#even though it does really work. I just really don't like it

[madlori]

We've all seen this cartoon a thousand times and I'm always struck by how relevant and accurate it is.

Lemme share my own Quartz moment.

My degrees are in organic chemistry. When I was doing my undergraduate research project, my mom asked me what it was about. My mother is a smart woman but has zero science education.

I thought, okay, start simple. So I drew this:

I opened my mouth to start talking about the project and she stopped me and said:

"What do those lines mean?"

I just sat there mute, utterly wrong-footed. This is a totally reasonable question, but to me, it was like I'd written a word and she'd asked me what the letters meant. This notation (standard molecular drawing notation) is so second nature to me that it's every bit as natural as writing English.

I had not fully appreciated how far I'd need to downshift to explain this. A friend of mine on the same project was asked to give a talk to a group of non-science folks about what we were doing and she made slides with overlays to let them know what the notation means.

The above notation is shorthand for this:

The lines are bonds. The single line is a single bond, the double line is a double bond (well...in benzene technically each bond is 1.5 bonds but this is the usual way it's drawn even though it's not really accurate). Each corner is a carbon atom. We don't draw the carbon atoms unless we're calling attention to them, and we leave off the hydrogens entirely unless they're significant for some reason, they're just understood to be there.

None of this would be obvious to someone who's never taken chemistry. But I had to remind myself of this, and my mom's question knocked me for a loop for a second.

We got it sorted out.

This really becomes an issue when there are news events having to do with science. Vaccines come to mind. People have HEARD of DNA, but they've barely heard of RNA, and even if they have, most don't understand it, or what it does or what it means. There was a lot of effort put into making analogies and cartoons and other tools to help explain how an mRNA vaccine works, but too many people still hear it and think SCARY.

And don't get me started on those "if you can't pronounce the ingredients, don't eat it" idiots with their naturalistic fallacies and woo-woo pseudoscientific snake oil bullshit YES I TAKE IT PERSONALLY.

[pyromaniacbibliophile]

mwahahaha doing this because literally no-one asked hehe

One was barely an adult, holding up horses on a dirt road to pay the rent. The other had just cast away his identity to join the Officers of Law, and was sent to patrol the town border. They met, both masked, shots fired. One escaped, the other made excuses to his boss. Both thought about the other for the next week.

The above kind of indicates, but since they were about 18. Beforehand they had seen each other around town, but that was the first conversation they had had.

Bandit thought Officer was too arrogant for his horse. Officer thought Bandit was nothing but a jumped up kid with a gun. Now Bandit thinks Officer is the funniest bastard ever to wear a mask, utterly stunning, and unreasonably loyal. Officer thinks Bandit is the most attentive person he's ever met, utterly stunning, and far too caring.

Due to the nature of their relationship, it would depend on who's asking. Saying that it's a friend who knows both of their identities and relationship- B would describe O as handsome, tall, and brown-eyed. He would say that O was far too devious for his profession, far too good for him, funny, charming, and happy. O would describe B as beautiful, looks incredible on a horse, eyes like the moon on the sea, like something out of a story, like a broken mirror. He would say that B was far too good at his job, confident in his self, healing, rightfully cocky, charismatic, and his love.

Personally yes. They are married, so very well. They know each other better than anyone else does, which means a lot to each of them as their respective jobs both require anomity. Their personalities fit together, and they've had chemistry since the day they met. Professionally yes but they'd both deny it, liars that they are. They're jobs require them to dislike each other, and even though they're laughing their heads off at home that afternoon, their professional characters are foes, albeit foes with far too much UST

Horses, guns, and each other. Yes to horses, especially on days off. Yes to guns, usually pointed at each other at work. and certainly yes to each other *ahem ahem*

Every day, as they are married. They usually meet in bed, in the kitchen, the living room, or at work.

Fairly well. They are rather prone to fist-fighting for a good hour or more after a disagreement, which actually works out well for both of them. Professional disagreement fights tend to lead to their bed, and then after a long sleep they've either entirely worked thing out or are in a good headspace to talk. Personal disagreement fights lead to the pub and conversations, followed by patching each other up, and moving on. It's not an advisable dynamic, i suppose, but it works out for them. At work they communicate with a made up sign language as well :)

A fairly healthy amount of Not Being Sane

One works for the law, and the other breaks it daily

Oh they absolutely are each other's foils. So much. It's basically police officer x criminal. One works day in, day out, to capture the other, and the other works as hard as he can to evade him.

So much affection. They are the worst for PDA, they will literally hang off each other when out, and it is rare you see them together not holding hands. Both are very prone to waving weapons and threats at anyone who either threatens or tries to seduce their partner. At home they cook together, read in silence curled up on armchairs, stargaze from the roof, go out drinking together.

So much. Professionally they never miss a moment to get a dig or an insult in at the other, they shittalk each other to their collegues, they threaten each other at gunpoint, pistols at dawn. death threats- you name it.

Yes and no- to become fabulously rich, build proper houses for everyone in town, retire together to the sea and run a resturant, live peacefully without juggling two identities. - no is really nuanced and i don't have the brainpower to type it right now.

Unequivalently. Completely. Without hesitation. They laugh about it but each of them would trust the other with their life. Why- because they revealed their anonymous identities to the other and they did nothing about it, because they've known each other longer and better than anyone else, because they've never betrayed the other despite having more than enough chances to.

They are not.

Yes, that of their identities and their relationship (Kinda). They don't mind it, know it's neccecary and that, but find it really fiddly not to reveal their identities by accident.

They. Are. Husbands. as permanent as it's going to get, here.

Yes. They like it how they are.

That time a few years ago on Fool's Day when no-one in the town was working, not even the police or the criminals. they dressed up in their best clothes, did their hair, looked immaculate, and went out for a walk along the river. Halfway along they got too hot, dived in, and wound up having a water fight for the majority of the afternoon, then trudged into the bar soaking wet, took their drinks home, and laid around until sunset in their underwear with their clothes drying on the roof. Oh, and their wedding.

The jagged, aching, bitter fight they had after revealing their identities to one another.

Bandit had trauma flashbacks one night. Will elaborate later.

They have many friends in town, but only one who knows who they both are- an old woman called Grandma, who fences all stolen material and sells it to the right buyers. She found out by accident, and six months later was the maid of honor/witness/best man at their secret wedding

ohohoho. See, in 'public' when their working, they act like sworn enemies. Pure, unrivalled hate. When they're not, they act like any other married couple in love. At home they're what can only be described as an Old Married Couple. They bicker relentlessly, annoy the hell out of each other, and fall asleep saying i love you.

Far too many nuances to answer at two am

They'd have a whale of a time

To the end of the world. They would die, kill, and live for each other. They would march down to Hell Orpheus-style for each other, drink poison for each other romeo and juliet-style, live when everyone else around them is dead marisette-style. Anything.

Questions about two of your original characters about their relationship. Should work for friends/lovers/coworkers/enemies/etc, maybe not so much for family, but you're welcome to try!

How did they meet?

How long have these two characters known each other?

What were their first impressions of each other? How does that compare to their impressions of each other now?

How would they describe each other if asked? Physically? In personality?

Do they get along? Why or why not?

Do they have any shared interests/hobbies? Do they ever do these hobbies together?

How often do they see each other? Where do they usually meet?

How do they communicate with each other? Are there any recurring phrases or gestures unique to their relationship?

What is one quality they have in common?

What is one major difference between them?

Does one act as a narrative foil to the other? How so?

Do they have any affection for each other? How do they show it?

Do they have any disdain/contempt for each other? How do they show it?

Do they share the same goals in life?

Do they trust each other? Why or why not?

Is one of them keeping secrets from the other? Why? How would they react if the secret was revealed?

Are they keeping a secret together? How do they feel about that?

Do they view their relationship as temporary or permanent?

Are they satisfied with their relationship? Do they wish they were closer/more distant?

What is their best memory together?

What is their worst memory together?

When were they the most vulnerable with each other?

Do they have any mutual friends? Mutual enemies?

How do these two interact with each other in public versus in private?

If a stranger saw them together, how would they describe their relationship?

How would these characters react to being stuck in a small room with each other?

How far would they go for each other? Would they risk their own lives for each other?

[kaiser1ns]

#. A LONG-AWAITED DREAM

featuring 𝗷𝗶𝗻𝘂 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗶𝗱𝗼𝗹 𝗱𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗻!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

fluff + slight angst. you disappeared like a nightmare, but returned like a dream. he should forget you… but all he wants is to remember.

THE SHOOTING STAR you had been famous in the demon world many centuries ago. you were good at it, too good, flawless. maybe that’s why you were the favorite, a pawn polished till you stood alone, a weapon more than a somebody. but you made yourself disappear without a trace, leaving no one to remember you, not even the mighty demon king, who does little to recall someone who bears his mark.

you saw the sajas again. mostly because you were elbow-deep in demon guts at the time. yes, you, a demon, killing your own kind. the betrayal was heavy, just like the marks on your skin that you can’t erase, but you’ve long since cut ties with gwima and anything even mildly infernal. it’s been... what? two centuries? you stopped counting after ten years when you decided pretending to be human and saving souls was a better use of your immortality. it was long enough that even gwima doesn’t bother remembering you, not when he’s got new toys to parade around.

idol during the day, a soul-saving demon during the night.

you felt the energy of the five grim reaper boys, and panicked,  you ditched the scene, hiding in the shadows before any of them noticed. classic you, but the problem is, someone noticed you this time.

jinu. you have seen him before, or rather, you know him. of course, you do, since he’s older, technically your superior. he helped train you when you were just a newbie, back when your job description involved feeding souls to a gluttonous, egomaniacal demon king like it was a buffet. now he’s behind you. trailing like a lost kid at a mall who is crying for his mother, asking questions you didn’t ask for. 

“do you not hear him in your ear? do you not feel any shame, pain, regret?”

okay philosopher jinu, calm down. he wants to know how you did it. how you broke free from him, the one who wraps shame around souls like a curse masked as a vlessing. and you just want to know what the hell he’s doing here when his band is performing right after you. he’s cute, though. nostalgic, but you don’t have time for that. don’t have time for the past.

you blink, acting like you don't know what he's talking about.  "no, but i do hear the countdown to my performance in like... 30 seconds. so if you'll excuse me. see you, old man."

“excuse me? old man—hey!” he grabs your wrist like he forgot you're stronger than you look. your markings glow, purplish hues pulsing on your skin. eyes flashing gold from the sudden touch. you whip your head around, and that’s when he really sees you.

you look human, almost human. but your smile? oh, your smile screams devil in disguise. there’s something new in you, not darkness, but light. you smile like you tasted freedom and liked it. you have changed. his grip tightens, trying to keep you here, because he feels it, knows it. he remembers those eyes. they were made to take souls, but now… they burn with life.

“i’m not going anywhere, jinu” you say, calm and too perfect for someone with blood on their resume. “i’ll see you later, okay?”

he lets go, slowly, like something inside him just twists, and it wasn't from pain. it was something like the freedom he was seeking. he cleared his throat, shoved his hands into his jeans like he's a high schooler trying to look cool infront of his crush.

"break a leg then, sunbaenim," he mutters with a massive eye roll and a smirk that says i’m definitely going to bring this up again later.

