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yandere!young justice x magician and sorcerer!reader
BUUUUUUUUUT,the readed is a part of the team,however,shows no interest in them,and it just there because she kinda just has to,and no matter how much they try to get her attention,she never gives them any of it.
(I love your writing btw😼)
Yandere! Young Justice x magician! Reader
The Cave was quiet, as it always was at night, the hum of machines and distant murmurs of the world outside barely touching the stillness that clung to the mountain like a second skin. In this isolated hollow, surrounded by the cool stone walls, you could hear your own thoughts—the whisper of spells, the pulse of magic, the unspoken words you chose not to say.
You never had to explain yourself here, never had to wear the mask of pleasantries or pretend you cared about anything more than the mission. The others, they didn’t understand. They couldn’t, not really. You weren’t like them, never had been. You didn’t need the comfort of their companionship. You didn’t want their attention, their curiosity, or their pity.
And yet, they tried.
Conner was always watching. A silent presence, brooding and intense, always lingering in the background, his eyes following your every movement. He never asked questions—no, that wasn’t his style. Instead, he observed, the way a predator watches its prey, calculating, waiting. He never made an effort to speak, not in the way Wally did with his incessant jokes or M'gann with her quiet warmth. Conner was patient, cold, waiting for something to crack, for something to change.
His silence was a constant reminder. He didn’t need to speak; you could feel his presence, the weight of his gaze pressing down on you, always at the edge of your vision, always waiting.
It was unsettling, but you never let it show.
Wally was a different story altogether. His energy was like a crackling fire, unpredictable, always bouncing from one thing to the next. He couldn’t sit still, couldn’t leave you be. "Come on," he would say, leaning over your shoulder as you worked on a spell, his grin wide and carefree. "Show me something cool. You know you’ve got some crazy magic tricks up your sleeve."
His insistence was always accompanied by that grin of his, mischievous and bright, as though his charm could draw you out of your shell. But you never did. You never gave him the satisfaction of seeing you smile, never let him see you as more than just another teammate. It wasn’t his fault—he was just trying to make the team feel more like a family. But you didn’t care about family. You didn’t care about any of them.
“I’m busy,” you’d say, dismissing him with a flick of your hand, returning to your spell. And Wally, ever the optimist, would laugh and zip away, the sound of his footsteps echoing as he left you to your silence.
But it wasn’t enough for him, no. His persistence was a thing of legend. Sometimes you’d catch him watching you, his gaze fixed, a question burning in his eyes. "Why are you always like this?" he seemed to ask with every look. But he never voiced it. Instead, he’d turn away, hoping that somehow, eventually, you’d change your mind.
Then there was Robin. The dark and silent watcher. He knew how to stay in the shadows, how to be everywhere without being seen. His presence was like the night itself—always there, always watching, never truly gone. Robin was the most subtle of them all. He never asked outright; instead, he would drop little comments, observations that always felt like a puzzle, like he was trying to figure you out, piece by piece.
"You know, you could talk to us more," he’d say, casually leaning against the wall as he watched you work. His tone was light, almost playful, but you could sense the undercurrent of something more—something deeper. “We don’t bite, you know.”
You didn’t respond. Of course, you didn’t. The only response he got was the steady flick of your fingers over the spellbook, the quiet hum of magic filling the space between you. He didn’t try to get too close, not like Wally or M'gann, but his eyes never stopped tracking you, always measuring, always calculating. Robin was patient, the kind of person who knew that some things took time, that some people had walls that needed to be broken down slowly.
And you? You weren’t going to let him.
M'gann was the opposite. Her presence was always warm, soft, inviting. She would sit beside you, her legs tucked under her, her eyes wide with curiosity. "You know," she would say with that gentle voice of hers, "I could help you with your spells. I can be a good study partner, if you ever need one."
Her kindness wasn’t forced, never had been. It was natural for her, as natural as breathing. She wasn’t like the others who were driven by some sense of duty or curiosity. No, M'gann’s attention was genuine, a quiet offer of companionship. She was the one who tried to reach you without asking, without expecting anything in return.
But you didn’t need help. You didn’t need her to reach you. And so, you’d quietly decline, giving her nothing more than a polite smile before returning to the words in your book, the pages filled with symbols that had no need for her warmth.
And then there was Artemis. The sharp, straightforward one. She didn’t waste time on subtlety. Her approach was always direct, blunt, like a sharp blade that never hesitated. "You don’t have to be so closed off, you know," she’d say, her voice a mix of irritation and something else. It was hard to tell with Artemis—her eyes were always guarded, her emotions always hidden behind a wall of indifference. "We’re all in this together."
She had a point, of course. But you didn’t care. You didn’t care about being “in it together.” You had your own path to follow, and they weren’t a part of it. You didn’t need to explain that to her, or to anyone. So, you’d give her a nod, a brief acknowledgment that wasn’t really an acknowledgment, and move on with your work.
Kaldur was the calm one, the quiet one. His respect for you was obvious, but it never crossed the line into anything more. He would offer you a nod as he passed, his gaze soft, his presence steady like the water he controlled. He didn’t push you the way the others did. He didn’t try to break down your walls. He simply respected them, kept his distance, and allowed you to be as you were.
But even Kaldur had moments when his gaze would linger on you, just a second too long, like he was waiting for you to finally open up, to let him see more than the cold silence you kept locked behind your eyes.
It wasn’t much, but it was enough. Enough for you to feel the weight of their gaze, the quiet pressure of their attention. They thought they understood you. They thought that if they just tried enough, kept reaching out, eventually, you’d let them in.
But you wouldn’t.
In the midst of their attempts, you kept your distance, always lost in the pages of your spells, your incantations, the quiet hum of power that thrummed beneath your fingertips. They were drawn to you, like moths to a flame, their fascination burning just beneath the surface of their words, their glances, their actions.
But you would remain untouched. You would keep your secrets locked away, your magic a barrier between you and the world they wanted to draw you into.
They didn’t understand it, not really. They couldn’t. You were not like them. You didn’t need what they offered. You didn’t need to be a part of their team, their family, their world. You were the silent watcher, the one who kept their distance while they reached out, always hoping that something would change.
But it wouldn’t.
You weren’t there for them. You were there because you had a purpose, one that had nothing to do with them, nothing to do with the team, and nothing to do with any of their quiet, unspoken obsessions. You would remain distant, and they would keep trying, never understanding why you remained so cold, so unreachable.
And that, for now, was enough.
(A/n: thank you kind fellow fur🤭😽)
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୨ ⎯ headcanons . nicolas alexander chavez x f!reader
a/n: i started watching monsters and MAN, i get the HYPE. here is some cute and a little spicy headcanons for y'all!!!
━ spontaneous AF
Nic would totally be the guy to text you like, “Get ready, I’m picking you up in 20,” and then take you on some random adventure, like stargazing or getting ice cream at midnight. Literally boyfriend goals.
