all the advice he can think of at once

he just really wants to help you as best he can but probably ends up making you feel a bit overwhelmed by accident

tops it all off with a small

“but don’t worry, you’ll do great”

“uh huh...” *pure panic in your eyes*

makes sure to compliment you massively after you finished

knows that there must have been loads going through your head and is so proud that you did such a good job

keeps saying how he can’t believe you’re both finally in the industry together

definitely tries to get a chance to collab with you

doesn’t realise how much he’s asking for one until management say they only are giving it to him to shut him up about it

is nervous cause he knows that you’re both going to be busy

but he still puts aside any time he can just to see you and spend time with you

because he can’t think of a better way to spend his time

Renjun:

radiates calm

focuses heavily on helping you through the stress of debuting rather than giving you loads of advice on what comes next

expect a lot of soft words and tips on how to not get overwhelmed

definitely tells you to focus on him in the audience if you need to

but he knows that as soon as you’re up there, your adrenaline will take over and you won’t see him at all

once you’re finished he gives you the biggest hug

strokes your head and tells you that you did such a good job

in the next few weeks he constantly plays your song on vlive or mentions that he’s listening to it recently

and fans probably start asking for a cover

cause you’ve both debuted he can’t see you as often as he’d like to

but he reassures you that he is ALWAYS a phone call away for whenever you need any further help

doesn’t tell you but he sets an individual ringtone for you that will wake him up no matter what time you ring him

wants you to know he’s always by your side

Jeno:

the best, most comforting person to have around part 1

literally has the best advice, most reassuring words and the patience to watch you go over your routine 46875092348571 times if you want

has definitely visited you in the practice room to see if you’re okay

asks you to teach it to him because that’ll make sure you remember it

reminds you most of all to enjoy it, because you only get to debut once

gives you a supportive hug before you go on and tells you that he’ll be here when you finish

is kind of subtle about it in terms of hyping it up

hypes up the song/your group rather than specifically mentioning you

just cause he’s nervous about rumours that may come from it and that could lead to you getting hate

instead just mentions that your group is debuting soon and that fans should be excited for it

does start dancing whenever it comes on without realising

doesn’t realise he knows the whole rap until your song comes up when the boys are playing finish the lyric

the MCs question him but he just smiles and says he enjoys the song

and only the boys know that it’s not the song that’s on his mind but you

Donghyuck:

even though he’s a very teasing person

and teases you at almost every opportunity he gets

this is probably the one time he doesn’t tease or make fun of you in any way

he knows how stressful debuting can be and doesn’t want to accidentally invalidate your feelings

instead he is supportive and really REALLY helpful

gives you useful tips on how to control your nerves so they don’t affect your vocals

reminds you to make eye contact with the camera

and to keep your expression to match your concept, even when you’re off camera because your fan cam would catch it

he knows how hard you’ve worked for this and wants you to do well

makes sure to bring literally as many member of NCT as he can to your debut so that you have some friendly faces in the audience

also he never told you this

but he also brought your parents to your showcase as a surprise

and gets them to come backstage so that you can see them

let’s you come to him when you’ve finished saying hi to your family

and gives you the biggest hug while whispering how proud of you he is

feels you relax into him and he doesn’t want to ever let you go

Jaemin:

the best, most comforting person to have around part 2

gives you tips on taking care of yourself after idol life takes off

like to make sure to eat and rest enough and tricks on how to catch up on rest if you miss it

or good nutritional foods to eat when you’re on diet

probably REALLY stresses the importance of not overworking yourself, especially right after debut

reminds you to stretch your muscles constantly to avoid injury

ends it with telling you to just go out there and do your best because you are amazing therefore your best is also absolutely amazing

he doesn’t make the rules it’s science

is waiting for you backstage with a water bottle and a hug when you finish performing

lets you be as emotional as you need to be and reminds you that he is so damn proud of you

keeps saying things like how you’re going to take the world by storm

and he secretly hopes that you won’t forget about him

cause he could never forget about you if he tried

Chenle:

hypes up your debut so much

literally SO MUCH

like in every live he does or interview and they’re asked what they’re excited for he always replies

