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sanflawoah · 2 months ago

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Black Myth: Wukong

More brainrot commentary because I'M NOWHERE NEAR DONE WITH GOING INSANE OVER THIS MONKE GAME.

Cursed texts and massive spoilers bellow. Lots of random bits and wee woo wee woo.

First of all, YEEESSS to everything well written big budget media with heavy cultural elements that isn't western centric. Love it 👏, a thousand more like this please.

HONESTLY can't get enough of the character designs. Watching the old tv show in my childhood got me imagining the JTTW characters as these cute human with animal ears. But since the game took a more serious and darker tone they took the character design to 1000. So many memorable characters with distinct style, drip, and combat.

Ok so whose idea was it to make some of the plants sentient and will beat your ass for daring to pick them up. I now have trust issues with ginseng and mushrooms

The toad bosses reminds me of Gamabunta. For a moment they also gave me a war flashback of Jedi Survivor's Oggdo-Bogdo, I want those things vaporised from earth 🔫🔫

Kang-Jin darkening the environment during her second stage, I legit thought it was a problem with my screen, until I found out other players had it too lmao. Also looove her design, silver loong with holographic glow, prettiest loong in the game

Boss musics are so LIT, I've been looping them for weeks

The Scorpionlord. First I saw him I was like HANZO HASASHI :DD??? But instead of hellfire, this time he uses venom. And the fact that the environments have autumn palette, connects me to MK 11 Shirai Ryu fire garden arena lol

an NPC called Starved Abomination. The name really sends me because ngl it's a relatable concept, I too became an abomination whenever I'm starving.

To punish Wukong for his lifetime worth of trash-talking, the game now choose The Destined One as shy and doesn't talk much except for when he screams during fights. All my grievances of expecting him to be chatty and noisy actually works out the more I understand the story. And turns out it was all part of his journey, you are meant to complete him by collecting Wukong's scattered senses. Lil introverted fur-ball of scream I love you so much. Since the NG+++ Wukong stance actually gave him voicelines, I'm guessing the Destined One is going to complete his development in actually becoming Wukong in the DLC.

Everyone and I mean EVERYONE had a beef with Wukong and now we gotta pick up after his mess. My poor Destined One walked into an area completely clueless and suddenly everyone is jumping on him because "REMEMBER THE THING YOU DID TO ME A FEW HUNDRED YEARS AGO??? WELL FUK YOU, NOW DIE."

🐱Yin Tiger🐱. First time I met him I was like ohhh who are you, you look so cool and kinda cute tho, look at those big boba eyes, pspspsps.

He's all busy with his hammer and zabuza sword, thinks you're so annoying for bothering his work. Then there's this "challenge" option and suddenly he rose and casually tossed his hammer to the ground, I was like wait I was just joking aYO I WAS JUST JOKING-, then proceeds to delete my HP in 30 seconds. Anyway I love how he appears big and heavy and yet moves so swiftly. Of ALL the tiger bosses in this game, imo he's the coolest and THE SANEST. I still can''t get over the Tiger Vanguard and Mad Tiger trauma, those orange cats are on a whole new level of insanity.

🕷️Fourth Spider Sister🕷️. I'm actually so INVESTED in her mystery, like why are you helping me? Why do you look so sad? Are those tear stains on your cheeks?? Why did the Immortal Crane said that I'm giving you "false hopes"? What were we in the previous life?

"Think about her, won't you? Should you feel like stirring trouble in your next life." WHAT DOES THIS MEAN, TELL ME. SHE SEEMS SO NICE THO, she's just a sad goth girl what did she do?? What did WE do?? And her journal entry is so interesting.

🐉Yellow Loong🐉. LISTEN.... I literally had to pause for a moment when I saw him. Cutscene plays and I was like Oohh it's going to be that type of charismatic character reciting monologue, and then I saw his name and it's THE YELLOW LOONG??? This suave horned man is The Yellow Loong??

Well damn I have to say that's one handsome loong. He's one of those elegant style fighters, my favourite genre, up there with Whiteclad Noble and Erlang Shen.

👁️Erlang Shen⚡. The way I turned up the volume when I heard Andrew Koji's Erlang voice.....It's just so.......pleasant to hear. Something about the way he did his voice, the smug taunts, the gentle almost-whispers, and the gROWLS???

I can't even with the entirety of Erlang's character design in this game, because dAMN BOI what a BEAUTY. I thought the game was going to make his appearance more mature looking, or even scarier, because that's just how it is with game character design formula, especially in games like this. But NOOOOO..... they made him ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL. His face, his voice, HIS MOVESS, the way they designed his martial arts so elegantly. When you perfect dodge everything with him, it really feels like a dance. I have to note that when sometimes you tried heavy attack on him aND HE SIMPLY JUST-.... took one step to the side.... THE ABSOLUTE SLAYYY DISRESPECT💅💅. Welcome back Isshin from Sekiro.

Also I just found out that depending on what transformation you're using, he's going to react differently on each. Particularly interesting one was when you use Azure Dust. Most of the time, when you transform, he's going to transform too and chances are he's going to one-shot you out of the transformation. He doesn't do that with Azure Dust for some reason, instead he got amused because Lmao returning back to your origin?. And this line, "Walking his path is no easy feat, it will test you relentlessly". SOMETHING SOMETHING ABOUT ERLANG HAVING THIS HIDDEN BURDEN THROUGHOUT THE PLOT IS DRIVING ME INSANE, I NEED THE DLC TO EXPLORE HIS CHARACTER MORE I'M BEGGING YOU GAME SCIENCE. You can't leave me hanging with his journal entry please I want him to have some peace and closure.

Powerful quiet character with hidden struggle, the bane of my existence, my beloved.

☂️🐉The Four Heavenly Kings🎸🗡️. MAN I love these guys, their fight feels so rewarding somehow, because after all those struggles with Erlang, they feel more like a reward battle for visual entertainment.

Aside from being relatively easy, they're just so fun to watch. I keep wanting to stall the fight just to see what move sets they could perform because their coordinated attacks are just SO COOL.

South king throwing the sword at us, joined by the West king throwing punches, and then the West king passing the sword back to South king. That brief moment of them passing weapons, they need to do more of that, so sick.

The North king combo with every other kings. The West jumping up using the North's umbrella, summoned the dragon, the South yeeting the sword, and the East buffing up the umbrella thrust attack with his Pipa magic. I'd hate to be a normal human citizen under them during that scene GODDAMN. I'd say the West is the game's favourite king because he's the one with the most screentime. He's the one with distinct glowing eyes and he was the most visible behind Erlang during the opening. The North being the coolest because WTF WAS THAT TYPHOON UMBRELLA WITH THE WEST'S DRAGON ROLLING WITH IT, AND THE MUSIC QUE, ABSOLUT CINEMA. The East probably being the chillest of them all because my man was just serenading the fight yo, I like how his fingers actually moves accurately playing the BGM. I know they're on the heaven's side, but for some reason I want them to be on our side if it's possible in the DLC. If we could get Erlang, then surely we can get them? They're too epic not to have.

🐒THE GREAT SAGE'S BROKEN SHELL🐒

THE MONKEY, THE MYTH, THE LEGEND. SUN. WU. KONG. THE SCREAM I SCRUMPT WHEN THIS MF SHOWED UP ON SCREEN. TEARFUL CHEER AND AND UNIMAGINABLE TERROR. AND WITH THAT BITS OF THE OG TV SHOW THEME MOTIF PLAYING WHEN HE SUMMONED JINGU BANG.

Who would've thought that we're going to fight our former self as a literal your greatest enemy is yourself concept. Like yO IT'S THE G HIMSELF WUKONG but now FUK I HAVE TO FIGHT HIM?? Look, sir, Mr. Great Sage, I know I've been playing around as you and I don't even know what I'm doing, I'M SORRY.

So now we're fighting zombie Wukong. He's literally soulless inside and his voice sounds demonic. YET STILL he radiates that lively asshole energy. You try pillar stance to get away from him, he does the same but his pillar is TALLER than yours. You try to walk off calmly, he does the same but then taunts you for it, eats a peach and then flicks the seed to your head. Kicks you to the sky and transforms his jingu bang into a pillar and plants it to the ground with you under it. He cheats by summoning kintoun and body slammed you. He summoned his clones to kick you in all directions only for the original Wukong to wait on the side yawning, then he kicks your jingu bang back at you like "pick it up bitch", and taunts you with his hand gesture to come at him. Ok now you're raging and you tried to pillar stance heavy attack at him, he's like "shut yo bitch-" and GRABBED YOUR JINGU BANG WITH YOU STILL HOLDING ON TO IT AND STARTS USING YOU AS A FLY SWATTER. Just as you think that these suffering couldn't get any worse, you tried to heal and he IMMOBILISED YOU, SNATCHED YOUR GOURD AND TOOK A SIP, decided that it tastes like shit and threw it back at you. Now THIS is the little shit that I know and love.

The whole time you tried to do a move against him, he returned the favour but better. You think your staff extension is long? Ok he'll extend his staff to a kilometer, and that's STILL him holding back. You can do ring of fire? His is bigger in diameter and burns brighter. The game had to nerf out his lore accurate skills because it's just so atrociously OP.

Ok so you finally defeated him? Just as he got dusted away he still managed to croak a last laugh.

Que good ending animated cutscene with the JTTW plot in reverse serenaded with Celestial Symphony. Happy onions, happy onions tearing up the eyes. Crank the volume up, it's all coming together. That's Ba Jie, that's Sanzang, that's Wujing, that's horse.

MMMMMMM MONKE.

#black myth wukong #journey to the west #jttw #sun wukong #destined one #yin tiger #the fourth sister #yellow loong #erlang shen #yang jian #the four heavenly kings #spoketh #god tier insanity of a game

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jellinuy · 10 months ago

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toji with prompt 5 pretty please

( deadbeat dad /j. )

౨ৎ incl. toji fushiguro.

౨ৎ a/n. i KNOW what my bio says but i'm multifaceted. literally so in love with this deadbeat and i hope it shows.

The second time Toji ever felt love was when he looked into Tsumiki’s big, brown eyes for the first time.

Then the third came with a small head of black hair and the name he’d chosen long before he'd known whether his kid would be a boy or a girl: Megumi.

From then on, life was a journey for him.

Growing up, Tsumiki was much calmer than Megumi, who would fuss and cry at every little thing. His papa wouldn't read to him long enough? He'd bawl his eyes out. He couldn't reach the fridge handle because his legs were too stubby? Waterworks. His toy was missing after he'd been the one to misplace it? He'd throw a fit.

Toji would honestly curse himself for even thinking he could fall asleep for more than 20 minutes before his son would toddle into the room, promptly disturbing his dad's nap by pouncing onto his stomach or latching onto his arm.

You, however, found it pretty funny.

"Shit's not anythin' to giggle about," Toji would grumble at you, his beauty sleep interrupted as you laughed, glaring at Megumi as he clambered onto his father's chest, bouncing his bottom up and down and beating on him with his tiny fists.

There have been multiple instances where Megumi's been in a good mood, though. You'll never forget the pictures you took of him napping, holding his big sister's hand in his smaller one as they both rested on top of Toji's large chest, his hands cradling both their heads while he snored.

Toji is so bad at not cursing in front of his kids. It's a horrible habit, but he can't seem to grasp the fact that 4-year-olds aren't supposed to be saying the same unsavory words that roll off his tongue so easily.