“will do,” you wink, already walking off, refusing to glance back. “also say hi to the others, i’m sure abby misses me~”

MEMENTO MORI jinu watches you take the stage. the crowd erupts in screams and cheers the moment you appear. of course you have control here too. but it wasn’t built from doing dirty work, not anymore. not with blood on your hands or shame in your soul. you earned by rebuilding yourself.

he wants to forget everything; he wants his memories gone—burned, buried, erased. but you’re here now… have you always been here? have you always been more human than demon?

it’s like you died and were reborn. a wish from a shooting star, someone who escaped the endless maze, found the missing piece of the puzzle, and embraced their sins. he glances at his hands, and his own shame marks flicker in that same violet hue.

then you sing... and your voice? angelic. a complete betrayal of what you are. of what you used to be.

jinu clenches his fists and storms toward your dressing room. he doesn't know why he is doing something like this. as he enters, two familiar figures appear from the floor: a charming blue tiger and a three-eyed magpie bird, who is already wearing the tiger’s hat, again.

he pats the tiger’s head, and it purrs. then he pulls a blue envelope out of nowhere and places it gently into the tiger’s mouth. “wait for her, alright? she can resist me, but not you.” the tiger blinked, as it turned its head to the side, confused but listening and just going to fulfill the order. “be nice to her.”

and then he’s gone, off to prep for his performance.

GOTTA GO UNDER THE FULL MOON the show was over, and you kept killing it with your two new songs, “gotta go” and “full moon,” hit every note, every move, every soul, even the camera angle. don’t you love it when the cameraman knows how to do his job? give this man a rise. also the cover you chose? already trending, probably breaking the internet with edits. and the fans? oh, you adored them. pure, kind, unsuspecting humans, exactly the kind of souls you’d sworn to protect now, not harvest.

you walked into your dressing room, humming the last chorus under your breath, towel over your neck, heart still pounding, and you … freeze.

“did your master send you here?” you ask, staring at the unexpected visitors lounging on your couch like they are vips. a familiar blue tiger with big yellow eyes and a bird wearing the cat that was not his. “some habits never change, huh?” you kneel and scratch under the cat’s chin, it purrs like old times.

you missed them, only them. not him or the whole demon population. especially not the world you'd burned behind you.

then the cat padded forward and dropped something from its mouth. you blinked in surprise. a blue card? you picked it up and flipped it open.

“when the full moon rises, come see me.” – jinu

“is he out of his damn mind?!” you shouted, immediately followed by a guilty whisper after seeing how the two companions reacted. the cat blinks slowly, while the bird flaps twice in judgment. “sorry.”

you didn’t know why he wanted to see you. didn’t want to. what could he possibly want now? answers? closure? to poke at how you escaped? to ask again how you broke free from the grip of the demon king?

you don’t know, really don’t. it just happened.

all you remember is the hunter. the one who didn’t kill you. who saw your monstrous form and still spared you. who fought alongside you when you were still learning what it meant to want something other than power. maybe it was a blessing, or pure luck. maybe it was her.

you sighed, scribbled something on a small piece of paper, folded it neatly. “open,” you told the cat, and it obediently opened its mouth like a well-trained mailbox, as you tucked the paper in. “it was nice seeing you two. visit me next time without his creepy invitations, okay?”

except, you did end up going, because tonight was the full moon.

he’s sitting on a rock by the sea, waves crashing dramatically when you sneak up behind him. “nice spot. you come here often?” jinu screams, squealing like a little girl. “jeez, don’t do that ever again,” he groans, hand clutching his chest like the old man he is. “i was this close to becoming fish food.”

you laugh. can’t help it, because he’s the same even if he looks human. till handsome, still annoying. still... jinu.

"the moon’s beautiful tonight, isn't it?" he says, as you stand beside him, watching him gaze at the moon instead of looking at you. you hated how soft his features looked under the moonlight. hated that this felt right. then he turned to you, and like a coward, you looked away. it’s awkward. you both know what’s unsaid, both feel it burning beneath your skin like a song stuck on repeat. but you can’t say anything, not when gwima might still be watching.

so you talk about your career instead. your music, your fandom’s weird ship names with famous male actors. he seemed genuinely interested until he disappeared mid-sentence. you were smart enough to suspect something, just not fast enough to dodge the surprise wave of cold seawater he splashed on you from behind.

"what the hell—jinu?!" you yell, and he grins. "revenge is a dish best served wet."

“that’s not even how the saying goes!”

but you're already chasing him, splashing back, laughing like it’s 200 years ago and nothing even matters. knee-deep in the water, as you chase him while little cold waves hit your legs, and you laughed, he laughed harder. 

somehow, you ended up in his arms. you don’t know how you got in this position. giggles, flushed cheeks, eyes too close, lips too close. no need for words right now because your eyes are talking. the obvious three words feel special tonight. why is my heart beating so fast? when the full moon rises, you should give it all. it’s the perfect time for whispering love.

you're leaning in, so close. and then it struck. twelve o’clock. a silent bell tolled in your chest. you pulled away. what were you even thinking? you can’t be honest past this point.

his hands tighten just slightly. he doesn’t want to let you go. and you don’t either. but you have to. placing your hands on his chest, gently pushing him. he got the hint, and let you down, just like his hopes…like the dream he held for too long when it was just another illusion created to satisfy him for even a little while.

"i’m sorry, jinu..." he smiles. it doesn’t reach his eyes, and you see right through it. reaching for his hand, you squeeze it hard to reassure him it is going to be okay, but you are not the one to help him, you just can’t. "you’ll find your salvation. i promise."

and then you smile at him one more time before you vanish, teleporting when his hand reaches again for you, out of pure instinct, alas, you are already gone.

he stands alone under the moonlight, sea wind tousling his hair, eyes locked on the path of silver stretching across the waves. beyond that horizon, there’s another world out there where you meet again. there’s another world where you’re both free in his long-awaited dream.

BONUS cut to five saja boys sitting frozen on the couch in their dressing room. watching the tv with mouths wide open in shock, their souls leaving their bodies in slow motion. you’re on the screen, performing a cover of adult ceremony by park jiyoon. long and tight dress made of black silk, high heels ready to step on them. eyes glowing gold, lips tinted with red as the camera does a close-up and you wink. ending fairy style, the entire nation stops breathing. 

“did…did she just–” romance was too stunned to speak, and baby stole the remote from him. “shut up, and rewind it.” the saja boys are not okay. they’re in awe, terrified, fanboying. they need to collab with you immediately. but will you let them? will you let jinu be close to you once again?

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[sophie-frm-mars]

I think transfeminism has enough of a wide-ranging effect on how you see the world that sometimes people get a bit complacent and make it their whole thing and don't try to have any more political lenses to apply. idk, I've seen enough relatively comfortable white trans women who won't call themselves communists (or worse call themselves communists but don't even gesture towards organising), don't support Palestine and are pretty quiet on things like migrants' rights.

It's tricky because simultaneously transfeminism does give you a lot of insights into how the world works, specifically insights that are highly stigmatised by the rest of society, and that can really give you the feeling that you've Figured It All Out, but you can't actually liberate anyone just constructing the whole world in your head. It's also easy when you DO have other lenses to make them invisible to yourself by viewing the sites of solidarity as places where your transfeminist lens just naturally explains all the rest of politics. It doesn't though. There are plenty of white trans girls who are actively quite racist despite understanding gender and patriarchy quite well because they have fallen for racist ideas that only white people are progressive enough to support trans rights.

Anyway if you're white and transfem at least start by understanding we have maybe more in common with black cis women than with white cis women, and then go read some black feminism, because you'll see people who've figured out a lot of the same stuff as us and more from their othered gender position in patriarchy AND who haven't started moving like they invented sliced bread because of it

[idontknowmanijustlikereading]

Unique!AU: Habits/Urges

Alright, I can finally rope our dearest Rumi into this as well! Let's get into the habits and urges that arise with their funky genetics:

Starting with Rumi since I haven't included her much in this au yet. These are going to be post reveal btw, because my girl was deep in suppression before:

Rumi, anxious half-demon:

I have very much fallen for the "Rumi purrs, growls and is a walking mood ring" propaganda. She can also whine pathetically like a kicked puppy. It's just as effective as Zoey's puppy-dog eyes.

You want to really hear her purr? Gently take the braid out and scratch her scalp. Since both Mira and Zoey have sharp nails Rumi is in absolute heaven every time they do this. Which is just about always since they love hearing her purring.

Has the urge to "feel" Zoey and Mira's souls. She doesn't fully want to consume them as much as she just likes to kind of brush against them(don't ask me how this works idfk). They are offered on a silver platter to her at all times because of how much the other two trust her, so she kind of uses them like you would scented candles.

She does sometimes get cuteness/love aggression with this and feels the urge to just squeeze the souls until they're dust. This scares the shit out of her, to the point of isolation. Mira and Zoey have to coax her out of hiding with reassurances that, no, she's not a monster or a danger to them, she just loves them a lot.

(She obviously would never hurt either of them, but even the thought makes her want to vomit)

Is heat resistant, so she sometimes forgets to use oven mittens and just grabs it willy nilly. Mira was the first to see this and damn near had a heart attack.

Is constantly jump scaring Zoey with how quiet she is (She has not quite managed to bypass Mira's enhanced senses yet).

Once the secret is out, she does get into growl matches with Mira sometimes. Almost never over anything serious. Rumi sounds a bit like a tiger growling, but Mira sounds a lot more like a fucking dinosaur. The lizard bastard. Zoey likes to record them sometimes just for the growls(she thinks it's hot).

Fairly possessive over people she consider "hers". Doesn't like people getting too close to them or touching them. Always gets really guilty for the irrational anger she feels if these things happen. (The girls being "hers" is a given, but Bobby also falls into this category, just not in the romantic sense)

Because of the suppression of her demon side, there are constantly new things that she is discovering about herself. She and the girls keep note of everything.

Starts teething when her fangs are coming in. If the ache is mild, Mira and Zoey are more than willing "victims" of the teething, but if it's bad, she uses those baby toys.

Tends to perch on things like a gargoyle. Stays as still as one as well. The kitchen counter, the back of the couch etc.

Has perched on Mira's shoulders before, will do so again.

She likes the high ground(okay Obi-wan).

Has fallen asleep on Zoey while she was floating in he air. Imagine Rumi laying on her while Zoey is just flat in the air, stomach towards the ceiling. The image hopefully reminds you of a big-cat napping on a tree branch, limbs hanging loosely towards the ground and all that, completely conked out, because that's what I'm picturing.

Is a bit more nocturnal than a human, so she tends to nap throughout the day if they have things they need doing in the daylight.

Mira, resident half-dragon:

Hoarding. She does it to things she has an emotional attachment to instead of just money.

Every little thing that Rumi, Zoey and Bobby has gifted her has a place in her hoard. There are little notes of encouragement, some knick knacks, clothes that the other's thought would fit her(in general things that they got her when she wasn't with them, because it showed that they thought about her even tho she wasn't there)

She also kind of hoards people. This only extends to Rumi and Zoey, though.

She does not like when they are out of range for her senses. It makes her anxious and frays her nerves a bit. Prefers when they're all together and within reach. Kind of like a boarder Collie, she tends to herd them all together to the same space.

Has to be outside for a moment if it's raining/storming. Fucking loves the rain and how it feels on her skin and scales. She doesn't get sick from the cold, so the other two don't really have an excuse to drag her back inside(they like to watch how she shimmers and how pleased/peaceful she looks in the rain), unless they have other things going on.

