#haha had a little thought oopsies…

[poemgyu]

ㅡ stumbling back to you ( 한동민 )

ㅡ PAIRING: ex!taesan x fem!reader

ㅡ SYNOPSIS: ୨ৎ in which you show up at your ex's doorstep drunk

ㅡ GENRE: fluff, college au, getting you back trope

ㅡ WARNINGS: none??? mentions of drinking and alcohol, kisses and cuddling but nothing more than that

ㅡ A/N: this ended up being longer than i expected oopsies!!! anyways hope u guys enjoy this ᡣ𐭩

taesan has just gotten out of the shower, his previously wet hair now dry as he sets the towel down on the bathroom counter. he’s about to go lay in bed when he hears the doorbell ring. and another. and once more.

taesan looks at the digital clock on his nightstand and frowns. 12:30 AM. why would anyone show up here this late? he’s deep in thought when he hears a loud knock, and someone’s voice. a voice he recognizes particularly well. his eyes widen a bit, but then go back to normal. no it couldn’t be. 

he shakes down his suspicions and calmly walks to the door. the person on the other side is still knocking. he sighs before opening the door and the surprise on his face is evident. “y/n?” 

“taesannnnn!!!!” you say, stretching out the end of his name. taesan stares at your face. the face of his ex that he knows all too well, the face of the girl he’d broken up with just three months ago.

it’s obvious to him that you’re drunk. your pink cheeks, the way you just hiccuped, how you keep closing your eyes because you can’t keep them open, and the fact that you’re leaning on the person beside you for support—wait who’s the guy beside you? 

the guy taesan had been eyeing with nothing but sheer hatred finally gets the hint and speaks up, “hey man, y/n wouldn’t tell me where she lives and this is where she told me to take her… sorry about this haha…” taesan looks at him with an unexplainable emotion in his dark eyes. 

“who are you?” he asks although it sounds more like a demand.

“i’m eunseok! we’re in the same club and we had a welcome party today! y/n got a little drunk and i was trying to drop her home but we ended up here…” eunseok says, a bit taken aback by taesan. 

without saying anything, taesan grabs your arm and pulls you towards him, forcing eunseok’s hand to fall back next to his side. “hm?” you look up at him with squinted eyes. 

“thanks for taking care of her, i’ll take it from here,” taesan gives him a stiff smile that eunseok reciprocates, trying not to make the moment even more awkward for himself. taesan pulls you inside his apartment and closes the door behind you. 

once the door shuts you can immediately feel the warmth of his hands on your back, it engulfs your whole body. you smell the familiar scents of his body wash and shampoo and you take in a deep breath. taesan pulls you out of thought as he moves back to look at your face. he’s frowning. 

“what were you thinking?” taesan sighs as he gets a look at what you’re wearing. a black dress that leaves most of your legs bare and a thin leather jacket, which is mainly just for style and does nothing to keep you warm. 

“it’s so late and you’re dressed so lightly, and you let a random guy who sounds like he barely knows you walk you home while you’re drunk! do you realize how dangerous that is? what if something had happened, what if some weirdo did something to you—” he’s cut off by a giggle from you and the expression on his face changes when he sees your face. 

“are you worried dongminie?” you look up at him and his heart softens at the name you call him. you are the only person, aside from his very close friends and family who calls him by his real name. 

he ignores your question and looks away. you slightly stumble without taesan’s grip around your body and his gaze comes back on you as quickly as it left. his hands come around your shoulders and back to support you as he walks you over to the couch. he steps into the kitchen and comes back to hand you a glass of warm water. 

“you usually get sick during this time of year, you shouldn’t be drinking cold water. and especially with that outfit you’ve been in all night.” he says the last sentence while glaring at you. you pout while drinking the water. 

“mean dongminie,” you mumble and you swear you heard taesan let out a quiet laugh. 

“dongminieeee!!!” you whine. taesan looks down at you, “what is it?” he says while moving a strand of hair away from your face. “y/n is tired.” you pout. taesan chuckles at how you can barely keep your eyes open as you talk to him. “alright. i’ll give you some clothes to wear and then you can go to sleep, okay?” his tone is so soft that it’s lulling you to sleep right then and there. 

“don’t wanna. alwready coezy” you say, slurring your words as taesan bites a smile back. “come on, if you sleep in uncomfy clothes you’ll wake up really sore tomorrow.” you’re too tired to fight with him so you just give in, “carry me.” taesan sighs as his hand secure themselves under your thighs and back. he carries you to his bedroom and gently places you down. 

taesan rummages through his closet to find clothes that’ll keep you warm while your arms are wrapped around his waist as you lean all of your body weight on him. once taesan finds something, he turns around to gently pat your back making you look up at him. “go on and change,” he hands you his clothes and walks your wobbly figure to the bathroom. 

as he closes the door he shouts, “don’t fall, alright!” he’s worried because he’s seen you stumble over yourself way too many times tonight. “you’ve always been clumsy while drunk,” he says to himself before he hears you shout, “okie dokie!” 

you step out of the bathroom and are about to trip once more over the fabric of the sweatpants taesan gave you. “dongminie too big,” you put your arms up to show him how the hoodie arm exceeds at least 5 inches over your hands.

taesan can’t help the smile from creeping up his face as he takes your appearance in. you’re wearing a matching grey sweatpant and hoodie set that got too small on taesan since he’d grown out of it. he laughed to himself at how even his smallest clothing looked humongous on you. 

“i’ve missed seeing you in my clothes” he mumbles to himself. “huuuuuh?” you look at him, blinking your eyes with flushed cheeks, due to your intoxicated state and taesan just thinks you looked so cute that he could—he clears his throat. 

“your ears are rwed dongminie” you point out, pointing to his red ears. taesan’s eyes widen as he quickly covers his ears. “y-you should go to sleep, you must be tired,” he point to his nicely made bed. 

you nod and hold your arms up, waiting to be carried like a baby. taesan throws his head back and closes his eyes as he lets out a soft laugh, amused by your antics. 

in a swift motion he pulls you up to wrap your legs around his waist and you instinctively wrap your arms around his neck. your face is buried into his neck and taesan can feel your breath on him. his grip on you is firm as he walks you over to his bed and gently lays you down.

he makes sure to pull the blanket all the way up until it reaches your chin and once again moves your hair away from your face. he looks at you with so much tenderness as his gaze lingers for a couple more moments, as if he’s trying to memorize your face like he’s never going to see you again.

“goodnight,” he finally says as he turns off the lamp on his nightstand and stands up to walk away when he feels a tug on his sleeve. he turns around to be met by your eyes which he can’t refuse, “stay please,” you mumble and taesan can’t say no to you. how could he when you look so precious. 

he slowly nods as he crawls into the other side of the bed, pulling the blanket on him as he lays there stiffly. you turn to face him and he feels obliged to do the same. he looks so pretty that your drunken self can’t help but blurt out, “why’d you leave me dongminie. you’re a bad dongminie.” taesan’s eyes soften at your small voice and the hurt look on your face.  

“i’m sorry,” he lets out a soft sigh, “it’s my fault.” “what do you mean? tell me,” you ask taesan, wondering what he means. the way taesan broke up with you was so abrupt. there had been no fights, no arguing, no nothing prior to the breakup. he had met up with you at the park and told you that you guys couldn’t be together anymore. you were so shocked because you guys were so happy. he was your most favorite person and without him nothing was the same. 

you look back at taesan, it’s like he’s thinking carefully on if it’s okay for him to tell you. “it’s just that saemi, she—she was planning on framing you for plagiarism that she did. it would expel you out of university and she even had all the evidence and everything and wanted to ruin your whole life if I didn’t break up with you and i—i was just so scared. i didn’t want you to be ruined because of me so i—i had to,” he raked a hand through his raven hair and you could hear his voice shaking. 

you remember saemi. back in highschool she had the biggest crush on taesan and everyone knew. so when you and taesan started dating you’d became her biggest enemy. she would play childish pranks on you like tripping you and slowly it got worse. she once locked you inside the janior’s closet for 3 hours and when taesan found you he was so furious that he got saemi suspended from school. you thought you’d never see her again after highschool but you never expected her to come back into your life and threaten your boyfriend.

“i’ve missed you like crazy. it was so hard for me to try to erase you from my life and i still can’t do it. every time i saw you walking with a guy my stomach would feel like it’s being ripped out but i couldn’t do anything about it.” there had been so many nights that kept taesan awake. he’d worry about if you were doing okay, if you were safe, if you had moved on and he would feel so empty. as you watched taesan you could tell how hard it’s been for him. 

“you probably won’t remember this but i love you and i always will love you, even though i can’t be with you," he looked into your eyes with nothing but sincerity. you suddenly shifted your body close to him and the alcohol in your system made you spontaneously bold. you leaned even closer and caught his soft lips in yours. it was only for a moment but as you pulled away you could see the shock on taesan’s face even through the darkness of the room. 

you sleepily giggle as you hold his hand underneath the blanket, “i’ll make sure i remember this at least,” you say, the last part becoming almost incoherent as you’re on the brink of falling asleep. taesan has always had this effect on you which instantly relaxes you.

your eyes are closed as you feel taesan bring you impossibly closer to him, as if you’ll disappear in an instant. your face is buried in his chest and the soft scent of his shampoo is intoxicating the air around you, even more than the soju you drank earlier. the last thing you feel before going off into dreamland is the softness of taesan’s lips on your head, pressing a kiss and mumbling a small “sleep well y/n.”

ㅡ ౨ৎ ㅡ

as soon as you open your eyes, you’re met with the view of a white t-shirt, likely someone’s chest as you’re snuggled in it. you look up to see who the owner is and your eyes land on taesan’s peaceful sleeping face. your heart softens and the memories of last night come flooding back. you smile to yourself before taking in taesan’s face. you haven’t had a good look of it in what feels like forever. 

his lashes are long, you notice, not one sign of discomfort on his face as he sleeps soundly. his lips are slightly parted and the sound of his breathing fills the room. your gaze drops to his lips once again and you remember how you briefly kissed him last night. you gasp at your boldness, maybe a little too loud because taesan’s eyebrows furrow and he begins to shuffle. he softly groans before his eyes sleepily, open and they meet yours instantly. 

“morning, baby,” he says lazily as his hands snake around your waist to pull you closer and his head buries in your neck. he did it so naturally that even he realizes and suddenly moves away and sits up. he looks a bit surprised but his expression changes and he looks shy. 

“i swear i didn’t kidnap you!” he abruptly says and you have to force a giggle back as you sit up as well. “you probably don’t remember but you came here last night and you were drunk and—” “i remember,” you cut him off and his expression goes back to being surprised. 

“you—you remember? everything?” “everything.” you assure him. he looks taken aback like he doesn’t know what to say. he shyly looks around the room figuring out his words, “so will you… take me back?”  

taesan is scared of what you’ll say and it’s visible on his face. you both are looking into each other’s eyes and he looks so pretty right now that you could cry. you’ve so badly missed the morning face of his that you're looking at, his nagging habits, his smile, everything about him. 

“of course i will, i’ve missed you so much dongminie,” you giggle sheepishly and taesan’s expression finally calms. “thank—thank god, i was scared you wouldn’t want me,” taesan finally exhales out the breath he’s been holding in. 

“but you’ll have to promise me something,” taesan looks at you expectantly. “if there’s ever a problem we’ll tell each other and work through it together.” taesan aggressively nods at your words, “i’ve learnt my lesson.” 

you laugh, “okay!” taesan once again looks at you expectantly while fiddling with his fingers. “so… does that mean i’m your boyfriend now?” you let out a hearty laugh again and taesan swears his heart does backflips.

