#even tho it comes with a heavy cost

[thelastspeecher]

apparently one of my cousins was just accepted into a master's writing program at an Ivy League school

and that's why I almost never go on Facebook 🙃

[formulaonecrumbs]

no time to rest 🤒

Charles Leclerc x sick!reader

summary: charles wins a race. you show up to support him despite not feeling well.

warnings: illness, fatigue, heat exhaustion, hurt/comfort, soft charles

A/N: okay, this is my first time writing for charles EVER. so be nice. i’m still getting used to the dialogue for him, cuz he’s not in my top 5 drivers (which for me means idc about him and don’t know much about how he speaks and stuff NO HATE THO) but i’m learning french rn and need to put my skills somewhere 😭 so u get this. i hope it’s not the worst thing u’ve ever read. ENJOY, LOVES!!! MWAAHHH 💋💋

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you said you’d rest.

you’d looked up at him that morning with heavy eyes, curled into the corner of the couch like you were made of glass. wet towelettepressed to your burning forehead, hoodie sleeves tugged over your hands. you looked small. not in a cute way — in a quiet, hurting kind of way. like your body was barely holding itself together.

charles had crouched in front of you, gentle fingers brushing a few strands of hair from your face.

“ça va?”

you didn’t lie, exactly. you just nodded.

“i’ll rest,” you whispered. “i promise. go win, charles.”

he kissed your forehead. your temple. your knuckles.

“call me if you need anything.”

you’d nodded again, soft and tired, eyes slipping shut as he walked out the door.

he thought you’d stayed there. he hoped you would.

but you couldn’t. not today.

not when he was starting P2. not when he had a real shot. not when you knew how much this meant to him.

so you dragged yourself out of bed, ignored the screaming in your body, layered makeup over exhaustion, pulled on his ferrari jacket and made your way to the paddock. the walk alone nearly broke you. the sun was brutal. your head ached. your legs felt weak. but you made it.

you watched the race from the sidelines, heart in your throat the whole time. and when he crossed the finish line first, arms thrown in the air, you felt the swell of pride crush everything else.

he did it.

god, he did it.

you stayed at the edge of the crowd while the celebration exploded around him — mechanics cheering, champagne flying, team radio blaring in your ears. he looked so happy. it almost made you forget how much you were hurting.

almost.

it’s only when things calm slightly — the photos taken, the cameras pulled back — that he sees you. and the smile on his face falters just a little.

he walks over, still in his race suit, damp with sweat and champagne, and stops in front of you. brown eyes scanning your face, your posture, the way you’re leaning slightly to one side like it’s the only way to stay upright.

“you said you’d rest,” he says, voice low.

you try to smile. it’s shaky.

“and miss your win?”

he exhales, stepping closer. his hand settles on your hip, the other curling around your wrist. he’s not mad. not even close. he’s just… scared. because he knows you. knows your pain. knows what it costs for you to be here.

“you shouldn’t have come like this.”

“but i had to.”

“mon amour…”

he doesn’t say anything for a second, just pulls you into him, arms gentle around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder. your body sighs against his like it’s been waiting to fall apart. your legs tremble a little, and he feels it.

“okay,” he says quietly. “okay. let’s get you somewhere quiet.”

he sneaks you away before the afterparty, wraps you in his hoodie in the back of the car, his fingers threaded through yours the whole ride. by the time you reach the hotel, you’re barely awake, your body crashing hard.

he helps you change, tucks you into bed with the lights dimmed and the air cool. the bed cover pulled up to your chin. meds already on the nightstand. he presses a kiss to your temple, then your shoulder, then your hand.

“next time, we win together,” he murmurs, his voice a promise. “but not like this. i want you to feel good when you see me on that podium. not like you’re breaking just to stand there.”

your eyes sting. but you’re too tired to cry. so you just nod and let him hold you, his arms around you, steady and warm, as sleep pulls you under.

THE END :>

[ysaefinn]

My sword ensures your crown

Yandere knight!Suguru Geto x royal!reader, crumbles of lady in waiting utahime x reader

Tw: mentions of blood and murder, yandere themes, suguru's obsessed.

A/n: This took everything out of me to finish in one day, i lost the earlier draft and had to restart all over again. It turned out better than the original, tho. It's 7 pm over here, and my brain is begging me for a rest. Please let me know if you find any errors >0<

-> amazing devider by the amazing @uzmacchiato (they're so delicious)

Synopsis: Durring the wee hours of the morning, word reaches you about your favorite knight. You rush to meet him only to learn about yet another one of his benevolent efforts.

Before you stands a vicious beast.

Suguru is dreanched in blood. He looks like a wild animal with all of the red painting his armor crimson, his heavy panting doesn't help his case, making him seem impossibly more feral. But, you know he's anything but. He further proves you right when he swiftly moves to close the distance between you by enveloping you in his arms and holding on as tightly as he can. You can feel his shaky breaths against the side of your neck, his tears catching on quicky after as well.

The blood is seeping into your clothes, lines of red intertwining with threads of silk, binding you to him. And you know suguru well enough to discern that this was indeed the intention.

"Sugu-" steel poleyns crashe against the marble floor, halting you in your tracks, you don't get to finish your sentence before your knight kneels on both of his knees, hands gripping your garments for dear life, face hidden in your lap. Suguru crumbles to the ground and so does the illusion of a monster.

A sigh of relief makes its way out of his throat, he shifts his body to wraps his arms around your waist. You stand there in the silence that follows, dreading the moment you have to ask.

"Its not my blood" the answer to your unspoken question reaches you in the form of a raspy breathless whisper. "Don't worry, your highness" suguru mutters before burring his face deeper, basking in your presence.

"I see..." the relief in your tone isn't lost on your knight, you can feel his content smile before he nuzzles deeper against your lap.

"In that case uhm....if you..if you don't mind, who exactly-"

"Don't mind that"

He almost snaps. The shift in his mood is loud and clear, it's like your question startled him, it has even him stumbling for an adequate follow up.

"Please. Your highness, don't stress yourself. Its my duty to protect you, no matter the cost"

The knight is not delusional enough to believe his own lies. Of course, he knows the noble man who was on his way to ask for your hand in marriage didn't pose any immediate danger. Of course, he understands that your marriage would be beneficial for the nation, of course he knows such extreme measures aren't necessary. You have your fair share of tricks. Your influence is nothing to scoff at, but not even you can sway the king when it comes to deplomatic matters such as these. Your father is a tough cookie, something suguru won't entertain. So it's his responsibility to shield you from what you can't handle.

"Alright then...i understand. Enough said" he doesn't have to say it outloud for you to understand. It's an open secret that suguru would go to unimaginable heights to insure your happiness, be it plucking fresh berries for you, or disposing of your suitors. It's what a faithful servant does, it's only natural. However, the topic of your marriage in particular, seems to stand out to him.

Suguru wants to believe that this is all for you. He wants to say that your smile is the only reward he would claim. But he knows his sword won't show any mercy even if you approve of the admirer.

The sight is straight out of a tragic opera. You look like lovers like this, a man on both his knees, his sweetheart in his arms, both covered in a blanket of red. The gruesome factor adds to the appeal. It's such a twisted yet intimate display but a shamless one given your status.

your attempt to pull away from the embrace is futile, Suguru only pulls you closer, and you'd be a foul to think you can match his strength.

"Suguru, we can't stay like this forever, come on you need to clean up before one of maids sees us like this"

Before one of the maids sees us, huh.

Your knight entertaines the idea for a moment, to be seen like this with you, this close and personal, your nonechallant reaction is just the cherry on top, already used to the knight's antics, he always acts like he has something to prove, as if he hadn't done enough of that already.

Suguru doesn't respond, he doesn't move from his position either, like a stubborn oversized guard dog, you have to run your fingers through his hair to get him to snap out of his love stick trance. The knight meets your eyes with his own pair, a devoted expression overtaking his visage. One that tells you he would throw himself back at the blood bath as many times as you ask.

"Let's get going. I need to change first. I don't want Utahime to worry"

Your lady in waiting is not going to like this one bit, for somone who fusses over the smallest paper cuts she detects on your fingers, she is not going to let this go no matter how much you explain.

Suguru's mood visibly sours, the smallest mention lf the servant woman bringing him back to reality. Suguru would love nothing more than to rid you of her, but you've made it abundantly clear that Utahime is off limits.