━ biggest hype man
He’s always like, “Babe, you’re AMAZING,” even when you’re just, like, doing homework or surviving Monday. He’d make you feel like a literal queen 24/7.
━ obsessed with your music taste
He’d always ask for song recs and then add them to a playlist called, like, Songs That Remind Me of Her (AND HE’D ACTUALLY LISTEN TO IT).
━ puppy love vibes
He’d 100% suggest adopting a dog together because “it’d be so cute, just like us,” and then post pics of you two with the dog, captioned, “My girls 🫶🏻.” Like, STOP.
━ always touchy
Nic would hold your hand everywhere. Like, even if you’re just walking around Target, he’d be holding it or wrapping an arm around you. People would literally gag at how cute you are.
━ so funny it hurts
He’d do dumb stuff like mimic your laugh or make up random nicknames for you, just to see you crack up. His goal in life is literally to make you laugh until you cry.
━ old school sweetheart
He’s SO that guy who shows up at your house with flowers “just because” or plans a cute dinner date with candles, even if it’s just takeout. ROMANCE IS ALIVE.
━ late night calls
He’d call you at like 11 PM and be like, “So what’s on your mind?” And then suddenly it’s 2 AM, and you’re talking about your childhood dreams or your favorite foods. LIKE WHO DOES THAT? Nic does.
━ intense eye contact
He’d have this thing where he just stares at you with those gorgeous eyes, like you’re the only person in the room. And you’d be like, “What?” and he’d smirk and go, “Nothing, you’re just distracting.” HELP.
━ that smirk game
He totally knows what he’s doing when he hits you with that crooked smile. Like, you’d be arguing over something dumb, and he’d smirk mid-sentence, making you forget what you were even mad about. It’s unfair, honestly.
━ hand placement expert
Whether it’s his hand on the small of your back when you’re walking, or casually brushing his fingers against yours before holding your hand, he’s SO smooth about it. Like, boy, do you know what you’re doing? (He does.)
━ jealous but chill
He’s not like, possessive, but if another guy’s flirting with you, he’ll slide up next to you, wrap an arm around your waist, and be like, “Hey babe, ready to go?” in this low, confident voice. Dead.
━ his hoodie
He’d totally give you his hoodie when you’re cold, but low-key, he thinks you look hotter in it than he does. And then he’d be like, “You’re keeping that, right? It looks better on you anyway.” STOP.
━ the way he kisses
Nic is a pull-you-in-by-the-waist-and-make-you-forget-your-name kind of kisser. Like, soft at first, but then when he gets serious? UGH. You’re blushing just thinking about it.
━ voice drop
He’d get all close to your ear to whisper something—like a joke, or even just “You’re so pretty”—and his voice would drop like 10 octaves. You’d be SHIVERING.
━ protective but subtle
He’d walk on the side of the street closest to traffic without saying a word or instinctively pull you closer in a crowded room. He wouldn’t make a big deal about it, but inside you’d be like, “I’m marrying this man.”
━ that lowkey dominance
He’d be the guy to put his arm around your chair at dinner or rest his hand on your thigh while driving. It’s not showy, just this quiet confidence that makes you melt.
━ post workout look
When he shows up all sweaty from the gym with his hair messed up and his shirt clinging to him just right? You’re DONE. And he knows it, too, because he’ll smirk and say, “What? See something you like?”
#nicolas chavez#nicolas alexander chavez#nicholas alexander chavez#nicholas chavez#fluff#headcanon#feeling spicy#x reader#netflix monsters
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Vi Headcannons
Vi x reader
Masterlist
Vi loves curling up with you after a long day, making sure you're comfortable and always having your back. After a tough day, she’ll hand you a hot drink and give you a soft smile, her way of making sure you're taken care of.
She shows her love through actions—like making sure you have everything you need or surprising you with small gestures like fixing something for you or leaving a note in your pocket. Sometimes, she'll leave a little treat on your pillow, letting you know she’s thinking of you.
Vi is fiercely protective of you, keeping you close in dangerous situations and always ensuring you're safe. When she feels especially protective, she’ll pull you close and softly tell you, “Stay close,” her voice calm and reassuring.
She loves teasing you, challenging you to races, cracking jokes, and making sure you both enjoy lighthearted moments. If she wins, she’ll laugh and say, “What’s the matter, getting slow on me?” Then, she’ll pull you into a hug, showing it's all in good fun.
Vi loves quiet nights together, wrapped up in each other's arms. After you steal her hoodie, she’ll give you a teasing smile before pulling you into a cuddle, her arms holding you close as you both relax.
Vi might not always say "I love you," but her eyes speak volumes, and she comes to you for support when she’s unsure, valuing your opinion above all. In moments of vulnerability, she’ll rest her head on your shoulder, murmuring her gratitude.
She’s your biggest cheerleader, encouraging you to pursue your dreams and offering a pep talk when needed. “You’ve got this,” she’ll say with a proud smile, watching you take on new challenges with confidence.
Her gestures of affection—like a hand on your back, a squeeze of your hand, or a kiss on the forehead—speak volumes about how much she cares. Even without many words, her presence is always comforting.
It can be hard but Vi will be willing to admit when she’s wrong and apologizes because your trust matters more than her pride. After a rough patch, she’ll pull you close, showing that her love for you always outweighs her pride.
In the middle of a quiet moment, Vi might reach for your hand without saying anything, her thumb gently tracing over your skin as she enjoys the peace with you. It's simple, but you both know what it means—comfort and closeness without needing words.
When she notices you're stressed, Vi will offer a reassuring touch, maybe rubbing your back or brushing a strand of hair from your face. She'll just say, “Breathe, cupcake,” and the weight of the world feels a little lighter when you're in her arms.
Vi loves those little moments of intimacy, like when she kisses you softly on the forehead, brushing your hair out of your eyes after a long day. It’s her way of showing affection without fanfare, just you and her in the quietest of spaces.
Sometimes, when the world is still, you and Vi will sit together in the dark, talking about everything and nothing. These quiet, late-night conversations allow you both to open up in a way you don’t with anyone else—no barriers, no rushing.
Vi can’t help but linger when she’s close to you, whether it’s her hand resting on your shoulder or her fingers brushing against yours. She’ll act like it’s nothing, but you know it’s just another way for her to show she’s right there with you.
After a long, rough day, when you’re feeling down, Vi might pull you into her lap, her arms wrapping around you tightly, as if she’s shielding you from the world. She’ll hold you there, not saying anything but offering all the warmth and protection you need.
"It'll be alright, cupcake. I promise."
While teasing you, Vi will pull you closer in a quick, unexpected hug, squeezing you tight before letting go with a grin. It's a mix of affection and playfulness, showing she loves being around you no matter the mood.
