#daffodils are also my birth flower lol

[angronsjewelbeetle]

This was originally a piece of self-insert art but I thought this was cute. Post-Nails Angy being a goof. With FRECKLES.

[7ndipity]

I was just daydreaming and realized I've never had a bouquet or flowers from anyone, soo...

Could you do them picking flowers to their S.O?

Flowers For Their S/o

Ot7 x Reader

Summary: What types of flowers that the members would get for their S/o

Warnings: none

A/N: Thank you for sending this request! Tbh, I’ve never received flowers either(I’m pretty sure I’d burst into tears if I ever did, lol), so we can just daydream together💐 I hope this is okay!💜

Masterlist

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Jin: Jinnie loves getting you flowers, whether it’s for your 3 month anniversary or just a random Tuesday, he just loves how happy they make you! He usually goes for something classic like pink roses or tulips, tho, he definitely likes to splurge on bigger, more elaborate bouquets for special occasions.

Yoongi: Yoongi always gets you daisies, doesn’t matter what type of bouquet it is, there’s always some type of daisies peeking out the mix at you. If you ever ask why, he’ll admit it’s bc you mentioned them once on your first date, and now everytime he sees them, he thinks of you.

Hobi: Bc it’s Hobi, my brain immediately went to sunflowers, but I actually think he would get you smth like dahlias or peonies. Expect them every week for the foreseeable future tho, bc he plans to make up for any bouquets that you’ve missed out on in the past.

Namjoon: I could see Joon trying to be clever and getting you a potted plant instead so that it (hopefully)doesn’t die in a week like cut flowers do, but sometimes his sentimental side gets the best of him and he comes home w a bright mixed bouquet for you.

Jimin: Jimin I think would make a point to find out what your favorite flower is, and then makes sure to always include them in every single bouquet he gets you. I also think he would like simple bouquets of things like carnations, bc they’re so bright and friendly looking.

Taehyung: Tae’s a classic romantic, so he tends to bring you red roses a lot. He’s also a fan of big gestures tho, so don’t be surprised when he sends like 20 bunches of smth bright like daffodils or chrysanthemums to your place whenever you’re sad or he’s traveling.

Jungkook: I think Jk would typically get you different flowers every single time, bc he can never make up his mind and he just likes surprising you, but I think he would especially like getting you a mix of lilies(his birth flower) and whatever your birth flower is.

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[ilcantodelsoleil]

i'm not one to focus too much on arbitrary things about characters like astrological signs but my guilty pleasure is floriography so let's talk (long ass post) about the subtle artistry of jjk's symbolism in terms of satosugu birth flowers, because even though it's 99% unintentional i'm insane and gege would be a genius for this. i included both western and japanese birth flowers because they can differ in both the actual flower and meaning. im serious btw click the break to read the ramblings of an insane man.

first, gojo satoru (dec 7th): holly, narcissus and kalanchoe. holly has meanings in japanese floriography like "用心深さ" (watchful, vigilant) and "保護" (protection) which i've always associated with the ability of the six eyes and gojo's strength, whereas in western culture holly is generally associated with joy and merriment e.g. holiday festivity.

narcissus can mean hope, wealth, "the only one" and good fortune– relating to gojo's birthright as the strongest given to him by the blessings (curses) of the six eyes and limitless. being a greek myth nerd, i also couldn't possibly go without explaining the narcissus (daffodil)'s creation myth, which parallels neatly with satosugu's falling out. narcissus was a man so impossibly handsome that he fell in love with his own image reflected in a river's surface, and in spite of a beautiful nymph's love for him, even she wasn't enough to draw him away from his own self-absorption until it was too late. he dies by the riverbank and is turned into the flower; gojo similarly did not question geto until it was too late, chasing his own strength, because after all, he is gojo satoru because he is strong above all else.

but my favourite is probably kalanchoe– generally used in celebratory bouquets for events such as weddings due to their enduring nature, they have the connotation of persistent, eternal love in the west and similarly "おおらかな愛" (bighearted/generous love; 愛 [ai] can also mean attachment, craving, desire) and たくさんの小さな思い出 (lots of little memories) in jp. that significance is self-explanatory.

next, geto suguru (feb 3rd): in the west, his birth flowers are primrose (devotion, youthfulness, affection, first love), violet (modesty, humility, young love, virtue) and iris (faith, hope and wisdom, spiritual awareness/passion). i feel like the majority of these i don't have to explain but first love and young love and youthfulness and fucking devotion is making me feel sick to my stomach ☺️. all of these flowers encapsulate both his own character as in wisdom and stsg's relationship so well it seems purposeful, but even gege would be an insane man to imply them THIS much lol.

anyways, in jp: camellia– depending on the colour, but particularly red and pink– meaning "控えめなすばらしさ" (modest excellence), "気取らない優美さ" (unpretentious grace), "謙虚な美徳" (humble virtue), "控えめな愛" (modest love) and overall "慎み深い" (modesty). the tragedy of geto's character is him going from the humble moral compass encouraging gojo to use formalities and always act within reason to the antithesis of his past self. also an honourable mention to setsubunsou, which means elegance and brilliance.

while all of these are likely coincidental connections, i can't help but marvel at how unintentionally poetic each and every aspect of their characters seems to be so meticulously designed– it's even more beautiful if the symbolism was unintentional, because it just reinforces how intrinsically linked they are, even by something as pseudoscientific as floriography. thank you for listening to my ted talk, goodnight.

[my-own-walker]

im so sorry it wouldn't let me answer you abt the tate langdon ask, pre death please and thank u

I Can't Handle Change

note: it's been so long since i wrote anything tate. this should be fun!!

summary: pre-death tate gets comfort from the reader after a fight with his mom 🥺

warnings: sad angsty tate, kissing lol,

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Little things wore Tate down over time.

He once told me that he spent a whole afternoon picking fresh lilacs and daffodils out of his mother's garden, arranging them into the prettiest bouquet for her. He was 11. If you truly let that sink in, it's astounding that an 11-year-old boy was sweet enough to do that for his mom. Her response to the gesture was to shout at him about ruining all the hard work she'd put into the gardening.

She threw the handmade bunch into the trash right in front of him. Held his head straight to make him watch and all. The pretty purple and yellow petals crashed down into the can with a thunk.

Their relationship didn't change. Especially when Larry came into their lives. Constance was an interesting woman. She was in no way fit to mother the children she birthed. Her narcissistic tendencies drew her to do things to the children that made them resent her. It seemed she resented them right back.

Tate and Constance were constantly at war with each other over the whole Larry thing. He didn't know what he wanted, but it for sure wasn't a new dad. Nothing could truly fill the void inside of him. If anything, his mother and Larry were working in tandem to dig even more out of his soul, shoveling heaps of it out of him and discarding it right before his eyes. Just like Constance did with the flowers.

When I came along things changed for Tate. We met in school. I'd spend afternoons at his place. Somewhere along the way we started dating. He possessed this all-encompassing love within him. Since he was a child, its tendrils reached out, longing for someone to latch onto to disseminate the intense feeling. He was a lover, but also the child of someone with no room for real love in her life.

I embraced his need for connection. His intensity. Tate was emotional and strong-willed. The love he gave me was the warm embrace that you crave on winter's coldest nights. It was slippery quicksand, pulling me in with no regard for my control.

She hated me, Constance. She didn't like my presence. My effect on her 'beautiful boy.' It was a game of cat and mouse. She didn't want his love, but she wanted him to keep trying. The thrill of rejecting him intoxicated her. When I came into Tate's life, he stopped trying to connect with her. He finally found someone that would accept him.

On a rainy day in November, Constance and Tate went at it again. She expressed her intent to keep Larry in his life.

'He's your new father and you have to DEAL with it!' she screamed.

Larry watched from the corner as she slapped Tate across his face. The coward didn't even say a word. No mother should be hitting her son. Instead, Larry wore a smirk so devilish he could be a minion of Satan, for all anyone knew.

Tate didn't even say a word. He stormed out of the door and straight in the direction of my house. I lived two miles away. He trudged all that way in the pouring rain. When he arrived at my doorstep, he was soaked right through to the skin, shivering from the cold. He broke down on my front porch. Body-wracking sobs left his lips as he crouched down into a ball. I pulled him up by his armpits and guided him inside.

When we got to my room, I immediately stripped him of all his wet clothes and gave him some of the stuff I had stolen from his room. A sweater, some loose-fitting jeans, and a cardigan. I wrapped him in the layers, shushing him as he cried through the process. He collapsed into a heap on top of my duvet cover, face in his hands. Still shivering, he let out another heart-wrenching sob.

I hurried over to the bed and wrapped him in my embrace. His head rested on my chest and his body rested in between my legs. I sat up against the headboard, running my fingers through his hair, letting him cry it out. After some time, his cries became softer.

'Nothing I do is ever good enough,' Tate sniffed.

'You know that's not true,' I tutted. 'You are good enough.'

'No,' he whined, 'With her. In her eyes.' I knew he meant his mother. I didn't even have to ask.

'What happened, love?' I asked softly.

'It's just that ugly motherfucker again,' he sighed. 'She keeps saying he's my dad. She wants me to call him dad.' I stared off for a second not sure what to say. I kissed the top of his head.

'You shouldn't have to call him that,' I decided. He sobbed loudly again.

'She hit me, Y/N.'

I gasped and grabbed his head, turning it to make him look at me. And there it was, clear as day. A welt forming over his eye. I couldn't believe I didn't notice it earlier.

'I ignore him now. I don't insult him. I stay away. But now she wants me to call him dad,' he cried. 'Nothing I do is ever good enough. She knows I can't handle change.'

'Oh, baby. I am so sorry,' I whispered. Looking into his glassy eyes, I saw a brokenness I had never seen before. She went too far, as she always did. I kissed the tip of his nose. 'I'm sure that feels great, huh?' I half-laughed, sardonically, running my thumb gently over his swollen face.

His hand reached up and wiped my cheek. I didn't even realize I had started crying, too. I loved him so much and hated to see him hurting.

'Please, don't worry about me,' I said softly. 'I just cry when you cry. I'm a big dork.'

'I love you so much, Y/N,' he rasped.

'I love you more,' I replied. He sat up more so his face was level with mine. Leaning in, he kissed me delicately. He always kissed me so tenderly, his soft lips caressing mine so beautifully. Tate truly meant his kisses. They had intentions behind them. It was his way of saying 'thank you,' or 'I love you.' None of his kisses were meaningless.

The tenderness dissolved into a passion. We had this insatiable need to be closer to one another. We stayed like this for what felt like forever. Kissing in our mutual bliss. His ever-present need to give love and be loved in return was being fulfilled.

And with that, the broken parts of him began to heal again.

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Quickie but a goodie! Thank you for this request. I like writing Tate. He's a moody lil boy.