 “yes taesan you’re my boyfriend and i’m your girlfriend,” you say smiling and taesan can’t control himself as his hands reach out to cup your face and his lips meet yours. 

he kisses you with so much softness and love that you can feel it emitting out of him. he savors you like it’s the first time he’s kissing you, his lips moving tenderly against yours. you feel him smile against your lips and that’s when you realize that he’d been longing for you as much as you had been longing for him.

a/n: if you enjoyed please reblog ! thanks so much ૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა

[suiana]

sorry guys i think I can't write fics anymore😢💔 there's no more creative juice in me😭🙏

lol just kidding😂😂😂 imagine being a nerd that doesn't know they're a nerd. well you don't have to imagine because you are one! haha!

and you're not those nerds that are like, smart in studies okay. well, you might be but for the sake of the plot you aren't. you're a nerd interested in other things. games, fictional characters, you get the gist.

anyway you fail a class. oopsies! your lecturer is really disappointed, flabbergasted even. how could you fail his class?

it's... a beginners class...

concerned, he requests his best student to tutor you. god, what would he do if you failed the final? his pay would be TOAST. thankfully for him, his star pupil seems more than eager to help. way too eager. a little weird but he's not gonna look a gift horse in the mouth.

enter yandere! golden boy.

star pupil, handsome face, sexy 6 pack, rich, passes all exams without studying, never suffered a day in his life, fucking perfect. literally. he was a genetically engineered baby. haha test tube baby 😂

his only flaw? he's so fucking obsessed with you that it's pathetic.

now, no one knows of it obviously. he's not dumb enough to show it to everyone. who do you think he is? he needs to keep up the reputation of being perfect you know? it really comes in handy when he needs people to... turn a blind eye to some of the things he does.

anyway, it sounds pretty normal right? the premise is simple, there's a cliche. loser and popular guy, we all know how this goes. popular guy actually loves loser for who they are and he noticed loser because of a common interest, he starts tutoring them, loser develops feelings because omg hot guy treating them like a decent person, loser falls for popular guy, they get together yada yada. and I'm going to be honest, I don't have any plot twist for this one. I'm being serious when i say my creative juices are running out.

except that doesn't happen and you don't fall for him 😂🙏 haha you thought 😜👍

why would you fall for your tutor? you've only met him once or twice before the first session. and even then, your mind is 101% on whatever weird thing you're fixating on at the moment. there's no space in your head to develop a crush on real people. especially one so out of your league?

you're a realistic person, you're not going to waste time on someone you so obviously know is going to reject you.

you know that.

you're not extraordinary. you're not hot. you're not rich. you're not good at anything, nothing at all. you're just... you. plain old you. average you.

simply you.

so what if he gives you smiles? so what if he's nice? he's not perfect for nothing. in the end, he probably would never look at you if not for the fact that he had been tasked with tutoring with you.

you know that.

because you're so painfully you. so boringly you that the most interesting thing about you is what you're interested in at the moment.

the social hierarchies are there for a reason. you're aware of them.

the rich date the rich, the beautiful stay beautiful, those in power get more powerful. and the boring...

well, they stick together.

at the bottom.

where they're destined to be. where you're destined to remain. and you're okay with it. you've come to terms with it long ago. this is reality after all. there is no marrying a rich man. the rich only marry the rich. no man will fall head over heels for some fucking loser that doesn't even bother to dress up. that's just how life is.

and unfortunately, the popular guy is not aware of such hierarchies. you know he's interested in you, somewhat. not love, definitely not. just some... sick twisted fantasy of his. oh look guys i bagged the loser and made them think i actually like them haha! gonna go break their heart now!

that's what you think at least.

popular guy here knows what he wants though. he can see it ever so clearly how much you want nothing to do with him. and he's going to have so much fun showing you the lengths he'll go to devote himself to you.

you think he's too high up for you? don't worry, he'll just fall from grace. all for you. just for you. heaven is too stuffy, maybe it'll be good to have his feet bleed a little.

you don't understand, he'll go through anything to understand the fraction of the life you're experiencing. life is hard, he knows. but does he? or is he just saying that?

does it really matter though?

you think you'd rather him just bully you at this point. the way he throws everything away like it's nothing is honestly scary. and even then, you still feel a power dynamic, a hierarchy.

he still holds all the power.

rich people never truly become poor. powerful people never truly lose all their power. the top always remain at the top. always.

just give in already. resisting him is futile. you know that, he knows that, everyone knows. so why do you continue to deny him the ultimate gift that is you?

but maybe... that's why he likes you. you're different. so similar but so different. and the chase is addictive.

like a drug he can't get enough of, you're the high he keeps seeking in his monotonous life. don't you love that? don't you want it? and it's all at the expense of him too, he's constantly degrading himself all for your attention that he barely gets. you like it, don't you?

he knows you do. which is precisely why he'll keep giving it to you.

he's the golden boy after all, and he'll continue to bleed gold for the loser that shines brightest under his care. safe where he can watch over you.

forever.

[touchme-teezme]

Last Pick.

PAIRING | collegeboy!mingi x fab!reader

TAGS | angst, smut, friends to lovers(?), p0rn with a plot with a cliffhanger (oopsie), lots of kissing, oral, reader was angry then h0rny…and then sad :( oh! and mingi’s lowkey a hoe

RATINGS | NSFW 18+ (minors DNI!)

SONGS | Cherry Hill - Russ, That's why I love you - SiR & Sabrina Claudio

SUMMARY | you and mingi are best friends. he likes you, but you love him. one fight changes the trajectory of your friendship forever.

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ i didn't know if i wanted to write angst or smut... so here's both? a bonus fic to celebrate the hard (pun intended) launch of my blog! it’s a bit more dramatic than i’m used to but that’s what creative writing is for. i have a few other members in my drafts. i plan to update sometime this week. might just spam them idk. i've been in such a writing mojo lately; i think i just miss ateez haha. also if you’re new, english is not my first language so if i get some terminologies mixed up, sorry!! that's all, enjoy ya freaks.

+ 💌 click here to see my Love Interrupted series masterlist [ot8] — check out the other parts!

inspired by a quote from ‘save me an orange’ by hayley grace. “Stop looking at me like that.” “Like what?” “Like I’m someone you could actually love.”

It was getting late, and you were growing tired.

Mentally tired. You were tired of hearing the same stories, the same kind of complaining, and most of all, tired of pathetically waiting on the sidelines. You’ve been avoiding the truth for so long that you didn’t notice it consumed you.

You weren’t Mingi’s type. He liked their personalities, bright, funny, and effortlessly interesting. Feminine, sexy and confident. Girls that could lead and had interesting hobbies. Compared to his colourful dating history, you felt like you weren’t anything particularly special.

You finally accepted that tonight, while drinking on your balcony as you listened to how his tinder dates this month went. At the mention of the second girl (whose name you already forgot), you were already dying inside.

Before you thought it wouldn’t get any worse, he went off topic and started talking about his future and what he actually wanted.

He blurted out that he should just marry you if he was still single at 35, declaring he had officially given up on the shrinking dating pool.

He looked at you with a mix of admiration and bliss in his eyes. That stupid, goddamn part of your brain convinced you it could happen. He acknowledged that small 0.0001% possibility of you and him ending up together, so there was actually a chance you could actually be with him.

But reality sunk in and drowned you.

Song Mingi would never love you.

That’s when the little glimmer of hope you’d carried throughout your friendship shattered. The shards had cut you and hurt bled out.

“Stop looking at me like that.” You sighed.

“Like what?”

“Like I’m someone you could actually love.”

Mingi didn’t know what to say at first, but at least a hundred responses came to his mind.

His face (which usually said whatever he was thinking for him) settled into a look that screamed Where did THAT come from? for him.

That was enough to discourage you altogether. You let silence grow between you two, quietly finishing your last sip with nothing but the sounds of midnight Seoul traffic beneath you.

You set the glass bottle on the table and rose from your chair. “I’m going to bed. You can hang out here or just leave or whatever.”

Mingi took a few seconds to process the shift in mood before he ran after you inside. He thought you two were having some decent conversations, but he got ahead of himself like he usually does.

“Hey, hey, what’s going on?”

You paused and turned around slowly. You were trying to carefully pick out the right words from what you were feeling.

“Nothing. I’m just tired.”

“I know, that’s why I came. You weren’t really replying to me and San said he hasn’t heard from you. I…I just wanted to see you.”

“Well, you saw me. You can go.” You shrugged.

Mingi furrowed his eyebrows. “If this is about what I said about marrying you, I wasn’t serious. I know you don’t believe in marriage and—“

You let out a wry scoff, cutting his weak explanation short. You could’ve been mean, throw him out, laugh it off and say you were kidding. But you couldn’t ignore that feeling in your chest anymore.

With eyes shut, you murmured, “I hate how you make me feel sometimes.” and when you opened your eyes, they were already watery.

Mingi's face fell. "Hey, c’mon, I didn't mean to upset you."

He approached you delicately, his large hands encasing yours with a gentle touch. If he were to pull you in for one of his bear hugs, you might explode.

You quickly stepped back, creating distance between as you refused his hands. “That’s all you do lately. You don’t even realise half of the shit you say and how much it hurts to hear.”

His eyebrows furrowed, he was now growing very concerned. “I thought we were friends.”

“Do friends make each other feel like they’re the last pick of the litter?”

Mingi's eyes widened. "Last pick? Hey, what is going on with you?"

You laughed, but it was devoid of humour. "Let me break this down for you. All I have been hearing about these days are your dates, your perfect girls, how you have no connection with them so you’re going to die alone and yet you’re still choosing to sleep with the entire city. Then you throw out this ridiculous idea of how you want to settle down eventually, and when you’ve had your fun, you would marry me. Do you have any idea how that feels?"

He looked taken aback. “But… what I said, that was a joke and—“

"A joke?!” Your voice rose. "My feelings are a joke to you? Do you have any idea how long I've been…”

You stopped yourself, your mouth hanging slightly open as you realised there was no point. You had no business convincing a man to want you.

Still, the volume and hurt in your voice stunned him into silence despite you not finishing your sentence.

"You know what? Just get out." You seemed firm and dismissive, yet your heart was breaking. "I can't do this anymore. I can't keep pretending that I'm okay with just being your friend if this is how it’s going to be until you… decide to settle. You have to go."

Mingi stood there, shock and confusion written all over his face. "You don't mean that. Please, we can talk about this.”

"No, Mingi. Just leave," you insisted, your voice cracking as you further widened the space between you, your hands held up in surrender as you walked away. "I'm done."

Yet another awkward silence grew between you. For a moment, Mingi didn’t move. He just watched you slowly walk towards your closed bedroom door disappointed.

Then, as if something snapped inside him. He finally realized what this was about.

You had feelings for him.

You didn’t say it out loud, but it made sense and Mingi felt like the biggest asshole in the world. He crossed the distance between you in two quick strides, desperate to reach you. His hand grabbed your shoulder first, turning you around.

“No, we’re talking about this.”

“I have nothing else to say to you. Go fuck someone new on tinder and just leave me out of it.”

“Dude, come on this is not how we talk to each other.” He was getting way too close to you.

“I couldn’t give two shits about how we talk to each other when you’ve pissed me off. So now, you have to go.”

“You almost said it a minute ago. Tell me why the girls bother you, why what I said bother you. I need to hear it.” He demanded.

Okay, that pissed you off more than you already were. Your chest heaved with the intensity of your emotions, the words bubbling up from a place you had kept buried for too long.

“This is stupid,” You whispered, shaking your head as your eyes continued watering as your gaze pierced into his. “You’re stupid, and you make me feel stupid.”

“Say what you wanted to, and I’ll go, and we never have to speak again.”

“So that’s it? You want an ego boost? You wanna feel on top?!” You practically yelled in his face.

“If that’ll make you be fucking honest for once, it might be worth it!”

“You’re so pretentious. I can’t believe I ever stuck around this long!”

“Why did you then, huh? Tell me exactly why you did!”

His yelling echoed in your apartment. You felt your heart beating in your throat as you stared at his lips.

Fuck it.

