#but the rest of it is absolutely incredible

[mirohlayo]

F1 DRIVERS AND YOU (their crush)

KISSING THEIR CHEEKS

( include piastri, norris, leclerc, sainz, hamilton, russel, verstappen & ricciardo )

warning : none just fluff

note : little nod to max's 4th championship win, congrats to him, sooo proud !!

─ OSCAR PIASTRI

I know for sure boy was blushing so so hard. But it's absolutely adorable and cute. Oscar is very patient with you, and even though he dreams of being able to touch you in a more than friendly way, of being able to at least have the right to a little kiss, he restrains himself and tries not to act under his impulses. . However, when you decided to quickly kiss him on the cheek, out of nowhere, he actually felt himself melting from the inside. His cheeks have never blushed so much, and his heart has never beaten so quickly.

─ LANDO NORRIS

Ugh, you guys can barely hold eye contact, but he's already so in love. So mad in love even. Despite the fact that you are still shy, especially him, that you struggle to make eye contact without blushing afterwards, Lando can't help but ask for more. Just a little extra. So, when he walked you to your doorstep, he immediately asked you if he could have even a mini kiss. Your lips naturally landed on his cheek, brushing against it, almost like a ghost kiss. And when you pulled back oh... He was already touching the place where your lips rested, cheeks as pink as yours.

─ CHARLES LECLERC

This was absolutely surprising to Charles. But he would love to be able to feel that feeling again. When your lips pressed naturally against his cheek, your hands framing his face perfectly. He didn't move for at least a good two minutes, trying to figure out what just happened. If it was real. He was so shocked that he didn't see you lean in again to place another sweet kiss. He blinked a few times, and you could only giggle silently. Oh, it was the best day of his without a doubt. And if he could live it again, he wouldn't hesitate for a single second before saying yes.

─ CARLOS SAINZ

He only had eyes for you. And he loved seeing you smile, and making you happy. So from time to time he spoils you, and although you don't like it when he buys so many things for you, you always end up thanking him warmly because after all, it's adorable. You always hugged him, hugging him a little tighter each time, but this time it was different. You wanted a change from hugs, so with a surge of courage and love you gently kissed his cheek to thank him. He was dizzy, almost on the verge of passing out. He couldn't hold back a shy smile, and above all he couldn't settle for a hug from now on.

─ LEWIS HAMILTON

He waited there patiently, sitting in a corner of the garage before getting in his car. You were a few feet away from him, watching the mechanics adjust the final modifications to the car. He couldn't help but admire you. And stare at your lips. God, he would give anything to be able to feel them against his skin. And as he was about to get in the car, he stopped when he felt your arm rest on his forearm. And without knowing how, your lips crashed onto his cheek in a quick kiss. His best smile appeared on his face, as he tried to hide his blush by putting on his helmet. Finally, his wish came true, right?

─ GEORGE RUSSEL

He can't stop replaying the scene in his head. He already found you so perfect, so beautiful and incredibly intelligent. It wasn't just a crush anymore, it was George, a simp for you. But already his heart was speeding up just by looking at you, he really thought it was going to stop beating when you gently kissed him on his cheeks. It was pure, sweet and... terribly affectionate. He tried to appear as normal as possible, but inside he was a mess. His whole body was telling him to kiss you and tell you everything he has in his heart right now. And he's sure that day will come soon, because there's no way another day will pass without a kiss from you.

─ MAX VERSTAPPEN

As the race draws to a close, Max is finally a 4th time F1 world champion. And getting out of his car, as he proudly waves his arm to greet the crowd, only one thing is on his mind. You, you and only you. So it was natural that he found you among the crowd, looking at you as if only you existed in the world. His hair was still damp, his face still covered in drops of sweat, but that absolutely didn't stop you from pressing your soft lips against his cheek, for a long time. Passionately. And oh, that sweet gesture was better than any championship. His eyes spoke for themselves.

─ DANIEL RICCIARDIO

He will never, ever stop teasing you about the kiss you gave him. Quite simply because he loves seeing you smile and laugh, but above all because he secretly wants you to repeat this gesture over and over again, for eternity. Honestly, you wouldn't even have to ask him for permission as he will already be ready to receive another kiss from you on the cheek. It was by far the most beautiful experience of his life, and oh, his heart always asks for more when he sees you. So, he hopes to feel your lips on his skin again, even if it costs him to tease you all day long.

[thedaselcor]

Here's my take on this one, I did it as my Chater 13!

Thorsday, the 2nd of Maius, 524.

Arthur woke to Merlin thrashing, convulsing through some sort of night terror. He held Merlin close, and tried to keep him from injuring himself through the spasms, but he was entirely uncertain whether that was even the right thing to do.

He noticed, as the minutes went on, that Merlin had been getting increasingly warmer. With growing terror he realized that Merlin was incredibly hot, burning up as if the dreams themselves were causing some sort of incredible magical fever. Arthur couldn't remember the last time he’d felt so powerless. It was a relief then, if a surprise, when Morgana knocked on their door and entered as soon as Arthur was able to stammer some sort of assent.

Morgana walked in, with a confidence and certainty of action Arthur couldn't remember ever seeing in her before. The room seemed to drop in temperature as she crossed in, and, in moments, she brought a hand to Merlin’s chest and one to his face. Arthur could feel the cold radiating off her. Merlin’s temperature crashed drastically as he woke with a start to the cold shock that rippled through from the point of Morgana's contact, and he breathed in sharp and deep like a man just saved from drowning.

“More like the pyre…” Morgana said, responding to the thought Arthur had never voiced.

Merlin panted as he assessed the situation, assessed the room around him, came back to reality, blue eyes betraying an equal measure of absolute understanding and complete bafflement.

Arthur shifted his gaze to Morgana, searching her face for the answers he didn’t know how to ask for. “How did you know?” he managed to ask finally, though the question was woefully inadequate.

“Sometimes we can hear each other, like when I was in the library, like when you helped us with the druid boy,” Morgana answered, but it wasn’t an answer to the question Arthur had been trying to ask.

“No, I mean…” he shook his head, trying to assemble a better question. Still, he only managed, “ how did you know ?”

“Oh!” Morgana exclaimed, as if understanding the misshapen question better this time. “It’s not as complicated as it seems, it was just illusion magic, I focused on making Merlin feel cold rather than changing anything, normally it wouldn’t affect other people, but you and Merlin are… very close , magically speaking. It’s… unusual.”

“ No,” Arthur let out a long, frustrated sigh as he forced himself to reshape the question, to add words. “How did you know about the dream, about the pyre?”

Morgana let out an uncomfortable laugh, as if that question was too obvious to need an answer.

Merlin, gaining more and more of his senses by the minute, ran his fingers gently along Arthur’s arm before answering, pragmatically, “all my dreams end in the pyre, Arthur. Beheadings are reserved for strangers.”

He was too kind to say the rest. Too kind to say, explicitly, your father would punish me for loving you, and he’d make sure that I burned alive if he ever knew the most beautiful part of me , but Arthur still heard it. 

It had been easier to ignore his father’s monstrosity when it wasn’t aimed at the people he wanted most in the world to protect, when it was abstract obligation to Uther versus abstract duty to the people of Camelot. Now, when someone he loved stood in the balance between, when they faced a worse fate because he loved them--the burgeoning flame of Arthur’s hate, so small before this Beltane trip to the country, was bellowed anew by the vile truth of Uther Pendragon, and it threatened to grow and grow until it could consume the world.

Arthur said nothing. He buried his face in Merlin’s shoulder, and dangled in the silence. Arthur had often felt lost in the world or words and feelings, in the world realisations like this one always seemed to thrust him in, and he’d long since learned to be silent and seem uncaring rather than ever risk seeming incompetent--in front of his father, in front of his kingdom, in front of anyone. 

Now, when what Arthur wanted most in the world was to connect, to be soft and vulnerable and honest, to do anything other than dangle in the silence, he had no idea how to find a ledge back out of the chasm. But Merlin just kept running his fingers along Arthur’s arm, and Mrogana didn’t give him the look she often gave him when she thought he was cold or uncaring. It was like they saw him there, dangling and lost, deep beneath the mask that had always rendered him invisible before. Being seen was new, hopeful but uncomfortable. Being seen protected the spriteling flame, promised to direct it to purpose where once it would have been extinguished along with everything hopeful in Arthur’s spirit. Being seen could change everything.

merlin magic reveal fic where arthur asks “why didn’t you tell me?” and merlin says, mirthless smile and haunted eyes “all my dreams end in fire. fire and burning and dying”

[dissapointu]

can you do how arcane characters would react to seeing their partner dressed up in a very attractive Halloween costume??

Oh fuck yeah-

Jinx

Jinx’s eyes would light up the second she saw you in your costume, her usual chaotic energy intensifying. She’d let out a loud gasp and then immediately break into an excited, manic laugh. “You look SO awesome!” she’d shout, unable to contain herself. She’d likely run over to you, her hands all over you, admiring the details of your outfit, pulling at the fabric with excitement. “How’d you do that? Can I steal your look?!” She’d probably try to get you to show off for her, demanding that you do a little twirl or model the costume from different angles, all while giggling like a maniac. But under her craziness, there would be a look of absolute admiration—she’s so into you in that costume.

