#honestly there are too many loose cannons in this school

[haboshimairo]

So I’ve been trying to draw almost every day now, I haven’t been doing a lot in years and I mean years.

My art hasn’t progressed much in those years either and I was someone who drew pretty much every day, but like most people life started to get in the way.

But thanks to Tokyo debunker I have inspiration to actually make a new OC, and to re-deep dive back into fandom life after a long while.

And in true tdb character fashion her hair is a pain to draw on angles, or in general. lol. I don’t know if I should write her lore out here and how I wanted to make her fit into the plot I mean I could write fan fiction for her, and I have well kinda. Though trying to work her in without bring to much change hasn’t been too hard but man keeping characters true and trying to figure out how they could have been before the clash has been a tad tricky. (Especially when you add love interest into it all) I don’t think they where too different but as we all have had hints 11 third years in there first year some in different houses and how there dynamic changed because of drama surrounding them and then the clash (this is all without Edward being added into the frae btw if I did there be 12) means there is a lot to work with and a lot to mess up on.

Also why are there so many third years there’s more third years then second and first years combine, it kinda crazy to think this many survived summoning high ranking demons around the same time. (Maybe not a coincidence)

Anywho…

I guess I’ll just dump her name and it’s meaning

Mairo (Mai) Haboshi

So if I did my research right with one version of the kanji used in her first name would make the meaning be….

(Mai-ro)Thousands-Color,

Her last name(surname)

(Ha-boshi) Winged/feather-star

If I’m wrong then I do apologize, but I did find these through a websites where you can find out what actually names mean and the different kanji you can use in the name, and also find Japanese last name to used. Not saying it’s correct as I don’t speak Japanese but it seemed pretty decent in terms of what it offered.

So if I did this right her name should kinda mean

A thousand colorful shooting stars

As I’m interpreting “winged star” as a shooting star or I guess it could also mean a comet but I’m using star as it works with what I want her character to be like.

Thanks for reading my late night rants and humouring my art and OC. Maybe I’ll write out her bio next who knows.

[prapaiwife]

I saw a tiktok of this person saying that tongrak's trauma isn't in any gravely danger so they don't feel the importance towards it. And I strongly disagree because trauma doesn't just have one face that comes in so many different ways for so many people. Tongrak in the latest episode as we saw has text messages with his dad going back as much as 4 years ago where we see that he sends him money. But you noticed every time he sent him money that his dad never once replied but the messages are always seen that alone sends him into a panic attack. If you can't text your parents without feeling a sense of discomfort and just fearing for your life that's not okay. Again his father literally just made the message be seen too tongrak which goes to show he doesn't even have to say much about his presence over the phone and in person it's just as intimidating and scary to him as he was when he was younger. This is the same man who hit him over the head with an alcohol bottle because he was crying too loud. He didn't apologize couldn't care less that his son was bleeding out on the floor because of his actions. He saw his dad emotionally and mentally abuse his mom taking her money that she did throw at him because she was begging him to stay to take care of her and the kids his kids!! She has told him they were a gift that he gave to her she says this to frame his thinking differently. That he needs to be around and be a father but he never kept up with it he could probably honestly care less about his own children. But now seeing the heights that his son is at in his career the money is coming in at a rate that he possibly cannot miss. What he's doing with his daughter right now is very emotionally taxing and abusive. He's hanging around his niece's School popping up whenever he wants to literally being a threat knowing so that his daughter does not want him in any involvement in her niece's life. Him popping up periodically as he does is very scary because they don't know what he will do he is a loose cannon and he will do anything as we see in the episode coming up for next week. He's going to take money from prin probably doubling more than what his own son gave him but he doesn't care. I think tongrak's trauma is very valid I don't see how it's underwhelming? Or just not taking in a serious matter for the story purposes when I feel like it has been and especially with these next three episodes I think it's going to get even more intense but that's just my opinion on that.

[wastemanjohn]

helloooo bottom!john truther and enjoyer and apologist and whatnot here. can we please please please get john fucked on his hands and knees by another hunter in exchange for information/weapons/help on a hunt? (extra extra love if dean or sam is aware of it & has to keep their mouth shut but feels TERRIBLE)

Thanks for the prompt Angel, I loved this idea. I wrote this very quickly so I hope it's alright!

cw: extremely dubious consent, pretend sam's already 18, nsft

Most kids Sam's age are at parties tonight. Celebrating the start of spring break, trashing the houses of unsuspecting parents and throwing up on each other's shoes. You know, normal stuff.

Sam? Sam barely set foot out of the school gate before Dad was upon him, ushering him into his truck, spewing precious few, undetailed words about some urgent job down south, Dean already on the way, everything so urgent - and yeah, it's not like Sam has ever been invited to one of those parties. Honestly, nothing about them even sounds appealing. But just for once, for once, he'd give anything to be at one of them. To be somewhere normal, doing something normal. Anything that's not sitting in Dad's truck with hair metal thrumming low on the radio, waiting in some low-lit motel parking lot for Dad to do some shady sounding business with some shady sounding sounding hunter. Something about silver bullets. Something about best quality, last minute, no one else holding. And something - something off.

Dad's been gone a while. He said he'd be a few minutes, but that could be hours in Dadspeak, because he never says what he means - and it's just one of the many big and small resentments snowballing in Sam's head with all the others that made a home there during the six hour drive down here. Dad's inability to keep one radio station on for more than two minutes. Dad's little pop quizzes on various monsters, with no sign of him actually telling Sam what they're hunting right now, because that would make too much sense. Dad's too-fast driving, his chain smoking, and the car stinks, Sam's hair stinks, even with the windows right down - and Sam sits in the passengers' seat, he waits for Dad, he's always waiting around for Dad, and he's trying to read a book, trying to pass the time, but his eyes are strained in the low light and his mind just won't focus and he keeps getting distracted. He absently watches the neon signs for air conditioning and cable TV flicker, hears their low buzz. There's a sad, wilted palm tree outside the reception. The door is open, leaving a cutting rectangle of grainy light on the ground, and somewhere, someone is shouting, because in motels, someone is always somewhere, shouting.

And this feeling growing like mould in the bottom of Sam's gut, this weird feeling that's starting to supersede that constant feeling of unfair-unjust that lives in Sam like blood; this feeling that his common sense tells him is stupid. But his intuition disagrees, it's kicking up a fuss, and he hasn't been able to settle since Dad got out of the car.

Because maybe there was something off about Dad's energy that fizzled with those weary neon lights; and Dad still didn't say much, and Sam still can't read the man's mind, but you don't live for eighteen years close enough to rub up against each others last nerve without learning how to spot when something might be wrong. And theres always something wrong with Dad - he's sour faced and miserable, the cause of that changes day by day - but he'd been so insistent. You don't leave this car, Sammy, okay? This guy's a loose cannon. I don't want him to see you.

Sam had snorted, and Dad had looked at him with resigned contempt; but it had faded quickly, and there'd been that something Sam couldn't put his finger on as Dad had got out of the car. Something about the way he didn't look to check Sam was obeying, something stilted in his footsteps. Something that made Sam log the path he took across the parking lot, register the room number he knocked on. The door had opened, and Dad had gone inside, but it had closed so quickly that Sam hadn't been able to see the guy. The loose cannon.

Sam didn't bother asking to go with anyway, because Dad would have said no. He didn't feel much like arguing and insisting at the time, because he was pissed about the quizzing-smoking-Dadness of the entire miserable journey up here. But the longer Dad doesn't come out, that something-weird-not-right feeling gets bigger.  Loose cannon could mean anything, absolutely anything. I don't want him to see you - that phrase is really gaining traction in Sam's head. Why not? And what the hell is taking so long?

The thing is, Sam knows some hunters aren't - well - right. He knows it from the things Dean tells him with dark glee, from the way Bobby has warned him to trust anyone in this life very, very cautiously. Dad has always told him not to trust anyone at all, but Dad is paranoid and thinks in extremes, and Sam never listens to him all that much.

As time rolls on, right now increasingly becomes no different.

There's a pistol in the glove compartment. He conceals it at the small of his back, and glances around like he's being watched as he gets out of the car.

He's worried. He's only a little worried, because Dad's only been gone a little longer than reasonable, and this is stupid anyway; and Sam's only a little worried because Sam's not letting himself be scared, Dad's fine, he's always fine, and Sam is not letting images of Dad stabbed or shot by one of these not-right, untrustworthy loose-cannon hunters flood his mind until he's sick with panic - and he moves quietly but quickly across the parking lot, takes the path Dad had followed, expecting him to emerge from that quick-open-shut door any moment and chew Sam out for disobeying a direct order. Sam would welcome it. He'd let Dad smoke and fidget as much as he wanted for the rest of the journey, he wouldn't bitch about it once, he'd sit shotgun and he'd be the best, most obedient kid in the world, whether Dad deserved that or not. So long as Dad was okay, so long as Sam knew he was safe.