You closed the final few inches of distance between you in a swift motion. Gripping onto his shirt, you pulled him towards you forcefully, crashing your lips onto his with all the built-up anger and frustration pouring out.

Mingi was completely caught off guard by the intensity of the kiss. But the second you tried to pull away, he grabbed you back in. His hand gripped your waist tightly, pulling you against him as the kiss deepened.

He lifted one of your legs up to the sides of his hip as he pushed you up against the bedroom door, cushioning the impact with his palm on the back of your head. The heat between your legs was growing and rubbing against his crotch was making it worse.

Your hands were exploring his chest, his shoulders, his face and his hair. You finally gasped for air, tilting your head up which invited him to kiss down your chin to your neck.

“I hate you, I fucking hate you.” I whispered out, shaking your head. Baffled at how good of a kisser he was, but with how he was spending his weekends, it wasn’t exactly a mystery.

He bent down to hoist you up by your thighs, effortlessly wrapping them around his waist. With one of your arms snaked around his neck for support, the other reached behind to open the door.

“Hate me later.” He muttered, kissing you again as he carried you into your dark bedroom.

He laid you down, sandwiching you between his chest and your mattress. You could feel him getting hard through the tin fabric of his Adidas shorts.

He smelled so fucking good. His natural scent mixed with a hint of the cologne you got for him for his birthday made your imagination go wild. Your hands reached the hem of his shirt like an animal instinct, tempted to rip it off him if he didn’t take it off in the next few seconds.

He pulled up and tugged his shirt over his head when he noticed your neediness. In the faint light of the opened door behind him, you could see the outline of his toned body.

Soft streetlights from outside the window above the bed frame gently illuminated his face that looked down at you like you were a full course meal and he was starving.

You have found Mingi handsome since the first day you met. Hell, even he knew he was handsome but something about how he looked at that moment sent chills all throughout your body.

When he leaned back down over you, you couldn’t resist reaching out to his face to caress his cheek, your thumb brushing back and forth near the beauty mark on his face.

He took your hand gently, kissing the back of it. Guiding your hand to his chest, he let you trace your fingertips down his body.

You almost forgot why you were angry.

“Do you want to do this?” He asked, still sounding a little breathless from the escalation.

You looked up from your hand on his lower abdomen, “If you leave now I might actually kill you.”

almost.

He took in bottom lip with his teeth to hide an excited smile, before leaning down to capture your lips in another kiss. This time, he moved slower, savouring whatever was left of that cherry lip balm you had on. “I wasn’t planning to.”

You smiled into the next kiss. Typically you’re not supposed to enjoy having the tongue of the person you were just screaming at in your mouth, but you wanted it there for as long as possible. In fact, you wanted that tongue everywhere on you.

Mingi on the other hand was trying really hard to focus but he could literally feel your nipples through the t-shirt you still had on.

Why the fuck was it even still on, he had no idea.

He was now thinking about how you did not have a bra on the entire time he was hanging out at your house, wondering how often it had been happening without him realising.

You grabbed onto the sides of his hips, and groaned in his mouth. He flipped over, positioning you so you were centred on his hard cock. You readjusted your legs to straddle him comfortably, your arms crossing behind his neck for support as he was sitting up.

His hands found their way to your ass, squeezing it in encouragement as you started bucking your hips against him. Your nails scratching up his shoulders as you started to wonder if the rumours about his dick size were true — all while the friction was driving him insane with arousal.

He helped you take your baggy t-shirt over your head. Delighted that you weren’t wearing a bra, he even fixed your hair once it was off, carefully flipping it behind your shoulders. He slid a hand to the small of your bare back, stealing a quick glance at your face.

You were the prettiest girl he knew. He had told you that a few times, but stopped once he realised you were never going to believe him. He’d be lying if he said he was never attracted to you, he just could never find the courage to cross that line. He was afraid of losing you more than anyone else he’d ever met.

“What?” You simply asked.

Doe eyed, topless, in his arms. Mingi could’ve sworn he had a wet dream about this once. His eyes dipped to your chest without saying a word, and he buried his face there. You rolled your eyes, but inside you were screaming with joy.

He caught your left nipple between his swollen lips while he massaged the other in his free hand. You squirmed when you felt him nibble, and twist you like a personal bop it. You even felt the fucker smirk against your skin at your reaction.

Your hand moved to roughly grip on the hair on the back of his head and your back arched towards him, feeling his tongue licking on your chest in a circular motion.

His eyes looked up at you, as he sucked on your breasts sloppily and kneading them with his hand, admiring his view and the feeling it came with.

You felt the tip of his nose brush up across your collarbone to return to your neck. You were getting so wet, it’s a miracle you managed to restrain yourself from taking those eager hands of his and shoving them in your shorts.

“I-I’m still mad…a-at you.” You managed to choke out, shuddering from the tingling feeling of him sucking on a sweet spot you didn’t know you had.

“I know.” He groaned.

Your hand reached down to the rock solid boner you had been grinding up against. He took a sharp hiss of breath at your touch.

He flipped you over again before you could’ve tried to slip off his pants. He guided you a little higher on the bed and then sat up to pull your shorts and your underwear down in one firm swift motion.

With his hands gently on your knees, he parted your legs. “Fuck…” He whispered.

As you lay on the bed, propped up on your elbows, you were a little embarrassed that he was seeing that part of you at first, but the way his eyes looked into yours and raked down your body made you grow a little more confident in your skin.

“Are you gonna just stare?” You nodded your head at him.

“I’m taking my time because you have no idea how often I’ve thought of doing this to you.”

“Slut.”

Mingi cracked into a grin, his tongue cheekily running across his top teeth as he shook his head and took your leg over his shoulder. He pushed your other knee further out when he started to lean down, coming closer to your dripping cunt.

Took his time, he did.

He cherished every kiss, and the way his nose slid up and down against you made your breathing shaky. Your hands fondled your own tits that were still a little damp from his licks from earlier.

When he started basically making out with your clit, your head threw back and you couldn’t hold back your breathy moans. Your hips started to rock into his tongue.

“Who’s the slut now?” You heard him coo from under you. He watched you with fox-like eyes, keeping a vigilant gaze while you stimulated yourself and something about it made it ten times hotter.

“S-still you—Ah, Mingi!” Your head dropped onto the bed.

Your clit was swollen, and his fingers invited themselves between your folds before entering. There’s no way you could’ve held in that loud moan, or mask the look of absolute pure pleasure that contorted your face.

Something about how you were unravelling at the curl of his finger inside you, with your heel dug in lot his back and the sound of you moaning his name over and over had him excited for what’s to come.

Figuratively and literally.

Mingi’s dick had never been harder.

You reached for his hand that was gripping on your thigh to keep your legs parted. Your mouth dropped open as your eyes squeezed shut to feel the electrifying sensation throughout your entire body. His fingers and the upper inner part of your thighs were coated in your release.

Holy shit, Mingi actually made you cum. And he sucked and licked every last of it as you were riding it out.

He sucked on your clit one last time, giving a quick kiss goodbye before crawling up your body to meet your face.

His hand was beside your face as he tilted his head to the side. Mingi hovered over you and though you felt a bit dizzy, you managed to mirror the grin on his face.

“Are you still mad at me?”

“Furious.”

“Don’t lie to me.”

As you sat up slowly, he started to retreat to reel you in with your faces mere inches apart. Placing a hand on his chest, you pushed him down to get onto his back.

Who knows when’s the next time you would ever to be able to do this? In the back of your head, you knew this was a heat of a moment kind of thing, eventhough it made you a little sad, you wanted to kiss him again and again.

And he was more than willing to entertain it.

You could taste yourself off his lips. The dirtiness of it all made it hotter. His nails running up and down the side of your thigh as your chest pressed against his.

You moved down, planting little kisses down his gorgeous physique, you hands gripping on his sides as he watched. His hand reached out stroking the top of your head.

This had to be a dream.

You looked up when you reached the drawstring of the shorts he had on.

“Okay, okay, just be gentle,” He asked softly. “I’m a little… uh…”

With your teeth, you undid the little bow and tug his shorts down. Rumour confirmed: he was huge. Girthy, long, with cum already dripping down its sides from tip.

You thought you were seeing things wrongly so your hand reached out to hold it by the base and stroked up.

“Needy?” You teased.

Mingi’s brain electrocuted for a second, unsure if it was the tone or your hands. He flinched, “S-shit, baby, I’m really… hold on—“

You leaned forward, wrapping your hand comfortably around the base as you started to return the treatment he just gave you — tenfold. Mingi’s flustered face transformed into a look of pure satisfaction.

The way you licked, kissed, and sucked all over his shaft, he’d float if he could. The lewd noises you were making made him hiss, bitting in his lower lip as he watched from above.

“S-shit you’re doing so good.” He managed to say, leaning over to comb back your hair in his hands as you steadied your pace.

When his tip scratched the back of your throat, he was done for. You almost ended up choking on the cum that bursted out of his wet hard cock that pooled warm in your mouth, and swallowed.

The noise he made was unlike anything you’d ever heard in your decade long friendship, and it was the best he’d ever felt out of all his past experiences.

But that wasn’t why he had to take a breather. He realised how wrong he’d been doing you. Knowing how you felt about him, and how he’s been treating you made him wonder if he even deserved to see you this way.

He moved in behind you, gently guiding your face toward his for a soft, sweet kiss that made you smile. He trailed playful kisses along the side of your face as your hand caressed his. His large hands traced lightly over your waist.

If foreplay was this good already, he could only imagine how mind boggling actually fucking you would be. But he seemed to enjoy finally being able to shamelessly kiss you and touch you wherever he wanted more though.

You, however, had a different thought. The lines of your friendship were already blurred. Being with him like this had been a fantasy, but now you were stepping into uncharted territory, where everything about your relationship with him might change — if it hadn’t already.

That’s when reality hit, your smile fading. You needed a moment to pull back.

He started slowing down when he noticed you or your body weren’t really responding to him anymore.

It hit you like a cold splash of reality—his stories of conquests, the way he casually shared tales of his past flings, and how effortlessly he moved on from each one.

“Hey, look at me. What’s wrong?”

In that moment, you realized you were just another number on his hit list, a fleeting moment in his game, and the weight of that truth settled heavily in your chest, leaving you feeling small and insignificant.

Even with his own doubts, Mingi was still ready to take things further right then and there, but seeing that look — the one you make when you have a lot on your mind — he couldn’t bring himself to continue.

His hand reached out, caressing the other side of your face, tucking your hair behind your ear in comfort, “We don’t have to, you know.”

You nodded, “I know. I’m sorry, I just… I’m thinking a lot right now.”

“Hey, it’s okay.” He smiled at you, shaking his head in reassurance before closing in to kiss the side of your head.

He shifted on the bed, pulling you into an embrace and brought you close to him under the sheets.

You’ve shared this bed several times over the years, but never this intimately, without a pillow barrier or clothes on. This easily felt very new to both of you, yet still comfortable enough.

As you cuddled facing eachother, you turned to the ceiling as your thoughts began to swirl. You had settled the argument from earlier with your bodies, but the confusion in your heart still remained.

“Are you okay?” Mingi finally asked, concern in his eyes as you took your time to answer.

“Yeah, just…” The room felt colder, smaller, and you could feel tears pricking at your eyes as you turned to look at him. “I don’t want to be like the others. I don’t want us to end up being… nothing.”

“You’re not like the others,” Mingi said softly, turning to face you, his eyes searching yours. “I’m serious. I’m sorry for the stupid things I said. You are… you’re everything to me. You’re it, and—”

You’d heard it all before. You knew his usual pretty words for his pretty girls thanks to his stories but what you didn’t know was how he actually meant what he said this time.

“Look, Mingi…I just can’t do the whole friends-with-benefits thing. I can’t just stay friends after this. I need you all in if you’re going to be in my life.” Your voice trembled, and each word felt like a struggle. This boy had a grip on your heart that made the thought of losing him hurt. “If you can’t do that, you really need to go tomorrow morning, okay?”