Vi

Vi would pause for a second, her jaw dropping slightly as she tries to take in just how stunning you look. Her usual tough, no-nonsense demeanor would falter, her face turning a little red as she stammers, “W-wow… you look… incredible.” She’d be awestruck but also very proud to have you on her arm, the protective streak in her coming out as she immediately takes a step closer, wanting to keep you to herself. Her eyes would constantly flicker over you, her mind not entirely focusing on anything else for the moment. “I—I mean, damn, you’re looking real good,” she’d murmur, though she’d be blushing the entire time.

Sevika

Sevika’s reaction would be more subtle, but no less intense. Her eyes would scan your costume slowly, and she’d give a low whistle. “Not bad, not bad at all.” She’d try to maintain her usual cool, aloof demeanor, but there would be a heat in her gaze, and her usual sarcastic smirk would soften into something more appreciative. “I could get used to seeing you like this,” she’d say, her voice low and husky. She’d likely pull you close to her, hands resting possessively on your waist. She may even get a little possessive, keeping you close and making sure no one else gets too close. “Just remember, you’re with me tonight.”

Silco

Silco would have a bit of a calculated reaction, but the desire and admiration in his eyes would be impossible to miss. He’d raise an eyebrow and observe you carefully, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. “You do know what you’re doing, don’t you?” he’d say in his usual low, smooth voice, his eyes dark with approval. He wouldn’t openly gush like Jinx, but his attention would be fixed solely on you, and he would make a point to remind you how incredible you look. “I hope you realize you’ve just made it impossible for anyone else to compare.” His words would carry a mix of appreciation and possessiveness, his arm quickly wrapping around your waist as he pulls you in for a kiss, marking you as his.

Vander

Vander would be the gentle, protective type who’s taken by surprise at how gorgeous you look. His eyes would widen for a brief second, but then he’d soften, a proud, almost fatherly smile forming on his face. “Well, don’t you look beautiful,” he’d say, his tone warm and sincere. He’d reach out to hold your hand, giving it a tender squeeze, making sure you feel cared for and appreciated. He’d be protective but in a way that was full of respect, as if he were holding onto a precious gem that he didn’t want to lose. “I’m lucky to have you,” he’d add quietly, his eyes full of love.

Ekko

Ekko would likely grin the second he saw you, his face lighting up with genuine excitement. “Damn, [Y/N], you’re lookin’ fire!” he’d say, his voice filled with admiration and a touch of disbelief. His hands would immediately reach out to pull you closer, eyes scanning every inch of your costume. “You know, you’re making it hard to focus on anything else when you look that good.” He’d probably tease you a little, playfully bumping his shoulder against yours. “You sure you can handle this much attention?” His excitement and affection would be clear, but he’d also be a bit shy about how stunning you look, maybe hiding a slight blush under his usually cool demeanor.

Jayce

Jayce would be all over the place, his usual charming self kicked into overdrive. His face would light up with a huge grin, and he’d immediately start complimenting you with unrestrained enthusiasm. “Well, I must say, I’m impressed,” he’d say, his voice filled with genuine admiration. “You look absolutely amazing.” His hands would hover around you, unsure if he should touch you or just admire from afar. “How did you even manage to look this good?” he’d ask, his voice almost in awe. His excitement would be contagious, and he’d definitely make sure you knew that you were the star of the show tonight.

Viktor

Viktor would take a more reserved approach, his eyes immediately locking on you as soon as you entered the room. His usually analytical mind would be momentarily overwhelmed by the sight of you in such an attractive costume. He’d take a slow, appreciative breath, unable to hide the slight smile tugging at his lips. “You’re… quite striking,” he’d say, his voice soft and sincere, but there’s a warmth in his eyes that wasn’t there before. He’d try to keep his composure, but the way he kept glancing at you would betray his fascination. “It’s hard to concentrate on anything else when you look like this,” he’d admit, stepping a little closer, his hand gently reaching for yours.

Caitlyn

Caitlyn would be the picture of elegance, but underneath her calm and composed exterior, she would definitely be stunned. She’d take a moment to collect herself before offering you a sincere smile. “You look absolutely radiant,” she’d say, her voice soft with affection. Her hands would reach out to touch you, a subtle sign of how much she appreciated the way you looked. She’d tease you a bit, a playful glint in her eyes. “I hope you don’t mind all the attention you’re about to get. You look too good to be ignored.” Her protective instincts would kick in, but it would come across as sweet, not possessive—she just wants to keep you all to herself.

Mel Medarda

Mel would observe you with a cool, composed gaze at first, but underneath her calculated demeanor, she would be very impressed. “You look stunning,” she’d say, her voice smooth and confident. She’d circle around you, eyes appraising every detail of your costume, and you could tell by the way her eyes lingered on you that she was enjoying what she saw. “You always know how to turn heads.” She’d pull you close, her lips curling into a small smile as she whispered, “And you’ll turn mine tonight, too.”

Ambessa Medarda

Ambessa would be unapologetically intense in her reaction. Her sharp eyes would flicker over you, assessing every inch of your costume with a predatory gaze that made your heart race. “You’re dangerous,” she’d say, her voice deep and commanding, as if your appearance had just elevated you to something beyond ordinary. She’d step closer, her presence almost overwhelming as she lightly grazed your cheek. “No one else will compare to you tonight,” she’d whisper, her tone full of possessive heat. She’d pull you in for a kiss that would leave you breathless, a silent promise of what the night would bring.

Maddie Nolen

Maddie would immediately smile, her eyes lighting up with excitement. “Wow, you look amazing,” she’d say, her voice warm and full of admiration. She’d instantly walk up to you, giving you a playful look. “You’re going to have to fend off all the other admirers now,” she’d tease, though it’s clear she only has eyes for you. She’d probably touch your arm or your waist, her hands lingering just enough to make you feel her affection. “Lucky for me, I’m the one who gets to be with you tonight.”

Lest

Lest’s reaction would be a mix of curiosity and delight. Her cat-like eyes would widen as she took in your costume, and her tail would flick with excitement. She’d approach you slowly, her hands almost instinctively reaching out to trace the fabric or any details of your costume. “Mmm, you’re quite the sight,” she’d purr, her voice soft and sensual. “I might have to be careful not to get too distracted by how irresistible you look.” She’d give you a playful wink, her feline nature making her extra touchy-feely as she leaned in, her nose brushing against yours in a gesture that felt more affectionate than anything.

[rainydayssj]

Absolutely sick to my stomach thinking about how Vi never got the chance to be her own person. The majority of her childhood was spent protecting Powder and her brothers, the rest of her adolescence surviving brutal imprisonment (only freed at the whim of Caitlyn’s overzealous idealism), latching onto the first person to show her human decency only to be brutalized again, reaching for her sister, then her father, over and over again only to be hurt every time. She’s always had to fight for the chance to live, to love, and is only denied that which she painstakingly surrenders to others.

In this season we saw an opportunity for recompense: after Caitlyn’s betrayal, she was ironically free for the first time in her life to live on somewhat of her own terms. Even if in immense pain, she no longer had anyone to protect, but no one to owe her pain to either. Maybe in this turn of events, Vi could reflect on the damage she’s endured and caused in turn. Maybe she could find out who she is as an individual, what is left for her and what she could still become. Maybe she could even forgive herself.

But no. The showrunners, the writers, and every other character in this season seemed to decide that Vi doesn’t deserve of this kind of reconciliation. She simply wasn’t taken seriously. And this extends beyond a single character. Caitlyn, Jinx, Mel, Sevika, and hell the Underground as a whole were shortchanged by similar narrative choices.

Yes the show is called Arcane, yes Jayce and Viktor are compelling in their own right, but when you consider every detail this show has dedicated to building up these incredibly poignant, meaningful relationships made revolutionary by its complex female cast, it really does sting that in the end none of that mattered more than spectacle.

(This is not Jayce or Viktor hate, love those gay best friends, just mourning everybody else who didn’t get the same treatment)

[creamflix]

FOR THE XMAS PROMPTS...choso + nice + ribbons hehehehhehe

you’ve received a gift! ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ want your own gift? ・:〃➜ click here! 

you walked into the living room to find CHOSO hunched over the coffee table, his face a picture of absolute concentration. scattered around him were scissors, tape, and an entire arsenal of ribbons — pink ones, silver ones, some with glitter, and even one that looked suspiciously like it came off your holiday wreath.

“uh... cho?” you began, tilting your head as you took in the massive heap of ribbons that seemed to be strangling what you assumed was a gift. "what exactly is going on here?"

he looked up at you, cheeks slightly flushed, though whether it was from effort or embarrassment, you couldn’t tell. 

“wrapping your present,” he said simply, like this mountain of ribbons was the most natural thing in the world.

“are you... fighting the gift? because it kinda looks like the gift’s winning.”

choso frowned, glancing back at his handiwork. “i watched tutorials,” he defended, holding up his phone as if the youtube videos would validate his technique. “they said to make it special. and ribbons... are special, right?”

you stepped closer, finally getting a good look at the box. it was wrapped — kinda. 

beneath the fortress of ribbons, the paper was barely visible. the box itself was tied with at least twenty bows, crisscrossing chaotically like some sort of avant-garde art installation.