"Must you really mention her every time we are together, your highness? Am i not enough for you?"

You chuckle in response, and it's enough to bring his spirit back up. He takes both of your hands in his before giving them a squeeze, his lips follow soon after, pressing a long almost desperate kiss to the back of your hands, his thumbs linger on your knuckles long after he pulled his face away. Coating them with blood. Coating your soul with his love. His unconditional devotion.

An exasperated sigh from you is all it takes to bring him back on his feet, his smiles is fond, genuine, one of an innocent man, not suitable for a murderer.

"Shall we?"

He offers you his arm to hold, and you waste no time clinging to him. You don't get to do this anymore, you don't get to spend time with him like this, not when you're of marriageable age, not with all these little insects the king keeps sending your way, eager to have you married and out of his hair, something about inssuring the pure royal lineage before his majesty passes away, honestly suguru prays the old man gets on with it already, bite the bucket and leave you be. Suguru certainty won't shy away from spilling your father's blood if he kept causing you problems.

Suguru walks you to your powder room to clean up then to your chambers. Usually, you'd invite him inside for a late night cup of tea and a chat under the stars in your balcony. But the angry ravenette woman by the chambers door shooting daggers at your knight is enough to make you reconsider. It seems you'll have to cut your little midnight adventure short.

Utahime pulls you inside with a gentle hand on the small of your back. She closes the doors behind you both but not before throwing one last glare at the long-haired man. He stares back at her with just as much malice, something you don't see. Your lady in waiting rushes to over and begins to examine you, all while muttering incoherently under her breath.

"That senseless brute! I don't trust him one bit. Who does he think he is? Men can be such a pain! What did he want from you this late, your highness?"

Your sweet melodious laugh greets her ear and puts the woman at ease.

"All is well utahime, please don't worry"

Your hand finds her shoulder to rub soothingly, kind kind eyes meet her own, grounding her instantly, Utahime's tirade meets its end the second she gazes at you.

"He was just delivering something to me"

"A-at this hour?"

"Yup!" Your cheerful response leaves her speachless, utahime believes that no matter how much time you spend together, she will never be able to predict your antics.

And so she sighs.

"Your highness.....what am i going to do with you?" It's a light hearted question, never in a million years could she be upset with you.

"Yooouuuu could get us a glass of wine and join me in the balcony" you leave her no room to argue, making a B-line to the mentioned destination with a happy pep in your steps, mind clearly occupied. A moment later she joins you with a bottle of alcohol and a pair of stemware.

Under the moonlight Utahime clocks the blood under your finger nails.

[wasteland-wrecker]

Ur ocs are so cute... are they from another game or your own plot line? If they are from your own plot, can you tell me the full story right now, please and thank you

Literally the aura of this ask ✋😭🤚

You mean my last post ocs? They’re from my original story webcomic kinda like thing idk, what’s sure it’s currently on hiatus cause it wasn’t sustainable for me.

I’ll try to keep the story super short btw:

So there’s this Vegas-style city called Roveast, but way more modern (it’s set in 2045). The city’s crawling with these big scary creatures (basically werewolves, but nobody knows that). People just call them “Wolves.” They come out at night and get hunted by these robot-androids called Vigilants—like Pitt, they look exactly like humans tho but with pointy ears™️ —who were created to protect humans from the Wolves. The main character’s Isaac, a delivery guy who’s trying to figure out what the hell he’s doing with his life. He feels guilty because he might actually have the “key” to end the whole conflict, but the cost is insanely high.

And yeah the protagonist (Isaac) is also a werewolf and his best friend android (Pitt) doesn’t know that/can’t understand that.

I think my favorite theme in this story is that the androids are actually killing people who can transform into werewolves, even tho their purpose is to protect humans, but they just can’t understand it because of their “default settings” monster -> kill 🤯

And then there’s a cult, some politics, corruption, power abuse, and other heavy themes like sexual abuse, grooming, stalking — a lot of dark stuff I was fucking with at the time. Problem is, all this stuff was very heavy to handle in a story so I got overwhelmed and stopped drawing it.

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[enha-doodles]

https://genius.com/5-seconds-of-summer-bad-omens-lyrics

this is the link to the song lyrics!

BAD OMENS | ✧⁺。

Pairing: Mattheo riddle x reader

Note : holy shit I'm so sorry to disappoint but this was all I could do . I've never heard the song before and writing angst is not my cup of tea 😭😭 tho tysm for requesting i really appreciate it <33

Warning : angst .

The moon cast its silvery glow over the Hogwarts grounds as you stood beneath the towering walls of the castle, your heart heavy with uncertainty. Mattheo Riddle stood beside you, his dark eyes searching yours for any sign of reassurance.

"So this is where we are," you whispered, the words hanging heavy in the night air. "I should've seen it coming."

Mattheo's gaze softened, a hint of sadness flickering in his eyes. "Every time we say goodbye, I say hello again," he replied, his voice tinged with regret.

You felt a lump form in your throat as you gazed into his eyes, the pain of knowing that your love was destined to end in heartbreak weighing heavily on your shoulders.

"I cried in your dark brown eyes for the thousandth time," you confessed, tears welling up in your own eyes. "Because you love somebody else."

Mattheo's hand reached out to brush away a tear from your cheek, his touch sending shivers down your spine. "I died when you left that night for the thousandth time," he whispered, his voice filled with sorrow. "Because you love somebody else."

You tried to stop the door as it was closing, but it was too late. The distance between you grew with each passing moment, the chasm widening until it felt impossible to bridge.

"Can't help the way I keep ignoring every omen," you admitted, your voice barely a whisper. "Every omen."

Mattheo's hand tightened around yours, his grip firm and reassuring. "Heaven knows I should let go," he said softly, his eyes searching yours for any sign of hope. "It's nothing that I don't already know."

But even as you spoke the words, you knew that letting go was easier said than done. The love you shared with Mattheo was a bond that transcended time and space, a connection that couldn't be broken by mere words or actions.

"We go 'round again, we jump back in bed," Mattheo murmured, his voice barely audible above the sound of your beating hearts. "That's what you do when you love somebody."

You nodded in agreement, knowing that despite the pain and heartache, you would always find your way back to each other. For in the depths of your soul, you knew that your love for Mattheo was worth fighting for, worth holding onto, no matter the cost.

"These bad omens, I look right through them," you whispered, a glimmer of hope shining in your eyes. "That's what you do when you love somebody."

And as you melted into Mattheo's embrace, the darkness that had clouded your mind lifted, replaced by a warmth and light that could only be found in the arms of the one you loved.

For in the shadows of your love, you found your sanctuary, your salvation, your reason to believe that even in the darkest of times, love would always prevail.

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Taglist : @sugarcandydoll @helendeath @navia3000

[meaningofaeons]

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ unbearable

⊹ character(s) - sampo koski ⊹ word count - 1.7k ⊹ notes - gn!reader, angsty, hurt/comfort?? possibly slightly ooc sampo sorry </3, unedited

ugh I rlly couldn't help myself making my first work on this account sampo (tho I really did consider svarog LMAO he's grown on me a lot) but I hope you all like!! this is like. my redebut onto tumblr writing hehe ^w^

Surely, there couldn't be a more unbearable man on this planet — no, maybe in the entire universe — than Sampo Koski.

Perhaps he had his good sides, though, you would find yourself musing every once in a while.

Sure, he was a filthy conman, always tunnel-visioned on his next profit. Not much consideration for strangers aside from their pockets, not to mention that terrible habit of his to spam anyone whose contact he could get his hands on with scam ads and malware links he was paid a pretty sum to spread. Even his own 'friends' wouldn't be spared from his constant phishing attempts.

Maybe he did get a bit too reckless if the job was especially large, especially profitable, and maybe he did sometimes ditch just before the bill at a restaurant would arrive, and maybe he did piss off a group of automatons, causing them to chase you two to the edge of town until —

You sighed irritably, pinching your temple as you tried to refocus your thoughts.

In spite of all that, Sampo did have his benefits, you surmised.

He had ended up dropping in at just the right time during that automaton chase, even though you'd assumed mere moments earlier that his disappearance from your side meant he had run for the hills and left you behind. You avoided a lot worse injuries thanks to him that day.