He took a moment to let your words sink in, the silence stretching between you. Then, quietly, he leaned in and kissed you—a soft, gentle kiss. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close. The warmth of his skin soothed you in the cool air as he pressed a light kiss to your forehead.

[daryl-dixon-daydreams]

Warnings: scary but protective!negan, language (duh haha), references to violence and canon events Reader pronouns: she/her "Wakey, wakey, eggs, and bakey! Open those eyes up, sunshine! Nappy time is over!"

He knew that voice. And he also knew it meant he was dead.

"Oh, you have been a busy little beaver lately, haven't you?" Negan said, glancing over his shoulder into the back seat at the man's prone form, ankles and hands bound. He smiled that wolfish smile of his, his hands steady on the wheel of the truck. "Talking shit about me with Simon, taking more than your fair share of rations and supplies, stashing contraband in your room—oopsie—and harassing one of the fine people in Alexandria who I specifically remember mentioning was abso-fucking-lutely hands off. Where does one find the time?"

The truck went over a pothole and jostled him nearly to the floor. He was drenched in sweat. "I—I'm sorry. I may have gotten—a bit carried away and—"

Negan's dangerous laugh cut him off. "'A bit carried away'? That is the goddamn understatement of the century, dickwad," he said, laughing again, shaking his head.

The man gulped thickly and tried to slow his breathing, but he was fully panicking now. Negan could see it in his eyes when he glanced into the rearview mirror. "W—where are you taking me?"

"Some place you ain't gonna like," Negan said, a smile still audible in his voice.

There was a strangled sound from the back seat and then another question. "What are you gonna do to me?"

Negan chuckled lightly. "Something you ain't gonna like." He sighed and adjusted his hands on the steering wheel. "You know, all that shit with Simon, the extra rations, hell—even the contraband!—I probably could have worked with it. Sure, I would have thrown you in a hole somewhere for a month, maybe made you go under the iron or cut off a hand, but I wouldn't have killed you over that shit... But you really went too far when you laid so much as a fucking finger on Y/N. When I give a goddamn order I expect it to be followed and I thought I had made it excruciatingly clear that she was off-limits. Did you really think I wouldn't find out?" Silence from the backseat. "Yeah," he laughed softly to himself. "Yeah, you probably did. You probably thought there was no way she'd tell me what happened, right? Because I'm a fucking monster who traumatized their whole community and am now bleeding them dry with this 'deal'. But you forgot one. fucking. thing. I'm Negan. And I always find out."

Negan wasn't smiling anymore and he wasn't laughing. His eyes in the rearview mirror had seemingly gone dark.

Prompt: "Where are you taking me?" / "Some place you ain't gonna like." / "What are you gonna do to me?" / "Something you ain't gonna like." - from Red Dead Redemption 2

[dontbesoweirdkira]

Could you write a possessive flavored yandere Erron black?

“Sweetheart…where are you hidin’? I know you’re here. Come out, come out, wherever you are.”

A/N: yes sirrrrr. I’m sorry I realized I got a little bit distracted while writing and didn’t follow the request exactlyyyy…oopsies. I’ve never written Erron so I do hope he’s in character enough. Thank you so much for requesting. I hope you enjoy. Just request again if you want a specific scenario.

Warnings: Yandere/toxic themes, kidnapping, talks of murder, threats, obsession

Requests: open 24/7

Masterlist

Being tracked down by a bounty hunter-cowboy was definitely not on this year's bingo card.

You had no clue you were putting yourself in the middle of something far greater than anything you could imagine. That a little celebratory trip down to the local pub would turn into you hiding for your life.

“Sweetheart…where are you hidin’? I know you’re here. Come out, come out, wherever you are.” A deep husky, southern voice taunted

You remained stiff, curled into a tight ball, silently praying for a way out of this nightmare.

How could you be so damn stupid. How did you not notice something off about the man? Why didn’t the alarm bells go off for you the second he walked in? And why were you just now putting the pieces together ?

~~~

From the way he had dressed to the way the atmosphere changed from the second he walked in…you were so oblivious.

Tipsy and blissful you had thought his outfit was the coolest thing since sliced bread. Unknowingly, you thought he was a part of one of the larp groups in the area. gleefully, you struck up a conversation with the fella.

“You know, you are one, if not the coolest motherfucker I’ve ever seen in my entire life. I wish I had a cowboy hat like that.”

Amused, the man had decided to take a seat next to you and indulge in the conversation.

“Well a mighty thank you, princess. You know you are one, if not the prettiest woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on. Names’ Erron, what brings someone like you to a place like this?”

“Haha I’m y/n and thank you! I’m here to celebrate a bonus I finally got from my boss. I’ve been hounding her about it for months and I’m so happy to finally get it,. Times been rough, y’know?”

“Oh don’t I know it, baby doll.”

From there you guys chatted it up, flirted back and forth, and shared a few drinks. Not even realizing the staleness of the rest of the Pub.

Everyone, except for you, seemed to know exactly who Erron was. They recognized that man wasn’t just here to socialize, he was there to collect.

~~~

You had found the perfect hiding space, just under the performance stage, behind the small curtains.

Luckily, no one noticed you crawling over to it, seemingly not even the cowboy. Everyone was far too busy with their own business to care about you in the heat of the moment.

It kept you safe enough from all the commotion that went down, just moments earlier, protecting you from all the stray bullets that unfortunately caught a few others.

The cowboy had a hefty bounty to collect if he successfully killed the man he was after…which also happened to be a frequent patron of the pub.

The man that everyone turned their heads to look at when he arrived, the man that turned Erron Black from a fun-loving conversationalist to a bloodthirsty monster.

You could hear the heavy thudding of his thick metal boots, treading the wooden floor as he tried to find you.

“I’m so sorry about all that, doll. Erron had some business to take care of…I hope you understand.” He had tried to make his voice sweet to make you feel safe enough to come out. Like he hadn’t just murdered the entire bar.

The sound of chairs and tables being thrown, and cabinets being searched sent a sharp fear down your throat and into your stomach.

You couldn’t see it but you could hear just how erratic he was becoming searching for you.

“I know you’re a little frightened but don’t worry I’m not gunna hurt ya darlin’…I think we have something special going on. Wouldn’t ya’ agree?”

Erron wasn’t leaving that place without you. You’ve charmed the dangerous cowboy enough to win him over so like hell he would leave you here! He’s not done with you just yet. Besides you’ve seen too much, either way he’d still have to find you to kill you.

“You looked mighty fine tonight…why don’t ya say’, we go back to my place. Not like there’s any other men here to take you home…”

You could hear his boots pick up pace on the hard wood as he walked over to the bar before they stopped. Clinking of a glass could be heard before the pouring of a drink.

“Come on pretty please.” The irritation in his voice began to rise, his patience with you wavering

Erron usually isn’t this patient, and for a moment he’d thought about just setting the place ablaze and just letting you die like that. But Erron knew if he did, he wouldn’t be able to live with himself for a while. Something about you just couldn’t escape his mind. He needed to see that precious little face again.

A deep sigh filled the air before it became completely silent. It lasted quite some time, far longer than just a beat. Nearly ten minutes had passed and curiosity started to get the better of you.

What the hell was he doing? He couldn’t of left. Not that silently at least. You hadn’t heard a single sound, not even the sound of him drinking…was he just sitting there?

You wanted to get a good look, maybe he was distracted enough to sneak past?

Carefully, you leaned forward enough to grab a little bit of the curtain that lined the front of the platform, gently pushing it aside…only enough to see him. He sat haphazardly on the bar stool, with one leg planted on the ground to keep his balance and the other placed on the leg rest. His head face downwards and his hat hung low, shadowing his face and in his hands he still held the glass he earlier had drank from.

As if he could feel the gentle wind of the curtain being moved, Erron suddenly shattered the glass he was holding, causing it to catch you off guard and send you falling forward onto the cold, hardwood floor.

The cowboy released a chilling chuckle, one just as violent and twisted as he was.

You had fell right into his trap, there wasn’t any time to escape or run and hide again before he was removing that curtain and pulling you out from under the stage

��Darlin’, my job is catching people. You really thought that I wouldn’t find you? Truthfully, I knew exactly where you were the whole time. I just wanted to see if you’d come out for me if I’d ask~.”

“P-please…let me go. I-I didn’t do anything to you please—“ you squirmed tremendously as you tried your best to free your limbs from his grasp.

He shook his head and tsk’ed

“I would’ve let you go if you’d been good for me…you made me wait so long for you. Love is patient, I however, am not.”

“I’m so sorry-I was sca—“

“Shh it’s okay. I’ll teach ya how to reaaal be obedient.”

“Are you going to kill me..please—I don’t wanna die. I’m sorry please—.“

He let out another chilling laugh, this time a bit more dry.

“Oh i'm not going to kill you…I like you enough not to.—“ taking out and unwind I the rope from his hip, he continued

“You’re comin’ with me, Y/N. You’re gunna my new lil’ pet.”

[puffyducks]

DCRC Week #42

Continuing the Xadhoom trilogy, today we're reading PKNA #36: Far, Far Away, which is not to be confused with the location from Shrek 2 (yes I'm going to make this joke every time I read this title). This is sure to be a fun time haha I love Donald Duck comics!!!

the nefarious youtuber rantsona

Previously on Paperinik New Adventures: uuuuh so the Evronians tried to stop Xadhoom but they failed like they always do and now PK is somewhere in space on a little shuttle thing. also the Evronians have Xari UH OH!!

HDL MENTION 🔥🔥🔥

hey please don't call him "hard" with a speech bubble that looks like that, thanks

Anyways uh this is the emperor of Evron, I'm pretty sure his name is actually just "Evron"? And he's big and scary and that's like all there is to his character he's really not that important 💀 I mean other than being The Big Bad™ but he shows up so little, even Zoster had more of a presence (and got into the hit video game PK: Out of the Shadows for Gamecube/PS2)

Heyyyy Xari!! you uh... look a little. different? from the last comic?

Yeah so I'm fairly certain this was just an oopsie but in the last comic they use Xari's coolflame design (or I guess the other fake alien that looked like him) but afterwards he is very much Not Coolflamed so 😭 he's fine he's just hanging out with Evron it's no biggie

oh fuck it's the mushroom planet from the sonic movies

why is his face so sculpted here he's freaking me out

Yeah so apparently the Evronians are cruising through space on a WHOLE ASS PLANET

and in an even MORE shocking turn of events THERE ARE ACTUALLY XERBIAN SURVIVORS!!!! haha wow I'm sure Xadhoom will be happy about this :)

No living thing could survive that.

JUST KIDDING

Donald - 2 Spaceship impacts - 0

Nevermind he just got spawnkilled by the Xerbians. surely this situation couldn't get any wo-

OHH FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK

THEY JUST DROPPED HIM ON THE GROUND?????

HDL REFERENCE 🔥🔥🔥 WE'RE ALL ABOUT TO DIE BTW

Okay so the bad news is that we JUST found out there were survivors from Xerba and they have now all been found and captured by Evron

The good news is that Donald is okay because he's hiding in a bin of what I thought was popcorn but is actually just regular seeds which probably makes a lot more sense now that I'm thinking about it

other bad news: this

So the Xerbians have had all their hopes and dreams crushed for like the 20th time and now they're singing what appears to be some kind of beautiful folk song together, and I can only assume this moment would be really touching if. y'know. this wasn't a comic. where I can't hear the song. and know what the melody sounds like...

MAMA A GIRL BEHIND YOU!! AND SHE SCARY AS FUCK FOR SOME REASON

Well that sure was a fun comic where only bad things happened!!! Everything sure is FUCKED!!! HOW ARE WE GONNA GET OUT OF THIS ONE FOLKS?!??! I guess stick around for next week to find out.

By the way, in case you were wondering what Uno has been up to this whole time, he's playing checkers by himself. Just felt like this was important to add.