“baby,” you started, biting back a laugh. “this looks like a ribbon store exploded.”

“you like ribbons,” he muttered, scratching the back of his neck. “i thought... more ribbons would mean you’d like it more.”

oh no, he looked so genuinely earnest. 

the laughter bubbling in your chest died as you reached out, resting a hand on his shoulder. “i do like ribbons,” you assured him. “but, uh... there’s a limit. usually one. maybe two.”

“but look,” he said, eyes lighting up as he picked up the box. “i layered them. like this one,” he pointed to a sparkly pink bow, “is for the sweater inside. and this silver one is ‘cause it matches your rings. and this one,” he tugged at a long red ribbon, “was just pretty.”

“...cho, did you label the ribbons?” you asked, half in disbelief, half melting at how much effort he’d put into this.

“yeah,” he said, almost shyly. “so you’d know why i picked them.”

your heart practically burst. he was trying so hard, and for all the chaos, it was incredibly sweet. 

“okay, but,” you said, grinning as you reached for the box, “how am i supposed to open this? i don’t want to mess up your... ribbon masterpiece.”

“oh,” he blinked, realization dawning. “i... didn’t think about that.”

you couldn’t help it — you laughed, pulling him into a hug. “it’s perfect, cho. a little chaotic, but perfect. just like you.”

he huffed, wrapping his arms around you. “next year, i’ll use fewer ribbons.”

“how much is ‘fewer’?”

“ten?”

you groaned, and he smiled against your shoulder, the warm, innocent affection in his gesture making the overly-decorated gift seem like the most beautiful thing you’d ever received.

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[jesterscircus]

i’m absolutely rotting about wicked part 1 and i remembered the analysis i did on the harmonies in for good a couple months ago. hope someone gets my vision:

this song is incredible in showing the relationship progression for glinda and elphaba bc in every other song glinda takes the higher/more “showy” part (basically showing that her character is always putting on a performance) while elphaba takes the lower parts that have more of a belt bc she’s a more powerful character who’s vocals support others until it’s her time to shine. however in this song, glinda harmonizes with elphaba by taking the lower parts and elphaba takes the higher parts, effectively balancing out their relationship as they come to terms with the fact that they are literally changed for the better by the other. within their relationship glinda is able to let go of the need to constantly be performing and she can be herself around elphaba and elphaba can finally be heard within a harmony without having to belt. it’s also shows their relationship issues because they are attempting to change for each other by harmonizing in a way that doesn’t play into their strengths. the fundamental reason their relationship doesn’t work is because of the way that they handle societal and moral issues even if they try to make it work. they might have changed each other for the better, but their view of the world doesn’t allow them to change completely. if this song wasn’t a deeply personal goodbye to each other, their harmonies would probably be the same as the rest of the show, especially because of glinda’s need to be seen a specific way by the general public.

[ahintofchaos]

Solace with You

Summary:

After a frustrating day at work, you come home to Agatha's endless love for you. Domestic fluff and some silliness. And an appearance from Senor Scratchy, because he's of course in my post-canon personal canon.

I'm pretty sure this is just 2700 words of weapons-grade fluff.

“Aggie?”

“Upstairs, darling!” 

She must be in your bedroom. You don’t even bother to hang up your coat, just tossing it over the back of the couch on your way to the stairs. You hustle up the stairs, your shoes clomping on the wooden treads. You forgot to take them off at the door. Usually it’s Agatha who’s always bringing her shoes upstairs. Then of course getting mad when she can’t find them again. You kick off your shoes as you walk down the hall, leaving them strewn around. You’ll collect them later. Right now, you couldn’t care less. You stopped in the doorway of your shared bedroom, bracing a hand on the doorframe.

Agatha was laying on top of the freshly made bed, book in hand. She looked up when she heard you arrive. “Hi, hon. How was work?” 

You heaved a dramatic sigh in response. 

“Aw, bad day?”

You shrugged. “Long. Frustrating.” 

Agatha tsked. “I’m sorry baby, that’s the worst. C’mere.” She patted your side of the bed, and you needed no further invitation, hopping onto the plush mattress and leaning back against the pillows. Agatha looped one arm around you, the other still holding her now forgotten book. You leaned your head on her shoulder, breathing in the familiar comforting scent of her. Lavender and a tiny bit of smoke. 

“You did some magic today,” you said. It was more of a statement than a question. Her magic always left her smelling slightly fiery. 

Agatha hummed an affirmative. “Practiced some spells. Figured out how to enchant the stove to always ignite.”

“Ooh, thank you.” You nuzzled your face against the side of her neck, feeling her smile at the brush of your nose against her sensitive spots. Even with the comfort Agatha always provided you, you couldn’t shake the feelings of unfulfillment and dissatisfaction that had followed you all day. You breathed in deep, trying to collect all the tension in your body and let it out in one big sigh. It helped, but not completely. 

Agatha turned to kiss the side of your head. “What’s got you frustrated, baby?” 

“I don’t know,” you huffed. “Everything? I feel so restless and blocked. Like I’m trying to do something but I can’t figure out what it is or how to do it. The ideas won’t come, even though I want them to. I feel very ineffective. I want to write and do things, but I can’t right now and I don’t know why!” You were almost at a whine, thoroughly overwhelmed by your brain’s refusal to cooperate today. 

Agatha smoothed her hand over your hair. “My poor baby. Tell you what. You go ahead and turn your pretty little brain off for the rest of today, and I will take care of everything.” 

“Mm, that sounds good.” 

“You’re working too hard, hon. You’ve got to give your mind a rest sometimes."

You swallowed. “I feel stupid right now, Aggie.” 

“Hush. Don’t talk like that. You’re brilliant. You’re an incredibly talented, wildly capable, absolutely brilliant person. You are a treasure. My treasure.”

You pressed a kiss to the side of her throat. “Thank you.”

“Come here, my love.” Agatha put her finger under your chin, lifting your head so you could meet her eyes. She leaned her forehead to yours for a moment before meeting your lips in a sweet kiss. 

Kissing Agatha was almost always the cure for what ailed you. You could kiss her every minute of the day and still want more. Luckily for you, she felt the same. 

Her lips on yours helped lift a weight off your shoulders that you hadn’t realized you were carrying. After a long moment, you separated with a soft smile on your face. 

“There, that’s what I like to see,” Agatha said softly. She slid off the bed, keeping her arms out to tell you to stay. You pouted. 

“I wanna stay with you.” 

Agatha smiled at this, and reached across the bed to scoop you closer to her. “Well then, come on, my love. We’re making some tea and dinner.” 

You clasped Agatha’s hand as she led you downstairs to the kitchen. Senor Scratchy was lounging in the window seat, and perked his ears up when he saw you come in. You separated from Agatha long enough to kiss him on his fuzzy head, then rejoined her in the kitchen. She waved her hand at the stove, lighting it instantly with bright purple flames. No sooner had she filled the kettle and set it on the burner did it start to whistle. “Showoff,” you murmured. Agatha smirked. She poured some loose tea into a strainer, then placed it in your favorite mug. 

You received your tea with grateful hands. The warmth of the cup pressed against your palms helped to smooth some of your agitation. Slowly but surely Agatha was working her magic on you. Not real magic, no incantations or spells, but her incredible knack for calming you no matter what. You could weather anything by her side, you were sure of it. For all of her fire and passion, she was hopelessly devoted to you, and her presence was a steadiness you could always rely on. 

Agatha prepared dinner for each of you, then shuttled you over to the couch. You flopped onto it as dramatically as you could without spilling your tea, and Agatha set the food down on the coffee table before draping a midnight blue blanket over the two of you, making sure to tuck it around your legs securely. She wrapped her arm around you, coaxing you to lean into her, which you did without much effort on her part. 

She kissed the top of your head. “There we go, darling. All cozy?” 

You nodded, your eyes closed in contentment. “I love you so much.” 

“I love you too, sweetheart. More than you’ll ever know.” 

You hummed in contentment, then stopped. “Your book,” you said, “it’s still upstairs.” 

Agatha turned to look at you. “So?” 

“I interrupted your reading. Do you want me to go get it?” 

“Absolutely not, honey. You’re relaxing. We’re both relaxing. No pesky spellbooks right now.” She waved her hand, bringing your plates closer to you with magic. You giggled at her. Agatha took her fork and raised it to your lips, allowing you to taste. You liked cooking, but you adored everything Agatha made. You always told her that her food was better because it was made with love. She called you a sap. You absolutely were, there was no denying it. Agatha Harkness was your moon and stars. 

Eventually, the warm tea and dinner lulled you into a sleepy post-meal state, and you curled up further against Agatha, who welcomed the press of your body against hers. You closed your eyes, feeling her soft sweater against your cheek and the thrum of her heart underneath. “I love you,” you said, barely above a whisper. Agatha brought her hand up to hold your face against her chest, leaning down to give you a kiss. 

“I love you too, sweetheart. So much.” 

Finally, all the stress of your day began to pour out, and tears began to fall. They slid down your face and soaked into Agatha’s sweater. You shook with tiny, tired sobs, and Agatha smoothed her thumb over your cheek, catching your tears as they fell. 