"Fuck!" he'd let it slip a few times when he accidentally hurt himself, and in typical kid fashion, they were always around to hear something they shouldn't.

"Fuk?" The fact that Megumi was the very picture of innocence while such a filthy word came tumbling out of his mouth (and paired with a smile!) rattled his father.

"What's 'fuck'?" Tsumiki asked, barely much older than her brother. Toji could only pray you didn't hear that.

"Wh— not so loud! Don't repeat that shi— that stuff. Yer gonna get me in trouble with Mama."

(you indeed did hear and he got his ass beat later)

Calls Megumi and Tsumiki 'rugrats.'

He didn't realize just how little time he'd have for romance with his kids around. Every single time Toji leans in to press his lips on his yours, no matter where you two may be, they come running from around the corner (apparently, they'd been watching for a while), darting between your legs and making fake retching noises as they giggle at the scowl on their dad's face.

Toji's the kind of dad to lose one kid in the store, turn around to ask the other kid where their sibling went, only to find them both gone LMFAO.

Stiffens up when he hears an "I love you," or even when he receives a hug from either one of his children. Hugs take some coaxing from you, but he doesn't dislike them (he'd never admit it, what with his tough guy persona, but Toji's kids make him so soft inside.)

#toji fushiguro x reader #toji x reader #toji fushiguro #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen toji #sorry i’ve been on hiatus #okay let me rant. i'm obssessed with the way toji's first and only love until the very end was megumi's mother #like. he was looked at like a piece of shit because of the fact that he couldn't see curses by his clan #but then here comes ms fushiguro. and she LOVED HIM despite all of his shit. SHE LOVED HIM SO BAD GUYS OH MY GOD #and till the very end he NEVER got over her. NEVER.#gege you make me sick btw #probably gonna change my layout again #ᴊᴇʟʟʏ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇʙᴏᴏᴋ .ᐟೀ #ᴊᴇʟʟʏ ᴀɴꜱᴡᴇʀꜱ 𓈒 ˖༉ 𓇼

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valsnonsense · 9 months ago

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Oh my god drawing group photos fuxking SUCKS

So many LIMBS-

But KISMEEEEET

I've seen so many fun iterations of Kismet's relationship to each other. As found family, some being relatives, as just friends, but my favorite is them being one big ole polecule!

I love the idea that trolls are a naturally polyamorous species and will often form "packs" if you will with the ones they love. Kismet is one of the largest packs in Pop Village, and they will gush about their partners to anyone who will listen.

Kismet being a thing has always been weird timeline wise, so I like to think they got together right after the first movie began or even ended, and that's how Branch joined them. They heard him sing to Poppy and all unanimously agreed they NEEDED him for their band.

They actually offered for Branch to join not just their band, but their relationship at one point. They all thought he was cute and loved how despite how sarcastic and deadpanned he was, he was loving and caring towards his friends. But Branch politely declined, telling them he already eyes for someone else.

So they went from potential boyfriend's to the most obnoxious wingmen ever. Cuz if we can't date u then we're gonna make sure someone else does!!

I love the headcanon that Ablaze is actually a rock troll, so that's why I drew him with the extra pointy ears and lizard tail (tho as I'm typing this I realize I forgot his claws FUK)

Kismet is the cheeziest polycule you'll ever fucking see in your life. No sense of pda, they'll give each other smooches and nose nuzzles right there on stage for all the world to see.

Plz ignore how Hype and Boom dont look remotely glittery I'm still tryna figure out how to express that on paper lol

#dreamworks trolls #trolls band together #trolls kismet #kismet polycule #trolls ablaze #trolls hype #trolls boom #trolls trickee #myart #traditional art #god group shots are hard #this is them right after a show #all cuddly and smoochy with each other #not pictured is branch to the side rolling his eyes (but silently waiting for Poppy to get backstage so he can get HIS kisses)

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italiansteebie · 2 years ago

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i just want to see steve absolutely WAILING on someone. maybe they called robin a mean name or were following eddie around town or maybe they were picking on dustin.

and steve just goes, excuse me mother fucker? you think you can do that to MY person? NO FUCK YOU. THATS MY PERSON. and dustin or robin or eddie are standing there like "pls steve you've literally never won a fight."

and steve's just fuckin feral like *bark bark barkbarkbarkbarkbarkbark* and the douchebag is just standing there like "wut r u gonna do?" 😎

and then steve gets this *look* in his eye, the one that eddie saw when steve ripped that bat in half. and eddie's like "o fuk" and turns dustin around in just enough time so he can't see steve break the guys arm.

"yknow who my dad is? huh? he can make your life hell. i don't want to see you around my people again, next time you won't be able to walk away." (and it's so real of him bc he would never willingly talk to his father)

and the steve dusts himself off, turns back around to wave at the crowd, a dopey smile on his face. and he's just like "c'mon guys! let's go get ice cream!" 🥰

#steve harrington #stranger things #robin buckley #eddie munson #best friend robin #protective steve harrington #guard dog steve #steddie #platonic stobin #dustin henderson #eddie and dustin #steve and dustin #steve and eddie #steve and robin #bamf steve harrington #best friend robin buckley #bark bark #feral steve harrington

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dilfsaresohot · 1 year ago

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tous le mêmes

james potter x deatheater!black!f!reader

warnings: language, angst, they just wont listen to each other (stupid mfs) lmk if i missed any

english is not my first language

constructive criticism is appreciated

summary: sometimes keeping the truth to yourself can save your tears.

word count: 1,1k

a/n: this is my first fanfic ever so i hope i didnt fuk up too bad lmao, possibly part two (??)

✁

“…and then siriu- are you even listening to me?”your boyfriend was rambling about his day for about fifteen minutes and you weren’t listening. you couldn’t. not when you were keeping such a awful secret from him. your conscience and heart were telling you to let him know as soon as possible and let him decide. but then the thought of his reaction, his heartbroken expression, the grief in his eyes, soreness painted all over his handsome face and stinging pain he would’ve felt was enough for you to know what was going to happen.

“merlin, stop being such a baby, i don’t give a shit about your stupid pranks. shut up already and go bother someone else.” you snapped.

if you didn’t want him to love a monster, you had to make him hate you.

“w-what?” he wasn’t sure if he heard you right. why were you so mean? did he do something? or maybe you were right? he should stop telling you every smallest detail about his life.

“you heard me. leave me alone i’m sick of this. i’m sick of you.”

judging by his expression he wasn’t going anywhere due to the shock he felt, so you decided to be the one who leaves.

✁

“have you told him about it already?” your brother, regulus, asked. both of you had to give up your dreams and live up to your parents expectations. you could not do anything against their will, because of the consequences that you would have to deal with. why weren’t you more like your other brother, sirius? why couldn’t you be rebellious just like him? you were a coward.

there’s really no way of winning, if in your own eyes, you don’t deserve it.

“no.”

“well, are you going to do that?”

“do i even have a choice?” you asked, even though you already knew the answer. “you know what?” you were met with his questioning face. “i’ll tell him right now.”

he couldn’t say anything else as he was met with black smoke and you were gone.

✁

teleporting to prefects bathroom you sent your animagus, which represented a black cat, to james with a message saying meet me in our bathroom.

soon after you were met with a sound of running footsteps from behind the door. when james barged in, all of your confidence was gone. but it was not you who was important. it was him and his safety.

after a few moments in silence you decided to do what you had to do. “i have to show you something, but please, let me explain before you judge me. ” to say he was confused was a understatement. maybe, just maybe, in the back of his head he knew what was going to happen. but right now he didn’t really think about it.

“love, i could never judge or hate you, just please, show me. i’ll understand.” oh how wrong he was you thought.

pulling up your left sleeve, an ugly, dark mark was visible. you turned your head to the side, because you knew you wouldn’t be able to stand a look on your lover’s face. when he didn’t say anything, you dared to look at him. and it was a mistake. the way he looked at your arm was so hurtful to both of you that you couldn’t stand the tension in the room anymore.

“i-i didn’t want i-“ you were cut off by his words.

“no, no, you didn’t. y-you couldn’t, you wouldn’t be abl- oh merlin, why? why y/n?”

“james, let me explain, please! i never wanted it. i’m sorry for the way i was treating you lately. i just- i thought that if i was going to make you hate me, it would be easier, i-“

“there’s no need to.”

“w-what do you mean?” you asked, trying to stay calm but your own body betrayed you.

“because i already do. ”

his words cut like a knife. you could literally hear your blood running in your ears. james’ cold expression sending shivers down your spine.

“you don’t mean that. i can help us! can’t you see what i’m doing? what am i sacrificing? for you! just so you can be happy! i’m doi-“

“can’t you see what you’re doing to me?” the way his voice broke was your last straw. you vanished just like a coward. the coward, the snake you truly were.

✁

“that’s not fair! that’s not…not fair…” quiet sobs were heard from the prefects bathroom when sirius passed by the door. he was walking around the hallways, searching for his best friend. worried for him, he gently knocked on the door.

“prongs…hey, are you there? you okay?” the eldest black brother asked worried. he has never seen james in such state, he wasn’t the type of person to be open with his negative feelings.

the sobs quieted and water splashing on the cold sink was heard. now, sirius was siriusly worried. what had to happen to make james so miserable? he was always the sun in their friend group. whenever someone was in a bad mood, james was always first one to be there for them and lighten up their mood. so sirius was going to be a james for james.

“alright, i’m coming in!”

“they are all the same.”

“what the hell happened?”

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you were sitting on the astronomy tower, feet hanging over the barrier, cigarette in your right hand. there wasn’t anything going through your mind right now. your head was totally empty, you just couldn’t bring yourself to think about anything else than…exactly. every time you wanted to keep your mind busy, it lead to thinking about the mess in your life. you were only sixteen. how come your life was so bad already? what did you do to deserve it? you had no idea. everything went downhill so quic-

“y/n? y/n/n is that you?” you heard a familiar a voice followed by footsteps from behind your back. “hey, is that you? did you tell jam- whoa, what happened?” he asked even though he already knew what was going on.

you smiled, but your smile wasn’t the happy one. “well, long story short, everything is fucked up. but y’know what? i can’t blame him. i mean- i wouldn’t react any better, if i found out that my boyfriend is on the opposite side of the war.” regulus sat right next to you and put his hand on your shoulder in reassurance.

“oh y/n/n, i’m so sorry.”

“it’s not your fault”

“i know, but i still am.”

the siblings sat in silence, watching the stars and chasing answers to their questions, that were never to be answered.