“y/n’s debut! you guys should check it out it looks very cool” *gives a thumbs up*

starts a hashtag on your debut day on every social media he has

is literally shameless in his promotion of it

this continues after your debut

if he’s asked about any recommendations he says your song

he also ALWAYS plays your song on live

literally fans start to trend that chenle promotes you better than your company

is also not shy about admitting you’re his favourite member

always says things like how he liked your part in the mv, or your concept teaser is his favourite

sometimes he has to be reminded that there are other members in your group

he still randomly sings parts of it months after its come out

he can’t help it though

he thinks everybody should know how amazing you are

Jisung:

is probably a little intimidated by your concept

like he remembers training with you when you were both young and innocent

dressed in pink and polkadots and jumping around

and now you’re wearing leather and harnesses and body rolling

and you look really hot

gets shy and blushes just from watching you practice in your baggy clothes

is absolutely terrified for how red he knows he is gonna go when you actually perform live

hides himself away from the camera cause he knows that if anyone sees him going red, he’ll never live it down

probably does a dance cover to it tho

and fans go NUTS and start demanding interactions and collabs

this is only fuelled when you danced to ridin’ on a live

and you two became a power couple before you were even a couple

but jisung was really glad because if the fans loved you two together so much, it gave you a reason to produce content together

and he got to see you much more often

[stariwrites]

👀👀👀👀 Ship your moots

Alright I’m putting this under a readmore because I’m going to try and include all of my moots so let’s see how I do. They’re going to be split up half and half so this is the first half. I’m determined also I may have gone overboard but it’s chill

Edit: adding more here!

@dabitdabi Keigo for sure, they’d be so powerful it would be insane😩, he’d be so cute and flustered and Cheshire is such a sweetheart he’d practically drop everything for her if she needed it. The type of couple who compliment each other, she’d remind him to take care of himself and make sure he knows that shes somebody he can depend on/talk to at the end of the day. And he’ll take care of her too, make sure he remembers her favorite food, flower, blanket you name it he’ll remember.

@sleepyrintaro (ik you’re on a hiatus love but I wanted to include you too) Kuroo, another absolute unit. When I tell you they’re both geniuses and when they’re together they’re either the most intelligent people or have one brain cell shared and there’s no in between, there’s no in between. Rin is amazing and is so kind/has such a big heart the two of them would have so much fun together and be so fun to be around. Kuroo would love hearing about psychology and it would basically turn into talking about hyperfixations going back and forth.

@rukunas Sukuna hands down. Rue is so sweet and has the best vibes and I feel like Sukuna would be drawn to that. The soft but only for you trope definitely comes into play here. Sukuna would look so intimidating and tease Rue but then get flustered half way through. King of curses or not he can be really intimidating one minute but as soon as you need him he’s instantly like ‘what’s wrong baby what happened?’ (Basically the Gordon Ramsey with kids vs with adults comes into play here).

@kkodzvken Dabi or Toga, Lune is a sweetheart and I feel like both Dabi and Toga would look at them and instantly think ‘I want to protect them.’ This relationship would be very cute in its own way because they’d all watch out for each other. Dabi would smile so fondly it would be a crime, but if he’s ever called out on it he would 100% deny it and you can’t convince me otherwise. He’d let Lune wear his coat around if they wanted to. With Toga, she’d do skin care (if you wanted to) and would adore shopping dates! Loves cuddling and just snuggling up to you too!

@katslutski I cannot stress this enough: Nanami Kento. They both value independence and Nanami would take care of you if you needed it. He’d love chilling and watching movies or reading quietly with Kat and nobody can convince me otherwise. Slow dancing in a kitchen would be a must at least once. They’d have separate apartments but spend a lot of time at the others. He’d send texts from time to time asking how she is and would enjoy making dinner together with her. Nothing relaxes him more than the time they have together. Kat is so fun to talk to and is honestly amazing and so is Nanami so they would for sure have the best convos too.

@pupimouto Chuuya hands down. Babi is honestly amazing and Chuuya would be so enamored. He’d also have the thought of ‘Must protect.’ Adores her, the red and pink aesthetic for sure. He’d get into a fight if anybody looked at her the wrong way. If there’s a bad day he’d be there to hold her close to her and reassure her and if she kisses him or holds his hand/tells him she loves him? Gone he has ascended, he’ll smile for the rest of the day.

