#function; yah answers (answered ask)

[twinsmoochies-are-goodsmoochies]

can i just say. yotsuyu AND the twins??? excellent taste 💕

Ahhh thank you!

What's funny is I really really hated both Alphinaud and Yotsuyu when I first played. And then thru replays and thinking about things, now they're both absolute faves, and F/Os~!

(Alisaie I loved from her return in the pre-SB patches, which I played before Bahamut or else I prolly would have felt the same about her too xD)

[scarletwinterxx]

my 200 - mark lee imagine

helllooooo, it's been a while😅 well to sum up the time i was gone, i've been busy with work, i cried alot after taeyong's enlistment, i secured tickets to see dreamies, i cried some more. i think that's it hahah anywayssss Mark Solo!!! i love love love the song🥺 and that's my inspo for this scenario, hope you like it!

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"So, are you still mad at him?" Haechan asks again. The same question he's been asking since the other night you went home upset. Ofcourse being your brother he knows you, he might be annoying as heck but he does care for you.

"I'm not mad at him"

"Then why aren't you talking?"

"Who says we aren't talking?" you asked back

"You haven't charged your phone since yesterday. I would know since I can track you. Number two, you're actually hanging out with me"

You hit him on the arm, glaring at him

"No but really, you good?" he asks

"I don't like it when you get serious. But to answer your question, no I'm not so fine right now" you finally admit

"So you two really fought? wow, never thought I'd see the day"

"Shut up, we didn't fight. I just said something and he freaked out then I freaked out now we're here" you vaguely explain, Haechan look at you with a confused look on his face.

"Care to share?" he prods

"I said I love you to him, I'm not even mad if he didn't say it back because that's not why I said it but the way he reacted got me thinking maybe I shouldn't have said it. There, now you know"

Haechan looks at you for a few seconds before shaking his head and walking ahead without saying anything else

"Yah! Where are you going?"

"Away from your stupid" he teases you, "I'm already upset enough, you can atleast pretend to be on my side"

He stops walking making you halt too. Haechan takes a deep breath before speaking as if he's preparing to make a speech

"I'm only gonna say this now because it's still weird my bestfriend is dating my sister, so you listen okay? This is Mark we're talking about. The same guy who let me boss him around just so I finally let you go out for coffee with him. The Mark that stayed with you at the hospital when you sprained your ankle and wouldn't let you lift even your finger for weeks until you got better. The Mark who would get coffee for you when don't even like the smell of coffee. I have to listen to him swoon over you every time we hang out, I hate it but I like him for you. Is that the guy you're doubting?"

As you listen to his words, all those scenarios play in your head. Each one making your heart fill with warmth only Mark could make you feel. Haechan and Mark have been friends longer than you and Mark have dated, he knows his bestfriend and you trust your brother.

"Then what do I do? I don't want to freak him out"

"If anything, I think he freaked himself out" Haechan chuckles, "Believe me, when it comes to you his brain cannot function right. He speaks many language but he forgets all of them when it's you he's thinking about"

You smile at that, feeling better.

"You're still coming to open mic night, right?" Haechan asks

"Ofcourse, Mark's still playing so I'll be there"

"Good, talk to him after. Not before, after. He won't get the words out if you talk to him before"

That night you arrived at the chill bar rented for the event. Mark told you a weeks ago he's playing, you were excited to hear him play live.

Just because you're in a bit of a situation doesn't mean you won't cheer for him. That's why Mark has been looking at the door ever since he arrived. Every time someone walks in, he gets his hopes up to finally see you since he had his freak out infront of you but it's been 40 minutes and you're still not here.

He should've picked you up. As your boyfriend, he thinks that's his job but Haechan told him the two of you will meet him there. Atleast you're coming.

"Hey Mark, you're next" Dejun calls him, gesturing to the small stage. Mark takes a look at the door one last time before walking onstage, strapping his guitar on before facing the audience.

Meanwhile, somewhere in the dark corner you concealed yourself from his view. You've been watching him watch the door, a pang in your chest when his hopeful eyes turn sad.

You watch him get on stage, getting his guitar and tapping the mic to make sure it's on.

"Hello... Hi... Okay it's working. Uh Hi everyone, I'm Mark. For tonight I'm going to sing an original song I wrote. Hope you like it" he smiles, earning cheers from the crowd.

You don't miss the squeals from the females in the crowd, whispering amongst themselves while looking at him in a way you don't really like.

Standing straight against the wall, you wait for him to start

"First you crashed into

my life and you just broke

My roof and my window

girl you had me shook"

You knew Mark's singing voice is good, countless times he serenaded you. Him and his guitar and you as his only audience.

"Who told me

love would come down

like a million rocks"

"You are my rockstar

Without you

I’ll always feel alone

When I’m lost

you guide me home yeah

You make my whole heart

When nothing adds up

I’ll be your number

You’re a 106 and I’m 94 yeah"

You can't even say or do anything but listen to him. Each word sinking in, in your head you're wishing to the universe that the words were meant for you.

In that moment, his eyes meet yours. Just like that, Mark's gaze changes. Like his purpose for being here finally arrived. Now he's not closing his eyes as he sing, he's looking right into your eyes straight into your soul as he says the words

"A million different stars but you’re the one

First you crashed into my life and you just broke

My roof and my window girl you had me shook

I’m living that Drama in my head again

Who told me love would come down like a million rocks

The rock you came with was an alibi

You and I we have the same disguise

Even that long brim of grey cap can’t hide

So till night rolls in again, together Can we rise up

You are my rockstar

Without you I’ll always feel alone

When I’m lost you guide me home yeah

You make my whole heart

When nothing adds up I’ll be your number

You’re a 106 and I’m 94 yeah"

The crowd cheers as he finishes the song but all he can see is you. He puts down the guitar then makes a beeline towards you. Everything else is background noise to him.

When he gets to you, he can't say anything. The words getting stuck.

"You sound great. The song too" you tell him

"Thanks" he mumbles, making you laugh. Instead of saying anything else, you just throw your arms around him, instantly he hugs you back. Burying his head in-between your neck and shoulder, a few days is too long without your hugs so he missed you terribly.

"I missed you" you hear him mumble

Tangling your fingers in his hair, you bask in his warmth. You missed him just as much. Any misunderstanding already forgotten.

"Let's get out of here" he says, breaking from the hug first before leading you out the door

"Where are we going?" you ask

"Anywhere, I just want to be alone with you" he smiles, giving you a quick kiss on the temple before the two of you started to walk with no destination for the night.

"So... tell me about the song"

Your intertwined hands swings in between the two of you, you watch him smile to himself like he just remembered something funny.

"It's called 200"

"200?"

He nods his head, "like you know 106 plus 94" he reference the lyrics to his song

"Yea that too, what does that mean by the way?" you ask, genuinely curious as to what inspired him to name the song 200 and the meaning behind the love filled lyrics

"94 days, that's when we had our first kiss. On the 94th day since we started dating. We went ice skating, then I walked you home. We kissed outside your door" he tells you, his eyes stay on the ground while yours stay on him

You can't even begin to describe what you're feeling right now. Kind of confused but also very very much moved with his words.

"and the 106?"

"You know... the first time we... yea that." he scratches the back of his neck, getting shy to explain the second reference but you already know what he meant.

This time you stop walking making Mark stop too. Finally he looks up at you, "So 200?" you ask

He bites his lips, his mind trying to process the words because he doesn't want to mess this up. He moves so now he's full facing you, pulling on your other hand so now he's holding both and you're now facing him too.

"There are a lot of meaning for 200 actually. But one of them could be 'Divine Timing', it means to trust the universe and Heaven are working on it, that you need to wait before everything falls into place. You know I used to think it would be so hard to fall in love, I used to wonder how would someone know that that person is the one for them. What if they're not? What then? I had so many questions, I had so many doubts" he admits, explaining the meaning behind 200

"Then like an answered prayer, you came into my life. I've never questioned anything since. Not until you told me you loved me, that night I was at lost. Not because I don't feel the same, it's because I do. I do love you. How is it that the girl of my dreams and my reality loves me too and she said it first before I could? Do I deserve her? Do I deserve you?"

By this time, tears welled up on the corners of your eyes. Mark looks at you in awe, wiping the few tears that managed to escape

"Sorry I acted that way, I had so many things to say but I didn't know how"

"Haechan did say you tend to forget how to speak when you're with me" you joke, making Mark laugh

"Well he's not wrong, you just render me speechless every time" he tells you

"So the song was about me?"

"Yes, and each and every song I sang. Some of my own, others I've picked because it reminded me of you. You are the music of my life, my only muse. I'll be your music for this lifetime" he takes your face in his hands, memorizing every detail of this moment so he could sing about it for the years to come.

"You love me?" you ask, pouting adorably at your boyfriend. He nods at you with a smile on his face before kissing you sweetly

"Very very very much. I love you, so so much" He whispers against your lips, sealing each word with a kiss like sealing a promise to you.

You smile with each peck, your grin growing until you were giggling. Music to Mark's ears. "I love you, too" you tell him

"I know you hate math, but when nothing adds up just think 200" he jokes making you laugh

"You and your way with words" you playfully roll your eyes at him

"You love me"

"That I do, Mark Lee. That I do.  

[rassicas]

I have looked everywhere for a clean explanation on what exactly a LIMITER is, all i know so far is its illegal to participate in turf wars without one and they regulate an inkfish's Special Ability.

...Yet what does it look like, when is it added to ones body and why is there so little known about it?

Ive looked up Inkipedia (best boi for info besides you X)) and theirs not much on it.

Like Captian 3 has their Limiter removed a.e frommthe boss fight in OE and i think that weird specail she was capable of in S3 only cause HER limiter was still gone. So does it like not only keep control of what special one can use and actually perform like an inputted template?

And without it and enough practice an Octoling or Inkling can somehow create their own Special? Could that have used in the Great Turf War?

Is that one reason why Limiters are put into us?

I am hooing yah might have a better insight into these...

>why is there so little known about it? Was literally only mentioned one time in canon. this is too many questions in one ask that nobody has answers to (i do NOT wanna get into talking about things like special weapons themselves and special cans, too huge of a topic) so ill just talk about limiters. Based on what other official info we have about specials i have thought about it and I think i have a decent idea of what it could be for. I've been hoping to talk about it in a video properly one of these days. Specials are canonically tied to strong emotion, and are powered by ink from inkfish in heightened emotional states. This is evidenced from the finale of Octo Expansion, a page in the s1 artbook, and a couple other places.

Something like emotions is really variable from person to person, and if emotions can literally effect your ink output, then that doesn't seem... fair? I think the limiter is a part of the ink tank has the function through— whatever kind of advanced technology they have— to regulate their special output so its not purely emotion based but rather tied to a more concrete value of ink output (though i imagine there is some gameification happening here). I also imagine ink tanks regulate clothing abilities too. special charge up would lighten up the limiter. anyways, Another important thing to note is that using a special also results in the output of a LOT of ink.

If someone is able to constantly be in that special charge state, using specials, and producing that much ink, I can easily imagine it being a strain on their body after some time. In short, I think the limiter is a part of the ink tank that helps keep turf wars fair, and has a second purpose of keeping the player from overexerting themselves.

[anxious-dumpling]

♡ Fandoms: BTS!

♡ Genre: SFW Littlespace, One-shot, Fluff!

One day, you're invited onto a shoot with BTS called, 'BTS Meets a Little for the First Time'.

(2,300 words.)

Notes: In this universe, Littlespace is permanent. If you don't know much about Littlespace, please research the topic elsewhere, since this story doesn't reflect how Littlespace functions in real life! Thank you!

When the director's countdown reaches zero, Kim Namjoon puts on a pleasant smile and begins greeting the camera in English.

"Hello, everyone! We are-!"

"Bangtan Sonyeondan!"

"And today we are gunna be meeting a Little for the very first time."