[vacantgodling]

Hey! Heard it's Hya's birthday month. Wanna answer some for Hya?

✨- How did you come up with the OC’s name?

🧠 - What do you like most about the OC?

it is!!! birthday boyyyy <3 thank you so much for asking!

✨- How did you come up with the OC’s name?

all of the nobility in paramour actually have plant-based names. my thought process as i was digging deeper into the worldbuilding of paramour (and the country of galere in general) is that, because galere is a heavily steampunk inspired society, that i should add elements of nature via the naming conventions of the people. however, these plant names only extend to those of noble birth (which makes hya's name interesting as he's a bastard; its something that i would get into the weeds about more in any au where hya has further connection to the slums, but in canon, clematis gunn-his shit father-was the one who named him, as he used the promise of fully adopting hya and treating him well and accepting him as a 'legitimate son' as a bargining chip for hya's mother to continue seeing him until she said 'fuck all that noise' and dipped). i should mention as well that these are the scientific names of plants, to give their names a bit more of an interesting edge. its more interesting, imo, to name a character something like 'helianthus' instead of 'sunflower' y'know? (which is the actual name of lavendula's husband btw lmao). i also kind of take whatever part of the scientific name that sounds best as a name, but ik what i'm referring to lmao.

more specifically, i chose the specific plant names for hya and his siblings and their immediate family based on the language of flowers, and relating them to their character. to break it down, i'll give you the general gist of all the main cast that i really thought about lol:

hyacinthus -> hyacinths (obviously) -> one of the reasons i have him wear and allude to gold so often is that i want to draw back to yellow hyacinths specifically with his character. the meaning of yellow hyacinths is jealousy.

tagetes -> marigolds -> grief & jealousy lol

iberis -> candytufts -> indifference

narcissus -> daffodil -> unequalled love; but i did partly name her for the myth surrounding narcissus in general, because much of her story is actually centered around learning to love herself in a healthy way

lavendula -> lavender -> distrust

aloe -> surprisingly, actually the scientific name for aloe as well lmao -> affection, but also grief

helianthus -> sunflowers however i had helianthus as a character be a tall, imposinf figure because tall sunflowers -> mean haughtiness

belladonna -> belledonnas; i basically used the same name like aloe but for her i changed the spelling so it flowed better -> obvs nightshades, but also it means silence.

not everyone is named with THAT much thought, but i did specifically want all the gunn siblings to have names that really related to their arcs and their personalities lmao.

🧠 - What do you like most about the OC?

if i'm not allowed to say everything (which, literally everything hya is built to be a man i lose my shit about), then i think honestly it's his unwavering, stubborn obtuseness, and the fact that it still somehow gets people to care about him. in many ways, hya is the "self" that i feel on the inside, and a lot of the bad habits and whims that i perhaps wish i could act on (some days), but i think i love the fact that he can be unashamedly unapologetic about being himself, not acknowledge his feelings and yet people still fight for him and his affections. yes, amon does--but so does aloe, so does lavendula who admires him, so does tagetes in their weird sort of way, etc etc. he is a man who is unmoved and shapes the world around him, but he doesn't have to change himself, even in his worst of habits, to gain love and respect. i wish i could be like that in a number of ways. so, i guess what i like the most about him is wish fulfilment? indulgence? something like that

[beelsjockstrap]

Nicknames With The Obey Me Brothers’ Part 2

Younger Brothers Edition!

Satan, Asmo, Beel, Belphie

A/N: You don’t have to agree, again these are just my head-cannons. Just know you’re wrong though

Also not proofread (;￣ー￣川

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Satan <3

Satan to MC

Little Flower  (Okay I kinda need to explain this one)

I have a HC with my MC and Satan, that when he's talking about his birth a little bit after that my MC sends him a message through flowers (I'm a florist lol) It had Begonias (meaning intelligence, since he’s smart) Blue Iris (meaning wisdom, from all that information from reading) Daffodils & Lilies (meaning rebirth & new beginnings representing his birth and how it was a new beginning and that's why he’s here. He doesn't have to hold onto how he came into the world just that he and his brothers started a new life in Devildom after the fall.) and Purple Lotus (meaning knowledge since that's his driving force in life to find meaning) And since he reads so many books I bet he's learned some floriography, therefore he knew the meaning behind the flowers. So because of that he calls MC his little flower! :)

Sweet Siren (Okay I kinda need to explain this one)

Okay so again since he reads a lot I figured he'd be familiar with folklore and mythology right? And so he would be using this to refer to how MC was “luring” and “enchanting” him to fall in love with them. Though he does end up entranced with MC despite knowing they'll be the death of him. (like the sirens) (+ in some cultures they are also associated with having hidden knowledge! Gosh I just feel like this fits perfectly! :D)

Pet

Kitty/Kitten (You saw nothing)

Little Minx (Flirty/teasing)

MC to Satan

Sadie (Teasing)

My Beloved 

Tiger (Hey he gets to call me kitten!) 

Detective (Teasing)

Casanova/Romeo (Okay maybe I like teasing Satan a little too much)

Asmo <3

Asmo to MC

My Goddess 

Darling 

Dearest/MC dear (Like mine would be Ella dear)

Bombshell (Teasing/Lowkey kinda serious) 

Cupcake 

MC to Asmo

Darling

Drama Queen (Teasing)

Momo (Teasing)

Cutie 

Heart Throb

Beel <3

Beel to MC

Princess

Little One 

Dumpling (Based on his surprise guest dialogue) 

Pumpkin

Little Lamb (Hehe since we're a sheep? :p)

MC to Beel

Bub(s)/Bubba(s)

My Heart

Big Boy (For more reasons than one ;)

Sugar/Honey

Love bug (Since he's a fly? God I'm a genius) 

Big Teddy Bear (Teasing)

Belphie <3

Belphie to MC

My Dream Girl 

Sunshine 

Bright Eyes

Dork 

MC to Belphie

Snuggle Bear

Starlight

Moo moo (Teasing)

My Sleepy Boy

[thelostrainbowthenovel]

Tattoo Refs: The Erdennian Characters

Last month I was working on ideas for my characters' updated tattoos, since some of them were in a big need for updates lol. Starting with the Erdennian characters, both because of Erdennia's big tattoo culture but also because the original post was from over 3 years ago, so a lot has changed since then. I also added in Idalia and Ren(whose tattoo was first shared here), since they are half-Erdennian too. A lot of the new ideas are kind of vague in their designs since I still need to figure those out, so they are mostly location ideas but I also expanded upon the ones from the original post a little bit too. But yeah, I hope you enjoy!

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- The Royal Family

. Demeter: Has her family's traditional ruling tattoos across her chest and collarbones, with her motif being suns, and another sun tattoo between her shoulder-blades. She has a small and simple lotus design by her left ear, and a small and simple daffodil by her right ear, these being her mothers' favorite flowers. A small one on her right ankle, of her husband and children's names in the shape of the infinity symbol. A piece of orchid and camellia flowers on her left thigh(the flowers that her mothers' names mean), and her husband's + children's favorite flowers on her right thigh.

. Enki: The same as before, has a giant back piece of a tree(a connection to his magic and dryad status) that has the names of his wife + children and parents + siblings on the branches. He would now have either one or two forearm half-sleeves in addition, but I don't know what of yet.

. Gaia: Has her family's traditional ruling tattoos across her chest and collarbones, with her motif being hearts. She also has a rose between her shoulder-blades(being dedicated to Rosia), one on her left lower-leg of her and her family's birth flowers, and symmetrical ones of vines starting from her hips and curling around her mid-thighs. In the future she would get something on her right lower-leg dedicated to her other friends(incorporating something that reminds her of each one), water lilies on her left forearm for Ren, and aster flowers + a forest tree on her right forearm for her future children.

. Avani: Still has a year before she can get one, but her first would be a daisy on the back of her neck. She would also eventually get her other favorite flowers scattered across her body(with a possible half-sleeve, thigh piece, and/or lower-leg sleeve), and once she is older in her 20's, she would also get something dedicated to Vernon, her closest friend in life.

. Beaumont: Still too young to get one as he is only a child, nor does he have any ideas, but he does find the concept of them cool enough.

- The Other Characters

. Rosia: Has full-color roses going down the entire length of her back/spine. Also has a hip/thigh one, this one also being of roses(but in a different style) as she is a little extra in that department. In the future she would also get a big tattoo dedicated to her spouse and future children, this either being on her arm or leg(of their favorite flowers).

. Carmelo: Has full-color tattoos ranging across his back of many different plants and flowers, with the main focus being of roses. Would also get tattoos dedicated to both the family he grew up in and the one he wants to start with his wife, these possibly being full sleeves(one of herbs and plants for his kids).

. Vernon: Like Avani, he doesn't have any currently as he still has to wait a couple of years before he could get one. Not super focused on getting one, but he would get a piece of wheat on his forearm as a nod to farming(coming from a farmer family), and when he is in his 20's, he would get something dedicated to Avani.

- The Half-Erdennian Characters

. Idalia: Doesn't get any till she is in her 30's, since she never lived in Erdennia and didn't learn about the culture till she met and got to know Gaia more. Once she does she would get quite a few, these including full sleeves that spill out onto her shoulders/back, a half-back piece, and a giant hip/thigh piece. These are mostly witch-related, but a few would be in honor of her late caretaker that took her in after her parents died.

. Ren: Currently has one, of water lilies blossoming down his back. Chose them as a silent nod to his chosen name(since he was not out about being trans yet at his ceremony), and had them ‘blossom’ as a symbol of his hope to blossom and grow from his life at the time. Does not get any more for a super long time for many different reasons, but after he meets and eventually marries Gaia in the future he would get vines along his arm, as a dedication and 'thank you' to her. He would also get something dedicated to his future children too, as he always had a secret soft spot for children.

[ennaku-sirri-da]

I’m as busy as a spider spinning daydreams,

I’m as giddy as a baby on a swing.

I haven’t seen a crocus or a rosebud

Or a robin on the wing,

But I feel so gay—in a melancholy way—

That it might as well be spring…

It might as well be spring.

[ ID: Traditional art that has been colored and edited digitally, featuring Kamal Bora and Dr.Habit from Smile For Me the game.

In the artists interpretation Kamal as a kid is much shorter than Habit. He has short straight hair. He wears a oversized dark purple sweater. Then he has a frilly red skirt which sparkles. Ending with light blue socks and pink crocs. Blue-magneta headphones are worn.

Here Habit is a really tall kid. He has a muppet-like appearance with yellow-greenish fur, very long rose-pink curly hair, pink blushing cheek patches with three freckles, ears stuffed with cotton fluff , deep red nails. His eyes are orange, circled below by red ruffles and have some pale purple eyeshadow. He wears a teal buttoned shirt with wavy darker pants that have yet darker stripes on them. Basically it's Kamal’s outfit from the game. His feet are bare.