Even then it's an uphill battle, with Zoey having to deploy her best puppy-dog eyes and Rumi whining at her until she folds and goes back inside. She will grumble about it and spitefully not use her water-abilities to dry herself before stepping back inside, dragging in half a river with her soaked hair.

Same goes for beach/pool-days. Mira will be more raisin than human/dragon by the time she gets out of the water.

Takes extremely long showers

She sheds her scales once in a while. The new scales grow under the old ones until the old ones are more stiff and fall off. Sometimes they don't fall off, though, and she has to get them off manually. Rumi and Zoey love helping with this, because they think it's really satisfying to peel them off. (Mira thinks they're slightly weird for this, but it feels nice and they seem so happy about it so she doesn't actually mind beyond a bit of light teasing.)

Once a scale is shed it's very solid, since it's old and no longer needs to be pliant for movement. It feels and looks a bit like metal. Pink metal, but metal nonetheless.

Rumi and Zoey noticed this and fucking ran with it, turning them into jewelry. First time Mira saw Zoey with rings made from her scales and Rumi with her scales dangling from her ears, she blushed so hard the pink scales on her face were a lighter shade than the red in her cheeks.

Always sleeps on her side or stomach because of her spine spikes and horns.

Speaking off: She will melt into goo the moment they scratch her back, specifically between the spine ridges. All three of them have some form of claws and they all take full advantage. The back and scalp scratches are phenomenal.

Also loves it when they scratch the base of her horns. Can and will give happy chuffs like a tiger.

Will also give head bumps as a sign of affection. Watch out for the horns.

Zoey, chaotic part go dokkaebi:

Dokkaebi are spirits, right? Spirits/ghosts tend to have spooky voices that are haunting and echo, right? Right. Zoey can also do this type of voice, but she doesn't do it much. She either does it to mess with the other two a little (it doesn't work much anymore, but in the beginning they freaked out every time she did it), but mostly she does it when they're far away so she doesn't have to yell. Since the spooky voice echoes, it carries farther without as much effort.

First time she did it for something mundane whichever one she spoke to came out looking like they were haunted. They were just chilling in their room, and then they just heard "Mira/Rumi, Come here..." in that classic "oh shit I'm about to be murdered by a ghost" voice.

She has urges towards pranks. Like an itch under her skin. She is capable of ignoring this for a while, especially if the other two really aren't in the mood. It's never anything malicious, just harmless things, like giving them a cup of coffee with too much sugar/no sugar while already having a perfect cup prepared etc.

Between Rumi's teleporting and Zoey's speedblitzing, Mira has her work cut out for her when those two get the zoomies. Usually she lets them tire each other out(and hopes they do so without casualties or property damage)

Likes to kind of submerge herself in the Honmoon. Just feel it ripple across herself and others. Especially likes to check in with the other two through it.

In general likes to sit in/run around magic rich areas and soak in it like a flower would the sun. Rumi and Mira don't actually feel or sense magic in the same way Zoey does, but they're more than happy to gain joy from Zoey's pleasure.

Post reveal she almost never uses a glamor around the penthouse. It drains energy, not much, but she still doesn't want to bother with it if she doesn't have to. The only things she still consistently hides are the black sclera, gums, and tongue. It's something Rumi and Mira work tirelessly towards getting her comfortable with showing (they both find these features extremely hot so their motives aren't completely selfless lmao)

Her patterns aren't sensitive like Rumi's are, but she still really enjoys it when the other's run their fingers across them.

Her own patterns actually helped Rumi a lot with accepting hers.

"Do you find me repulsive?" "What? No!" "Do my marks disgust you?" "No! Of course not! I love you and your marks, not despite them!" "...Do you get it yet?" "..." "Would you like us to say it?" "...Yes please."

Flies. A. Lot.

Mostly it's in the living area, where she'll just be aimlessly spinning in circles while writing down lyrics.

Sometimes she'll pretend to be sitting on a wall because she thinks it's funny.

A lot of the time she's upside down. (Spider-man kisses are frequent.)

Does actually use her magic in public sometimes. Usually it's with younger fans, where she'll create some sparks/mini fireworks in her hands.

The fans have created compilations of Zoey doing tricks, and Zoey never explains anything beyond "a magician never reveals their secrets ;)"

The mythical world is the most suspicious of Zoey being one of them simply because of how "open" she is with her magic. (she is still very careful about anything that couldn't be explained away, so no one is actually sure)

Gets antsy and agitated if she goes too long without using a weapon. Usually she solves this by either sparring or twiddling with her shin-kals. (very good with her hands)

When she was younger she'd give her parents heart attacks because they'd find her tossing knives with scary accuracy.

Goblin cackles every once in a while.

Likes to sometimes hold onto her tusks. She doesn't know why she likes it, probably because it puts a nice pressure on her skull.

Can, will, and has bent herself into cabinets before. She likes the spaces.

[thatonegrimm]

Hi, new anon here--absolutely loving everything you post, I just wanted to come in & say I really love the way you characterize the saja boys with what little concrete info we got from them, and new stuff from you has made it a delight to open my phone in the mornings this last week or so <3

If you aren't totally swamped, could I potentially request Saja Boys or Huntr/x reacting to a reader with OCD tendencies? Either with the sort of classic ones I also relate to having no sense of safety (check the lock X times, touch/turn the doorknob every time you walk past, etc.) or the more mundane ones that can present themselves. Somebody who's used to it & does sometimes wish their brain wasn't like this but will only get like, a little self conscious about being caught out, instead of getting anxious about it.

For some examples I don't see often in media etc., I can't have conversations while trying to stir smth in my drinks bc I have to do it 42 times & if I lose count I have to start over, so I just. Stop talking or looking at the other person, even though I'm listening, and don't respond until I finish my count. It's caused some fun conversations! Or the intricacies of the Candy Rituals, "no it has to be blue before red" or "sort them all by color and then eat them according to group size," or "eat the kitkat from the top down layer by layer nope I broke a layer in an Unacceptable Way instead of an Acceptable Way, I can't eat this at all now." Why does it have to be this way! Wish they could tell you, really, they'd LIKE to rip open the m&ms and dump them in their mouth but if they do the brain will ITCH. for DAYS.

Apologies if this is out of left field or you're uncomfortable with it! Mostly I just wanted you to know how much I'm enjoying your work, and how much joy it brings me to read the stuff you're posting. Hope you have a great day!

- (since i do expect to come back eventually I will label myself 🪐)

Thank you for the request! This wasn't an uncomfortable request for me at all, I'm glad your enjoying my work. Here you go!💌

🌙 Saja Boys x Reader with OCD Tendencies

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🧿 Jinu 

He noticed it one week in. The way your fingers brushed the doorknob every time you passed it, even if you weren’t leaving the room. A light tap. Sometimes a turn. Sometimes you paused, then did it again.

At first, he thought it was just absentminded.

But then one night, he stood in the doorway watching you come out of the bathroom. You touched the knob, walked two steps, paused—then circled back to do it again. Twice.

When you caught his eye, your shoulders stiffened.

“Habit,” you said quickly. “Weird one.”

He tilted his head, thoughtful. “You always do it in threes.”

You froze. “Yeah. Sorry. I know it looks—”

“You don’t have to explain it,” Jinu interrupted, gently. “I just want to know if it helps.”

You blinked. “It… keeps the world in place.”

He nodded. “Then I’ll make sure no one touches that knob but you.”

The next day, he put a little charm above it. Just a tiny blue sigil, like a lock. Like backup.

He never mentioned it again.

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💪 Abby 

You were halfway through mixing honey into your tea when Abby leaned over and said something funny. You didn’t laugh. Didn’t even blink.

You were counting.

And you were almost to 42.

Abby blinked. “Hey—are you mad?”

You shook your head but didn’t answer.

Not yet.

You reached 41… 42.

Then you exhaled, set the spoon down, and looked up. “Sorry. I just have to stir it a certain number of times or it feels wrong.”

“Ohhh,” he said, drawing the syllable out like it clicked in his brain. “Tea math. Got it.”

You snorted. “It’s ridiculous.”

“It’s science,” he declared with a shrug, plopping down next to you. “I won’t interrupt next time. Stir with honor.”

Later, he brought you another mug. “I stirred it for you,” he said proudly.

You raised an eyebrow. “How many times?”

He grinned. “Forty-two. I counted out loud.”

It wasn’t perfect. But the thought behind it? That made your whole chest ache in the best way.

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📚 Mystery 

Mystery walked into the living room just in time to see you glare at a pile of gummy bears like they’d personally offended you.

He didn’t say anything.

Just sat beside you, silent and still, watching as you sorted them by color—then by number—then lined them up by shade.

You reached for the blue one, then stopped. Your hand hovered. Too many reds. It would throw the whole thing off.

He leaned in slowly. “Want me to eat the excess red?”

You blinked. “Seriously?”

He nodded. “You always eat blue before red.”

You stared at him.

“How do you know that?”

“I live here,” he said plainly. “You’re very consistent.”

For a second, you wanted to sink into the couch. “It’s dumb, I know. I just—”

“It’s not dumb.” His voice was soft. “Your brain is loud. Rituals keep it quiet. That’s not dumb.”

You looked down at the gummy bear army. Mystery held out his hand.

“Give me the red,” he said. “I’m good at destroying things.”

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💋 Romance 

Romance was used to watching people eat beautifully plated desserts. Watching you eat was a different kind of performance.

You peeled the wrapper off your KitKat carefully, broke off one stick, and began the slow disassembly—chocolate coating, top layer, inner wafer. You were meticulous. Focused.

Then… crack.

Wrong break. Jagged. Uneven.

You froze.

Romance, mid-conversation, fell silent too. He saw the shift in your shoulders. The stillness. The subtle horror in your eyes.

He reached for the ruined piece.

“May I?”

You handed it over.

He bit into it without fanfare, smiling at you like it was the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted.

Then he reached for a second bar, broke it gently, and offered it to you. “Start again,” he said softly. “I’ll guard this one.”

You laughed. Just a little. “You’re weird.”

“So are you,” he said with a wink. “It’s perfect.”

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🔥 Baby 

You doubled back halfway to the van. Again.

Baby watched from the passenger seat as you tugged at the door to the dorm, then the gate, then the latch. Checked them. Tugged. Pulled. Pressed the code again, even though you’d already done it twice.

It was the third time in five minutes.

When you climbed into the seat beside him, your face was tight.

“I know it’s locked,” you muttered. “But it doesn’t feel—”

“Want me to check it next time?” he asked simply.

You blinked at him.

“I can lock it after you, and then you can lock it again. Two locks. Like a combo move.”

You stared. “Wouldn’t that be annoying?”

Baby gave you a blank look. “You sit through my anime rants. This is the least I can do.”

The next day, you locked the door.

He locked it again.

You both nodded.

It wasn’t about logic. It was about peace.

And Baby? He’d do it as many times as it took.

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M-List

[harkness-girl]

Hi, I was the anon that requested the AgathaxReader exes fic. I just read it thank you so much it was so good!

I don't mean to sound greedy 😭 but you did leave it sort of open ended, would you consider continuing it? I would personally love to read more of this if you are willing.

Maybe they keep having casual sex and are hiding it from the group and Reader keeps saying it's a mistake it doesn't mean anything, but Agatha wants them to try again and tries to convince Reader to give it a shot (some angst and jealousy could still be involved).