Sometimes, when you’re not paying attention, Vi will catch your gaze, her eyes soft and filled with love. She won't need to say a word; that look alone speaks volumes about how much she adores you, even in silence.
She loves you so much and as far as you know, there is nothing that will separate you from each other.
Requests may be sent. Only SFW.
#arcane#arcane x reader#vi x reader#vi#violet x reader#vi headcannons#vi arcane#violet arcane#vi league of legends#vi fluff
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okay pookies!! I’m in a writers slump so I’m going to pop off some mini blurbs with Instagram links<3 because the words are not being written correctly for my wips [cries]🎀✨
Simon “Ghost” Riley
playing with his cat
admittedly, Simon is up at odd hours from bouts of insomnia. it doesn’t really bother him when his cat is up too, sitting in bed and flipping him around. it’s cute, more so funny when he flips his cat off and gets pounced on, not taking it seriously - one of the rare times he’ll let chuckle and crack a smile to himself
John Price:
pranking Price by telling him your tampon is stuck
John comes as soon as you call for him - what he wasn’t expecting was you telling him your tampons stuck. but John’s smart, he sees your phone in his peripheral and doesn’t say anything about it. he knows your pranking him, if it wasn’t obvious from your phone recording him and the way you giggle, well, “I know you’re cycle, love.”
driving around to see Christmas lights
John loves his dog, just a sweetheart. one thing his dog loves is seeing Christmas lights - John doesn’t really know why, but he’s more than happy to drive around so his puppy can see them all. it makes him chuckle seeing their tail wag, heater keeping the car nice and warm as they drive down a couple blocks
John “Soap” MacTavish:
bear hugging Johnny
you didn’t really know what Johnny was doing, you just knew you wanted to hug him. it’s out of the blue, catches him off guard in a way that has him asking if you’re okay - and you are. he doesn’t waste time, moving to scoop you up, hold you close and goof around. he had been organizing your books, just a little surprise
asking Recruiter!Johnny questions
Johnny didn’t want to be stuck recruiting people, but he somehow got picked to do it. what he wasn’t expecting was your question, “Are you hot?”. he wants to sputter out, try to be slick - respond with a, “Well, you can come find out.”, but he stops himself. he knows he’ll be telling the 141 about this, chest puffed up and a lopsided smile as he brags
showing off for the neighbors
Johnny is springy and flexible, his ass can dance. if you catch him while he’s on a jog he’ll flag you down and start flipping around. he’s a show off, it goes to his head how the neighborhood moms watch him. his show is for you, but he won’t turn down the ego boost he gets from others eyeing him up
“you know where the matter daddy is?”
Johnny’s a menace when it comes to the 141, calling Gaz for ‘help’. he can barely get the opener out without laughing, hitting the punchline takes a hot minute. Gaz can hear him sputtering on the other side, little bursts of laughter leaving him. it’s amazing that Gaz falls for the joke at all, Johnny laughing harder as he grips his phone
König:
playing with his cat
does König talk to his pretty kitty in German? of course he does, and he’ll goof around with them too. his favorite thing is pretend dialing on his cat’s toe beans. he’ll pretend to meow for his cat and voice the person ‘on the line’. totally straight faced, he takes business calls with his kitty very seriously
parenting his cat
sometimes being a parent is having human children, other times it’s cradling your baby kitty in your shirt while you make lunch. König is the latter, and he’ll always say how easy it is to be a parent. “Ja, she is a little thing. Here, I have photos—”, he carries printed photos of her in his wallet to show off, his favorite is of her swaddled in bed with her favorite blankie
walking his cat
König likes getting out, it’s natural for him. it gets a little lonely sometimes though… and boy is excited when he learns cat harnesses exist. weather permitting, he enjoys going on walks with his cat. sure, his kitty might wander into a bush here and there, but König will get them out before trailing down the block
#I need my mojo back#[blows up]#ghost#simon ghost riley#simon riley#ghost cod#ghost call of duty#ghost headcanons#price#john price#price cod#price call of duty#price headcanons#soap#john soap mactavish#john mactavish#soap cod#soap call of duty#soap headcanons#konig#könig#könig cod#könig call of duty#könig headcanons#cod#cod thoughts#call of duty#hit post#queued post
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I agree with this post, and I want to add sth, I hope that's okay, OP.
Rosinante's anger - when he showed it - idk why but it didn't scare me. It didn't scare me like Doflamingo's anger. Doflamingo's anger fckn terrifies me.
I think you may have cracked why. Because Rosinante's anger came from a kind place. It was also presented differently. It was presented in a bit of a light-hearted, joke-like way. Even though he is burning down a hospital.
Also, even in anger, once they start their journey, Rosinante never hurts Law. He carries him around, yeah, but he never raises a hand against Law again. Rosinante isn't going to hurt his loved ones in anger. Doflamingo shows he will. I think this is also a factor of why Doflamingo's anger is terrifying and Rosinante's isn't as terrifying.
I think being Corazón helped Rosinante get that anger out. I think being Corazón probably made Rosinante realise how angry he is. But having an outlet in form of killing pirates... I think that was pretty good outlet for him. He gets to be grumpy, he gets to be angry, he gets to kill. (This is not to say Rosinante enjoys killing people.)
Also, I want to mention the Bottle Smash™ both DQ brothers do it.
But it also feels different, even though I think the source of the smash is their distress/anger.
It feels different. Is it because of what or who they're doing it? Rosinante does it because he's helpless to help Law. Doflamingo does it because the wine isn't helping him therefore he smashes it to smitherens.
Yeah, Rosinante is angry. Rosinante also didn't pull the trigger. Even if he was angry at his brother. Because his anger comes from a different place, I think.
But Doflamingo did. Doflamingo pulled the trigger very very full of emotions, and it's shown he expresses experiencing a complex flood of emotions in him by either anger or laughing. He is vulnerable, so he acts out with anger.
Rosinante doesn't have this problem with his emotions, I think. Yes, he acts out in anger, but he never lets it fog him to the point he hurts someone he loves.
Doflamingo, unfortunately, does not have that same sense. (I'm not saying he killed Rosinante in a fit of anger, he did not. He was 100% aware and there mentally, he was aware of his actions very much.)
Doflamingo's anger was always embaraced and encouraged, so he continues using it to express his emotions. North Blue Doflamingo was fckn terrifying bcs of how QUIET he was, at least to me. He didn't laugh as much as he does later. He didn't taunt people as much and got under their skin. Him expressing & processing his emotions in a safe way was never taught to him. He also was never encouraged to say what he feels. He was in a very masculine, tough guy surrounding.
Anyway, thank you for making me understand a bit more about Rosinante, OP, which also consequently helped me figure out a bit more about Doflamingo too.
Headcanon that even though he died happy, Corazon lived in anger.