@oilivia Oikawa. Liv deserves the best and who is Oikawa if he doesn’t provide? Their relationship is super fun, he’d listen to her playlists and playfully tease her a bit but it’s all in good fun. (He makes sure not to go too far and cross a line) the type of relationship where they both bicker playfully, but also have really deep convos. They also balance each other out and help each other to either break out of their shell or relax and just focus on the present. Communication between them is amazing, they make it look so easy. Both of them are able to confide in the other knowing it’s a safe space and there will be no judgement. Oikawa also loves to fluster her in public by calling her cute pet names.

@bakugohoex Jean Kirschtein, they’re able to be independent but also comes together. The best friends before being lovers type of thing. Ria is amazing and Jean would be there to hang out with her and makes sure to call her beautiful everyday. He adores the little domestic moments the most and would love hearing about her day and would check in throughout the day with ‘Hey baby how are you doing?’ Attentive and he’s a very good listener. They’d both work so well together! He seems like the type to theorize movies and so they’d both exchange their own and see who’s closer to what’s actually going on.

@chaos-night *deep inhale* ATSUHIRO SAKO please they’d be so perfect I’m not even kidding! He’d take up ballroom dancing lessons so they could dance in the kitchen and their relationship would be so soft and wholesome. Chaos is a wonderful person and is a great listener as well as fun to talk to so they would both revel in each other’s presence. Atsuhiro would shower her in praise all the time. He’d adore her so much and everyday would fall a little more in love with her. King of romantic dates whether it’s extravagant or just hanging out and watching movies either way he adores it. Will hold her close to his chest as they sleep whispering how much he loves her and how lucky he is to be with her.

@raes-still-rambling the sweetest I can’t even articulate. Tamaki Amajiki they would work so well together. He’d find so much comfort in them. His favorite would be if they just cuddled together and watched a movie. He isn’t big on romance but he’d put his all into it regardless. Loves holding their hand and would smile softly whenever he sees her. They’d definitely have a cuddling playlist and he’d show them he loves them through small actions

@m-mortimer Christa and Ymir 100%. Izzie has such a big heart and I feel like she’d fit into this dynamic so well! They’d both take care of her, Ymir has strong mommy dom energy and would make sure both her girls are doing well. They would all live the cottage core lesbian dream I guarantee you. Would dance around and just have a lot of laughs together, making flower crowns would be an absolute must. They’d all take care of each other and would help if any of them got into a bad headspace. This relationship would feel like a home.

@deludedimagines Levi Ackerman, Sorcha has to be one of the coolest people ever and who better to match that energy than Humanity’s Strongest. Their relationship would be comfort. Both of them would find solace in each other whether it be making tea late at night to playing games in the morning. The two of them would work so well together, completely content to dwell in the comfortable silence they’ve created. They’d also clean together with soft music playing in the background and Levi can’t get enough of it. Their relationship is full of understanding one another. The phrase/lyrics “Life is not the things that we do it’s who we’re doing them with” very much applies here.

@fuwushiguro Toji Fushiguro no questions asked. The most interesting and fun relationship ever, Venus is a goddess and is so kind/compassionate Toji would start out being like ‘I have no intention of falling in love’ and then before he knows it he’s in love. Would protect her no matter what, they would have amazing stories. Their life would be like a movie. He’d hold her and in the soft moments tell her how much he loves her and how he feels complete with them together. He’s the type to use action instead of words so if he sees her sad? He’s off to get ice cream and put on her favorite comfort movie. He grumbles about her making him soft but when she just gives him a smile and says he likes it he can’t help but smile fondly, he can’t argue with that.

@fushigurocockslut Mahito, they too have a fun relationship. Tessa is one of the chillest people I’ve ever had the joy of knowing and her and Mahito would be so chaotic im living for it. They share one brain cell and it’s to wreak total havoc, both of them have the friendship dynamic down to the point where people have to ask if they’re dating or just close friends. Mahito loves spending time with her and they both would absolutely prank the hell out of Nanami. Also they’d find/have the coolest hang outs to chill and listen to music, eat snacks and vibe. Although they may be chaotic they’d also have really chill moments where they would just relax and stargaze. The two of them could talk about everything and anything.