Totally understand if you don't want to write anymore, I just really enjoyed it and was curious to see where this story could go. Thank you again for your lovely work 🙏

I'm glad you liked it! Here is part two :) And sorry, I know you wanted more angst, but I am obviously incapable of writing that. 🌞

Pairing: Agatha x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+, possessiveness, dirty talk

Tip me 💰if you like my work and want to support me :)

You and Agatha don't really establish rules, but the one thing you agree on is that it's just sex, even though you see the ways her eyes linger on you a little too long before she leaves the apartment or how your heart does somersaults every time you get a message from her.

But officially, it's just casual sex. That's what you agreed on when she finally left your apartment the morning after the club. That’s what you said to yourself when your friends messaged you in the group chat asking you where you disappeared and you answered that you were not feeling well. Because why tell them the truth when the truth is such a simple thing as a casual sex with your ex wife?

The first time Agatha shows up after the crazy morning in the shower, a lazy smirk is playing on her mouth. You barely open the door and she's already kissing you, already walking you backward until your back hits the wall.

Your hands are in her hair and her thigh slides between yours like she never left.

"Missed me?” she murmurs against your neck, biting down just hard enough to leave a mark.

You grip her tighter. "Shut up."

And then her hand is under your shirt, fingers curling around your breast, thumb swiping over your nipple. Your knees wobble.

"Say you’re mine," she breathes, licking the shell of your ear.

But you won't. You won't give her that. Not when she agreed that this would be casual, not when your heart is still fixing itself up after she broke it.

Instead you drag her dress over her head and drop to your knees, you press open-mouthed kisses up her inner thigh, slow, until your mouth finally finds her and she curses under her breath and her hand tangles in your hair.

She's warm and wet and delicious and you know exactly what rhythm makes her say your name. You suck her clit until her legs tremble and she has to grip the wall to stay standing.

When she comes, she pulls your hair just a little too tight and you love it.

But after, when you both sit on your kitchen floor half-naked and panting, she asks: "this still doesn't mean anything, right?"

You nod and don't look at her face as she mumbles "whatever you say".

~~~

You fall into a rhythm.

Sometimes, it's fast - rough kisses in the kitchen, your thighs hitting the cold surface of the counter, her hand already between your legs before you have even said hello.

Other times it's slower, like when she shows up drunk and quiet, saying nothing until you've pulled her into bed.

It is all casual, but it happens way too often and you have to tell to Olivia that you're busy because between work and Agatha you don't really have time or energy for anyone else.

There is no softness when Agatha shows up at your place or when you come to hers. It's always rough and passionate and needy.

When you knock on her door unexpectedly one time, you feel breathless from the way her eyes twinkle as if she was happy to see you. The door barely clicks shut before she has you pinned against it.

Her hands find your hair and yank your head back just enough to bare your throat. Her mouth is hot and insistent, biting, sucking, like she wants to mark every inch of skin she can reach.

"Do you let her put her hands on you?" Agatha growls suddenly, her voice low and dark, right against your ear. Her thigh presses between yours so hard it almost hurts.

You swallow audibly. "No, I haven't seen her in almost two weeks."

Her hand fists in your shirt, tugging it up, rough. "Good. Because you're mine. Say it."

You don't. Not yet. But it burns in your throat like a hot coal, desperate to get out. To distract yourself you grip her hips, pull her in harder and start grinding on her thigh more desperately.

When she drags you to her bedroom, she pushes you down onto the bed with both hands on your shoulders. There's no asking. There is not checking. She knows what you want and what you need.

You arch up to meet her, gasping as her hands slide down your sides, possessive. She pulls your hands above your head, pinning your wrists with one hand while the other runs down your stomach and slips below the waistband of your panties and between your legs and you moan so loudly it's embarrassing.

"You like this, don't you? Being handled like this."

And god, you do.

Her fingers find a toe-curling rhythm and you become a panting mess.

"Look at you," she whispers against your neck. "Falling apart so deliciously."

She has the power to ruin you again. And you would let her.

You will let her.

~~~

Another time you come it's well past midnight and she opens the door to you leaning against the frame, hair messy from the wind, shirt half buttoned.

She doesn't say anything and just steps aside to let you in.

Once the door is closed you are already undoing the rest of your buttons, moving toward her like it's inevitable.

"Couldn't sleep," you say, voice quiet, but there's a rasp to it that always gives you away, the desperation you try to hide.

"Bullshit," she mutters, already grabbing you by your hips, walking you backward toward the couch. "You just needed this."

You smirk a little bit. "Maybe I did."

The back of your knees hit the couch and you sit, legs spreading automatically, eyes dragging down her body like you own her. Like this isn't casual. Like it never was.

She steps between your thighs and grabs your chin, tilting your head up to look at her. Her hands are warm, her eyes reveal emotions you don't want to admit and the way she's looking down at you like you're her world makes you want to break your own rules. Same goes for her apparently because the next thing you know, she's whispering "say it. Say you missed me."

You hold her gaze, defiant at first. But she drags her thumb across your lower lip, pressing until you part it slightly and your breath hitches. But still, you shake your head.

She pushes you down flat against the couch and turns around to go to the bedroom. At first you lay there, confused, but then she shows up, wearing the strap on. The same fucking strap you used to use together.

You groan at the sight of her. Her hands are rough on your thighs, dragging them open wider as she settles between them, grinding down slowly, letting the tip of the fake cock tease you.

You let your head fall back against the cushion, your nails digging into her waist through her shirt.

She grabs the strap on and pushes it slowly into you and enjoys the way your whole body shudders from the sensation.

"You think about me when you're alone?" she asks, rolling her hips against yours.

Your laugh is breathless. "Don't flatter yourself."

She slides her hand up your chest, under your open shirt, palm flat against your skin until she finds your breast, cupping it roughly. Her thumb brushes over your nipple and when she softly pinches it, you arch up into her hand immediately.

"Liar, you came dripping," she whispers.

She leans down to suck the nipple into her mouth and you gasp.

"Say it," she whispers again. "You missed me."

Your grip tightens on her waist. You shift under her to grant her more access, to make her speed up her movements.

"Say it, Y/N."

"I missed you," you admit finally, voice breaking a little bit.

And that does it.

She picks up a quicker pace and starts fucking you like she wants to make sure you will not be able to walk the next day.

When it's over, you pull her down into you and kiss her. Not soft. Not sweet. But definitely desperate.

~~~ One late afternoon, your office is quiet, people are already slipping out early for the weekend, you're half-asleep at your desk going through emails when a knock comes at your door.

You glance up and Agatha lets herself in before you can say "come in".

She's wearing short dress that expose her creamy thighs and you catch yourself staring.

"I'm working," you say flatly, but your pulse skips when you see the hunger in her eyes.

"Don't care." She shuts the door behind her with a soft click and locks it.

"Agatha-"

But she's already crossing the room, hands grabbing your collar, dragging you up from your chair. Her mouth finds yours and boy, you don't know how you went months without her mouth. It seems almost like a blasphemy.

You stumble back, hands gripping the edge of your desk.

"God, you're impossible," you mutter against her mouth, but don't push her away.

She laughs shortly. "You're the one with your legs already shaking."

She's not wrong.

"Five minutes," she says, already turning you around, pressing you forward until your hips hit the desk edge. Her hands are under your skirt before you can argue, sliding your underwear down with maddening slowness.

"Agatha-"

Then there's another knock and you freeze. Agatha freezes too, hands still on your thighs.

"Hey?" It's Jen's voice. "You in there?"

Agatha grins against your shoulder.

"Once second!" you call out, voice a little too high.

Agatha steps back, only just, but instead of pulling away completely, she slides down to her knees.

"Don't you dare," you hiss under your breath while her hands grip your thighs and her mouth presses right against you.

You slap a hand over your own mouth.

"Seriously, I just need to grab the reports," Jen says through the door.

"Yeah, okay, hold on!" you manage, scrambling to pull yourself together while Agatha is still there, on her knees, dragging her tongue through your folds maddeningly slowly.

You take a deep breath and finally push her away, not without noticing her mischievous wink as she hides under the desk.

When you unlock the door, Jen pokes her head in.

"Sorry, I know it's late, but... are you okay? You look kind of... flushed."

"I'm fine," you lie through your teeth. "Just a long day."

Jen raises an eyebrow at you, but doesn't question it.

She moves into the room, flipping through the files on your desk while Agatha is still under there, silent, uncharacteristically patient. You sit down again, hoping to hide her in case Jen comes around the table. You feel Agatha's breath against your inner thigh. She nudges you with her nose.

You bite your tongue so hard you taste blood.

Jen grabs what she needs and heads back toward the door, pausing just before she leaves.

"Nice lipstick, by the way," she adds casually. "Is that new?"

You can't answer so you just shrug and finally breath out loud when she leaves and the door clicks shut behind her.

"You're insane," you say toward your desk.

Agatha's laugh comes low from beneath it. "You love it."

And then her hands grip your knees, pushing them apart wider, and her mouth is back on you.

When she finally pulls you over the edge, you have to bite your own hand to keep quiet.

Your entire body is trembling while she stands up, looking completely composed.

She grabs your chin and places a kiss on your lips, smirking.

"See you Sunday brunch," she murmurs against your mouth and then she leaves you there, undone, half-dressed, heart racing.

~~~

This is your first Sunday brunch since you started sleeping with Agatha. You had to cancel the last one because the damn woman kept you up until 5AM and you were too worried it would look suspicious if you both showed up sleep deprived.

Agatha sits across from you in white linen dress, hair done up with loose strands framing her face. She looks so good that you almost kissed her when you arrived. Instead you busied yourself with asking Alice about her new project and getting excited by Billy's latest fling.

You're mid-sip of coffee when you feel it. A barely there nudge, the tip of a foot against your ankle.

You glance up at her and she's leaning back in her chair, arm draped lazily over the back of Alice's seat, not looking at you.

You clear your throat and shift your leg away.

Another nudge, this time stronger, her foot sliding up your calf slowly.

You glare at her and she finally glances your way. She has the audacity to look amused.

You press your knees together under the table, trying to focus on your toast, but Agatha's toe brushes higher, over your skin, right up to the inside of your knee now.

You grip your fork harder and then her foot settles against the inside of your thigh, heel digging in just enough to make you ache.

You feel a wave of warmth wash over you and you pull away your shirt from your neck to get some air.

"Okay, seriously," Alice gestures to your neck. "That is definitely a hickey."

You freeze for a split second too long and it takes a tremendous amount of willpower not to glare at Agatha immediately. She sucks and bites on your skin all the time that you can't even keep up with the marks and how visible they are. You honestly haven't even noticed that one.

You pull your shirt back up. "Oh yeah." You feel heat spreading over your cheeks, panicking too much to be able to explain.

"Olivia's possessive," Jen smirks into her mimosa.

"Yeah, she is," you say. And you know it's a mistake the second the words leave your mouth.

Agatha's knuckles go wide from how hard she's gripping her coffee mug and there's another nudge at your thighs. Now more of a kick.

Alice laughs. "Guess she has to mark her territory."

Agatha stands suddenly, not dramatically, but quickly enough to draw the attention to herself.

"Bathroom," she says simply.

You should stay where you are. You really should.

But a minute later, you're excusing yourself too. You push the door open quietly and Agatha's there, arms crossed, leaning against the sink.

"You let them think it's her? That's what we're doing now?"