The interviewer watches them from behind the camera, holding a clipboard of simple questions for the seven K-Pop stars. When Hello82 first contacted BTS's managers and proposed an interview with them, they knew they had to accept. The concept of Littlespace has been getting more attention on the internet recently after a celebrity mentioned it during a live show, so they're hopping on the trend.

"How much do you know about Littlepsace?" The interviewer asks in English.

Namjoon translates quickly.

Hoseok pulls a cheeky grin and exaggeratedly points down at Taehyung.

"Him!" He says in English. "Him. Yeah."

Namjoon chuckles, his cheeks punctuated with two charming dimples. "Yes. Taehyung has been doing a lot of extensive googling about this topic before we got here."

"Little bit." Taehyung smiles shyly, pinching his fingers together.

"I think he would be the most knowledgeable out of all of us, to be honest. He loves kids, you know, so this is like his time to shine."

"And you guys have never met a Little before, right?"

"That's right."

"Are you excited?"

Namjoon repeats the question in Korean, and all seven members answer with varying degrees of enthusiasm, from Jimin and Taehyung clapping with cheesy grins, to Yoongi and Jungkook just smiling mildly.

"Okay, great. Well, today we have a very special guest who has kindly come from the Seoul Littlespace Care Centre with her Caregiver, Park Jongsuk, to see you." They give a small round of applause. "And to make things interesting, we are going to be putting you into three groups and giving you some challenges to complete." Ah, Jinjja?, Jungkook mutters. "You will have to attempt to feed her her favorite food, receive a hug from her, and make her laugh. The group to succeed in all three of these challenges will win."

"Woooow," They all exclaim, looking around at one another.

Jimin raises his hand, speaking in Korean. "I think she will like me the most."

"Yah," Seokjin leans forward. "I don't want to hear an amateur speaking on this matter. I deal with you guys all day, so how should this be much different? Tsk. Exactly. No doubt I'll win her over."

Hoseok barks a laugh, grabbing Jimin's shoulders while he doubles over with embarrassed giggles.

"He-" Namjoon laughs, trying to translate his bandmates' silliness, "He's saying he will win because he has experience dealing with the younger ones in the group."

"Shall we bring her out?"

He smiles. "Yeah, let's do it."

Be calm, you think to yourself, Jongsuk said they're nice!

Your caregiver leads you around the corner and into the filming studio. You squeeze his hand, using your other to tug nervously on your piggy tail. All of a sudden, three men in front of the camera greet you with bright smiles and exclamations of Gwiyeooo.

He leads you to sit on the fluffy white rug with them and sets you in his lap.

"Hello," Jongsuk says softly in Korean, bowing slightly.

The men copy his greeting. You eye them curiously, tilting your head. The one sitting closest to you and your caregiver is Kim Seokjin. You recognise him from the photocards the studio gave you to prepare for today. In the picture, he had brown hair, but you see now that he actually has pink hair! Wow. You want to reach out and touch it to see if it feels as soft as cherry blossoms, so that's exactly what you do.

He rises from his bow with a shocked chuckle.

"Aish, sweetie, hands to yourself." Jongsuk gently chides, pulling your hand back into your lap. "I guess that's her way of greeting you."

"Hello." Jin mutters sweetly, giving you a small wave. He tilts his head toward you, letting you tug on his hair again.

The two other men scoot forward, offering you some more greetings. The one in the middle is Hoseok, and he's got a lovely smile. The one beside him is Namjoon, and he's big and scary and has muscles, but he's also got a lovely smile, so you don't get up and run away just yet. Jongsuk promised you that his new friends are all very nice, remember!

You let go of Jin's hair and nervously fiddle with your sweater, making them laugh.

"You're scaring her already!" Hoseok jokingly scolds Namjoon. "Don't ruin our chances!"

"She's shy around new people." Jongsuk explains, grabbing your hands and bouncing them around playfully. "Isn't that right?"

You nod, staring Namjoon down. 

"Has she done anything like this before?" He asks.

"We've actually worked with Baby Cloud on a few videos in the past, but this is her first proper interview-style video."

"And she speaks...?"

"Korean and English." He answers.

"Ah. Korean and English."

"Hi." Hoseok smiles at you in English.

"Say hi." Jongsuk encourages you.

"Hi, Hoseok-Samchon." You obidiently greet, using the title Samchon just like Jongsuk taught you, which roughly means Uncle.

You didn't think it was possible, but Hoseok looks even happier when you say that. You think he might've swallowed the sun for breakfast this morning. "Aaaah. Hi!"

"Hi, Seokjin-Samchon." You continue, offering a small bow. "Hi, Namjoon-Samchon."

"Hi," They both respond excitedly.

"Are you hungry, Jagiya?" Seokjin asks you. "We hear you like banana bread."

That's one of your favourite treats!

"Banana bread?!"

"Yeah!" He reaches behind him and pulls a packaged slice of banana bread from the coffee table, carefully tearing it open.

Jongsuk suggests, "You wanna go sit with Seokjin-Samchon?"

You think about it for a second. Hm. Then you nod. You like Jin's hair and he has a tasty snack for you, so of course you'll sit with him. You rise from Jongsuk's lap and plop down in Seokjin's instead, which is very spacious and comfy, opening your mouth eagerly.

"Aaaaah," He mirrors you, popping a piece of bread on your tongue. "Mmmmm. Good?"

You nod enthusiastically, grabbing for more.

"Aigooo, finish the piece in your mouth first." He exclaims, making you giggle.

"He's a natural." Hoseok exclaims in surprise.

"So, what does she normally eat?" Namjoon asks.

"Well, we feed her according to her mental age, which mostly ranges from two to six," Jongsuk answers, "So, you know, mashed fruits, boiled vegetables, yoghurts, but sometimes bigger meals. Meat, rice, stews. And tteokbokki. She loooooves tteokbokki."

"She doesn't have trouble using chopsticks?"

"Hmm... Sometimes. Her motor skills are mostly that of an adult's, but applying them can be challenging when you're in the mental state of a two or six year old, you know, so we sometimes have to help her with that. Or we get her children's chopsticks."

"Ah."

"Some people think she might have poor hand-eye coordination or something like that, but she doesn't."

Hoseok listens with interest. "So, physically, she's not on par with a child?"

"Correct. Unless you count chemicals and hormones in the brain," He jokes.

"And her height," Giggles Namjoon.

"Hey. Can Seokjin-Samchon have a hug?"

Without even thinking, you wrap your arms around Seokjin and he returns it, hugging you tightly.

"Gwiyeooooo," They all say at the same time.

Then Hoseok tries feeding you the banana bread while Seokjin and Namjoon ask Jongsuk some more questions. They're curious, because you're not like them. You're as tall as an adult, you look like an adult, but you know you're not really an adult. You like to play with stuffed animals and watch cartoons. You can't drive a car, get a job, or use a bank card. You don't even live in a normal house!

Not until you find a family, at least. But most people don't want a Little. They want a real child.

Once you've taken a piece of bread from each of them, they all clap lightly, making you smile around your stuffed cheeks.

"Well, team Hyung," The interviewer says, "I think you succeeded in all three challenges."

"Yaaaaaay!"

Hoseok gives you a gentle double high-five.

Jongsuk was right! These new friends are great. They're friendly, they're gentle, and one of them even has pink hair!

The second group comes out after the first leaves, making you a little sad.

"Hi, Yoongi-Samchon," You shyly greet them as they sit on the rug, "Hi, Jimin-Samchon."

Yoongi gives a shallow bow, while Jimin grins and leans forward, offering you a high five like Hoseok did. Ah! His face is suuuuper close to yours! You shrink back into Jongsuk, shaking your head nervously. The poor man giggles and turns red at your rejection, covering his face.

"Aigoo," He exclaims, "I'm sorrrrrryyyy!"

Yelling?! Why's he yelling? His loud voice disturbs you even more, and just like that, your eyes are stinging and filling with tears.

"No, no, no, please don't cry," Jimin panics. "Oh, no. We just sat down!"

"Jimin-ah," Yoongi laughs, "You're awful at this."

"It's okay," Your caregiver laughs along with him as he wipes your eyes. "Oh, it's okay. Jimin-Samchon didn't mean it."

Jimin tells you in English, "I'm sorryyyy."

"Here, you want some yoghurt? Strawberry yoghurt?" Yoongi reaches behind him for a small tub of pink yoghurt and a spoon. He rips the seal off and Jongsuk pushes you off his lap, encouraging you to go over to Yoongi. "Here. Come here."

Sniffling, you kneel down beside Yoongi. He opens his mouth and you copy him.

"Shuuuuuuu," He does the areoplane with the spoon, and you eat the yoghurt with no problems.

"Aish," Jimin flops onto his back dramatically. "Hyung, what's your secret?"

Jongsuk pats him on the shoulder.

As Jimin sits back up, he opens his arms and wiggles his fingers, asking for a hug.

You get back up and run behind the camera.

"Aigoooooo," Yoongi hits him with the spoon. "Look what you've done."

The interviewer chuckles. "Okay, I think we should move onto the next group."

"I'm sorry, Jagiyaaaaa." Jimin pouts.

Seokjin cackles at him from the back of the room.

The final group is Taehyung-Samchon and Jungkook-Samchon. When they enter, they make sure to keep their voices low and their movements small, not wanting to make Jimin's mistake of being too loud. Taehyung's smile almost takes up his whole face.

"Helloooo," He says in English as the two of them sit down. "My name is Taehyungie. Nice to meet you."

"Hi, Taehyungie-Samchon." You mutter. "Hi, Jungkook-Samchon."

"Hello." Jungkook also says in English.

They offer polite greetings to Jongsuk as well, and then Taehyung pulls a watermelon flavored lollipop from his shirt pocket and takes the plastic off, offering the candy to you with a warm expression. How did he know that's your favorite flavor of candy?

You take it from him and pop it in your mouth, making him clap giddily and pet your knee. "Yaaaay."

Jungkook laughs. "Hey, you can't bribe her with candies!"

Tae ignores him, keeping all his attention on you.

The interviewer asks, "Taehyung, was this part of your research?"

"I watched all the Baby Cloud videos she's been in," He explains, "And I saw that the watermelon candies were always her favorite."

"Smart." Jongsuk praises him.

While you suck on the candy, Taehyung shows you a stuffed animal plush that was on the coffee table, and Jungkook asks, "So, is this what her everyday life is like? She doesn't ever... I don't know, behave like an adult?"

"Right. Her brain is perfectly healthy, and she's perfectly smart, but she'll always function within the emotional range of a child."

"Ah. Okay."

"It can take a bit of getting used to, can't it?"

He hesitates for a moment, not wanting to say anything offensive. "Uuhhh. A little bit."

"I understand that. I mean, it can be hard to grasp the fact that she's not pretending or exaggerating. But this is just how her brain works."

"Do people think she's pretending?"

"All the time. They keep waiting for her to snap out of it or drop the act, but of course, it won't ever happen."

"Mmm." He hums thoughtfully, gazing at you.

"Can Taehyungie-Samchon have a cuddle, Jagiya?" He asks you nicely, opening his arms.

You scoot over to him and give him a short, loose hug just to be nice, because he gave you a candy.

"Aaah, thank youuuuuu."

"You're welcome, Taehyungie-Samchon."

"Good manners, Jagiya." Your caregiver smiles at you. "What about Jungkookie-Samchon? Does he get a hug?"

"Mmmm...." You look at Jungkook's heavily tattooed arm and his facial piercings, shaking your head. "No."

All three of them laugh at your blunt answer.

"Alright, I think that concludes this segment."

Taehyung waves goodbye to the camera with you. "Buh-byeeeeee."

"So, what did you guys think of this experience?"

"So cute!" Hoseok exclaims, his Korean accent thickening under his excitement. "Her- Her face. Awww. So cute! Right?"

"Well, Jimin wouldn't know anything about that," Jin sasses, turning to his junior, "Because you made her cry, didn't you?!"