And yeah, he did stop that miner from scamming you out of a good chunk of your paycheck that one time — albeit at the cost of another group of naïve victims who he led the man directly to. 'The only one who can swindle you out of all your pocket money is me!' he had claimed, and promptly received a beating over the head.

But once you opened your eyes again, beholding the sight of Sampo Koski sat on his knees before you in shame, twiddling his thumbs as he glanced to the side with a guilty smile...

You weren't quite sure his positive aspects could completely abate your wrath.

On this very day, the man before you had asked you to come with him to Rivet Town to assist with a 'very important business discussion'. You, foolishly, decided to trust him again.

'Give him the benefit of the doubt,' you'd thought. 'Maybe this time it's actually something honest. Maybe this'll really help him.'

Rather than a discussion, though, the foxlike man had instead led you right to a large group of automatons.

'It'll be fine,' he'd said, shrugging. 'Just need some scrap metal for a client! It's technically still a business discussion, we're just discussing with our weapons rather than our mouths!'

So he'd left you to dismantle the automaton pile, until another group of very much active robots had spotted you two and barreled towards you for vengeance.

The man hadn't even noticed in your collective fleeing that one of the bots had managed a sizable gash on your leg, hindering your escape until the two of you finally stumbled back into town.

Of course, the filthy scammer escaped unscathed himself.

Just recalling the incident sent you into further distress as the pain ached in your leg — you hadn't bothered to get it treated by Natasha yet, too focused on giving your 'business partner' a piece of your mind as soon as possible.

Sampo didn't dare speak a word himself. Your stormy expression was enough for him to keep his trap shut tight, too afraid of your mood to risk worsening it.

He had really done it with his latest stunt — a little 'prank gone wrong', as he put it, until he saw just how upset you were — and he knew it, too.

"I just..." Green eyes immediately shot over towards you as you began to speak, but your words only cut off into a heavy sigh, leading you to slump into a chair in the corner of your dingy apartment. Seeing you kneading your forehead with a look of exhaustion more so than anything else, the sly man took his chances with a conversation.

"L-Like I said, Y/N, it was all in good fun!" he laughed anxiously, feeling his palms begin to sweat. "I wasn't actually going to leave you to get all the parts by yourself, or ditch you when the bots came running, or anything —"

"Quiet."

Your voice shut him up once again.

Sampo was exceedingly nervous today. Usually, you'd just get angry with him, expression twisting into that cute, flushed pout that he'd gotten so fond of.

You'd hit him over the head, scold him loudly, drag him by the ear... but you were never silently angry. Not like this.

"Does it really make you happy?" your voice echoed through the room at last, your face still hidden beneath your exasperated hands. "Is it really that fun? Are you getting a good laugh at my expense?"

Sampo's smile, though nervous, fell.

"You know, Sampo Koski," His spine straightened at his full name being used, rare shame filling his cheeks. He felt like he was being scolded like a toddler. "You always pull something or other over me. Usually, it's bearable. But it's gotten to be too much."

"Y-Y/N —"

"I choose to offer you my trust in so many ways, and you just...!" Your hands clutched onto your hair in complete vexation. "You always take advantage of it! Always! Even when I try to help you, or give you the benefit of the doubt, try to convince myself you're being honest for once!"

You peered through your fingers at him with one eye.

"I can count on two hands the amount of times you've shockingly come through for me, and yet, I don't even have enough hairs on my head to equal the amount of times you've swindled or betrayed me! This is the last straw, Sampo Koski!"

"Y/N, l-listen —"

"I'm going to Nat's."

His mouth fell agape as you just got up and began walking towards the door as you'd said.

"Wait!"

"What?" you sneered as the man half-rose to his feet, frozen by your glare. "Worried that I'll tattle to her and you'll get another earful to ignore? Don't worry. She knows that every injury I get is your doing, so she's going to find out one way or another."

"...Injury?" Sampo asked, dumbfounded. You raised a brow, thoroughly ticked as you turned and walked away again.

It was then that he noticed the blood soaking your pants, the torn material of your clothes sticking uncomfortably to the gnashed skin. Your limp was more pronounced than he'd like to admit, considering he clearly hadn't noticed it prior to now.

The door slamming brought the man back to his senses, and he immediately pursued you, grabbing onto your wrist before you could make it ten steps away from your home.

"Let go, Sampo! While I'm still being nice!"

"I'm sorry!"

"I don't want to hear it! I —" Upon processing his words, you turned, a look of mild horror washing over your features as you raised a brow again. "...Eh?"

Sure enough, the Sampo Koski had just said the words 'I'm sorry' in a tone that sounded more genuine than anything he'd ever pushed past his lips — that is, if his souring expression was anything to go by.

He'd never said that to you before, not in the several incidents before this, so you certainly hadn't expected it now.

He looked gutted.

"I should've — I shouldn't've — Urgh..." Sampo scratched the back of his neck. You narrowed your eyes.

"Don't tell me this is just you being too afraid of Nat to let me get treated by her."

"No, no, listen," he waved his hands around wildly. "I'm... sure, I'm afraid of Miss Natasha, plenty afraid, in fact! But... being real honest, I'm way more afraid of you walking out on me for good."

His head bowed, and he looked completely downtrodden at this point.

"Y-You've been better to me than most, and I guess... I don't know. I just thought you'd always be there, sorta... Which was wrong of me to assume!" Sampo's speech was jumping all over the place as he hastily attempted to keep your attention, worried a single wrong word would send you walking away again. "Very wrong! I took advantage of ya a lot, and... Well, I'm sorry."

You stood there in silence for a good, long while.

It was plenty of time to make even Sampo nervous. You couldn't deny reveling in the way his fingers twitched anxiously, his eyes darting to you and back to the floor as he awaited your response — or lack of one — to his apology.

Finally, you sighed again. A very long, drawn-out, wrongdoing-emphasizing sigh.

"Well, I assume you can't promise that this will never happen again."

"Heheh... Well, if we're being really, really honest..." he simpered, not meeting your eye. "I can at least promise that I'll never let you get hurt on my watch again, though! Not ever! Koski's honor!"

The comical way he put a fist to his chest, as though mimicking a Silvermane Guard, put a reluctant smile on your face. Finally, you snorted out a laugh, bringing his infamous smile back again as well. This time, however, it was more relieved than mischievous.

"I really hate you sometimes," you murmured, pulling him into a hug as you buried your face in his shoulder. "But I'll let it slide. Last time, Sampo Koski. Don't you mess up again."

"I won't!" he shouted, perhaps a bit too eager. Still-shaky hands found your figure as he gently returned your embrace, something a bit more tender in his eyes when you pulled away. "I won't."

"Fine."

"Now, then, why don't we mosey back on into your house and get that leg patched up, eh?"

"Sorry, Mr. Koski," you teased, folding your hands behind your back as you continued your trek towards Natasha's clinic. "As much as we just shared a heartfelt moment of emotional growth, I don't trust your shoddy patchwork first-aid, not for something that hurts this bad. You'll just have to deal."

Sampo trailed after you like a puppy, rubbing his hands together like the shady businessman he was, familiar swindling smirk back already — though it grew more anxious by the minute as you neared Natasha's.

"Ah, come on! Can't we work out a deal? A bargain?! I said I won't let you get hurt again! We're both reasonable people, right...?"

"Y/N...? Y/N, come on!"

[dykedvonte]

Hi, I am sorry if someone already asked you this and I completely missed it, but why do you think Anya asked for Jimmy’s help to feed Curly his pills? Swansea and Daisuke were still high-functioning and available when she asked for help. I am having a hard time understanding her thought process about leaving his patient at the mercy of her rapist, someone she was afraid so much that she felt the need to hide gun. Not to mention, she hid that gun under a secret drawer of Curly’s med bay bed too. If I was Anya, I would be scared of the possibility of Jimmy accidentally finding the gun the most. Yet she still took that risk.

We know that it shows how Jimmy can force things to people without their consent, but this is a very meta reasoning, and it says nothing about Anya’s thought process imho. I don’t think Anya was quietly and secretly taking revenge on Curly either. I interpret it as mix of wishful thinking and submission born out of fear due to Jimmy’s new captain status, but I am curious about your analysis as a psych major.