[midnighthybrid1]

Thought I should actually post these here oop

Hello peeps! Here’re some Hazbin Genderbent Edits I did a while ago, if anyone here follows me on YouTube they might recognize the designs. I have a few more that I’ll be sharing here eventually, and plentyyy of artwork and screenshot edits haha. Y’all boutta get an influx of HH content from me, I apologize ahead of time.

Genderbent Names, in order from Left to Right: Eleanor, Crystal, Richie/Dickie, Charles, Marvell, and Shell.

I may take some inspo from these designs to make OCs away from the source material eventually, just so I can enjoy them in peace haha. I don’t actually really like Hazbin much, unfortunately, but it has a fun concept and unfortunately one of my hyperfixations. Sigh.

If you’d like to check out the shorts I featured these in (which also include some headcanon voice ideas I had for them!) then check out my YouTube here!

I’ll drop the design explanations under the cut, hope you enjoy them!

- Charles: I tried to add some more traditional ‘Prince’ elements to the design with the cummerbund, as well as took some inspiration from images of male dancers I’d found. I gave him a hair bun just so we could keep that Apple Motif in his design. I got rid of his curves (he’s been TWINKIFIED OH NO-) and rounded out some of the jagged edges in his design to better match his personality.

- Richie/Dickie: Based on his lore, I figured he’d be a little more ‘built’ than Charles (which isn’t saying much here, since he’s still pretty skinny). I accidentally made him kind of pirate-ish with his ponytail and shirt, but I think that adventurous look fits him. I shortened the hair down to a ponytail but, to keep that general silhouette’s vibe, made the bow tie it up and made it EXTRA LONG. I imagine Richie is a name he made up as a nickname for Richard (since… since Dick is a nickname for Richard too…) and Adam and Lute would call him Dickie once the whole ‘he is an angel’ reveal happens.

- Crystal: My friend thought of her name and I didn’t realize until after that she’s an accidental Breaking Bad reference. Uh. Oopsies? I literally just took Angel’s normal colors and moved them over to the blue hues on the color wheel haha. Trying to make sure she didn’t look like Devil Dust was a bit of a pain, especially since I also took inspo from Drag King fashion for her, but I am pretty happy with what I came up with. I opened her shirt, but I imagine anything sus would be ‘censored’ by cartoon logic with her shirt, since that’s what I saw a lot of in the drag I looked at for her. I based her body type after Angel’s twin sister Molly, and I imagine if I gender swapped Molly I’d do a similar thing by giving her Angel’s body type.

- Eleanor: I tried to base her outfit a bit off of 1920s/30s dresses and suits with a slight modern twist, similar to Alastor. That’s also how I did her hair, I gave it more of rounded bob look to match some short styles that were popular around then. Since she wouldn’t have antlers, I gave her a visible deer tail instead (I like the headcanon that Al has one, and decided making that more obvious here would be a good idea).

- Marvell: His name comes from Marvelous, similar to how Niffty comes from Nifty. Very fun times. I tried to give him more of a Butler theme to contrast Niffty’s maid theme, which also fit because Viv would 100% give him a bowtie if he were a guy. I also gave him sideburns for the 50’s look… and cause I thought it’d be funny.

- Shell…?: Her name was hard to come up with. I actually don’t like the name Shell, but the next best thing was Shuck and that’s not much better. I didn’t change too much about her, I actually think the skinny skrunkly look fits her better than normal Husky for some reason? I’m not sure why. I replaced the suspenders with a vest because I figured they’d probably cover her up a little more if the character was a girl, and shortened her wings because Male Birds are generally more majestic (maybe I should have changed the wing colors too… hm… thoughts for the future).

[ateohsixxxx]

Of course I pay attention to someone who spams my notifications, silly! You're so cute.

It seems I have a rather effortless way of catching you off guard, so much so that you actually broke something! How precious. I’ve already said it countless times today, but I can’t help myself—aren’t you just the cutest little thing? I make that messed-up heart of yours race, of course I do, you sure do have the weak spot for me. Let’s take a deep breath now, I wouldn’t want you keeling over from a heart attack before I get the pleasure of truly toying with you myself.

A brat, through and through—one you clearly can’t handle. And that’s okay. You don’t need to. I can handle you. Completely. I can pull you apart, piece by piece, until you’re nothing but a trembling mess in my hands, and all you’ll be able to do is let me. We can make out as much as your needy little heart desires, though I have no doubt you’d wear out long before I even begin to tire. But don’t worry, love—I’d carry on regardless.

If you're having thoughts and feelings, then, tell me them. Don't be coy.

ahahahahaha im fine, im fine, am fine and normal about this whole situation, yeah. am all good. get it together eerie

0//////0

….you think I’m cute??? *giggling, blushing, twirling a knife* Oh, you reeeeeeally think I’m cute ♡ yeah, guilty, I definitely spam like your shit.

Oopsies

Yeah, no lie, you do catch me off guard. I’ve put this in my drafts so many times. You owe me a phone case, mister. I dunno why you got me like this? Like, is it your vibe, the tone you write with? Fvck, it’s all just soooo, ugh, I was reading through the posts thinking ‘damn, he’s actually insane perfect’

“of course I do” godddddd, I don’t know if the confidence makes me wanna hurt you or blow you? It’s so confusing, but you’re a masochist so I’m sure you’ll love whatever I end up deciding on.

You might actually give me a heart attack, which sucks, cause I had this whole, like, double-suicide-single-grave-fantasy planned out in my head. It was real romantic, actually. A whole death pact vibe. Wait, who said that? Huh? haha Shut up.

I only wanna handle you enough to be playful, I wanna see how crazy you get when you’re reeeeal riled up.

heeeeyyyy babbyyyyyyy, wanna take turns carving names into each other? ♡ ♡ ♡

[seriousbrat]

Isn't it an exaggeration to claim that Sirius tried to murder Snape? While Sirius did wrong by exposing Remus's secret about his lycanthropy, he didn't force Snape to go through the Whomping Willow; he simply provided information on how to get past it. Snape chose to investigate that information and went there of his own accord. Given his conversation with Lily, it's likely she suspected Remus was a werewolf. Snape's attempts to uncover the truth about Remus seem more like an effort to divert her attention from his own associations with Death Eaters and her real concerns about them.

People can still hold responsibility for willingly choosing to engage in dangerous situations.

lmao, yeah I'll concede it's a little bit of an exaggeration, but also not that much of one. Like okay, he tried to manslaughter him then lol

I've answered asks about this subject multiple times , but at risk of repeating myself: I think it's generally a bit disingenuous to claim that Sirius "simply told him" and was totally innocent and clueless about the very likely consequences of revealing that information to Snape. Sirius isn't stupid and he had to be aware of what Snape would do with that knowledge, then he very clearly showed NO remorse for it after.

This does not make it sound like it was an innocent little oopsie, but rather that it was done deliberately as an act of punishment. He engineered a situation in which Snape would find himself in mortal peril. Remus says that Sirius thought it would be "amusing;" if all Sirius was doing was neutrally telling Snape about a secret passageway, where's the trick? What's the amusing part? Perhaps Sirius didn't think Snape would actually die and just thought he'd get a good scare, but he still was willing to risk Snape's life to achieve this end.

Obviously, Snape is also partly to blame for the situation, because he still chose to go down-- and like I said in one of the other posts, this is why I don't think the staff at Hogwarts can punish Sirius for it. But on a personal level, in terms of Sirius's intent, I still believe it's wrong, and it's wrong for more than just the fact that Sirius exposed his friend's secret. Multiple people can be at fault in different ways.

Snape's attempts to uncover the truth about Remus seem more like an effort to divert her attention from his own associations with Death Eaters and her real concerns about them.

I mean, maybe, but honestly I think he was primarily obsessed with uncovering the marauders' secrets because he hated them, rather than it all just being a conniving ploy to distract Lily. I'm sure there was a part of wanting to show Lily that they were as terrible as he thought, but personally I don't think it was as convoluted as this haha. I'll also point out that Snape didn't appear to be making much effort to hide his association with Mulciber and Avery from Lily lol.

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Obscure Character Showdown FINALE

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No Significant Harassment

[NSH has beaten Akama (The Idiot (1951)), Libby Day (Dark Places), Sally Swing (Betty Boop), Shrimp (The Upturned), Oopsy Bear (Care Bears (2007 series)), Hikaru (Hikaru ga Shinda Natsu), and Diggory Graves (Hello from the Hallowoods)] They're just a silly little guy. A jokester. Significant harassment if you will. Anyway, a more in depth run down: They're a city sized supercomputer built by a Buddhist adjacent society to figure out how to transcend the 'Great Cycle' (semi-metaphorical cycle of death and rebirth) in a safer way than the previous method (submerging oneself in the 'void sea' which is a mysterious golden liquid that dissolves whatever it touches). Despite being built for this express purpose NSH never really shows a pressing interest in ascension, even cracking jokes about those who are still looking for a solution. Whether this is due to indifference, dislike of, or humor to cope with being unable to ascend is not clear and really up to interpretation. Example: NSH: I wish them super good luck in that endeavor. How is it going to happen? Have the overseers gnaw through bedrock until their entire can crashes down in the void sea? BSM: Please be respectful when speaking of the Void Sea. Grey Wind, where did you hear this? CW: I really shouldn't say. He's going to attempt some sort of breeding program. Thought you might want to know. NSH: Haha with the slimers, lizards and etceteras? Surely the answer was in a lizard skull all along! He's very flippant, but does care very intensely for those close to him. NSH: Moon? It's me again. NSH: I do not know if you are receiving these. Please signal in any way you can. NSH: I need to talk to you. I need to know you're okay. NSH: … NSH: Its difficult for us to assist you over this distance. NSH: Even more difficult for us to do anything in the midst of these tantrums. NSH: Were going to try everything that we can. NSH: Just hold on a little longer. (Context for previous convo: They genetically engineered a super organism of a slugcat (the species you play as in Rain World) to help reset his coworker/sibling after her collapse and restart her systems. He was so desperate to fix her that he accidentally messed up the slugcat's (Hunter) genetic code and as a result it became riddle with the Rot (relatively similar to aggressive cancer) :( which parallels his other coworker/siblings condition who also has the rot. ) He canonically uses he/they pronouns too! Nonbinary swag! NSH has major internet troll vibes. He has sent a data pearl of "something distasteful" to his neighbors on several(?) occasions and causes chaos. If he had access to the wider internet he'd probably be an influencer So…yeah! Vote NSH this website likes the allure of heavy machinery and stuff like that so… there you go. Kind of a blorbo. End post.