This was a man who watched his fathers naïvety destroy their lives, who was hunted down by people who wanted him to suffer like they had, who watched his mother die slowly in front of him, and who watched as his brother shot his father through the skull.
He was angry. Like, reallyyyyyy angry. Rosinante burned down hospitals full of patients because the doctors refused to treat Law. He was a man who had done horrible things.
His anger, was kind, and justified, but anger nonetheless. Stop erasing this part of his character pretty please with a cherry on top, fic writers. He was goofy, and silly, and sweet, but he was also an incredibly angry man.
Cora lived angry at his brother and the world alike. He saw this in Doffy, and in Law both. He looked at Law and saw a version of himself and Doflamingo that he could save this time around. And because of that, he died without anger.
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ch. xxvi - MONSIEUR BLEP
cursed!jongho × reader
genre : mythology!au, smau
rating : mature; crude jokes and filthy language
tw : jokes about killing, mentions of past trauma, mentions of depression, allusion of previous attempt, Jongho being vulnerable
wc : 1.6 k
buy me coffee ?
so long i've been here, so long are the stories i've written. of what i gathered and lost, loneliness becomes me and pain refuse to depart from me. i've embraced that which ate me away so when you came along, i had no part of me left to give.
You were feeling rather great about coming to Gangneung not just because it was one of the places that you wanted to go to but also because the bnb was cozy yet gorgeous. That was until Jongho came knocking on your door just as you had finished cleaning up while he went to talk to the bnb manager.
Initially, he asked if you were settling in just fine but even after you assured him that you were doing just fine, he lured you out with "I want to show you something amazing."
Now, you were growing concerned.
"I swear Jongho, if you lured me out to the woods to kill me, I'll make a deal with Seonghwa after Hongjoong take me to him and make sure your cursed ass is doubly cursed," you huffed, pushing tree branches away from your face. It wasn't the fact that you hated nature but it was the fact that you hated nature in the dark and in your PJs.
Jongho rolled his eyes and shook his head at your dramatics yet he continued leading you further in. "If I wanted to kill you, I wouldn't have done it near my bnb. To insinuate that I would create such a disingenuous plan is a mockery of my former career as a police officer," he muttered but soon his eyes lit up, "Okay, we're here."
You were about to ask where he meant when he stepped aside and showed you a little round spot where the starry sky was clear and the trees circled around, making it look like the perfect nook. As soon as you saw the stars up above, your eyes mimicked their twinkle and it made Jongho crack a happy grin, knowing that his plan to impress you worked. "Welcome to my special secret spot," he proudly announced.
Carefully, as you were still preoccupied with the sky, Jongho led you to a log to sit down as he kneeled next to your leg, in front of a little pile he had made. The sound of rocks knocking made you look down and it was then that you saw Jongho making a campfire using rocks, twigs, and dry leaves, all a bit too easily to the point that your mind trailed to the fact that had you and your friends, creatures who had tasted the blissful convenience of modern technology, were to be dropped like the Seattle Grace Mercy West team in the middle of the woods to survive for two days, not even a week, you all would simply give up and let mother nature maul you clean. It was almost therapeutic seeing Jongho knock some sparks from the rocks and start kindling the fire. The crackle of the flame and the smell of burning wood created an ambience that Bath and Body Works would love to release as a three-wick candle. You didn't know if it was odd, but for a moment you could imagine Jongho in his youth, in his own time, living humbly as he was growing up, probably with his brother and his loving parents.
Once the fire was stable, Jongho moved to sit next to you and pulled out a blanket. Like the chivalrous man that he had turned to be, Jongho draped the cloth around you and smiled gently. "So that I won't listen to you whine about catching the cold," he stated teasingly which made you roll your eyes and smack him on his shoulder. "I'll let that go since you have graciously shared this spot with me. I get why this place is special to you. It's so beautiful," you craned your neck to admire the stars again, this time the fire giving the trees that were still in your line of sight a beautiful orange glow.
"This place is beautiful," Jongho exhaled, joining you in admiring the sky with a smile on his face, "But that's not why I called this place special."
Jongho's words intrigued you because you found yourself no longer staring at the sky but at his face which looked like it was admiring the stars. But, having spent some time with him, you immediately noticed that there was sadness in his sombre expression.
"It's not?" you asked, curious. Jongho shook his head before looking down to his lap where his hands rested, fingers intertwining with each other anxiously as if seeking comfort. "I... This..." He let out a sigh sharply, bracing himself to divulge another part of him to you. "This was the first place I came to after I had gotten cursed."
Almost immediately, a thousand questions popped into your head. You wanted to know the hows and the whys but you held yourself back, recognizing that it wasn't time for you to pry but you also didn't want to seem disinterested. So you scooted slightly closer to Jongho, allowing him to feel your presence more.
It took two minutes of silence before Jongho started speaking again.
"It was... About a month after the exact day I got cursed. Have I ever told you about how I got cursed?" You shook your head at his question, "Well, it's a long story but the point is, I foiled a plan where some people wanted to use sorcery to attack or kill or harm the King who had a great relation with my family from our trades. I thought it was my duty as a policeman but the King ended up killing off the whole family because according to him, he couldn't let the possibility of another plot happen. While the King was happy, some people thought what I did was horrible especially since the rest of the traitor's family had nothing to do with the plot. I was at an all-time low. I didn't know it then, but I was depressed. Severely depressed to the point that I... Well... I tried to..." Jongho paused, he couldn't bring himself to say the actual word because it was such a dark time for him. He was probably at his lowest and he was ashamed to admit that he almost took the coward's way out. Even just thinking about it almost pulled him back to the bad headspace where all the judgmental stares, the harsh words, and the sneers reside.
Luckily, you were there to pull him back to reality by scooting even closer to the point that your thighs were touching so you could share the blanket with him.
"I assume you left the town after that?" you asked, successfully getting his attention as he nodded rapidly and cleared his throat. "Well, when I found out that I couldn't die, it freaked me out so much that I ran away one night and never looked back. I must've run for a whole day because the next thing I know, I was lying on the ground right there," your eyes followed his finger that was pointing towards a spot three trees away from where you came from, "I was exhausted and I wanted to just give up but I couldn't, not with what I was cursed with. It was raining that day and I was hoping the water would just turn the ground wet and I would just be swallowed whole or something. Next thing I knew, Hongjoong hyung appeared in front of me, said he smelled decay but he couldn't see my soul, it wasn't in me." Hearing that, your eyebrows furrowed and your nose scrunched, before you could stop yourself, you blurted out, "And what the hell was that supposed to mean?"
Your candid reaction caused Jongho to burst out in a fit of laughter, glad that someone shared his initial sentiment when he heard it straight from the reaper.