✁

#james potter x black!reader #james potter #james potter x slytherin!reader #marauders #marauders x reader

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sgtmickeyslaughter · 7 months ago

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Weekly Tag Wednesdayyy

Hi @energievie @mmmichyyy @spookygingerr @lingy910y @jrooc and @mickeym4ndy !

name: gigi

your time zone: est

favorite food: ive truly never met a soup i didn't like, but my favorite is pho. the absolute artistry behind creating a piping hot soup designed for a warm climate that actually cools you down with the power of herbs alone? stunning

your eye color: brown + green

do you have curly, wavy, or straight hair? bone straight and very stubborn about it

coffee or tea? coffee

you can only listen to one album for the rest of your life. which album is it? im going to say illinoise by sufjan stevens, i saw the play version last month and i highly highly recommend it its so beautiful

how many countries have you visited? korea, india, japan, mexico and canada next week if the canucks make it to round 7 (fingers crossed)

favorite social media platform (other than tumblr): instagram? I guess? I used to like chatting on reddit but the vibes are less than ideal so i chat with people here :)

if you had to be reincarnated as an animal, what animal would you want to be? a tiny, colorful bird on an island. no predators, just flitting around a forest

relationship status: very recently single :,( really tragic circumstances but ultimately amicable so we will remain great friends. i have had some pretty ridiculous breakups tho so maybe ill work those into a fic someday

did you go to college? if so, what did you study? yes, I went to an arts institute which i adored and studied architecture and morphology

you’ve just made a letterboxd account. what are your top 4 films? bones and all, princess Mononoke, midsommar, and julie and julia

what’s one of your pet peeves? when people start walking onto the train before people get out, oh that grinds my gears, I take three trains to and from work so a lot of my pet peeves are pubic transit related (still couldn't catch me in a car tho)

what’s one of your guilty pleasures? im going to change this to creature comfort: I love love love cooking and eating homecooked meals

and finally, if you could learn any skill, what skill would you want to learn? any instrument. literally any. i've tried hard over and over with different instruments and the best i can get to is like barely passible not quite good or god forbid innovative.

tagging under the cut!

@heymrspatel @doshiart @sirrudo @mickittotheman @mybrainismelted

@iansw0rld @especially-fuk-u @mickeysgaymom @softmick

@blue-disco-lights @gallawitchxx @solitarycreaturesthey @deathclassic

#sgt says #tag game

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femboymilkovich · 7 months ago

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Weekly Tag Wednesday!

tagged by @heymacy @iansw0rld and @transsexual-dandelions thank you lovies! 🫶🏼🖤

Name: Sarah

Eye color: hazel

Time zone: PST

Favorite food: Ooooh bitch right now, crab. I'm a slut for some crab

Do you have curly, wavy, or straight hair?: curly/wavy and thick as fuck.

Coffee or tea?: both, depends on my mood. recently i have been on a black tea with milk and sugar kick for a few months lmao

you can only listen to one album for the rest of your life. which album is it?

oh fuck off with this question. but Take Me Back To Eden by Sleep Token

how many countries have you visited? have yet to leave my country. sadge

favorite social media platform (other than tumblr): currently TikTok yikes

if you had to be reincarnated as an animal, what animal would you want to be?: an otter, i love them so much and my husband calls me otter. ew! (sappy)

Relationship status: married to my dumb high school sweetheart, gross. lol

did you go to college if so, what did you study?: no my dumb ass got married at 20 and popped out a kid and another less than two years after that, rip (i swear i love my husband and kids lmfao)

you’ve just made a letterboxd account. what are your top 4 films?

Steel Magnolias, The Green Mile, Matilda, The Lost Boys.

What’s one of your pet peeves?: one? hearing people chew. i have issues with some noises they just grate the fuck out of me. but also like hello??? please shut your cake hole

What’s one of your guilty pleasures?: im literally blanking on this one oops

and finally, if you could learn any skill, what skill would you want to learn?: how not to be so godamn nervous all the fuckin time

tags below the cut

@mickittotheman @mickeym4ndy @whatthebodygraspsnot @callivich @especially-fuk-u

@heymrspatel @krysmiss @onthepyre @gardenerian @crossmydna

@astaraels @thirstyvampyr @st4rrymick3y

if you want to otherwise here is a flower. 🌻 love you byeeeeeee!🫶🏼🖤

#tag game #sarah says shit

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kikisfuneralservice · 2 years ago

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LEE TAEMIN BF HEADCANONS

always wanted to know what lee taemin is like as a boyfriend? your questions have been answered…

includes nsfw content‼️

*ALL CONTENT IS PURELY FICTIONAL AND NON-ASSOCIATIVE WITH ANY OF SHINEE OR SM ENTERTAINMENT- PURELY FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES!*

FLUFF:

likes waking you up early

for no reason too he's just your alarm clock cuz he’s loud as hell in the morning

clashing shit around n bein loud

he takes longer than you to get ready

you are ready to leave in sweatpants and he’s got a full outfit on and you’re like come the fuck on

wants to buy you expensive things so you two can be the stylish couple instead of the trashman and the hot guy

you like being the trashman tho so it’s ok

swings your hand that he’s holding while u two are walking n starts skipping n shit cuz he thinks it’s cute while you’re like :| what

ties your shoes, buttons up your coat, puts on your scarf, etc. loves taking care of you

loves laying his head on yours when yall are on the bus or train

he also likes sharing earbuds with u!! he just does it to be physically closer to u tho lol

writes gross poems out in the notes app in his phone for you and they physically make you ill because of how cheesy they are

*some odd interpretative dance in the middle of the street* “this represents my love for you”

you: 🧍 “take it back pls”

u both are just very chaotic

copies people that he sees on the street bc life imitates art

tries to say profound things but they end up coming out sounding like tongue twister

sends up just telling a story from ten years ago that you’ve already heard before

but you’d never tell him that

likes to take the scenic route even though it’s far longer because he loves taking photos

speaking of which, he has more than 10k photos in his camera roll, half of them being of the sky and the other half being memes from twitter

is a big fan of trashy reality tv—sometimes more than you

i hc him as a huge love island fan

he likes ordering you both large coffees from starbucks and sitting down on the couch and gossip about the love island contestants

always somehow roots for the couple that gets eliminated the fastest

is very passionate about voting on reality television shows

tries to imitate their accents (he is convinced he could be Australian)

also is someone who yells at the tv, but also stops it every five seconds to talk about what’s going on in depth bc no one else would understand

loves doing karaoke so u guys have karaoke nights

he buys the goddamn microphones too

he just loves doing the things he loves the most with you

as long as he’s with you :)

SMUT:

loves touching u more than anything else

loves getting on his knees to look up at you while you run ur fingers through his hair

loves loves loves praising u but only if u reciprocate it back

just very very sensual and does everything slow just to take it in

french kissing/??!?!?!?!?

yeah

puts your hands everywhere on him

rlly likes handjobs???

he just wants ur hands on him

he loves getting off on the thought of u

loves when u sit on him facing each other just bc he wants to see ur pretty face as u get off on him

mutual masturbation!!!!!

does that thing and pulls u closer to him by ur legs

likes when ur on top of him just cuzzzz

it’s the best seat in the house

he likes seeing u in control thats all it makes him feel loved and wanted

loves putting ur foreheads together so he can feel ur breathing against his lips as u slowly fuk him👀

his eyes are way too much to handle

slightly hooded and pupils dilated so much it’s like he just got back from the eye doctor

“lemme show u what i've always wanted to do to u”

wants to know he’s making you feel good

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the-white-void · 2 years ago

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I’ve seen a fair amount of SAGAU fics so I wanna make my own SAGAU genre

edit: sorry this is very old

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Teyvat’s Child

You were on your deathbed waiting for the pain to be over until you were picked up by a strange woman but you couldn’t see her defining features “who is this woman? Is she the Grim reaper or something?” you thought as she sat you down.

“SWEET CHILD DO YOU WISH TO PLAY YOUR GAME ONCE MORE”

You were puzzled to what this mysterious woman just said, your game? is she talking about Genshin Impact?

“Yes, sweet child, Genshin Impact”

“Wait you know what I’m thinking”

“Ofcourse, you are in my domain, you cannot hide anything from me either”

“So- so I can’t lie?”

“Oh if your referring to words you can lie but I’ll know true intentions”

“Then what’s the point in asking”

“Just to confirm”

“There’s no escaping this woman”

“Haha now your answer we don’t have much time”

“Well Genshin has helped me through some tough things and I am at the end of my rope here so why not”

“I’ll take that as a yes”

The next thing you knew you woke up at wind rise with a white robe replacing your old hospital robe and beside you was the same woman but you can see her more clearly now.

She looked like a doll, her anatomy was beyond perfect, her hair was like the gas that surrounded the milky way and eyes that represent the night sky.

She offered you her hand and said:

“Welcome to Genshin Impact, in this life you are now Teyvat’s Child”

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“H- hold on a sec, so your saying the world of Genshin Impact is my mother? and why would said world need a child? and out of all the living beings in the universe you chose me”

“Yes because I needed a gift for Teyvat”

“So you just went window shopping for children”

“What?! No, I meant I needed a soul to inhabit my puppet for teyvat so it can watch over her and I already chose you a long time ago”

“For how long exactly?”

“(Age) years ago it was quite recent”

“Recent for you, a while lifetime for me”

“Oh right your only (age) years old, sorry anyways child this is your new mother, Teyvat”

“Where?”

“In your head”

‘Huh"

“HELLO YOUNG CHILD I AM TEYVAT, WHAT IS YOUR NAME? IM VERY CURIOUS AND WHAT IS YOU FAVORITE FOOD? ILL MAKE IT FOR YOU”

Teyvat started bombarding your head with questions that your brain couldn’t even handle and really needed Teyvat to stop cuz she was about to make your head burst.

“Oh sorry, I was just very excited to meet you, I’ll let you two talk for now”

“Anyway miss mysterious can you tell me who you are?”

“Oh my, apologies I forgot to introduce myself”

The air suddenly felt tense and heavy.

“ I am the one that keeps the balance of the universe, time, space and everything that exists, I am responsible for when the time the universe and everything that exists comes to an end and when to create anew”

“Scary”

“But there’s no need for such formalities, you can call me… Aunt Violet”

“Aunt?”

“Yes well if you want to of course”

“Why the fuck do you want to be an aunt”

“Well I don’t wanna be called Grandma do I”

Aunt Violet warned you about the people’s actions towards her so called imposters before leaving

“Keep this in mind sweetheart, the people of Teyvat don’t really tolerate any imposters so try to keep out of sight until the people of Teyvat are aware of the situation”

“Why is that?”

“Oh right you haven’t looked at yourself yet”

You two went to the small pond near the windrise tree and you looked in shock that from head to toe you look exactly like Violet.

(a lil something if you want male reader: you have more if a square and muscular like form, your hair was slightly shorter)

“Wut du fuk”

“Sorry I didn’t tell you sooner”

You sighed from disappointment of how the god of the ENTIRE universe is in the hands of her. “Wait a sec she can read my mind”

She gives you a necklace saying it will act like a vision so you could protect yourself mostly from the 'imposter hunters’.

“Ah well I’ll take my leave now, call my name when you need anything”

“Ah she left”

“So Miss Teyva-”

“No my child you may call me mother”

“So mother what do wanna do?”

“I would love to do anything and everything with you but…no human body”

“Right she doesn’t have a physical form”

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GETTING USED TO

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It’s been a couple weeks since you arrived in Teyvat your mother keeping you company most of the time and surprisingly nothing bad has happened yet.

“Y/N dear, do you want to talk to someone?”

“I’m talking to you and your the one always talking”

“ I meant as in another person”

Wait, talk to person from Teyvat, what if they try to kill me or hold a public execution or make me dance to death or take my toes and feed them to me as meatballs and take my take after.

Interacting with someone could be quite troublesome because of the horrible treatments to Violet’s ’ imposters ’. You were hesitant to Teyvat’s dangerous suggestion.

“Don’t worry I’ll make sure nothing happens to you, I promise”

Teyvat said that right in your head but it felt warm, it felt new comfortable and a little fuzzy, so you smiled for Teyvat and only Teyvat.