He stops outside the door, dead of night quiet; he can't hear anything from inside. His heart beats out strange rhythms. He's sure this is the right room. The curtains are drawn over windows bordered by flecks of mould. They're ill fitting, don't quite come down all the way.

Sam swallows. There's a tremor in his hands. Maybe Dad and this guy went elsewhere. Maybe Dad's slumped over the bed with a knife in his back, on the floor with his brains all over the wall. Or maybe Sam has just got the wrong room. Only one way to be sure.

He draws a breath, cool-spring night air. Touches the concealed pistol for comfort as he crouches down to peer beneath the crack in the curtains. Braces himself for what he might see, all the awful things he's gone from avoiding truly considering to entirely convinced of.

His heart rate kicks up faster. Then stops. He can't see everything through the crack beneath the curtains. He can see more than enough.

He can see an unmade bed with holes in the frame. He can see Dad on that bed, on his hands and knees. He can see two hands on Dad's bare hips, his jeans hanging loose halfway down his thighs, open belt swinging in rhythm with - oh, god.

The curtain cuts the guy off at the waist. He's much the same - clothes only off as much as convenience requires - but Sam can see enough thigh, enough hip, to know that he's younger, possibly much closer to Sam's age than Dad's. Sam doesn't know why that makes it worse, but it does.

His hand quivers around the gun. He's frozen with shock, with this innate gut-deep disgust at seeing his father being, doing... and with anger too, at Dad, for giving Sam some sinister, hard to decipher warning to keep him away so he could apparently get his fucking rocks off. With a guy. A younger guy. And on the job as well - but then again, that doesn't really sound like Dad.

And maybe getting angry is easier than considering what's in front of him, because the longer Sam stands there, frozen, disgust, what-the-fuck - the more weird this gets.

Dad is - Dad's very still. Rigid, unnerving still. His back is slightly arched, and his hands are flat on the mattress, bunching the sheets between fingers that are bloodless at the knuckles. His face - god, Sam doesn't want to look at his face, not right now, not for this - but Dad is - well, clearly not enjoying himself. His eyes are open, focused on the wall ahead like he's zoned out. His nostrils are flaring faintly. His mouth is in a tight line, somewhere between a grimace and a fixed wince. He looks - irritated, is the closest Sam can come to describing it. Impatient.

His body moves like it's weightless with the force of the hunter's thrusts. His - and Sam doesn't mean to look, but it's kinda hard not to see - Dad's dick is soft. Hanging limp and sad between his legs.

Sam's guts twist, shooting bile to the back of his throat. Fuck, no kid wants to see that. Sam could've gone his whole life without ever knowing what that looked like, what any of this looked like. Without having to consider, with his bones locked together, what he might be seeing.

The guy looks not only younger, but smaller. There's no gun to Dad's head, no knife to his throat. If Dad didn't want to be there - exactly there - well. This guy would be the one bleeding out with a knife on his back. Then why does Dad look - well - like that?

Unless he's being threatened in some other way. Unless Sam is standing here gawping while Dad's in genuine danger, not knowing what the fuck to do. He feels paralyzed, and utterly confused.

Sam's eyes stray to the guy's nightstand. There's a bag there, a brown, straw-like bag with a pattern Sam recognizes. The bags silver bullets sometimes come in, which is all Sam knows, they sometimes come like that, because he doesn't think much about where they do come from. He'd forgotten all about the bullets.

Next to it, Dad's gun.

A disembodied hand comes down on the back of his father's neck, a fierce grip. Dad's brow knits. And for all Sam couldn't hear anything through the door, he's certain he can hear everything now. Grunts, pants. Loud, like they're exaggerated; and as that hand pushes Dad's face into the mattress, Sam definitely hears the slap to Dad's ass, even more clearly than he sees it. Dad flinches, and Sam feels very glad that he can't see his expression anymore.

His thighs are starting to shake from crouching, but he's shaking anyway. There's a cold layer of sweat breaking out on his skin. He watches those faceless hips stutter, then slam to a stop. Sam can see the disgust shudder through Dad's body. He feels it in his own.

For a moment, nothing happens. No one moves. Sam becomes aware that he's stopped breathing, maybe a while ago.

The guy, the loose cannon, the hunter Dad was nervous about, pulls - he pulls out of Dad. Dad doesn't move. Sam watches half a strange arm reach out, grab the bag on the nightstand. He watches as the guy throws it onto the mattress, watches it land an inch from Dad's face.

Dad flinches again. And then, with slow, creeping horror, Sam thinks he might understand.

That bile-rush returns, burns the back of his throat. There's a part of Sam that would like to believe Dad would never be that desperate, that he'd never - do this, let someone do this - just for fucking supplies. But then again, Dad is Dad. The job comes before everything, and it gets done. No matter the cost.

He thinks about how many times he's seen that specific bag among their possessions. Wonders if - if every time - if Dad has done this every single time...

Sam's knees feel rubbery. He watches the guy get off the bed, leaving Dad on the mattress alone.

Dad doesn't move for a while. Sam stays frozen with him, until finally, he uprights himself onto his knees, slow, heavy, baring his teeth like it hurts. And it must.

It's that thought that spurs Sam to get out of there. His quiet-fast walk back to the truck is unsteady, and his head pulsates in rhythm with his stomach, and it's all he can do not to throw up. His thoughts feel jumbled, his head all over the place. But Sam can at least feel pretty strongly that if he ever finds out who this guy is, he'll kill him. Slowly. Excruciating.

It's rage he can't do much about. He can't exactly express it to Dad, humiliate him like that, because if getting fucked for goddamn bullets isn't bad enough, the thought that his son saw the entire thing, stayed to watch what the hell is wrong with Sam he feels dirty and sick, will no doubt kill him. So Sam cans that rage inside of him, saves it for another day. It'll come out the next time a jock thinks he's an easy target, or during a fight about something unrelated. Although, right now, Sam kind of feels like he can never bring himself to fight with Dad ever again.

He waits for Dad in the passengers seat like he hadn't moved at all. His fingers tremble around the corners of his book. Those lights keep on hissing, hissing.

I don't want him to see you. What had that meant?

Sam thinks he might know.

He wishes he could wipe his memory. He wishes he wouldn't keep thinking about it. He wishes Dean was here.

Dad comes back a short while later. He goes to the trunk first - storing that bag, Sam assumes, the bag that guy had fucking thrown at him - before getting back into the car.

Sam closes his book. Dad reaches for his cigarette on the dashboard. His fingers are unsteady when he lights up. He doesn't say a word, which isn't unusual, because Dad never says much; he smells like Dean does sometimes when he stumbles in at 4am. A hint of something else, something like shame; but Sam's imagining that. Shame doesn't have a smell.

Sam watches him, doesn't quite meet his eyes. He feels out of his depth and very, very young. "Are you okay, Dad?"

He asks it casually, in too small a voice. Dad grunts, non-committal, equally casual. "Let's go find your brother."

Sam nods. It's the best idea he's ever heard. And maybe Dad throws him a glance, a confused glance, at the complete absence of Sam's attitude; but maybe he doesn't acknowledge it, because it's easier for them both if Dad acts like he doesn't suspect a thing.

But the job comes first, so Dad starts the car. That smell lingers.

[daphdarling]

Helloo! Could I get a haikyuu match up?

I'm 5'4, 49 kgs, hazel brownish eyes, friends say I've got fox or cat eyes.. I have a septum piercing and few ear piercings.. Have my hair dyed like 2 streaks blonde.. Have medium length hair. I like piercings, tattoos, hairdye..