"Aigo," He groans, "I didn't mean to."

"Can you believe this guy?"

The interviewer swiftly cuts off their shenanigans. "Team three - Taehyung and Jungkook - managed to get two points during their segment. Taehyung expertly charmed her with a candy, and received a hug. Team two, however..."

Laughter breaks out among the seven members.

"Only received one point. They impressed us by upsetting her in record time, but Yoongi saved it with the strawberry yoghurt."

The mentioned man gives the camera a smug thumbs up, while the younger of the two continues to fake-sob dramatically.

"That leaves team three as our winner!"

"That's right!" Jin shouts suddenly in English, clapping loudly. "That's right! What I tell you, huh?!"

"After a small hiccup in the beginning, she managed to overcome her nervousness thanks to the help of her charming Jin-Samchon, and happily ate some banana bread with all three members. They also made her laugh and received a hug! Well done!"

"Well done," Namjoon repeats with a smile, clapping along with everyone. "Thank you for letting us meet her."

"Thank you, Hello 82!" 

"Thank you!"

As they bow and wave goodbye to ARMY, the video comes to an end.

[yaraaflor]

is there a reason you like dickhelena? what's your ideal idea of a relationship between them - a shorter thing or do you see them working out

omg tell me how this ask has been in my inbox a whole ass month and i never saw it... my bad anon i wasn't ignoring you lol i just never get asks ig. anyways! answer got long so it's under the cut.

dickhelena my beloved... well first of all i do NOT see them ever working out as a like. super long-term married couple type thing. i think their relationship could be functionally good in a lot of ways but they will always have a fundamentally different view of killing and the ethics of it. and i don't think dick would ever be able to fully get past that. like... how do i put this... i think he would be able to get over it TO A POINT out of love, but it would always be a source of tension between them, and at some point the issue would be forced, either by helena killing someone or them disagreeing about somebody else killing someone. i don't think dick's no-killing morality is quite as strong as bruce's, but it's not nothing to him. and i also think he would take issue with the why of it all - like helena killing people bc she believes they cannot be reformed, as opposed to like. idk kory who comes from a different culture and has had to kill her own oppressors.

and also i think bruce would be a permanent issue for them. like helena has a super complex relationship with bruce (and ofc dick does too but he's always going to be loyal to bruce, as his father figure), and bruce sure as hell would not approve of their relationship. which, dick wouldn't let bruce just trample all over his love life, but. at a certain point, having your SO and your family at odds with each other can become exhausting.

BUT just because i don't think they would last forever doesn't mean i don't think the relationship would be meaningful. i think they could have a lot of fun together, if they let themselves, and i think they could make each other happy for a time.

i think a key part of dickhelena is, even when they disagree, they're not incapable of understanding each other. they're both children of gotham who have lost a lot to violence and are trying to help others avoid that. and unlike a lot of the other bats, they both try to maintain an ordinary life and job alongside their vigilante work. they both have soft hearts and hard heads. the way they show it is pretty different, but it's there.

and i mean part of the draw of the relationship to me is the complexity of it. of being at odds about one or two major issues, but compatible in so many other ways. of having a kind of love-hate, flirting-fighting dynamic, and a bit of a messy history. but despite that, seeing the good in each other, and still seeing it even when things are over.

there's something to be said, imo, for relationships that don't work out, but don't end with bad blood either. like it's those relationships that often help people learn and grow, and i think they get overlooked in fandom a lot. for understandable reasons! we all have an otp we want to be in love forever. but for dick and helena, i think of them more as like a 'we didn't work out but it's not because the love wasn't there' type thing. love isn't always enough to make things last and that's important to realize.

....looking back i feel like to a certain extent my answer might not be satisfactory here bc a part of my reason for liking dickhelena is like... i just do? lol. like i love both their characters and i like them together and i think they have a certain chemistry that i can't really put into words. and i understand that not everyone feels that way about them which is fine.

but yah. sorry for making you wait for this anon lol

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Hiiiii. Gun and goo planning/going on a trip together HC WHEN [politely asking]

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Gun and Goo planning a trip together head cannon here we go!

Also sorry for answering late. Got caught up by first week of assignments lol

Goo planning the trip together with Gun:

Never let him plan the trip

He will just make the whole trip more inconvenient even if it is work-related

Ho going for a 50-kilometer trip that takes only take 3 hours? He will make 5 hour trip.

He doesn’t even plan it at all

Booking hotel? Nah he gonna do it at the last minute of the booking hotel when it's about nighttime

What about lunch and dinner? That lil shit wouldn’t book any reservation in any 5 stars to a normal restaurant so Gun and he ends up eating drive-through of McDonald’s somehow also packed.

All Gun thinks ‘The calories in this and the fats are unhealthy’ as he looks at his McCrispy Classic Burger Set order while Goo just eating his favorite hamburger 1955 Burger Meal.

The night is rising and Sun is falling, Goo forgot to book the hotel again but it looks like he is doing it intentionally doing it.

So Goo and Gun end up booking into a haunted-looking hotel

The hotel room is “clean” with no messes, and a clean blanket, the bathroom is functional, and service of the counter is an old man that looks like a corpse. Gun would just stare at him and pray that the trip would just end or just end Goo as he can’t bear this mess up the trip that Goo’s unplanned trip.

Night came Gun is got himself relaxed as he took a surprisingly working heater hot shower while Goo already in pajamas and cover himself with the blanket and his eye mask in a yearning sleeping position

Gun lay down on his bed and closed the light that is beside his bed.

Kakakkaakakakakakaaka

Goo stirs as he can hear the uncomfortable whisper, he also can feel someone groping him.

Goo flip around until he had enough.

He sat up and remove his sleeping mask and look around.

Nothing, He sees Gun in a deep sleep of a stargazing position.

So Goo lay back down and tried to go back to sleep.

As he tries to go back to sleep, he can feel a sharp nail trailing his back

He took a small peek as he want to see whom the heck is groping him

And he sees the cursed like juju*su ka*sen that he has been reading

WTF that fucking too cool!

Goo thought he want to raise his body and touch the curse but was unable to as it look like he is in sleep paralyzed state

The next day Gun and Goo now booking out, seeing in Goo in that state like he have been drained by a succubus or didn’t sleep at all, Gun just shoved Goo in the passenger seat thinking that Goo would just drive the car out of the road barrier as they would travel to the mountain road.

“Gun what did yah think about that hotel? Cool right?” Goo states his face looking in a blissed/drugged-like state.

“Did you even sleep at all dumbass?” vein pop on Gun's face as he hates driving on the mountain road

“Nah, I didn’t sleep at all LOL. I think I just experience the peak of the juju*su ka*sen see curse! Lemme put a review on that hotel!” Goo laughs and searches up the hotel name online

….Silence ensures “Gun what was the hotel name again?”

“Hotel De luna, if I am not mistaken” Gun answers him while driving a full speed on the highway

“Hotel de luna” Goo types on the search engine while drinking his milk tea bottle that he just bought from the store

Goo spit his drink which resulted in Gun pressing the break as he was splattered by Goo's spat-out drinks.

Gun couldn’t help but whacked Goo’s head and demand the reason why he spits the drinks

“Gun, the hotel…. it says here that it burned down for almost a decade.” Goo shows his phone to the gun and it says on the website that the Hotel de luna was once a popular hotel but it have been burned down by someone and 5 staff members are being trapped inside the hotel during that time

The atmosphere turned cold

Gun being a Shinto religion just said “let's just agree not to mention this trip again”

After all, going in and being able to get out of the spirit world is considerably lucky

Both of them just agree to never mention this spirit world trip again

Gun planning the trip together with Goo:

Being a perfectionist, he is and he books a trip to Japan with Goo since he has been bugging Gun for a long time He wants to Japan while Gun just wants to visit his hometown to see how the yakuza doing.

He doesn’t want to be bombarded by Goo when he gets back to Korea

Gun made a booking for a 5-star hotel and restaurant

Being an adrenaline maniac and Fighting Junkie, it’s no surprise to Goo that they end up being in a gym and a swimming pool may be a beach that tolerates tattoos.

It's already on the third day in Japan, they have traveled around they visit popular onsens, pubs, host clubs, restaurants, and Akihabara which is the first day they visit since Goo bugged Gun about it.

Goo thinks it got so boring as he doing a small dumbbell until he saw one of the milfest women he ever sees in his life other than at those cosplay conventions or gym she is like Minamoto Raikou of FGO in person. Like the degenerate he is, he tries to use his broken Japanese to flirt with her. (he needs to learn basic Japanese as Gun doesn’t want to bring him on the trip unless he learns basics LOL)

Meanwhile, Gun doing heavy weight lifting he sees Goo approaching the lady, He can’t help but think that woman looks familiar.

Then it clicked to him that woman is one of the Yamazaki allies’ wife and his probably mother in law

When Gun is about to drop the Weight lift. Goo approached with a smiling face.

“Guess who got a lady's number~” Goo grinned widely

Gun just looks at him unimpressed as it looks like the planned trip will be interrupted.

He notices her wave at him with her mouthing

“Visit the tournament Yuzuru-kun~ If not your small vacation trip will be interrupted~”

Gun couldn’t help but nod at the woman

“Gun, she even gave me two a cruise ship ticket! Let’s ditch the plan and go there!”

Gun can’t help but feel the headache coming to him, so he just agrees to Goo's idea as he knows he is going complain to him on the way to the hotel after they are finished reps and showering.

That night they visit the docking area of the cruise ship

There are a lot of bodyguards, businessmen, and mercenaries let’s not forget yakuza.

“Woooooo, what is this place Gun! Also, look at those yakuza that like the” Goo goes sparkling.

“Shut it, Goo” Gun snapped at him as he is getting irritated from the chatter of Goo

Both Gun and Goo enter the cruise ship and was directed by their host on the way to the entertainment arena

“Ladies and Gen-“

“Gun what the heck is this place” Goo look around the arena

Gun put his cigarette and lit it.

“ffuu, Goo that lady you been flirting with is an ane-san to one of the Yamazaki allies” Gun puffs out the smokes

Goo looks at him in shock and say “damn, is this place like the Keng*n Ash*ra manga??”

“You can say, enjoy it while we here.” Gun answers him while raising his hand to call the waitress to serve them limited alcohol and snacks

“Yamazaki-sama~” a familiar face from the gym approach the two

“Kiryu-sama, Its been long time.” Gun stood up and bow 45 degrees to show respect to the older woman

“it been so long since you have visited the arena Yamzaki-sama, hopefully, you can enjoy this evening battle~ And when will you tie the knot with one of your candidates.” The Kiryu smiles teasingly at Gun.

“Kiryu-sama, You should know not to butt in about the candidates as there are none that can appease me.” Gun puffs out another smoke

“Gun, you know her? And what this about candidate.” Goo whisper to him

“Let me give a short introduction to this lady. This is Miss Kiryu she is one of the yamazaki ally’s wives she manages this underground arena.” Gun gave a short explanation to Goo not looking at him as he is busy pouring his bottle of sake and focusing announcer's introduction to the fighters

Kiryu smiled and approaches Goo full of tea to spill to him “Let me sit beside you and explain the whole history of this place and about Gun’s candidates hehe.” Gun doesn’t hear the last part as he is absorbed by the tournament battle going on.

Two days later, Goo and Gun enjoy the luxury of alcohol, gambling, and entertainment in a battle arena. There is even an artificial mixed onsen which Goo enjoys and Gun is just impressed by some changes of the cruise that he visited a few years ago.

They are also surrounded by soap girls during that time, you can say Goo go a shocked mood as he just discovers there is this type of service hidden in Japan.

The morning of dawn all the elites member of society have departed from them as they don’t want to be seen by reporters.

Gun and Goo also departed from the cruise and goes back to their hotel to grab their suitcase to travel back to Korea.

Both of them sit in the first-class seat, Minding their own business.