“Thanks, you’ve been watching over me since the day I came here and I don’t really know what I would have done if it weren’t for you, I’d probably be dead if you weren’t with me so when you get a physical form I’ll try my best to return everything you’ve done for me”

You can hear can hear Teyvat was in shambles from your words, you giggled from her reaction not wanting to disturb her burning and replaying your words in her head you teleport to the waypoint just outside of Mondstat waiting for Teyvat to stop fan-girling over you.

You decide on who you were going to interact with first but your best candidate was Timmie so you look over the bridge where he usually feeds his pigeons there he was but there was also a woman on the entrance of the bridge with a parasol on her hand.

She looks like she was waiting for someone she was able to grab Mother’s attention.

“Oh look it’s Selena she’s waiting for us”

“You know her?”

“Well we never talked but she knows of your arrival and me in your head and Violet”

“HUH?! Care to elaborate here”

“Well years before your arrival Violet already found you an envoy to help you around Teyvat”

“Why didn’t she just choose this Selena person”

“Well she’s just playing favorites”

You sighed and slowly approached the woman under the parasol scared that she might pull out a weapon and take your fingers, Mother tried to calm you down knowing Selena cannot harm you because her main purposes was healing so she cannot attack.

“H- h- hi”

“Greetings Your Grace it is pleasure to be at your presence, my name is Selena and I will be escorting you through wherever you wish in Teyvat, wether it is in Liyue or Shneznayan diplomatic issues to medical information I can be of use however I maybe more weight on the battlefield, I will be at your care”

She hands over the parasol to you as a present, for some reason it reminded you of Violet but you just let it slide and carried the parasol over your head and Selena’s.

“It’s very hot today so it’s best you also get some shade and some water”

“Thank you for your hospitality your grace”

“Please drop the "your grace” title, it feels odd"

“Very well, what shall I call you then”

“Just call me Y/N”

“I see then Y/N, where shall we go”

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Selena was a huge asset to your adventure, she should literally do everything for you she even helped you navigate to Liyue borders (which was harder than you thought) and even left mondstat with you.

“You’re leaving Mondstat with me?”

“Yes, I will accompany you across Teyvat”

“Huh”

“Y/n y/n y/n can I talk to her please”

“About what exactly?”

“Just a few things about Liyue”

“Ok then, Selena can you come over her for a second Mother wants to talk to you”

“I see. What does she wish to talk about”

“Something about Liyue”

She nods and mother instructed you to gently raise your hand to Selena’s forehead for her to talk to her.

After a few minutes of Mother and Selena’s private conversation Selena looked slightly worried and you start wondering if Mother decided to threaten Selena for her hangout around you too much and wanted some of your time for herself and then their conversation stops and Selena lifts her head and suggested to but some sort of vail on top of your head so nobody knows about you, worried about the torture that could happen so you agreed.

You stoped by Wangshu Inn to get some supplies and food (food ya mean cuisine) and a room for you to sleep. Selena ordered some Golden shrimp balls, Jueyun chilli and a sweet madame, you savoured every bite being your first meal with meat (you’ve became vegan since u got here not knowing how to kill stuff).

You knocked out cold after sleeping on itchy grass for so long, Selena shared the same room and noticed an unsettling aura nearby and she was familiar of what it was, the adeptus the watched over Guili Plains fro centuries, she quickly woke you up to leave but he was already in the room.

“Hand over the Imposter you traitor”

“Over my dead body”

As a fight was about to begin a bright light appeared between them and it proceeded to expand its light the next thing the adeptus knew they were gone, he has failed to defend their graces honor.

When you woke up you were what looks like an abandoned shine atop of the highest mountain of Qingce village, Selena was restless from whatever happened last night so you decided not to disturb her.

Outside came a silhouette that felt familiar but you didn’t know who that person was as she came close Deja vu hit you like truck but it was too early to assume that-

“So you guys got away from Xiao? Best find a better hideout this place is pretty obvious”

A woman emerged from the silhouette, she had long blonde hair tied to a bun and was wearing white sparkly hanfu with an opaque vail in hand but what she said confirmed your suspicion, she was your Aunt Violet, miss mysterious and dragged you to a fantasy land.

“YOU THINK TEYVAT IS A FANTASY LAND I’ll take it as a compliment and don’t to your aunt like that”

“It’s alright I don’t mind”

“My lady you have arrived my apologies that I have failed to protect Their grace”

“As long as Y/N is fine I will overlook the situation”

“ Aunt Violet it’s been a while, why are you here?”

“To check up on you guys and take brake OH!! I almost forgot, here”

She hands you a bag and when you looked inside it there it was in all its glory YOUR PHONE, along with your tablet and laptop with their chargers and a weird thingy.

“That thingy is a solar powered power bank that will charge your phone, tablet and, laptop. I figured you would want them back”

Thank you god for such mercy and glory, I will never complain about anything anymore

“Yay you got your stuff back”

Jumping with joy that you finally got you stuff back, no reception but still TECHNOLOGY IN YOUR GRASP hahahahahahaahahaha!!!!!!!!!!

After months with no entertainment other than Mother stuck in your head, you can listen to your saved songs, watch your saved Tiktoks, “wait can Mother and Selena even catch the humor in these Tiktoks, Violet probably gets these but-”

“Oooooo what are Tiktoks?”

“Uuuuuuummmmm- how do I say this, lets just say their for entertainment purposes”

“Ah interesting”

“Y/n, my lady pardon my intrusion but may I ask what do these things do?”

“Oh my, these are some of the many things that Y/n’s world has made, their world has made many things that what they call a scientific breakthrough, very commendable”

“You sound like you just found that out”

“Hey! I just made it sound like that so they’d understand”

“Violet I require a puppet vessel immediately, I will take vengeance upon that foolish yaksha that has forsaken my child” mother said in a somewhat eerily friendly tone

“Eh! Already but-”

“How can I protect my sweet beloved child from those hypocrites from their head!!”

“Isn’t that a little too sudden, surely you could wait a little more”

“NO MY SWEET PEA CANNOT BE TOUCHED BY THOSE SO-CALLED ACOLYTES HANDS!!!”

“My lady may I ask maybe if there were a faster way to help Y/n’s condition”

“Uhh-”

“See Vi even your envoy agrees with me”

“I don’t think that’s what she meant”

“But some deformations could happen if the puppets body isn’t strong enough-”

“I DON’T CARE, IM MAKING HIM SUFFER 10x WORSE THAN THAT KARMA HE ALREADY HAS”

“Fine but may take at least a month to help get used to it even with the deformity”

“The sooner the better”

“Wow Mother’s acting out of character with this tantrum and I’m supposed to be the child”

“Well there’s no stopping her now cuz the last time she was mad… well she… Uhhh… You don’t wanna know”

“Now I’m curious about what happened”

“Ah and before I wanted to give you guys a lil something, lemme just take Teyvat out first”

“HEY!!”

Violet handed you and Selena one sword each, Selena’s sword looked very similar to Shinobu’s sword, stinger-like and a thick sheath. Yours looked much like Mitsuri’s, a flexible and whip-like blade.

“I’ll be leaving 2 puppets to train you two individually so you can learn how to fight and not die from of the 7 nations attempt to pursue you two”

Violet left and you were transported to a remote area at the foot of a mountain with what looked like an abandoned mansion but it was still in good condition.

However when Xiao arrived at the abandoned shrine you and the others were gone, he failed his mission to glorify the Divine Creator’s name, a sin that can never be forgiven.

“Welcome Y/n- sama, Lady Violet has instructed us to train you both in your reserved breathing techniques”

(I put sama cuz I dunno how to make it gn)

“Lady Selena will be trained in the Insect Breathing technique and Y/n will be trained in the Love Breathing technique.”

You were shocked on the two children behind jumpscaring you like that and Selena was poker faced the whole time but her body jolted from the surprising orders of Violet’s puppets.

“Hold on a second, breathing styles exist?”

The two puppets nodded in agreement.

“Do we start now?”

“Yes”

1 YEAR LATER

Selena has mastered the insect breathing and he speed, agility and mobility increased drastically and your natural strength (that came with the puppet body) had heighten to the brim.

It was unnatural for an entire year without Mother even if you’ve only been talking to her for a few months

After watching Demon Slayer with Selena on your break you were interrupted by a young boy with a tall woman and she was very tall you could compare her to Slenderman, she also had long curly green hair with an intimidating gaze.

“Hey it’s been a while”

“That child sounded like-”

“Good Afternoon Master”

“You have trained them well, thank you”

“V- Violet?! Is dat you? And why are you a child”

“Stealth my dear, Stealth”

“Yeah with Lady Dimitrescu the second here”

Before Violet could say anything the tall woman picked you up and hugged the shit out of you which felt like something Mother would do-

The it hit you Lady D the second was Mother and the freakishly tall height was the deformity, that made sense and was probably what Violet was about to say.

Mother was on her knees to get down to your level of height as she was about to say something age saw you in the brink of tears trying not to cry and Selena at the corner looked like she was about to ball her eyes out, Mother just hugged you gently as you cry like there’s no tomorrow but still trying to hold back tears because you didn’t want your first memory of holding your otherworld mother to be a crying mess. Violet was letting Selena cry her eyes out on her.

———————–

After the emotional drama that happened you asked Violet some questions that revolved around your head for some time while Mother was stroking your hair with you on her lap

“Alright, I need you to answer a few questions”

“Very well, however only for 5 minutes”

“ Wah! Whatever you say, Why do we have to learn breathing techniques when you gave me a multi element vision? I’m not complaining tho”

“Well I allowed you two to learn breathing techniques so it’ll enhance the elements from the techniques so you have more chances of taking out multiple people with visions”

“Ok but why didn’t Mother get a physical human body until just recently?”

“She asked for one just 5 years ago so…”

“Then how about my body?”

“The both of your bodies were made differently because yours was made for a human soul but Teyvat’s was made for an entire will of this world so her body needed a longer process”

“How long exactly?”

“10 years”

“Then-”

Violet was looks little distracted from your conversation so decided to get to the point because she probably needed somewhere to go.

“Ok I’ll get straight to the point, other than just a child for Mother what exactly do you need me here?”

Mother was surprised at the question, she started to frantically wonder if she wasn’t a good mother and you wanted to go back to your home world or you just no longer wanted to be her child, she stopped stroking your hair from fear of you getting annoyed from her or when you liked her better when she wasn’t physically annoying, she was on the verge of tears from those thoughts.

“Don’t get me wrong I love it here, like Mother, Selena and the little children I can talk to outside the main cities but why am I wanted from just my looks? Or there is someone that.. you know, on a high horse that ain’t there’s?”

Mother was relieved to hear that you were just confused from Violet’s lack of explanation and really did care about her and the whole of Teyvat (except for the “you getting wanted” stuff) and those worrying thought were just over exaggerations.

You noticed her tears were falling down to your hair, you were quick to comfort her to whatever she was crying about.

“Well to answer your question lets just say there’s an idiot who claimed to be the god of Teyvat because of some easy won luck”

“Whoever that is seems to be more than an idiot telling people that their ‘GOD’ but what’s really surprising is that-”

“THEY ACTUALLY BELIEVE THEM”

“The people of Teyvat seem DUMBER than how I purposely made them”

“Mother what do you think about your people”

“Humanity is evolving, but backwards and everyday they just stray further away from god”

You couldn’t help but giggle at what Mother said, that touch of comedy and when you looked back at Violet she was gone.