I'm an ENFP, Libra.. I'm a total extrovert like I could go up and talk to strangers and I do the ordering food in hangouts. But I also like my alone time.. I enjoy staying in my room alone and I can cope with boredom. I'm used to being bored.. I'm pretty lazy but I don't let my place get messy.. I put everything back in it's place as soon as I finish using it cause I'd rather do that than mess up the place as misplace something. A tiny bit of OCD you could say? But with heavy laziness lol.. I'm also really laid-back and care-free.. My friends can talk to me about literally ANYTHING and I wouldn't mind I would engage in that convo no matter how unhinged. I'm a huge yapper but I'm really good at listening too.. People open up to me pretty fast and rant about stuff even if we just met. I am a therapist friend too. Some of my friends said I look scary when they first met me but I'm completely opposite once you know me. I'd say I'm an orange cat honestly.. I like parties.. I'd go out anytime. And about my laid-back personality, I mean I don't really think about the future or past much.. I mostly think of the present and whatever happens, happens.. I'm a go-with-the-flow kinda girl. I am pretty athletic too.. Did many sports in school.. I workout quite a bit.. I have hobbies but I don't always do them.. Mostly laze around. My hobbies are gaming, cooking,dance, music, watching anime/yt/shows, working out and whenever random hobbies come too..the type of games I play is like genshin impact and all but I'm open to any type of game..I like horror too I don't flinch or get scared..I rather judge them for some reason. I hate cleaning and doing chores but I do my own things. I'm not very hardworking or anything.. I just do enough.. I wanna have my own place one day and have pets.. I've always wanted a pet since like I could talk or something but never got one.. I also like dressing up.. Fashion is big for me. My style is quite a mix.. Street wear, acubi, casual and like dresses for occasions.. I'm not that huge on makeup and I'm usually bare face..lip balm/gloss and eyeliner is my go to if I'm doing make up..I do skincare too. I would yap away about myself but I dunno what more to say rn sooo... Yeah. I think for me for someone as my partner, they need to be able to handle me and my yapping and I'm always gonna be there for them. Oh and communication is key for me in every relationship no matter friends, family, partner. I'm very stubborn and don't even listen to my parents..I'm really independent too but I wouldn't reject help if I needed it..I don't like people who are really possessive or jealous or controlling.. I'm someone who if you show a girl's photo, I'd be simping over her with you and not get jealous that your looking at others. So I'd want someone a bit similar to me I'd say.. I'm pretty stable mentally I'd say... Of course I have times I go down but I've always come out of it by myself so I'd wanna be alone during those times but also company wouldn't be bad. I'm not too much of an overthinker either.. A bit at times.

I'm not sure what more I should give I could yap way more bout every detail too.. I'm not used to sending reqs for matchups 😅 ty for doing this tho! Hope you have a nice day/night ahead!

YOUR MATCHUP IS…

KENTARŌ KYŌTANI!!!

Personality Match:

Kyoutani, known for his fierce and intense personality, is someone who’s direct, blunt, and at times, a bit aggressive. He can be a loose cannon in moments of stress, but there’s also a softer side to him, especially with those he cares about. He’s passionate and loyal, and while his fiery nature might be a bit much at first, it could complement your energetic, carefree, and spontaneous vibe. You both share a similar "do what I want" approach to life, which could make for a dynamic connection. Your outgoing personality and tendency to speak your mind would definitely resonate with his directness, and you’d probably find his intensity exciting.

Romantic Connection:

Mad Dog is intense and passionate, which might add a thrilling dynamic to a relationship. He’s not possessive or controlling, which fits well with your preference for independence and freedom. He’d respect your space when you need it and wouldn't push boundaries, but he’d also challenge you in a way that keeps things interesting. Kyoutani may not be the most expressive person, but his actions show how much he cares, and he’d appreciate your straightforward communication. Together, you’d find a balance of intensity and relaxation, with plenty of moments where you can both enjoy each other’s company without feeling overwhelmed.

Hobbies and Activities:

You both enjoy being active, so Kyoutani’s love for volleyball would align with your athletic side. His more intense, high-energy personality would complement your love for working out and staying active. While your interests in gaming, cooking, or dancing might not directly align with his, he’d appreciate your hobbies and might even give them a try if it means spending time with you. He’s a guy who loves action, and your spontaneous nature would probably get him involved in more activities, whether it’s trying new things together or pushing each other in physical challenges. Kyoutani’s energy could turn even a chill day into something more exciting.

Looks and Vibes:

Kyoutani has an intense, sharp look with his messy hair and serious expression, which could contrast well with your laid-back style. Your piercings, blonde streaks, and casual streetwear give off a cool, effortless vibe, which pairs nicely with his edgy "bad boy" aesthetic. Together, you’d both have a strong presence, though in different ways. You’re more spontaneous and carefree in how you express yourself, while he carries a more intense edge, which would make you both stand out without trying too hard.

Final Thoughts:

Mad Dog would bring a lot of energy, excitement, and intensity to the relationship, which would mesh well with your spontaneous, go-with-the-flow nature. He’s loyal, straightforward, and would support you while giving you the space to be yourself. You’d complement each other by balancing his intensity with your laid-back vibe, creating a dynamic where both of you feel comfortable and challenged in different ways. Overall, the connection would be adventurous and full of growth, with plenty of fun moments and mutual respect.

[findingjoynweirdstuff]

Dream SMP Recap (July 9/2021) - NotDream SMP

Ponk comes to Foolish with a special request.

Tommy and Tubbo work on Tommy’s house and a strange new visitor arrives on the server.

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VOD LINKS:

Ponk

Foolish

Tommyinnit

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- Ponk works on the Boom Station and places down signs with instructions along the corridor

- Foolish examines the damage Drista’s pig squad did in Kinoko Kingdom and repairs it

- Ponk calls Foolish as the evil version of himself. Ponk arrives there

- They walk and talk to the tree house, and Ponk breaks some news

Ponk: “You see...I am but a humble servant of this poor world, and you’re a god. Right? Loosely? Well, your godliness is pretty cool, you know? And me being a humble wanderer of this cruel world...it is not my place to take a king’s life, Foolish.”

...

Ponk: “How many kings do you know, Foolish? How many kings?”

Foolish: “I don’t know, is this a trick question?”

Ponk: “I’m pretty sure you know two, alright?”

Foolish: “Wait, who’s the second one?”

Ponk: “Eret and...Sam. You know Sam’s king of the creepers. He wears a crown on his head, do you know that? Apparently he is.”

...

Ponk: “But Foolish...if it comes, a time and a place, would you do that for me? Would you take Sam’s life, yes or no Foolish?”

Foolish: “Well, is there like a good reason for it?”

- Ponk says he’s said enough and goes back down, saying he can get other friends to do it

Foolish: “Is this for the arm? You wanna kill him for the arm? I thought you and Sam were like, best buddies.”

Ponk: “...Best buddies?! BUDDIES?! Are you mad? Are you mad?!”

Ponk: “Foolish, Foolish, if I ripped off your arm and killed you -- he killed me, Foolish! He killed me!”

Foolish: “Oh...did you have it coming?”

Ponk: “I DID NOT HAVE IT COMING, FOOLISH! I DIDN’T! You know what I did? You know what I did, Foolish? I -- it wasn’t even -- ugh, and he did that to prove a point! Now I’m doing this to prove a point, and apparently my point isn’t gonna be proven because you’re not a good friend, Foolish.”

Foolish: “Woah, well don’t you think that’s a lot to ask for? Hey, good friend, let’s go murder someone.”

Ponk: “Well, Foolish, look. You’re not murdering them. You are simply a tool in this revenge plot, Foolish, okay?”

Foolish: “So what would I be doing?”

Ponk: “You’ll have to press a button or swing a sword, Foolish. That is all.”

Foolish: “Press a button or swing a sword.”

- Foolish doesn’t think that sounds too hard. Ponk leads him to the barn

Ponk: “Look, Foolish. Everything will be laid out for you, okay? Everything. Alright? You’ll just have to be there. You’ll have to be there and be square, okay? You know who built this? Come this way, you know who built this?”

Foolish: “Alyssa?”

Ponk: “You know, Alyssa was a good friend of mine. She would have done this for me without asking any questions.”

- They’ve been through so much together, as Batman and Robin, as Holmes and Watson...so if Foolish wants the duo to carry on, he’ll have to help Ponk seek his revenge

- Ponk can’t swing a sword nowadays. She tells Foolish he doesn’t have to help her if she doesn’t want to, but at least he must witness it

Ponk: “We need a witness to prove to the world that this happened, okay? Someone has to write it down in history.”

Foolish: “Do you still -- another question. Do you still have plans for that one thing? On what you want to do with it?”

Ponk: “Foolish, Foolish, Foolish, you see...a good plan comes together, alright? And a good plan master never reveals his plan. It’s all about playing six-dimensional chess. I am ten seconds -- ten seconds ahead of everyone!”

- Ponk asks Foolish to take his helmet off, promising they won’t put a pumpkin on him. They ask Foolish to trust them with a TNT cannon

- They talk about building the tree

Ponk: “When the time comes, can I trust you?”

Foolish: “Mm...you think Sam deserves this?”

Ponk: “Yes. 100%.”

- Foolish says he needs time to think about it before he says yes. The two part ways and Ponk goes to cry in the forest. She’ll ask Niki next

Ponk: “Okay, Foolish...but you’re a god! You’ve killed many people, have you not? You’ve probably had human sacrifices in your lifetime!”

Foolish: “Well -- I -- uh -- I’m gonna go, I’m gonna go now, I’m gonna go now!”