You shut the door behind you. "Don't start."

"No?" she snaps. "I hate it. You should have said it wasn't her."

Your hands curl into fists. "What do you want from me? We decided it would be casual, I don't want them to-"

"You!" she growls and pushes at you until your back is slammed against the door. "You decided that it would be casual."

This should be a breaking point, a moment where you finally stop this game and part ways, but she's so close and looking at you with the quiet desperation and want that you find yourself dragging her closer and kissing her.

"You're mine, I don't care what you say. You've always been mine," she growls into your mouth. "Tell me she makes you feel like this."

Her fingers find the hem of your skirt and your soaked panties too quickly and she slides inside.

You bite back a moan. "Agatha, please..."

You literally haven't seen Olivia in two weeks, you've been having almost daily sex with Agatha who makes you... fuck.

"Please," Agatha whispers and you look at her surprised. Agatha doesn't beg. But now she's begging, her eyes a little bit watery and you can't do this with her pressed so close and looking so beautiful and she smells like home and- "Tell me you will end it."

You nod because who are you kidding. "I will."

~~~

You break up with Olivia the next day.

You don't say why and she doesn't look surprised. She just looks at you and says "it’s always been her, hasn’t it?"

You don't deny it.

~~~

You don't text Agatha, you simply go to her apartment and when she opens the door and looks at you expectantly, you nod and your mouth spreads into a soft smile.

Agatha's eyes flicker, her face softening and she pulls you inside. Her hand cups your cheek and her thumb brushes just under your eye, as if checking that you're really here.

She kisses you.

Nothing like before - no rush, no desperation. It's slow and warm and her mouth moves against yours like she's savoring it.

"I don't want this to be casual," she whispers afterwards.

You look into her eyes and pull her closer by her waist. "Me neither.” You press your forehead against hers. “But you have to try. No more workaholic stuff.”

She laughs mirthlessly. “I promise.”

And as you’re standing there, foreheads pressed, arms circled around each other, you wonder if in another universe, you don’t get back together. What a fucked up universe that must be…

[sugar-petals]

I would agree with him being natural, because I have observed that natural body type men looks good with light hair..i don't know how far it goes but yeah...

Here is kakashi in suit, while of my man doesn't look bad..it isn't making him particularly look classic, which would cancel out DC and Pure classic or SC..though he is still handsome 🧚.

Here is his official art from anime, and he does seems to have a little bluntness even though he is quite lean..still his body is little ripped and mascular which makes me lean towards flamboyant. Maybe he has a dramatic essence but I don't really see much drama going on and he would probably look underwhelming in dramatic clothes.

😫💅

he's depicted as several different body types in those images here, by different artists with different visions. i like looking at the manga as a guideline first: the mangaka typically (not always, e.g. in bleach the drawing style drastically changed over time) has a consistent portrayal of the character's body type. sadly, and for many reasons, a lot of animation is fuzzy, sloppy, and not coherent.

his early manga appearances seem pure natural-ish. even FG with the line breaks there, if it wasn't for his height. i still can't pinpoint it. maybe he is DC. classics are always the type i fail to identify 😂 but i'd expect a simpler design for a C type, still. he has a pretty sporty and relaxed look going on, and a vertical impression. phew, he's a difficult one. we need someone else weighing in.

to me, a type has to be immediately obvious, like in zoro's (one piece) case. i like seeing an exaggerated portrayal when a character is shown head to toe. zoro's introduction made it clear at a first glance that he is tall, massive - small head proportion - has elongated leg bones and an intimidating look like Ds, his outfit is contrasted but not elaborate, he has width in his rib cage and trousers design, he is rugged and messy and strong and stereotypically masc. he looks even taller than his 5'10 height at the time. his design got even wider (look at those hands!), more buff/blunt, and loosely tailored later. indisputable case of flamboyant natural; the countertype of luffy's petite and narrow gamine-ness.

as in, luffy is more kibbe-matched with boa hancock/nami/robin/etc by oda, the female characters being sharp yang like luffy as soft dramatics, narrow but tall and curvy. a countertype has to have a different height AND different bone structure. maybe we can reverse-engineer it by saying, who is kakashi's countertype/exact height and outline opposite in the naruto manga?

PS: light hair is for light spring, light summer, soft autumn, bright winter, and bright spring palettes generally, so it's not just kibbe, but also seasonal color. but i do agree naturals going low contrast works!

[sugar-sweet-poison]

The Popularity of Each Saja Boy Among the KPDH Fandom

So I never actually expected to be putting anything resembling analysis on this blog (it was supposed to be for rebloging art and other shenanigans), but here we are.

I recently watched Danny Motta's reaction/review of Kpop Demon Hunters. If you haven't watched it, you absolutely should. Danny is a gem. Anywho, this post contains spoilers for his review, so if you care about spoilers then I recommend watching his video first.

When the Saja Boys are performing Soda Pop, Danny comments on what he thinks the popularity of each boy is and...well...he was very wrong. And it made me start to wonder why each of the boys are as popular as they are in the fandom.

(full spoilers for his video as relevant to this post below the cut)

So Danny thought the order of popularity was Romance, Abby, Mystery, and then Jinu and Baby tied for last place (though when Baby started rapping, Danny jumped him up to the third spot). Anyone who has spent even a little bit of time in the fandom knows he is very wrong. From what I've seen, Jinu is the top, then Baby, then Mystery, then Abby, then Romance. After some thought, I came to some conclusions as to why this might be the case.

Jinu is pretty self-explanatory. He is a main focus, the second half of the main romance, gets a backstory, has the most speaking lines and character development, etc. etc. etc. I'm not gonna spend too much time on Jinu cause it's pretty obvious why he gets the top spot. My real interest here is the other Saja Boys who get next to nothing in the film, but are massively popular regardless. Except Romance. While I don't exactly see Romance get hate, he definitely isn't as adored as the others and I think I know why.

Romance is the only one without a thing. He has no ongoing gimmick or trope or trait that is prominent throughout the film. We clearly can see what he is meant to represent, but there's really nothing that persists in the movie that shows it. Now think about the others.

We have Zoey's massive crush on Mystery that pops up several times during the movie. The dude literally barks at people. He also has the whole thing going on with his face being partially obscured which naturally makes people curious as to what he looks like (plus the demon fangs peek we got when he was introduced). Abby has several running gags focused around his abs. There's the popcorn gag, there's the conveniently placed breeze that constantly flashes everyone, and there's the camera always focusing in on his abs. The dude literally makes pencil rubbings of his abs to sign for fans. On top of that, he has himbo vibes, so people were gonna be on that like rabid squirrels. Plus when Mystery and Abby are banished, there is a specific focus on them. Mira makes a point about going for the abs (while having the popcorn eyes) and Zoey has one last thirst hurrah before sending Mystery back to the demon realm (which, added bonus, is a Mystery face reveal that only she gets to see). And Baby rocked everybody's world in their very first performance by having the sweet adorable face and then hitting everyone with the deepest voice in the group plus being the rapper. He also gets a moment in the spotlight when he wins the hot sauce competition and then is riding on Abby's back (more on him later because the Baby Saja craze is fascinating to unpack, he my fav too lol).

All of this is happening with the other Saja Boys, but Romance is...just kinda there? Yes, he has his in-universe shipping with Mira, but even that is shared with Abby. He's got the little hearts, but again, Baby does that too. Romance has nothing specific to him. The closest thing he has is that he has a very distinctive face and hairstyle, but that kind of works against him. The hair is fine, but his face is such a different shape from the others and is so much sharper that it actually feels out of place among the other boys. The boys have unique faces, but they still feel cohesive. If Romance had a softer jawline, it would probably feel better with the group. So the only thing he really has the separates him doesn't do it in a good way.

And if we take a deeper look at how Mystery, Abby, and Baby are handled in the movie, we also realize that their gimmicks do something very specific: they persist even when the boys themselves are not in the scene.

Think about it. We literally see Zoey start thirsting over a picture of Mystery. He's not even there, but he is still a momentary focus in the scene. Same with Mira hitting the punching bag with a picture of Abby's abs taped to it and yelling about how much she hates abs. Both involve and call focus to Mystery and Abby without them having to interact with HUNTR/X or even be in the scene.

And then there is the phenomenon that is Baby Saja. Literally one line in the entire movie, and yet rivals Jinu for the most popular. Why? I have a few ideas. The first is one that people probably can guess: his design is heavily based on Jimin from BTS, arguably the member that people would be able to name even if they aren't into Kpop. So that's already a win for him. Then there's the face and voice whiplash which creates an unforgettable moment very shortly after he's introduced. I have watched several reaction videos for this movie and nearly every single one of them comments when Baby starts rapping because they are so shocked by his voice. There are also a lot of subtle animation bits that build up throughout the movie (the side eye at Zoey, the smirk at HUNTR/X, etc.) that don't match the sugar sweet image he shows to the public. Then they hit us with Your Idol and this subtly is straight up kicked off stage and he goes feral (and viral, ironically). People love that looks like a cinnamon role but will kill you trope. And even with all of this, Baby has one more massive advantage over the others.

The music.

Because people aren't just hearing the songs when they're watching the movie. They're listening to the music on YouTube, Spotify, etc., and in both songs the Saja Boys sing, Baby has a rap sequence. I'm sure after listening to each song a few times, people could tell the voices apart to know who was singing when, but people needed no time at all for that when it came to Baby because he essentially got solo sequences where his voice stood out from the others, even Jinu. And in the actual performances, he is the focus of the moment, whereas otherwise it's usually Jinu, all of the boys, or rapidly bouncing focus. Very rarely does it linger on any of the boys for too long, let alone do so in a way that shows individual personality beyond their archetype. During Soda Pop, you have Baby taking center stage while the rest of the boys act like backup dancers. Then during Your Idol, the other boys are so spread out across the entire stage that the focus is locked in on Baby. Plus Gwi-Ma's fire is pulsing in the background as he rises up from the demon realm, further intensifying the scene. The only other person who gets this much attention is Jinu.

Given all he has going for him, I'm not even the slightest bit surprised that Baby Saja has exploded the way he has. All the while poor Romance has nothing. The boy can't compete. Considering that he and Baby were the ones who escaped being sent back to the demon realm though might make for some interesting development if the teams chooses to bring the boys back into the situation. He does seem to be the one that people are leaning on for shipping with Mira if they only pick one the boys, which is very intriguing.

Alright that's all I got I suck at endings bye!

[fromiftowhen]

hey i saw your anon post about abbot and mel headcanons, do you have any for fluffy kingdon?

like proposal & wedding day vibes?

Oh, I absolutely do!!! Here are just a few fluffy Kingdon headcanons, specifically about their proposal/engagement/wedding day.

Frank knows he loves Mel fourteen minutes into their second date, when Tanner FaceTimes him crying about a lost stuffed animal and Mel not only insists he answer but then spends twenty minutes of their dinner date helping Frank find a replacement on eBay.

(That's a lie. He realizes he loves her, and maybe has for awhile, five days before he asks her out, when she tells him no one else could have saved the patient they were working on together and then repeats herself very clearly, "no one else could have," when he scoffs. It's not true, because she did the actual saving, but he's not sure anyone else has ever believed in him like Mel does.)