@doinmybesthere Shoto Todoroki. Emme has a huge heart with so much love and she deserves to receive all that love back and more. Shoto is not big on pda, but behind closed doors he loves intimacy. In the quiet moments of just waking up he’d kiss her forehead with a groggy ‘Good morning love’ their dynamic is ‘Two sweethearts in a room they might love each other unconditionally’ and then they did. Slow dancing in the kitchen? Absolutely. Shoto is also attentive and adores Emme’s beautiful singing voice, on bad nights he loves nothing more than to feel her fingers in his hair and hear her voice as he drifts off. If the roles are reversed he holds her to his chest and hums softly while rubbing soothing circles against her back. Their relationship is wholesome and they bring out the best in each other.

@izukine Takemichi for sure. Both would try and protect the other and they’d both be flustered by the other since they’d both of the thought process of ‘Theyre so cute my heart feels like it’s about to burst’ Liyah is so friendly and awesome and I feel like Takemichi would be drawn to that. Whether it be walking around or just chilling both of them would just like the time they spend together. Every time Takemichi sees her he instantly perks up and has a cute smile on his face. Their relationship holds solid communication and trust.

@cupcake-rogue Bakugou Katsuki without question. King of making sure Star is taken care of and has a soft spot for her. Everybody makes fun of him for it, but he doesn’t care. Star would mean the world to him and knowing that he comes home to see her face would relax him and keep him calm. He loves holding her in his arms and if she runs her fingers through his scalp he’s gone. Instantly falls asleep. Uses actions over words so he’ll make sure he has her favorite foods/drinks stalked in the fridge. If he notices it’s a bad day he’ll ask how he can make it better. The two of them would have a relationship that’s all about care.

@nomadmilk Kirishima Eijirou both of them take care of each other and have so much fun together. Matching outfits? Sure. Cute couple photos? Absolutely! They’re the definition of couple aesthetic/goals. Love being affectionate, it doesn’t matter if they’re in public or not. Kirishima will constantly praise Noma and be like ‘that’s my baby!’ Whenever you do something. He loves supporting you and if you ever comfort him/do the same he’ll be so happy. Loves to hold and cuddle Noma a lot. Both of them together would radiate so much love they both deserve wonderful things.

If I didn’t get to you this round just you wait cause tomorrow is part 2

[vanillasakura]

@magnoliacqffee and I were discussing some Sean and Karen headcanons last night, and they’re just so adorable I had to share them. They’re a bit of a mix between modern and canon-compliant, but these two are so great together who really cares, y’know? (Bonus NSFW at the end as well!)

Canon-Compliant (But everything is happy)

Sean would light his farts on fire and Karen would watch and laugh

Whenever Karen’s feeling down, she’d rest her head on Sean’s shoulder and just let herself exist with him. Doesn’t matter if John and Arthur are pissing each other off five feet away, in that moment, the only two people that exist are her and Sean

Sean is a huge swooner, and his favorite thing ever is kissing Karen. Not just in a passionate and intimate way, but specifically light, chaste kisses that he can give her again and again and again. Whenever she has enough, he’ll pout but let her have her way. He’s gonna kiss her again soon, anyhow

Nothing has the power to make Sean happy like resting his head on Karen’s chest and being held by her. He’s a total boob guy, and would often fall asleep with his head sandwiched between her boobs

Sean is a horrible dancer, but that doesn’t stop him from trying to take the lead when dancing with Karen. It never works out very well, and she ends up showing him how it’s done, and eventually, the two of them can waltz without Sean stepping on her toes

Sometimes, very rarely, Karen will sleep in one of Sean’s shirts. This only happens when the two of them are in his tent, but it doesn’t stop Sean from feeling himself fall in love with her all over again at the simple sight of it

They love doing each other’s hair

After the gang breaks up, they get a house not far from Beecher’s Hope, and host parties all the time. They have lots of open space and love having people over

Their house is by a field, and sometimes, Sean will stand in it, pretending to be a scarecrow to see how long it will take Karen to notice, claiming that he’s been cursed and needs a kiss to be able to move again. He’ll call her a crow if she refuses to come over

Their house is full of lots of little things they’ve found along the way, and isn’t dirty or messy at all, just seems a little cluttered. Sean in particular hates throwing things away, so they have little boxes of bottlecaps and cigarette cards stored all over the main room of the house