- He leaves the call

- Tommy logs in and sees Puffy’s new house. He promptly tears it down

- Then he rebuilds his own house while talking to chat

- While building the roof, a spider comes over. Tommy is fond of it and names it Shroud. He asks Foolish for a nametag, then Ponk. Ponk is offended at Foolish from the Endermite incident

- Foolish brings over a nametag for Shroud and they get Shroud back to the house

- Tommy finishes the house. Ranboo logs on just to say “cum” and immediately leaves. Then Tubbo logs on and runs over

- Tommy shows Tubbo Shroud

- He decides to go plant some trees around. They head to Las Nevadas to get more and Tommy shows Tubbo how to not be rich. They discuss Mumbo Jumbo, as Tommy claims he is too British

- They return home and fix it up a bit

- Then they decide to destroy Karl’s house. They get rid of the first layer and leave a message saying they’ll get rid of the rest if Karl says he’s using it

- Tommy goes to gather more dirt. Ranboo logs on as the Pringles guy then logs off. They start arguing over Pringles cans

- Ranboo logs in as himself. Tommy and Tubbo start filling in the holes in Tommy’s basement

- They go to get more dirt

- NotDream123 logs on. Tommy and Tubbo go looking for him at Spawn, wondering who he is, but he isn’t there

- Quackity logs on and starts running around Las Nevadas. Foolish is confused

- Tommy and Tubbo bein to run back to the main area when they notice NotDream following after them

Tommy: what’s your name?

???: whats your name

Tommy: tommy?

Tommy: Big Man

???: mine is Tom

- Tommy gets mad and says that his name is Tom, and “Tom” replies that Tommy said his name is Tommy

- Tubbo wants to keep him as a trophy

- Tommy asks what Tom’s interests are. Tom asks what Tommy’s are, and Tommy says “girls,” “Britain” and “dogs”

Tom: Same

- Quackity logs off. Tom likes the Queen as well, and his catchphrase is “POG,” which Tommy is not pleased about

Tubbo: “You’ve got like a little mirror buddy!”

- Tom gets a Discord

Tommy: “He has a stache! I can’t grow a stache!”

Tubbo: “Oh, so maybe he’s the better version!”

Tommy: “No! No!”

Tubbo: “I honestly -- honestly, I can’t even tell you guys apart.”

- Foolish and Ranboo spy on them from afar. Tommy and Tubbo decide to keep Tom for themselves and build “L’Landburg” around Tom to claim him

- Tom joins their call on Discord (his username is “NotDream”). At Tommy’s request, Tubbo goes into the other room to hit Ranboo. Ranboo quits Tubbo’s game and Tubbo disconnects

- Tom knows Dream since Dream whitelisted him. They start walking back to the main area and Tommy asks questions about how Tom joined

- Tom has watched all of Tommy’s streams, even the very first where Tommy joined and got exiled to the snow biome. Tommy presses him on what the very first Hypixel game he played in the first stream was, and Tom says “Skywars,” which he claims is how they say “Bedwars” where he’s from

- Tom is apparently from “Bedskytown.” Tommy pulls Tubbo aside and Tubbo has the idea to put Tom in Tommy’s basement cell

- Tommy reminds Tubbo of the “Tomtract,” which states that Tubbo is only allowed to be friends with one Tom

- Tommy gets Tom and they start walking down the path. Tommy asks Tom if he has a girlfriend. Tom asks if Tommy has a girlfriend and Tommy says yes, so Tom says yes as well

- Tommy accuses Tom of just being Dream. Tommy asks him if he likes smoking. Tom asks if Tommy likes smoking. Tommy says yes and Tom says yes. Tommy then says he doens’t like smoking and Tom doesn’t like it either

Tommy: “What’s your favorite smell?”

Tom: “What’s your favorite smell?”

Tommy: “You first.”

Tom: “Women.”

- They get back to the house and Tommy shows Tom Shroud the spider. Tom breaks a glass block, then grabs an iron chestplate from the chest to wear. Tubbo worries about Tom getting more geared up, but Tommy insists that neither of them wear armor

- Tom puts on some diamond pants and Tommy asks Tubbo to hand him his armor to follow the rules of the Tomtract

- Tom goes into the back room and Tubbo says he’s escaping. Tom asks if he’s a hostage, then asks if Tommy likes Coke. Tommy says yes, so Tom hands him the picture of Coke

- Tommy threatens to fall out with Tubbo if he doesn’t follow the Tomtract, so Tubbo walks away. Tom whispers to Tommy to say something so Tommy shouts to come back, then walks out after into the rain to dramatically ask for the armor. Tubbo cannot argue with a statement like this, so he gives it

- Tommy puts the armor in the chest. Tubbo asks what Tom’s surname is, and Tom says “Simmons”

- Tom runs away while Tommy is explaining his school’s points system and Tubbo tries to chase after him, but Tommy says not to since they should make a good impression. Instead, the two return to filling in dirt

- Tommy turns around and abruptly comes face to face with Tom 

- Tommy asks Tom some more questions about why Dream added him and what his purpose is

Tom: “What’s your purpose?”

Tubbo: “To find happiness and eternal bliss.”

Tommy: “...To get bitches.”

- Tom’s purpose is the same. Tommy scolds him because one should not call women “bitches.” Tom agrees with that as well

- Tommy brainstorms fun opinions for Tom to agree with. He likes the Sidemen and thinks they make the best vlogs. He thinks KSI is the best YouTuber and everything he does is incredible. He thinks George is really ugly (Tom pauses, then leaves the game)

- Tom comes back, Tommy repeats it, and Tom pauses for a long time before saying he agrees. Dream would never say that, and Tom is not Dream

- Tom begs for food, so Tommy eventually gives him some after leaving for some time

- Tommy says that the Manhunts are faked and Tom agrees, but he would have to ask his friend Detective Dream. Tommy and Tubbo are confused at why there are so many and ask to speak with Detective Dream

- Tubbo suspects that Dream may be able to clone himself

- Detective Dream arrives and Tubbo wants to interrogate him. Tubbo changes to his inspector outfit and Tommy changes into his suit

- Detective Dream’s first name is “Detective” and his surname is “Dream.” His parents are Mom Dream and Dad Dream. Tubbo concludes the case and decides that Det. Dream is official

- Tubbo looks Det. Dream in the eyes and gets him to say that he is a real detective. If that is true, Tubbo says, Detective would have laser eyes. Detective uses his laser eyes while looking at Tubbo’s face and Tubbo’s eyes get messed up

- Detective gets killed by Tubbo’s dog

- Detective knows about Dream and he has inside info on him that he can’t share

- “Drinnit” is Tommy’s detective name. He has been working on this case for fifty years

- After some more detective talk, Detective leaves. Tubbo tells Tommy he plans to kill Tom, as there can only be one

- NotDream comes back, this time dressed in a duck onesie. He is “John” now, and Tommy does not approve of the onesie

- Connor logs on

- John has a confession: He is actually just Tom. In fact, Detective Dream was also Tom! Tom heard Tubbo say he was going to kill him, so he created John, as he thought that Tubbo wouldn’t be able to kill something so cute. Tubbo says he didn’t mean it

- Connor asks Foolish for help getting back home

- Tom traps Tubbo and Tommy in a box. He does not have Creative mode

- Tommy asks Tom if he is good or evil. Tom says he is good and changes out of the duck onesie

- Tommy asks Tom what he thinks of destroying Karl’s house, and Tom approves as a third party. They watch Tom take down the house

- Connor arrives back home and starts building across from Tommy’s house. They VC him and Connor asks where his house went. Tommy tells him it was for tax purposes

- Tom dies by magic after Tubbo shoots him in midair

- Tommy tells Connor he can’t build on his land. Tom, Connor, Tommy and Tubbo chat about subscriber comments

- Connor starts building his house in front of Tommy’s bench and Tommy doesn’t approve of it blocking his view and destroys it

- Tom asks for food again. The server might be going through a bit of a famine

- Tommy continues filling in the basement and decides to form a Not Funny Club with Tom. They start telling jokes about YouTube

- Tommy gets the idea to do some standup: Minecraft Comedian vs. 3 Hecklers

- Tom gets hungry and takes Tommy’s God Apple to eat, but Tubbo shoots and kills him before can. Tubbo says Tom still has one canon life left though

- They walk down to the theatre stage by the Community House. Tubbo evolves

- Tommy does comedy up on the stage while Connor, Tubbo and Tom heckle from the audience. All of Tommy’s jokes are just pickup lines

- Tommy gets booed off the stage and next up is Tom, who tries but quickly gives up

- Tubbo is up next. He starts reading out information about tax legislation. Tommy starts taking notes

- Then, it’s Connor’s turn. He tries to play off of the audience

- It’s always canonically Tuesday on the Dream SMP

- Connor gives up and Tubbo goes up to keep reading the tax information. Tommy goes up to make it a comedy duo 

- Tubbo starts selling his cryptocurrency known as “Piss and Shit, Screw the Children Coin”

- Tommy leaves to speak with Tom by the Community House. Tom says he’ll be back. Tom looks at the poster

Tom: “Look at this. ‘Bee does science’ ...This is groundbreaking!”