He knows he wants to marry her during their first argument, if you can call it that, which is about whether or not Frank can say he's read a book that he actually just listened to an in-depth podcast about. The answer is no, even he can admit that, but the ferocity that Mel levels at him, like it's an insult to the book itself, is so sexy he actually forgets his half-assed argument. He wants to not even actually argue with her for the rest of his life.

He knows Mel doesn't like surprises in her personal life. And an engagement is a pretty damn big one. So he plans to bring the idea up slowly, which is unusual for him. But she beats him to it, late one night while they're getting ready for bed after a long, hectic shift. "My patient today, he's been married for 53 years. He and his wife were so sweet together." "That's really nice," he tells her, carefully. "It is. I think I'd like that, being known so well for so long," she whispers.

He takes Santos ring shopping with him. He picked Abby's ring out alone, because it was the height of COVID and she was ridiculously pregnant, and she always not-so-secretly disliked it. Santos and Mel are close enough that he knows she knows Mel, but Santos also still dislikes him juuust enough to tell him the god's honest truth. The salesperson asks if the ring is for Santos, and she fakes puking on the glass case, and then tells him that none of the rings are Mel. He'd think it was just to annoy the salesperson, but she's right. None of the rings at any of the stores are right.

He can't find the right ring or figure out the right way to propose with a nonexistent ring, which honestly, with anyone else, would feel like a huge flashing field of red flags to him. But then... Mel's halfway into her scrubs on a Thursday morning, calling out "don't forget to take your vitamins!" to Becca in the kitchen, as she ties her scrub pants, and excitedly telling him about this paper that Abbot asked her to coauthor, and it's just such a normal, happy morning and he thinks, fuck, I want 53 years of mornings just like this, and it just comes out. "I want to marry you," he says, and it's not a question, it's just a statement of utter fact, and it takes her a full fourteen seconds to stop what she's doing and stare at him. "I... well, okay. It's Thursday... Are you asking me to marry you while I'm half-naked on a Thursday?" "I didn't technically ask," he laughs. "But yeah. Do you want me to ask when you have your top on?" She shakes her head and his heart sinks, but then she's kissing him, kissing him, kissing him in a way she never has half-dressed on a Thursday morning, and when she finally pulls back, they're both teary-eyed and laughing. (He never actually asks. She never actually says yes. They don't need formalities like that. He doesn't need to ask a question she's already silently answered a thousand times. Forever is forever no matter when or how it starts.)

He does kinda feel bad about the ring though, but it just takes one quiet conversation later that night to figure it out. "I don't want you to spend money on a fancy ring. I wouldn't wear it at work anyway. But my mom... she left me her engagement ring from my dad" — he reluctantly lets her up and watches her sift through a small jewelry box on her dresser. "This," she says, crawling back next to him in bed, a small solitaire on a simple gold band between her fingers. "This is all I need." It's the first ring he's ever seen that so clearly embodies Mel. He takes it from her and slides it on her left ring finger, and yeah, that's all he needs too.

"I don't want to wait a year to marry you. Things happen, I don't want to wait at all," she tells him a few weeks later, after a particularly emotional shift from hell. "I just want you, and Becca, and the kids, I don't want a big ceremony. We can have dinner at that Japanese place you like in Shadyside, the one with the nice patio? We can invite everyone to celebrate with us there." He doesn't need any convincing.

They get married at the courthouse, which is a step above his first wedding, held over Zoom, and absolutely perfect. Mel wears an off-white jumpsuit and Frank lets Tanner pick out his tie and Becca wears a cardigan their mom knitted for her years ago, which he's pretty sure makes Mel cry harder than anything else that day. Millie refuses to toss the few flower petals they give her, which honestly probably just saves them some cleanup time, and then proceeds to hug Mel's leg all through their vows. It's messy and quick and Mel smiles into a laugh as he tries not to cry, and it's all absolutely fucking perfect. (They don't write their own vows. He thinks he could, and could spend hours reciting them, there are a thousand things he wants to promise her. But he waits, and whispers them in the dark, closer to a prayer than he's ever felt, more praise than promise against her skin. He repeats them every night until they're memorized actions, silent words they both know by heart.)

Mel's something old is her mom's ring, sized just right for her ring, sitting next to her something new, a delicate gold wedding band that she'll occasionally wear to work. Her something borrowed is a gold hair comb, its twin in Becca's hair, that she tells him their grandmother used to wear on special occasions. Her something blue is secret, she tells him a few days before the wedding. It takes him about five minutes into their make-shift honeymoon, aka a kid and sister free night alone before a leisurely day off, to learn that it's a matching bra and panty set (the first lingerie she's spent more than $30 on in her life, she tells him seriously) in a pale ice blue. It's only her pride in her purchase and a whisp of manners that keeps him from ripping it off her.

I think I could write fifty more of these just about their wedding day alone, but I'll stop here before this turns into more than it should be.

[purplejazmin]

eddie and volt nsfw

! tags: smut ; threesome ; female reader ; p in v sex ; blowjobs.

! about: eddie and volt know what to do when your social battery runs out.

even though you wouldn't trade it for anything, keeping an eye on every object in your house can take its toll.

they are all sweet, funny but so, so picky.

on a normal day you would have to follow schedules, do twenty side quests and formulate your sentences with rhythm, rhyme and the right cadence.

and you would genuinely enjoy it. or... well, at least the first few hours of the day. as the sun sets in the distance, each interaction starts to become heavier, fatigue clouding your mind like a well-known friend.

you never claimed to be an extrovert in the first place. and you never will.

luckily for you, your boyfriends know just what to do when that happens.

as soon as they see you walk through the bar doors, dragging your feet behind as if they were heavier than dunk's weights, they know they have to be more thorough than usual that night.

and oh! if they are not thorough.

usually, it will start like this.

volt will see you, all miserable and pouting like a sick puppy, and take pity on your silly existence. he'll redirect the attention elsewhere in the club as he guides you to eddie's quiet presence at the counter. and then you'll sit in comfortable silence while eddie prepares the customers' drinks.

but later— much later, when it's just the three of you and the soft music in the background, they will pounce on you.

volt's the first one to take a bite.

your body is positioned on all fours on the nearest surface, cunt being taken from behind. volt's movements are slow but brutal. he likes to take his time with you, sliding his cock almost all the way out until your entrance is barely being parted by his tip, and then he waits. the seconds pass— tik tik tik, you can almost hear timothy timepiece in your head. you wait and wait, and when (and only when) you can no longer resist the agony, your disobedient hips pushing back against his cock, does volt finally push back in.

and god! the wait is so worth it. propelling himself with his thick thighs, volt fills you to the brim, aiming for that sweet spot he knows will make you moan ugly (moan like you meant it, not as if you were trying to imitate a pornstar, trained for the show and all fake).

the movement alone has your thighs quivering, unstable on the surface where they hold your weight. but volt won't let your legs give up, his rough palms locking your waist in place. forcing you to take it. every. single. time.

eddie, on the other hand, is watching you two from a corner.

he isn't far from you, pants low enough for him to pull out his cock and massage the entire length while he watches volt tear those pretty sounds from your puffy lips. that's something you learned a few weeks into the relationship, eddie loves to look from the sidelines, make himself desperate for it.

it works. both for him, and for you as well.

there's something so dirty about witnessing eddie get off on watching you and volt fuck. he starts slow, massaging from the base to the tip with lazy movements, as if he could hardly be bothered to do it in the first place. shyness, perhaps. but when your moans start to get louder, so do his movements. eddie's a man who knows how to use his hands, yet– when he's really turned on they become uncoordinated, clumsy even. he doesn't have volt's patience, his need burns.

and you don't let yourself blink when it gets to that point. your eyes are fixed with laser focus on how his palm wraps around his length, in the harsh way eddie touches himself. you salivate the moment you get a glimpse of that pearl liquid that oh! looks so pretty on him.

“you were desperate for this, weren’t you live wire?” volt's saccharine voice states from behind, reminding you who is filling your cunt this very moment. who's in charge of your pleasure. “i swear i could smell your arousal from across the bar. it was quite a distraction.”

you open your mouth to try to answer, probably to deny those accusations with bashfulness— even though they all know it's nothing but the truth, when eddie finally joins in the fun. he takes the chance to fill your mouth with cock, somehow coordinating it with the rhythm of volt's thrusts. they're weird like that, knowing where the other is going to be before it even happens.

you are just the lucky victim that suffers the consequences.

“maybe we should make you the star of the next show, expose to the rest of the house what an enthusiastic lover you are in bed. what do you think, eddie? wouldn't that be an interesting twist?”

eddie's hips buck at the suggestion, making you choke from how deep he's in your throat. you love it. you're so full of cock that that's all you can think about, words flying over your head. anxieties gone.

"b-better than johnny splash, that's for sure.” he groans, looking straight into your eyes. 

oh. 

they keep talking, or at least that's what you think. their voices become a distant murmur drowned out by the ringing in your ears and the fluttering of your walls.

you sure cum that night. one, three, five times. honestly, you lose count after the first orgasm. your boyfriends flip you over, change positions and spill their loads in your holes until your mind is in that foggy state where nothing matters but your pleasure and your pleasure alone.

because they know.

they know that when the objects in your house push you a little too far what you need is for them to fuck your worries out of your body.

and when you finally come down from that ninth cloud, your body crashing hard, they are right there to pamper you. to give you back the amount of care you give to others but never to yourself.

i was planning to write something else but i hated it so much that i completely rewrote it into *this*, hopefully this won't be as bad as the previous fic but i'm still not happy with it lmao

[musings-ofthe-unamused]

CoD Headcanons: Patching up their injuries

A/N: Got some headcanons lined up for y'all <3 working on fics slowly but surely! Trying to make sure they're perfect

Warnings: Graphic descriptions of injuries, blood, broken bones, inappropriate flirting, maybe medical inaccuracies

Ask Box: Closed

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Ghost:

I think everyone has a headcanon of him not wanting to be touched

But when it comes to injuries, it's something he sucks up

Ghost likes you the best, because everyone else is rough as hell when cleaning his wounds

He just stays silent, keeps his eyes closed, and focuses on the softness

He can ignore the pain easily enough

Ghost would be so still, you have to check if he's still alive

Ghost let out a low breath as you gently cleaned around the bullet wound with iodine. He was lying still, not even flinching at the sting of the iodine. You weren’t great at handling wounds like this, but you were the only one that Ghost trusted. After getting instructions on how to remove a bullet, you were almost positive you could do it.

At least eighty percent.

”Stay still, okay?” You spoke softly as you grabbed the forceps.

He only grunted in response. You took a deep breath and slowly pushed the forceps into the small, circular wound. The noise alone made you want to gag. Blood bubbled up, running down his side. You tried to move the forceps around for the bullet.

”I don’t think I’m doing this right. Does it hurt?”

You didn’t wait for him to answer. You felt the tip of the forceps hit something hard. Got it. You opened the forceps and clamped it around the edge of the bullet. You slowly pulled it out.

”You good?”

No answer.

”LT?” You raised your head. His eyes were closed and he wasn’t moving. You ripped out the forceps, sending the bullet flying. “Oh my god, I killed him!”

Ghost sat up, clutching his side. “Son of a bitch! Don’t pull it out like that!”

”I thought I killed you!”

”You almost did!”

Soap:

The type to take several shots while getting patched up

It doesn’t even have to be an intense injury

Kind of a baby, but in a really endearing way

Tries to act tough but so bad at it

Yaps your ear off because he’s trying to ignore the pain

”It's a bad one, isn't it?" Soap poured himself a shot of whiskey. "Was so focused on fighting, that I didn't even notice."