"That's what I said!" he exclaimed, "You have the privilege of learning mythologies, spiritual theories, and lores and yet you still react like that. Imagine me! I had just faced a sorcerer and his... Craft or something, and almost right after that, I had to deal with a supposed grim reaper. So when he eventually told me to come with him, I thought I had nothing else to lose anyway so I did. Guess who was the first person he brought me to," Without hesitation, you answered with a knowing smirk, "Seonghwa," to which he gleefully nodded, "See? He's so predictable," he chuckled. "Then one by one I met the other guys and I guess the rest is history," he sighed but this time, rather than sadness or dejection, it seemed more reminiscent.
"Sometimes I forget that you guys are technically part of history and I'm so jealous of that."
Jongho turned to you and nudged your shoulder with his, "Being part of history isn't as glamorous as you think it would be. It takes a lot of patience and a certain skill." Curious, you furrowed your eyebrows, "What kind of skill?" cheekily, Jongho stared at you with a deadpanned look and pointed out, "The skill to not die because you know what went on in the past. You could've died from nothing or everything. It was absolutely HORRIBLE."
The way you busted out laughing while clapping your hands triggered Jongho's reaction to do the same. It was odd how infectious your laugh became after Jongho stopped being an asshole and the only odd thing about it was how natural it was. Just like how your conversation naturally flowed without it being so forced. Your curiosity over his experience of the past seems to break through his introversion. Jongho was not fond of being pried open like a can of peaches but for some reason, your questions didn't feel like it was prying at all.
That night, the same stars that saw Jongho fall down and break apart became the witness to Jongho putting himself back together with the help of his friends and you, against all odds.
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home sweet home—-l.sm
☆ pairing: lee seokmin x fem!reader ☆ genre: pwp, roommates to something ☆ wc: ~0.6k ☆ warnings: 18+ MDNI, mutual masturbation, praise kink if you squint, bossy!reader, bossy!seokmin, lowkey kinda pervy reader but not really lol, not proof read ☆ a/n: heyo, got some bigger projects in the works but i thought too hard about seokmin's hands and had to jsut get this out of my head
“I’m home!” you called as you entered your shared apartment, “make sure you’re decent!” you added shutting the door behind you. It was mostly a joke, your roommate, Seokmin, knew your schedule and has never given you any reason to believe he wouldn’t be.
However, moving through your apartment, he was strangely absent. Moving toward your room, you saw that his door was closed and then you heard it. Muffled noises coming from inside his room.
Against your better judgment you stopped to listen closer, and there was no mistaking it. Seokmin was moaning. Heat rose to your cheeks and want pooled in your belly. You knew moving in with your friend turned crush would come to bite you some day, but you didn’t expect it so soon.
You stood there dumbfounded outside his door for longer than you should have. You know you should turn around and go to your room, but he sounded so pretty. Finally when you couldn’t take it anymore, you turned towards your room, ready to go take care of yourself, but again you were stopped in your tracks.
“Y/N” you heard Seokmin’s pretty voice ring out. Okay so your crush is moaning your name, you have got to see what that’s about, and quick because the wetness pooling in your underwear is starting to be hard to ignore.
You crack the door open and blink a few times, adjusting to the low lighting in the room. Seokmin is sprawled out on the bed, eyes screwed shut and his mouth slack. Your eyes raked down his body, eyes fixating on his cock fucking up into his beautiful delicate fingers.
His fingers long and lithe had a tendency to make everything he touched look beautiful and his perfect cock was no exception. At risk of being seen as a total freak you broke the silence,
“Seokmin?” you called softly. His eyes shot open and fell on you, his thrusts slowed but not stopped.
“O-oh my god, Y/N” he started, “I didn’t know what time it was, I’m so sorry,”
“I just…” you moved toward him, “I heard you call my name?” you blinked, feigning innocence. “Did you need my help?” you moved to take off your shirt. Once it was over your head you looked to see him nodding at you, his thrusts picking up their pace again.
You kicked off your pants and underwear and climbed up on the bed facing him. He sat up with his back up against the headboard, making room for you.
Getting situated you slowly spread your legs, baring yourself for him to see. He moaned in response. Slowly your hand trailed down your body until you reached your own swollen clit. He watched, mesmerized, and unconsciously picked up his pace. You circled your nub with the pads of your fingers, quickly being able to match pace with him. You felt his eyes on you but you didn’t care, you were already hurtling towards bliss with Seokmin watching you.
You moved toward your entrance and slowly inserted three of your fingers. You let out a shaky moan.
“Y/N just like that, show me” Seokmin begged. You rocked yourself on your fingers chasing your high. The coil in your stomach was so tight that you could scream.
Seokmin watched you and thrusted wildly into his beautiful hand.
“Fuck yourself into cumming” you told him, “Look at me and cum”
“Oh my god” he whined. He did as you asked, he watched your fingers disappear inside your dripping cunt and he released with a moan of your name. You tumbled over the edge not long after.
#svthub#diamond life network#lee seokmin imagines#lee seokmin x reader#lee dokyeom x reader#seventeen imagines#seventeen x reader#seventeen smut#lee seokmin smut#lee dokyeom smut#seventeen hard thoughts#seventeen hard hours#dk x reader#dk imagines#dk smut#seventeen fics#seventeen dk#seventeen dokyeom#bennie’s works
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I'd been meaning to do this since I found your account but today I read through the entirety of your Goldielocks fic (or at least, what's available) and all I can say is WOW !!!!!
You're really fucking good at writing these characters, capturing the lighthearted-yet-somehow-serious tone of the show, and the stuff you make up for worldbuilding fits right in with canon stuff. As a lover of making things canon-compliant and in-spirit-of-canon, this fic is like a dream come true. You're an amazing author !
I really look forward to your post-TBOB edits of the eclipse arc and the flatworld arc, I can already kind of guess where you're gonna go with it, but it's still exciting to think about what direction you might take things.
I'm also wondering, are you planning on changing anything about the Death Valley girls, what with the info we got about ciphertology and the like ? Or keeping them relatively the same ?
(I stayed up till almost midnight reading this - I'm so glad I don't have to be anywhere early tomorrow)
Thank you!! I've discussed my TBOB edits of the eclipse arc already, you can see some of them here if you want.
For the flatworld arc, I actually think basically nothing's going to change. Spoilers, but: Bill's world was never gonna be like Flatworld. It was gonna be a big reveal late in the fic ("big" for the characters, not the readers lmao) that Bill's world was actually pretty okay—like yeah, a few flaws, but not "barely-exaggerated satire of Victorian-era ableism/sexism/classism" flaws—and everything the kids read in Flatworld that made them pity Bill was 100% bullshit. It was going to turn out that Bill's world is actually...
... pretty much fucking exactly like Euclydia ended up being in canon—up to and including baby Bill getting medical trauma over having a super-rare cool-ass eye mutation that lets him see the stars of the third dimension.