“Aw, my love. It’s alright. I’ve got you.” Agatha Harkness, the most powerful witch of recent history, was holding you as you cried out your frustrations about a stupid day at work. You, a regular-by-comparison eclectic witch with a regular job, had captured the heart of a veritable force of nature. You were so endlessly lucky to have her. You told her so. 

“No, my love. I’m the lucky one. I’ve got the most gentle, talented, compassionate witch by my side. I would do anything for you. You’re my whole heart.” 

You pressed your face harder against her chest, moving so your legs were across her lap. Agatha welcomed the feeling, looping her other arm over your legs and tracing circles and what you faintly recognized as protective runes on the fabric of your pants. 

Eventually, your tears subsided. Agatha never let up on her hold, the gentle pressure of her body against yours and her arms around you keeping you safe and sound. She put a finger under your chin to tilt your head up. “Better?”

You nodded. You felt lighter than you had all day. “Can we go upstairs now? I’m tired.” As if to prove your point, you yawned heartily. 

“Of course, my love,” Agatha said. As you moved to slide off her lap, she instead tightened her hold on your body. You barely had time to open your mouth to ask her why when she scooped you up, one hand around your back and the other under your legs. You shrieked, wrapping your arms around her neck and laughing at her antics. Agatha squeezed you close, bending her face down to yours, before carrying you back upstairs to your bedroom. 

She tossed you onto the bed with enough force that you bounced, causing you to laugh again. The sound delighted her. 

Agatha was completely in love with you. This wasn’t the early impulsive love of teenagers or new lovers; no, this was a bone-deep understanding that she was entirely yours, and you were entirely hers. She had never been one for vulnerability or emotions, and she still wasn’t when it came to other people, but you she kept nestled close to her heart, on the inside of all the walls she kept around herself. She lived for you, lived for holding you and loving you and tending to your every need. Soaking up your love just the same. Agatha had done a lot of things in her life, both good and very bad, and this, getting to be with you, being forever committed to you and having you forever committed to her in turn, was the greatest cosmic reward she could fathom. 

Lost in thought, Agatha stared at you, flopped back on the bed, still in your work clothes. You propped yourself up on your elbows, giving her an inquisitive look. “Earth to Agatha,” you singsonged. 

Agatha promptly pounced on you on the bed. “I’m admiring my love. Admiring every single thing about you. Listing them takes a while, honey. There are lots of things to love.” 

You swatted her arm. “Please.” 

Agatha kissed your nose, then clambered back off the bed, turning to your wardrobe and picking out two pairs of pajamas, tossing them at your head. You were surprised by the first pair, which hit you squarely in the face, but managed to catch the second pair. Who would’ve thought that the big, bad Agatha Harkness would pick out matching pajamas? 

Before you could return the favor and pelt her with the clothing, Agatha seized your wrists and pulled you off the bed and into your bathroom, where she snapped her fingers and a luxurious bubble bath was waiting for you. You almost moaned at the sight, and Agatha smirked at you. 

“Pervert,” you said. She grinned and winked. Before you knew it, you were both naked, your clothes nicely folded on the edge of the bathroom counter. You stopped to look at Agatha, to just drink her in. You couldn’t imagine a more beautiful thing if you tried for the rest of your life. Agatha caught you staring. 

“Now who’s a pervert?” 

“Still you,” you said, brushing past her to get into the tub. She rewarded you with a smack to your bare ass, causing you to jump. You whirled around to admonish her and were met with her perfectly mischievous cackle. “You’re naughty,” you said, eyes fixed on her as you lowered yourself into the water. 

“Mm, you know me,” Agatha teased, “insatiable.” 

The mood was gone as quickly as it had come, the both of you succumbing to the deep relaxation of the warm water of the bath and the press of each other’s bodies, Agatha’s behind yours. 

“I miss you when you’re at work,” she told you, resting her chin on your shoulder. You could’ve melted. 

“I know my love, but it gives me something to do. I like it. Plus, you have time for your activities too.”

“Well, I’m glad my sweetheart has hobbies. That’s very important. I don’t like when they stress you out, though.” 

You heaved a sigh. “Everything has its challenges.” 

“That’s true. And I’m always here to make them better.” 

“And you’re so good at it,” you tell her, leaning backward to kiss her sweet soft lips. She allows it for a moment before returning to her task. She takes the soap you love so much and lathers it in her hands, spreading it across your back and using it to massage your tired muscles. She works her way from your neck and shoulders down, then down both arms. Your head lolls back on her shoulder as she brings your hand above the water, fingers softly kneading your palms, working over every tendon. 

“You’re so good to me,” you tell her, barely at a whisper. 

Agatha doesn’t say anything, and you know she’s taken the compliment to heart. You’ve made it your mission to make her absolutely convinced of her own worth. It’s an uphill battle; before you, no one in her life had loved her for her, only for what she could do. But you’ll gladly spend every single day telling her. Over and over again.

Agatha hums, pressing a kiss to your bare shoulder above the water. “Come on, my love. We’re going to be prunes.” She stands up behind you and helps you to your feet, wrapping you in a soft towel. You turn to kiss her, and she obliges happily. 

You shuffle out to your bedroom and change into your pajamas, a purple set that matches Agatha’s. She’s not far behind you, and once you’re both dressed she motions for you to sit in front of her. 

“Braid?” 

“Sure,” you say, settling on the bed with your legs crossed. Agatha’s centuries of life have made her uncommonly good at doing hair; she’s often had to make do with plain clothes, but her hair has always been a thing she can use to express herself. Now, it translates into her caring for both of your hair, and taking great pride in doing this for you as often as she can. Her nimble fingers dance through your hair, gently smoothing any tangles she comes across, and before you know it she’s tying it off at the end. She pulls you back into her, pressing her mouth to the top of your head like she’s going to kiss you. Instead she just stays, inhaling the smell of your hair. Her arms loosen eventually, and she lets you move over so you’re not laying directly on top of her anymore. 

You slide over so you’re laying on your side of the bed, keeping your legs tangled with hers. Agatha stays sitting up against the headboard, looking down at you with unrestrained fondness. You can’t believe your luck, being loved by the most powerful being in history. Having just as much of a claim to her as she has to you. You’re sure you have stars in your eyes right now, and you can see that she does too. 

As if she can read your thoughts, Agatha says, “I love you so much.” 

“Even when I’m being a baby about stupid work things?” 

“It’s not stupid,” she says. “If it’s upsetting you, it’s not stupid.”

“You’re my favorite,” you tell her, draping an arm over her hips and tracing the soft skin between her shirt and her shorts. 

Agatha smiles. “Good, because you’re my favorite too. My little precious baby, to love forever.” She gets under the covers with you, laying her head on her pillow so she’s on your level. She pulls you in so that your head is resting on her chest, feeling the gentle thump of her heart and the movement of her breathing. 

“My Aggie.” Agatha hums at that. It’s one of her favorite things to hear. 

“My heart,” she murmurs. You feel the rumble of her voice as she speaks. “Sweet dreams, sweetheart.” 

You try to reply, but you’re too far into sleep to form the words. Curled up against the love of your life, you sleep safe and sound.

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[thedevilsoftruth]

◇-Satisfaction-◇

Kyojuro Rengoku x F! Reader

Warning: Smut!!! NO plot, Piv sex, unprotected sex, major overstimulation, squirting, not beta read!!

Because I've been meaning to write for Kyojuro for a while and because he won the polls last night, please enjoy this VERY short drabble.

☆ Requests are open. Please feel free to request me anything! See my pinned post for more information, please. ☆

Minors dni! I am not responsible for what you find on the internet.

You couldn't breathe. Gasping for air and tuggin' on the sheets like some kind of wild animal.

This man, this sweet, sweet, so incredibly hot man would not let you have more than five seconds to catch your breath. Cooing and talking all sweet in your ear as if he wasn't absolutely ravaging you. As if he didn't have your pretty plump legs thrown over his broad shoulders as he pounded into you, the sensations deep and oh so heavenly.

Your head was thrown back in pure bliss, your nails digging into the sliky red satin sheets beneath you. You were moaning chants of his name like a mantra as he fucked you hard and deep. Your sheets were covered in your cum from previous rounds, a constant reminder that he had you wrapped around his finger and you weren't going to let go no matter how much you pretended you wanted to.

Firey red and yellow hair fell over your face, secluding you and your husband from the rest of the world as he let one of your legs down, sensing your exhaustion. You panted in his face, but he was barely breaking a sweat. He was starting to slow down his thrusts, his hips rolling slow and deeply into you.

He leaned down and kissed you, folding your body in such a way that made you squeak in pain.

" Is my wife getting tired? " He asked sweetly in your ear, pecking at your neck. That was something he normally asked you whenever you were training or sparring with him. Something he asked you whenever you couldn't keep up with him. And just like every time, you shook your head and bit back your tongue.

" N-no... " You whispered, panting as the thick head of his cock began to kiss that special spot In you that made you gasp. Kyojuro gave you a satisfied smirk and pecked your lips.