“Damn she could have told me times up”

———————

A few hours pass after Violet left and You wanted to catch up Mother on what happened but you expected her to already know.

You and Selena sat next to Mother like a lil of pile of meat and bones, you snuggled closer to Mother but you noticed something unsettling.

“SHE SLEPT WITH HER EYES OPEN”

But you tried to ignore it and went back to sleep as if you saw nothing but it felt like you were looks at a corpse with their eyes open.

When dawn arrived the two puppets came to alert you that an intruder has been found in the premises but you were in a deep sleep from your traumatizing meeting with the grim reaper last night so Selena took action and left Mother to protect you.

She arrived at the last place the intruder was spotted and found a certain ginger headed Shneznayan that seemed looking for a fight.

“The rumors surrounding this place seems false from what I’ve seen, there aren’t even any hilichurls here”

“Pardon my intrusion but I must ask of your intentions of this place”

“Ah are you also here from the rumors”

“Rumors?”

“You know that this place gives a chilling vibe, that of which surpasses Wuwang Hill”

“I see”

“It’s quite the hot topic in Liyue and Sumeru, it’s impressive you haven’t heard of it”

“Hmm well thank you for the information but I ask that you leave this place, and tell none of this conversation”

“I would but I’m looking for a challenge at the moment so what about a little fight with you and me, if you win I’ll leave but if I win you need to tell about this place”

He has spotted Selena’s weapon from her waist and assumed she was able to fight with it.

“Very well, if it means they are safe I will duel with you”

The ginger smirked and summoned his hydro blades and thrusted towards her at full speed, as he continues to slash his opponent she kept dodging in a clam matter, Selena was purposely dodging to get a feel of the ginger’s fighting style.

Selena saw an opening so she backed up and jumped at and incredibly high height that no amateur fighter could jump and unsheathed her blade to reveal a needle like sword unbuilt to cut, the ginger thought she was an easy target but then she said:

Dance of the Butterfly: Caprice

Then in an instant he wan in an illusion with a kaleidoscope of butterflies and one landed on his finger then the next thing he felt was a sting in mulch vital parts in his body in a split second then he was knocked out cold.

When he woke up he saw a tall woman at the corner of his eye, incredibly tall that no human could be as tall as her and she was giving him a look that said ’ why the fuck are you here ’ then one of the puppets entered the room but the ginger mistook them for a child.

“Uhm excuse me but is there a white haired girl with a ponytail and caries a peculiar sword”

“You must mean Lady Selena, she is currently busy at the moment and does not wish to be distributed”

Then the child gave him some food and left while the tall woman was still at the same spot but looked calmer than before and approached the Shneznayan.

“You must be apart of the 11 idiot harbingers”

“D- did she just insult the fatui”

“Pleas to not misunderstand, from my knowledge fatui means idiot does it not?”

“I don’t really know what fatui means but certainly doesn’t mean idiot, wait did she just ream my mind”

“Worry not Ajax, I do not wish to be on bad terms”

The tall woman said that in a joking matter so the ginger didn’t take her words seriously then caught someone peaking from the he door.

“Who’s that at the door? And how did she know my name”

“Ah sorry to interrupt but I need Mother for a sec”

“Ofcourse is there anything you need?”

“A lil something happened and I need you”

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As you walked around your backyard wanting some new adventure you opened the parasol given to you be Selena to get some shade while you walk and then the sudden thought of wanting to go to Fontaine came into mind.

In an instant you were suddenly crowded with people dressed in clothing you were not familiar with in the game, you were confused and embarrassed since you were only wearing your pajamas and carried your sword on your other hand then you wanted to go back to Mother and suddenly you were in Mother’s arms while she was looking for you.

“Darling where have you been? You suddenly disappeared from my view!”

“Fontaine”

“What were you doing there? and how did you get there so fast?”

“I dunno”

Selena walks in the room from eavesdropping on them and explained what may have happened, at least what she thought happened.

“So the parasol is able to teleport to anywhere you wish as long as you are familiar with it in any way”

“So this is from Violet I assume”

“Ye, she let use it for the time being”

“So I can go wherever I want?”

“In Teyvat”

“So I can go back there or go to Shneznaya”

“I guess so”

And in an instant you opened the parasol and disappeared which sent Mother to panic mode where you were in Shneznaya in pajamas, yes you were freezing like a naked monkey in the snow so went back to Fontaine instead.

So this Fontaine, very fancy and expensive looking while you looked homeless in the streets. You hid in an alleyway where you found some decent clothes hanging out to dry so you stole them and dried them with your anemo powers. You looked presentable enough to the public but we’re a little guilty of taking such comfy clothes.

A mischievous smirk was drawn on your face and your first thought was

“Maybe I could go for some Fontaine styled cuisine”

But you realized… you don’t have mora, your stomach grumbles from your shattered hopes of eating a macaron so you walked around the streets with a defeated expression but then you bumped into someone with a stern and stoic look.

“Oh Sorry about that”

“HALT!”

That tone put you up guard and thought this is where your probably gonna die because they found the imposter but when you turned to look at who you bumped into those thoughts increased ten fold when you saw the woman you bumped into. Deep blue streaks at the end of her hair, fanciest Fontaine clothing you saw yet but no guards are her, so you did the Wis thing to do. Run

“WAIT GET BACK HERE!!”

You used your breathing to get away faster but you remembered about the parasol so you opened it and suddenly she grabbed you from your wrist but it was too late you both were already transported to your mansion.

She was baffled of what just happened, chasing a mysterious figure to receive justice then the surroundings change into a peaceful mansion near a mountain. After all that happened you invited her to the mansion.

When you entered everything that was in place in the mansion looked liked a storm blew through so you were embarrassed by inviting an archon to your house looking like this.

“IS YOUR HOUSE ALWAYS LIKE THIS?”

“No, it was fine this morning, they were probably panicking that I was gone for an hour”

“HMM”

Then Mother and Selena burst through the hallway with the puppets trying to calm the down.

“DARLING WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN? YOU WERE GONE FOR AN HOUR AND WE THOSE YOU WERE IN SHNEZNAYA SO WE WENT THERE AND YOU WErent there and.. and…”

“Don’t worry, I was in Fontaine where I bumped into her”

You pointed to your guest that was confused about the entirety of what just happened.

“Fontaine? And who’s clothes are you wearing”

“Stole them”

“You stole WHAT!!”

“Not now we’re busy”

“c'mon she’s a guest why don’t we explain a little so she could understand”

“And if she doesn’t?”

“We put her to sleep so she thinks this is a dream”

“Wut”

You explain to her about Violet, the god in the scriptures was another puppet and Mother was Teyvat waiting to cut off her head if she doesn’t reconcile and that you were from another world inside Violet’s puppet body along with Teyvat but she was being an impatient child and got an abnormal height disability and blah blah blah…

She was still processing what you said so Selena offered some tea and you tested it first to make sure she didn’t put poison in it, and it wasn’t.

“There is a possibility you are lying but that sounds too… wild to be made up and you don’t really have any proof”

“True, but the only thing I can prove that is real is that I am in a puppet body and our caretakers are also puppets” you pointed at them peeking through the doorway

“And it’s not like I can just summon Violet here because she said she does really like interacting with mortals with a title God but she still makes effort to go talk to them”

“Aren’t you underestimating me too much”

“AAAAaaahhhhh!!!”

Violet pops out behind you but she had a more… revealing clothing than usual but she had a reason for it, she intended to look like the way her puppet was drawn in the murals so she would have the perfect of her.

“I mean you didn’t have to wear clothes like that tho”

“Haha.. I thought you would need help convincing the god of judgement, she could help you in court and the other Archons”

“So she really is the Hydro Archon”

She fell down on her knees and begged with all her being for apologies that she had doubted her prophecy and the words of your puppets. You were insulted that she called you a puppet but Selena was more insulted that she didn’t even mention her in the apologies but Mother just glared at her like she was a stain that wouldn’t wipe off of her house.

#genshin impact #genshin sagau #sagau #sagau isekai #sagau idea #sagau fluff #teyvat #sentient teyvat #sentient!teyvat au #genshin x reader #genshin fic ideas #genshin oc #astronetwrk

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atthedugouts · 6 months ago

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weekly tag wednesday

Thank you @burninface for the tag 😊

name: Sarah

age: 34

where in the world are you? California

how tall are you? 5'2

what color are your eyes? blue

what’s something that frightens you? Bees. I freeze when I hear the buzzing. I've been stung three times in my life

do you have children? if not, do you want any? No and nope

are you the eldest, middle, youngest, or only child? Middle/twin

what time do you usually wake up? 6 for work 7 on weekends

relationship status? single

do you identify as a member of the queer community? I might be the lone straight person on tumblr. But that was also true when I worked with Girl Scouts.

any tattoos/piercings? I got my ears pierced when I was 10 and let them close up real quickly because I didn't want to do the maintenance for them

something you love: Disneyland

something you hate: seeing people live vlog at Disneyland

do you have any pets? I have a dog

do you have a license/can you drive? Yes and yes. It's hard to get around California without a car

if you could tell your younger self one thing, what would it be? Don't be afraid of getting in trouble

and finally, something people would be surprised to know about you: I can play the alto saxophone

Tagging: @mickeym4ndy @transsexual-dandelions @em-harlsnow @thirstyvampyr

@especially-fuk-u @iansw0rld @hayscodings

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amidstnamjin-and-binchanlix · 1 year ago

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i don't wanna look at anything else (now that i saw you)

Warnings: Uhhh. Not much. Just some v v light angst, and Jackjack being a teeny tiny bit of a dumbass lil shit. Mentions of alcohol and getting drunk fuk yeah no don't do too much alcohol, kids. body and image insecurities, too.

Pairings: Jackson Wang/Reader

Plot: In another lifetime, another universe, your happy ending has always been in front of you all along.

Genre: light angst, eventual happy ending

And I can still see it all (In my mind)

All of you, all of me (Intertwined)

I once believed love would be (Black and white)

But it's golden (Golden)

And I can still see it all (In my head)

Back and forth from New York (Sneaking in your bed)

I once believed love would be (Burning red)

But it's golden

Like daylight, like daylight

Like daylight, daylight

I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you

(I can never look away)

I don't wanna think of anything else now that I thought of you

(Things will never be the same)

I've been sleeping so long in a 20-year dark night

(Now I'm wide awake)

mixtape: all i have left to give - part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - ending 1

Oooooooohhhhweeeeeee

This is crazy

So much has happened since I last posted.

i got psychiatric help so guess who's on meds now? yay (not)

i mentioned here before that when I write the mixtape series, it's not necessarily in chronological order. I already have a rough draft in my mind of how it would go, and I am already planning to write the prequel to the first part, but it won't necessarily mean that it will come first. I also have an idea of what will happen for the ending(s?), but I have yet to muster the energy to write continuously right now bc so much has happened irl

With that being said, my next part will be a glimpse of one of the "what-if" endings. If it irks you that my writings are all over the place, I'm so sorry but I rly cant force my brain to write at one linear pace. As I always say, I hope I don't disappoint, and I'm so sorry if I do.