Goo is watching some anime on his TV screen and Gun reading a newspaper of Japan while drinking his coffee

“So I heard that you have 5 fiancées Gun.” Goo said out of blue

“Goo if you value your life as this plane is still in the air. Don’t say any word of it” Gun said in a monotone as his forehead vine pops

“But seriously damn those 5 fiancees are so damn hot yah saying you didn’t bang them at all??” Goo smiles widely.

A verbal fight ensures the plain

Both of them have a time-out when the flight attendant smiles like Charles Choi that will give them hell if they don’t break it.

You can just say that Gun and Goo just got blacklisted from that airline. LOL

No matter what Gun plans for his trip with Goo it will go in the opposite direction or go off the rail to a disaster event.

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POLL RESULTS—! > "Who are you?"

Indeed, that was an obvious question. One that it would enjoy asking YESTERDAY, it's recent wandering resident. What's ironic, however, is that the wanderer can't bother to answer it with full certainty.

For the next question began to echo in their mind, speaking in various voices and pitches.

Do you know who you are?

Do you remember what happened that year?

Who wounded you?

Do you know the truth of this world?

Over and over, they continued to hear the same question. Over and over, it grew louder and louder.

It was driving them insane, but how could it not? After all, they were forced to face the truth in their rest. Every damn night, they were forced to deal with the truth that still haunts them, the one that has hurt them to the point they can't function the same way they used to.

If only they were smarter. If only they were aware. If only they were not oblivious of the signs.

The clocks are chiming.

The voices are getting too loud.

Wake up.

WAKE UP.

DAY 4

Today was a normal day.

Well, okay, probably not a normal day with the amount of orders they had to do... But still enough to be sure that it fits the criteria.

When YESTERDAY woke up from that recurring nightmare, it had been hours past their usual time to open up shop. They were drenched in cold sweat because of what happened, so they had to remain closed for the day and take care of the orders they received days prior.

Listing off the orders, they can only sigh. They still felt rattled because of the dream they had, which ate at them constantly.

It was horrifying, to think that it still haunted them. Perhaps it was a reminder of their darkest moments with him.

...

Deep breaths, YESTERDAY. Relax. You're safe.

They looked over at a few and turned their head to the door. They wanted to head out and get more supplies, but they didn't feel safe to do so when tension is still high.

What a bother. They had hoped to be able to do something productive when they went out. But staying inside would only make them more rattled.

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What’s in a Name: Case for ‘Halbrand’ as Sauron’s True Name - One That Shall Never Be Known Part t. 2

Series : Pt 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Why does Sauron have an Elvish name? Well ‘Mairon’ isn’t a name, it’s a title

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The most pragmatic reason? Sauron once coexisted with the Eldar in Valinor and moved among them. Not far-fetched, as even post-prison Melkor was re-welcomed among the Noldor, who ‘took delight in the hidden knowledge that he could reveal to them' [1]. If so, dare it be asked, did the Eldar bestow their future tormentor “The Admirable” title? After all —Sauron, Gorthaur, Thû —Elves ain’t shy about giving old boy nicknames.

What is sure, as Noldor royalty, Galadriel and Mairon would have definitely met under better circumstances.

In contrast to the published The Silmarillion -- which has Mairon yelling #YOLO and joining Melkor in Middle-Earth long before the Elves awoke -- Tolkien did experiment with such a backstory origins storyline[8].

In S1:01, we see the light of the Two Trees of Valinor destroyed.

In The Silmarillion, Melkor forms an uneasy partnership with a giant spider named Ungoliant to carry-out the dastardly deed [2].

But in a different version, Sauron replaces her as the reason why Elves can’t have nice things before joining Melkor in Middle-Earth.

Sure, The Silmarillion is a draft yet it’s unlikely Tolkien would have reintroduced a plotline where Sauron and Eldar could be potential besties. It would require rewriting intricate lore. Besides, pre-Second Age was Melkor's time to wreak havoc on the Elves.

So again, why is Mairon an Elvish name?

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'Mairon' is a Quenya Elvish translation of 'The Admirable' in the Ainur Language

Valarin -- the "tongue of the gods" -- predates all Elvish forms. Few every learn it ,as most little Elf ears judged Valarin as unpleasant and alien AF. Some Valarin words and names into “fair Eldarin” (Elvish) [4].

See translations below. Listen to them said in Valarin here:

Aulë - Aȝūlēz

Telperion - Ibrîniðilpathânezel 

Manwë - Mânawenûz 

⁠Oromë - Arǭmēz

Ossë - Oššai/Ošošai

In Valarin, ‘Mairon’ is most likely Mayarônôz (pronounced my-yah-row-noze)

Although Tolkien never fleshed out Valarin, enough exists to fairly conceptualize ‘Mairon’. Translation credit to @valarinventures [4]:

Known Valarin words starting with a “M” + vowel translate exactly into Quenya. Now it’s ‘M’.

In Valarin, Ainur = Ayanûz. So the ‘ai’ of ‘Mairon’ is translated into ‘aya’ in Valarin. Now it’s ‘My-yah’.

(+/- z) suffix might indicate the nominative singular or plural noun. That is, Mayarônôz (+ z) might be ‘The Admirable’ (singular), while Mayarônô (- z) might be ‘The Admirables (plural).

If Mayarônôz left Valinor before they awoke, how did the Eldar learn of his name? In the Valaquenta, it’s written:

Among those of his servants that have names the greatest was that spirit whom the Eldar called Sauron… he was of the Maiar of Aulë, and he remained mighty in the lore of that people.

Surely, the Valar warned the Eldar of Melkor and Mairon wickedness. Possibly Oromë told them first, as he was tasked to find and protect the newly awakened Elves in Middle-Earth.

Did Galadriel know Valarin? Once Aulë’s apprentice, Yavanna's handmaiden, and Melian protege — it's likely Galadriel would know more Valarin than most Eldar.

Mayarônôz is still not Sauron's true name

Now the names that we have for the Valar or the Maiar, whether adapted from the Valarin or translated, are not right names but titles, referring to some function or character of the person; for though the Valar have right names, they do not reveal them. Save only in the case of Oromë…[Quendi] asked him what that signified, and again he answered: Oromë. To me only is it given; for I am Oromë. Yet the titles that he bore were many and glorious; but he withheld them at the time, that the Quendi should not be afraid [3].

(Say, what’s with the Ainur “no name reveal” policy?)

Oromë's admission here is profound: Ainur true names lack a primitive root meaning in Valarin. Only the sound of their names distinguish them. He also states that his name (and presumably all Ainur) was "given" to him. By Eru Illuvatar or other Ainur? It's unknown.

Thank you for reading! Your likes and tagged reblogs are appreciated. Got feedback?

What did you like? Got theories or insights to share?

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Works Cited

[1] On Fëanor and the Unchaining of Melkor, Morgoth’s Ring

[2] On the Darkening of Valinor, Morgoth’s Ring

[3] Quendi and Eldar

[4] Valarin - Like the Glitter of Swords

[5] Why You Should Love Your Guardian Angel (And Not Name Him)

[6] Osanwe - Tolkien Gateway

[7] Orkish and the Black Speech - base language for base purposes

[8] Name for a Dark Lord

[9] Quenya Grammar

[possibilistfanfiction]

sorry to change topic from the restaurant/chef au asks (which i love!!) but i was trying find your answers about living in la but couldn't find, so apologies if you already answered this - is la walkable or do you truly need a car? what neighborhoods would you recommend to a driving disaster (aka me)?

i would say that generally LA is one of the least walkable cities i’ve ever experienced. u can theoretically take public transit but it’s a nightmare, not functional at all. there are lots of cool neighborhoods but you can’t get to other neighborhoods walking; even cool neighborhoods aren’t necessarily walkable bc it’s just spread out as a place. i like the beach cities most (hermosa & venice are rly fun; manhattan is Beautiful but tbh like only rich white ppl so. not a vibe to live there). personally i wouldn’t want to live inland in socal (what’s the point); there’s some fairly walkable neighborhoods in long beach that i love, but that’s outside of LA proper. lots of queers in silverlake; echo park has my favorite bar of all time maybe. i would never live downtown or in weho (gross) but those are a little more walkable ostensibly. i really do think long beach is the best affordable & coolest place in LA county, but it’s not gonna be the right fit if you work in LA bc of the commute

but yah i would say. if you really want to live in LA & have fun, practice driving lol

[quill-and-again]

A Moment - Oleander Folderol

Part 4

Summary: Quill makes a deal with Oleander. They like assisted orgasms more than solo play, and are willing to answer his questions about them in exchange for a good lay. Oleander agrees.

Oleander belongs to @sanjis-all-blue and has been utilized with permission.

CW: Female-Mode Quill, extreme size difference, oral, ...thumbing?, mdni

Part 1 -:- Part 2 -:- Part 3 -:- Part 4 (YAH!) -:- Part 5

Half-Ass Illustration included - please note it's not explicit, but it is suggestive.

The last few days were a blur of questions and answers with Oleander. He had gone easy on you for a day after railing you into oblivion, but the questions had been almost without end.

You told him that you considered your first life, life 0, and had been counting up since then. This was the first time where you knew the world, but not yourself, but it wasn’t the first time your body changed under certain conditions. You only spoke objectively about the experiences - recounting simple details like what age you were when you died, what it was like transitioning between lives, and relating those worlds to this one, since it was Oleander’s only frame of reference.

While he questioned and queried, you studied in your own way.

Magic wasn’t unknown to you. Almost six centuries as an elf, and you knew magic more intimately than Oleander could hope to. If he could use it, so could you. But asking him to teach you was out of the question. So you were going to have to do whatever you could.

That meant sneaking a read of his books, learning from observation, and good old brute force try-until-it-works.

At least escaping the jar was just a matter of haki, and haki had been easy enough. You knew this world and had a decent idea of how it worked. It wasn’t too different from breathing techniques from other stories and worlds, so you had a solid chunk of knowledge regarding the function.

Oleander was going to be gone for a solid hour today. You know because he was complaining about it even as the poor sucker who got duped into fetching him was practically begging him to just come along. Prisoner transfer from another marine vessel. Lots of pomp and circumstance and paperwork.

The downside to your little jar break was that you couldn’t manipulate manna enough to undo the size transmutation. But manipulating the size of living things was tricky, manipulating non-living objects was far easier.

Oleander’s manna was always moving. He was always working it, and even though he seemed far more inclined to utility-styled applications instead of destructive ones, his capacity was impressive. Because of that you had a solid idea of how it worked as well. Manna inside the jar was scarce, but outside of it there was an abundance.

Either because no one else was using it, or because Oleander’s constant use of it had saturated his living spaces.

Hard to say.

But it made it easier for you whatever the reason. In twenty minutes time you had enough control over it to bring down a book from the shelves, and flip through it. The magic doing for you what you couldn’t do at your current size.

Biology, herbalism, a treatise on elements and their properties, a book on music theory, and lots of medical books. After a few moments you just start scanning titles, hoping to narrow down what you’ll go after the next time you get the chance to read without being interrupted.

Pushing the 100th book back into place, you can feel the exertion getting to you. Oleander was always flexing, and his stamina wasn’t anything to balk at. Magic wasn’t tied to physical strength when you used it as an elf, but it could sap your stamina like anything else if you didn’t mind the flow.

Practice, you were out of practice. Out of practice fucking, out of practice with magic, out of practice with fighting. You were grateful you were in a body that had no obvious issues, aside from changing how to it was shaped every bloody time you slept, but you wish you knew what you’d been doing for 20 or so years before now.

Turning toward the jar, you regard it for a moment and then just shake your head.

“Nope.” Not getting back up there. Not gonna get yourself back inside.  You use the last of your energy to shuffle around things on his desk, and then plop down in the middle of it and sleep.

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Meetings were always a pain, but the irritation of them was worse since he came across his newest distraction. Leaving you unattended was also a small concern. There was something about you that was more capable than you let on.