" Good girl. " He praised, though he knew your words were a complete and utter lie. No matter how much you hated admitting to it, he was just too much. You could never keep up with him. Not when he was on top of you for hours and pounding into you until your entire body was jello. And right now, it wasn't even jello. It was more like melted whipped cream dripping on pavement on a July afternoon.

But Kyojuro couldn't seem to get enough of you. There was just something about having his cock buried deep inside of you that gave him more satisfaction than the swing of a blade ever could. And there was something to you about the way he was folding you in half on your bed and fucking a 6th orgasm out of you that made you want to keep going until you passed out.

But you couldn't take it. You were pushed way too far from your limits. Your hips ached, your pussy throbbed and your legs were shaking profusely like a dog who's owner had been away for too long. You grasped your husband's shoulder tightly and groaned loudly.

" K-Kyojuro... c-cant take.. no more. " You were so fucked out of your mind that you could barley form a coherent sentence. But he knew you were better than that.

Kyojuro brought a strong, large hand right up to your ass, hitting harder than he intended and filling the room with a loud smack that echoed through your house. You yelped at the contact and arched your back off the bed.

" Aww, don't be like that. " He cooed, his thumb gently caressing your wet, puffy, bottom lip. You melted in his arms like butter. " I know you can take it, honey. "

Your eyes rolled back, sweat dripping down your face and soaking the red satin sheets below you as his hips began to slam against yours. He was stuffing you so fully, making sure your pretty pussy felt every single inch of his thick cock. His knuckles were turning white around the back of your thigh, proving your leg up against his shoulder as he buried himself deep within you. But still, you denied you could cum again.

" Kyojuro... " You whined, your face scrunching up in pain and pleasure. Your husbands lips curled into a smirk that you would call sadistic. His thumb pressed against your lips gently, parting them and toying with them as he fucked you into oblivion.

You couldn't even tell him what you needed. All you could do was just say his name, too lazy, and tired to speak actual good sentences.

" Do you need me to stop, little star? Talk to me. Use those pretty little words of yours. " He told you with a grunt, patting your ass with a firm hand encouragingly. You couldn't take it anymore. Couldn't take his sweet words. Couldn't take the overstimulating. Couldn't take the violent pace of his hips slamming into you.

And yet, your silence said everything you wouldn't say, and he took your silence to heart and let your leg down and spread your thighs wider so he could get even deeper.

The scream you let out was almost pornographic as you felt cock run deeper into your slick with ease. He was nudging that special part in you, seeking out your orgasm.

" C'mon sweetie, " He panted in your ear, bracing his arms on either side of you as he fucked you deep and hard. " Come for me again, yeah? Please? "

He reached between your thighs, pressed his thumb agsisnt uour clit, coaxing your orgasm through gentle rolls on your clothes and heavy thrusts of his hips. You huffed in frustration, your legs shaking in his arms and your mind clouded with desire. Kyojuro only had one mission that night, and that mission was to make you cum as many times he could until you couldn't take it anymore.

And now, he was more determined than ever to make you cum. He didn't even care about finishing. He just wanted you to see you cum one more time.

His hands would occasionally pat your ass, encouraging you to let go. Your clammy hands would claw into his back, grinding against him softly as you whimpered and moaned directly into his ear. For a very long time, you heald that pose until you finally were able to let go.

Your entire body shook with the force of your orgasm as you came down on him hard. Your pussy spurted cum straight at him, coating his lower abdomen in your juices as you squirted on him. His eyes were wide, and your face was flushed with embarrassment. But the release was heavenly blissful for the both of you.

" Oh. Oh, honey... " Your husband gasped, leaning back so he could get a better look at the mess you made, his cock softening inside you. The sheets were soaked. You were soaked. And him? He was just happy to be the one who was able to inflict it. He stole your lips in a passionate kiss that left you breathless.

He was so happy, so incredibly proud of you. He was able to fulfill his mission. He was able to get as many orgasms out of you as he could. He felt confident. And most importantly,

he was finally satisfied.

[ekmerald4]

Thank you so so so so so so so SO MUCH for sharing this beautiful piece. I am no artist, so I am not able to appreciate it the way a fellow artist might, but as an overall art enthusiast, I absolutely adore this. It has stirred something within me. The way you draw him as beautiful in a moment so tragic has got me staring for a good five minutes. Of course, as I am sure you are aware, your artstyle is absolutely gorgeous, yes, but what makes this incredible is not only the impressive precision of every detail and the attractiveness of your drawing style – no, it's the *scene* it draws and how it is portrayed.

Of course, as this is a work of art, I am sure there are dozens of ways to interpret and appreciate it, but the entirety of the composition is stunning. The curse afflicted on Capitano's neck, the wisps of it on his face, the scar near his eye that is a reminder to his identity as not only a Khaenriahn survivor, but also a warrior, the dullness of his eyes, the beautiful messiness of his hair, the white background that makes the blood stain seeping through his chest all the more stark, and Dottore? I wonder what he is doing here, that is a very interesting part. Is he here to collect the corpse after Capitano met his doom? He might have a need for it if he wishes to study the curse.

The way you portray this tragic death rings within me so deeply because that was indeed my first thought when he appeared. I still believe he will meet his end as the storyline progresses, and I can see it so vividly now that I saw this. I adore the tragic undertones that wrap around his character from every side, I adore the inherent darkness and sadness that warp him even as his senses of justice and loyalty do not succumb, I adore the cycle of pain he lives through as he feels himself fade, and how his response to that is not near as destructive as what he goes through. I adore how keenly aware he is of his own fate. I adore the loss and desperation he must feel as he becomes something none of his dear ones would recognize.

I adore, most of all, how the mask he uses to shield himself and others from what he has become has been stripped away, laying not too far away from his exposed face, a sign of release from his shackles. I adore how despite the dullness of his eyes, the resignation in his face, he suffers no more. I adore how despite him meeting his end, death finally decided to grant him the peace he has not known for so long.

I adore how you lay him to rest, relieve him from his agony, yet even when I can see the relief in the drawing, it does not make me mourn him any less. Seeing this made me experience a blend of happiness and sadness I cannot describe.

So again, thank you SO SO SO SO SO SO SO much for sharing this artwork with everyone. I might be inspired to write something as a result of it, and I will let you know if I do (and of course I would credit the source of the inspiration :3)!

(Sorry for the rambling, but I just needed to convey my fascination and gratitude XD)

When I first saw him I thought: "His end will be tragic."

[mikimakiboo]

I had a concept idea a while ago for a video game that takes place in the multiverse, so you would meet different aus and, of course, different sanses through the game

Just like in Undertale there would be a pacifist a neutral and a genocide route, except to finish the genocide it's hard af

I honestly didn't think much about it, I only got the encounter with the bad sanses (Killer, Dust and Horror, Cross isn't part of the group here) in the genocide run lol but anyway, you meet them through the game individually and then meet them again all together in the end, you don't meet Nightmare until the very end, after the group encounter

To make a genocide route you obviously have to kill the bad sanses, as they are part of the game, but here's where it becomes tricky:

• you have to kill at least one individually to unlock the group fight at the end, if you spare the three they won't fight you at the end, turning your genocide route to a neutral route and you have to start again to make a new genocide

• if you kill one, the other two will avenge him in the final fight, same if you kill two, the last one will avenge them, so expect the fight to be incredibly hard

• however, if you kill anyone but Killer first, he'll reset your game himself, so you have to kill Killer first, but he's the last one you meet, so you would have to spare the first two and either come back later to kill them or wait for the group fight

• you can kill the three individually, just make sure to kill Killer first or he'll reset your game

• you cannot spare them in the group fight, if you killed one, you'll have to kill the other two, even in neutral, they won't let you spare them and won't end the fight so it's the only way out

• Nightmare will only show up after the group fight once you killed the three, and it'll be his turn to avenge them and fight you, however, Nightmare being immortal and not letting you spare him, you will be trapped in an endless fight that'll force you to reset your game

At that point you might think the genocide is impossible as you won't be able to go past Nightmare's fight, but there is a way to kill him ! It's just hard to figure

• you have to complete at least three pacifist routes and meet Dream each time to complete his quests, on the fourth pacifist route he'll recognize you as someone with a good heart and will give you one of his arrows

• you can now reset, the arrow will stay in your inventory, however it takes three arrows to defeat Nightmare, but Dream won't give you another one if he sees you already have one in your inventory, so you have to put it in a box, complete a new pacifist to get the second arrow, put it in the box with the first one, and complete yet another pacifist to have the third arrow, then you can take the first two back

• you can now start a new genocide while making sure to kill Killer first out of the three and NOT use the arrows

• Nightmare will show up at the end for the final fight, and that is when you'll use Dream's arrows to kill him and complete the genocide

Congratulations ! You completed a genocide route !

I have absolutely zero ideas for the rest of the game so if anyone wanna make their own quests and include their own characters then go on, but please do tag me because I would wanna see :D

EDIT:

You will only be able to fight Dream after you've killed Nightmare, however, he is pissed that you killed his twin using his own arrows that he gave you because he trusted you, due to that he won't spare you and his fight will be very hard, you have no choice but to kill him

[forestfrolickingfairy78]

Linked Universe Headcanons: What I think each of their roles would be in a boy band

I'm surprised how popular my prev one was! I was chatting to a non fan friend and she was curious what they would be like in a band, and asked me who the rapper would be...I reckon WILD hahah

Anyways...