Sean would be paramount in helping Karen recover from her alcoholism. (Assuming that she starts drinking much heavier not because of his death, but because of mounting tensions in the gang.) He’d distract her whenever she feels the urge coming on, and if she did end up drinking, she’d feel horrible, crying because she “failed him.” Sean would hold her close and kiss her tears away and rock her side to side in his lap, telling her that he knows it’s hard, but he’s always here for her, and that they’re gonna get through this. He treats Karen’s problems like his own, and will do whatever it takes to help her

Both of them sleep hot, but unfortunately for them, Sean is a huge cuddle bug and will not sleep unless he is holding Karen or she is holding him. He’ll even reach out for her in his sleep, and pull her flush against him. It’s not very comfortable, downright miserable during the summer when they often wake up in a pool of sweat, but they learn to handle it. 

Modern

Their house would have whoppee cushions all over the place. Call it juvenile as much as you want, Grimshaw, but both of them are “farts are funny” people. The first time you go over all hell would break loose, but just because you’ve since learned to look before you sit doesn’t mean it would end. Karen would distract you with something while Sean would work on placing the cushion where you were sitting, and when you do sit on it they would both laugh and high-five

Going off of @ttuesday ‘s headcanon that Karen would be obsessed with GTA V, especially GTA Online, because it’s so accurate it hurts. Sean would love watching her play and would ask her to do completely random things. “Can you shoot a hooker for me” “Can you bomb a movie theatre” “Can you steal a helicopter” “Can you rob a convenience store” He’d be convinced Karen is the best at video games and nobody can surpass her, and anytime she shows him evidence that proves otherwise he would go “they just got lucky”

They’d both start playing Fortnite ironically but it would quickly become unironic. They’d talk each other out of buying skins and the battle pass. They’d also try and get Jack interested but Jack wouldn’t find the game fun and would end up reading while the two of them are getting, in Sean’s words “crispy dubs”

Sean has ADHD. This point is not up for debate as I also have it and can spot somebody with it a mile away. He would solely stim on Karen, his favorite thing would be tapping his fingers on her arms and playing with her curls. Every time he lightly pulls a curl he would go “boing” under his breath, and Karen would find it adorable. They’d literally be at Arthur’s place and Sean would be tapping away on Karen and Arthur would ask if it bothered her, but Karen would just shrug, she’s so used to it she hardly notices anymore, and she also secretly adores it

Sean would use Money Machine as a copy pasta and send it to Karen all the time. She’d send him a selfie or whatever and he would literally respond with the lyrics to Money Machine. He also uses it as a “verbal copy pasta”, where something happens and he just... says the lyrics to Money Machine

Sean and Karen would be the best at Just Dance. Javier would film their dance battles all the time and it would be epic to witness

They’d both play Smash to deal with stress, and have hosted some amazing Smash Parties in the past

Karen would affectionately refer to Sean as “her little sussy”

Their song would be Karen, You’re an Angel by Sleeping in the Aviary

Sean would have two ways of waking Karen up: A.) Kissing her face until she opens her eyes, him asking in a whisper how she slept, or B.) Airhorn. It’s usually always the first option, though

Sean would send Karen this image:

NSFW

Let’s get it out of the way: Sean is a quickshot, even when he’s sober. He always makes sure Karen gets hers though, he loves eating her out and if him finishing quickly is an excuse to do it, then it’s not that bad, right?

Sean could spend hours playing with Karen’s boobs. He can’t think of anything more attractive in the entire world

Speaking of, both of them have very sensitive nipples, and both of them use this to their advantage. They have 100% both come before just by rubbing their chests together

Neither of them are usually very serious during sex, and they almost always crack a joke or laugh during the do. It’s more fun that way, after all!

[capsteddybear]

Our Playlist: Banana Pancakes - Jack Johnson

Song lyrics: ** "We got everything we need right here, And everything we need is enough, Just so easy when the whole world fits inside of your arms."

The sunlight is shining through the curtain and you turn towards Chris to block the light. He lazily throws his arms around you to rub your back and moans. You fall back to sleep, but suddenly your alarm clock goes off. You groan and bury your face in Chris chest. He kisses your head and reaches over you to turn it off.