I was gonna have Bill go "oh yeah, that's why I drove the author insane, I was that pissed at him for making my home world look that bad. I didn't correct you guys because I thought it'd be useful if you pitied me."
I did this because, before TBOB came out, I knew that no matter what I wrote about Bill's home dimension, probably a good 20% of readers would just push it to the side and automatically assume that his dimension was exactly the same as Flatland—like, occasionally readers were making comments about my fic talking about how triangles ***ARE*** oppressed in his home dimension like it was a canonical fact and taking it as a given that I was writing that. For that 20%, it seemed to me like the best way to ensure it got through to them that whoa, this isn't Flatland would be to have the characters assume his dimension is exactly the same as Flatland so that I could say, in story, "no that's totally wrong."
Post-TBOB, a lot fewer readers are gonna make that assumption. But having the characters assume his dimension is a lot worse than it really is is still a part of the story—it ties into the narrative of them slowly growing to expect him to be something more sympathetic/heroic than he actually is, a la Dipper's assumption that the Axolotl poem is a prophecy about how Bill will help save them—so there's no reason for me to take it out.
So yeah, tl;dr: Flatworld doesn't need to change because it was always going to be wrong.
I'm only gonna change the Death Valley girls a little bit. Everything I've currently written about them stays the same; except I'm also gonna mention that, yes, they are a Ciphertology sect, and yes, all the girls in the cult are Cipherwives.
So now I also get to crack jokes about Bill being both flattered and a little creeped out that even after he mostly ditched the cult they just kept inducting new recruits as "cipherwives" whether he showed up or not, like wow, you're just gonna marry him off in absentia to some lady he's never met??? What if he doesn't wanna marry her? What if he doesn't like her haircut?? Every time he shows up he finds out he's got a new wife! He loves the attention, but jeez, girls! At least send him a letter with his new bride's picture and wait for him to mail back an "OK" or something!
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Hanwool felt as though the atmosphere between himself and Rain was relaxed tonight, due to a mixture of their drinks and their light-hearted conversation. Sure Hanwool was flirting, but Rain being responsive and flirting back with him. If Rain was offended, if the other wasn't into it, if the escort was uncomfortable, Hanwool would stop. He knew he was the client here - Hanwool was paying, he could ask anything of Rain, he was well within his right to as per the The Playroom rules, but how could he, when it would make his partner unhappy? Or angry? Or upset? That was the last thing Hanwool wanted. And even if he desired Rain so deeply, carnally, with every fibre of his being, he would not force him into the backroom like how some of the other low-life clients at this place would.
When Rain joined him there, it would be because they both wanted it.
Seeing that Rain was enjoying his jokes was enough for Hanwool for now, who kept them coming. The escort looked as though he were trying not to show that he was amused, but the crinkle next to his gorgeous eyes was telling of his true feelings. Hanwool liked that Rain was still trying to keep up his appearances - it made their time in the booth all the more special. Like they were in on a secret that nobody else was aware of.
One of the rare, genuine requests that Hanwool had for Rain was that the escort call him 'hyung'. It wasn't just because he was more used to Korean, he wasn't exactly missing the language since he spoke it fairly frequently even in Thailand to his family and his patients, but more because it was a way for he and Rain to connect a little more deeply. He knew that to Rain he was just a meal ticket, but if tonight was any indication, they could become closer. They didn't have to remain client-and-escort forever.
Truly, Hanwool wasn't expecting Rain to actually say it, especially after he commented that Hanwool was feeling comfortable. He was, he would admit it, but so was Rain, so could the escort blame him? Hanwool wouldn't have been mad if Rain continued to call him Khun. But then, the escort surprised him - that was happening a lot tonight.
"But since I asked, I guess I have to do it... Right, Hyung?"
Hanwool let out a shuddering breath, his eyes darkening at the way Rain uttered his name. The man was an expert at working his client, that was for sure, and Hanwool was all the more thankful for it. He wondered what Rain would sound like moaning that repeatedly in his ear while Hanwool fucked him deeply.
"I'll call you 'hyung' if you want me to but only if it's just the two of us. In front of everyone, you're Khun Hanwool, understood?"
Hanwool's composure returned as he smiled at the escort, nodding his head once. "Perfectly fine with me." He said, once again amused by the confidence of the escort. Setting his own demands, even after a client request - Hanwool wondered if only Rain could get away with such things. In the drinks he shared with other patrons of The Playroom while he waited for his booking time, Rain was discussed as the only escort who posed such a challenge for his clients. There were even discussions of which person would eventually crack Rain's code, get him into the backroom and make him eat those words, repaying him back for all the swats on the arm. Hanwool hated that talk, and would glare at the other patrons while they laughed about it. But Hanwool knew that his Rain would never allow such a thing to happen to him. That fire, that spirit - it kept him alive in this life, especially in a place like this.
When Hanwool bought up the backroom, Rain asked him if that's what he had been thinking this entire time. He shook his head no, because there were other thoughts occupying his mind, though they did mostly centre around the escort beside him. Since when did the two of them get so close, by the way? Hanwool had inched closer when he had felt Rain's heart, but it appeared that the two remained in proximity. He could feel the warmth of Rain's body beside him, their shoulders almost touching.
Asking for a kiss on the cheek was bold, Hanwool knew, but he figured if Rain didn't want to do it, then he wouldn't. It had been proven to Hanwool time and time again that whenever Rain didn't want to engage in an activity, he made it clear.
So when instead, Rain's hand was gently placed on the side of Hanwool's face and the escort tongue his lips and leaned forward, Hanwool was so shocked he could hardly move.
Rain's plush and wet lips brushed up again Hanwool's own, the residual saliva cool on the doctor's skin where it dragged against his mouth and cheek.
"You moved." Rain whispered, though Hanwool had done no such thing. Did that mean...
Rain had wanted to kiss him?
It was a small hope, and Hanwool reached out to hold onto Rain's arm, gently, keeping him close. He leaned forward, dark eyes curiously peering into Rain's, trying to decipher the reason. He would not have kissed him just because Hanwool had asked - there had to be another explanation.
"Did you do that because you wanted to? Or because I asked?" Hanwool was curious as to the answer the escort would give him. "If you wanted to kiss me on the lips instead of the cheek, all you have to do is say so." Hanwool told him softly. "You're the escort and I'm the client, but we both know by now that you're not one to be controlled. And I like that about you." Hanwool admited. "If you want something from me... tell me, and I'll give it to you. Like you allowed me to feel your heart, I can give you something too. Do you want me to kiss you, Rain? Do you want me to touch you and make you feel good? Because I can. I can do it, but only if you want me to."
Hanwool's fingers released the hold they had on Rain's arm. He stroked the bare, smooth skin with the back of his hand, his touch lingering far more than he was probably allowed with Rain. But as usual, if Rain wanted to smack his hand away, he would. It wouldn't offend Hanwool or pain him at all - but it would hopefully tell him what Rain was okay with, similarly to the questions he had just asked the escort.