Time: Not an active member but used to be a solo artist back in the day, he doesn't like being in the limelight as much and mentors/manages the rest of them. Still has that suave quality, a total heart throb and occasionally hosts a one off concert only available to the VIPS. He was the IT boy back in the day.

Warriors: Leader of the band and all rounder. He's a complete heartbreaker, can sing, and dance every style and fans go crazy over him. Very charismatic and flirty, knows how to make a fan feel special at a meet and greet and always takes a photo with them.

Twilight: I think lead guitarist, can sing beautifully and has one of the most charming voices, also very yeehaw and country when he goes on solo tour dates or drops his album. He's dripping with quiet confidence and doesn't share too much about his private life to fans, likes to keep a boundary between his private and professional life but will always be kind of them and never deny a photo or autograph

Sky: Has a beautiful voice, more shy and s o f t, he's one of the more quieter members and doesn't like being on camera as much but doesn't hate it either. Has that sweet prince charming vibe that everyone loves, would probably be a part time model on top of his band duties. Can play the guitar and bass

Wild: Absolute hardcore. He's def the main rapper and won't pass up the chance to drop any bars. He'll def go on rap battle tv shows and break EVERYONE. Mans got flow and swag, especially after getting a full arm of tattoos. What's the backstory behind them? He'll change it everytime he's on an interview. Absolute coolest dude on earth, fans LOVE him and how chill he is but you don't want to get on this guy's bad side or you'll be on his diss track list. Even the others are slightly scared of him. Always on social media posting selfies and updates, or threatening other artists that come for him or his band. Likes to film the other members to until Time tells him to cut it out and touch grass

Legend: I can see him having a lot of range in his voice, very powerful and can sing ballads. One of the lead singers and occasionally helps with writing songs. He CAN dance if he puts his heart and soul into it. He loves writing poetry and secretly writes love songs for himself based on a special girl, but he'll tear them up before anyone sees them. Would Probably records an incredible, heartfelt song he wrote and composed himself on his instagram then delete it after 5 hours beccause he'll be like, why the hell did I just do that? Fans would cry, wishing he would post more gems like that. Hates to be in the front but also fairly confident in his skills. Fans adore him because you can just see he's actually a big softie on the inside despite that tough exterior he puts up. Secretly jealous of Wild's rap ability, can't rap to save his life but maybe, one day.

Hyrule:

One of the lead singers, has the most melodic voice and can absolutely stun a crowd with his angelic vocals. Like Legend, also is one of the members with the most range. You know when you see someone in person and their just glowing? Yea, that's him. Sweetest celeb ever, everyone that's worked with him only has good things to say about this guy. Definitely has the most potential to go solo as well with his incredible piano skills. Can also play almost every other instrument, an absolute talent in everything. He also sponsors charities every now and then and interacts with fans on social media. Can do contemporary dance

Wind/Four: Tbh I think they would be good in broad way, both are great singers and still very much fanboys to the others. Their working their way, still in training. Can definitely see Wind going big on broadway and theatre and specialising in tap dance

Can you guess who is my bias? Or who's your bias? hehe

[hotasfahrenheit]

I HAVE BEEN SUMMONED

(no literally Rachael reminded me about this and sent it to me so i could add to the list)

i have SO MANY feelings about kpop and we're gonna cover a pretty wide spectrum of stuff here including some classics that still stand the test of time that you may or may not have heard if you're newer to kpop. all of these groups i recommend more than just these mvs, but these are places to start if they're groups you haven't listened to so let's gooooo

Monsta X

fave song by my fave group first, obviously i'm gonna start here. Monsta X is an insanely talented group and just everything they do is great? they have so many bangers and especially now that they're writing and producing most of their music themselves, they're constantly thinking outside of the box with style and song structure and just. i love them so much and i love this song so much. you literally cannot go wrong with them. they're one of the few groups with multiple no skip albums for me. absolute kings.

Bigbang

wanna talk about groups i have feels about? i already had so many feelings about Bigbang, and GD's new songs plus the performance at MAMA this past weekend have had me crying 3-5 times a day the past few days so we're gonna go with this anthem. Bigbang was my intro to kpop in 2008 and so much has happened and things have changed to say the least but just. the grip they have on me and always will. this song goes hard and has almost 700 million views on youtube as i write this for a REASON.

2NE1

MY QUEENS. no girl group can or will ever top them for me. sorry not sorry. icons. that's all there is to it.

SHINee

i did say i had been a kpop fan since 2008 so you shouldn't be surprised this list is 2nd gen heavy so far. i deeply love a lot of newer SHINee songs too, but View is the jewel in the crown that is SHINee's discography. one of the most talented groups that's ever existed, in all ways- dancing, singing, production, composition, styling, everything.

NCT Dream

you ever hear a song that gently pokes you in a bunch of your emotions including the nostalgic and sad ones but still leaves you with hope and a sense that everything is gonna be better and like the future is bright so it's okay to be optimistic? Broken Melodies soars.

NCT 127

returning to the harder faster heavier beats vibe of the first few songs in this list. 127 covers a pretty wide spectrum of styles like a lot of groups, but this is the stuff i gravitate towards the most so here we are. uhhhh i don't know what else to say about this pick or these boys. i just really love NCT and all parts of it and this song was in my top 5 songs on Spotify last year despite not coming out until October so that should tell you how good it is. yes.

Oneus

Oneus has finally started getting the kind of recognition that they deserve and Luna is the song that cracked that for them. they're masters of mixing traditional sounds with modern kpop styles and have done it more than once. this song is rare in modern kpop also for the fact that the entirety of the song is in Korean without a single English lyric through the whole thing. it's gorgeous.

Onewe

Oneus's brother band (literally, there's a pair of twins split between the two groups) definitely deserves more attention too. their music is fantastic and their vocal blend is top notch, and Dongmyeong (their half of the twins!) plays KEYTAR how could you possibly go wrong?? they let themselves get covered in water for this MV and drowned a bunch of copies of their actual equipment, no nice instruments were harmed in the making of this mv.

A.C.E

do i have a deep love of underrated groups? maybe yes. the styling in this MV is INCREDIBLE, even if the song wasn't phenomenal it would be worth watching it just for the outfits, a stunning blend of traditional Korean clothing mixed with modern cuts, fabrics, styles, and accessories. it's just so cool and everyone looks so good.

WayV

listen i'm sure we could debate on whether or not WayV should be on a list like this but they're part of NCT and they're essentially just a mostly Mandarin singing kpop group. they release a lot of their songs with Korean versions (like Frequency which literally came out today and has only a Korean MV) and they live in Seoul and they perform on Korean music shows and etc. whatever. just listen to Phantom because it's incredible and they're beautiful and this MV is dripping in spooky vibes and luxurious outfits and men being entirely too pretty for their own good.

if you try any of these out and you want more recommendations about a specific group let me know! it was really hard to pick specific songs for this list.

also if you're curious about what's going on with this whole NCT thing and its subgroups (NCT 127, NCT Dream, WayV, and the others i didn't include in this list) then stay tuned to my posts because i'll be posting a redo of my guide to getting into NCT soon!

now go forth and listen and enjoy things! and also, if you want, reblog this with your picks and recommendations and loves! sharing is caring after all 💖🌟

kpop sampler

my dear @auriette was asking about my non-skz kpop feelings, and i have so many of them, so i thought it would be fun to make a little playlist.

i'm sticking with the 10 link limit (which is v hard) but if you also have a lot of kpop feelings, please rb with a song/group rec of your own!

in no particular order:

The Rose (k-rock)

i love them. They are super funny on social media, and their music is incredible. Screaming this song at the top of my lungs fixes me a little every time. Woosung is also a soloist and he's amazing.

WOODZ

This song gives me the shivers.

He also has a cover of Hype Boy that is A+

The duality of man.

I think WOODZ is vastly underappreciated, and i wish more people were as into him as i am.

Ateez

i know i already talked about them a little bit, but i have to do it again because i love them. just a bunch of insanely talented, stupidly hot weirdos. i love that they're all nerds who make legos together and that everyone but hongjoong and jongho have zero concept of personal space. wooyoung and san are medalists in the kiss your homie olympics. (woo is also bffs with changbin and also yeonjun from txt)

i'm still obsessed with this song and this MV. the ateez lore is very intricate and this is basically cinema.

TXT

insane dance skills, super talented, great music. it was hard to pick which song of theirs to include here, but this is defintely a favorite. def check out devil by the window" also.

they collabed with the jonas brothers and anitta and both songs were incredible. yeonjun just released a solo album. more talented goofballs. i love them.

OnlyOneOf

i am obsessed with OOO. they are incredible. they do most of their own choreo, they committed to making their MVs queer af and include messages of acceptance and support for the lgbtq community in the notes for all their videos. they paired themselves up and talk about kissing each other casually.

and they back it all up with high concept MVs, insane choreo, and great music that will absolutley get stuck in your head. picking a song was hard, but this choreo is too iconic

Hwasa

i am obsessed with her. she is also in mamamoo, who are great, but i am currently absolutely obsessed with her cover of lunch. but this song which is a pretty direct call out of the rampant body shaming in the industry is so much fun.