Granger

[Granger has beaten Chopfyt (Oz), Wolfman (Darkwood), Gaap Goemon (Mairimashita! Iruma-kun), Forest Friend (Gris), Turnip (Chicory: A Colorful Tale), Gary (Faith the Unholy Trinity), and Stag Malinay (Krystar First Fragment)] so granger is the main character of the indie game "NeverHome" Chapter one, which is only $1 on Steam, is called NeverHome: Hall of Apathy. if ur a fan of young protags being put in RPG maker horror games, then this is the game for you!! so granger is just that… she wakes up to find herself in a strange, hostile world. she, along with the friends she makes, must solve the various puzzles before them while creatures are out to kill them… and along the way they can uncover the secrets of these never ending halls… her dynamics with the cast is also super fun… each character gets their moment or moments with granger. and what's so cute is that there's unique art for each pair that highlights the fact you cant get through these halls alone!! she also has her own theme song!! here!! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d_vwtmIj5cw it's called cyclical tragedy AND HERE IS AN ANALYSIS OF THE THEME!! MUSIC THEORY!!! written by my good friend @HIEMIOLA "cyclical tragedy" embodies the protagonist, granger, through the music theory behind the track and ties itself back into the main track as well. to begin with an overview of the track, the key is D minor and hte time signature is 3/4. the piece begins with a broken minor third starting from the tonic. that is, it begins on the main note and moves along the main chord, D to F. the next set of notes are C to E, which is shifted down a step. the phrase repeats again, this time D to F, then G to E, which is an inverse movement from the original sequence. even in this first part, we could tell that the protagonist begins from square 1 with a simple pattern, then tries it again when it works. however, the inverse breaks that expectation of repetition, thus showing the diverse variations of solutions she comes up with using just the tools she has (the two notes moving in thirds). just like the game, she is given a handful of objects as well as a knife to defend herself and solve the mysteries of the world she exists in. with her creative uses of the items given to her, she continues on her way through the plot. we will keep moving. the melody begins. true to the title of the track, the melody cycles around the same beginning note, D, that she always returns to at her square 1. this is a nod to the save states she is allowed to keep to make sure that we the players don't lose the game, but it also references the health bar that appears as a circle around her avatar. the melody, mapped out, is also moving in an up-down wave movement across the sheet music. granger is creative with the knife she has and the quest items she obtains throughout the story, but she is not entirely reckless. rather, she knows when it is time to return to the safe rooms to rest. to time her returns requires skill because she must run to cover without being caught by varying her path so the enemies don't corner her as she tries to return to the room. most of the time, she is successful, shown through the consistent return to the beginning note. let's keep going. i would like to turn your attention to the main theme briefly. in the bass notes, you can hear arpeggios and outlined chords. this makes up the bulk of the accompaniment in the main game theme. [mod note: the rest of the essay, and some more propaganda, is continued under a cut because tumblr will not process more text than this in an indent. sorry to split it up, please continue below for the rest of the essay and additional propaganda (including art) !]

the third variation of granger's theme also has arpeggiated chords in the accompaniment while the melody features broken chords. at this stage, the pattern switches to eigth notes instead of the quarter notes at first. with greater movement and heightened senses, she runs throughout world and befriends other people, thus interacting further with the environment. while she isn't exactly someone we would call open, she is respectful to the people she first meets and has no problems with asking them for help when she needs it. because of her openness to working together, she speeds up her progress by asking for aid at obstacles that would be too difficult for her to overcome on her own, such as asking a teammate to break things, move things, or reach into smaller holes. fusing the main theme elements with her own theme marks this step as the inciting incident that sets her on the path to escape from this world. we'll continue.

continuing the same part, we hear some secondary fifths. i'm not entirely sure if this is what you call it, but it is a nod to the parallel key, D major. depending on what theory class you take, this could also be considered the other half of the key. i dont know how else to describe it, but i digress. these are glimpses to different dialogue options she could take, glimpses to a different key or a different ending. because this game only has one chapter ending so far, we are unsure of what other paths granger will end up in; we only know that there are certainly other endings she will experience, only to begin the cycle again when the save state is loaded for players to reach another ending. both A major and G major are chords that signify different choices that may lead her elsewhere only for her to return back to the tonic or main note, D. despite this, she keeps going, as will we.

at the midpoint of the track, we see a quick shift in patterns. instead of upward leaps in the notes, the melody falls in stepwise motion. true to the plot, this is another turning point of the game when she is forced to make a choice: continue or stop. after facing the spoiler event, her once determined personality is challenged as she struggles to keep herself and her team together. despite being the headstrong protagonist who spearheaded solutions, even now she finds herself doubting and taking smaller steps, smaller risks.

even after all of this, she rises to the challenge as the melody returns to its beginning sequence. true to a protagonist she gets up again despite the events that transpired and keeps her team moving in their lowest points. the thirds return as she finds more objects to solve more puzzles to open more rooms to save more friends. this repeating part of the track only solidifies her resolve as the piece ends with a broken chord in the main key, her key, of D minor. despite everything that transpired, she stayed true to herself."

the game is also so, so charming with the art, music, and story made by the same person… its so clearly loved and full of passion!! i love listening to the game's ost on occassion!! since it's all on youtube!

ok one last thing thing!! on may 8th, the game hit 100 downloads (on both steam and itch.io). you can see the creator of the game celebrate that with this lovely drawing of granger: https://twitter.com/NeverHome_Game/status/1655761270694633472

so at most, only a bit over 100 people have played the game… id like to say that makes it obscure!!

anyways granger and neverhome!! we love to see our protagonists put in horrific situations and isn't she super cute with a lil bow on her head? she is my daughter…

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Hello dear Snow, ‎♡‧₊˚

I’m sending you warm vibes and good thoughts—I hope you’re hydrating and eating well! Actually, what’s the best dish you’ve had this week? ^^

I’ve been reflecting on something we talked about a few days ago, and it brought me back to this quote I’d love to hear your thoughts on:

"The way women are treated is a direct reflection of a country’s overall social and political health.”

I tend to overanalyze and dive deeply into surface-level things as well, which sometimes makes people look at me funny. So, I’ve learned to be more vague about what’s going on in my head. But when you mentioned overthinking, it struck me—it’s not your thoughts that are the problem, but how they’re received. Society often makes us feel small for having deeper, more abstract thoughts, and that’s something I truly loathe.

In real life, the pool of people who want to sit down and think deeply about things like this is small. That’s why I love the internet—it lets us connect with people who want to engage with the ideas (and nonsense) we share.

I rambled a bit—oopsy! But here’s my (somewhat concise) take on that quote:

Women exist at the intersection of economic, political, familial, and cultural structures—when these systems rely on oppression or control, they expose a nation’s fragility and injustice, and this isn’t just a gender issue; it’s about authority, ethics, and human dignity. A country oppressing women tends to oppress other marginalized minorities as well, thus exposing a deep flaw in moral behavior.

We see that history offers clear evidence of this connection: The Taliban's prohibition on the education of women and fundamental rights caused Afghanistan's economy to weaken, coupled with the nation suffering from severe worldwide isolation. Empowerment of educated women is central to economic growth, while their suppression caused massive poverty. Likewise, Iran's Islamic Revolution severely restricted women's rights, which caused a massive exodus of professional experts, economic stagnation, and massive social unrest. In both instances, gender oppression reflected wider national unrest.

In opposition, we see countries that prioritize gender equality—such as Sweden, Norway, and Finland—illustrate the benefits of inclusion. Their policies of paid parental leave, equal pay for equal work laws, and increased political representation for women have been instrumental in achieving some of the world's highest standards of living. These governments understand that women's success is inextricably linked with society's collective progress.

Withholding education, autonomy, and decision-making from women doesn't harm just them—it holds back the progress of a nation. The true strength of a nation isn't in its wealth or weaponry but in how it treats the most vulnerable in its midst. Women are the "canaries in the coal mine," and they show whether a nation is built on justice and progress or on domination and decay.

I’d love to hear your thoughts dear Snow, however much or little you feel like sharing.

Wishing you a lovely day! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

Cheshka, my love.♥️ I am so sorry it took me so long to respond to this.😭

Thank you for the warm vibes and thoughts, my dear. I am truly in desperate need of them. I swear, I have never been this occupied and stressed in my entire life before—these past two weeks were hellish. I cannot wait for this week to pass so I can finally relax again. I may or may not be planning to draw myself a bubble bath once I am done with everything, haha.♥️

As for the best dish I have had… when I first read your message, my answer was quite literally none. But guess what? That has changed now. I am not sure if you are familiar with Borek, though I assume you might be because of your heritage? I cannot say for sure, but anyway… I tried making it from scratch about a year ago, and no matter what I did, the dough never turned out the way I wanted it to. I had two mental breakdowns over it (at least it still tasted good, haha). But recently, I found a simple recipe that uses lasagne sheets as a “fake dough,” and it made the entire process a hundred times easier. I made it, and I was in literal heaven.🫠

You must know, I am someone who eats very little and has no big appetite in general. I can skip meals and not even feel hungry afterwards. But that Borek? I stuffed myself full with it, haha. (Of course, I still looked very ladylike while doing so—do not even think otherwise—). Anyway, that was an unnecessary ramble about the best dish I had this week. It was Borek. What about you, my dear?♥️

Before I get to the main point of your ask, let me indulge in a little more rambling, haha. I simply need to catch up, and I feel like this cute encounter I had is at least distantly related to the topic (or not at all, haha).

So, I had another doctor’s appointment (yes, again… they make me want to cast myself off a cliff at this point. I am so done with them). While waiting, there was a cute little family in the room with me—a girl, maybe 13 or 14 years old, with her mother and father. She was very bubbly, and I already found her adorable; she seemed quite intelligent as well.

I was reading something on my phone while waiting, and she was chatting in my mother tongue. I do not think they realised I could understand them. Then suddenly, there was a pause in their conversation. I looked up, and the girl was staring at me. I smiled without thinking much of it, and then she said—“This girl is so beautiful.”

When I tell you this sent my ego to unbelievable heights… Being perceived as beautiful when I was corpse-like, makeup-free, and utterly exhausted? Haha. Both her parents smiled at me very sweetly too, which is why I did not acknowledge her compliment—I did not want her to feel embarrassed about it. But is that not just the cutest thing? I want to bite her cheeks.😭

*coughs* Now, I am ready to discuss the more important topic.

I can relate to the funny looks you get. It used to happen to me often as well, until I started strategising before expressing myself—deciding whether a topic was even worth discussing with certain people. Not everyone is interested in everything, and I think that is fine. I am not particularly judgemental about it (or about anything), but I do agree that it would be better if people cared more about such matters. And you are absolutely right—people tend to disregard anything they do not understand.

That said, I do not find it as frustrating anymore as I did a few years ago. I suppose I have learned to accept it as it is. If someone does not understand, I simply share my thoughts with “my people” and no one else.

I also agree with your take on the internet. I am just glad I have my little circle of children to share my nonsense with, haha.♥️ I do not mind your rambling—I have, without a doubt, rambled four times more than you.🥹

Regarding your explanation about the treatment of women—I absolutely agree. I might have worded it slightly differently, but the core idea remains the same, so there is not much to add.

Societies that oppress women are, by their very nature, obscurantist societies—ones that resist progress, suppress knowledge, and reject critical thought. Obscurantism is characterised by a deliberate effort to keep people, particularly certain groups, in ignorance and subjugation, preventing them from questioning authority or seeking advancement.

A society that limits women’s freedoms, education, and opportunities is ultimately restricting half of its population from contributing to its intellectual, economic, and cultural development. This is not merely a moral or ethical failure; it is a structural weakness. Obscurantist societies operate on dogma rather than reason, and dogma does not foster innovation, resilience, or long-term stability.

Because obscurantists lack critical thinking and insight, they are incapable of constructing truly strong and enduring structures—whether political, economic, or social. Any progress they make is either built on weak foundations or is unsustainable, as it is based on suppression rather than organic growth and adaptation. Over time, the weight of their own stagnation causes their systems to crumble. Civilisations that fail to embrace knowledge, inclusion, and progress inevitably fall behind those that do, often collapsing under the pressure of their own inefficiency, corruption, and inability to adapt to changing times.

Thus, the oppression of women is not just a symptom of obscurantism but a fundamental cause of societal decline. A society that refuses to empower all of its members, regardless of gender, is a society doomed to weaken and eventually collapse.

Of course, there are many other factors at play, but if we were to focus solely on the role of women’s empowerment, this would be my perspective. As you can see, our views are nearly identical, Cheshka.♥️

I wish you a lovely day as well, my dear! ♥️

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Do you guys, do you like fruits basket? Do you?

I love it so much 💜 first manga I ever read and still my favorite!

I’ve been working on a digital art piece, my dad needed to print something as a test and told me to draw something, I had about 12 days 😅 that is a short deadline for a 36” by 24” digital artwork by a non digital artist haha! I do digital some but not much, and only little things! Anyway my first thought for what I’d want as a giant poster was of course Fruits Basket 🐭 🍙 🐱 so here it is!! (I did add more details after it was printed though, oopsie)

Look at my hand in front of it 🤯 I don’t think I’ve ever made art this big

[rjthirsty]

Ikemen Princess Prologue

Based off the otome game Ikemen Prince, I've created an AU where the princes are (mostly) female, and MC is male. Several character names have been changed to suit their new gender (notes will be provided), and lore has been altered to work with the new setting and my accompanying headcanons.