I personally think with the gun, Anya was not concerned about him finding it or looking for in medical. He doesn't know she specifically hid the gun and of all the places he'd look he wouldn't assume she'd keep it in medical, mainly cause he likely believed Curly preemptively hid it instead. Part of the reason I think he committed to crashing the ship is his belief Curly was no longer in his corner in a major way, confronting him about Anya finally proves as much to him but perhaps believing Curly hid the gun, believing that Curly thinks he's dangerous, and that he's screwed at all front at that point.

Anya probably assumed he'd never look under Curly post-crash and she was right in that assumption despite how risky. To be honest, we can take her trying to relieve him of the dealing with Curly is tied to her getting more panicked by the idea of him finding the more he lingers in medical.

I have talked about why she would even ask Jimmy in the first place and honestly I can chalk up the first time he feeds Curly to Anya wanting to get away from him, since he is demeaning and pointed to her the entire conversation since the other times she is comfortable and even implies she's been taking care of Curly herself between the segments Jimmy does it. It's been picked up by some other people but Anya is likely just giving him the tasks because he needs something to do to feel useful and feel fulfilled in the now worthless role as "Captain". I don't think she assumed he'd be so violent with Curly and even if she noticed what is she supposed to say that won't make Jimmy take it out on her or Curly more?

I have to say Anya is consistently concerned in the game with protecting herself and keeping herself safe. I don't think in the moment that she was 100% concerned about Curly being harmed compared to herself. It sounds selfish but its just a basic fear response. She fawns and tries to make Jimmy feel important even tho he's not because it keeps her safe. Making it seem like too much for her or letting him do it after he is aggressive with her or after the likely heavy/nerve-wracking convo with Swansea are all things were she just doesn't want him around anymore. Even if it would be better for Curly for her to stand ground and insist to do it, there is the likely going to be at cost of her mental security and even physical safety when it comes to Jimmy.

[sinsandsweetness]

i have stepdad!rick brainrot rn, i’d love one where he punishes the reader for being out past curfew, rick sitting by the door watching another boy drop her off

i’m so excited to see where you go with this omg <33

cw- stepdad!rick, dub con? kinda toxic tbh but… it’s fictional so… all for funsies <3 oh and um… not proofread (is it ever anymore?)

The porch light is on and you know you’re screwed. Walking up the creaky steps to the front door and gently turning the handle. Your stepdads figure, standing at the counter sorting some papers. He glances over at the sound of the door latching behind you.

“Nice of you to finally show up,” His gaze goes back to the stack of papers he’s sorting.

You place your bag on the stool next to him and go for the fridge. Grabbing a glass of water and taking a sip before answering.

“We lost track of time, I didn’t mean to-“

“It’s 1 in the morning. Curfew is 11.”

“I’m an adult. I don’t have a curfew that’s ridiculous.” You almost laugh.

“You live under my roof don’t you?”

He’s fully focused on you now. Standing there. No papers in hand.

You want to scowl back. But you’re already in trouble. And being a brat won’t help your situation. Not when Rick is already coming in at you. Backing you into the corner cabinet. Your ass hitting the cool marble as he approaches. Cornered.

“Answer.” He demands. Annoyed. No. Angry.

“Yes. I do.” You day through a clenched teeth. He’s still in his work clothes. The police uniform that Deanna gave him way back when they first arrived here. When he first met your mom. When he first took notice of you.

“Who were you with?”

“A friend.”

He breaths out what you assume is a laugh. An unimpressed huff of air and the smallest hint of a smirk pulling at his lips.

“A friend, hm. Don’t know many friends that touch eachother like that.”

He must have seen you. Watched the boy drop you off from his spot on his chair under the living room window. Watched you kiss the boy goodbye after he opened the car door for you. No doubt catching the way his hand grabbed your ass when he pulled you in for another.

Though Rick seems exceptionally calm if he had seen.

“I’m sorry.” It’s not sincere. And Rick can hear it too.

“About the boy? Or about being out past curfew. Curfew that’s been set in place for all of Alexandria by the way. Not just you.”

“Since when?” This is news to you.

“Since one of your friends fucked up and got three of our people killed.”

There was an incident. A recent one. Only a few days ago actually. Some pretty heavy drinking was involved. Shitty decisions were made and it cost the community three precious lives. An open gate in this world will do that.

“I didn’t realize. No one told me.” You’re telling the truth. He must sense it because his jaw relaxes slightly.

But he moves in even closer. If that was possible. You feel trapped. A heavy weight pulling you further into the counter space between his hands. Ricks strong arms framing your entrapment.

“You missed the meeting,” he leans in, though it doesn’t feel particularly intimate. More intimidating than anything. “I wondered why that was. Wouldn’t have to do with some… friend would it?”

You shake your head. Your heartbeat is off the walls and you want him to close the gap between you so desperately. You want him to bend his own house rules and make a fucking mess out of you right here on the counter. Right here in the kitchen where your mother could walk in at any moment.

Right where he refuses to touch you out of his own moral agenda. Outside it didn’t matter. But in this house, touching you was rare.

He’s so close it hurts. His nose almost brushing your cheek. The stubble on his jaw scratches your cheek as he moves to whisper in your ear. Lips so warm against your ear. Brushing the gold metal hanging from your lobe.

“I don’t believe you.”

His voice is quiet. Soft and deep. But It makes you shiver as if he’s just yelled at you.

“I-I…“

“Shhh,” he cuts you off. He’s smirking against your cheek. Though nothing about his demeanour is funny. You’re in trouble. That’s all you know.

“You broke the rules. And you lied to me-“

“I’m sorry-“

“Sweetheart, if you interrupt me one more time, your ass is gonna be sore for a week.”

You gulp. Fuck. Ok.

“You’re not getting away with just a slap on the wrist this time. Not tonight, baby.”

He kisses your lips. Gentle and warm. And you’re more than eager to kiss him back. To make it up to him. Anything. Everything. All for him.

It’s not like the boy from outside means anything. He’s nothing compared to the man you live with. The one that sleeps down the hall from you every night. Tempting you with just the smell of his skin and the blue in his eyes.

Your arms wrap around his neck to pull him in close.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper against his mouth between kisses. Muffled and faded into the moans that can’t seem to stay put.

“Sorry doesn’t cut it this time, sweetheart.”

You tug on his hair. Hoping he’ll just let you give him your body as a form of repentance. But it won’t be enough. He needs to punish you himself. To show you some real discipline.

“What are you gonna do?” You ask finally, pulling away for a moment. Just for show really. Giving your most innocent doe eyed act in hopes of even a smidge of pity from the officer.

He doesn’t buy it for a second.

He smiles and your heart skips a beat. You know by the look on his face that you’re in for a night. A week. Maybe longer.

You realize quickly that it isn’t a matter of what he was going to do to you. It was a matter of what he would refuse to do to you. No matter how hard you begged.

And judging by the arousal already seeping through your panties, he’d have you begging on your knees in no time.

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[cupcake669]

I NEED a HOTD au where Jace dies and THEN goes back in time to the day of her aunt's funeral

Now with knowledge from his previous life, he does everything in his power to try to stop the war between the blacks & greens.

Where does he start? With his uncle Aemond of course.

First he apologieses for the prank with the pig, then he prevents Luke from taking Aemond's eye and all in all, he just tries to be kinder to the boy.

His goal is to try to have a civil and not openly hostile relationship with his uncle but he might get more than he bargained for.

Because Aemond is kind of like a dog. He craves approval, appreciation and respect. Jace will give him compliments, he will save him from Luke's blade and he will never ever underestimate him.

Aemond responds to all that with fierce loyalty. He is still mean, still has a lot of issues but now he has one person he thinks he can depend on. Aegon wont be a good ruler, its an objective truth so supporting Jace is the sensible choice, really.

He fights with his nephew a lot, but now its more tongue and cheek, rather than deep cutting remarks and heavy punches.

Jace is a very calculating person in this au. He tries to be clever, he focuses on politics, he even goes to King's Landing to try to make connections in court. He thinks of everyone as a potential threat, so while he is all smiles and politeness on the outside, on the inside he is full of mistrust and awareness 24/7.

He does not trust Aemond. Because when push comes to show, the older man would choose the green's side over his bastard nephew's and no amount of kind words would change that...right?

There is that incident tho...when an assassin tries to kill Jace, Aemond saves him but this action costs him his eye.