KARD

kard is the only mixed gender kpop group i know of, and we need more.

they are all adults, and their music and MVs are, too. killer dancey tracks. their friendship is a lot of fun.

BM is also a soloist, and has some very explicit horny songs that don't bother with the (barely) innuendo that kard plays with. he's also hilarious on SM, and on the daebak show

Enhypen

they're just good. i love a concept album, and they killed it with this.

Evnne

i love them.

they were all on boys planet, and i love all the groups that formed from that show (i was going to cheat and make a whole playlist of bp groups, but i'm just going to share this one and i'll make a whole separate bp post)

this video and song are just so fun, and they're so good, and i wanted to yell about them.

(all the boys planet boys are also stray kids levels of obsessed with each other, which i appreciate --zb1 is probably the worst-best about this, but they're all super close)

oh gosh only space for one more... ahhhh who to choooose

Blitzers

this is just so much fun

no one really sounds like blitzers. the horns and big band elements are wholly unique and fit surprisingly well. they are super talented and clearly having a good time with what they do, and it's just a good time.

I hope you like at least some of these songs/groups!

(Now, to play by my own rules and not add another ten in a reblog unless specifically asked to do more!)

Please add your favorite kpop/krock groups to share the joy of good music that we can all be super normal about together!

[yeagerprincess]

Sorry for the 3 year Hiatus (｡•́︿•̀｡) Forgive me?

Anyway....

Sanemi Brainrot Time 🩷

SFW:

-He's a completely different man when he's with you. He's constantly holding your hand to guide you around; along the sidewalk, up and down the stairs, uphill, downhill, doesn't matter. Keeping you safe is his number one priority, even if he's only walking you through the hallway. He'd never forgive himself if you so much as slipped on pebble.

-But it took a while for you to get to that point. Each night, you found yourself restless, unable to catch a wink of sleep, and so you'd sneak off to what used to be your secret escape. Just a simple, peaceful meadow that you'd given a few homey touches to: A picnic blanket, a lantern, and a couple of books to take your mind off things. It was your own little slice of heaven, until one night, you found Sanemi sitting among the flowers. He looked a little out of place. So brutish and hardened in contrast to the delicate petals all around him.

-At first, the two of you would ignore each other and simply go about your own separate business. But eventually, you began to greet to one another. Greetings turned to small talk, smal talk to meaningful conversations. After nearly a year of meeting up like this each night, you began to see each other in daylight too.

-The other Hashira would notice how Sanemi didn't bump shoulders with you in the hallway and instead, made an effort to avoid colliding with you. They'd notice how he'd soften his gaze and actually look at you when you passed by, instead of storming in whatever direction he was going. They'd notice how you'd wave to him, and how he'd turn pink at the sight of your gorgeous smile instead of asking you "what your damn problem was." They'd notice how the two of you shared your own inside jokes, how he'd suddenly become calm in your presence, how he'd lower his tone when you entered the room, how you slowly became more and more talkative and friendly as the two of you began to fall deeper and deeper in love. It was so incredibly obvious to everyone, but incredibly sweet at the same time.

-One day, during one of your nightly rendezvous, the two of you were silently gazing up at the stars together when a sudden rush of confidence overtook you. You inched your hand a little closer until your pinkies were touching, then gently intertwined yours with Sanemi's, who remained quiet all the while. Wordlessly, Sanemi shifted his hand underneath yours, and locked his fingers with your smaller ones. The two of you exchanged looks, and nothing more. There was no need. You understood each other perfectly.

-He was stunned each time you kissed him on the cheek. Every look, every smile, every wink, every touch, everything you did was pure sweetness in his eyes. You could do no wrong. He catered to your every wish and desire, no matter how tedious or inconvenient. He'd give you the sky if only you'd ask it of him. Your bedroom was filled to the ceiling with gifts from Sanemi. Flowers, chocolates, new dresses and kimonos, shoes, dolls, plushies, everything you could ever ask for. And yet, you never did. He simply wanted you to have them, and so he'd bring them to you no questions asked, like a bird finding a shiny rock for his mate. It just made sense to him. You deserved anything you wanted.

-Including marriage. And when he finally proposed, he did so in your secret meadow, under the stars. You were so happy, you couldn't even say "yes," only managing to throw yourself into his arms and pepper his face with kiss after kiss.

NSFW:

-Sex was a different story though. He absolutely dominated and manhandled you in the bedroom. Not in a mean way, just that in order to show you how much he loved you, he had to fuck you like he hated you. That makes sense, right?

-His favorite position is absolutely reverse cowgirl. He just loves watching your cheeks bounce on top of him and seeing your thighs jiggle with each slam of your relentless hips. He loved it when you rested your pretty feet on top of his thighs while riding him too. Yeah, he's that kind of guy, sucks toes, eats ass, eats his cum off of you AND out of you. The good stuff.

-He can be VERY kinky, too. He'd indulge in each and every one of your kinks indiscriminately, even if he isn't sure he's into it. He's gotta try it at least once for his pretty wife, doesn't he? You deserve no less.

-Sanemi cannot get enough of your bouncy tits either. He's constantly sucking and biting on them and shoving his dick in between them. He's a sucker for nipple play and loves to tease and torture them until they're so sensitive that you can't wear a bra comfortably. He'll always make sure to kiss them better for you, though, so it's always worth it.

-He's rough when he throatfucks you too. He's the type to teach you how to relax your throat to take him better and give you "practice time" to get better at taking all of his thick dick in your mouth. He likes to shove it in all the way and force you to hold still, just feeling his throbbing dick in your throat and his heavy, cum filled balls on your face.

-He's a eater for sure. He absolutely gets pussy drunk and eats you out for hours unless you physically stop him from the overstimulation. He'll use his body to pin you and hold your thighs apart so he lap at your juicy peach and drink up all your nectar without worrying about your incessant kicking and squirming. He won't stop until he's drank you dry and you're crying for mercy.

-When your legs are in the air, it just does something to him. He LOVES staring down at your fucked out face, seeing your thighs pressed up again your chest, your knees beside your head, and your cute feet in his face. He'll suck and kiss and lick at your ankles while mercilessly bullying his needy cock in and out of your squirting pussy. Maybe he just gets off on being bigger, stronger, and tougher than you, but something about seeing you folded up and immobilized, completely at his mercy makes him want to cum inside you until he can't breathe anymore.

-And he sure is noisy too. You can barely hear yourself moaning with how loud Sanemi is. He's constantly babbling about how sexy and wet you are, how you're so good at milking his aching dick and balls, his needy grunts and groans, the wet sounds of his mouth on your tits and the even lewder and wetter noises his dick makes as he plunges himself into your juicy pussy as if he'll die the moment he stops.

-Dont even get him started with the praise. Sure, he'll call you his good girl, but if you praise him right back, he'll cum on the spot. "That's my good boy" "Your dick feels so fucking good" "I'm gonna cum all over that dick, baby" "You're gonna make me squirt again" "Just like that baby, right there" Oh, he'd just kill anyone who so much as thought about looking at you.

Okay byyyyye Love yall (´｡• ω •｡`) ♡

[hyukalyptus]

txt proposal headcanons!

cw. gn!reader, slightly smutty in yj's but every other one is fluffy and sfw, mention of hiking and food in beomgyu's, reader is a pianist in kai's, kissing, "i love you". notes. 2 fics in 2 days from hp???? OMG!! just wanted to do something quick and fun.

yeonjun - it's early on a sunday. he woke up way too early but could not get back to sleep and instead got started on making sure everything was absolutely perfect. his rubs your upper arm to wake you gently. ur blurry vision clears up to be welcomed by the sight of his pretty makeup-free face. but looking around, the room's full of candles and rose petals. and he says, "good morning, my love." he takes your hands, takes a deep breath and says, "you are so beautiful." tears prick his eyes but you still have no idea what's going on. "you're everything i've ever wanted. you're perfect." then he pulls out a black ring box and you gasp, covering your mouth. "jjun, are you—" "will you marry me?" after an obvious yes and lots of tears, you can't think of any other way to express your love for each apart from making incredible, passionate love. hands all over bodies. shared breath between each other.

soobin - rents a room at a museum for the night and creates his own little exhibit of all the pictures you've taken together over the years. as you walk in the room and take a look around, you can't help but let tears flow down your cheeks. pictures of the first six months of ur relationship all shy and still awkward, then photos of trips you took together, anniversaries, every moment he insisted on capturing. and ur so thankful he did. you're taking everything in—your favorite song playing over a room full of your favorite pictures—and then you turn around to see soobin on one knee, holding out a ring. before he can even speak, u drop to ur knees, wrapping ur arms around his neck, whispering "yes, yes, yes" and "i love you, i love you, i love you." he giggles, "i haven't even asked yet!" you laugh, resting back on ur knees, holding his free hand with both of yours. and finally, a simple, "will you marry me?"