We are viewing them from above. Kamal is braiding lillies of various colors and shapes- multicolored, freckled, painted- into Habit's huge hair, now he's at the end of it. He sits with folded legs. Besides Habit's ear lies a Tooth Lily. Habit lays his head back, supported by hands on the ground, and looks at the viewer with a devilish smile-a glint in his eye, one blue snaggletooth showing. His feet are thrown about casually. Between them lies a half-open book titled 'Science Of Constipation' in loud colors and fonts. It shows a page titled 'Importance of taking a dump by Bob Smith' that has been absolutely vandalized by Habit. Bob Smith's photo now sports a hat, devil horns and a mustache. ' Preface' has been struck out and replaced with 'Peeface'. Skull, flowers, star, eyes, and a silly emote with its tongue out have been doodled with a red sketch which lies nearby.

Nature surrounds them. Most of it is springtime flowers that can be found in Boston, USA. Daffodils, crocuses, peonies, roses, azaleas, pansies, tulips, black-eyed susans, trailing arbutus. Among this lush greenery- snails, ladybugs can be seen underneath while dragonflies, butterflies, bees fly above. Some young black sheep graze. One looks ahead, with a white heart-marking on its head. Beside Habit's left leg is a large light orange-brown rabbit, curled up and sleeping. Somewhere among the flowers are two small white red-eyed rabbits nuzzling.

To the far right swaying bushes of cattail grow. Beside them is a clear stream running, host to a male and female mallard duck leading their ducklings, bladderworts, white waterlilies with their pads. Among these waterlilies, a brown frog and tadpoles in various stages of life can be spotted. One duckling catches a tadpole in its beak. To the very front are Habit and Kamal's paper boats engaged in a race-- Kamal appears to be winning. One is pink and crumply, heavily decorated, a submerged tag attached to it reads ' B.H'. The other is neat and streamlined with a little teal flagpole announcing it as 'KB'.

The first version of the drawing is overlaid with a very warm orange filter, the second is unedited. End ID]

Talk below the cut!

PLEASE LOOK AT THIS I WORKED ON IT FOR MONTHS NO JOKE THIS IS MY CHILD WHOM I WAS PREGNANT WITH AND NOW I HAVE PAINSTAKINGLY BIRTHED AND CLEANED HIM FOR ALL OF TUMBLR TO SEE

[ Plain text: Please look at this I worked on it for months no joke this is my child whom I was pregnant with and now I have painstakingly birthed and cleaned him for all of tumblr to see]

🥸[ Glasses-and-moustache silly disguise emoji ]

aNYWAY this is part of a series of drawings where Habit and Kamal are just playing as kids really LOL

I listened to Vashti Bunyan's 'Just Another Diamond Day' album a LOT while coloring and drawing this HAHA also some vintage springtime songs! They were so lovely!!!

This also taught me a lesson to plan out my drawings more I guess but also WITNESS THIS BEAUTIFUL CHAOS AND MAY YOUR HEART BE OPENED TO ALL THE JOYOUS POSSIBILITIES MY FRIEND

[ Plain text: Witness this beautiful chaos and may your heart be opened to all the joyous possibilities my friend]

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A stranger would not have noticed the change, but Molly could see that the withered earth was brightening with a greenness as shy as smoke. Squat, snaggly trees that had never yet bloomed were putting forth flowers in the wary way an army sends out scouts; long-dry streams were beginning to rustle in their beds, and small creatures were calling to one another. Smells slipped by in ribbons: pale grass and black mud, honey and walnuts, mint and hay and rotting applewood; and even the afternoon sunlight had a tender, sneezy scent that Molly would have known anywhere. She rode beside Schmendrick, watching the gentle advent of the spring and thinking of how it had come to her, late but lasting.

"Unicorns have passed here," she whispered to the magician. "Is that the cause, or is it Haggard's fall and the Red Bull's going? What is it, what is happening?"

"Everything," he answered her, "everything, all at once. It is not one springtime, but fifty; and not one or two great terrors flown away, but a thousand small shadows lifted from the land.

Wait and see."

-- From The Last Unicorn by Peter Beagle

:-) [ smile emote ]

[anotherversionofme-iwasinit]

blurb about growth, tattoos, and maturity

i almost feel like now, at aged 23, is when im finally figuring out who i am? or maybe less that i'm figuring out who i am and more i'm finally not scared to try new things.

i got my very first tattoo a couple days ago, after a couple years of planning what i want and gushing over it way too much. i finally decided, over margs with two of my friends, that i was going to do a walk in and just go for it.

it was weird, i was nervous but it was almost like having those two friends there pushed me to not back out. because i could feel the backing out desire in my chest, but i didn't. and now i have a sick ass tatty! not really, it's a daffodil, but i love it.

the daffodil is the birth flower of march, which is of course my birth month. it also symbolizes rebirth and growth, so that's my reasoning for wanting the tattoo. it's a pretty line work tattoo, and i will see if i can find a good photo to attach.

as soon as i got the tattoo, i felt so cool and immediately started brainstorming the next one. i knew this would happen, too... i kept telling everyone that i needed to just pull the trigger and get the dang tattoo and then i would want more.

i think it's the permanence that's scary. what if something goes wrong, what if i regret it later... all valid concerns but if it meant something valuable to me at one point in my life, then i think i'd like to carry that with me. you only live once, so why not get a tattoo, or several!

i'm also considering dying my hair, my whole head, which i've never done. i got highlights once and they looked fine, but they were expensive and just didn't look too different. i would love to have ginger red-ish hair, but idk if it would look good on me or not. i also think that i don't really care if it looks good on me lol.

i feel like lots of people had their experimental stage earlier than 23, but i kind of feel like i'm having it now. i've always been extremely mature for my age, and i don't say that to brag. i just know it's true, and i am proud of it.

i never did anything that would get me in trouble or that scared me. i think it was mainly anxiety. now that im 23 and recently started a new medicine that makes me feel sooo much better, i think perhaps i'm having that experimental stage. i'm not sure, but i sure am enjoying learning things about myself.

xx

[minghaoyoudoin]

Deal - Part II

pairing: mafia boss!hyunjin x mafia boss!fem!reader

genre: angst, smut (minors, SCRAM!!), mafia au, enemies to lovers

words: 6k

warnings: dom!hyunjin, sub!reader, mentions of seasickness, mentions of alcohol, one of the characters is a misogynistic asshole, mentions of violence and hypothetical violence, hyunjin is a bit possessive hehe, jealousy, tension, making out, light marking, orgasm denial, rough sex (sorta?), body worship (also sorta), fingering, oral sex (f. receiving), begging, use of the color system, unprotected sex (🤨), multiple positions, a teaspoon of degradation, cuddling, cockwarming if you stare at it with your eyes crossed, some tense fluff at the end, and I'm sure I missed a few but oh well lol

a/n: BACK AT IT AGAIN Y'ALL!! please be aware that this is part TWO, I highly recommend reading part one first. thank you so much for your kind responses to the first part, I am endlessly thankful and, most importantly, am a simp for hyunjin (!!!) there are mature themes dealt with in this fic, readers please beware!

- also featuring jihyo of twice, everyone say hi jihyo!

- read part one here

- read part three here

You started the game. Hyunjin intends to finish it.

It was a general rule among people in your line of work that you didn’t send gifts unless you had an ulterior motive. A bribe, a threat, or an encoded message—sometimes a mix of the three. Those were the categories your late father had forced you to memorize in your youth.

The painting propped in front of you was no different.

It had been delivered three hours ago in an unmarked package. Now, it was in the center of your grand foyer, propped against a sculpture on the center table.

“What does it mean?” Jihyo asked from your left.

You examined the painted bouquet with a forced neutral expression, your head lightly inclined towards one shoulder, and you crossed your arms over your chest.

“The flower on the bottom left is my birth flower. Next to it, a red poppy for blood spilled in war.” You swallowed thickly and continued to the one on its other side, “That one is a daffodil, it’s… his birth flower. And the one on the right is a red dahlia for betrayal.”

Jihyo shuddered, obviously unnerved by the painting. “What’s the big one in the middle?”

You inhaled deeply, staring at the one you hadn’t explained. It was bigger than the previous four, positioned above the others in the center of the bouquet.

“I have no clue. Looks like jasmine, but I don’t know what it means. Maybe he ran out of ideas.” You rolled your shoulders as you spoke, attempting to dissolve some of the tension there. Jihyo glanced at you with a strange expression on her face, but mercifully said nothing. That was partly why she was still employed for you after all these years—she knew when to stop asking questions.

You changed the subject, attempting to force your voice into its usual cool command. “Is my dress ready?”

Jihyo nodded. “It’s upstairs. The gown is beautiful, you’ll look stunning.”

You hoped so. You needed every weapon in your arsenal at its best tonight, and your beauty was one of them.

Unfortunately, insufferable old men were more willing to empty their pockets if your tits looked great.

Jihyo’s phone rang. She offered you a quick, apologetic smile and strode further into the house, her heels clicking on the marble tile. Aside from being your friend, you were grateful for her as an employee. She handled much of the business since you’d assumed control of the Family, allowing you to focus on the part you liked. The dirtier bits.

You gazed at the jasmine painted above the four smaller flowers. It had been crafted with far more care than the others, more detail. You could almost picture Hyunjin in your mind’s eye, painting this for you in the late hours of the night.

You had lied to Jihyo. You knew exactly what the jasmine symbolized, but to voice it aloud would have been an unnecessary risk.

Passion. Sex. Desire.

Leave it to Hyunjin to spill the beans about your… altercation two weeks ago while simultaneously declaring war.

You supposed it was understandable. After all, you had stolen one hundred million dollars’ worth of forged documents from his bedroom after fucking him senseless.

You hadn’t seen him since. Hadn’t even heard anything about him until this painting was delivered. Though it was unsigned and delivered without the official seal of his Family, it wasn’t hard to deduce the artwork’s origin.

Unable to stomach looking at the thing anymore, you placed it face-down on the table and stepped away. There were more important things to worry about tonight than Hwang Hyunjin’s hurt feelings.

The gift certainly sent the message he’d intended it to. To normal people, it would probably just look like a tasteful rendition of a bouquet; to those in this business, it was an obvious threat from one rival to another. But to you, one of the few people in this world who knew Hyunjin behind the mask, it was more.

You and Hyunjin had always preferred the language of flowers. And after two weeks of silence, the flowers were speaking.

See you soon.

“If you vomit, I’m going to push you overboard.”

You shot a dubious glare in Jihyo’s direction, your forearms braced on the metal railing. It was a mistake—the second you looked away from the small green light you’d been using as a stationary object across the bay, a wave of nausea rose in your stomach.

“You do that—” you cut yourself off, momentarily closing your eyes while you mastered your need to hurl. After a moment, you began again, “If you do that, I’m seriously gonna—” Your sentence was interrupted by a hiccup.