Jace spirals. Are things actually changing or fate is showing him that no matter what he does, their story will end up the same as in his previous life?

[littleleelee]

New years kiss

Bro why the fuck aint there ANY for mihawks so far- im pissed.

so I'll do it for yall xd i have sum drafts for other characters, but i have shit to do so u get mihawk for now.

this is also kinda my first actual fic.. please spare me (┬┬﹏┬┬)

tw: Alcohol consumption (wine, ofc), Kissing (also ofc......) Sappy somewhat? overstimulated reader! *Loud sounds*, major fluff n cuddles bc ya buds touch starved, but also angsty? Gn reader ~being lover, dearest, partner, S/O, reader, and You/your

Word count: 1370! Damn-

It had been... a year, for the Dracule's. Mostly with the formation of The Cross Guild. When the warlords where disbanded, Mihawk had considered leaving his lover at a completely different island somewhere, to keep them away from what problems the Guild could bring them. However convincingly, reader got to tag along Mihawks side. Reader reminded Mihawk of his vows to his S/O,

"Through water and blood, I vow that I shall do whatever it takes, to keep you by my side. Even if the world truly turns upside down, you are not leaving my side".

Reader wasn't entirely expecting... buggy of all people. Reader preferred to stay away from buggy at all costs if Mihawk wasn't around (which mihawk greatly used as an excuse when he could). The both of them agreed to try and stay away from the... rowdier parts of the Big top ship. Which sadly was everywhere. The year was coming to an end and every breathing thing on the ship was screaming. Mihawk and reader had settled in the not small, but decent sized room they were given when they had arrived. Mihawk was enjoying a vintage, he had already drunk half of his bottle without realizing, and when he did finally notice, his attention had flicked to his lover, who was laying net to him on their bed.

Mihawk thought you were asleep, however his Haki told him otherwise. You were most definitely not asleep as you looked. He couldn't decide whether to say something, or to gently touch you, till you said something. "I can feel you staring, you a-also haven't flipped a page; for a w-while." reader said, tone shaken an unfocused. Which was HIGHLY, unlike your character. Mihawk looked to his book, which was now on the nightstand then back to his lover next to him. Sighing, he placed the empty wine class on his nightstand, and turned over to place a gentle grasp at your hip.

You flinched, swiftly bringing your hands to your ears before you stopped, Mihawk didn't take his hand away, instead turning you to your other side to meet him face to face. Your eyes were red from rubbing them, making them heavily glassy with unshed tears. "My Dearest, what has you so riled up like this?" his tone softer than normally, his face as flat as ever, tho you could notice the subtle differences that made his question genuine.

You meet his gaze has his hand moved from your hip, softly rubbing up and down your arm. Your voice shaky, "I-... it's the-" before you could finish a series of loud pops had echoed through the ship all the way to your shared room. You flinched once more, however much stronger than before. Your hands completely holding your ears down, with your knees now completely at your torso. Mihawks eyes slightly widened, his expression shifting slightly as a vein curved itself in his hairline, clenching his jaw he breathed through his noise and pulled himself closer to you wrapping himself tightly around you.

Reader first shifted at this, unsure. However, quickly they clung around their Husbands neck, burying their face into his pulse point. Their heavy breathing becoming more noticeable, and uneven. Mihawk brought a hand to caressing the back of their head, running his fingers through their hair. Shushing them, holding them as reader had done for him. He thought back thought the year, how many times reader had held and stayed by his side when he was drained or wasn't in the mood for anything. His S/O had always been there, but he couldn't recall a time where he was the one comforting reader, he could remember moments where they would seem off, however. Voice cracked, eyes red and puffy. These thoughts were interrupted by another loud crash, causing the reader in mihawks arms to startle.

"Hush.... my love, they won't last much longer." Mihawk stated as he held you tighter. You just nodded, still pressed against his neck. Mihawk honestly... had no clue how to approach you, he had so many questions he wanted to ask you. However, it didn't seem an appropriate time for such questions. he could hear a rough countdown happening outside...

"30.. 29.. 28!!"

Mihawks hand that was in your hair was now perched on your chin, tilting you too meet his golden stare as his other hand pulled you slightly away, you sniffled as you tilted your head in confusion.

"24,, 23,, 22"

"My dearest. I may not be... the most emotional human, I may not be as affectionate either. But it doesn't mean I don't know what they are, and I can tell somethings bothering you, and it has been for a while, am I correct?"

"20,, 19,, 18!!"

you stared at him, face red and puffy, you didn't know how to respond, yes, he was right, but what- why bring it up? Mihawk had just nodded, lips slightly tearing from their straight line, to a very small, unnoticeable to an untrained eye frown.

"16,, 15,, 14"

"For years, not even just this one, you have seen every bit of me. Even the parts I didn't entirely know I could express, you've been there for me, yet you have-not allowed me to aid you in your moments of distress, of need". God, his emphasis and tone on the last word. Youd think he was angry with you. or maybe even drunk...

"12,, 11, 10!!!"

Everything got so much louder. your unshed tears started to pour out, " And that isn't even the start. You act like everything is fine, never letting me help. You can't keep this up, not with what's going on around us now." he won't let up, his voice is starting to speed up. He doesn't do that.

"8,, 7,, 6"!!

"My fire and flood, love and dearest, I will not allow you to shed your tears alone, to carry this burden and mine on your shoulders alone. We vowed, to share these burdens together, had we not?" he's speaking even faster now, face lax, but concerned. You have been just staring at him, unable to form words at this. How easily, he could read you like his usual books.

"5, ,, 4 ,, , 3!!"

your tears were like rivers, pouring from your eyes, down your cheek to the sheets below you. Mihawks grip on you had tightened so significantly that you thought he was going to leave a bruise in the morning.

"If I could have just one wish, for another year with you, my dearest. Please. allow me to hold and sooth you, as you have me for years on end." His voice was cracked, he leaned in and stole whatever words you were going to say.

"2, , 1!!"

"HAPp-"

All the noise was drowned out. Mihawks lips pressed to yours, unlike the swift and soft ones he usually gave you. No, this one was different. As his tounge prodded at your lower lip, the kiss developed into a passionate, deep, loving one. The conjoining of lips locking was so different than what you were used too, but you didn't care. you craved love like this for so long, your not letting this go so fast.

Mihawk finally lets reader and him breath, placing his forehead against his lovers. "i-im sorry..." reader squeaked out, again... again... and again. Mihawk pulled them back against his chest. but they wouldn't stop saying it. Sorry, sorry, S o r r y. Why was his dearest sorry? "You have done nothing wrong, love;" he assures the babbling wreck in his neck. "; but please... can you promise me, you'll let me closer? let me help... when I can." he pleads with his reader.

Reader doesn't let up, they refuse to take their face out of mihawks neck, arms tightly around his torso. "I. c-can't promise, bu-ut I can Try." That was more than enough for Mihawk, he would have to plan accordingly for situations in the morning. but for now....

He and his dearest reader deserved some rest tonight. For Tomorrow was the start of a new day, a new year. one of unknown pain. So tonight, while they can, they enjoy the peace they do have.

~Fin~

YAHHHOOOOOOO my damn its 3am currently- i just had to get this out xd i hope it suffices as a good fic- ive never written one b4 so im just babbling qwp Headers found on google, thank you so much for reading <3

if there are any pronoun mistakes lmk.. im pretty sure there aint tho..

[dangermousie]

Pre-Joseon Sageuks: a Biased and Incomplete List

So, as promised way earlier, a post on pre-Joseon sageuks that I’ve either watched or plan to watch so am aware of them. I am sure there are others but here is what I got. Obviously my takes on them are subjective blah blah blah.

Jumong - arguably the Daddy of all Traditional Sageuks, this one ran for over 80 episodes and had insane ratings. It follows the rise of the mythical founder of Gogureyo tho it takes fantastical elements of his story and changes them for historically plausible ones. It’s very long and very meaty and politics/battle heavy and has a large cast of complex characters (including pretty nifty women and a LGBTQ supporting OTP) but it is anchored by the incredible performance of Song Il Gook as the titular character as he slowly but believably grows from nothing to a hero if at the cost of losing his marriage.