The conversation about you being a reincarnator was something he was still trying to decide if he believed. Magic, souls, devil fruits and such were rather unbelievable on their own, so it wasn’t too much of a stretch to believe someone could bounce around realities like that.

But as much as you had told, he felt like there was more you were holding back. He wanted to know everything he could about you, and if that meant forcing pleasure into your body as payment, then so be it. The way you squirmed and the noises you made were, at the least, not annoying to him, so it was hardly a chore.

Closing the door behind him, Oleander immediately knew something was wrong. Nothing changed in him outwardly, but his eyes took in the entire room. You weren’t in your jar. His desk was in disarray. Something else was wrong, but when he saw you asleep on his desk, all of 4 inches tall, curled around a pen, he found he wasn’t concerned.

For a split second he was ready to tear the ship apart in order to find you, but there you are.

Little Menace.

Stepping around the desk, all the disarray begins to right itself, save for the pen you’re wrapped around. Oleander sits down, regarding you for a long moment. You answered his questions, didn’t fear him, and if anything else about him put you off you hadn’t shown it.

Did other lives lived give you such grace? Or was it merely apathy beneath a thick layer of physical desire?

A twirl of his finger lifts your body up off the pen and into the air. Your size expands as he moves you to his hand, making you just a little bit bigger. Big enough you barely fit in the palm of his hand, your head cradled against his fingers, legs dangling on either side of his thumb. A puff of air raises the simple linen you wear, and the pad of his thumb presses against your slit.

A little pressure, an idle rubbing motion with his thumb. He watches you intently. There’s work to do, more than he cares to deal with, but this requires his full attention.

It doesn’t take long before the soft pleasure he’s rolling into you rouses you from your sleep. The soft breath of pleasure slips your lips, and wakefulness begins to grip you.

“Oleander…” you murmur the word on the edges of awareness. Your fingers pressed against his and it takes only a few more seconds before you realize your situation.

“Hey doc,” you sigh, sinking into his palm. Ever smaller than him was the norm, certainly, but this was a bit extreme.

“Mm.” Still not afraid of him, intriguing.

“Th-think up some questions while you were gone?” You question, letting yourself sink into the pleasure he was granting you.

“One question for now.” He clarifies. “Though I didn’t have it in mind until I returned.”

Oleander moves you easily, hooking one of your legs over his pinkie, and the other over his thumb. The position forced your legs wide open, to the point that the stretch made your legs ache. His fingers curled, holding you snugly in place as he looms over you.

“How did you get out of the jar?”

“I… I…” You were willing to answer him, you really were, but Oleander’s lips parted and for a second you thought he was simply going to swallow you whole. Instead his tongue slipped out from behind his teeth as he brought you closer to his mouth.

The tip pressed against your slit, pushing your labia aside easily as the lewd muscle bullied your clit. The entire situation, from the size difference, to the almost tender act shorts your brain. The position has you stuck. You can’t reach out to him, you can’t close your legs, you’re nearly bound, and if there’s one weakness you have it’s being restrained.

“Ollie, Ollie, gods and demons, le-let me, let me,” your weak protests fail as you let your head fall back and just moan.

“Mm.” You’re beginning to love and detest that sound. Oleander brings you closer, the tip of his tongue teasing against the entrance of your cunt, as the sheer size of it allowed him to keep teasing your clit.

Your legs flex, your toes curl. The sensation is impossible and your brain can’t sort it out except that the pleasure of it is overwhelming. The over-powering sensation is mingling with how inescapable the situation is, and you’re too exhausted from earlier to put up any kind of resistance.

Not the resistance had been your intent at any point in all of this.

“Cum! I’mma cum!” You cry out and his tongue moves a little faster shoving you over the edge until what little motion you have available to you is being used to rut your leaking cunt into his tongue.

Oleander rides you through your orgasm, before sweeping a hand across his desk and scattering everything except your jar. The magic wrapped around the items stacks them neatly on the ground around the desk, and he sets you on it, returning you to your original size.

Your legs are forced on either side of his hips. His hands are on the desk on either side of your shoulders. The wide round lenses of his glasses leering down at you, hiding the far more interesting eyes behind them.

“How did you escape, little menace?”

[twinsmoochies-are-goodsmoochies]

Sooo Yotsuyu and the Leveilleur twins huh? *sits with some popcorn and juice* When did you start to have feelings for your precious siblings? Was it hard to get Yotsuyu to open up after everything that happened to her? What did you and the twins do after you know.. what happened with Fourchenaut in Gridania? (If you got there? If you haven't gotten there yet I'm sorry for asking. T^T)

Oh I'm all caught up so there's 0 spoiler worries here!

With Yotsuyu, neither of us really talk about things. We both know we went through bad things when we were apart and neither one of us want to relive that. She's always been a bit... possessive with me. Which has only gotten worse as time has gone on. (Shockingly, I'm okay with this outcome.) You should hear her hiss like an angry goose when people try and touch me, it's so sweet.

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As for with 'Saie and 'Naud after Father... 'Naud kinda shut down afterwards, and 'Saie threw herself at training. The poor training dummy we set up outside Mor Dhona was full of more holes than cheese!

I'd have to drag them both back inside, but they'd settle when they saw the blanket nest I'd built (my specialty~!) There were a lot of tears and a lot of hugs, and then talking about silly childhood memories (like the time 'Saie pushed 'Naud into the river to try and teach him to swim and then panicked and pushed me in after him to fish him out. Not her finest plan!) to try and make everything feel less... bad.

[600shekels]

2 Chronicles 18: 1-8. "The Pomegranate Fountain."

Micaiah Prophesies Against Ahab

Micah-Iah=

Micah= who

Iah= Ea, El-ah, Allah, Yah etc.

Ahab=

אח

The noun אח ('ah) means brother, or more broadly: a fellow member of a social economic node (a "house") within a broader economic whole.

This word's lavish inclusion in names strongly suggests that the deity was reckoned by this word — in modern times we mostly speak of Our Father in Heaven but in antiquity the deity appears to have also been addressed as Our Brother. The New Testament appears to entertain that dynamic in the tenet that the Word is God's Son, and all who have the Word are godly brothers. Also note the similarity with the verb חוה (hawa), to show, tell, make known.

אב

The noun אב ('ab) means father, but describes primarily a social relationship rather than a biological one. That social fatherhood was the defining quality of the community's alpha male, the one around whom all economy revolved and from whom emanated all instructions by which the 'sons' (בן, ben) operated. It's unclear where this word אב ('ab) comes from but the verb abu means to decide.

18 Now Jehoshaphat "God's Ordinances" had great wealth and honor, and he allied himself with Ahab by marriage.

2 Some years later he went down to see Ahab in Samaria "The Observances". Ahab slaughtered many sheep and cattle for him and the people with him and urged him to attack Ramoth Gilead.

Samaria=

שמר

The verb שמר (shamar) means to guard or to exercise great care over. Noun שמרה (shomra) means guard. Noun שמר (shimmur) means night watch. Noun אשמורה ('ashmura) or אשמרת ('ashmoret) refers to the night watch as unit of time.

Noun משמר (mishmar) describes the "place or agent" of guarding, which may come down to either a prison or a guard, but it may also describe the keeping on some religious observances or something like that.

Noun משמרת (mishmeret), literally meaning "with the function of watching," used in the sense of a charge or obligation; an official function of guarding. Noun שמרה (shemura) describes an eyelid.

3 Ahab king of Israel asked Jehoshaphat king of Judah, “Will you go with me against Ramoth Gilead?

Ramoth Gilead= the Pomegranate of the Eternal Fountain of Testimony

Jehoshaphat replied, “I am as you are, and my people as your people; we will join you in the war.”

4 But Jehoshaphat also said to the king of Israel, “First seek the counsel of the Lord.”

5 So the king of Israel brought together the prophets—four hundred men—and asked them, “Shall we go to war against Ramoth Gilead, or shall I not?”

“Go,” they answered, “for God will give it into the king’s hand.”

400 men= 24 character traits, which has a Gematria of בד‎ "Cloth."

Cloth on the outside "betrays the truth" of one's inner lining, the soul:

Is focusing on clothing superficial?

The Hebrew word for garment is beged, which contains the same letters as the word for betrayal, bagad. Since the beginning of history, the garment has been intertwined with betrayal. The Torah tells us that garments became necessary only after the sin of the Tree of Knowledge, when Adam and Eve betrayed their G‑d, themselves and their innocence.

In addition to their emergence as a result of betrayal, the function of Like the body, the soul too has “garments.”garments is also a form of betrayal and dishonesty. The very purpose of a garment is to conceal the inner core and portray an external facade. In fact, a rich person can dress as a pauper, and the pauper can dress as a rich person; a person who feels sad can dress in celebratory garments, and a happy person can don a mourner’s garments, thus betraying the truth and projecting an external image inconsistent with one’s inner feelings and reality.

6 But Jehoshaphat asked, “Is there no longer a prophet of the Lord here whom we can inquire of?”

7 The king of Israel answered Jehoshaphat, “There is still one prophet through whom we can inquire of the Lord, but I hate him because he never prophesies anything good about me, but always bad. He is Micaiah son of Imlah.”

“The king should not say such a thing,” Jehoshaphat replied.

8 So the king of Israel called one of his officials and said, “Bring Micaiah son of Imlah at once.”

=Bring me God, the One Who Utters Against the People.

מלל

The root מלל (malal) relates to the cycle of harvest, storage and redistribution. Various derivative forms emphasize the various stages: the severing of something from its natural origin, or its subsequent storage in dedicated facilities, or the redistribution or overflowing from those facilities.

Verb מלל (malal) may be used to mean to utter or say (and the speaking of the mouth equals the overflowing of the heart). Noun מלה (milla') describes an uttering. Noun מלילה (melila) describes an ear of wheat.

This verb may also emphasize the languishing and withering of whatever was cut off, in which case it has a more common by-form, namely אמל ('amal). Adjectives אמלל ('amelal) and אמלל ('umlal) both mean feeble.

This verb may also be used to mean to circumcise, in which case it has a more common by-form, namely מול (mul). This latter verb comes with a second by-form, namely מהל (mahal), which actually mostly means to weaken.

The verb מלא (male') means to be full, speaking mostly of a storage facility that's been filled with whatever was extracted from the land that produced it. It may also describe a river that's overflowing, or a person who acts from the contents of his heart. Nouns מלא (male') and מלאה (mele'a) mean fullness.

Nouns מלאה (millu'a) and מלאת (mille't) denote the filling of gold with jewels and nouns מלא (millu') and מלוא (millu') describe a setting or installing of monumental stones or the ordination of priests.

The King of Judah, Jehoshaphat and the King of Samaria, Ahab want to skirmish together against the Source of the Infinite but first they want a Dreamer to tell them what is going to happen first.

The Gematria for Ramoth Gilead, "Pomegranate Fountain" is בורדו‎ or "Bordeaux".

So far we have had everything but the wine, which as we know requires the land, tilling, planting of the vines, tending, harvesting, pressing bottling etc. Bottled wine from a pomegranate, one fruit that contains all the knowledge of the little fruits inside are a sign a society has leisure time or has achieved Shabbat.

Societies, according to the Tanakh must overflow with sufficient management skills and talent in order to ensure all of its members, rich and poor alike can take time away from their work in the field and recreate.

We know this is a Commandment, but we do not honor it. Whatever needs to be done so everyone can observe Shabbat must be done.

[bangtansmauyeondan]

Changing Seasons (a KNJ oneshot)

Based on the song Is It Still Beautiful (Hospital Playlist 2 OST) by Seungkwan, Woozi and DK of Seventeen

Pairing: Arts and Travel Blogger!Namjoon x Restaurateur!Fem Reader

Genre: Angst, Exes AU

Rating: 16+

Word Count: 2.3K

Warnings: None

Summary: After three years of traveling in and around Europe to feed his hunger and passion for travel and the arts, Namjoon returned home to his first love.