Okay, maybe talking wasn’t your best option right now.

Jihyo giggled. “Now would you let me put a seasickness patch on you? I said you would need one before we even got on this yacht, but nooo—”

“What’s that boat?” You abruptly asked. Jihyo followed your line of sight to the small yacht that was pulling up alongside the one you stood on. It was probably a quarter of the size, meant for speed rather than luxury entertainment.

“I heard someone talking about selling their share of the papers after they bought them from us.” Jihyo peered at the smaller boat as it drifted closer to the boarding deck. “Probably the buyer.”

Your eyes narrowed. “Figure out who it is. I don’t want to be surprised.”

Jihyo nodded wordlessly and gestured for one of your guards to do as you’d asked. They stepped away, phone pressed to their ear.

When another hiccup nearly brought your outrageously expensive dinner with it, you hastily beckoned for Jihyo to put the damn seasickness patch on you. Thankfully, she did so without commentary.

You touched the small patch behind your ear, more than a little skeptical. You had no idea how this thing was supposed to work, but you didn’t feel like biting the hand that fed you. Anything that would help you get through the next twelve hours on this godforsaken boat was good enough for you.

“Do you think it’s late enough for me to hide in my suite without raising suspicions?” You asked, not bothering to hide the edge of desperation in your voice.

Jihyo offered a pitying smile. No, then.

“Ugh, why?” You let your forehead fall against the metal railing, appreciating its cool temperature. “We already sold the papers, we’re a hundred million dollars richer—what more do they want from me?”

You were already upset enough that you had to spend the night on this yacht. The buyers you’d found for the tax documents were a reclusive CEO of some tech company and his board of trustees, whose one condition for setting up the deal had been that it be on their turf. In your impatience to sell, you’d hastily agreed.

Now you were seasick on a boat at one in the morning while the exclusive party went on inside.

“I think Mr. Chae wants to sleep with you. He was looking for you after dinner.”

You laughed humorlessly. “That’s great. How disappointingly stereotypical of him.”

Jihyo knew without you explicitly saying. You would not have sex with the man in his fifties tonight. Not only was the age difference not your thing, but he wasn’t—

Nope.

You halted your thoughts with an iron grip. You would not go down that road tonight.

You straightened, smoothing your silk gown onto your sides. Your friend had been right—it looked beautiful. The smooth fabric was a shimmering gold, excess silk pooling at your breasts but skintight around your waist and hips. The skirt swished around your legs as you stepped back from the railing and sighed.

“I won’t entertain these bastards. We got what we came for.” Jihyo nodded tightly as you spoke. You were certain that the energy indoors was as uncomfortable for her as it was for you. “We’ll make small talk as we walk, but I intend to be in bed in the next ten minutes.”

You strode to the glass doors with your chin held high, piecing back together your aura of casual dominance. It helped that the five trained bodyguards you’d brought with you tonight immediately fanned into a diamond formation around you as you walked.

People in various levels of finery milled around inside, chatting amongst themselves. You offered fake gentle smiles to anyone who dared make eye-contact with you. That was your favorite game to play—let them guess why the young, pretty girl was called the Viper Queen.

“There you are!”

You stopped in your tracks and mentally groaned at the booming voice that spoke from behind you. You took a moment to stitch a friendly smile onto your face before you turned.

“Mr. Chae, how are you?” You greeted pleasantly.

The man approached with the grace of an elephant, very obviously drunk. A sheen of sweat sparkled on his forehead, the gray in his hair yellowed by the artificial light. Your guards looked at you when the man shoved between them and you made a hand signal against your hip. Allow it but be ready.

“I was wondering where you went, little bird.” His eyes shone with intent and you fought the urge to vomit again, though not from seasickness. “You had me thinking you just came here for my money.”

“Perhaps I did.”

Though you meant what you said, Mr. Chae laughed. If you wouldn’t have been immediately shot for it, you would have kicked him in the shin.

“Are you enjoying my boat?”

A wave rocked the floor beneath you and your stomach twisted. “It’s lovely. How’s your wife?”

His expression sobered a bit at your pointed mention of the wife he’d conveniently forgotten about. He spoke, but his response was lost on you when Jihyo suddenly gripped your elbow.

You glanced at her, then did a double-take at the alarm on her face.

“What is it?” You whispered.

“I found out who was on the other boat, it’s—”

Your eyes lifted over her shoulder and the entire world fell from beneath your feet.

Shit.

Hyunjin’s hair was slicked back, the blond wonderfully offsetting his black ensemble as he stepped into the main room. He was so tall that he had to stoop to get through the doorframe, and under different circumstances you might have laughed at the tell-tale annoyance that bracketed his mouth. The blood drained from your face at the seven other bodies that followed his. He’d brought his entire Family.

Hyunjin’s dark eyes immediately found yours.

He smiled.

You couldn’t convince your feet to move as Hyunjin crossed the room with predatory grace, the throng of people parting to let him pass. The others followed close on his heels and you fought the desire to look at your old friends’ faces.

Your guards immediately lined up shoulder to shoulder, a human shield between where you stood and Hyunjin made to approach further.

His smirk made your heart clench as he looked down at you between your guards’ heads.

“Hello, thief.”

“Hi, bastard.”

Your attention was drawn away from Hyunjin’s savage smile by Mr. Chae’s voice, buzzing in your ear like an annoying fly.

“Mr. Hwang, what an unexpected pleasure. Come to join the festivities?”

Hyunjin didn’t look away from you as he responded, “Unfortunately not. I’ve come to collect something which belongs to me.”

“Oh?”

Jihyo’s hand clasped your elbow again, subtly urging you to run. You were inclined to listen. Hyunjin was about to reveal your deceit, you could tell by the glimmer in his eyes and the slight quirk to his full lips.

Whatever response you might have expected, the one-word answer he gave was the furthest thing from it.

“Her.”

All the oxygen left the room as you sucked in a shallow gasp. Mr. Chae barked an incredulous laugh.

“Her?” His beady eyes darted from Hyunjin to you, then back again. “She is a guest on my boat tonight, we just closed a deal not two hours ago—”

“A deal that was only possible because of me.” Hyunjin interrupted, his eyes at last shifting to the older man looming behind your shoulder. He looked down at him, his eyes narrowed with distaste, like he could see exactly why Mr. Chae wanted to keep you from leaving so soon.

You waited for Hyunjin to continue with bated breath. The moment he revealed that the tax documents had been stolen, it was anyone’s game. An exchange of money didn’t matter where guns were involved—whoever was left standing at the end would walk away with everything.

And Hyunjin’s Family always won.

To your surprise, he didn’t elaborate on his so-called involvement in the deal. “She and I have business to attend to. I trust you understand my urgency.”

Mr. Chae blubbered for a moment, unable to find a good enough reason to keep you by his side. You almost wished he would. The second Hyunjin got you alone, he was going to kill you for stealing from him.

At last, you mastered yourself enough to speak. “Mr. Chae, I believe it’s time for me to take my leave.” You ignored Hyunjin completely as you looked at the older man, frustrated color rising in his cheeks. “Thank you for your hospitality, it’s been a pleasure. My men and I can find my suite on our own.”

Hopefully your addition of my men would keep him from following you to your room.

Mr. Chae seemed to deflate, obviously disappointed. “Sleep comfortably, little bird.”

Nausea rose within you again at his ridiculous pet name for you. Hyunjin visibly tensed in your periphery.

You nodded, hoping your intentions didn’t show on your face. You certainly would not sleep comfortably tonight. The second you got to your room, you intended to climb out the window and flee before Hyunjin could find you.

Mercifully, he didn’t move to stop you as you walked around him. A wave of his cologne passed over you, so familiar that it made your knees weak.

You tried and failed not to look at Hyunjin’s friends. Some wouldn’t look at you, but Changbin was grinning like he had half a mind to bash you over the head again. In your effort to look away, you accidentally made eye-contact with Felix.

He’d been your best friend, once upon a time—now he was looking at you with poorly concealed sadness and hurt in his eyes. Like he truly missed you.

You forced yourself to keep walking, Jihyo pressed close to your side.

“Where the hell is the fastest exit in this place?” You hissed the moment you were out of sight. Your men fanned out to secure a perimeter, attempting to keep others away while you made your escape.

“I don’t know. I already sent an SOS to our guys on land, they’re coming as fast as they can.” Jihyo was breathless, whether from fear or walking so fast, you didn’t know. “I think we’ll have to stay in your suite until they get here, but it could be a while.”

“Why?”

“We don’t own a speedboat.”

You wanted to kick the wall. How was it possible that you didn’t own a speedboat?

You shoved your panic down. “Fine, but you can’t stay in my room with me. If he gets in, he’ll kill anyone in the way.”

“I can’t just leave you—”

“You can.” You tugged Jihyo to a stop for a moment, glancing around. By some stroke of luck, the hallway was empty except for the two of you.

You hastily pulled a stack of checks out of your gown. Each was attached to a different bank—separate accounts which had simultaneously paid you ten million dollars each.

You pressed the checks into Jihyo’s hand. “Take these, find my guards and stay out of sight. If I’m not with you when the boat gets here, get on it and leave, do you understand me?”

There were tears in Jihyo’s eyes, but thankfully she nodded her understanding.

“Is he going to kill you?”

In truth, you didn’t know. You weren’t inclined to find out.

You gave her a smile that felt more confident than you actually were.

“He can try.”

When you opened the door to your suite, Hyunjin was laying on your bed.

You stared at each other for a moment without speaking.

“I should have known you’d be in here.” You said at last. You stepped into the room and closed the door softly behind you. “Where are your friends?”

“Socializing.”

Chills ran up your spine at the low sound of his voice. He was angry, that much was obvious, but you couldn’t figure out why he was just lying there. His gun should have gone off already.

“How did you find me?”

“Felix has a lot of friends.” Hyunjin interlaced his fingers over his stomach and sighed. “Did you really think I wouldn’t come for you?”

You scoffed under your breath. “You already came for me, Jin.”

Hyunjin’s face hardened. He stood slowly and you lifted your chin, making no move to run as he approached. If he was going to kill you, you would die with your dignity intact.

He stopped when there was less than a breath between you.

“You stole from me.”

“And?”

Goosebumps followed his hand as his fingers trailed up your arm, his touch so light you could barely feel it.

“Were you going to let him fuck you?” He breathed.

Shock broke through your indifferent expression. “Who?”

“Mr. Chae.”

Ah, that’s what this is about. Hwang Hyunjin, leader of one of the most feared organizations in the world and a harbinger of death, was jealous.

You couldn’t stop the small smile that spread across your face as Hyunjin leaned in until his face was inches from your throat. Your heartbeat picked up when his warm breath fanned across your neck.

“So what if I was?” You said quietly.

Hyunjin tensed and his hand stopped its slow exploration of your arm at your shoulder. He leaned away to look at you, his eyes glittering.