Thank you so much for loving my babies and for giving them the time of the day. Every time I get a notification of likes/reblogs/kudos/bookmarks, it warms my heart bc wtf it is more than I ever hoped for

thank you so much once again! this part is for those who are rooting for my babie jackjack because hey, he's a fuckin sweetheart and i love him to bits

just a little trigger warning for some insecurities because this is kinda self-projecting, i'm so sorry T_T

🌅

Soft morning light greets you when you open your eyes.

You've always relished in these times—the seconds or minutes of blank bliss and silence in between waking up and lucidity. These are times of peace before facing the storm of the day.

You stare at the ceiling of the room, the cream-colored walls, then the photos that line up your drawers.

So much has happened these past few months. Sometimes, you still can't believe that you've survived through it, that you powered through it. You genuinely thought it would end up killing you, and that you'd die hurting inside out.

But you lived, and you're happy now.

You turn your head to the side to find him, still slumbering. You take a deep breath and dig your fingers into your palm, afraid that this will all be a dream, and that you'll wake up with sweat on your forehead and blood on your lips and sheets.

You honestly would never have made it without him.

The one and only constant in your life, your ride-or-die.

Jackson.

He had been there through everything—the treatments, the hospitalizations, the relapses, and the recovery. He was there to see you fall apart at 3 a.m., see you struggle with breathing at random times of the day, there to see you bleed out from the love you had (have) for the other men who were supposed to love you back unconditionally.

He was there through everything, and he never once let go of your hand.

Sometimes, you think how it would be if you ended up with them; what would happen? Would you be happier? How would it be different from how it is right now?

But then, you think, they never loved you the way you wished to, the way they should've until you were on the brink of death. There would be too much resentment, too much guilt, too much pain. You would never be truly happy.

You feel guilty thinking about these things. You are genuinely happy— happier even—than you've ever been. Jackson never made you feel like you have to be someone else, like you have to live up to someone's high expectations. You never have to cry again, except when he goes on tour and you miss him, or when you're so happy with him that tears just can't help but make confetti in your eyes.

But then, you and Jackson both know that it is inevitable, that the love for the seven men who were once the center of your soul would never really go away. And he's okay with it, you're both okay with it. You've both made peace that they will always be a part of your life. All that matters is Jackson is your home now, that he's the one that you'll come home to. He's the one that you will make a space for in your heart, and the only one that will occupy it and stay for good.

Jackson is home, and he always will be.

You reach out and carefully brush Jackson's hair away from his still-closed eyes. Moments like this you miss the most when he's away on tour and you can't go with him. It gets lonely, but his coming home with the biggest and proudest smile on his face makes everything worth it.

He is worth it, and he always will be.

You scoot closer to his sleeping figure, wrapping your arm around his waist. Februaries are always cold, so his body warmth is heaven-sent. It is also one of the things you miss during times apart. You grew up in a non-affectionate household, touch-starved to the point that you became touch- repulsed. But after getting to know how Jackson feels like home, you can never get enough of his touch. You can never go for too long without it, and you can say you almost reverted to being touch-starved.

You shift to wrap yourself around him, slinging your leg lightly over his. You hear him groan as you bury your face in the crook of his neck, trying not to miss him already. You still have two weeks left before he leaves again for his next tour, but you can already feel the creeping sadness and pit in your stomach.

You're getting separation anxiety again. Maybe it's time to talk to your therapist.

Your fingers find themselves curled on his arms lightly, tracing shapes and absently doodling on his skin.

"You're up early," comes Jackson's sleep-laden voice, his arms wrapping around your shoulders.

"'m not up yet," you grumble, subtly inhaling the scent of his skin. "And it's already seven AM; not early."

Jackson chuckles. "Okay, okay. No need to get pouty."

You huff. "I'm not pouty," an irony as you can actually feel yourself pout more when he says that. "It's really just not early."

It is early, you actually know it. But you want to spend more time with him before he sets off to wow the whole world again while you stay behind and wait for him to come home, so no, it's not really early.

You feel him kiss your hair. "Ah. I'm still here, but you already miss me." He laughs lightly. "What would you do without me?"

You know it's a joke, but your abandonment issues have been seriously acting up for a while now. You have to swallow before answering.

"I'd die without you," you blink rapidly to stop yourself from crying, trying to keep your tone light. "Terribly, so."

"Hey," Jackson tries to push your shoulder gently to look at your face, but you don't want him to see your crumpled expression.

"Hey, don't cry. It's too early for you to cry." You sniff, not wanting to let go of him. "I'm joking. You can never get rid of me at this point."

"But you can get rid of me," you fail to not sound miserable. "You can find someone else and settle down with them, someone whole."

A pause.

"Someone not broken."

"No." This time, Jackson's tone is firm, almost angry. "I don't like you talking about yourself like this, and I won't get rid of you. Is that what you think of me?"

"No, but you—"

"'But I ' nothing '," he says. He sits you both up and he puts his hands on your shoulders. "I fought nail and tooth just so I can have my happy ending with you. I fought with the law, I fought your soulmates, and I will fight all over again just so I can have this until we grow old and wrinkly. Why would I get rid of someone I've wanted my whole life? That's fucking stupid."

Your lips curl in a slight pout, trembling with all the tears that want to escape. You absently touch your chest, used to the phantom pain that came with the soul-scraping before. It's gone now, but all the things you used to do, used to go through, as well as the painful memories are still here.

"I..." You start, voice hoarse. "Sorry, I just don't want a repeat of that, you know?"

"I know."

"And I know you're not like them, but there are so many reasons things don't work out. And not to be dramatic or what—erm—," you clear your throat, "but I won't survive the next time I go through that again." Not if everything goes into plan, that next step you are planning with him. "It'll kill me."

You won't survive another soul-scraping, you just won't.

"You won't. I won't leave, I promise." Jackson presses a tender kiss on your lips, running his thumb on your cheek as he cradles it gently. "As I said, we'll grow old and wrinkly. We'll be that meme on Facebook where we grow old together and play bump cars with wheelchairs."

You snort softly. "If you damage my rhetorical wheelchair, I'm using yours. You crawl on the ground."

He grins, a lovely sight on his pretty face. "I'll always crawl my way back to you," he croons.

Jackson leans in and captures your lips in a gentle kiss. His hand finds its way inside your top and you flinch unintentionally. He tenses, then pulls away.

"I'm sorry," you hurriedly say.

"Hey," he says, eyes searching your face. "No need to apologize. I'm sorry. We don't need to do anything you don't want to."

"No, no. I want to." You pause, biting your lip. "It's just... my scar." You absently trace your myectomy scar. He looks at you, willing you to go on. "It's ugly." Among all other things.

"You will never be ugly." You open your mouth to retort but he silences you with a serious look. "I love you, scars and all. But as I said, we don't have to do anything. I just want to spend my time with you, and I'm good."

God, you think, I really think I'll marry you.

You surge up with a fierce kiss to his lips, taking your top off before you can change your mind.

"Wait, wait." Jackson puts his hand on yours, stopping you from taking your shirt off. "No."

"No?" You swallow thickly.

"No, not like that," he says hurriedly, seeing your mood shift. "Is it a good day?"

You know what he means, and it is not.

"No," you agree in a small voice. "It isn't."

You've gotten far from your insecurities, but they sometimes come back sneakily, like they did yesterday and today, of all days.

"We can keep your shirt on if you'd like?" he offers.

You take one look at him. Yup, you'll definitely marry him.

"Please?" You implore with your eyes.

He smiles softly. "Then we keep your shirt on."

His smile turns wicked.

"Won't stop me from eating you out from under it, though."

---

"Mark!"

"No," Mark says flatly. "You're not backing out of this."

"But—"

"Do you love him?" he asks.

"Yes!"

"Do you want to marry his ugly face?"

"He's not ugly, but yes!"

"Do you want to spend your lifetime kissing his ugly face?"

"Again, my Jackson is not ugly, but yes, I do!"

"Did you change your mind then?"

"Y—no, I did not!"

"Then why are you backing out?!"

"Because what if he doesn't want to?" [Name] bursts out to which Mark snorts impatiently. "What if doesn't want that for life? That's a lifetime of commitment, Mark. I can't undo that shit."

"You think he would want to?" Mark asks, almost angry, his patience growing thin. He rolls his eyes to heaven when he sees you in near tears.

"He wants to marry your equally ugly face," to which you splutter a 'hey!', "he talks, breathes, and sleeps nothing but [Name], [Name], [Name]." He sighs.

"Do you really think he would let go of you now?"

You know at this point that your fear is redundant and irrational, but you can't help it. Not when your own (ex-)soulmates didn't want you. It took you almost dying, and choosing your dignity and self-respect before they turned around. And even then, it was too late. Your soul is having none of it.

Mark softens at your silence. "Did you talk to your therapist about this?"

You nod. "Yeah. He said that I should start forgiving myself and moving forward and that I should believe that not everyone is like them. Not everyone will leave me."

"He's right. We won't leave you. We're stuck with you, just like how you're stuck with us. Okay?"

"Okay."

"Okay, good. Now, give me my hug because I just got from a long tiring flight because someone didn't want me to ride her private jet." He glares at you.

You laugh. "I told you, I need to fly here earlier than you since you can't cancel your meeting."

"You could've—I don't know—waited for me, maybe?" He pulls you in a tight hug.

Before you two can pull away, however, you both hear the sounds of Jackson's voice and the door opening.

Oh, shit.

You two freeze on your hug. You don't understand why you did but you just feel guilty, like being caught with your hand down your pants. You and Mark pull away from each other quickly.

"What's this? Hugging without me, huh?" Jackson jokes, but you can hear the slight insinuation in his voice, one that Mark does as well.

"Yeah, I'm stealing your girlfriend, Wang. Watch out." Mark smirks lightheartedly.

This bitch!

Jackson's eyebrow twitches. "You wish." They embrace in a brief hug before he turns to you with a soft smile on his pretty face.

Wow. Years in and you still can't get your heart to shut up over his smile.

"Hey," he says softly. "This is a very nice surprise."

"I missed you and the bed was cold," you pout slightly. "So here I am."

"Ah, I knew it. You just want a bed warmer." In the background, you can hear Mark fake gag, and Jackson gives him the finger.

"No, I want my Jackson not an electric blankie, smartass."

"Your Jackson, huh?" Mark fake gags again, and you smile at Jackson's 'fuck off, Tuan'.

"This is not what I signed up for, so I'm leaving you lovebirds to it."

"About time." This time, it's Jackson who grumbles, and you and Mark both laugh. "Shut up."

---

The next few days of the tour see Jackson busier than ever, and so are you. With the tour coming to its end, you scramble to get the last steps of your surprise into place. After all, Jackson deserves the best, and you don't want to give him any less.

This also means that you both get to see less of each other. You miss him and it sucks, and Jackson sometimes gets to receive the burnt of it, unfortunately.

"Hey. It's okay, everything's going to be okay," he says. You are so close to bursting and just saying fuck it, but you can't, so you let out a frustrated growl.

"It is not, stop saying that again and again." It is not. The local producer and local venue producer are being tough nuts to crack for some unknown reason, and are uncooperative. They are the only remaining people you need in on the plan, so it is taking too much time and effort on your part. Not that Jackson is not worth it, but the headache is just a bitch to deal with. "It really isn't so I ask you to kindly fuck off, Jackson. I don't need you patronizing me right now."

"Hey," he says firmly, his jaw heavy set. "I'm not doing anything, so don't take your shit out on me."

Ah, shit.

"Jacks—"

"Is it because I'm taking much of your time?"