Words: 2k Tags: AU with Gender Changes, My First Long Fic, Chaptered, Scheduled Release A/N: You can find this and other chapters located on my ao3 account or on the Ikemen Princess Masterlist on my tumblr blog.

Chapter Seven: Belle

All other thoughts scattered out of my head as the enormity of what Suriyel was suggesting hit me. She was saying that I had been abducted and brought here in front of the royal family to judge them worthy of becoming the next ruler of Rhodolite.

ME?! You want ME to choose the next ruler?! I have enough trouble choosing what to eat for breakfast! Oh no, no no no. I can’t do this!

“But why me?!” I said a little louder and higher than I had intended, the tightness in my chest was spreading to my throat and I had to strain to even manage putting words together. “I mean– this is a decision that affects every single person in Rhodolite! Who am I to decide that?”

“I’m curious to know the answer to that myself,” Jean spoke up. “What was the deciding factor for you, Suriyel?”

“The way he slaps.” Suriyel responded happily.

“Haha! It was that good, huh?” Jean seemed to think that was an incredibly reasonable answer.

“You– um, saw that too? So you were at the festival, Suriyel.” I reached up and gave my cheek a nervous scratch, eyes downcast.

“I see you are insightful, too.” She beamed at me. “Yes, I have been searching the town for someone suitable to be the next Belle. When I saw the brilliant way you handled that scoundrel in place of Princess Chevalier– why, I was charmed on the spot.”

“You do realize I did that out of desperation, right?” I muttered.

“The more desperate a person is, the more they expose the truth of who they are. Your superb judgment, your decisiveness, and your refusal to give up on even a scoundrel all showed your impartiality, and your beautiful heart. There is no doubt that you are an exceptional person, more than worthy of the title of Belle.”

The more satisfied Suriyel sounded, the more uneasy I felt. I know they were compliments, but being praised for being violent with someone wasn’t exactly something I wanted to be pat on the back for.

“You caught my attention, and you should always take pride in that fact.” Suriyel gave my elbow a squeeze, adding weight to her words.

“Look… I’m really grateful you think so highly of me, but that doesn’t mean I’m qualified to choose–”

“You do realize if you turn Suriyel down, she might start crying?” Nokto sounded entirely too amused at that idea. I glanced up at the princess on the other side of the table.

“I’d kind of like to see that.” Candice grinned. “But we also don’t have much time.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means,” she continued, “we really need to be quick about choosing a new ruler, since the last king just up and died on us.”

So cold. Aren’t you his daughter? Hang on–

“Died?! Are you saying the king of Rhodolite is dead?”

“Princess Candice, that information is meant to be kept a secret from the people.” Suriyel’s tone dropped low in warning.

“Oopsie, how careless of me!” Candice giggled, that amusing glint was in her eyes again. “You can still go ahead and cry if you want.” She almost sounded like she was encouraging Suriyel to shed some tears.

Suriyel simply “hmph”ed in response.

I stared at Suriyel. She was a devil in black, a shadow that gave me the creeps, and here Candice just made her harrumph! I didn’t think anyone could get the better of her.

Maybe I should take some lessons from Candice...

“I suppose the truth has been revealed, then.”

“Why would you hide that from the people of Rhodolite? That’s a really big deal, and they deserve to know.” I couldn’t figure out a reason for a country to not be notified when their king passed.

Suriyel let out a soft, resigned sigh. She pressed a smile onto her lips that had a bitter edge to it, and gestured to the wall behind me. I turned to find it covered with a large map of Rhodolite and the kingdoms surrounding it.

“The kingdom of Rhodolite is a small nation, surrounded by three other nations. Benitoite is our ally, and Jade remains neutral, but we have worked to build relatively good relationships with both. However, Obsidian is a powerful nation, and they desire Rhodolite for their own. They keep a very close eye on us. I assume none of this is news to you.”

I had been nodding along. I knew the basic geography of our country and surrounding nations. “No, not really...”

“If news of His Majesty’s death spreads while the regime is so unstable, they may take advantage of the confusion and invade.”

“Oh!” I hadn’t even considered that war could start because our king passed away, but it was starting to make sense to me.

“In fact, when His Majesty first fell ill, they caught wind of that information from somewhere and invaded our borders. This resulted in our king’s own children to ride into battle themselves to repel the invasion in His Majesty’s place.”

I twisted to look over my shoulder at the young women and man at the table. I was easily the same age as some, younger than others, but the thought of having to head a battle against an enemy army sent shivers down my spine. I felt numb at imagining the weight they had to carry with their title of royalty.

“Do you understand what this means?” Suriyel gave me a moment to process my recent revelation.

I slowly turned back towards the table, then looked down at Suriyel. I could feel the weight of being the only commoner in Rhodolite who knew the king was dead, and that we might be on the cusp of another invasion, the knowledge was almost too much to bear.

“I won’t tell anyone that His Majesty has passed away.”

“That alone is not sufficient. There is one more thing I want you to say.”

“Look… Suriyel…”

I’m not worthy of this. I’m not ready. I didn’t even see the reason why it needed to be a secret, I don’t know the politics of Rhodolite.

“As Princess Candice mentioned, we must choose a new ruler urgently.”

You’ve got the wrong person. I can’t take on that responsibility.

“Your fate is already tied to the fate of the kingdom. You will accept the role of Belle, will you not?”

“Yeah, I get what you’re saying, it’s important to move quickly, but I think I need some–”

“Very well. Princess Leanne, Princess Chevalier, if you will recognize him as Belle, please raise your hand.”

“Erm–” I hadn’t finished speaking yet and Suriyel just cut me off. I was about to complain that I hadn’t agreed but before I could say another word, Chevalier’s hand lifted into the air.

“Uh–” I tried to protest again.

“That was quick, Queen Highness.” Nokto sounded as surprised as I was.

“I know you’re our leader, but should you really just be agreeing like that?” Lucinda set her tilted chair’s feet back on the ground as she leaned forward.

“I don’t care who becomes Belle. It is irrelevant to me.” Chevalier answered coldly.

“Wait, she’s your leader? You called her Queen–”

Suriyel cut through. Interrupted again. “The royal family is divided into two factions - one centered around Princess Leanne, the other centered around Princess Chevalier. One could say Princess Leanne’s faction favors domestic politics, while Princess Chevalier’s faction favors foreign politics.”

“Okay, that makes sense–”

“The opinion of the prince and other princesses generally converge along these two opposing viewpoints, so they often entrust the final votes to their leaders. As such, it is only necessary for Princess Chevalier and Princess Leanne to affirm you as Belle.”

“Yeah, okay, that’s all really interesting and I’m learning a lot, but–”

“Princess Leanne, what do you think?”

Suriyel wasn’t giving me space to finish a single thought. My jaw fell open slightly as I gave my hardest glare to the devil selling my future away. Everyone else’s eyes in the room turned expectantly towards Leanne.

[hanasnx]

ah that was a me oopsies i wasn’t thinking haha. i’ve been following your blog for a while i think maybe since last October maybe? just thought i’d drop by a little more because i check your blog often. like a daily newspaper tbh or really nightly to be real. originally i followed for the hayden content but the garrus and and other stuff is all enjoyable and entertaining. had me with the first long thing post you made about him, i don’t even remember what is was exactly now and i haven’t even played mass effect😭

anyways i’m glad you’re doing good, you probably need it with all your followers running a train on you<33

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last octoberrrr heyyyy what’s good. i love knowing how long ppl have followed me :) and that i’m a daily newspaper

i’m glad u like my content hayden or garrus or whatever <3 ik some ppl have been put off by my interest in garrus which is so funny to me bcos he’s not even the craziest character on my roster 🙂‍↔️ i’m an alien/monster fucker thru & thru. it especially flatters me that you enjoyed the post even without playing mass effect, and if you want i’d link some of my fave garrus romance youtube compilations. they’re what made me buy and play the game in the first place

i’m doing fine, my followers and i flirting with each other is just for fun :) well at least i think it’s fun

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gonna be a long ahh post

ill try to see if theres anything strange for all of them but i dont remember all alibis n circumstances etc im using the red truths + question arc tip screen oki thats all i have Well i have my liveblogs too but that doesnt seem useful. first ep didnt have red truths yet but im quite sure it had to have been natsuhi or maria so

this was natsuhi + krauss + eva + hideyoshi + rudolf + kyrie

rosas definitely weird in ep2 i very vividly recall her BEING in that chapel too but i could be misremembering that part. though beatrice was there

this whole ordeal was a little strange i wish i remembered who exactly witnessed her bcs i feel like it wasnt just natsuhi n servants... Kyrie definitely saw her yes? I dont know what to make of it. What a cute outfit though shes so cute

also these mentions on shannon n kanon ep2 descs Awh

kanons key or servant involvement seeing as none of the others were first 6

kanon n jessica couldve killed each other Why? Who knows But someone carried kanons body out

"no one is hiding (regarding jessicas room)" STop i wouldve said that too im just like him i cant diss his abilities anymore.

Oh but also "kanon was killed in this room" =/= "kanon was killed in this room at that time" Im thinking about the scene where he "reappears" again i think its been said theres no disguise stuff so maybe

am i confusing the scenes because "theres no corpse" What happened in the doctors room???? when they saw him come back and bury his fingers to that wound i wouldve said he mightve died at that moment but then whats with the corpse. Girl

i miss her so much shes so funny "You are incompetent" in red is crazy

Beato:(.......

rosa had the keys yeahhhhhh i dont exactly remember Why i thought she was weird at the time but it was probably her. She was running around w the rifle too Well thats all for ep2 anyway

wtf even was charumi3 that was evas time to shine yes

Its definitely dead

None of the six committed suicide! hmm the weird linked one i remember it Though. Isnt "The six died instantly" incorrect in kinzos case if he was already dead... Since its a separate statement it doesnt have to refer to those six yes?? So maybe one of them besides kinzo didnt die instantly... Like battler suggested w a chain murder or one person going around to make up the chained rooms

Then theyd have a key too... girl i dont remember what eva was doing at this time also

at that point eva was supposedly in her room w a headache while witch eva was killing them so yeah doesnt look great for eva That servant things still possible too + rosa might as well have killed maria though idk who killed rosa in that case

eva did not kill hideyoshi... servant thing still strong and also wtf was kyrie thinking here anyway might as well blame her n then say eva killed kyrie but i forgor where eva was here again oopsie

"No life forms other than humans have any connection to this game" seems like a witch denying phrase but ok i guess its not a life form then

Lol. Once again kinzo thing makes this not matter... Though there go all my servants dawg maybe that was only for first twilight then

that is worrying. Do you think kanon n shannons names being pseudonyms affects the red truth. "shannon is dead" What if shannon is the idea of her servitude to the family and she threw it away for some reason and that way theres a Sayo who is killing people and doesnt really break the truths "shannon is dead" OR "there are no more than 18 humans on this island" All that goes for kanon too im just pretending that i didnt spoil myself his real name haha. Well kanon even more so since they made him appear and all but that couldve been jessicas delusion too...

she used to have so much fun that beato...

also even if eva was confirmed to not be involved in nanjos death that doesnt negate she couldve done well.everything else heart

thought about "Because of your sin, people die." a lot yesterday... The part about it not being about or with beatrice is of course very confusing and weird But yeah i cant even guess except apparently hes the reason the game exists? Or at least the reason it goes on or more specifically "cause of the eternal torture between us"

I dont understand how it could be about anything else BUT beatrice but ok. Maybe he was mean to maria like ange. But maria was literally 3 years old at that point... I guess he left the family 6 years ago but im having a terrible time trying to understand whats wrong with that really I guess asumu isnt blood related to him afterall but it cant be this great big sin beefing with rudolf u know. Id think his comebacks the reason the cerenomy was seen fit to be carried out (thinking about the amount of people) but angie wouldve normally been there instead of him anyway so the amount of people is the same and its over 14 anyway (13 sacrifices + whoevers imitating the epitaph) so i dont really understand blinks

i like when he goes Ah ngagh nnnghhh aaghh...!!! this vn loves to make people roar also They do it all the time. battler n beato do it the most but eva and many others always roaring too

also??? according to the wiki they didnt use red truth at all in ep3 until this point thats crazy i guess beato really WAS more careful about it

oh ange i miss u

i cant even tell what the first ones about theres no game record in ep4 tips how annoying <- doesnt remember at all what happened. Well ange was there uhh.

nvm its definitely about this one. I seriously remember nothing there was so much ange ange ange it was all eyes on ange.... I might reread my liveblogs

OH YEAH it was ppl supposedly witnessing kinzo killing everyone. Although uh "all ... acknowledged the presence of kinzo" Thats very different from "kinzo was there n killed everyone"... It couldve been in spirit or even if his corpse was there. Also last ones crazy u can just change that well i guess they were counting a corpse then

thats crazy confusing combined with knoxs rule about no accidents... what is left...