“Were you?”

You tilted your head back. Your lips were close enough that if you moved at all, they would brush.

“I think you know me better than that.” You allowed your hands to rest softly on his waist, bunching his coat in your fists as he exhaled shakily. “Jealousy is below you.”

His fingers ghosted over your jaw. “I don’t respond well to others taking the things I want.”

“And if I did want to fuck the old man?” Your hand drifted across the front of Hyunjin’s dress pants. Vicious delight drew your lips into a small smile when you discovered he was already half-hard.

You were playing with fire. No, not playing—you were dancing in the middle of a blaze, daring the flames to burn you.

A shallow gasp passed Hyunjin’s lips when you ran a fingernail over the clothed length of him.

“I would get violent.”

“Prove it.”

Your dare hadn’t even finished sounding when his mouth crushed against yours. He kissed you feverishly, like he meant to consume you alive, and you met him stroke for stroke. Hyunjin’s tongue entered your parted lips immediately, exploring and marking like he wanted the taste of him in your mouth forever.

Your fingernails raked across his back, through his hair, drawing short groans from his throat. You savored them all—the sounds Hyunjin made were among your favorite in the world.

Hyunjin grasped your bare leg through the slit in your dress and you gasped at the cold temperature of his hand. His fingers dug into your thigh as he yanked your leg up around his waist, forcing your hips to press flush against his.

You ground against his length immediately. You were already soaking, your lace panties sticking to your core. You had been since you’d seen him in your bed, if you were being honest.

Hyunjin shuddered as you rocked your hips against him again.

“You always run from me,” he said into your mouth. He effortlessly picked you up off the ground and you froze, but he immediately turned and dropped you onto the bed. “Why do you always run? Is it for this?”

Hyunjin removed your heels from each of your feet and kissed your left ankle, trailing his lips up your calf to your knee. He bit down softly on your thigh and you moaned breathily.

You might have burst into flames at the dark lust in his eyes as he murmured against your hip, “Is it because you want to be punished?”

You squirmed while he kissed one of your hipbones, then the other. Hyunjin hooked his long fingers into your panties and dragged them down your legs.

“I kept these last time, you know.” He placed your panties on the foot of the bed and dragged his lips up your leg again, his fingernails scraping lightly behind his mouth. “I thought about sending them with the painting.”

“The painting was lovely.” You gasped out. You were so desperate for him to touch you that you wanted to scream.

“Was it?” At last, Hyunjin pressed two of his fingers to your soaking entrance. “I wanted to kill you while I did it.”

You couldn’t bring yourself to be upset by his words when his fingers roughly pushed into you. You exhaled a shaky groan and Hyunjin pressed an open-mouthed kiss to your stomach, gently sucking your skin where your dress had hitched up.

You could feel his eyes on you, watching your every reaction while you writhed beneath his touch. You massaged your breasts through your gown and half-wished he would just rip the damn thing off you.

Your only warning before Hyunjin’s mouth closed around your clit was the feeling of his warm breath on you. You arched your back involuntarily at the dual sensations of his fingers and lips, the former now curling inside you to brush your g-spot on every thrust.

Hyunjin groaned and murmured something into you about your taste. He splayed the fingers on his free hand across your stomach, holding your hips against the mattress. The vibrations of his voice drew another moan from your chest and you reached down blindly to grasp whatever part of him you could reach.

Your hand found his. Hyunjin stilled momentarily when your fingers hastily threaded through his, but he quickly mastered his surprise and gripped yours with equal strength.

You couldn’t dwell on the intimacy of that action. Your rapidly approaching orgasm clouded your mind—if you didn’t cum soon you would go insane.

“God, Hyunjin—ah—pleasepleaseplease—”

You babbled nonsensically, arching your back as his fingers continued mercilessly pumping inside you. Your walls spasmed around him and he moaned again at his realization that you were already close.

The wave inside of you was just beginning to break when Hyunjin withdrew his fingers from you completely.

Your eyes snapped open. Your vision was a little blurry, your head clouded with the orgasm that had just been ripped out from under you.

“What—why, no—”

“You don’t get to cum, baby. Not yet.”

Your fury was short-lived. Hyunjin’s fingertips dug into your thighs as he jerked them onto each of his shoulders, his hands cupping your ass while he dove in again.

You released a vulgar moan when his tongue replaced his fingers. The tensed muscle thrusted into your entrance, eagerly consuming your arousal as you climbed higher again.

You were so sensitive. You straddled the line between pleasure and pain, your legs violently shaking around Hyunjin’s head while his tongue moved to circle your clit.

That sinful mouth closed around you and sucked hard, yanking you to the edge of your orgasm so fast you saw stars.

You threaded your fingers into Hyunjin’s hair, tugging at the soft strands with newfound urgency. Your hips rolled against his mouth while you chased your high, close, so close—

Hyunjin removed his lips from you again with a lewd pop.

You couldn’t even raise your head to look at him this time. Your chest rose and fell in heavy breaths, and you fought the urge to scream a frustrated cry.

“Color?” Hyunjin’s voice rang with smug command.

“Green, you asshole.”

He climbed up your body slowly, stopping briefly to kiss your hip, your ribcage, each of your breasts, before his face hovered above yours.

Hyunjin softly kissed your neck while you dragged your fingernails along his shoulder blades, aiming more to tell him to hurry up than hurt him. He froze when his lips touched below your ear.

“Is this a seasickness patch?” He whispered incredulously, his shoulders shaking with silent laughter.

You smacked him gently, your cheeks flushing with unwelcome embarrassment.

“Shut up, Jin. I can still hurt you in this position.”

He chuckled again and moved down so he could suck a hickey onto the column of your throat. You moaned softly, instantly reminded of the incessant ache for him between your legs.

“How do you feel?” He whispered against your mouth. You caught his lips in a fervent kiss, painfully turned on by the taste of yourself lingering on him while you tugged on his bottom lip with your teeth.

“Like I’m dying,” you breathed.

Hyunjin’s arm slid beneath you and flipped you onto your front. You arched your back, pressing your ass into his hips while his long fingers deftly pulled down the zipper of your gown. It fell down your shoulders and you adjusted to help him slide it out from beneath you.

He planted rough kisses along your spine, working his way up until his lips closed around the rapid pulse in your neck.

“That’s how I feel every time I look at you.” Hyunjin’s words were accompanied by the sounds of his clothes falling to the floor. You squirmed in anticipation, more than ready to be full. There was nothing like being filled by Hyunjin—no matter what feelings there were outside of this, it was like his body had been perfectly crafted for yours.

He bent over you, his bare chest warm as it pressed against your back. His breath fanned across your ear while he dragged the head of his cock between your folds, coating it with your slick.

“Every time I see you, it breaks my heart.” Your heartbeat pounded between your legs while Hyunjin spoke, impossibly hot and aching. “And for some reason, I keep coming back.”

At last, he pushed in. And in, and in. You both released simultaneous sighs of relief and your head fell against your forearm braced below you.

“I can’t stay away from you.”

He worked his way in slowly until his hips were pressed flush against your ass. You felt him so deep, the feeling was intoxicating. He thrusted, just barely, and your walls clenched around him at the stimulation to your g-spot.

Without warning, Hyunjin pulled out to the tip and slammed back in. You cried out when he did it again, the pleasure so overwhelming that you felt it in your toes.

He set a brutal pace, his forehead falling between your shoulders while his hands braced your ribcage. Your fists twisted the sheets on either side of you so hard your knuckles paled under the strain.

“Whose pussy is this?” He demanded, breathless.

Your brain could barely function long enough to respond. “Yours.”

His hips snapped against yours, the loud sounds of your bodies joining creating a symphony with your panting breaths. One of Hyunjin’s hands found yours, his fingers threading between your own in a desperate attempt to ground himself.

“Who’s the only one who can make you feel this good?”

“You—ah, god—You, Hyunjin.”

You were rising and rising without an end in sight. Your walls were clenching furiously around his cock—if you continued like this, neither of you would last a minute.

Hyunjin pulled out and turned you onto your back again, his cock buried inside you before you had the chance to mourn its absence. He placed your ankles on either side of his head and braced his hands on the backs of your thighs.

“Oh god, oh god—Hyunjin, I’m—ah—”

“Yes, yes—come for me.” He panted, sweat beading on his forehead as he pounded into you. He looked beautiful. Maybe it was the pleasure talking, but surely there was no boy more beautiful in the world than this one. “Come on, baby, I need to see it. Want to see how you’re a slut for me. Need to feel you—”

Hyunjin’s fingers found your clit, rubbing expert figure-eights onto it while he watched you beneath pinched brows.

You fell off the edge. Plummeted off of it.

Perhaps it was because it had been denied so many times, but your orgasm felt like fireworks in your veins. You scrunched your eyes closed, unable to make a sound as a wave of euphoria crashed into you.

Your body locked. The only muscles able to move were those inside you, clamping down so hard around Hyunjin’s cock that he released a guttural moan.

“That’s it, that’s it—just like that…” Hyunjin coaxed you through it, gasping between words. Your legs shook on his shoulders, twitching in tandem with the pulses of your orgasm.

Hyunjin released a shuddering breath as he came inside you, pushed to his own release by the never-ending tightening of your walls around him. Your bodies responded to every twitch and throb, drawing out each of your orgasms so long that you began to shake with overstimulation.

After what felt like an eternity, Hyunjin gingerly removed your legs from his shoulders and settled down at your side, his softening cock still nestled inside you. His long arms wound around your waist, tugging you against him firmly enough that you knew he had no intention of releasing you.

You were too fucked out to care, really. Cuddling after sex like that was probably a terrible idea, but this was… Hyunjin.

Tears pricked behind your eyes at the thought.

It was Hyunjin buried inside you. Every time you saw him, you either wanted to kill someone or fuck him within an inch of his life. Sometimes both.

You had wanted to spend the rest of your life with him, once. Before each of your fathers had died, before you started blaming one another for things that were completely out of your control—you had loved him.

Maybe you still did.

“That’s twice now you’ve fucked instead of killed me.” You didn’t mind that your voice was shaky. Hyunjin had seen you in far worse states than this. Perhaps he’d think it was because of how mind-blowing the sex had been.

He leaned back and you winced at the overstimulation when his cock moved inside you. Hyunjin gazed down at your face, the look in his eyes far different than before, and his head slanted towards his shoulder.

“I didn’t come here to kill you.”

Your brows furrowed, confused. “Then why?”

Hyunjin didn’t answer right away, and you started to hope he wouldn’t. There was a very fragile bubble of peace surrounding you at the moment, ready to pop at the first sign of danger.

He considered his words carefully, his eyes drifting over each part of your face like he was searching for an answer there.

“I came to ask you to marry me.”

Pop.