The King of Tears Lee Bang Won - this is basically a half and half beast as (you can tell by the title), it’s set in the last days of Goryeo and early days of Joseon. The time period covered is the same as in My Country and Six Flying Dragons, but this is the most traditional take of them all, even more so than 6FD. Not a single pretty face in the cast (tho Joo Sang Wook is a mighty fine man, emphasis on “man”), this is for the real fans of traditional sageuks. I enjoyed it a lot but if you want to check out pre-Joseon sageuks but have mainly watched youth sageuk stuff before, you should probably start with another drama on this list.

The Great Seer - set in the reign of King Gongmin, the last proper king of Goryeo (his son King U is technically the very last but there are questions as to his status), this is for those of you who want to watch Ji Sang in a sageuk. It’s centered around seers but don’t expect mysticism, this knuckles down to politics.

Shin Don - hi there, another story set in the reign of King Gongmin! From the title, you can tel it centers heavily on the powerful monk who ruled for the King at one point. This has been on my to-watch list forever because this appears to devote a decent chunk of its time to Gongmin X Noguk and I am dying for a proper drama for those two. This is from 2005 so if you do watch, keep that in mind in terms of visuals etc. That cast is lit!

Bicheonmu - this is sort of cheating because it’s pretty much set in China but it involves Koreans so. It’s a drama take on the same story told in a pretty awesome movie. Tragic love, battles, young Joo Jin Moo etc. i am very fond of it. This said, find and watch the Chinese version, Korean one was shredded.

The Iron Empress/Empress Cheon Chu - set in Goryeo, this was another of women ruler centric dramas that had a mini popularity peak in late 00s/early 10s (a trend I wish continued.) it got overshadowed by Queen Seonduk but by all accounts is a solid drama. It’s on my list but I haven’t watched it yet.

The King’s Daughter, Soo Baek Hyang - by the writer of The Rebel and My Dearest. Have I got your attention? Another woman centric ruler tale set in Baekje. Yes, there is a love story. That cast is great, to boot. I have started and liked what I’ve seen but got sidetracked. Need to get back to it. Before you look at the ep number and faint seeing the number 108, keep in mind that the eps are half an hour long so it’s an equivalent of a normal 54 ep sageuk so if you can watch eg Empress Ki, you are good with this.

My Country: The New Age - Lee Bang Won but make it gay. OK, I kid, sort of (not really) but this is smart and passionate and heartbreaking. If you want a wide scope or lots of politics, probably not a take for you (Six Flying Dragons is RIGHT there), but if you want an intense, emotional tale, come right in!

Six Flying Dragons - to me, this is THE drama about Lee Bang Won. It’s smart and emotional, deals with politics and has heart. It has a large cast of characters I got invested in, OTPs that will blow your mind etc etc.

Faith/The Great Doctor - if you are a fan of old school shoujo like Red River, Basara or Fushigi Yuugi, this or Moon Lovers are your best bet on this list. A time traveling tale with other fantasy elements about a modern day plastic surgeon who ends up being kidnapped into Goryeo during the early days of King Gongmin’s (hi!) reign by a tormented, oath bound warrior played by Lee Min Ho at his hottest (and playing historical General Choi Young. Do RPS at your pleasure), this one is one of my all time favorites.

Seodonyo/Ballad of Seo Dong - I am actually currently watching this one tho I haven’t been posting about it. Set in both Baekje and Silla, this is an angsty love story with a side of politics. It’s filmed in 2005 and looks accordingly but if you don’t mind dated visuals, this is pretty great!

Emperor of the Sea - set in Silla and Tang, this was a huge hit and deservedly so. Our protag is a slave and gladiator and a great naval hero. This is grim and smart and epic. It’s from 2004 so once again, if dated visuals are no-go, skip, but if you want a great story and performances, this has your name on it.

The Kingdom of the Winds - an epic cursed prince narrative, our ML (Song Il Gook at his sexiest) rises from abandoned prince and slave and abused assassin to general, royal and king, sparing time for an angsty delicious love story with an enemy princess. This has serious sageuk bits AND the best shoujo tropes in the business, plus enough whump to keep anyone happy.

Gye Baek - Lee Seo Jin, another sageuk stalwart, stars as the title character in this tale of a Baekje commoner, war slave and general. This is grim but glorious.

Soldier/God of War - this is a traditional war-centric sageuk and grim as hell. Another slave to general tale.

King Geun Chu Go - this is on my watch list; it’s about a warrior king of Baekje. Haven’t seen it but heard good things.

Ja Myung Go - smart and unrelentingly tragic, featuring Jang Ryeo Won and Jung Kyung Ho as doomed lovers and Park Min Young in an evil role, this is great and has deeply flawed characters in the very definition of doomed by the narrative tale.

Arthdal Chronicles - this is obviously a fantasy but the tale of prophesied twins, magical priestess, wars and mysticism is clearly set in a pre-Joseon in terms of aesthetics world.

Alchemy of Souls - like Arthdal this is pure fantasy but also like Arthdal, a lot of its styling is pre-Joseon so on this list it goes.

Moon Lovers/Scarlet Heart Ryeo - ok I think if people have heard of only one drama on this very long list, it’s probably this one. Modern time traveling heroine ending up during the reign of Goryeo’s King Taejo, in the middle of his sons’ fight for the throne, having an epic but doomed romance with shoujo catnip tortured bad boy Lee Jun Ki.

Shine or Go Crazy - if you want a more historical take on Moon Lovers succession fight but still with plenty of hotness, angst and doomed romance, come right in. This baby stars Jang Hyuk, so you know it’s bound to be good. I actually started it and enjoyed it but got sidetracked. Need to get back to it. Fun fact: while Moon Lovers was hugely popular internationally, domestically Shine or Go Crazy (they aired around the same time), did much better.

The Legend/The First King’s Four Gods - for a long time this was my favorite kdrama of all time and is still probably in my top 10. Ignore the odd first episode, the rest is perfection. Expensive and wonderfully written, this was Bae Yong Joon’s last drama before he retired to rest on his pile of money (if you are young, you probably don’t remember what a big deal he was, bigger than all the Hallyu stars nowadays put together. He basically was singlehandedly supporting the kdrama industry at one point), but what a worthy way to go out. It’s an epic Goguryeo fantasy tale of a prophesied prince coming into his own, with such amazing characters and relationships and OTPs and battles and points about destiny versus free will. It is everything and I kinda want to rewatch now.

The Blade and The Petal/Sword and Flower - ostensibly a star-crossed Gogureyo love story, this really is more about politics. It’s a mixed bag. The visuals are insane but Uhm Tae Woong, while always solid in modern dramas, is out of place in a sageuk (in QSD Kim Nam Gil stole his thunder; there is nobody to do so here but that doesn’t help him.)

Queen Seon Duk - probably the most famous entrant into female power sageuks, this was a mad hit and centered on the titular character’s rise to power and fight for the same with her female nemesis Mishil. If you want love stories, angsty fighter Bidam propelled Kim Nam Gil to stardom as he stole the leading man mantle from Uhm Tae Woong.

Empress Ki - currently rewatching this. It’s set in the waning days of Goryeo but takes place mainly in Yuan. Still, the FL is Korean and a lot of the story revolves around one of her suitors’, a deposed Korean king, attempts to get his land back. As you can tell by my rabid posts, this is a great drama - politics, romance (I ship FL and the Yuan emperor like mad), murder, dysfunction and everything good.

Hwarang - it’s so brain dead it might as well be a brain-eating amoeba in drama form but it did give us both Park Hyung Sik and Park Seo Joon before they made it big in drama world. It’s terrible tho, stay away.

River where the Moon Rises - I have such a love/hate relationship with this drama - I loved the beginning, with our tormented assassin heroine slowly being warmed by the loyal rustic ML with his own trauma. And then Ji Soo’s bullying scandal happened and he was replaced by Na In Woo, aka the actor I like least from any country in all my close to two decades of watching dramas. I tried but I simply couldn’t and I am still mad. This said, if you don’t share my NIW allergy, it’s probably worth a watch.

The Great King’s Dream - if you liked QSD and can’t get enough of the period but want an even more traditional tale, you can do worse than this drama. I liked what I saw but this baby is 70 eps and lacks Bidam so I peaced out. Maybe I will get back to it sometime, but probably not.