"What?"

"Is it because I'm taking your time away to be with Mark?"

Your jaw drops. "Excuse me?"

"You think I don't see how you spend your time with him? How close you two seem to be nowadays?"

Aw, hell no.

"Jackson, no. What the fuck?"

"No, no. It's okay. You don't need to explain, you know? If you want to be with Mark-hyung, it's fine. I'm not gonna stand in the way."

"What are you talking about? Are you saying I'm cheating on you?" you ask in disbelief.

Jackson shakes his head. "I'm saying that if you want to be with him, you don't need to start picking fights just so we can break up." His eyes turn sad. "I'll let you go, you just have to ask."

Your chest hurts at that, stirring up old feelings you thought you'd never be able to feel again. "And you're gonna let me go, just like that?"

Silence.

You laugh humorlessly. "Wow. And you think of me that way, too."

"[Name]—"

"No." You thank whatever fuck there is that you had the foresight to book a separate room to plan your surprise (not that you sleep in it, with you opting to always sleep beside Jackson since arriving) and take your bag from the chair by the window of the suite.

"Thank you for clearing that shit up. At least I know now where I stand."

Jackson grasps your wrist delicately. "Sweetheart—"

You pull your wrist away from him. "Don't 'sweetheart' me, Jackson." He stops at the sight of the brimming tears in your eyes, the hurt painted in it.

"I trusted you with shit, you knew how I abhor those things you accuse me of. You knew how I hated my mom because of the things she did, and yet you dared think I am like her."

"I didn't—"

"Yes, you did, Jackson. Because if you only knew how full I am of you since the day I let those bastards go from my life." You sniff. "It's only and always been you, you, and you. Everyone knew that; everyone knows that."

"I don't—"

"Yeah, you don't. So I'll spare you the time and just leave you be. I never plan to force myself into something or someone, and I don't plan to start now."

Jackson tries to refute that it isn't the case, but you slam the door shut in his face behind you before he can even get a word in.

[ah, these kids. what do i do with you two?]

Jackson looks at the door you just slammed shut in his face, then to the dresser in his suite that you never opened. You two had always been intertwined, but you always gave him his space and privacy. He walks towards it, opens it, and takes the velvet box with the sparkling ring in it.

All I can say is you two are idiots, and everyone will agree with me.

---

"You what?!"

You grumble, shielding your bottle away from Mark. "Please don't shout at me, I'm already having a hard time as it is." You try to pull off your pitiful face, but Mark only makes his own face at you.

To be fair, Mark finds you pitiful, but not in that way. And he kind of wants to punch Jackson in the face right now too because seriously, you and Mark? It's like him and his sisters, what the actual fuck?

He can't blame the man, however. Everyone in the circle knows how Jackson has been wounded by the relationships he was in before, so it's easier for him to switch to defense mode. Jackson has always been prone to leave before he gets left when he feels like the other party is slowly losing interest.

But the dumbass has always been prone to the dumbest dumbassery in the group. And this? This takes the cake, Mark could roll his eyes to heaven.

"And you didn't bother to, I don't know, explain shit to him?" he asks with the patience of a saint.

You pout. You had the audacity to pout and Mark feels the patience slowly slipping away from him. "No. It's not gonna be a surprise anymore if I do."

Holy fuck.

"Are you shitting my dick right now?" he mutters. You only snort and Mark pulls away the bottle from you.

"Hey!"

"Listen to me. It's not gonna be a surprise anymore if you two break up because there'll be no one to surprise. You know he is a dumbass and you decided to be a dumbass too?"

"Hey! He accused me first! I didn't accuse him anything when he shot that sexy ass shoot with the ashes and stuff—"

"—Cruel." Mark supplies helpfully.

"Yes, that. I didn't do that with the main dancer when they've been cute and friendly and shit off cam, and yet he accuses me with you." You belch and gag, and Mark steps away slightly from you to avoid any impending projectile vomiting. "Like 'ew'."

"I agree with you, but how dare you, bitch? Are you saying I'm 'ew'?"

You level him with a look as much as you can with your drunk face, and Mark has never had the urge to headlock a woman before.

"Anyway," you say forlornly, "at least I know where we stand now." You sniff, and Mark feels bad for you (a little).

"No, you really don't. I thought that by now, you would know how he is."

"You weren't there when he said it!" You burst out angrily. "He means it! Do you know how it feels standing there and being practically told that he knows I'll leave him for other people, and that he'll let me?" You burp loudly again. "Me, of all people? When he knew how I detest that shit. With all the things I went through?"

And then you burst into ugly sobs.

[ah, jackson. you really are one dumbass.]

"Hey, hey, no," Mark says, wrapping his arms around you. "Don't cry. You're not allowed to cry. Doctor Im told you you're still healing; you're not even allowed to drink."

"Yet here I am," you say with a shaky laugh that morphs into another sob. "Again."

You're not sure if you're just talking about drinking or the fact that you're on the brink of losing yourself again over lost relationships. It's tiring, really. But it is what it is, as they say.

"Can you—can you please get my bag?" you ask Mark. "By the door, tossed it earlier," you slur.

You've never really shown Mark the ring you want to propose to Jackson with. Mark assumed that it is flashy, and you're never one for flashy things, so you're embarrassed about it.

That's not it, however. Completely the opposite, actually. The engagement ring is totally simple, a silver band encrusted with small diamonds on top. The only flashy thing about it is the bigger diamond heart in the center and the smaller gems that surround it on both sides.

The smaller gems are the highlights, you think. You took them from the necklace with both the birthstones that were gifted by Jackson to you during your first year anniversary and had them cut delicately to fit the ring you had in mind. On the right heart side are your birthstones, while on the left are Jackson's. You know some might find it too feminine, and Jackson might not be able to wear it that much in his line of work, but the ring is the most beautiful thing you have ever created in your life.

And now, Jackson won't be able to see it. That thought brings you to a fresh round of tears.

"Too girly, isn't it?" You ask Mark, who is silent. "And it should be the other way around—he should be the one asking me to marry him. I still would've asked him to marry me with this, Mark. That's how I don't give a shit. I just wanna marry his ugly face, but now I can't."

"You wanna marry me?" Comes a soft voice behind you and Mark. You jerk away, and Mark gently unwraps his arms around you as Jackson steps forward.

"I'll let you lovebirds talk," Mark says as he pulls away, but your wide eyes (as wide as bloodshot eyes can be) are only trained on Jackson. Mark pats Jackson's shoulder with a low 'we'll talk later', and Jackson only nods. It is silent until Mark closes the door behind him.

"You wanna marry me?" Jackson asks again. "You're gonna ask to marry me, [Name]?"

You can only nod, your eyes shut as your tears don't stop falling.

"Stay here," he only says. It's not like you're going anywhere, so you stay put. However, when five minutes turn to fifteen, then to twenty, you start to think that Jackson has either gone to sleep or gone off to god knows where. Before you can even think about getting up and running after him, the door to your suite opens.

"Come here, stand up." Jackson takes your hand and helps you stand up. He wipes your face with his hand, then with the cold cloth that someone hands him (whom you recognize is one of his staff). Other staff start to fuss over you as someone turns on the overhead lights.

"Wait, what?" you ask as someone starts to powder your face. "What's happening?"

You turn to Jackson, who's being ushered into a suit. You are ushered yourself by the few staff he had roped into helping into the other room to change into a tulle sweetheart dress.

"We're getting married."

---

"So, Jackson..." You hear the host through the speakers start his next question as you wait backstage with Mark. Even with the elopement, you're still going through with your plan.

That other plan.

"No," Mark says flatly. "You're not backing out of this."

Here we go again, but this time, Mark is a little less pissed and more exhausted with your shenanigans.

"No, I'm just saying. Maybe I should do this in private instead? This is the equivalent of putting a girl on the spot with marriage proposals, which, for the record, I absolutely detest because fuck having choice and not cornering them into whatever they want, right?"

"While I do agree with you, he'll pee his pants and probably hump you if you do this than to be put off, trust me," Mark says. "And besides, everything is ready. All it needs is the execution."

Mark has a point.

Before you can wimp out again, you hear your name being called to an uproar of cheers. You're lucky Jackson's fanbase is mostly supportive of your relationship since you two came out a few years ago, though it is not without some minor hiccups and a few outrage from the unsupportive ones. What matters however is you lucked out, and you can never be more grateful.

"[Name] [Last Name], ladies and gentlemen!" You hear the host say as you see Jackson's blinding grin when you step out from the backstage.

Oh, you swoon. My smitten darling [Name].

Steady, girl.

"So, Miss [Last Name]—"

"It's Mrs. Wang, actually." You hear gasps from the audience, and Jackson's blinding grin turns lovelier and wider. "We actually got married in secret, and you forgot this at home." You hand him his ring as you grin mischievously.

"Okay, Peeta Mellark." Jackson rolls his eyes good-naturedly as he slips on his ring. "What a way to break it to them."

"My, my." The host fans himself with a wide smile. "Is this what you meant when you told me you'll be getting me a high rating?"

"I hope so," you say sheepishly. "If it doesn't, then no worries. I still have another trick in my hat. Don't you worry."

You look at Jackson and can't help but laugh inwardly at his clueless smile.

Oh, dear.

The interview goes without a hitch, with it mostly centered on your married life. You were originally nervous about how it would turn out, but it had been so far so good. Nobody threw shoes, and all that happened was a little 'booooo' when asked if you had had your honeymoon yet (which not yet, because you were both busy for a while after his tour).

"So, [Name]," the host asks again with a little waggle of his eyebrows. "What is this other trick of yours you mentioned earlier?"

Ah, shit. Here we go.

"Ah." Your smile turns a little serene, and you see Jackson sit up straighter in his seat. Nobody would notice it if they are not in tune with him, but he practically owns your whole soul, and you'd like to think that you do his, too, so you notice it.

"Have I told you my story about my soulmates?"

The host shakes his head. "Pray, do tell."

"Well, not everyone gets lucky with theirs. Everyone knows that." You smile sadly, the audience turning quiet.

"Yes, of course. A very sad fact that everyone is very well acquainted with." The host smiles sympathetically at you.

"I used to think it was the end of the world when mine didn't want anything to do with me. I kept thinking that something was wrong with me, that maybe I was really not worth their time. That maybe I was meant to suffer and die hurting."

You pause, then you look at Jackson. "But then I realize, I have you," you say softly.

You look back at the host.

"What more can I ask for when I have him?"

Your smile turns happier as the audience lets out a quiet 'aww'.

"I really like doing things unconventional and my way so..."

You bite your lower lip as you look once again at Jackson, who has his eyes trained on you and hanging on to every word you say.

"Would you give me the honor of being my forever soulmate, Jackson?"

It was like a time warp. The moment he said yes, cheers erupted, and everything blurred and warped in your ears. All your fears, all the hurt and pain? It was gone.

This is your happy ending, you deserve it, my dear [Name].

Go live it.

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Meanwhile, somewhere a thousand miles away, a group of young men smile sadly at what could have been, and what was lost. Their chests perpetually ache with the loss of a piece of a soul they can never get back.

#soul bonds #mixtape: all i have left to give #jackson wang/reader #jackson wang fics #miscommunication #got7 fics #got7 jackson

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transsexual-dandelions · 7 months ago

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Weekly tag Wednesday !!