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Upcoming events remain the same.

[absolutebl]

This Week in BL

April 2021 Part 3

Being a highly subjective assessment of one tiny corner of the interwebs. 

Ongoing Series - Thai

Second Chance Ep 3 - this is proper YA, they are dealing with actual high school issues, picking uni, first crushes, online dating, etc... We even got a senior prom trope which almost never happens in Thai stuff (just the freshman uni competition variant). Standard plot pacing means PaperFah’s kiss was too early, might indicate we’re moving to uni in the second half of the series? Tropes included: let me feed you, hand hold, black & white striped shirt, floppy drunk & first kiss. 

Y-Destiny Ep 3 - the first MaxNat ep. Such fun to see them playing different characters. This one is enemies to lovers, tutor/student, but it’s using the “poor little rich kid loose cannon” archetype. Nat is doing his best, but it’s leaving me cold. Lots of tropes tho: boyfriend’s closet, floppy drunk, pillow clutch, the loom & water bottle. 

Lovely Writer Ep 8 - solid installment, good use of many tropes. I really like the leads and I’m glad there isn’t much side dish action, SibGene gave us: punish, touch your face, boyfriend claiming, kissing, sleep cuddling, symmetry, rooftop, cheek kiss, hand hold, and pillow clutch. 

Call It What You Want Ep 3-4 - couldn’t find the subs, don’t really care, will watch if it crosses my radar, otherwise I’m just not into it.  

Brothers Ep 11 - the “everyone wants Chol” show continues (but WHY?), he and Tri are cute together, and now I kinda just want Prab to end up with the twins. I’m confused by the teachers, but Boston showed up (from UWMA), and my boys KhunKaow got together (YES!), so I’m ultimately delighted with the episode. 

Fish Upon The Sky Ep 2 - the makeover happened, and we go from cute with glasses and braces to cute without them. (I’m reminded of those 90′s Pygmalion teen movies where the girl has glasses + ponytail and then *GASP* does not and *GASP* she’s HOT. This was the BL version.) Meanwhile, writers better be careful with Pi, he’s getting too tsundere to like. Did you see they gave AJ a 2gether music intro & pick up line? Well, it’s actually his brother JJ who plays Ohm in 2g. I cackled. GMMTV - you so cheeky. 

Ongoing Series - Not Thai 

HIStory 4: Close To You (Taiwan) Ep 5 - half way point. My poor confused babies. It was a really sweet episode... if what happened before hadn’t happened in the way that it had. Also, these boys have a GREAT friendship but are probably the worst advice givers ever. 

Most Peaceful Place (Vietnam) Ep 3 fin - so cute! Our boys confessed and got together. There was an adorable mutual kiss (I love me a mutual, like Ingredients). Afterwards, they actually seemed to communicate with each other about both sex and their relationship. OMG. How original for BL! This was the last episode, so the series is short, but I still enjoyed it very much. RECOMMENDED. 

My Lascivious Boss (Vietnam) Ep 1-2 - oh boy this one is rough, we started out with homophobia child abuse and moved on to family drama + drunken dub-con one night stand. But production values and subs are better than normal for Vietnam (You Are My Boy levels) + our queer babies are out & proud + it’s higher heat + I’m weak. So I’m watching. 

Word of Honor (China) Ep 25-27 - honestly not much happened, lots of back story. Things are looking dire for the ghosts unless they can turn the Scorpion (I LOVE HIM, he’s my precious deadly baby). Don’t know how they managed to make loosing a battle with an immortal sword god ex-friend cute... but they did. Did some calculations and at 36 eps, mathematically speaking, ep 30 will be the equivalent of a standard BL ep 11. Should I be scared for next week? 

Nobleman Ryu’s Wedding (Korea) Ep 1-2 - it’s so effing adorbs, soft bois do old fashioned tropes like arranged marriage + evil stepsisters meets the more modern fake relationship + secret identity in a surprisingly comfortable mix. It launched with baby is a floppy drunk, forced proximity, performative I saw you feed him, and some fun gay panic. It’s a lot lighter and faster paced than I was expecting, but this is Korea so I don’t know why I’m surprised. 

Stand Alones 

K-pop band OnlyOneOf dropped a new MV that is basically BL bait, using many of the tropes we know and love. I promise I’m not trying to lure anyone into K-pop I just thought it was interesting how consciously they’re yaoi dipping. 

Spin-off We Best Love Fighting Mr. 2nd, Shou Zhen | the Only Love Letter Once Written (SERIOUSLY WITH THE TITLES TAIWAN?) anyway there’s a something or other 25 minutes featuring Pei Shou Yi and his boy that aired Friday. It’s about 10 minutes of reboot footage with 15 min of new content, mostly set in the past. It entirely rests on Chih Tian Shih’s acting, fortunately for us he’s great. However, it doesn’t substantially change or add to these characters’ arcs from the finale of WBL season 2. I don’t know if there will be more or if this was just an extra footage fan service. 

COLOR RUSH GOT ITS MOVIE!!! Okay this is almost the tipping point for me to get Viki Standard. It’s listed at 1:56 minutes long but the original series had only c.120 running time - that is a lot of new content. Although i was disappointed by To My Star’s movie I loved Wish You’s, so I am hoping Color Rush got Wish You level treatment. That said, I feel Color Rush the series is damn near perfect already, hard to improve on perfection. 

Breaking News

Close Friend the series got an updated trailer featuring MaxNat (no subs) so if you like them in Y-Destiny or in Why R U get ready for them to play different characters again, this time for a sports romance segment. Like Y-Destiny, Close Friend looks to be another series of vignettes (Original trailer) coming April 22. 

2gether the movie (Thai trailer) was intended release April 22 but is now postponed due to a surge in C19 cases in Thailand.

Tell the World I Love You, a Thai BL movie that was supposed to release last week, is similarly delayed.  

My Ride has been postponed indefinitely with no airing date. 

The Miracle of Teddy Bear got a teaser vid, no eng subs. 

Gossip

Thai BL actors Nanon (Bad Buddy), Yoon (YYY), and Mark Siwat (LBC, Bite Me) have tested positive for C19. Press releases stated they’re fine, tho filming has paused fore their various projects, obvs. (No word on whether Nanon’s current project was Bad Buddy or not, although it seems likely given his recent Arm Share episode.) 

Next Week Looks Like This:

Some shows may be listed later than actual air date for International accessibility reasons.

Upcoming 2021 BL master post here.

Links to watch are provided when possible, ask in a comment if I missed something.

[binniesthighs]

multifandom soulmate aus ✨

soulmate (n): a person ideally suited to another as a close friend or romantic partner.

✨ a/n: hello hello!! today on, “Ro’s self indulgent fics” ehehe i’ve been thinking a lot about some of my favorite kpop besties and how i feel like sometimes in a group, there’s the members who just stick like glue and it’s kinda like they were destined to meet that way! anyway hehe this concept is so fkn cute to me so i wanted to make some poly r-ship headcannons with some of my favorites! 

➛ disclaimer: the pairings that i use are def not all inclusive of all “soulmate” pairings out there, just the ones i know of atm! also, i know some of these groups better than others, so some will be more specific, and others a little more general! 

✨ groups included: stray kids, ateez, the boyz, monsta x, seventeen, txt, bts 

✨ feedback is always appreciated! who’s your favorite?✨

➛maybe if we’re feelin’ spicy i can do a part 2 with the ones i haven’t done yet ;) 

Pairing: idol x female reader x idol (see fandoms above!) 

Genre: fluff n’ smut

Tags: established r/ship au, poly r-ship, sexual content (the usual stuff also including unprotected sex-please stay safe!) comfort ahhh, mentions of food alcohol  

*all photocreds go to ops :) 

both sfw and nsfw under the snip snip! 