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••••

“Namjoon, are you ready?” Hoseok stuck his head through the door of his hotel room, suitcase lagging behind, ready to leave.

“Yep!” Namjoon patted the pockets of his jeans. “Just making sure I have everything with me before I leave.”

“Passport?”

“Here,” Namjoon took a peek inside the fanny pack across his chest for good measure.

“Come on, let’s go. Yoongi hyung is already at the airport,” Hoseok pushed the door wide open to assist his friend with his suitcase. “He’s gonna start whining again if we’re late.”

“Our flight is in three hours!” Namjoon looked at his friend incredulously.

“Tell him then!” Hoseok challenged.

“Yeah, no. Nevermind.”

*********

The usually bustling Incheon International Airport wasn’t that crowded when they landed, and so the three of them have decided to stop by the cafe for something to nibble on before they go their separate ways.

“Ah, it feels good to be back home,” Hoseok sighed leaning back on his chair as he chewed on his bagel. “I swear, I can’t wait to speak in my jeolla dialect 24/7.”

Namjoon and Yoongi chuckled at their friend’s statement. The three of them have been friends since high school and equally have big dreams. They were away for three years collectively, with Yoongi and Hoseok working together in the international music scene, hopping between the US and the UK, and Namjoon exploring arts in and around Europe. Finally being able to take a three-month break at the same time, the three friends have decided that it’s a no-brainer– they have to fly back home to their motherland.

“Planning anything exciting while we’re home?” Hosek asked them. “My sister is getting married in Jeju Island, but I don’t have any other plans during my stay.” He continued.

“I’m gonna head straight home and probably hug Holly for hours,” Yoongi smiled at the thought of his pooch. “Heading straight to Ilsan, Joon?”

Namjoon hesitated, nibbling on his lower lip. A beat of silence passed until he realized that his friends were waiting for his answer. “I’m checking in at a hotel for the night and then I'll head to Ilsan tomorrow.” He didn’t miss the way his friends exchanged glances between each other. “I’m visiting ______ at her restaurant today.”

“Yah, Namjoon-ah…” Worry flooded Hoseok’s face. He was about to say something when Yoongi waved his hand dismissively at him.

“Let him. He needs it.” Yoongi turned to Namjoon, giving him a tight-lipped smile and an encouraging nod.

He’s right. He needed it. He needed to see how things have turned out himself.

THREE YEARS AGO

The cozy atmosphere in the quaint little cafe did nothing to calm the cold and the storm raging inside Namjoon’s chest as he clutched your hands on top of the table.

“It’s not fair to either of us…” You looked up at him, almond-shaped eyes gazing into his sharp dragon eye-shaped ones. The soft glow from the fairy lights hanging by the window reflecting against your glassy eyes made your chocolate-colored orbs a little bit more sparkly. “I don’t want to do this anymore.”

Namjoon nodded, albeit holding back his own tears. He wouldn’t let you see him break. Hell, he’s not even sure if you really meant that much to him… what did you really mean to him? You were like a moth drawn to a flame. He’s the flame whose warmth radiates so brightly, you have mistaken it for something more. He had big dreams, bigger than anything else, bigger than what he felt for you. As much as he could see how supportive you were on his travels, and how you listened to him as he constantly rambled about arts every night while tangled up in his sheets, he still felt like you were pulling him back. He felt constrained, like a balloon tied up to a boulder, he couldn’t soar up high. You’re a simple girl– you're passionate about food, produce, and farming. You grew up on a farm and your dream has always revolved around bringing the freshest ingredients from the ground to the consumer’s table. He, on the other hand, wanted to see what the world has to offer. He once asked you to travel with him during his internship in Paris, and although you didn’t say much, he knew your heart wasn’t in it.

You’re right. It’s not fair to either of you. Asking you to uproot yourself and travel with him was not the risk he would want to take, for fear that in the end, you might loathe him. For fear that in the end, he would realize that what he felt for you isn’t love. After all, that is the territory neither of you have tried dipping your toes into.

“I get where you’re coming from, ______.” Namjoon gave you a reassuring smile before bringing your hands to his lips, giving your knuckles a gentle kiss. “Thank you,” another kiss. “I’m so sorry I couldn’t be that person for you.”

“You don’t need to apologize,” you returned his reassuring smile. “Go follow your dreams, Namjoon. I won’t be able to forgive myself if you don’t.”

“Do you promise to keep in touch?”

“I promise.”

“Go accept your dad’s proposal, ______.” He reached out and tucked the loose strand of hair hovering in front of your face behind your ear. “Take over the family business. I’m rooting for you.”

You nodded.

The night ended with you in his tight embrace in front of your apartment, promising each other to stay friends, no matter what.

*********

At first, I was comfortable being alone

I had freedom with my decisions and my time

It was like I had erased the memory of you

I really believed I did

But, you see, when I open my eyes early in the morning, alone

And I learn that you are not by my side

Tears start flowing without me realizing

*********

From: namjoon@rkiveblog.kr

Date: May 25, 2017 at 12:24:55 PM

To: hello_yn@freshharvest.kr

Subject: Finally!

Hi Yn,

I just checked into my accommodation in Paris. My agent said the renovations aren’t done at the new apartment complex so I have to stay here for another week. Bummer, eh?

By the way, I have taken a lot of photos during my layover and will be posting them on the blog tonight. Can’t wait for you to see them!

How are things over there?

Yours,

KNJ

From: hello_yn@freshharvest.kr

Date: May 26, 2017 at 03:26:15 PM

To: namjoon@rkiveblog.kr

Subject: RE: Finally!

Hey Joon!

Glad you made it to your accommodation safely. :) As long as the museum would shoulder the extra expenses for your accommodation, I guess it’s alright? Hope you’re eating well.

My parents were over the moon when I told them that I’m ready to take the business off of their plate. I’m a bit scared! But my dad said his business partner would help me. Apparently, their eldest child took over their farm about a year ago too. So I guess I would be okay!

Can’t wait to read your blog tonight!

<3,

___________

From: namjoon@rkiveblog.kr

Date: December 25, 2017 at 12:24:55 PM

To: hello_yn@freshharvest.kr

Subject: Merry Christmas!

Christmas in Amsterdam is something else. I love it here!

Hope you and your family are doing well.

Yours,

KNJ

From: hello_yn@freshharvest.kr

Date: December 25, 2017 at 07:24:45 PM

To: namjoon@rkiveblog.kr

Subject: RE: Merry Christmas!

Hey Joon!

Merry Christmas! I saw your Amsterdam photos on Instagram and it is indeed beautiful! We’re having so much fun on this side of the world too. We made little Christmas trees and decorated them with real strawberries (baubles) and spun sugar (tinsel).

<3,

___________

******

It’s one of those nights again… streaks of colors decorated his blank canvas, creating an abstract in a rough floral pattern, depicting you… your softness, your femininity; depicting his longing. He didn’t know how to overcome those nights over the years, so he indulged them. He owed it to himself. It’s one of those nights again when he found himself running to the nearest payphone booth to call you from across the globe. It was secured, untraceable, and the minutes were limited. It would restrict him from pouring his heart out to you over the phone. He just wanted to hear your voice. He just wanted to hear your smile, as he closed his eyes, imagining you’re standing in front of him. He just wanted to numb his pain. He missed you… and the realization hit him like a tonne of bricks. He loved you. He was in love with you.

*******

Have any of the things that used to make me smile changed?

Is the way in which you talk still the same?

I have changed, I don't smile like I used to

I'm a little thinner than when I was with you

On the last days you comprehended me

I mistook it and believed you were imprisoning me

Saying that I was too manly for it, I didn't even say I love you

But my blank sheet of paper is now filled with your name

And when I call you while writing down and I hear your voice

Tears start flowing without me realizing

*******

True to your words, you both kept in touch over the years. Each major life event, each milestone; every occasion, every celebration, documented electronically via e-mails and social media posts and comments.

You cried over the phone to him when you opened your own farm-to-table restaurant. Solidifying and finding comfort for himself that your mutual decision of breaking up all those years ago was all worth it.

He couldn’t not tell you when his boss allowed him to go on a three-month long vacation, and like the kind-hearted person that you are, you invited him over to your restaurant insisting that you would be making him the best ‘welcome home’ meal that anyone would be jealous of.

The night before his flight back home, he rummaged through his inbox and reread your emails in the last few months. He mulled over your words and the photos you have attached. You looked the happiest– your eyes lighting up, forming into crescents, with every smile. It tugged on his heartstrings a little bit, wishing he was the person who could make you smile like that. But there are things that he couldn’t just bring back. The best he could do is to hold onto those memories… and maybe one day, forgive himself, too.

*******

Have any of the things that used to make me smile changed?

Is the way in which you talk still the same?

I have changed, I don't smile like I used to

I'm a little thinner than when I was with you

*******

PRESENT DAY

You ran up to him the moment he opened the door to the empty restaurant and gave him the warmest hug anyone could ever ask for. He couldn’t help but close his eyes as he rested his chin on your shoulder while hugging you back. You said you closed it down for the day because you wanted to focus on filling his tummy and not worry about the other customers.

“Joonie!!!” You giggled. “Oh my god, it’s been so long!”

“Ahh, it has indeed!” Namjoon straightened up and scrunched up his nose at you. “I smell something delicious!”

“Come in!! Come sit at your table!” You ushered him at one of the tables, a tall glass of iced americano and a selection of tea, already waiting. “Do you wanna know what we have on the menu for you today?”

“Pray tell!”

“Well, okay, I don’t want to tell you everything,” you rolled your eyes and he hated that he still found it cute. “But I harvested a bunch of greens from the back and made you a salad, with strawberries and feta! I’m pretty sure you’re gonna love the sweet and savory combination.” You proudly said, talking animatedly.

Namjoon couldn’t help but smile up at you. You’re like sunshine personified.

“And for the main course, it’s– oh gosh,” you caught yourself. “Just… surprise!”

Namjoon took a moment to take in his surroundings. Everything screamed you. The restaurant interior was cozy and rustic, and just gave off the farm-slash-barn vibe that you have always dreamed of. Just one look outside of the massive windows, and one would know that the restaurant served only the freshest ingredients, harvested and prepared in-house.

The door of the kitchen swung open and a brooding tall handsome man stepped out, approaching the two of you with a warm smile. He’s dressed in a chef’s jacket and Namjoon recognized him from the photos you sent him over the months. He knew who he is.

“Oh finally!” You acknowledged the man. “All good back there?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Namjoon watched as you stepped away to meet the man’s strides halfway. You snaked your arm around his waist and rested your other hand on his chest. Namjoon stood up with a smile and bowed to him politely in greeting, which he immediately returned.

“I can’t wait to finally introduce you two!” You said, eyes fleeting between the two of them.

“Hi!” the tall handsome man extended his hand to him for a handshake and Namjoon accepted it with both hands.

“Namjoon, meet our Executive Chef!” You smiled proudly. “This is my husband, Seokjin.”

*******

How is he?

Is he good enough to you to make you forget the days we spent together?

Please be happy, because you met a person good enough to fill the places in which I lacked

*******

[pettyrevenge-base]

Lie about having COVID to take six weeks off while I do your work for free? I’ll throw an all-office party to announce where you really were.

Mid-pandemic my boss disappeared.

Just as we were gearing up for our most challenging, time intensive, project in the last five years, he dropped off the face of the earth.

We kept working for a week or so without him because everything was virtual and the virtual work world was still so new, we didn’t really need him. We were delegating tasks ourselves and completing things on our own. We spoke to coworkers maybe twice a week.

But some decisions were beyond our discretion, so we could not move forward on those aspects of the project until we received a response from him.

After about 7-10 total days of silence, we called his boss’s boss, who informed our team that our boss had COVID so wasn’t able to work right now.

We took that at face value of course sent him letters of well-wishes and didn’t bother him with work stuff, or ask why he was able to notify his boss but not us.