Thank u for the tags @spookygingerr @transmickey @mickeym4ndy

Name: dean :D

Eye color: brown

Time zone: EST

Favorite food: I can put down a good steak sub do not test me especially with good steak fries NO changing my answer. Thrashers fries in ocean city. I love you and I would kill for you

Do you have curly, wavy, or straight hair?: extremely curly hair, id say 3C

Coffee or tea?: I was the biggest coffee fan for the longest time, but now I only really drink it on the weekends and it puts me to sleep more often than not now

you can only listen to one album for the rest of your life. which album is it?

Either warning by Green Day or stick season (forever) by Noah kahan

how many countries have you visited? Uhhh two counting where I’m from, I do want to travel later, I just gotta get through the US first

favorite social media platform (other than tumblr): Probably Instagram, it’s where I talk to a lot of my friends (honorable mention: Snapchat, me n my bestie have a 988 day streak)

if you had to be reincarnated as an animal, what animal would you want to be?: I wanna be a cat :)

Relationship status: hopelessly pining <3

did you go to college (university 🇬🇧) and if so what did you study?: not yet but I’m going this fall!! I want to study environmental science :) I’ll let u know how it goes I won’t shut up abt it probably

you’ve just made a letterboxd account. what are your top 4 films?

Captain America the winter soldier, the empty man, hellhouse llc, the boogeyman - I love horror movies so muc

What’s one of your pet peeves?: I hate being able to hear people chew it bothers me so much I cannot express it

What’s one of your guilty pleasures?: uh. Drugs? Getting high? Smoking? Am I allowed to say that

and finally, if you could learn any skill, what skill would you want to learn?:

Hmmm probably the secret to social interactions I can never do it right it feels

Tagging:

@onthepyre @especially-fuk-u @atthedugouts @softmick @iangallagherisadeadman

@sleepyheadgallavich @sam-loves-seb @creepkinginc @thirstyvampyr

@littlechase21 @gunsknivesandplaid

And whoever else wants to!! Please do it and let me know!! I love reading people’s answers and I can never remember people off the top of my head !!

#apollos ramblings #weekly tag wednesday #for food uh. iykyk #MD btw. not NJ. who the fuck willingly goes to jersey

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goodlucksnez · 11 months ago

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It's time to sharpen your skills.

Merry Christmas everyone!!!

I participated in the secret Santa that @kawaii-kushami…so my secret Santa is….@sneezydarling

they asked for fuk/uf/uku from b/ungo stray dogs, so here is a short fic sorry it is not longer (life got in the way)

Also has a bit of mess, sorry if you don’t like it. Also, I am really bad with spelling sneezes, so I did not.

Summery: In their mid twenties before fate would tear them apart Fu/ku/zawa and Fu/kuc/hi, were brothers in arms, or lovers if they were alone. One holiday season Fu/kuc/hi caught a cold and luckily his boyfriend is there to make him feel better!

CW: caretaking, sneezing,mentions of mess (not much), fever mentions

Fukuchi hadn’t spoken a word all night. That was the first clue that something was wrong. He would usually stir at around 4 or 5 am, an ungodly hour as far as Fukuzawa was aware, and whisper something about doing sword training or making a cup of tea. Still, being woken up before the sun wasn’t exactly appealing, and so he slept on, oblivious to the fact that beside him, Fukuchi did the same. The heat rolling off his boyfriend’s body was what woke him up and was the second clue. Disgruntled, Fukuzawa huffed and scoffed and finally rolled away from Fukuchi, kicking off the covers while he was at it. “Hey,” he grumbled, finally turning to face the other. “You’re burning up. I’m suffering.” No answer. The third clue, as Fukuchi always answered him. Worried now, Fukuzawa sat up, watching Fukuchi’s sleeping form for a moment before crawling over and gently placing a hand on his shoulder.

“Hey,” he murmured, gently shaking the other. Fukuchi’s breath stuttered, and his dark eyes slowly peeled open and focused on Fukuzawa. Even in the washed-out, dim lighting, Fukuzawa could make out a slight flush across the other’s face and a glazed look to his eyes. Hesitantly, he reached out and put his hand on Fukuchi’s forehead. “Jesus, Fukuchi. You’re burning up.” He got only a groggy blink as an answer, and his own eyes narrowed. “I told you that outing yesterday was a bad idea. You remember? You’d left your scarf at home?” The day before, they’d had some rare time off, during which Fukuchi had insisted, against every rational argument Fukuzawa could come up with, that they fill that time with even more practice.

Fukuzawa had a feeling his very rational and compelling arguments would have won out on their way back to the temple, but as fate would have it, at that very moment, they had passed by a public Kenjutsu and Fukuchi’s stupid face had lit up with so much childish glee that Fukuzawa had had a hard time saying no. And so, after an hour and a half of standing around outside without a scarf and eight hours of sleep indoors, apparently, Fukuchi had gotten himself sick. With an exaggerated sigh that covered up how worried he actually was, Fukuzawa leaned over and switched on the tiny lamp they kept in the room, scrubbing at his eyes with a fist. “Hold on. If you get out of this bed, I’ll kick your ass. I don’t care if you’ve got the flu.”

With that, he jumped out of bed still in his nightclothes, padding across the floor like a cat and gradually turning on all the lights as he went. Habit, he told himself. He glanced at the clock as he rifled through the medicine in the pantry- 7:13. He swore under his breath and grabbed a few different bottles, as well as a glass of water, and made his way back into the bedroom. Fukuchi was sitting up now, looking at him with misty eyes that squinted at him through the light in the room. Fukuzawa set the pills and the water on a side table and glared, hands going to his hips as he raised an eyebrow at the man. Fukuchi’s voice was scratchy when he answered. “At least I didn’t get out of the bed.”

“Don’t care. This still counts as exerting yourself.” Fukuzawa snarked back, turning dismissively and starting to pour a few pills out onto the counter. Fukuchi pressed further, “How could I take the medicine if I didn’t sit up first?” Fukuzawa began to answer, his pointer finger raised, when he stopped, his jaw snapping shut as he turned away again. “Fair.” He admitted. “But your incessant need to backtalk is a form of wasting energy.” He turned back, smirking and presenting the glass of water for Fukuchi to take. “Nice try though.” Fukuchi, with a complacent smile, went quiet and obediently took his medicine, wincing as the pills scraped against his sore throat as they went down. He let out an exasperated sigh as he flopped back down into the sheets, casting a pitiful look up at Fukuzawa. “I feel gross...” he took a tentative sniff. “And I can’t breathe.” He paused as his face began to take on a painful grimace as his breath began to gather in intensity. Fukuchi never did anything by halves and from the looks of his twitching nostrils this was going to be the start of a very messy cold.

Fukuzawa sat at the edge of the bed, scooting closer, grabbing the oversized sleeve of his tunic he hovered it in front of the twitching man nose. “I got you”. That seemed to be the tipping point and the man beneath him sneezed harshly against the rough fabric. “Should I say bless you or call a priest? You still have a soul or was the expelled out along with…” He paused looking at the damage done but doesn’t continue as the man laying in the bed starts hitching more. He tugged the blanket away from Fukuchi’s body, which the other responded to with a slight shiver and another desperate hitch. Fukuzawa felt a stab of guilt. “I know. It’ll be over soon.” He then took a deep breath- this was going to be bad- and reached down, gathering Fukuchi up in his arms and lifting. Fukuchi stayed in desperate limbo, having complete trust in Fukuzawa’s actions. Fukuzawa allowed himself to be stunned for a moment before he smirked down at the man in his arms and ran his tip of his fingernail over the later nose. The effect was instantaneous, and the man jolted with harsh sneezes that even Fukuzawa felt guilty for causing them.

When the fit calmed down, they were both flushed. “Is it broken?” Fukuchi mumbled as he was placed back down on the mat. Fukuzawa turned from where he was wiping the blanket which was destroyed and arched one of his perfect brows. “What?” Fukuchi blinked slowly at him. “My nose is it broken.” Fukuzawa didn’t answer for a moment, pure disbelief running through him before he turned back to him. “No, it is not broken, you have a bad cold sneezing is just a-”

“If you say part of having a cold I will kill you-”

“You would not, then who would spar with you?” He let out a mock huff of frustration. “Unbelievable, love bug. Hurry up and blow your nose.” Fukuchi, despite his various aches and pains, managed his own very dramatic eyeroll, noticed but ignored by Fukuzawa, before he began to blow his nose. “Gross,” he muttered, finally onto the floor and placing his hand on his forehead.

Within a few minutes Fukuchi began to feel achy and cold again, going to burrow back under the blankets as Fukuzawa took his turn wiping the other nose, and talking about antibodies so something unimportant. If a headache hadn’t chosen that moment to start pounding in Fukuchi’s skull, he would have let him continue. Still, he had to admit, it seemed Fukuzawa was trying to keep his own voice down, which Fukuchi was immensely grateful for. He tried to express the sentiment to Fukuzawa, but all that came out were sleepy, unintelligible mumbles. “Go back to sleep.” Fukuzawa whispered, carding his fingers through Fukuchi’s hair. “It’s still another few hours until you can take those pills again. I’ll be right here.”

That was an order that was hard to ignore, and before he knew it Fukuchi was blinking awake again, the fuzz in his head clearing and allowing him to register that Fukuzawa had not, in fact, kept his promise. He reached out and felt the Fukuzawa-shaped indent on the other side of the bed; still warm. He sighed, sensing calling out would be a bad idea, if the pain in his throat was anything to go by. He didn’t want to worry his boyfriend either; he recalled the time he’d called Fukuzawa’s name from the kitchen, prompting the other to panic and race in half-dressed, demanding which knife he’d cut himself on. It hadn’t taken long to reassure Fukuzawa he was fine and had only been looking for a pan, but the fearful look in those eyes still haunted him. So, he closed his eyes and lay still for a few minutes more, looking up as Fukuzawa came in, a steaming bowl in his hands.

Fukuchi’s face turned questioning as he watched a blush spread its way across Fukuzawa’s face. “I thought you’d like some soup… I read that when you are sick chicken soup is especially rich in a compound called carnosine, and it's this that studies suggest helps reduce that stuffy, congested feeling in your nose and throat.” He states while setting the soup on the side table and once more shaking out a couple of pills from their respective bottles. The dopey, lovestruck look on Fukuchi’s face was soon replaced with his trademark fond smile, the one only Fukuzawa earned, and he sat up and began making his way through the bowl of soup, letting the warmth soothe his throat and inching closer to Fukuzawa when the other sat beside him.

Halfway through his meal, Fukuchi let the spoon clink back into the bowl and leaned into Fukuzawa with a very uncharacteristic whine. Fukuzawa’s tone was firm but not cold as one hand snaked up to rub at the nape of Fukuchi’s neck. “You should finish it.” He murmured. “You won’t have what you need to get better otherwise.” Fukuchi didn’t answer, just nuzzled closer, seeking the coolness of Fukuzawa’s skin. “It’s hot.” Was all he said, earning a look. He pulled back for a moment, worried he’d said something wrong, before Fukuzawa turned to face him, cupping Fukuchi’s face in his hands and gently pressing his palms to Fukuchi’s face. “Better?” Fukuchi stared, feeling his chest starting to tighten. He really does love me. He closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep soon after that.

#snzblr secret santa 2023 #sneeze #snez #my fic writing #myfanfic #my fanfic #b/ungou stray dogs #b/sd #sneezefic

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