♡ chanlix ♡

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omg where the hell do i start with chanlix we love our cannon soulmates 

arguably the softest fkn pairing on this list; being soulmates with chanlix is like meeting your other halves (thirds?). there’s some serious destiny at work here!! 

the three of you understand each other on a spiritual level--almost to the point where you could likely read their minds if you wanted to try haha. there’s also a really, really strong type of emotional intimacy that you share with them that’s out of this world. 

this soulmate bond is so fkn strong, the three of you could go through any hardships and come out of it stronger than ever! 

the three of you have cute lil nicknames for eachother that you thought up yourselves! 

 your families are close as heck! it’s really pure how by the three of you so many people can get close ahhh 

i think that chanlix would be really into more outdoorsy dates? camping, swimming, hiking, sightseeing, stargazing, picnics etc! felix also loves taking you on food tours! 

bc chan is chan, he really takes on such a protective role over you and felix, he would quite literally do anything for you two: forgot your notebook or documents on the way to work/school? he’ll drop everything to bring them to you. sad? he’ll get you your favorite food, tons of blankets, his hoodie to wear and your favorite movie/tv show to watch with you! if anyone hurts your feelings too he will square tf up. 

felix is the world’s most adoring boyfriend in so, so many ways. not only is he such a cuddle bug, he shows you that he cares with tons of acts of service similar to chan! this comes in the form of his baking of course and other silly little gifts he sees that reminds you of him. he isn’t the best at words sometimes, but will soothe you by giving you a little massage or by playing with your hair! 

nsfw 

okay...😏 damn i’ve been wanting to write some poly chanlix so fkn bad ahhhh 

once again i really see chan taking the lead in more intimate situations. he really likes giving directions and seeing both you and felix carry them out! honestly he gets a bit of an ego boost seeing the both of you all whiny and fucked out ahhh 

here i come with my softsub!felix agenda oops hehe but this boy is frickin’ angelic for you and chan oml, he always asks for permission before he does things and eats praise up with a fkn spoon. praises alone really get him off: “does lixie like it when i play with his cute cock like this?” 

there’s something that gets the three of you ridiculously amped when you do all kinds of roleplay scenarios FRICK some favorites are pet play (you and lix being the kitties) teacher/student, roleplaying strangers, sex slaves, artist/muse, oh my god there was a halloween where you once did vampire roleplay you still think about it 🤤 

since the three of you are so comfortable with eachother, experimentation feels really safe! for example, the suggestion of shibari came up and now....let’s just say lix looks really pretty tied up ;) 

chan’s got a huuuuge (cock) and size kink!! he really likes topping both you and lix and seeing a bulge omg.... also when he can bulge your throats mmmhm! 

felix loves it especially when you ride his face, and he cold do it for hours! he looks so cute between your legs when he licks over and over your clit. he’ll ask you too if he’s doing good and you better say yes ;) 

favorite position would be all cuddled up and cozy with the two of them double penetrating you real nice and slow with tons of kisses and just touchin’ all over 

cockwarming cockwarming all day, every single time, without fail, it feels wrong if you finish without it! 

♡ woosan  ♡

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idk why but the first thing that comes to my mind is that in certain settings, ya’ll are loud as fuck AHA i guess what i mean to say as that as a trio, you are all super, super unapologetic and confident when around each other! this might have lead to you getting kicked out of a couple bowling alleys and karaoke places before... 

there’s a type of unspoken understanding that the three of you have that makes your bond so special. while you love eachother so dearly, it isn’t something that you really feel needs to be said out loud, it kind of just is! 

woosan are already really clingy on their own and when you come along?? you all can’t keep your hands off each other!! ya know how in movies there’s the whole “hand in the back pocket of your jeans???” woosan!! 

their energy together is so fkn chaotic but that's why you love them! they never fail to make you laugh and this is also the best way that they know how to cheer you up! 

Bc the three of you are a bit unbridled, it’s a bit hard to be serious at times when you go on dates/hang out with friends together so often you get some affectionate eye rolls haha 

wooyoung is someone that will try anything with you! hehe even if he knows that he mind not be that into it, he’ll still go with you! of course, he might say something snarky but he really does love just spending time with you! wooyoung also shares you with all his friends (changbin, yeonjun) so lowkey it feels like you’re one of the bros at times LOL 

san is a big fan of giving you gifts! oh also! words of affirmation too, san is someone who knows your insecurities well, so hypes you tf up all the time!! he especially loves buying things for you that he knows you’ll look pretty in just so he can compliment you ahhh 

at the end of the day however, there’s nothing more more that the three of you love than the tightest cuddles ever as you fall asleep! honestly, sometimes its a little too tight haha 

nsfw 

THESE BOYS FKN RAVISH YOU LIKE YOU’RE A FIVE COURSE MEAL 

and of course they expect the same from you as well! i mean....can you blame them??? these boys are sexy as hell and they frickin’ know it!! 

i have this super clear image of both of them stripping you down and rubbing massage oil all over your body and then giving you the turn to do it to them my lord...

sort of along this line, temperature play makes these boys feral. wax, ice, blowies with popsicles you name it 

both of them really just like being touched all over because they have the prettiest dancer’s bodies and just feeling hands on their muscles makes them loose it. 

wooyoung loves to mark the hell out the both of you in a really territorial way: all over your chests and necks even on your thighssss 

san, while he often does find himself in sub space, really easily can switch to dom you in the most beautiful way. everything with him is really intimate and raw: if this wasn’t already obvious haha he would like have a hand kink and loves seeing the way that his fingers look pumping in and out of your entrance and how your juices look as well. 

back too wooyoung, he’s the king of oral. whether it’s going down on you and sucking at your clit or deep throating with master level skill...foreplay is never boring with him! 

in my brain, i can see the both of them filling nearly position so this makes for an interesting dynamic to say the least AHA 

every once and a while, they’ll let you take complete control of the both of them while they just sit back and watch you with the most smug-ass grins that you’ll see in your life! 

AH another thought: woosan fkn love when you squirt on them, in any way this might look: when you’re nearly screaming in your overstimulation they want it all over them. 

favorite position would be 69 threesome style with all of your sloppy moans in-between <3 

♡  moonbae  ♡

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HEAR ME OUT the king of soulmates that know that they are soulmates but don’t take it seriously in the slightest istg this is my most favorite dynamic ahhhh 

there is not one dull day with these two boys, they’ll have you laughing in stiches until you can barely breathe like, the best kind of wheezy, silent laughter ya know what i’m talking about 

INSIDE JOKES literally so many inside jokes with the three of you 

Kevin is never scared to call your ass out, but that’s bc he knows you so well!! it’s all just jokes don’t ya worry ;) 

Along this line, your groupchat like has some random-ass name that’s also an inside joke

Jacob on the other hand is the biggest sweetheart when it comes to you, boy frickin’ melts. There is not a day that goes by when he hasn’t told you he loves ya morning and night. 

Also the best listener in the whole world, you can tell him anything and everything and he’s just sit and listen and give advice. 

Kevin loves you a ton a ton but just shows it differently! He remembers all the little things about you that you tell him to the point it’s scary how he does it so well 

Meme king Kevin would send you memes that remind him of you and Jacob

Lowkey i can see the both of them getting into the cutest petty arguments like which one of them you love more or think is more talented AHA again it’s all in good fun hehe 

it goes without saying but...it’s cuddle central up in here. 

THEY WOULD SERENADE TF OUT OF YOU oh my god it’s literally heavenly, Kevin would play piano and Jacob would play guitar FRICK 

You have oddly specific dates?? Like they would pick a movie to go see that the three of you would all hate just to meme the whole time. Jacob would still get invested accidentally tho. 

The way to both of these boy’s hearts is their stomachs so when you cook for them they would quite literally do anything for you 

nsfw 

ok ok so i’m a baby deobi so this is the gist of what i’m getting (i also did a little research LOL thank you @ deobi smutblr hehe) 

firstly i would like to say that i’m manifesting thigh riding with Jacob and i literally can’t think of anything else for some reason just p h e w and BOY does he love it too he thinks its so fkn cute to watch you! 

i get heavy, heavy switch vibes from Kevin with maybe some sub leanings??? either way, jacob def has soft dom vibes (oh god and occasional soft sub) to me but also has no problem with you taking control and doing what you like to him if that’s what you desire! 

kevin is impatient impatient and does not do well with your teasing. also...loud as hell, like, sometimes you have to tell him that he needs to calm tf down hehe (but of course you love it when he gets like that) 

separately, both of them are very different experiences i think: kevin is a fan of hard and fast, kitchen counter over the sofa type stuff sloppy toppy in risky places, and he loves to experiment too! 

jacob is also really different where he likes much, much more slow and intimate stuff like missionary, shower sex, real atmospheric stuff like candles and nice scents ahhh BIG fan of really fluffy pet names too like baby, princess, angel etc. super visual too omggg gets hard when you strip for him i think ;) 

together it’s a fkn whirlwind i’ll tell ya that. its like, honestly the most unique experience i can think of on this list because the two of them are so different. i will say that it can end up being really giggly and sweet tho! 

when it’s the three of you, kevin’s dom side comes out a little more so you’re left with these two lovely boys who want to give you all the attention! it’s lowkey a competition lol 

favorite position is when you’re sucking jacob off and kevin gets to do literally whatever the hell he wants with your pussy...i imagine that it might have to do a lot with edging if you ask me ;) 