“You… what?” Your lips parted, the shock so powerful that your brain short-circuited. “But you hate me. I’m supposed to hate you. I stole a hundred million dollars from you.”

You surprise intensified when Hyunjin’s smile grew. He pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead that you didn’t process in time to deflect.

“Ah, there are the key words. Supposed to. You don’t hate me at all, do you?”

You were too dumbfounded to respond. At last, you disentangled yourself from him, momentarily mourning the sensation of being full when his cock slid out of you.

“Hyunjin, what you’re saying is impossible.”

“We’re two of the most powerful people in the world. Anything is possible.”

Your throat worked as you thought of what to say. Less than an hour ago you’d been convinced Hyunjin would murder you for your theft.

“But I stole from you.”

“Did you?” Hyunjin raised an eyebrow.

“What?”

“Did you steal from me, or did I let you take the papers?”

You scoffed. No way. He had to be bluffing.

“Why would you let me take a hundred million dollars out from under you?”

Hyunjin sat up, his toned body near-glowing in the moonlight filtering in through the window.

“I knew the moment I saw you again that my feelings hadn’t changed,” he began. “Even when I still thought you murdered my dad, I knew I wanted to marry you. And I hated you for that—I hated myself even more. I thought you killed my father as revenge, but somehow you still made me love you.”

You listened in silence, hardly daring to breathe as he continued, “When I found you in my club, when you leaned into the barrel of my gun like a maniac, when we… you know, afterwards.” Hyunjin cleared his throat, color dusting his cheeks. “It was the only thing on my mind. I would find a way to convince you to marry me without the world imploding.”

You sat, thunderstruck, for several breaths, hardly able to believe the words you were hearing. Marry him? Once, you would have leapt at the chance, but now… things were complicated. The world you lived in was stacked against you.

“You don���t have to answer right now.” Hyunjin said, no doubt because of the expression on your face. “Take time to think on it, if you need. But aside from the fact that I’m hopelessly in love with you, consider how much we stand to gain by uniting our empires. We’d be far more powerful together than apart. That is why I was so willing to let you take the documents. Let’s call it an investment.”

The part about merging your Families… was true, you supposed. At the moment, at least, you couldn’t find a good enough rebuttal.

Your phone buzzed inside your gown, rumpled on the floor by the bed. Some of the tension was broken by the sound and you reached for it, finally managing to locate it inside one of the hidden pockets.

It was a text from Jihyo:

Boat is here. We’re not leaving without you.

A second later, another text came through:

Please don't be dead.

You sighed and stood, slowly shimmying back into your gown. Hyunjin helped you zip up the back, pressing a gentle kiss to your shoulder before releasing you.

You watched while he tugged on his pants, feeling a little lost as to what you were supposed to do now. What were you going to tell Jihyo? If you decided to turn down the proposal, were you expected to go back to your normal life and pretend he never happened?

You weren’t sure you could do that.

Apparently attuned to your spiral of thoughts, Hyunjin bent slightly at the waist to look you in the eye. “Think on it.”

It was all you could do to nod.

When you opened the door, Changbin stood on its other side. He grinned at whatever Felix had said a moment ago, and he only had time to glance down at you for a moment before you advanced.

Your fist collided against his cheek with a resounding thwack. Silence fell, broken only when Hyunjin released a startled laugh in the doorway behind you.

“That’s for two weeks ago, you prick.”

You strode away without waiting for his response, your chin held high as you shook the pain out of your hand.

Changbin’s laugh followed you down the hall and he called after you, “Good to have you back, Viper Queen.”

You didn’t miss the sarcastic tone that accompanied your so-called “title”, but it didn’t sound like he was trying to hurt your feelings. It was… the way a friend would tease another friend. It felt like old times.

God, you really should have just gone to Fiji.

would you like a side with your simp sandwich? I know I need one lol. would a part three be okay? anywayyyy, I hope this lives up to your expectations for part two! thank you so much for reading!! please like/reblog if you enjoyed it, bye loves! - j

part three here!masterlist here :)

© minghaoyoudoin 2022 - all rights reserved. reposts/translations not allowed. I do not assume to know the personal lives of the idol(s) depicted in this fic, this is for entertainment purposes only!

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digichildren headcanon

remember when i said i looked up on names for my headcanon? this is it.

please note that:

all names are in japanese, written in kanji. so the meaning of the names will adapt to its kanji meaning. i may be wrong because i only understand broken japanese.

you may click on the names to find out how it is correctly pronounced. (google translate is so awesome nowadays! just click on the speaker button!)

this is purely my own headcanon (except for one that is quite popular in the fandom) for my favourite pairs, and of course i respect if you have a different opinion :)

i surely hope i can make fic with these bunch someday but don't ask me when. if you're interested to use one of the names, feel free!

these are for taiora, mimato, takari, and alternatively, koukari and jyoumi!

TAIORA

while they initially didn’t plan on a specific name pattern or meaning, sora had requested that if they are having a daughter, she wanted to adapt a flower name as her token of admiration on ikebana. little did she know, she will later give birth to… two baby boys.

tsuyoshi (剛士)

the first kanji means “sturdy”, and may also be translated as “brave and valiant”—the same meaning with taichi’s crest. taichi and sora found the name together, but they agreed on this kanji only. it was sora’s father who gave the idea of adding 士 in the back (without changing the pronunciation of the name itself), which has the meaning of “warrior/samurai”.

for the most part, tsuyoshi is “taichi junior” because he inherits his father physical figure, and that includes the infamous bushy hair. however, sora never lets her son have the same unruly mane, so she diligently cut tsuyoshi’s hair every time it grows longer. when tsuyoshi grows up and gets the liberty of exploring his own style, he once tries to grow his hair just like young taichi, but he hates it—he even asks his father, “how come you were able to survive THAT kind of hair?!”

tsubasa (翼)

when the couple found out that they’re having a second child, sora eagerly prepared for a female flower name. she settled with sakura, and according to the hanakotoba (japanese language of flower), sakura means “spiritual beauty” or “graceful woman”. taichi was also fond of the name, saying it has the same initial as sora’s name—just like tsuyoshi which has the same initial with taichi.

later, they found out that they were going to have another son instead, which pushed sora to look up for another name more suitable for a boy. she thought about either suisen (daffodil, means “self-love” but can also mean “conceit”) or suiren (water lily, means “pure heart” and “faith”), but she didn’t feel that they were the right names.

it was taichi who eventually got inspired when one day he looked up to the sky and found a flock of birds passing by. he told sora that they should name their second child tsubasa, which means “wings”, because the sky (sora) will always be a place to go for those who have wings. taichi also added that it has the same initial as tsuyoshi, in addition that both tsuyoshi and tsubasa start with T and S, which are also the initial of taichi and sora. it was such a beautiful philosophy that sora cried a little when taichi told her about that, and she agreed without further thinking.

note: this fanart should be THE REAL CANON the closest portrayal i got for this family, except about tsuyoshi's hair lol.

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TAKARI

as someone who was born with a sibling complex, both takeru and hikari always dream about having at least two children so that their kids won’t get lonely. and they finally got what they wish for: a pair of son and daughter.

kouki (光希)

this name has been widely used in some takari fanfics i stumbled upon, and i couldn’t agree more with it. the first kanji 光 (yes, the same with kou in koushiro’s name) (no, I will talk about koukari later on) means “light”, and the second kanji 希means “hope”. pretty obvious, right?

hinagiku (雛菊)

since they have swept all of their crests on their son’s name, takeru and hikari didn’t set specific criteria for the daughter’s. but then Hikari remembered about her sister-in-law’s wish of naming a baby girl with flowers, so they went to sora and asked whether she had an ideal name for their daughter. sora happily gave them hinagiku, which is japanese for daisy. in hanakotoba, the daisy happens to have “hope” as one of its meanings—other than “chastity”, “beauty”, and “peace”. takeru and hikari fell in love with the name at first sight and decided to call their daughter hina for short.

note: alternatively, kouki and hinagiku are twins. however, i kind of forget who is supposed to have twins in my own headcanon. was it takari? or was it mimato, with their 2nd and 3rd child? i made a note about this on twitter a long time ago and now the tweets are submerged! :( this is why you don’t take notes on twitter!!

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MIMATO

it was an endless fight.

being somewhat an admirer of traditional culture (refer to that juice fight on da:2020), yamato wants to have his children named in a very japanese way. if it’s possible, the name should be ancient and rare; for examples kaguya for girls (taken from the traditional folklore) and shigezane (a samurai from date clan). remember: after all, the takaishida sibling’s names were most possibly taken from the former emperor of japan, yamato takeru.

however, mimi doesn’t like the idea of having a name that is too japanese. “listen. you have french blood in your body, and i was in new york for quite a time. we should give them a name that is easy to pronounce by people who speak english—we’re in the globalisation era, yamato! our kids will go places! i have a friend named renge and everybody in the u.s. called her the same way with ‘range’ in english and i don’t want that!”

reina (怜奈)

so, there you have it… ishida reina was their first daughter. a girl who inherits yamato’s light hair, has a strong personality just like her mother and somewhat tsundere just like her father. in japanese, the first kanji 怜 means “wise” and the second kanji �� is just a phonetic character. however, it happens that in yiddish, reina also means “pure” and in spanish, it means “queen”—both being qualities that best describe mimi.

runa (月)

runa is actually japanese pronunciation of luna (japanese alphabet doesn’t have the letter L); and the kanji of the name itself is indeed the same kanji for “the moon”. instead of kaguya who is the princess from the moon in the famous folklore, mimi thought that runa sounds cuter for their daughter. also, according to mimi’s teasy theory, taichi is the sun, so yamato must be the moon.

the name got accepted by yamato because it’s an astronomy-related name.

raiden (雷電)

when they found out they’re going to finally have a baby boy, yamato fought so hard for his right to name him—and this time, he wanted a pure japanese-sounded name. yamato chose the name raiden; the god of thunder from japanese mythology. he even prepared to argue that if the name was too difficult to pronounce by foreigners, they can just call him rai (pronounced ry) or ray for short.

mimi thought that it made sense, but being a person with good attention to details, she said: “raiden is correctly pronounced as ry-dén, not ray-den. people will still speak the name incorrectly!”

with the rest of his patience, yamato replied, “if he’s really your son, i believe he will headstrongly explain how to pronounce his name until everybody gets it correctly.”

(and oh yes, raiden grows up to become the coolest boy in his group… the genes don’t lie.)

note: while taichi and sora tend to deliberately use the same initials for their children, it is somehow coincidental in the case of yamato and mimi. they didn’t plan for runa to have the same initial (and even a similar sound) with reina. when yamato chose the name raiden, he looked at his two daughters and thought, “yeah… let’s just find another R for the boy.”

also, they initially wanted to only have two kids. but, 1) runa and raiden are twins; or, the version i like better, 2) the birth of their son was unplanned—a result of… umm… a night that was faaar too passionate. iykwim.