You doubted that. Especially since this was his second shot in the span of three minutes. You sat next to him, pressing a piece of gauze to the large gash on his inner forearm. It would need at least twenty stitches. With your free hand, you pulled the suturing kit closer. Soap shifted uncomfortably. 

You slowly lift the gauze. "Most of the bleeding stopped. Good. We can start now."

"How many stitches will I need?"

"A lot."

He poured another shot. "How long will it take?" 

"I don't know." You discarded the bloody gauze and cleansed around the area.

"Oh. Well, I can sit still for a long time. And I bet this won't even hurt. I'm not even bothered by you cleaning the cut. I've gotten stitches before, though I don't think this many. I hope it leaves a cool scar. Wouldn't I be even more handsome?"

A sigh left your lips. Soap was, without a doubt, one of the strongest men you've ever met. But he was also a bit of a baby. It didn't matter how many times he got hurt. He would always knock back too many drinks and yap your ear off. You picked up the needle and then squeezed his hand. His shoulders relaxed. His words didn't stop, but they got shakier as you started to close the wound. As annoying as it was in the moment, it was endearing. At least he was talking and not dead.

Gaz:

He’s the one that’s comforting you

You know that scene in Brooklyn99 where Captain Holt takes a stake out of his own leg while he talks Jake through it? 

Yeah. That’s him

He winces at the pain, but it doesn’t bother him too much

Will crack jokes after and make you keep him company as he heals

You wanted to throw up. No ankle should look the way that Gaz's did. It was twisted the opposite way and sat at an odd angle. You two were out on a duo mission when he fell down the stairs trying to dodge a sniper. You quickly took the sniper out, but had no idea how to handle this. You kept glancing at the broken bone and then away.

"Gaz, what am I supposed to do?"

"You have to set it." He adjusted himself and leaned against the wall. "Do you know how to do that?"

You shook your head, your eyes meeting his. "I… I don't think I can. It's so-"

"I'll talk you through it."

You took off his boot and gently rolled up his pant leg. You felt the blood leave your face at an even more gruesome look of the injury. Bile rose up in your throat as you squeezed your eyes shut. This wasn't going to work. Backup was incoming. You could last that long, right?

Gaz sighed softly. "Take a deep breath, okay?"

You did as he said.

"Good job. I'm going to set my ankle now. It's just a hard push and it'll be fine. Ready?"

You weren't even doing anything. You squeezed your hands into fists. "Ready."

There was a loud snap. A harsh shiver ran down your back. Gaz reached out and took your hand. "Look at you! You did it!"

"Are you making fun of me right now?"

"Absolutely."

Price:

Smokes a fat cigar while you patch him up

Silent a majority of the time

Occasionally hisses at the pain

If you ask how he’s doing, he’ll give you a warm smile

He’s doing just fine

But doesn’t mind it if you touch him more

Captain Price didn't like going into the infirmary when he was injured. He preferred the comfort of his own office. You sat next to him on the couch, your body leaning into his. He puffed out some smoke from the cigar he recently lit. Your touch was gentle, dabbing the large scrape on his shoulder. He winced as your pressed down firmly.

"Does it hurt?"

He smiled warmly at you, taking the cigar out of his mouth. "I'm doin' just fine, kiddo."

"It's a nasty scrape." You grabbed a large bandage and opened it. "I wanted to make sure I cleaned it properly."

You put the bandage on the scrape and made sure it was secure. Price hummed at the feeling of your hands against his chest. You felt the tips of your ears heat up in embarrassment. You sat back slightly and looked him over.

"Any other injuries?"

"Nope." He gave you a wink. "But I wouldn't mind if you kept touching me."

Alejandro:

He doesn’t care about his injuries

He cares if you are injured

Once you reassure him he’s not, he'll let you take care of him

Playfully asks for a kiss to make it better

"Alejandro, where are you?!"

The mission was supposed to be quick and easy. Neither of you expected to become separated and needing to fight your way out. You ran through the abandoned building, the halls starting to seem like a maze. Panic coursed through you. Everything was alright, right? There was no way he was hurt. He had to be-

"Over here!"

Your eyes widened and you immediately ran over to him. He was covered in scratches and bruises, clutching his shoulder. "You're hurt! Sit down, let me treat you."

"Not yet." He winced, reaching up to cup your face. "Are you okay?"

"Who cares? Let me-"

"Tell me." His voice was annoyingly firm.

You stepped back and motioned at yourself. "I'm fine. See?"

He nodded, satisfied. "Fine. I'll let you take care of me. But make sure I get a kiss."

You scoffed and rolled your eyes. Your hand moved over his shoulder. Despite your light touch, he hissed out in pain. It must've been dislocated. You started to get to work. Your heart was pounding, but this time, it was in relief. You were both lucky to be alive. You wouldn't know what you would do if something worse had happened to him. And you would make sure it wouldn't happen. 

König:

He's like a stone

Tries not to move because he doesn't want to mess you up

Has lots of scars and isn't too phased by the pain

Will answer your questions with one word answers

Thanks you for your help and then is on his merry way

König's skin was riddled with scars. Some were recent, while others were nearly faded and invisible. The left side of his torso had a giant bruise. Your hand pressed against his chest and moved it to the side. At least two of the ribs were fractured. It must've been a nasty tumble he took. Despite that, he remained completely still.

"Does it hurt when you breathe?" You asked, grabbing an elastic wrap bandage.

König nodded. "Yes."

"When you cough or sneeze?"

"Yes."

"How bad is it on a scale of one to ten?"

"Five."

That was something you could work with. You wrapped the bandage around his large chest before swooping it over his shoulder. You've fractured your ribs before, even broken them once or twice. It was hard to keep still because of the pain. König was a trooper for not even flinching. It was a bit concerning, but at least his injuries weren't worse.

You finished bandaging the area. You gave him a bottle of aspirin. "Take two pills every four to six hours as needed for pain. Don't take more than 12 a day, okay?"

"Okay."

"You're all good." You couldn't help yourself and patted his head. 

König's eyes wrinkled as he smiled behind his mask. "Thank you."

"You're welcome. Now go get some rest. No strenuous activity!"

Keegan:

Please keep an eye on him

He's the type to hide his most serious injuries

You take care of his scrape? 

Cool, but make sure to check for stab wounds

Will groan and whine if you force him to rest

Shut him up!!

You wanted to choke Keegan and push him down a flight of stairs. It was one thing to have limited communication during his mission. It was another to show up at the infirmary looking like he just got jumped. After you finished covering him in bandaids, you angrily tried to pull his shirt off.

His hand covered yours. "Woah, there. Ask before undressing a man."

"Shut up, Sergeant. I know you're hiding something." 

"How do you know?" He pointed to his shirt. "I'm wearing all black."

You huffed and slapped his hand away. "Your shirt is covered in blood."

Keegan only laughed and let you take his shirt off. Your eyebrows were furrowed as you looked for any substantial injury. There weren't any. Still, he was bruised and beaten. He wasn't going to like what you were going to say, even though it was in his best interest.

"No more missions."

Keegan groaned and rolled his eyes. "Not happening."

"Yes it is." You threw his shirt at him. "You need to let your body heal. Come back tomorrow so I can change your bandages."

"Will you still be mad at me?"

"If you keep doing this shit, yes."

You turned away from him and crossed your arms. You didn't like yelling at Keegan. It was necessary. One of these days, he was going to hide something that would need attention immediately. And then… it might be too late. You wanted to save him while you still could.

Graves:

Will force you to straddle his lap

Tries flirting

You accidentally spill isopropyl alcohol on his face

Laughs through the pain

Wants you to hurt him more 

"Come closer, sunshine. You can't see my injuries from that far."

Graves tugged on your wrist, forcing you to straddle his lap. He had that stupid, shit eating grin on his face. His bottom lip was split and he had a nasty cut on the side of his cheek. HIs left eye was starting to swell. You would've felt bad if he wasn't trying to flirt with you. Trying and failing.

You poured some isopropyl alcohol on a rag. Your lips formed a pout as you gently dabbed at the cut. "Why didn't you just go to the infirmary?"

"Because I wanted a cutie like you to heal me up." Graves's eyes sparkled. "Is that too much to ask?"

"I'm not qualified for this."

His hand moved down your waist. "You're doing great so far."

"Oops."

Your voice was deadpanned as you tipped the bottle over and poured isopropyl alcohol directly on the cut. Graves flinched and cursed, before laughing and shaking his head. You reached forward and harshly wiped off the excess. How could he find this funny? You were already annoyed that you were concerned that he got hurt, but it was even worse that he turned this into an opportunity to flirt.

"Did that hurt?" You asked innocently.

Graves nodded, drawing you closer. "I like the pain. Hurt me more."

[animementrash]

A hundred kisses

Character: Levi Ackerman

Tags: fluff, implied relationship with reader, canon verse.

A/N: I have been gone too long, work is sucking the life out of me 😭Tip of the day: Do not become important at work, is not worth it. (? Anyways, hope you enjoy this little thing I got out of my brain while wishing I was loving Levi Ackerman instead of managing a team lol. Thank you for reading!

The gliding of his pen over the paper is the only sound in Levi's office. He's been reading and signing papers for hours, eyebrows furrowed and shoulders tense. Outside, the cadets continued with their training, nothing out of the ordinary. You made your way inside his office, a new stack of papers in hand.

"Hello there, may I come in" You say even though you've already opened the door and stepped inside. Levi just stopped writing, looking at you from beneath his eyelashes, not bothering in lifting his head.

"You're already inside" He mumbled unamused.

With a grin, you stepped forward and placed the papers on his desk. "Erwin wants you to check these as well, he says they're top priority"

Levi glanced at the stack of papers and rolled his eyes. "When everything is top priority, nothing really is" That's all he says before turning back to the paper in front of him.

"Look at you, being the philosopher of the century!" You tease, pulling a chair across him and sitting down. "Have you had lunch yet?" You question, noticing his dry lips.

"Not hungry" He says uninterested, not even looking at you.

"Really? Because the new rations just arrived and everyone is having a feast..." Your voice sounds sarcastic yet enthusiastic. Levi puts his pen down and finally looks your way.

"Like I said, I'm not hungry. When I feel like I need to eat something, I'll go grab something." His voice is curt and dry. If you didn't know better, you'd think he's about to kick you out.

"Then what about taking a break? The weather outside is lovely..." This time he doesn't even acknowledge your comment, focusing only on signing documents. You get up from your seat and sigh, clearly ticked by his demeanor.

"Are you still upset because I didn't kiss you goodnight last night?" You mention casually.

"Seems like you were too tired to even do that, right?" He says back, there is no bite in his words, instead he sounds offended, something that makes you hold back a laugh.

"Levi, I didn't mean to do that! You know I love to kiss you goodnight and will always do it! I just happened to fall asleep before you came back from your meeting with Erwin" As you explained yourself, he huffed and rolled his eyes as if your explanation was the most absurd thing he's ever heard. "Besides, you could've kissed me even if I was asleep." You add with a shrug.

"What do you think I am? A creep?" He retorts, clearly offended by the suggestion.

"No, you're not a creep for kissing your sleeping wife goodnight" You answer and giggle a little.

"No, don't touch me" He says pretending to be offended as you try to wrap your arms around him.