Hanwool felt lighter than he had in years the more he and Rain interacted. The way they were talking right now made it seem as if they had known each other for years, the conversation and flirtations flowing easily from both sides. Both. Whatever Hanwool said to Rain, the escort was responding in kind, showing the doctor pieces of his personality. Rain portrayed himself with confidence, not afraid to swat his clients' wandering hands whenever they got too close, and shut down all kinds of suggestive talk. He had done it to Hanwool too, many times,. so the doctor very rarely got to see this side of the man. Almost playful, light-hearted, challenging.
The smile that barely showed on Rain's lips was evidence enough for Hanwool that the escort was enjoying himself. Whether or not he was doing so as part of the job, Hanwool didn't care because it was different than normal. It was progress. So, Hanwool continued with his pick-up lines, his smile growing when he saw how Rain was unable to hide his own. The younger man even chuckled, the sound soft but light, pleasant on the ears, indulging the doctor's flirting.
"Are you gonna use more cheesy pick-up lines to get my heart racing? Because I'm gonna tell you now, Khun, they're not working."
Hanwool took a little sip of his drink after hearing that, his eyes shining playfully as he gazed longingly at the man beside him. Rain claimed they weren't working, but Hanwool was sure they had some effect on him - the teasing, the flirting back, the smiling, the light laughter... all of that was proof. Maybe Rain's heart mightn't be racing as the escort so claimed, but Hanwool was sure that at the very least it was beating faster than normal, from the excitement and the freshness of a new experience between them.
There was a change in the atmosphere between them, when Hanwool forwent his flirting to instead assure the other of his honesty. About how he wanted Rain to know he wouldn't hurt him, that he wanted to earn his trust. Rain's reaction reflected the shift from playful to seriousness, if only for a moment. Then, the escort spoke again.
"That's your purpose. To save people. I admire that. But you can't save everyone, Doc."
Hanwool was silent for a moment, before he let out a singular, rough laugh. "Ha!" He exclaimed, shaking his head and instantly reaching for the alcohol. "Can't save everyone. Isn't that the sad truth of this world..." He mused, talking mostly to himself than to Rain, before downing whatever was left in the glass in one full swoop, letting it burn his throat. The doctor knew from his profession that Rain was right. Medically speaking, there were many cases that could not be solved successfully, no matter how hard Hanwool tried. He found himself internally agreeing. No, Hanwool supposed. He couldn't save everyone. There were many people he had failed, including the one person who should have mattered to him most. He hadn't saved Yeong.
But he could save Rain, in his place.
Hanwool put his glass down, not quite yet done with the alcohol for the night but not asking Rain to pour him anymore. The escort had asked him something, sliding in closer to the booth beside him, so close that if Hanwool reached out he would be able to touch him again. Feel that firm chest, that held his beating heart beneath.
"You still have a lot of time. And you paid extra. Anything else you want me to do for you? Anything you want me to call you? I guess it's your lucky night tonight."
"Hmm..." Hanwool hummed, tapping his fingers on the table as he contemplated Rain's request. His teasing smile returned and he leaned in closer, eyes shining anew. "You can call me yours."
He was joking, on the outside. Rain didn't need to know how serious he was on the inside.
"I'm kidding," Hanwool assured the other, lest he get swatted for his cheesy and outdated pick up lines again. He was already testing that with how close he was sitting to the escort, and how the hand he had been resting on the table was slowly inching its way towards Rain. "But... I would rather you not call me Khun, anymore. Could you instead call me Hyung?" A change in honorific might help further establish how close Hanwool had become to Rain, during the course of the month he had been visiting The Playroom.
"If all else fails, we could just go to the backroom." Hanwool teased again. It wouldn't be an escort service date with Rain without Hanwool fooling around about the two of them using the private rooms in the back, despite both of them knowing that was never going to happen. "Or... a kiss on the cheek?" He said playfully, tapping his cheek. He wondered if Rain, in his relaxed state, would actually do it this time. If not... ah, well. A love slap was also welcome.
#warun001#asfjkllskdf i hope this was okay#i struggled for a teeny tiny bit but i think i got there in the end#but lemme know if you want me to change anything
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wade wilson body worship. can anyone hear me
#he makes one too many self deprecating jokes about the way he looks and Logan is like ‘alright enough of that’#drops everything and TAKES HIS TIME showing that silly little shit just how hot Logan thinks he is#of course Wade would just keep cracking jokes - trying to deflect#because Logan is being so gentle with him and looking at him Like That and holy fuck it’s making him feel way too much#and Logan is eventually like ‘hey. just shut the fuck up and pay attention’#bc he is notttt letting Wade go until he gets it through his thick skull that Logan genuinely finds him desirable#idk#i can’t stop thinking about it#i just think he deserves to be taken care of and told he’s a whole goddamn snack#because HE IS#poolverine#wade wilson#deadclaws
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okay, but where's my steddie AU where steve wants to learn to play guitar to impress a girl he's infatuated with and he remembers that munson kid was always hanging up posters for his weird band at school, so he hikes out to eddie's usual dealing spot behind the track and asks (with far less groveling than he really should have) if eddie will teach him how to play, and obviously eddie says no because why would he want to help king steve, but of course, steve offers to pay him, $20 a week, and well, that's the kind of get-the-hell-out-of-this-shithole-town cash eddie really can't afford to refuse, so fine, he'll teach steve to play and they'll spend inordinate amounts of time together tucked away in eddie's room and they'll start to see that they have more in common than they thought and that they kind of had each other all wrong, and eddie will put his hand over steve's to help him get the placement for a tricky chord and it totally won't awaken anything in either of them?? where is it??
edit: i started writing it
#steve x eddie#steddie#stranger things#someone tell me this has already been written because i need it. please.#bonus points if steve shows up to the first practice session empty-handed#and eddie nearly calls the whole thing off when he has the Audacity to grab at eddie's sweetheart as if eddie'd ever let him play her#and he doesn't even teach steve anything that day because rule number one get your own fucking guitar and keep your mitts off mine#but by the end when eddie is deep deep deep in love and it's time to send steve off to woo this lucky girl of his#he offers to let steve take his sweetheart because she's guaranteed to make him look ten times hotter and cooler#and he'll have no trouble sweeping his girl off her feet and maybe eddie's breaking his own heart but it's fine—as long as steve's happy#except steve doesn't seem nearly as happy as eddie thought he would be#he seems sad actually and eddie kind of hates that so he starts to make some lame joke about how steve should be honored#because eddie wouldn't lend his baby out to just anyone and that gets steve to crack half a smile#but then he puts the guitar down on eddie's bed (with all due gentle reverence) walks over takes eddie's face in his hands and kisses him#kisses him like he's been dying to do it for weeks. because he has#because somewhere along the line it stopped being about wanting to impress a girl and started being about wanting to be with eddie#it started being screwing up on purpose so that eddie would grab his hands and show him how it's supposed to be done#and forgetting about lessons entirely and just sitting around and listening to eddie talk or just watching him play#because somewhere along the line steve fell out of infatuation and into love with the last person he ever expected....#anyway idk where i'm going with this
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what kind of sauce are they putting in the link click audio drama. HELLO? THE LITERAL LAST SCENE OF THE LAST EPISODE?