Jeong Do Jeon - as you can tell by the title, centers on JDJ and the last days of Goryeo. Not really my bag (time period been done plenty in other dramas and I don’t have that much interest in JDJ) but supposed to be solid.

My Only Love Song - a short silly mess but still probably better than River (which tells the same story) because it doesn’t have NIW.

King Gwanggaeto the Great - 92 eps. I can’t!

The King Loves - delicious love triangle (that goes ALL ways), angst, prettiness, a side of bodyguard romance. What’s not to love in this Goryeo tale?

ETA: this post was so long that when I tried to tag every drama I mentioned, tumblr told me you hit the tag limit of 30 tags no more tags for you. Oh well, sorry dramas that ended up I tagged!

[omghallucinations]

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YEEEES

know you got me thinking I would pay to meet all of them just to give me love advice just to have a laugh tbh cause they be looking like this 🤡 like I love y’all but I’ve already read your birth charts to know all the clownery behind those words , especially Mingi, Yunho and San, oh San such a baby boy but at what cost . I feel like Jongho is the only one that can give me a concrete advice and I’d still have my doubts 😭

dude san is SUCH a mess like.... I got an ask about wooyoung and san's attitudes towards relationships like I did mingi and yunho and even before I really get into it san is... a MESS. a HOT MESS. a love bomber WHO MEANS EVERY WORD at least when he is saying it, like can you imagine 🙈 genuinely I was like "...nvm" when I read his chart, he got a gemini (me) RUNNING

(that said i bet it would still work on me for a minute 🙃 he's a charming motherfucker AS WELL AS a disaster ok!!)

I fully agree with jongho (some doubts, less than the others). i actually bet if he is being serious wooyoung gives good advice (that he would never ever ever ever take himself lmao)--talk like an advice columnist act like crazy 😭

In order of how good their relationship advice is I feel like... (according to me, an air sun water moon uranus heavy on my venus so take that into account)

wooyoung (as long as u don't look at all at his own actions or attitude towards himself, terrible, but he has really high emotional intelligence when it comes to other people)

jongho (realistic, kind of harsh)

... I guess all the other cancer moons??? actually idk I don't trust any of these bitches... maybe not, maybe hongjoong actually... sure, hongjoong (smart, realistic, bit intense tho, LOVES simply LOVES to be the person asked for advice (will never admit this) lowkey loves the drama (also will not admit this) so he wants all the deets and will remember something u mentioned in passing 3 months ago)

seonghwa (severe doubts about some of his judgment but he is very empathetic and understanding and will encourage u so you will feel better after)

yeosang??? yunho??? yeosang is only medium engaged in the conversation tbh and yunho like... toss a coin he might have #1 tier advice one day and then #8 the next imo, hard to predict

let's put them at a tie

mingi (absolutely terrible judgement)

san (delusional)

can't believe I'm ranking san below mingi... truly he is not acquainted with reality... sweet boy very romantic truly believes his own bullshit but like... that advice would be so horrible 😬 so embarrassing 😬 so cheesy 😬 help...

[stuck-in-the-ghost-zone]

U MADE IT THROUGH THE BEHEMOTH FIGHT!!!!!!!!! giving u blanket & choccy milk etc. it is an Arc!! not as bad as the s9 n stuff imo. but.its heavy. so much fucking happens. man. at least chevalier isn't dead. anyway if u have any thoughts on the All Of It u know im always curious!! but also just celebrating with u!!! yeaaa wahoo arc 25 time :]]]

SO MUCH STUFF HAPPENED THERE I DONT EVEN KNOW WJERE TO FUCKING STAAAART MAN. holy shit. God. fuck. okay. regent. first of all. what the fuck man. I thought for sure he was about to have a whole arc coming up what with Heartbreaker apparently pushing his way into BB !!!! FUCK!!! I hope imp kills his ass so badly. taylor is once again put in a position where she feels like she's betraying the undersiders trust what with the video being posted online. god. I really really hope they don't take that out on her. that situation just felt so fucking dire from start to finish. I KNEW some people weren't gonna get out of there alive but... goddamn. forces were fucking decimated. I know there's a boost in public perception considering the fact that behemoth is FUCKING DEAD but at the same time like.... how the hell are they gonna recover from this. I mean. whatever they've done it countless times before apparently but. man. nothing compares to the feeling of dread immediately following reading an endbringer attack. fuck.

HEY??? SCION ACTING ON HIS KILL ORDERS BTW. FUCK ME UP. OHHHH U KNOW IM THINKING ABT THIS SO HARD. why the fuck did it take him so long to get there? what was he DOING. he finally acted on his kill orders. fuck. I csnt even put my thoughts abt this into words apparently im just fucking speechless over it. you're telling me he had this capability the whole time. God. what else is he gonna do. kind of holding out for a scion mad god arc or something. idk. man. it feels like the foundations of the world have fucking shifted .

also!!!!!!!! EXTREMELY delighted to know golem was theo this whole time !!!!!!! I've been dying 2 see theo again and I'm SO excited he's golem specifically because HE DID SO MUCH IN THAT FIGHT. HE DID SO MUCH. HE WAS HUGE. his big hands were one of the biggest things slowing down behemoth I'm so proud of him. I'm so ridiculously attached to this kid apparently even tho I know something terrible is probably gonna happen to him. can't wait to see how he helps bring about the apocalypse. really glad he's on a wards team and not a villain. that just makes me happy :]

uhhhhhh bringing this full circle thinking about the undersiders now. bow the hell are they gonna cope with regents loss. badly I bet. pretty good it doesn't seem. predictions i think brian is going to have a bad relapse with his trauma, imp is gonna go murder revenge arc on heartbreaker, tattletale is going to try to hold things together but not be good at it, Rachel is going to live on the other side of the portal with her dogs and be also bad at coping with things. idfk. still extremely emotional over that shot of rachel and taylor sleeping in the helicopter though. man. huge wolfspider w but at what cost. somethingsomething taylor telling her to be with imp while she copes w regents death even if she doesn't say anything her presence is still good. cut to rachel being there for her in the aftermath of everything and letting her fall asleep. and trusting her enough to also fall asleep. feeling a big type of way about that. fuck all the plot stuff im thinking about my bug dog yuri now

[chubbyregulus]

close quarters j/s/r ooooOOooh?

for this wip ask game :)

omg i have been working off and on on this fic for like an embarrassingly long time 😅 i think we’re up to 5k and i feel like it’s still barely the beginning - but in my mind it’s a one shot even tho it keeps growing and i keep integrating new elements

the elevator pitch is as follows: modern muggle AU, james, sirius and regulus are flying back to london on the same fully booked flight. james has both a fat fetish and an incest kink and he ends up sitting between the obese and massively codependent black brothers.

originally, i was only planning to cover the flight itself and james internally combusting over how hot the black brothers are, but since starting writing it’s grown to include a few sections about societal/structural fatphobia, as well as a post flight meeting where james sorta integrates into the brothers’ relationship once they’re back in london. 

also, when i started writing this, siri and reggie were mostly platonic, codependent and kinky but not romantic/sexually involved, basically like how they are in perfect boy. but i had grown a little frustrated with the promise i made starting pb that they wouldn’t actually kiss/fuck, and so while working on this fic no such promise has been made so i can make them as incestuous as i want 😈

i’m really excited to write a full j/s/r ot3 where they’re all super into each other, but i get inspiration for this fic maybe once every two months, so i have no idea when i’ll finally actually finish it 😭

snippet of the first few paragraphs:

“We’re so sorry sir, there’s nothing we can do,” the lady at the gate check-in said, brows furrowed sympathetically. “The flight’s completely full.”

Sirius looked over to his brother who was still sitting at the back of the golf cart they had been driven to the gate in. Neither of them were up for walking long distances these days, so it had just been the logical thing to do, but looking at it as an outsider, Sirius was suddenly struck by just how fat they really were. Both of them needed their own row in the golf cart to sit comfortably, Regulus especially. They both had huge, heavy, soft bellies, rolls of fat that mounded on their laps, bottoms that spread out and took up space, so much space. Sirius was slightly out of breath after the physical effort it took to walk to the check in gate. Sirius could see Regulus struggling to get at the bag of fast food Sirius had left on his seat, because of course they had asked the golf cart driver to stop and get them fries and burgers and nuggets, of course they had. 