♡ jookyun  ♡ 

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oddly, i find myself soft af for jookyun and idk how to describe it haha (considering that they can often be hard as hellll) 

the three of you are also really nonchalant, but this is really in the way that you just feel as if you’ve known eachother for a really long time! 

as we know, jookyun were a bit of an enimies to lovers arc (AHA) so with the time that they’ve spent building their bond, it’s strong asf! 

i like to think that jooheon and changkyun would really get a ton of artistic inspiration from you for their music. since both of them write and often reflect bc of this, you’re totally their muse! (they’ll write some nasty as hell lyrics thanks to you too LOL) 

while our lovely thicc mx boys have unbridled confidence at times, really, they are babie. and they are frickin weak for your pampering. 

because of this, the two of them would become flustered as all hell when you do lil things for them!! this could be making them some lunch or just giving them the off compliment that they look a lil extra handsome that day. 

your safe place is with them!! ahhh i would also like to add the number of slick ass grabs when you’re in public is a bit off the chain at times ahah 

the duality of this r/ship is really something to note LOL when you go out and about when the two of them you certainly get some stares bc they look a lil intimidating at times but when you and your boyfriends cuddle up on the subway you give all passerby's whiplash haahah

Kyun is someone who is insanely romantic. almost to the point that it is cheesy haha he’d treat the both of you to expensive ass dinners, beach vacations and maybe even matching couple’s jewelry like rings or bracelets! 

jooheon on the other hand is a little more toned down haha but has another side to him that fkn swells with pride knowing how breathtaking you both are...frankly, his ego skyrockets knowing that he’s got you both for arm candy if this make sense teehee 

the three of you call eachother “babe” interchangeably, so it can get a bit confusing when you’re all in the same place and someone says “hey babe?” you need a new nickname ooP 

nsfw 

hello and here i am to push the sub!changkyun agenda. first and foremost i would like to explain how this man is such a pillow princess with the most lovely bratty edge *sighs* all that kyun wants is for you to fkn use him and do literally whatever the hell you want!! this man daydreams about you riding him right then and there wherever the hell he is. 

also, kyun is the king of toys, both using them on you and on himself! need i also say breath play as well in the same giving and receiving form? more than anything he loves it when jooheon wraps his hand around his neck hooooly ahhh he prefers it when you tease his tip with a vibrator until he’s angrily red and begging for you to give him a break just for you to bend down and give a kiss to his pearly head which makes him jolt 

jooheon is often more of a soft to hard dom if you ask me and takes care of both you and kyun really well. also... he will manhandle the hell out of you if you feel up for it (cough cough your arm kink for him ) oh shit and his thighs....don't’ even get me started 

while the three of you often opt for the hard and fast (even in some more risque places--such as in the recoding studio) there are really some more intimate times that you share too! 

on one of changkyun’s vacations, in the middle of the night, when no one was in sight and the hot tub was free for use...it started out as a bit of making out but then turned into something else when you decided to straddle jooheon and he let his hands creep under the straps of your swimsuit...needless to say you were bouncing on both of their dicks while you were warmed by the crackling bubbles 

at times, jookyun can get a little needy and impatient without you, so this has lead to a couple situations where you walk in on them letting out their frustrations ;) of course, immediately then they’d love for you to join! 

kyun has an oral fixation too, sooo he may or may not love cockwarming with his mouth or sucking your fingers lightly when you go to suck his dick~ 

♡  junhao  ♡

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here me out with this one...but...there’s something really intimate about this relationship?? oh how to put this into words LOL junhao also have an insanely deep bond that really transcends if ya ask me haha 

while they both can be really goofy around eachother when comfortable the soulmate vibes are just...immaculate! this is all i can say? all three of you are just so connected in the way that you accept each other for all that you are and just kind of naturally gravitate towards each other even before you really knew that there were romantic feelings involved! 

first, i would like to say that out of all the pairings on this list, you three are classy as FUCK. seeing the three of you next to eachother is like seeing literally three models in the flesh. the way that you dress (sometimes even to match a little) is unbelievable bc you all just look so good? 

hand holdingggg wherever you go! holding hands across cafe tables, playing with each other’s hands absentmindedly hehe 

TRAVEL BUDDIES you would go anywhere with them and take tons of pics!! i mean the prettiest pics 

hao shows his love for you in the form of so many things, all of which he makes himself!! you inspire his physical art and drawings which he shares with you and he also loves to take clothes too and personalize them for you! 

jun on the other hand would take you to the studioooo and you could watch him danceee oh my gosh he’s literally so breathtaking and he would be dancing just for you with every curve of his body he’s so magical :’) then he’d ask you for feedback and you’d just be speachless...also loves to make you smile!! just being his goofy self he’s the best at it and thinks you’re so cute! 

there’s a ton of adoration in this relationship! tons of cute little displays of skinship that might look like a poke in the cheek or the fluffing of their hair ahh 

still, i feel like you would have kind of silly little nicknames for them that match their personalities and perhaps...you could have matching phone cases with these nicknames.... 

in this relationship there’s a ton of quiet moments that are really peaceful and indulgent such as watching sunsets, drinking wine together, just talking about life n stuff like that! 

nsfw 

hellz yeah we’re in for some more intimate-ass fuckin! but also....😏

this boys are kinky as shit but in like a really classy ass way lolll this is so hard to put into words. 

well, i’ll start with junhui catboy agenda so there’s that hehehe he would most def be into pet play: that could be like ears or pretty collars and of course calling you (or him) kitten. 

minghao is really versatile and doesn’t really like labels of dom and sub, he just does what he wants and what feels good to him! bc we’re talking about how intimate everything is, the kind of sex that you share with them is often never rushed but really purposeful and even planned sometimes! 

i also see there being TONS of sensory items that would come into play with junhao such as flowers, fragrances, aphrodisiacs, all kinds of fabrics for sensory deprovision such as velvet, silk, hemp rope, and so much more! 

BOTH OF THEM WOULD SOUND ANGELLIC i see hao as letting out really pretty soft moans that kind of trail on his tongue and jun sort of choking out gasps with a bit of a rasp to them when they cum or they feel turned on

oh god MIRROR SEX that's what i have to say about this 

it doesn’t happen often, but sometimes when any one of you would be feeling needy or pent up they can certainly do hard and fast with you between the two of them. especially when this happens, oh my god hao loves it when you moan really breathily into his mouth when you’re pressed against him ooooh shit 

and jun loves it when you bite into his shoulder too when he fucks you it just makes him feral 

actually, i could really see the three of you recording yourselves, or even taking pictures when you have more intimate moments to look at later, just for your own enjoyment or to get off when you’re without the others 

favorite position: hmmm mirror sex with you on top of minghao literally just kissing him and marking his body as jun eats you out until you’re dripping down to minghao’s cock which he jerks off too~ 

♡  yeonbin  ♡

sfw 

DON’T TOUCH ME IM SOFT  

admittedly i don’t know too much about this pairing but i do know a lil so i wanted to add them!! i also did a lil research hehe 

FIRST i would like to say that the three of you would without a doubt have the cutest puppy together, if not one, then two!! they would be little dogs with perfect haircuts and likely have their own instagram account which the three of you would run! they’d be instragram famous of course 

LITERALLY EVERY DAY ITS A FIGHT OVER WHOS CUTEST i kid you not this is an ongoing battle you’re all just...so weak for the other ahaha 

being in a relationship with them is like being in a relationship with your bestfriends! 

dates with the two of them can really range all over the place bc you just like having fun together! movie dates, breakfast dates, ZOO OR AQUARIUM DATES, taking little trips to places you haven’t been before or stay at home dates like having a little indoor picnic! 

soobin is really low energy, and would often opt to hang out with you at home or at a cafe while the two of you do your thing together! he lovessss when you bake or cook for him, literally whatever it is he’ll eat it! 

his smile is instant serotonin and the reason why you fell in love with him! the two of them together all smiley is your lockscreen! 

yeonjunie prefers going out with you clothes shopping and would DEF enable you to dye your hair a color that you’ve always been dying to do! he also loves showing you new music and blushes like heck when you tell him that you like the songs that he picks! 

in their own playful ways too, they’d always call you out on your bs LOLL but they just wanna motivate you! they’re your biggest cheerleaders! 