程小时: 说起来,我们第一次见面,也是在篮球场吧。 陆光: 是啊。 程小时: 你我���无缘,全靠一颗球。 陆光: 我就不该答应你比那场。
cheng xiaoshi: speaking of which, the first time we met was also on a basketball court, wasn't it? lu guang: it was. cheng xiaoshi: (half-jokingly) you and i weren't meant to be [lit. "originally have no fate"?]. this is all because of one basketball. lu guang: i really shouldn't have agreed to play that match.
(the important bits are from google translate because i am bad at mandarin. also i did transcribe this off just the audio + i don't have access to captions or know where to find official transcripts. so i hope i got this right 🙏)
#am i crazy for being insane about this exchange am i crazy. i think i might be crazy#i cant read lu guangs tone on that last bit of dialogue hes too deadpan all of the time so i cant tell if hes joking. but like. HELLO??????#actually i will try regardless. im of the opinion that he in fact was not joking. his tone of voice feels softer than when hes sarcastic#+ the 2 full seconds of pause before. still hes so deadpan usually that cheng xiaoshi probably just takes it as a joke#seagull.mp3#link click spoilers#this show is mean#i will in fact maintag this. its important#link click#cxs#lg#idk i have an insane crack theory that maybe lu guang wasn't actually intending to befriend cheng xiaoshi in this timeline (jumping off of#duck's insane crack theory that maybe the only way to save cheng xiaoshi is if lu guang never meets him) but cheng xiaoshi surprised him by#1) inviting him to join the game 2) saying all that stuff about passing the ball = trust. and wouldnt it be beautiful to have that sort of#partnership for life. in the sense that if the only way for cheng xiaoshi to be saved is to never meet lu guang then cheng xiaoshi cannot b#saved. because he will choose lu guang and their partnership in every timeline.#my source for this is vibes. and the stuff haolin was saying (?) about cheng xiaoshi already feeling some sort of connection to lu guang#during their “first meeting” in this timeline.#anyway yeah. link clicker agents you should listen to the audio drama if you havent already its good !!#beyond the mandated once per episode “lu guang wtf are you up to” moment the individual stories r also really really nice#and the trio shenanigans :]
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Nightcat is real but you have to go to liminal spaces and do hallucinogenics to see them.
#rain world#rain world survivor#rain world nightcat#nightcat#survivor#rain world slugcats#Survivor and their cryptid buddy that breaks the fourth wall every two seconds because they live on the other side of that wall#Nightcat can’t talk but they would show survivor what glitches are and how to exploit them#i have so much lore between these two in my weird AU where nightcat exists and breaks the fourth wall to chase down Inv#it’s a joke/crack au but maybe I should give it a name and write something about it for funsies#drawing rain world into pictures
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and for my next trick i present... my Grand Tv People Freakout Extravaganza!!! *falls to the floor weeping violently*
#the owl house#toh raeda#raine whispers#eda clawthorne#i swear to god they're going to kill me. they're going to kill me. falls onfloor#you do everything you can to keep your beloved from finding out your secret thinking they will surely hate you but they end up leaving you#for doing just that#and then thirty years later they lie to you about being brainwashed and pretend not to recognize you#to keep you safe so they say#but you look into their eyes and all you see is that younger you staring back at you!!!#the one who loved them so much she forced the feathers and claws back down into her skin to keep them with her and didn't even succeed!#and you think: i thought we were past this. i thought you said i should have known better.#but when it comes down to it you both just want to keep the other safe more than anything. because maybe you still love each other#underneath the years of loneliness and bitterness. and maybe the thought of looking them in the eyes#and just saying 'i'm sorry. i was wrong. i miss you. i love you. can we try again?'#is too frightening for that prideful earnest loving yet cowardly and broken girl inside you.#and the thought of admitting you have made them change their mind is too painful for your beloved#who has resigned themself to always standing there and watching as you go and destroy yourself while cracking a joke.#anyway. heehoo funny owl show
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Hi Rayne! Just wishing BtB-verse Genma a Happy Birthday! (っ◔◡◔)っ ❤ How's he spending the day? lol
Hello there, luv! Aw. Well. *glances into a room in her BtB headspace* How's he spending it? Uh...apparently...
GENMA: Apparently, I'm hanging with Gai to remind myself it could always be worse.
KAKASHI: He means he's attending a funeral—for his Youth.
GAI: *gasp* What's this? Genma, my hotblooded genin-day compadre. Count not the flames on the candle, but the eternal flame that burns WITHIN!!
GENMA: *seriously considers sticking his senbon in a plug socket*
😅 *closes the door on them* Apologies sweet Birthday-wishing Anon. Clearly Genma has a HHU scene coming up with Gai (which Kakashi just decided to gatecrash). Dearly Harassed BtB-verse Genma appreciates the love. 🫶🏼💖
#can totally hear Anko cracking a joke about Genma sticking his senbon into a different electrical outlet#that electrical outlet would be Kakashi#and senbon is a metaphor#obviously#because ouch#sharp things in soft places#it's not that kind of show#sweet anon#Genma btb#btb insanity permeating my membrane
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(don't worry he doesn't actually believe that uzi's biromantic because she's from a country of biromantic people he's going along with the bit and making her think he does because he gets to be mean sometimes too. awesome biromania lore in the tags)
#the people in the portraits are famous bi people or bi icons#the bit escalated so far that uzi genuinely feels bad about it and n doesnt know that she hasnt figured out that he figured it out#dorothy is there because she was a queer icon aand#julias caesar is there because she googled famous bi people and he was there#i have no idea how that story survived humanity's extinction btw shoutout to archivists#but yeah they're the democratic leaders of biromania#and n and uzi develloped so much lore for this stupid joke that when uzi finally cracks N is like HA that was fun! wait why are you crying#(she didnt know that he knew and she was so worried about hurting his feelings by lying so much that she dug herself a bigger hole)#so um yeah. biromania!!!#murder drones n#n murder drones#uzi murder drones#murder drones uzi#murder drones#im really hesitant to engage w this fandom again but i still really like the show#i feel seen by it i think#so uhhh yeah! epic art enjoy#UPDATE I MISPELLED JULIUS#I DONT KNOW HOW I FUCKED UP THAT BAD I JUST WROTE IT BRUH
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