This was what the person that would be sitting between them for a 7 hour flight would see. 

Sirius could hear the complaints already, and he was already mentally preparing for all the crying he’d have to comfort Regulus through once the flight was over. 

Normally, if they had to fly, Sirius made sure to book out an entire row, but funds were low this year, they’d flown out to America for a weaponry convention, which was already ridiculously expensive, not to mention all the extra baggage fees, so as a hopeful effort to save costs, Sirius hadn’t booked the middle seat this time, hoping no one would take it. 

Lesson learned to not trust that. 

“Understood,” Sirius said, trying not to be short with the desk person, it wasn’t her fault after all. “Can you at least call the other person up, so I can warn them. I don’t want to have to deal with it once we’re settled, you know?”

She looked like she was going to deny him, it probably wasn’t protocol, but her gaze drifted behind Sirius to where Regulus was, still trying to get at the bag, and having little success moving his body into the right angle. She pursed her lips and picked up the intercom. “Will James Potter please come to the gate 23 for Flight 961 to London Heathrow, James Potter to gate 23.”

“Thank you,” Sirius stressed to her, and he stepped to the side, sinking down in the nearest chair (god bless the USA and their extra wide handicap seats) to wait for this James Potter guy. Hopefully he wasn’t a twat.

Sirius watched in amusement as Regulus finally succeeded in contorting his body enough to reach the bag of Sirius’ food. Sirius had purposefully left it in a slightly difficult to reach spot because Regulus’ appetite was out of control these days, like he just had to be eating all the time. Sirius loved indulging his brother, more than was probably good for either of them, but he had been looking forward to finishing the rest of his burgers and fries. 

Ah well…

[ravenbirdyyz]

lava lamp

paring: oblivious!gerard way x drug addict!user

summary: surroundings are bright and colourful your insides feel like jello, more a lava lamp to be exact, will gerard realise and help?

warnings: drug use, self harm, angst, needles, getting high, smoking, weed, bad Spelling, use of y/n, mention of puke.

A/N: hai!!! this is my first post on tumblr. minors dni!! this includes heavy angst and drug use everyone experiences stuff differently! I have never done drugs so it isn't perfect. I am writing my about me as you read this x_x . you: purple. gerard: red. other: green.

Gerard had gone out with frank a few minutes ago giving you the chance to get high before he came back home.

as soon as you heard his car pull out of the driveway you perked up from your spot on the couch and ran to yours room.

scavenging through your drawers to find your stash, you found the ziplock bag and pulled it out. you had what looked like about 4 ounces of weed left. you grabbed it and put it all in your grinder deciding you would get more later.

grabbing the paper as you finished grinding your leftover stash and rolling it into a cigarette. you walked into the bathroom ang locked the door and opening the windows, you grabbed a lighter and lit the cigarette before taking a drag. the smoke filling your lungs before you blew it out and coughed.

immediately feeling relaxed after your second drag. as you put it out you let the smoke go outside the windows before leaving the bathroom and walking to your backyard, giggling at the birds eating the seeds you left out earlier.

you felt hungry. so you went to go get food. what tho? a sandwich, bag of chips? oh I know! leftover pasta from yesterday. you only had to reheat it. you grabbed it from the fridge and put it in the microwave for 8 minutes. accidentally pressing the 1. 18 minutes you didn't realise and went to sit down and watch TV.

it had been a while and you smelt something burning and saw smoke coming from the microwave. you got up and opened the microwave door. it was burnt.

you groaned and immediately felt upset. deciding to just eat a bag of chips. you sat in your room after eating them. you felt exhausted and passed out on the bed. waking up after who knows how long.

finding gerard still wasn't home you felt even more upset. "is he cheating on me?" "he said he would be home soon!" "am i good enough for him" before you knew it. you found yourself standing in front of the mirror insulting yourself.

. . .

you broke down as you stared at yourself. blade in hand. your arms bleeding. filled with cuts. trying to stop the bleeding but you just made the cuts deeper. you dropped the blade. you fell to the floor. ravaging through under the bathroom sink for your needle. you know you washed it the last time you used it.

you had the needle in your arm. injecting the heroine into your bloodstream. you felt nauseous. you laid down and stared at th3 ceiling. everything was colourful and bright. you barely heard the front door opening and gerard calling your name.

"y/n! are you asleep?-"

he froze at the bedroom door as he saw you laying next to a needle. fresh cuts on your arm with dried blood. staring at the ceiling. he walked over to you and sat you up. you finally realised him and felt shocked

"you told me you stopped.."

"I'm sorry."

"I- I'm. I'm staying with frank..while you sort yourself.. out"

"gerard- wait-"

you heard the front door open and close and his car drive off. you grabbed your phone and called your dealer.

"I need alot more. at least 30 ounces."

"that's enough to last you a week? and it's going to cost alot."

"I need it. how much is it."

"550."

"shit..alright"

. . .

who knows how long it's been, since you downed nearly 2 bottles of alcohol. injected yourself with the heroine. you laid on your floor. getting lost in yourself.

it was all too much, the white powder left on your bench for who knows how long. the spoon, lighter, the needle laying somewhere in your house. the headaches the next morning, the alcohol bottles left broken, or empty around yours and gerards your apartment.

you had to face it. he left. because of you. your addiction. you knew he wasn't coming back anytime soon. or was he?

you barely heard the front door open and gerard appear from the hallway. he stared at you in shock. you didn't know what was happening, you couldn't see, your breathing was erratic.

the last thing you heard was your name being screamed.

Gerards pov.

i finally had left franks house to go check on y/n it had only been maybe 3 days since I left for them to figure themselves out. bad decision gerard.

as I pulled into the driveway and got out, locking the car, grabbing my key. damn key never worked. I jabbed it into the door and pushed it open.

silence. dead silence

I walked down the hall too the kitchen, seeing a mess on the bench then a mess on the floor. . . then a pale looking y/n. oh.

the mess, the needles, the powder on the tip of their nose, the gross smell of vomit lingered. before my eyes fell to your face.

Oh. My. Fucking. God

their face. it was so pale. cheeks sucked in. hair was a mess. a puddle of drool beneath them. oh God. the foam. it was a unsettling sight. greenish gray foam falling out of their mouth.

"what the fuck happened here?"

I couldn't stare any longer. I knew they were in pain. I grabbed my phone and dialed 000/911.

"oh God it's horrible. please hurry"

I left my phone on the bench, I rushed to y/ns side. so unsettling, but I couldn't handle staring at my partner. who looked half fucking zombie I should've never left them alone.

it had been a few minutes before the sirens came into ear distance, the front door opened and the people took them, they would be fine, right? right.

. . .

it had been weeks. at least and you were still passed out on the hospital bed. until late at night gerard got a phone call. you had finally woken up.

gerard immediately got out of bed, snatching the keys and running outside. locking the front door and hopping in his car. trying not too speed, it felt like hours (15 minutes) before he arrived, he parked and got out the car, rushing to the hospital doors, buying a visitor ticket and getting in elevator.

he dreaded as he walked towards your room. he pushed the door open and saw the once again, unsettling scene before him. you were hooked up to wires. tubes going down your nose, leading down your throat. he felt sick knowing it was partly his fault.

your eyes widened and tried speaking but nothing came out. these dumb tubes. you kept trying.

"n-ot. your- fault..please- com-e 'ere.."

the rest of the day was filled with hugs, and sobs.

hurrah I hope this was good for a first time post!! let me know if u want a part 2 :3

[mcverse]

Can you please do one Neteyam x Metkayina!reader (aged up, course) where it's something like, before coming to Metkayina clan, he loved this girl but didn't get to be with her even tho she loved him back, so when he came to Metkayina, the reader started to like him a lot, and but he didn't (just had feelings but is dumb to realise) and he gave her mixed signals and all made her fall more but then when she finally confessed he told her he don't have feelings for her. So she was heartbroken, tried to avoid him at all cost. Then she started being the old her making a little more new free and tried dating. And then... Yk, jealousy jealousy~~ well, something around this storyline, you can change it too if you want, but heavy angst with a toe curling smut at the end (happy ending of course, i am too weak at heart to be sad). And if you take this request, then thanks a lot!!!!!

Angst. Makes. Me. So. Happy.

Idon think it’s good for my heart though….