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KOUKARI

i am a huge fan of this fanart, so we will stick to koushiro and hikari having one older son and one younger daughter using the design of koushiro and hikari’s respective children in 02 epilogue.

satoru (悟)

both of them thought about having a name that means “intelligence”, but somehow, they stumbled upon this name that means “enlightened”; which can be associated with both of their crest—knowledge and light.

akari (明俐)

while they don’t exactly plan to follow the rules, they found this name to be suitable with their crests too. the first kanji 明 means “bright” while the second kanji 俐 means “smart”.

fun fact about this name: akari can also be written as 光 which happened to be koushiro’s first kanji (光子郎) and at the same time, the kanji for hikari.

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JYOUMI

in contrast with mimato who apparently has a very high sex drive, jyou and mimi only have one son. mimi finds the delight of being an only child, and jyou likes the thought of his son not being compared to his siblings, or even burdened if his siblings were much smarter. both jyou and mimi are busy with their successful careers anyway, so it’ll be hard to take care of a lot of kids.

makoto (實)

the single kanji means “truth, reality; sincerity, honesty” which can be associated well with both of their crests.

once makoto was born, mimi pampered him so much even though she initially wanted a daughter. she bought him fine clothes, styled his look from head to toe every time they went out (although at home, she usually played a lot with his hair—gave him cute hairclips, tied it with colourful ribbons until makoto was pissed). makoto looks a lot like young jyou, except that he’s so much dandy at his age.

[chaoticor]

NEW MUSE ALERT! NEW MUSE ALERT! 

Or: I come back for less than 24 hrs and the impulse control is out!

𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐬 !

FULL NAME.  isley jones née kane NICKNAME / ALIAS.  izzy  GENDER. female HEIGHT.    6′2″ AGE.  52 ZODIAC. aries sun / capricorn moon LANGUAGES. firorian, icebergian

𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬 !

HAIR COLOR.    red with some grey as she gets older EYE COLOR.    dark brown SKIN TONE.     brown with red undertones BODY TYPE.   tall, still athletic  ACCENT.  when she was younger she was more posh, but as she grew older her voice just blends and she annunciates clearly  FACE CLAIM.   n/a DOMINANT HAND. right POSTURE. she slouches more now than she did when she was younger, she also almost always has her arms crossed SCARS.  she has a few, the most notable being the one on her face across her nose — a relic from her fairy tail days TATTOOS.  she has a tattoo of a lightning bolt on her left shoulder, her wife has a matching one on her left shoulder BIRTHMARKS.   none MOST NOTICEABLE FEATURE(S).  her hair, her scar and her scowl

𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 !

PLACE OF BIRTH.  ainley estate near daffodil village HOMETOWN.   same place MANNER OF BIRTH. her mother gave birth to her in the gardens while she was arguing with her own mother — a midwife was called by her uncle bob and the family panicked. it was a quick labor as if she was ready to leave the womb. FIRST WORDS.  ‘dada’ to which her father was Very Proud SIBLINGS.   only child PARENTS.   nyssa kane & darrien todd PARENTAL INVOLVEMENT.  her father, living mostly in iceberg, was not always there but her mother was. her mother also loved to travel which often meant that isley was dragged along a lot of the time. luckily, this meant plenty of time in iceberg with her dad. both of her parents, though unorthadox in their relationship, loved her a lot. she was lucky like that. 

𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 !

OCCUPATION. retired mage / flower store owner CURRENT RESIDENCE. daffodil village  CLOSE FRIENDS. the alive ones are: ivan dreyar & gildarts clive. neither of which she’s seen much in the past few decades. so lol.  RELATIONSHIP STATUS. happily married  FINANCIAL STATUS. very comfortably living thanks to the ainley family funds RELIGIOUS STATUS.  agnostic VICES. wrath / pride 

𝐬𝐞𝐱 & 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 !

SEXUAL IDENTITY: lesbian LOVE LANGUAGE. teasing, spending time with people, active involvement, holding hands RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES. she loves to tease people and will continue to do that. she also is a very committed person, meaning that when she settled — she was ready for life. she loves to grow flowers for her wife and surprise her with them and her favorite moments are the quieter ones when they can just be.

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬 !

CHARACTER’S THEME SONG.   wrecking ball ; mother mother HOBBIES TO PASS TIME.  training her magic, gardening, yoga MENTAL ILLNESSES. depression that comes and goes — she’s an adult who handles it PHYSICAL ILLNESSES. none that incapacitate her LEFT OR RIGHT BRAINED. right PHOBIAS. fire SELF CONFIDENCE LEVEL. she is very confident VULNERABILITIES. anything and everything to do with her time in fairy tail, including and not limited to: the death of leona floros dreyar

more notes:

isley is a retired plant mage but can and will fight when needed. she was a member of fairy tail and left six months after the death of her best friend and teammate leona floros dreyar. she is technically my laxus’ godmother but hasn’t been in contact with fairy tail and by extension, makarov dreyar, since she left.

she has a quicker and stronger temper than her uncle (technically, second cousin) bob

picrew credit for this photo

[theclampdown]

tagged by @avp0l thank uuuuu

n i tag @peristeronik @frog-cryptid and anybody else who wants to do it!

name: jamie

nicknames: most are related to my birth name but daffodil was always my fave or dafnush. but really i have so many bc everybody in middle or elementary school saw my name and went OK. Time to Obliterate this Lad

zodiac: virgo. idk anything else if you try to tell me what a moon or rising is ill start crying

height: 5′3″... short kings rise up

languages: english, vaguely conversational in spanish (thanks high school) but i also know a smattering of hebrew

nationality: american

favourite season: fall good... hoodies good... colder weather good...

favourite flower: hm not sure. maybe poppies bc i associate them with good memories. oh and just wildflowers in general theyre pretty

favourite scent: lavender good and also the smell of butter onions and garlic cooking mmmmmmm smell good

favourite colour: kind of switches on no reason but im digging a pastel green or yellow currently

favourite animal: oh this is tough i love all animals :( but seals maybe. also love me fish in general

favourite fictional character: ohok. too many. first one that came to mind tho was lin fma but a few other faves are howl from howls moving castle, edward tulane, and alice alexis queensmeadow

hot chocolate / coffee / tea: ohhh hot chocolate but only if its winter. otherwise tea bc tea Warm. i only have coffee if it is cold and has so much caramel in it

average sleep hours: maybe 7.5 on a school night and upwards of 8.5 otherwise

dog / cat person: cat! cant live without my baby boy

number of blankets you sleep with: one big comforter but if its really cold i have a fuzzy blanket under neath it. i usualy get too hot at night so i just have the one

dream trip: would love to go to greece and turkey some day theyre such nice places. also maybe iran for the historical sites and also bc its a very nice place

blog established: idk where to find it but at some point in february in 2017. thats fucked

followers: 82 lol

random fact: my left ear was born weirdly, it has two ear lobes instead of one and is a little too small (my other ear is small but not As much). when i was younger ppl called it a butt ear but i think its rad

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Mystic Messenger Part 9 - Saeran/Ray/Unknown Route

Yayyy! Ray/Unknown route!! Talking to Ray breaks my heart so much though💔 Any time you express the tiniest amount of consideration or care for him, he gets so touched. It makes me feel so sad that he has never experienced something so simple. It’s so sad that even though Rika is using him, he feels like he’s useful here. It’s so sad that he hates 707 so much.. It’s so sad that….I hope we can protect him properly in this route.

When he talked about the pot plant that somehow grew two stalks when it wasn’t meant to, and how there’s the stronger stalk and the weaker stalk, you immediately knew he saw himself and Seven in it. How Seven is the healthy one living happily because he discarded Ray the weaker one, and so as revenge, he broke off the stronger stalk to use it as fertiliser for the weaker one. That simple analogy really shows his attitude towards Seven. Why do these twins have to suffer so much…. It’s pretty heartbreaking getting Ray’s hearts, since with the RFA, it’s mostly words that would hurt V and 707 and when it’s with Ray himself, I feel like I’m constantly feeding his insecurities and his sadness, making him reliant and obsessed with the heroine. But I guess this might be the best way to try and save him right now. But really, it was so kind of Ray to not give the elixir to the heroine because he doesn’t want her to be hurt by the side effects like he does. I wanted to cry seeing how considerate he is and yet he could never experience that consideration from anyone else.

I hate seeing Seven sad.. his phone call when he got told by V to not chase the hacker anymore was so down :( He seemed so heartbroken.. I hope V works up the courage, the responsibility and understands the need this time to tell Seven about Saeran.

Sometimes I can’t help but think that Yoosung is such a brat though, he tells people that they don’t understand him but it’s not like he puts in effort to understand the other side either, so what right does he have to criticise them? I hated how he said because his parents gave birth and raised him that they should understand him better or whatever, he’s the one that’s clinging to Rika and not letting anyone change his thoughts. He’s the most stubborn one that won’t listen to anything and he’s ughhh. His mum is just really worried about him and he says stuff like that on the chat, sigh. He says he’s disappointed in his mother for not understanding that he doesn’t want to forget about Rika and that he wants to find the truth, but counselling doesn’t mean he’ll forget about Rika, it’ll just help him organise his feelings, the only one that can change whether he forgets about Rika or not is himself, not a counselor. Frankly, I’m super disappointed in Yoosung, not only is he super annoying about Rika, but he has no consideration for others because he gives it all to Rika. Usually, I’m able to empathise with Yoosung to a certain extent and just not agree with him, but this time I have to admit, I really don’t like him and am extremely disappointed in how he is dealing with this. I’m disappointed that he’s spent most of his life with his mother and yet HE can’t understand her feelings and thoughts about this. Now, I’m annoyed about his whining lol. Rant over. On another note, Zen is just like a caring but naggy older brother hahaha, he’s so kind, too bad Yoosung doesn’t always appreciate it.

I am so happy for Zen that he got a main character role though, that’s great!! Gotta say that I was laughing along with Zen when Jumin said he wanted to try cross stitching because it’s just so hard to imagine Jumin doing that lmaoo. Tbh, I’ve always empathised with Rika to a certain extent but whenever I see and think about how she’s using Saeran and torturing him to get her personal revenge against V, I can’t forgive her and probably never will just because of how innocent and tormented Saeran has been all his life and yet she uses that and causes even more pain and torment to him physically and mentally! It’s absolutely disgusting and I just can’t bear to see Saeran suffer anymore! It hurts even more when Seven thinks that everything he’s doing is helping Saeran have a peaceful life when he’s actually suffering so much…

When V was talking about the daffodil that only withered more in sunlight and could only face the soil and take the nutrients from the flowers around it, I felt really sad… Daffodils are apparently Rika’s favourite flower..not that I really care for her but she’s important to saving Saeran since he’s so reliant on her.. I think the biggest mistake V made and continues to make in the routes is that he tries his best to save everyone by himself but he doesn’t realise that everyone is already hurting and that maybe, being hurt is better than knowing nothing and doing nothing. He also underestimated how difficult of a problem this was I guess and really should have let everyone else help him since it wasn’t just simply his and Rika’s problem anymore from the moment she dragged Saeran and other people into this.