"Why did you set your alarm clock? It's Saturday."

You look up at him, "Wait, is it?" You look around confused.

He gives you a sleepy smile and pulls you to him, "mm hmm."

You snuggle up to his chest and let out a deep breath, "Sorry, work has been driving me crazy and stressing me out."

Chris lets out a sleepy laugh, "It's okay, it's okay. You don't have work today. Let's go back to sleep."

"Mmm, okay."

You wake up a couple of hours later. You stretch out your arm to Chris' side, but he's not there. You sit up on the bed and you hear singing coming from down the hallway. You quietly exit your bedroom and head towards the singing. You hear it coming from the kitchen. When you turn the corner you see Chris shirtless with bedhead hair and just pajama sweatpants on cooking and singing a Disney song. Chris turns around to scoop the food from the pan to the plate and smiles as soon as he sees you.

"Good morning, beautiful."

You run your fingers through your hair and take a seat on the barstool at the island counter, "Morning. Wait, is it still morning?"

Chris looks at the clock that's on the stove, "uh no, it's 3 in the afternoon."

"We slept in for an extra 7 hours?!"

"You slept in for 7, I woke up a couple of hours before."

"Why didn't you wake me?"

"I know work has been getting to you and you looked peaceful sleeping."

You tilt your head and smile, "Why thank you. What did you cook?"

"Your favorite; banana pancakes.... And bacon," he slides the plate to you.

You bring your hands to your face like an excited little kid, "Ahh! Yay. Breakfast food for lunch."

He smiles and shakes his head. He serves himself a plate and takes a seat next to you.

As you're eating he has his hand on your thigh and lightly moves his thumb up and down.

"So how is it?" Chris asks as you take a big bite of the pancake.

You give a thumbs up and nod your head. Chris laughs and points to the corner of your mouth, "you got a little something there." Before you could grab your napkins to wipe it off Chris' lips are on yours. You moan at the soft touch. "There got it."

You give him a smile and cover your mouth, "thank you."

He smiles, "you're welcome."

You continue eating and you feel Chris staring at you from the corner of your eye.

"What?"

"You look really beautiful in the morning."

You laugh, "Really? I just woke up, I have bedhead hair, and I'm stuffing my face with pancakes."

Chris smiles and cups your face, "but you're relaxed and happy and when I see you happy you're beautiful."

Your eyes get watery and you tilt your head towards his hand and lean in for a kiss.

You put your head down, "Sorry for being a pain in the ass these few days."

He squeezes your thigh, "hey what did I say about apologizing? You don't need to."

A tear starts rolling down your cheek, "Yeah I do need to apologize, I shouldn't have yelled at you the way that I did. You didn't deserve that."

He wipes the tear from your cheek, "Hey stop crying. If you don't mind talking about it now, what was bugging you so much?"

You sigh and bite your lip, "Work. It's just been getting crazy with a lot of stuff. With all of the meetings, rehearsals, and classes the stress has finally caught up with me. I just needed time alone with no one asking me for anything."

Chris rubs your thigh to comfort you, "Sorry."

"It's okay, I should have said what was bugging me when you asked instead of yelling at you."

Chris smiles, "Okay, new unofficial rule when you come home quiet and not yourself and you walk straight to your office I won't bug you until you're ready to come out, okay? I made that room not only as an office, but as a place you could relax and take a break from the world."

"Thank you. I love you, Chris." You lean in for a kiss.

You finish eating breakfast and you help Chris clean up the kitchen.

You wrap your arms around him, "what are we gonna do now?"

He wraps his arms around you and rubs your back, "hmm, what do you feel like doing?"

"Would it be crazy if I said a nap? My food coma is hitting hard."

Chris laughs, "No it's not crazy because I was thinking the same thing."

Chris takes your hand and leads you to the bedroom.

As soon as you both lay on the bed he rests his head on your chest.

"Mmm, you make a good pillow." You giggle and run your fingers through his hair making him even more sleepy. "I love you, (y/n)." He scoots up your body and wraps his arms around your waist and starts planting light kisses on your neck and shoulders. His scruff starts to tickle you.

You giggle, "Hey we're supposed to be napping."

"Do you want me to stop?"

"Mmm, no."