STOP. THERE GO BOTH OF MY SUSPECTS STOP IT

none of these negate kanon n rosa culprit yeah?

omfg wtf theres an image limit let me do the rest in another post

[cloudbattrolls]

It's Too Cliché

Crista Condyl | A Remote Beach | Present Night

Crista brooded over their coffee cup. Well. They sulked, more like, but let them have this. They deserved it. They needed it.

The wizard leaned back in the old but comfortable recliner. They were currently in a little rentable beach cottage they liked to return to when they could, since it was often empty. 

If it wasn’t when they got there, they could activate their ward on the place that made whoever was there pack their things and get going in a hurry, manifesting an illusion of whatever problem with the hive would get them going fastest by using their subconscious fears as a base. 

The little wooden building wasn’t the nicest place - hence why it was often empty - and yet another draft came whistling through the poorly insulated walls, but a few wards for warmth and protection made it safe and comfortable enough. They couldn’t do too much - didn’t want to attract attention from any other passing magic users, even if the chance was low. 

Or worse and much more likely, undead. 

Ghosts were easily kept out, but a horde of zombies was a slightly bigger issue.

They sighed, taking a sip of the hot beverage, just having poured it from the place’s coffeemaker. The blend was good, at least; they’d bought it with money from their last job. Nice and smooth, with tones of hazelnut.

Often they liked tea, but right now? Right now was a coffee moment, for sure and absolute certain. The heels of their lavender boots drummed against the floor as they considered their situation.

Two! Two crazy…attachments!

As if one wasn’t enough. At least the first one could just be put down to Catill being unfairly gorgeous and talented. Who wouldn’t be a bit smitten with a woman that impressive and a little frightening to boot?

But there was no way to explain away Kormut as anything but. That. 

Pale feelings. 

Ugh.

A blueblood! A ruddy blueblood of all things! Didn’t that cap it all. Granted, he was hardly typical…but still. He’d far outlive them. They could hardly go out together without getting looks for what a ridiculous caste gap there was.

Even thinking about that was crazy! Kormut probably didn’t see them that way at all. What a silly thought. They’d look so stupid if they told him how they felt.

‘Oh hello, Kormut dear, I’ve fallen in pale with you. Want to go out for dinner? Presuming we can get you to a restaurant without major injury or the food all spoiling on arrival.’

He’d be nice about it, but probably confused, trying to let them down gently. Ughhh, so awkward! 

Catill…

She’d made that little world for them, hadn’t she? Such a beautiful place…so well done, so well lit and that gorgeous sky, the detail on those lanterns…had she really meant it as…?

If she had - oh gods, what were they supposed to do? Try to impress her again? What if it failed? What if they were assuming too much?

Well. If they had, they’d just…laugh it off! That’s right. Everything could be laughed off. Haha, whoops, I thought you might be flush-flirting! With me! Haha, that’s sure a funny mistake I made, oopsie daisy, my bad. Please don’t rot my brain.

But if they were right…

Catill. Gathering mushrooms. Casting a spell. Moonlight shining pink and green on her white hair. That tiny little curled part of her horns that seemed so delicate. The way her face looked when she teased them…they wanted a closer view of that expression.

Crista coughed on their drink, hot brown liquid dousing the back of their throat and arcing back into their warm cream mug patterned with daisies.

Women, perpetually their undoing. 

Well, in for beetle, in for a caeger. Even if they were imagining things, might as well have fun, right? Plus, they had an idea…

They finished off their coffee and decided to retire for the night, but they knew what they’d do next evening, right after breakfast.

—

“Oh, boo.” They complained, down on their hands and knees among the beach’s rocks and tide pools, the damp sand clinging to their bare skin and clothes. “There has to be some somewhere! Right? Surely everyone didn’t take it all already…”

They squinted through their glasses, which were after all supposed to help with their farsightedness, and which they suspected might need a prescription update sometime, since they had neglected it for…almost a sweep. 

Of course, it couldn’t be anywhere that used an imperial database. That was the bother of it, and of so many other things. 

Oh, sure, they had fake IDs and the like, they could fog a mind or two…but you never knew what sort of mind readers, empaths, or nullifiers such a place might have on staff. They had a good read on magical energy, but their own psi being so weak, they weren’t much good at sniffing out how powerful someone else might be on that way.

“What are you looking for, fellow?”

They looked up, ears flicking in alarm as they startled from the sudden voice.

Oh, that was a tall oliveblood. 

They didn’t know greens got that gangly - well, gangly wasn’t the right word, this person was stouter and curvier than that. 

They had a nice voice, too, fairly deep and mellow, and their hair was…red, huh. Dyed, clearly, they could see the black roots, but red nonetheless. 

They also wore sunglasses, even though it was a cloudy night.

Well, whatever. Some people had things to hide, other trolls just liked the aesthetic, silly as it looked.

“Sea glass, seen any?” Crista saw no reason to lie; this person didn’t seem aggressive. 

Not yet, anyway. 

“Hmm, no, sorry.” They genuinely sounded a bit apologetic. “What do you need it for?”

“Uh.” They paused. “I want to make a sort of…miniature fountain thing…for a friend. I thought pieces of it would be good decoration, nice for lights to shine through.”

The midblood put a hand - with red claw polish - to their mouth as they laughed delightedly.

“Sweet thing to do! I’ll help you look if you do me a favor; you haven’t seen any trolls with jade pins around here, have you? Ones shaped like crowns?”

Crista shuddered. “Absolutely not, and if I had I’d scarper. Don’t ever want to tangle with those…people.” The rust said, with the clear impression that they would have happily used a different and far more negative noun.

“Smart! Now this one’s stranger, but bear with me; how about mannequins? Any clothes mannequins in places they shouldn’t be?”

Crista startled. “Thought that was just some urban legend rubbish. You’re telling me it’s true?”

“Not sure yet.” The tall troll said casually. “So you haven’t?”

“I’ve seen one from a distance in the woods one time…I thought it was just a prank.” They admitted.

“Maybe so.” Replied the olive amicably. “Either way, thanks. So where do you want me to look?”

“Uh.” Crista was surprised the olive was holding up their end of the deal, and blinked a few times. 

“Er, over at the other end of the beach would be helpful, I haven’t looked down there yet. Um, thanks.” They added as they gestured with a pointer finger, somewhat awkward but sincere.

“It’s nothing.” Said the green, laughing again as they turned and walked the other way down the strip of sand. 

Crista realized the troll hadn’t given their name, but well, they hadn’t given theirs either. Not that the carefree midblood seemed too fussed either way.

They kept looking, but only found a few small pieces, and sighed. At least they’d picked up a half-dozen nice shells, too…they brushed the sand off their hands and stuck them into the cold sea for a few moments, then shook them off.

The olive came back with - with - heavens, how had they possibly found that much? Sea glass of multiple colors glimmered in their hands, easily over a dozen pieces of it. 

“Wh -“ Crista sputtered, honestly a little jealous, adjusting their glasses to make sure they were seeing correctly. “How? Are you psychic? What’s your secret?”

The midblood laughed again. “Nothing very dramatic, I promise.” 

They handed it over, the smooth pieces pouring out of their darker-skinned hands into Crista’s pale ones as the maroon blinked in disbelief. The wizard put them in their sylladex with the others, noting that the other troll hadn’t answered their question. 

Definitely a strange one…but they supposed they shouldn’t question someone who had helped them for the low price of answering two questions.

The olive nodded cheerfully, then turned and began to walk away. Crista watched them go…then called out.

“Wait, I…what IS your name?”

“Djimin.” Said the troll easily. 

“Thank you, Djimin.”

They tipped their head with a fond smile, and then walked away further, vanishing from the maroon’s sight.

Crista looked up at the moons, the pink one a mere sliver, the green one soft and gibbous. 

Moonlight on white hair. Moonlight on water. Moonlight streaming through glass, as if it were a current unto its own, particle and wave and liquid all at once.

They hoped their idea would be enough.

—

Keeping the water starry had stumped them for a hot minute, but what did any wizard worth their salt do? Cheat. 

In this case, enchant the water to draw a reflection from water on whatever part of the planet was currently experiencing nighttime.

Said water flowed from a pot Catill herself had made from the clay they’d found and shared with her, looping up and back down into it in an infinite spiral. 

When she’d given it to them, it had been the first time their face had warmed because of the yellowblood…

Ack! So sappy. Why did she do this to them? 

Well. That wasn’t exactly a mystery…she was everything a witch should be. Powerful. Ruthless. Imperious. 

Beautiful.

Kind to them. Even though she was so much stronger. 

Crista looked at their own rippling reflection in the water. Not bad. Not amazing, either. So-so, but it was amazing what a little confidence and some magical talent did for you…

Among ordinary trolls. For her, it would require more.

They swallowed a sip of ordinary water from a glass, then prepared to speak the final spell to complete the piece they had planned. It didn’t do to go dry-mouthed in the middle of an incantation.

Everything was laid out on the worn wooden table in front of them, the old brown thing a bit rotted and worn by the sweeps and salt air. But it still held, and would for a while longer.

They looked at the page they had written it on, at the sea glass carefully placed in the appropriate sections of a magical array. Their maroon eyes wandered over the shells they had gathered, and the crystallized mana they had borrowed - from Catill - to aid in this spell and make sure they wouldn’t pass out after casting it.

Crista had even cleansed themself with saltwater beforehand, and said a quiet prayer to the spirits they hoped were listening.

One night they’d hear them again. Right?

“O éiríonn uiscí agus fite fuaite le chéile, ag éirí mar ghloine go scarann ​​tú arís…”

Gaelige. Of all the languages they knew - though many only in bits and pieces - it felt right for this spell. These were the words of making.

Words through which magic flowed, pouring through reality to mingle with the mundane and elevate it to so much more.

As they spoke, the simple clay container unfolded into a miniature fountain. It became three-tiered, decorated with small leaping cats and perching parrots, the baked earth turning a rich golden yellow.

The sea glass all melded together and adhered to it in decorative engravings in its many shimmering blues and greens, delicately accenting the animals’ eyes, along with the tips of their fur and feathers. The shell covered the edges of the tiers, in soft pearlescent and striped-brown hues.

The water itself could turn to starry glass with a simple command, capturing the constellation that its water reflected at the time. Yet it could also be returned to the flow and become its native shape again.

If someone who so happened to be skilled with light shined their power through the liquid…

It would radiate like a galaxy.

Crista breathed heavily, sweating with effort despite their preparations. Oh…that had taken…

They sat down heavily on the old recliner again. They could stay awake, but only barely.

Perhaps Catill would have to wait a little longer, just a bit…but what a present they’d have for her.

Something made by - and at its best with - both their talents.

Magic was better when shared, after all.