Three weeks go by. Still not a word. We’re beginning to discuss amongst ourselves whether or not he’s maybe died. We’re terrified and horrified and so concerned. We’re contemplating calling his extended family. We’re sending flowers and care packages to his apartment.

Meanwhile, the project has descended into chaos because no leader was appointed in our boss’s stead, so we are forced to navigate several layers of bureaucracy in order to accomplish most anything at all (whereas in the past he would’ve just signed off in real time.)

Around week four or five one of our coworkers suggests he doesn’t really have COVID but is instead using it as an excuse to take time off. We all jump all over our coworker, asking how he could insinuate something like that, and lamenting about what a tragedy our boss is probably living through. People were chilly to him for days after that.

Week seven. We’re undertaking a letter writing campaign to upper management demanding an acting boss be appointed while ours is recovering. The project is a month behind schedule. We’re all working overtime every day, sometimes on weekends, without extra compensation, just to keep up with the cluster fuck of the boss’s sudden absence.

Week eight. He finally reappears, logging into a morning meeting as though nothing happened. He looks well rested, well fed, and has a tan. Not at all like someone who’s just come out the other side of a six week respiratory virus.

He says something quickly to the effect of “Yah, that was brutal. Glad to be better and glad to be back. Let’s get to work.” But doesn’t want to talk about what happened or answer any of our questions like, “Were you in the hospital?” “What was it like?” Etc.

Fast forward to about four or five months after this. My sister sends me a promo for a fairly new reality show (I’d never heard of it but it’s on a major platform) and says “Isn’t this guy a friend of yours or something? I swear I’ve seen him and you together.”

I watch the trailer for this show, and lo and behold, there’s my boss. Participating as a contestant on a reality TV show.

It did not take long for me to put the pieces together and realize he took extended leave to go on TV (that he knew he wouldn’t otherwise get during this massive project) and lied about it under the guise of a vicious disease that nearly all of us had lost a loved one to.

I sit and stew with this information, unsure of how to handle it. I know confronting him won’t get me very far, but I can’t just do nothing, right? I’m not close enough with any of my colleagues to discuss this with them and trust that they wouldn’t run off and send an all-company email about it.

So I slept on it a few nights and then the opportunity fell right in my lap.

I got an email from corporate encouraging teams still working remotely to plan “virtual social functions” to keep a collegial culture going and to stay in touch.

Among the suggestions were: game night, trivia, and… watch party.

With the premier of the show only a couple weeks away I got busy telling everyone how I’d been meaning to get into this show, and it’s so enticing and exciting, basically laying the groundwork to guilt them into coming to an impromptu virtual watch party off-hours.

I offered to get special shirts made up and send them to each person’s house. Whatever I had to do to get the attention of corporate.

Finally, I sent an e-vite to all my boss’s bosses, and any other members of corporate I could justify inviting without making a total ass of myself.

Because this is entirely virtual, my boss is unable to overhear any of the chatter. He doesn’t realize I’m hyping up this show and he doesn’t realize I’ve planned a watch party for it. I wasn’t inviting him unless he had the balls to explicitly ask about it.

I was hoping he wouldn’t have heard about it at all! Not until afterwards. That was really the only way this could work.

The night comes and I am screensharing the show to a whopping 64 people. A huge chunk of my department. Many members of corporate had showed up because I was the only person stupid enough to buy into their virtual social work party scheme, so they felt pressured to support it.

I was holding my breath, hoping this would go my way, bracing myself for some kind of curveball. But there wasn’t even that dramatic of a buildup. Right at the outset they introduced the premise (which included the contestants being in a covid-safe bubble in an exotic location!!) and gave a brief overview of each contestant.

As my boss was introduced, right down to what he did for work, and I could see people register delight and surprise… then go blank… just before sliding into confusion and rage.

The chat took a drastic turn from “Oh my goodness!” And “I knew him when!” And all sorts of pithy jokes to a brave member of my team (or perhaps one just pushed a tad too far by all the extra hours he pulled in this douche’s absence) sent the message, ”Wait, when was this filmed?”

My audience dropped from 64 to 58 to mid-30s, and by the time the episode was over it was just me and the other 15 core members of the team.

One asked if I’d already known, but some members of the team are very close to the boss, so all I said was “Well I definitely do now.” And wrapped up the call pretty quickly after that.

Perhaps one of the best bonuses is that you could already tell from episode one that the character arc the show assigned to our boss was “bumbling idiot”. He had his true colors on in full display and some production-massaging upped them to the 11th degree.

Boss was fired. My good buddy was promoted to his place. I am an office legend now (especially since no one is 100% sure whether or not it was intentional.) And it was all so satisfying that it was almost worth the dozens of hours of uncompensated overtime that led to it.

Source: reddit.com/r/pettyrevenge

[scarletwinterxx]

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PREV ||

“Johnny’s going to be so mad”

“He’ll live”

“Yea wait until he sees you later and hear the news that you got married before him” you retorted back while you walk around your bedroom, well now shared bedroom with your husband. 

Husband. Yes, that’s right. The two of you finally took that step in your relationship. And in true Y/N and Jaehyun fashion, it happened on a random Thursday morning. Jaehyun barged in your shop the night before, asking you to marry him once again. At first you thought he was just joking but when you turned to look at him, he was kneeling on down the floor holding out the most beautiful ring you’ve ever seen. Jungwoo was standing in the background holding a party popper while Sungchan films the whole thing. 

You thought it was going to be a long engagement since both of you were pretty busy but no, Jaehyun immediately contacted his sister asking her for help to set up the wedding. 

“Who’s getting married?” Jessica asked over the phone

“Me” Jaehyun answer, short simple straight to the point

“Are you fucking with me? who are you getting married to? is it this another one of those stupid things you’re doing to piss mom off because I swear you’re taking it to another level” his sister ranted, making you chuckle while you listen to the siblings banter with each other

“No, I’m being serious. I asked Y/N to marry me and she said yes”

“She did? Wow I feel bad for her” “Yah! I’m a catch, what are you talking about”

They exchange a few more words then Jaehyun passed the phone over to you, 

“Girl, see I told you you’d get back together! Congrats on finally cuffing up The Jung Jaehyun” you laugh at her statement “Thanks, I mean he’s not bad to look at so why not” you jokingly add

“My brother’s an idiot for even letting you go the first time, I really am happy for the two of you. But he’s an even bigger idiot for telling me this late. I can get some dresses for you to choose from”

“I don’t really need something grand, just you know...” you looked over at Jaehyun to see him already watching at you with the fondest look in his eyes “Jaehyun called you since he wanted you to be there, I don’t really care what I’ll wear. I just want the most important people to be there”

The weekend passed, the wedding was simple. Just his siblings, your friends: Jungwoo and Jihyo. When you asked if his parents knew, he said he called them before proposing to you, and sent them a text on the way to the venue. 

You didn’t mean to not invite some of your friends, the two of you agreed to have a big wedding in the future. But for now he’s contented with the little intimate union. 

“He made this marriage possible, we literally met because of him”

“I swear I’ll hand deliver the invitation to him on our big wedding, now come back to bed and cuddle” Jaehyun was and has always been the clingy one in this relationship. He always needed to have a hand on you, on the small of your back, around your waist, holding your hand. Now that you’re married and live together, that need to have you in his arms all the time increased a hundred fold. 

“You’re going to be late, I’m going to be late. We need to be responsible functioning adults again, Jae” you said as you throw a shirt over to him. “I can call in sick, I’m the boss” he grumbles before getting up from the bed, stretching out his back while you just watch

“Stop thirsting over me, I’m getting shy”

That earned him a pillow to the face and a scowl from you. He wasn’t wrong, you were totally ogling at him. Anyone with a pair can see just how good looking of a man Jaehyun is, and to know that you get to see this view everyday now makes you feel giddy all over. 

Walking over to where you were, Jaehyun snaked his arms around you. Kissing you on the shoulder, “Good morning, I love you” he mumbles in your ear, making you smile. 

You turned around so now you’re chest to chest, tangling your fingers through his hair to pull him down for a kiss. Feeling him smile against your lips. 

While you’re getting lost in each others lips, you feel his hands grip waist tighter pulling you even closer to him. Not leaving a single inch between your bodies. His lips trailed down your neck, “We really need to go” you said breathlessly as he continues his attacks on your neck. 

Your mouth was saying one thing but your body was saying another. Like putty in his hands, you didn’t make any effort to stop him. Only when you feel a pop and a kiss on your neck, Jaehyun looked back at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes. 

“You’re cute” he said then kissed you on the nose, walking to the bathroom like it was normal. Him and his dimples, a true weakness of yours. 

Smiling to yourself and shaking your head. This domestic marital bliss wasn’t bad at all. 

“I have a meeting at 6, hopefully we’ll finish before 9″ Jaehyun says from the driver’s side while you re-apply your lipstick again. The time it took for the two of you get out of the apartment to the elevator then to his car was far longer mainly to Jaehyun’s inability to keep his hands and lips off of you. 

“Why the rush?”

“I’m picking you up, we have dinner tonight” he simply answers, looking over at him to see the content smile on his face you reached out to intertwine your hand with his. His smile got bigger, taking your hand to kiss your knuckle. Just where your matching band was. 

After dropping you off at the cafe, he left to start his day. Entering your shop to find Jungwoo already behind counter arranging the cakes and pastries for the day. “Hey, you’re early” you greeted him, quickly stopping by your office before joining him. 

“You’re early, why are you here? aren’t you suppose to be on a honeymoon break?”

“Nope, we have things to do. I have a business to run and a Jungwoo to make sure he comes to work” you smiled sarcastically at him, earning the same one from him. 

“This past year was wild, a few months ago the identity of your ex-boyfriend was like taboo. Now, you’re married to him”

“That I am”

“You’re what?!”

“Married, stop screaming at me” Jaehyun said as Johnny gap at him from across the table

“I left for the weekend, to plan MY wedding and when I came back YOU’RE married?! AND YOU DIDN’T INVITE ME?!” this was probably what you meant when you said Johnny will never let him hear the end of it. 

“and Y/N didn’t call me either?” you two are quite a pair aren’t you. You know I pretty much introduced her to you. I made this union happen”

Jaehyun smiles as Johnny mentions that, just like you did. “She did mention that”

“You better name your first kid after me”

 It was time to face one reality you’ve been subtly avoiding. Having dinner with Jaehyun’s parents. There’s this charity event they do every year, of course he was going to take you with him. Even though he can sense you were feeling very nervous. 

“You know you’re fidgeting right now, no need to feel nervous” Jaehyun told you as you walk towards the venue,  rubbing his thumbs along your knuckles. The small gesture helping you calm down a bit. 

“I love you” you told him, “as I love you, my love” he pulled you by the arm, hugging you to his side. Leaning down to kiss you, short but sweet. 

“Okay, I can do this” you tell yourself, and that’s exactly how you feel. As long as this man holding you in his arms, looking at you with nothing but love in his eyes, you’ll be fine. 

One step, a foot in front of the other until you made it to the main party. Of course heads were turning, he always had that charm about him. 

Jaehyun spots his parents standing by the table across the room, leading the two of you there. “There you are, glad to see you made it” his mom greets him with a hug before looking over at you, nothing but indifference in her eyes. Jaehyun already sensing the tension, “Mom, Dad” he greeted them back

“You look lovely, dear. We wish we could’ve made it to the wedding but it seems like our invitation got lost” Jaehyun’s father joked, lightly elbowing his son on the side “Sorry, we promise we’ll send the invitations in time when the grand wedding happens”

You smile at the older man, him side by side with his son makes you realize just who Jaehyun takes after. He looked a lot like his father, you just wish your child would look like him too. 

The night went on without any difficulties,you did manage to feel more at ease. Just before the event ended you see his mom standing off on the side while her husband and son receive a plaque of recognition. 

You walked over to her, the woman not sparing you a glance. 