"Well okay then," as he continues kisses down your neck. You lazily throw one leg around his waist to bring him closer. He runs his hand up and down your thigh as you run your fingers through his hair.

"Mmm, I love you."

Chris cups your face and looks into your eyes, "I love you too, (y/n)." He kisses you again and lays his head down on the pillow and pulls you closer.

You inhale his scent on his neck, "I'm so sleepy."

He rubs your shoulder and kisses your forehead, "Shh, lets sleep now."

You giggle in his ear and slowly fall to sleep as he lightly rubs your shoulder.

You and Chris nap and are woken up by Dodger jumping on the bed.

"Hey bubba," Chris says in his sleepy voice.

"Poor baby has been cooped up inside all day, we should take him for a walk."

"Hm, good idea."

"Let's get dressed." Dodger jumps off the bed and takes off running down the hallway. "Well I guess he's ready."

Chris laughs and pulls you towards him and kisses you.

"Hey come on, if we start this again we won't get out of bed."

Chris pulls the covers over his face and groans. Dodger comes bolting into the room. And jumps on the bed and starts licking Chris' face.

"Okay, okay, okay, I'll get up." Dodger lays on Chris' chest and gives him puppy eyes. "Hey bubba, we talked about this."

"Aww, come on, Chris. Get up or I'll start giving you puppy eyes."

Chris gives you a smirk, "Oh really?"

You lightly smack his shoulder, "No, and come on before we waste the rest of the day."

Chris tilts his head, "There's no wasted time when I'm spending it with you."

You smile and give him a kiss on the cheek, "I love you." Dodger scoots up Chris' chest and licks his face.

"Uh oh, I think Dodger might be jealous."

You pet Dodger, "hey, I thought we were buds. I buy you your favorite treats."

Chris laughs, "We should get dressed now. Okay bubba, down." Dodger gets off of the bed and walks out of the room. You and Chris get dressed. As you're getting dressed you look out the window and notice it's raining.

"Wow!"

Chris turns to you, "what is it?"

"It's raining."

"Do you still wanna go out?"

"Yeah, we have rain jackets, we'll be fine."

"Okay." Chris walks into the closet and grabs your jackets and umbrella. "Ready when you are."

You walk over to the dresser and grab your NASA hat that Chris got you and put it on, "Ready!"

While you guys are out for your walk with Dodger the rain is just a light drizzle. Dodger jumps in and out of puddles as you walk on the curb while holding Chris' hand for balance. You guys walk around a small neighborhood park before the rain starts to get harder.

Chris looks up at the sky, "think we should head back soon?"

A loud thunder rumbles. You jump, "Uh yeah."

Chris wraps his arm around your shoulder, "let's go home."

You guys make it back home just before the thunderstorm hits. You help Chris dry off Dodger. As soon as you guys finish the power goes out.

"Woah, it's dark," you grab your phone from your pocket and turn on the flashlight. Dodger starts whining and Chris hugs him to calm down.

"It's okay, hubba. I'm here."

"Do you have any flashlights or candles?"

"Yeah in the kitchen." Chris picks up Dodger and you guys head to kitchen. "There should be some flashlights and a lighter in the drawer next to the sink."

You open the drawer and grab one for each of you. "And the candles?"

"Living room" Chris puts Dodger down on the couch as you guys light the candles.

You step back from the bookshelf, "Ooo romantic." Chris laughs and takes a seat on the couch next to Dodger. "Hey, want some hot cocoa?"

"Mmm yes please."

"Marshmallows?"

"Of course."

You head to the kitchen and make a cup of hot cocoa for you and Chris. When you head back to the living room you see Dodger snuggled up with Chris.

"Hey, I thought I was your snuggle buddy."

Chris laughs, "You are" as he has his arm open up towards you, "join us."

You hand Chris his cup and snuggle up next to him.

"Mmm, comfy."

You three cuddle on the couch listening to the rain waiting for the power to come back on.

An hour later the lights flicker back on.

"Yay! Power. You hungry?"

"Yeah, I feel like eating pizza," you say as you rub your stomach.

"Good choice, I'll throw one in the oven right now" Chris kisses your forehead before heading to the kitchen. You guys spend the rest of the night cuddling on the couch eating pizza and watching Disney movies.