beomgyu - packs a picnic and makes you hike up a mountain in the middle of the night. usually, he'd be groaning and grumpy all the way up but this time, it's you. "gyu...why are we even hiking at 1am?" and he keeps smugly saying, "you'll see!" but you just assume he's being annoying and messing with you. when you get to the top and look up at the gorgeous stars in the sky, you gasp and look over at him, looking back at you like i told you so. you go in for a hug and "i'm sorry i whined the whole time....." and y'all can't stop giggling. spreading out a blanket, you snuggle into each other, staring up at the sky. right as a shooting star goes by, he watches ur face, thinking ur so much prettier. he whispers his proposal and you think ur dreaming. but you simply turn ur head and say, "of course i'll marry you."

taehyun - takes you to a gorgeous, gorgeous garden, pergolas dripping in vines and florals. a tiny waterfall nearby. he didn't make a big deal about it that day. just asked to take you somewhere pretty. he did make sure to get your favorite drink and snacks. and you spend so much time walking around, being clingy, holding hands, kissing. he's so complimentary the whole time, but you don't think much of it. that's how he always is, to be fair. finally, he brings you to the most secluded corner of the garden. and he gives the sweetest speech you've ever heard. about how much he loves you, how he knew you were the one the moment he met you, how much you mean to him, how he wants to grow old with you. then, he pulls out a stunning ring and asks you to marry him.

hueningkai - both of you are musicians and it's common for you to be each other's page turners when practicing piano. one of you sits in a chair near the piano bench, following along with the music and turning the pages when it's time. and today, he asks you to do just that. but today's special. he wrote a song for you. "will you turn the pages for me please?' he asks sweetly, kissing your cheek. you listen intently, being sure to keep up with the notes while appreciating the gorgeous song for what it is. a few pages in, you flip a page and written in his messy handwriting, it says, "will you marry me?" it takes a second to process, but once you do, you're giggling, wrapping ur arms around him, kissing his cheek, saying "yes, yes! ohmygosh, yes!!"

[albatross-lancer]

Salutations, Omninet. My name is EPIPHANY, archivist of makteba Erdaf. I keep many secrets for the Albatross, and for the galaxy as a whole, for in secrets, there is a shield. The young one who ordinarily manages this account is not in a mental state to do so following the revelation of one such secret, and so it falls to the rest of us to do so until such time as they are ready once again.

Much has transpired on the Omninet of late. I thought I might offer my services of archiving these events, so that we may all see clearer. The events detailed below are in mostly, but not strictly, chronological order.

Phase 0 (Rise of the Mercenary Queen): One or more individuals calling themselves "Backtalker" attempted covert activities using the "Intercompany Brawl" between CMC and MSMC as cover. This led to many forces, including the Albatross and some manner of greywash entity converging on CMC's base, the Sylvia's Requiem, with conflicting goals. As of the present, we are attempting to contact the Albatross squadron that was sent to determine more information, but it appears that for the most part, some resolution has been reached, and all correspondence from CMC after this point has included the signoff "Glory to the Mercenary Queen." DoJ/HR Operative "Karateka" has written some analysis, in cypher. A decoding is here.

Phase 1 (Death to the Mercenary Queen): Yesterday, several omninet blogs received communications from an unknown sender, that seemed to be from the same sender, based on the formal yet menacing tone, and the typically-used signoff "Death to the Mercenary Queen". The blogs in question also all seem to be Lancers tangentially connected to CMC in some way:

Tigersharko; Z-341-A; Ward; Gray

Phase 2 [Gifts]: At approximately the same time or slightly later, even more omninet blogs, including many completely unaffiliated with CMC, received gifts from an unknown sender. One such gift was also signed with "Death to the Mercenary Queen", suggesting they were sent by the same individual. Many of these gifts seem carefully selected for their recipients, demonstrating a close eye for detail, including possibly knowledge of information that has not been shared publicly on the Omninet. They also necessitate incredible access to a wide array of resources, and an uncanny ability to deliver them promptly. Many of these gifts were delivered in a [particular way], while others were not, suggesting that perhaps multiple senders were behind them:

[Gray]; [Headlock]; [Albatross]; [Z-341-A]; [XIII-E]; [MSMC-796th]; Gambit; Operator; Pyroclast; Brigand

Phase 3 [Mysteries and] {Ciphers}: Significantly later in the day, several omninet blogs received yet more messages, by far the most cryptic, including a few instances of ciphers. These messages proved to be stressful for many recipients, causing some rather baseless speculation that they were sent by RA:

Tigersharko; CMC; Headlock; CMC Again; Ashton; Operator; Gray; Teardown; Pyroclast; Redwingpilot;

Phase 4 >\\ A short time after these messages finished, other messages started anew. They were similar in their strangeness, but clearly different, being much briefer and formatted in a distinct manner:

Ashton; UnshackledHorusShitpostBot; Pyroclast; Albatross; Brigand; Milo Wells; Ashton Again; Gambit; Gambit Again

ooc note: So myself and most of the other Lancer Blogs spent most of last night descending into madness and making this. It was an absolute blast, we had so much fun. At this point we know there were at least 3 people behind these, probably not coordinated. (@ciitrusbeetle was behind phase 3, and at least one of us was behind two of the [gifts]). You can join us on discord here!

[ofinfinitedreams]

Rosalie was absolutely beside herself with sheer ecstasy as the waves of pleasure washed over her body. Shaking uncontrollably as her walls spasmed around his pulsating cock. His name and other expletives fell from her lips as all the emotions overwhelmed her being. The potency of the desire is tangible to the touch. Feeling his hands loosen she was able to breathe more easily. The explosion inside her was tenfold, simply incredible, unlike any other orgasm she ever had before. Feeling his strong thrusts throughout he finally managed his release as he came inside her. Her walls milked every last drop of his potent seed as he filled her to the core. It was heavenly. The abundance of rapture that coursed through her. Hearing his groans of her name exhilarated her further. God, it was amazing as she throbbed around him, til he was spent.

What a heap of tangled messes they were, but the blonde didn't care one bit. Her breathing slowly returned to normal as the pleasure subsided and ebbed away. My goodness. Utterly outrageous the effects he has on her body. She hummed blissfully at the feel of his lips placing tender kisses along her jaw. Her eyes fluttered at the sensations, "Si," she mumbled in her blissed-out state. A low hum of approval emitted from her throat as she felt his movements, pulling her against his chest. "That was…" she muttered unable to obtain a single thought at this moment. "Me neither, my love. You bring that out of me," she cooed delightfully. "I'm glad I can do the same for you," she teased with a satiated smile etched upon her features. A soft whine escaped as they detangled themselves, if he could stay inside her forever that truly would be magnificent. Her half-lidded eyes studied him as he put on his pants and stood. "Thank you," she muttered as she gracefully stood as her pussy still ached for him. A soft chuckle fell from her lips at the sight of her. Truly a mess of ripped clothes. "That you do, mister," she smiled lovingly in return as he guided her to the bathroom. A pout started to form upon her features at his words, but he spoke the truth. They did need a reprieve, both of them. "Okay…that sounds boring…but ideal I suppose," she answered regretfully. "We do need to get stuff done I suppose. You better come see me tonight or else," she stated in the least non-threatening tone imaginable. "Rest and recuperation does sound tempting," she grinned with a wink before he captured her lips. Her hands grasped his arms. "See you soon, love," she whispered against his lips.

He maintained his punishing pace, driving into her with abandon as she trembled beneath him. His grip on her throat loosened slightly, allowing her to gasp for air as the aftershocks of her orgasm rippled through her body. "That's it, baby. Let go for me," he growled, his voice husky with desire. He maintained his punishing pace, prolonging her pleasure as he chased his own release. His fingers loosened slightly on her throat, allowing her to gulp in ragged breaths.

Simon loved to watch as her eyes fluttered open, glazed with passion as she gazed up at him and felt himself swelling inside her, knowing he was close to his release. With the last of her strength, clenching her muscles around him, she determined to push him over the edge with her just as he was determined to have this hold over her.

Her words were his undoing. With a guttural cry, Simon thrust deep one final time, his body going rigid as he spilled himself inside her. Wave after wave of ecstasy washed over him as he pulsed within her welcoming heat. He groaned her name, buried deep within her, his body shuddering with the intensity of his climax.

They lay tangled together, breathing heavily as they came down from their shared high. Simon pressed tender kisses along her jawline, a stark contrast to the roughness of moments before.

After a few moments, he rolled to the side, pulling her close against his chest. His fingers trailed lazily up and down her spine as their breathing slowly returned to normal. "I’ve never done that before" he murmured, voice rough after his pants, grunts of passion and deep growls that scratched his throat. A deep chuckle rumbled his chest. It seemed Rose had the habit of encouraging the much wilder side of him.

He detangled from her after a few moments, gently pulling from her and putting his pants back on before he rose from the floor with an offer of his hand to help her up. Her clothes were ripped off her till she was bare in comparison to his fully dressed appearance. “I owe you a new wardrobe,” he promised, lifting her into his arms and up to her bathroom, where he started a bath after setting her down on her feet, leaning against him. “I think you and I need to clean up – separately,”

“I’ll only be distracted by you but I’ll return to sleep in your bed tonight.” He cupped her face, sweetly kissing her lips. “I won’t judge if you happen to fall right to sleep though. I think we’ve exhausted ourselves”