It took some convincing but it’s true that in terms of dark energy, Yoosung is the one to teach that to Zen for his new character hahaha. It’s so funny when Yoosung starts talking all deep and poetic about the hopelessness in life for Zen to learn, tbh I relate a bit but it’s still lmao hahaha. Ray is so sweet for making a drink that looks and smells like that elixir for the heroine so that she won’t have to take the real thing and feel the pain from it. He’s already so busy enough and yet he’s caring about her so much.. Does he even sleep? I’m so worried about him..

OMG *SQUEALS* THE HEROINE KISSED HIM AND HE RAN AWAY!! He’s so adorable omg, I’m glad he’s starting to believe in the heroine more than Rika and that things might need to change, and that maybe he should leave this place. I’m so excited for a happy future and I’m so happy that the heroine is there for him but so mad that Rika is constantly manipulating him! Btw Elizabun the 3rd is the best, I can’t fault Zen for laughing so hard at Yoosung’s imitation of Jumin lolol. I mean, there was literally a phone call with Yoosung and he was talking about how pet bread is great and that croissants are popular but they leave crumbs across the table so you’ll have to constantly clean up its mess lmaooo. Save me, it’s so funny. It’s even more hilarious when Zen finally makes a breakthrough with his character on White and it’s so good that it’s making Yoosung scared hahaha!

As for Ray… It was expected that Saeran would appear considering the “cleansing” Rika did to him. Although he looks down on Ray’s personality and his tastes in the heroine, I think the fact that he thinks of the heroine as a toy to play with when he’s bored shows that despite their differences, there is some sort of feeling or affection Saeran has for the heroine. Omg… Those creepy Saeran emojis in the chatroom are so creepy!! They’re so scary! Scarier than the person himself lmao. But yeah, I’m scared for the heroine considering how crazy Saeran is. I absolutely hate Rika though, seeing Saeran scream for help from Seven pained my heart so much, I’m on the verge of crying. Just because Rika got hurt and is obsessed with revenge, she drags Saeran down with her, digging up all his negativity and trauma just to achieve her objective. She’s so disgusting and any kind of charity she’s done before does not cancel this out. Saeran’s suffered so much already and yet she has to continue tormenting him for her own personal benefit, it hurts so much to see Saeran like this. Please save him, Seven!! Saeran doesn’t want to hurt anyone, he’s just been manipulated into thinking that being “crazy” like this is the only way he can protect himself from others. I’m so mad that V hasn’t asked the others for help when it concerns them so much, especially Seven. He can’t solve everything by himself especially when Rika has her own army of believers! It isn’t just Rika that is involved, it’s Saeran too and he needs help!! Sigh. I’m so frustrated and sad that Saeran has to continue to suffer. And things are just getting worse because their prime minister father is on the hunt for them…

My heart is breaking so much… Saeran’s still treating the heroine as terrible as ever but Ray came back for a bit!! That means there’s definitely still hope! And despite everything, just like Rika said, I think that Saeran keeps the heroine there not just because he needs someone weak to show that he is a strong personality, but also because somewhere inside of him, even if he treats her like a toy, that’s how he’s showing his love for her. He loves her but he can’t believe in her love and so he can only treat her in this way to be close to her but also distance himself from her so that he won’t ever be hurt again. He loves her but is scared that he’ll get abandoned again, just like Saeyoung did to him when they were young. For Saeran, being abused by Rika or his mother was unbearable but still acceptable because they never abandoned him and that’s all he wants, someone that won’t dispose of him…. A part of him wants to believe in the heroine and that’s why I guess he’s doing all these things to kinda test whether she’ll stay with him no matter what.

I’m glad that the heroine got through to Saeran. Seeing him admit to his wrongs and apologise to the heroine that knew what he was thinking all this time… Knowing that despite all the depravity and hatred he shouted at her, he was the one he was truly shouting at, he was the one that was really hurt from all this, rather than the heroine. But the most saddening thing is that he thinks that the heroine only really cares about Ray and that she should live happily with him, when really, she loves Saeran himself and wants to protect all of him so there’s no way she only wants Ray! So, don’t disappear Saeran😢😢

I’m so proud that Zen told V to stop being so frustrating and thinking that everything has to be his responsibility! It is to an extent but blaming himself won’t get them anywhere! Seven is in trouble with his evil dad and V is still wallowing in where did things exactly go wrong! Best thing was when Zen said that the only person who can love Rika enough and correctly is herself. In the end, even if V loved her the “correct” way, if Rika doesn’t believe it or accept it or think that she deserves it, it won’t work out. The only person responsible for Rika is Rika herself, the only person that could truly help her was herself. Sure, V might have been able to help her if he did things differently but there’s no guarantee considering how her thoughts were, so really, no matter what he does, things could still have ended up like this. So, get a grip on yourself V and save Seven and Saeran with everyone in the RFA now!

It’s so wonderful to see Saeran and the RFA communicate and co-cooperate to save Seven from their father that kidnapped him. It was so heartwarming and sweet to see Saeran capable of being so happy and surrounded by others. It’s also great that he can finally live back in the light now that their father’s evil schemes and stuff he’s done has been brought out to be seen by the public. I’m glad the heroine was able to save Saeran, I’m still so thankful and happy about that.. the only sad thing is that we never got to see where Seven is. But as Saeran says, the twins are both really strong people that have been able to survive in the most dire of situations, so I’m sure Seven is all right. As for V and Rika, didn’t think Rika would “come back” so easily but she did so, yay I guess? As long as she’s not tormenting people anymore, I’m glad lol.

Overall, I’m pretty satisfied with Ray/Saeran’s route, I just wished that I could see Saeran and Seven happy together since that’s what they’ve always wanted and what Seven worked hard for.. but as long as Saeran is happy, Seven would be happy so it’s all good haha. It was a long but eventful 10 days. So many things happened but it was a good journey. Felt like the heroine had less of a personality this time around but that’s cool, since it was all about Saeran and that’s mostly what I wanted haha.

Now, to update my most favourite to least favourite routes! It would be 707, Saeran, Zen, Jaehee, V, and then Yoosung and Jumin are probably around the same to me tbh lol. But yeah! Now we just have to hope for a Vanderwood route I guess haha! Although, a Rika route is probably more likely lol.

[helenblackthrn]

tagged by @fckingsirius let’s gooo

RULES: TAG PEOPLE YOU WANT TO KNOW BETTER

NAME: Molly

NICKNAME: /

ZODIAC: aries

HEIGHT: like 5′4/5′5

BIRTH MONTH: march

ETHNICITY: welsh

ORIENTATION: bisexual

FAVOURITE FRUIT: pineapple

FAVOURITE SEASON: autumn

FAVOURITE BOOK: the great gatsby

FAVOURITE FLOWERS: peonies, wildflowers, sweetpeas, daffodils

FAVOURITE SCENT: defo lavender, uh also mint & garlic and onion cooking 

FAVOURITE ANIMAL: i love all furry friends prob cats tho, also love foxes and wolves

FAVOURITE BEVERAGES:tea, coffee, gin & tonic, fizzy white wine

LAST THING I GOOGLED: tomato salsa recipe

FAVOURITE MUSIC ARTIST: marina & the diamonds, the internet, courtney barnett, the courteeners, the wombats

SONG STUCK IN MY HEAD : speak now by taylor swift (also the unbreakable kimmy schmidt theme tune will that ever leave me!!!)

LAST MOVIE I SAW: ask me anything 

WHAT AM I WEARING RIGHT NOW: leggings and a george ezra t-shirt

WHY DID I CHOOSE MY URL: because i love bisexual faeries what more can i say

DO I HAVE ANY OTHER BLOGS : yes @saillorjupiter and @small-feline

WHAT DID YOUR LAST RELATIONSHIP TEACH YOU: never had a relationship per se but my last romantic liason taught me that it’s never going to work if they treat you like their therapist, you start to get sad when you see their name pop up on ur phone

RELIGIOUS OR SPIRITUAL: i am a stone cold existentialist

FAVOURITE COLOUR: black, lilac

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: oh boy ohhhh boyyyy um between 4 and 14 honesty

LUCKY NUMBER: 7

FAVOURITE CHARACTERS: jem carstairs, will herondale, helen blackthorn, livvy blackthorn (DON’t talk to me), inej ghaffa, ronan lynch, adam parrish, annabeth chase, piper mclean, hermione granger, sirius black, remus lupin, rory gilmore, blair waldorf, andy dwyer, ben wyatt, nick miller, rebekah mikaelson, charlie kelly, amy santiago, probably loads more i am tres forgetful

NUMBER OF BLANKETS YOU SLEEP WITH : 1 in summer, 2 in winter

DREAM TRIP: realllllyyyy want to go to tokyo, and defo new orleans

BLOG CREATED: ummmm last year mayb?

NUMBER OF FOLLOWERS: 1412

DREAM JOB: lol i do not know!!! wine taster? poet? international resort reviewer????? also would quite like to be a detective

fuck okay I’ll tag new mutuals @dracxlucius @elessiaa @firsttheflame @angejolras @prsephene

[caitbalfes]

twenty questions

I was tagged by the lovely @mibasiamille ! I was on my way to work when I saw it though so that’s why this is a bit delayed.

Rules: Answer 20 questions and tag 20 amazing people you would like to get to know better.

Name: Rowena

Nickname: Ina, also some people call me Ro Ro because they hate me

Birth Month: March

Height: 5′8″

Ethnicity: Caucasian

Orientation: Bisexual

Favourite Fruit: Kiwi, also bananas

Favourite Season: Autumn

Favourite Book: I can’t choose. I just can’t. I will say though that the book I go back to the most and read random chapters is Outlander.

Favourite Flowers: Tulip, Lily of the Valley, Marigold, Fuchsia, Forget-me-not, Cornflower, Daffodil, Dahlia

Favourite Scent: Coffee (but not coffee breath lol), Mint, Cinnamon

Favourite Animal: Sheep

Favourite Beverage: Coffee

Average Hours of Sleep: 4-5, sometimes 6

Favourite Fictional Characters: Too many, but, um, Claire is my #1 … do we need anything more?

Number of Blankets You Sleep With: Two, which is not enough because it’s cold af here

Dream Trip: Scotland … weirdly that seems like a popular answer in this fandom … wonder why … I’d also like to go to New York, Oslo, Belfast, Barcelona, Leeds, and County Louth.

Blog Created: November 2016

Number of followers: 441 lovely followers

I’m too tired and lazy to tag anyone, also I can’t say I know an awful lot of people in this fandom, soooo