“I know you don’t like me for your son, and clearly you don’t agree with this marriage. But let me atleast tell you that I love your son, I don’t have to convince you to believe me. Jaehyun knows and that’s what matters. I may have not fought for him before, but now I’ll give everything to stay by his side for as long as he wants me”

And you meant every word. You said it before, you’ll say it over and over again. You once let go of him, you’ll never make that mistake again. 

“I know, and I can see my son loves you just as much. He can make his own decisions now, and I trust him. Just don’t break his heart like you did before”

“I only did it because you asked me to, I did for him. If I can forgive myself for that, if Jaehyun can forgive me for that then maybe you can too. I’m sorry if we got off on the wrong foot, I do hope we can make amends” you look over at her with a hopeful smile. 

Feeling an arm snake around your waist and a kiss on your cheek, “You two having fun?” Jaehyun asks “Just having a lady talk” he shoots you and his mom a smile before speaking again

“We actually need to go, we’ll see you next weekend? I’ll drive with Sungchan” he quickly bids goodbye to his parents before leading you out the venue. The two of you were just about to exit when you hear someone call for him, 

“Jaehyun? It’s been a long time” Chungha, you recognized, was walking towards the two of you “Hey you, how have you been?” Jaehyun greeted her, looking over at you “This is Y/N, my wife”

You were met with the same surprised expression everybody has whenever you or him says that. “Married? Finally! Congrats, both of you” she smiles at the two of you. Chungha pulled you in for a hug, like old friends. 

She really is a great girl. You want to thank her for being there for Jaehyun so you do just that, “Thank me? Don’t have to really. We’re friends more than anything. Plus we all know you’re the only girl this guy is head over heels for”

“It’s really great to see you again, I see you found that happiness too” Jaehyun says as he looks at someone behind her, Chungha doing the same. “I did, we both deserve the win. I won’t hold you back any longer, congrats again you guys” with one last bye you all parted ways. 

When you finally made it back to your apartment, you quickly changed to your casual clothes and removed all your makeup. Not noticing the figure standing by the doorway, “Hey, what do you say about moving?” Jaehyun asks, catching your attention

“Moving? Like moving apartment?” you asked back, “Yea, we can look for a home or build one whichever you want. Or we can stay here too” after getting married, Jaehyun decided to move in with you instead. It was closer to both of your workplaces, it was definitely not anything like his apartment but still he chose to stay with you. 

“Yea? I mean I’d love to look for a home” you smile at him, slowly walking towards you until you were once again in his arms. 

“Okay, we can start looking for one when you’re less busy. Are you okay with living farther from your cafe?” 

“You know I can drive right” you booped his nose, making him scrunch his nose at you 

“Preferably one with an extra room, just in case” you added, “Extra room?”

“Yea for when we have a kid, you do want kids right?” you carefully asked, for a second he just looked at you then a smile broke out from is lips 

“With you? Of course. I’m already imagining a mini version of you and me running around our home. I want to build a family with you” 

“Me too” and with that he kisses you again. 

This right here is what Jaehyun wants to have for the rest of his life, the idea of building a life with you having a kid, a human that is both of you in one body excites him so much. 

“I love you so goddamn much” he mumbles against your lips, gathering you in his arms and walking back to your bedroom. As your body rest against the sheets and your bodies become one, you say your vows again against each others skins through kisses. Searing each word with every kiss. 

Jaehyun understands now more than ever, you had it end it for him. You had to end that chapter to start this new one. Maybe before you weren’t on the same page but now you write the words on the pages together. 

From the end to the start, you are his as he was yours. 

[crybabykiko]

could you do the nsfw alphabet for atsumu please? thank you :)

Aw shit, here we go again...

NSFW Alphabet: Miya Atsumu

gn!reader focused

A/N: She hasn’t written in awhile but you know what I’m proud of it- lol be nice to me or I’ll leave forever jk I won’t but still be nice to me ily 💕 Atsumu is a menace I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Obviously nasty below the cut so if you’re a kid fuck off

𝕬 - 𝕬𝖋𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖊

He’s not the best, but certainly not the worst. He will take care of you, but… only after he takes care of himself first. Usually that just means he needs to take a shower. Once he does, he’s free to supply cuddles until you both fall asleep.

𝕭 - 𝕭𝖔𝖉𝖞 𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖙

He has abs so solid you could make a sharkcoochie board on them. That’s all I’m going to say about that.

𝕮 - 𝕮𝖚𝖒

When Atsumu cums… he cums hard. It’s like having an out of body experience- every nerve cell in his body is firing off as he tenses up, digging his nails into whatever flesh he can grab, and grinding his heels into the surface supporting him. He bites down so hard his teeth grind involuntarily as his face contorts in a strained statuesque vision. One low growl from deep in his chest comes out through gritted teeth as he sputters out mixtures of “that’s it,” and “don’t you dare fucking stop.”

The orgasm face of Atsumu Miya is one of the 7 wonders of the world.

𝕯 - 𝕯𝖎𝖗𝖙𝖞 𝕾𝖊𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖙

It’s not a secret per se, but he’s been exposed and clowned for eating ass… so he doesn’t wanna talk about it.

𝕰 - 𝕰𝖝𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊

So contrary to popular belief, I don’t think he’s that experienced... he’s just lucky! (Lmaoooo all of his experience is based on like 2 actual people that he maybe got to second base with (he says third but come on we know he’s lying) and then a litany of porn. Poor thing just wants some coochie I AM HERE KING and he has no trouble finding it, he just never seals the deal. He’s someone who just kind of, knows what to do naturally. He’s able to read someone’s body by touch alone, and so he knows what you like right off the bat based on how you react. He might try a couple of things at the start to see what really makes you squirm, but once he’s got it... holy hell has he ever got it.

𝕱 - 𝕱𝖆𝖛𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝕻𝖔𝖘𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓

I hate to say how easy this was- but I KNOW Atsumu is a guy who prefers doggy. I see him as a hair puller, so this is perfect for him. I also could see him being into mirrors, and this is the perfect position to make you look at what he’s doing to you, especially while he’s pulling your head back by your hair. He especially likes gripping his thumbs into the smalls of your back (he crosses his arms bc saw it in a porn once and he thinks it makes him look cool), and when he’s INTO it, he likes to smack your ass to encourage you.

𝕲 - 𝕲𝖔𝖔𝖋𝖞

Is goofy by accident. Like will sometimes try throwing in something new with his normal dirty talk that completely throws you off. He hates when you laugh at him for it, but you find it endearing.

𝕳 - 𝕳𝖆𝖎𝖗

I’m gonna… say something so controversial yet so bold:

What hair?

And yes I mean that. Smooth. He waxes. Monthly. No hair. (Besides like… legs and armpits… yah he doesn’t touch those) Naked mole rat dick but fuck it he’s Atsumu motherfucking Miya he can do what he wants.

𝕴 - 𝕴𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖆𝖈𝖞

While he’s not the most... romantic in general per se, he does want to make you feel appreciated. He’s very eager to get his, but he won’t allow himself to unless you have already. It takes restraint, but he cools himself down by having you get on top, or by leaving lingering kisses anywhere he can, saying you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever laid eyes on.

𝕵 - 𝕵𝖆𝖈𝖐 𝕺𝖋𝖋

When he’s away from you he loves to send you videos of himself or FaceTime you. He gets you worked up enough to join him no matter where you are. He just needs to see you, he needs you to see him stroking his cock to the thought of you- he can’t cum without you telling him to.

𝕶 - 𝕶𝖎𝖓𝖐

I have to get this out but I KNOW he’s nasty. I imagine Atsumu as a huge dirty talker and also someone who’s into spitting. Both of those are just clear in my brain... like he would be pundinng you from behind, spit on your back, and then call you a slut all in 3 seconds flat but the way that you would cream? Ugh insanity he needs to be arrested he needs to be stopped

𝕷 - 𝕷𝖔𝖈𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓

Since he’s got money now- he’s a big fan of ordering Uber XLs or even just hiring a driver for a night on the town as a flex. But he especially loves telling his driver to put up the window partition while he annihilates you in the backseat. I just think he’s a fan of car sex in general- it just does it for him.

𝕸 - 𝕸𝖔𝖙𝖎𝖛𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓

Loves to hear his name. Whether you’re moaning it or screaming it like it’s the only word you know, he’s always going to ask you who you belong to, and the answer is always Atsumu.

𝕹 - 𝕹𝖔!

He totally eats ass. He’s just not gonna tell anyone bc he told Osamu ONCE and now his contact name is ASStumu and he lives in fear of that getting out.

𝕺 - 𝕺𝖗𝖆𝖑

Sloppppppyyyyyy. Loves giving ~slightly~ more than receiving, simply bc he loves the sight of seeing his spit dripping down your thighs while he goes down on you. Loves eye contact when you’re going down on him.

𝕻 - 𝕻𝖆𝖈𝖊

Though I wouldn’t say he’s super experienced, I know he’s relentless. He fucks. Literally just fucks. Not in the sense that he only treats you like a hole bc yikes, but in the sense that he just goes the speeds of fast or faster. There’s no slow with him.

𝕼 - 𝕼𝖚𝖎𝖈𝖐𝖎𝖊

Yeah. Lots of them. Anywhere, anytime. Particularly for him, a lot of them end up being in his car, simply because you’ll be out somewhere and the mood strikes. He’ll quickly take you out to the car for a few minutes, slut you out, and then return to the function like nothing happened. You’ve had many a quickie in a bathroom or closet in a party as well. When he wants you, he wants you, so he’s not afraid to take you.

𝕽 - 𝕽𝖎𝖘𝖐

Not as much of a risk-taker as people think. Mostly because he wants to protect you. He would hate for someone to see you in such a compromising position… but also, you’ve had your fair share of quickies in the bathrooms of various wedding receptions, so he’s lying.

𝕾 - 𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖆

Can last a decent amount of time, if he spreads it out over multiple rounds. I’m general, he can probably go about 2 or 3 rounds without needing a break. More if you draw out foreplay with him. He’s a pleaser, so really how long he lasts is up to you. He’s got the power and control to hold off on is own release until he’s certain you absolutely can’t take anymore.

𝕿 - 𝕿𝖔𝖞

One of those mfs who gets you the mold of his dick as a toy for your birthday for when he’s away because according to him “you’ll be so needy while I’m gone”

I hate him so much but I would use that shit every day he knows what he’s doing I’m so upset

𝖀 - 𝖀𝖓𝖋𝖆𝖎𝖗

Speaking of being needy- he loves to egg you on when you are. He knows all the buttons to push, but he’ll never actually make the move until you’re begging. And of course he loves to turn that around in you, hitting you with that “god, ya just can’t get enough of me, can ya?”

𝖁 - 𝖁𝖔𝖑𝖚𝖒𝖊

He’s more of a talker than a moaner. Not necessarily loud in bed- but very, very vocal. Commanding of you in a good way, and will definitely show his appreciation through praise.

𝖂 - 𝖂𝖎𝖑𝖉𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖉

Actually has a Cosmo subscription bc he likes trying all the strange and obscure sex positions in the articles. Also likes taking the quizzes, and will casually have you do them with him at breakfast.

𝖃 - 𝖃-𝕽𝖆𝖞

he’s a little on the thicker side. Its probably a good 7 inches, so it’s enough to fill you, add in the stretch of his girth and it’s a good, mild burn when he first goes in, but he fills you just enough without it being way too much. He’s a shower, so he doesn’t get much longer, but you have a lot to work with. He also has a cute freckle on his left inner thigh.

𝖄 - 𝖄𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌

His sex drive is on the higher end, but really only when he’s in his off season. When he’s actively playing in games, he tries to curb his appetite a bit because he believes in the superstition that sex messes with players’ stamina on the court.

𝖅 - 𝖅𝖟𝖟

He’s gonna knock out, but not until he showers. He ALWAYS showers after. The water soothes his muscles and by the time he’s done it’s lights out.

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