"Come on Levi, don't be so stubborn" You're still chuckling as you hug him, his childish demeanor still amusing to you after all these years.

"It's not like we get to kiss goodnight every day, that is why I was so heartbroken that you fell asleep before I could kiss you" He says in almost a whisper and you could swear you saw a ghost of a pout on his lips.

"I know Levi, and I already told you I'm sorry, didn't I? I even kissed you twice this morning to repair the damage" Even without looking at you he can tell you're still smiling, his eyebrows furrowing even more.

"That doesn't compensate it" He says, still fixed on the missing kiss.

You pull away far enough to look at him and cup his face with both hands, he pretends to be annoyed but does nothing to pull away from your hold.

"Then? Should I kiss you a 100 times to repair my oh so awful mistake?" You ask with a dramatic voice.

"Yeah, for starters you could do that..." He replies and can't hide the smirk that spreads across his lips at his bratty request.

You let out a hearty laugh, his cheeks turn pink as you start to map his face with small kisses. "Okay, but you count" You say with a grin.

"One.... One.... One" Levi's voice is soft and tender, something nobody would ever believe if they heard, good thing is nobody besides you will ever listen to it.

[sugxto]

I would like to hear. More thoughts on Girldad Eddie and Volt, if you have any spare.

You turn the lights of the bar off, throw the rag onto the wood as you round the corner to the stairs. Quietly, with a practiced care, you head up the steps, tired, but excited to see them, excited for bed. You'd drawn closing duty for the night, a somewhat welcome reprieve from the bedtime dance you all were still playing with Ally, now that she could run, and had perfected those puppy eyes that made her dads' circuits fry.

When you pass the door to the storage room they'd converted to the nursery, you pause, something unfamiliar tugging at your ear. With the gentlest touch you can manage, you push the door open, and the sight makes your own circuits melt.

Eddie sits in the rocking chair, a stock of copper and black curls in his arms, his fingers stroking slowly, up, down, up, down, Ally's arm. He doesn't see you at first, his silver eyes never leaving her face, and he's...

He's singing.

"And if that looking glass gets broke, papa's gonna buy a billy goat, and if -" he finally looks up, sees you, and pauses, the corners of his mouth turning up. "Hey," he whispers, and your heart is bound to overload at how soft his gaze is.

"Hi," you whisper back, and you crouch in front of his legs. Ally is out like a light, her little chest making the faintest rises and falls as she breathes.

Eddie must notice the question you don't ask. "She woke up a few minutes ago," he offers, not stopping the small strokes on her arm. "Just wanted to make sure it took before I put her back down."

You smile, and put a hand on his knee. "I've never heard you sing before."

He lets out the smallest breath that you know is an attempt at a laugh. "Lyric gave me a book of lullabies. Lucky, too, 'cause it was the only thing that seemed to work."

"Well," you say softly, "I think it suits you."

He smiles, a touch of pink blooming on his cheeks even visible in the dark. "Come on, live wire," he says, moving to stand, and as you both find your feet, you run a finger through the small curls before planting a kiss on her forehead. Eddie does the same as he lowers her back to her crib, leaves her with the smallest "goodnight, Ally," and leads you back out to your room.

Volt blinks awake when you both enter, and he groans, though a smile tugs at his lips. "Darlings," he says, in that tired voice you know Eddie loves, "I was in the middle of the most lovely dream."

You laugh, finding some of their discarded clothes on the floor for you to change into for bed. "Don't worry, Eddie will sing you back to sleep."

"Mm, really?" The smile comes out now, along with half-lidded eyes, and he reaches out for Eddie's hand, which Eddie (reluctantly) gives. "Indulge me, my darling."

Eddie scoffs, and he leans over Volt's mess of white bolts, the pink still on his cheeks and a smirk on his lips. "Yeah? Want me to tell you how papa's gonna buy you a diamond ring?"

Volt positively purrs, his back arching like a cat as he shifts his legs, his other hand coming to cup Eddie's face. "I quite like the sound of that. Live wire and I would both like gold bands."

"That so?" he says, steel eyes flicking over to you as you crawl in beside Volt. "And how many carats?"

"Oh, all of them, darling."

He laughs, and pecks Volt's forehead, then your own, before he pulls at the sheet and -

And a cry echoes down the hall, and he sighs. "I'll be back," he breathes, before giving each of you one more kiss.

You settle into the nook of Volt's shoulder, sigh with contentment at his warmth, his fingers stroking your arm the way same Eddie stroked Ally's. If you really listen, you can make out the melody he hums, lulling you down as well.

--

Okay so showed this to a friend and she had never heard this lullaby before, so - Eddie's singing Hush Little Baby. Apparently it might be a southern thing. This is what my dad would sing to little me so I thought it was cute

[entilovesthings]

I think something the deltarune fandom is not talking about enough is that outside his purpose Tenna had...nothing

Ralsei's always talking about how every darkner has a purpose: Making lightners happy, and Tenna loved doing it until it wasn't working anymore and the Dremurrs family separated and unpluged him

But we see in Castle Town that every darkner has a life outside of what they're supposed to do, previous bosses like King (who was abandoned by Kris) or Queen (who wanted to make Noelle happy more than anything) have people that care about them outside their respective lightners, they both have Lancer, for example, and Queen has her subjects, like Swatch

Tenna, on the other hand, had no one to spend his time with, no one who actually wanted to be around him, his employees only stayed by his side because of the unfair contracts he puts them under (and as a personal HC, I think he made those contracts that way to make sure no one else abandoned him, ironic), when Ramb talks about Tenna, he always makes sure to tell Kris what NOT to do to not get on Tenna's bad side, since he's obviously seen it many times throughout the years. Tenna also calls Elnina and Lanino his "old friends", but considering how annoyed they were whenever the TV host opened his mouth, it was probably one sided.

Battat (one of the Mikes) tells us that when "Mike" was not in his room when he wanted to visit him, he got moody and took it out on the TV crew, and even though during his battle while he's still in disguise mentions all the things he does to serve Tenna (tucking him in at night, therapy, record him, etc) I think it's pretty obvious that they're not genuine acts to help a friend, It's more like a way to control an animal giving him treats to prevent him from going on a rampage against its cellmates.

AND DON'T GET ME STARTED ON SPAMTON, he was probably the only person he actually connected with, the only one who listened to him and was actually interested in him, and even though it was only because of business matters at the beggining, we ALL know that escalated later to whatever kind of situationship relationship they had that left them so bitter and devastated after their breakup, that single poster in the T-Rank room tells us that Tenna was happy (Most likely not all the time, but he was happy at the end of the day) during their time together.

Now, I don't think any of the characters mentioned above outright hated him, they hated his temper and tantrums, but not him especifically. In the best outcome, his employees help Susie to fix him, but the fact that there's a possibility that everyone (except Susie) can just leave him to die alone in the snow, shows us that even if they cared, even just a little, at one point it wasn't going to be enough to go and save him from his fate.

It really puts in perspective Tenna's character even more, how when he told Susie that he was alone for a while, he meant it. Tenna's not victim, i'd like to make that clear, he played a part on this too (His emotional dysregulation, mistreatment of his crew, taking the phone instead of going after Spamton, his behavior towards Kris and how even when he loves and cares about them, he's still rude towards them during his meltdowns and even unconsciously hurting them reminding them of the past, like Asriel or Dess), but it's still really sad, in the end, it was truly just him, glooby, against the world.

[dissolved-g1rl]

its a guy thing

cw: younger leon

A younger boyfriend was just something you and your friends joked about at brunch. A guy with stamina and eager to prove his masculinity. It was all just something to laugh about, till a certain blonde happened to join your precinct. He’s fresh and new, eager to make a difference in the world. He should focus on making better fucking coffee.

“I brought you a doughnut.” Leon is almost timid, like a dog that’s yet to sniff your hand. He sets the little baggie on your desk, standing there waiting for you to acknowledge him. You contemplate not giving him the time of day, you could say Hello in the morning and he’d take it as a sign from the universe that you’re meant to be. “Uhh thanks Leon, that was nice of you.” You say with a stiff smile. Leading him on is really your last intention. "It's pretty late you know. Even the Sargent went home." He informs like you weren't already aware. "Yeah well paperwork's a bitch." You say sarcastically, Leon snorts, giggling boyishly as if your joke really was just that funny. "Why're you here?" You ask somewhat suspiciously "I just finished all my paperwork!" Leon chirps, the real reason is that he wanted to walk you to your car or something. "I can help if you want." Leons already dragging a chair to situate next to yours, looking at you with his dumb big eyes, he's like a stupid little dog that just doesn't stop nipping at your ankles. "Fine..." You murmur, sliding half of your stack to him so he can work on it.

Leon takes advantage of this time he has with you. Where he the opportunity to brush the back of his hand against yours, to feel your skin against his is such a lovely thing. He feels like he's getting high of the scent of your perfume, he wishes you were his, then he could dip forward slot himself against you, and just inhale and get high the addictive substance that is your scent. You squint at the sheet in front of you, a desperate front to pretend as though you don't feel him sneaking glances towards you.

Leon thinks he's being sneaky , it's easier to stare at you when he's across the bullpen, now that he's sitting next to you it's a lot more obvious. It's starting to become compulsive, to steal glimpses of your face, the small likes forming beside your eyes, or the furrow that is slowing etching it's way in the space between your brows. He doesn't mean to be a sleaze, but you really would be prettier if you smiled more often. He's just biased, because anytime he does happen to see your mouth upturned he swears his heart beats so fast out of his chest it's like he's dying.

You hadn't noticed he's finished his stack a few minutes before you, you stretch and sigh softly, Leon focuses on how your shirt strains against your chest as you pull your arms back. You yawn organizing the things on your desk, "Ready to get out of here?" You ask glancing towards him, Leon swears he's never perked up faster, he nods eagerly. He's on your heels, following you around as you tidy things up before clocking out, he helps you into your coat, buttoning each on till the one on the very top is fastened. He's surprised with himself that he was able to keep his hands from shaking too much from being in such close proximity to you.

He walks you to your car, the only one still left in the lot, and you blink, “Do you walk?” You ask incredulously, he looks a little red under the dim street lights. “No, uhh I carpool, I couldn’t bring my car with me when I moved, but everyone’s been really accommodating.” He shifts, shrugging his hands into his pockets. And you suddenly feel a little more empathetic towards him, “I can give you a lift.” He shakes his head at your offer, it would be nice to be enclosed in such a small space with you, but he doesn’t want to impose, “No ‘s fine, I probably live far from you.”

“Leon, shut up and get in.”

“Okay.”

Leon hums along to every song on the radio, tapping his fingers against his knee, it almost makes you regret giving him a lift, almost. You arrive to your place and he unbuckles, shyly thanking you like some schoolgirl after her first date, you want to smack him upside the head. Mainly because you feel a pang of affection swirl in your stomach, is he batting his eyelashes at you? This has to be unethical. “Anyways…I’ll see you tomorrow.” He says like he’s pained at the thought of waiting a whole night to see you again (he is.). “Err right, goodnight.” You bid each other goodnight, and for the entire duration of the drive back home you think about the mole on his neck, his pretty eyes and cleft chin, the sandy blonde of his hair, oh god, you’re a pervert, worse, its Leons fault.

dividers by @uzmacchiato

a/n: (dumb) yearner leon

p.s im going on holiday…so i dont plan on writing for a little, sorry for the inconvenience