Deep down though, both of them are quite cheesy and would love to shower you with alll the stereotypical romance that you can take even if it makes all three of you cringe ahahah 

nsfw

NEEEEDY and literally so mf horny on the dl like it’s comical to how soft and shy they can be in real life situations 

oh my god this is a godly thought but i see both of them being both switchy as heck but not really bc they like how it feels to be in those different postions but literally....bc no matter what it is they are getting off lolll 

i see both of them having sub leanings but can get real bratty if they’re feeling it. 

yeonjun does have a dom side to him that just comes with his general confidence that he gets around you! when either of you beg from him he’s ready to let himself loose. 

im so sorry but they literally handed pet play to me on a silver platter with cat & dog and there is no going back for me. SO you’re in for puppy, kitty and bunny play (shhhh yeonjun’s got his fox ears too) 

WHY AM I THINKING ABOUT HOW ALL OF YOU WOULD LIKE THIGH HIGHS

both of them love being edged to high hell by you...no matter if it hurts...they kinda like it? 

at the same time, both of your boyfriends also love giving you all the attention at times too! i’m talking about one of them playing with your breasts while the other trails kisses down your body all the way down to your pussy aching for attention too

FUCK this might be just me but soobin eating you out>>>> a GODLY sight. 

i have this other fantasy of yeonjun with either lip piercings or nipple piercings or even a dick piercing someone plz tell me to calm down 

oh please...bubble bath with the two of them holy shit baby pink bubbles all around you while you take turns givin’ each other cute kisses ahhhh 

one more thing to the pile here would be hella mutual masturbation soo much of it. the three of you get off just simply watching eachother too and dirty talking how much you love the way the others look with hands rubbing themselves away with cute whiny moans~ 

♡ taekook ♡

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omg! this is my first time remotely talking about bts on my blog hehe this is so exciting!! i don’t really read too much bts ff so this is going off of my own perception! 

i just wanna say....there’s so much to unpack here LOL but like many of the soulmates on this list, these boys are ~whipped~ for you and eachother!! its so stinkin’ cute 

another thing about these expensive boyfriends is that they loooove to sing for you too! they’d sing you to sleep, when you’re sick, sad, or just had a hard day allllways hehe 

the three of you have sickeningly adorable nicknames for eachother, the kind that honestly make heads turn LOL 

jk would without a doubt get tattoos with you!! and wine drunk lollll he’s also a huge enabler so if there’s anything that you’re considering buying or doing he’d hype you up so bad you barely have to think twice heheh 

kinda like junhao they’d also make amazing travel buddies but less for the aesthetic, but for the luxury. you’d stay at amazing hotels and eat at Michelin star restaurants wearing luxury brands that they bought for you

i feel like this goes without saying, buuuut in this r/ship, its alll about the adoring glances from afar or even just right next to you bc they love you so much!! 

i also get a very protective vibe from them as well, you’re very special to them, and they never wanna see you in harms way or disrespected by anyone! this could even look like having their arm around you on the bus or on the small of your back in a crowd 

together, they’re the biggest jokesters and flirty as HELL they think that it’s so funny when they flirt out in public AGRESSIVELY just to make you a lil embarrassed hehe  

forehead kissessss and kisses on the back of your hand! 

nsfw 

luxurious in this area tooooo 

they would rent out the penthouse or presidential suite to make an evening for you and pull out all the stops: expensive champagne, lingerie selected just for you, a breathtaking view of the city ahhhh 

ya all know how much i love my soft and intimateeee body touching and there would be plenty of this! they take their time undressing you and eachother and would plant kisses into the nape of your neck and shoulders as you do so! 

i would like to contribute to this conversation sub!jk bc this is something that ahhhhh i really like to think about as well as soft dom tae bcccc why not heheh 

these boys are utterly gorgeous under soft lighting and prowling all over your body too tho ahhh 

BUT! imagine teasing the hell out of jk, barely letting him feel your mouth besides fleeting kisses while tae drives his hips into you from behindddd 

in fact, these boys actually don’t mind a little voyeurism with the wide windows in your suite, opting to leave them open so there's a bit of thrill in the way that they fuck you too~ 

tae has a bit of...dare i sayyyy a power kink, so when you call him names such as sir, daddy, master etc oh boy 

jk himself is bit into sensory dep specifically with blindfolds especially when its your hands travelling all around his body making him shiver. 

both of them just looove cuming all over you as well: face, ass, thighs, belly, literally anywhere, they just think that you look amazing like that! 

there are a couple times here and there when the three of you also do a bit of cam work together for other people to watch--although it isn’t often, you rake it in when you do so. the three of you are a perfect fantasy! 

sex also can happen in odd places with you three too since you can just start feeling it and don’t really care ;) strangest place....hmm i’d say when you joined the mile high club with them~ 

~🌹~

Bunch of (Ro)ses! 

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[just-eyris-things]

Eyris Interview

because I was tagged by the one and only @i-mybrunettelady, thank you .w.

OC Interview: Eyris

Draw (or use an old  drawing, don’t worry!) or take a screen of your character in an  interview setting and make them answer the following questions!

Me: it will be a quick sketch, just silhouettes or sth

Also me:

INTRODUCTION

1. Can you introduce yourself?

"Hi. I'm Eyris. That's about it."

2. What is your gender identity, orientation and relationship status?

"I identify myself as a bi woman. When it comes to relationship...let's say it's complicated. Since I am constantly away, it's difficult to establish a solid relationship, at least for me."

3. Where and when were you born?

"Ah, it was so many moons ago. I awakened in the Grove, because, you know, I'm a sylvari? We don't really do the whole...birthing... stuff you fleshlings do. As for when... as I said, many moons ago, in year 1310 After Exodus. Which makes me 24 this year. If it weren't for Airell, I'd feel old. Lucky for me, he's ancient."

4. What is your weapon of choice and fighting style?

"I prefer to take down my enemies unseen and quietly. I either get in close with my trusty daggers or take them down with a bow and an arrow. I can also pack a punch. I might not be as strong as my friend Airell or my, uh...girlfriend? Freya, but I know how to deliver a good blow."

5. Lastly, are you happy?

"Happiness is subjective, you know that, right? But I'd say yes. I think?"

FAMILY AND FRIENDS

1. What’s your family like? What is your relationship with them?

"I...have never really had a family. The closest people to me are Aurene, Airell and Ewyn...huh, I guess you could say I consider them family... There's also Freya, of course."

2. Have you ever ran away from home?

"Just like I have never really had a family, I have never had a home. There were places I lived in, but...I never saw more to them than but a bunch of walls and a roof over my head... Home is where the heart, or in my sylvari case, rhuddin, is."

3. Would you consider marriage or having children?

"Do I look insane to you? I am in a complicated relationship with a woman and you're asking me about marriage and offspring? Honestly, you interviewers are the worst! I am not a good partner and Freya knows this. I never stay too long in one place, that alone crosses me off the list for a suitable partner to have offspring with, don't you think?"

4. Do you secretly hate one of your friends?

"That question is stupid. How can you be friends with someone and then hate them behind their back? You either are friends or enemies. Unless you're a filthy lying snake, like Countess Anise. Yes, you can publish that one."

5. Which friend knows everything about you?

"By default, Aurene. We're connected deeper than anyone can even think. Her heart and my rhuddin beat as one, we share feelings, and I mean it literally, and we can communicate through thoughts. Although, we don't do that too often, only when we need to keep things away from the commanders and their euntourage... But Freya, Airell and Ewyn know a lot about me, too, considering that, as mentioned before, they are my found family. I would trust them with my life."

ASKED BY FANS

1. Are you literate? Have you been to school?

"I'm a sylvari, you dolts. Of course I am literate and no, I have never been to school, thank all that's divine!"

2. The eeriest prediction you made that later came true?

"Weeeeell...I honestly don't know? Since I have been working alone for ages, I learnt to be observant and wary of my surroundings, so it's hard to say if I am predicting things, or just deducing... and here comes Rytlock Brimstone. Despite being an important figure in charr society, he is a loose cannon. We were in Orr, making a stand near the entrance to Arah and I almost died because of him. I made a remark on that and said that he would be the death of me at some point. Years later, I was brutally murdered because of him. How am I back? That is a very good question, I will not address that, thank you."

3. What is something you were embarrassingly late to realize?

"Not to toot my own Warbler, but-- no, I did not mean a bird, I meant a horn used by the Maguuman Hylek. As I was saying, I don't think I have ever been embarrassingly late to realize anything? I mean, I'm not Airell, I actually use my eyes and ears, and, unlike him, I only have two of each."

4. Do you have mental health or physical issues?

"I was burnt alive. Does that answer your question?"

5. What is your current main goal?

"Unlike seemingly everyone, I do not have goals. I might be a Soundless, but I still follow some of Ventari's teachings, one of them being where life goes - so, too, should you. Currently, I am by Aurene's side, I choose to be by her, and I will follow her to the Mists and back. I think that's the closest to a goal I have.

CHOICES

1. Drink or food?

"Drink. Sometimes food is scarce, but you can survive without it as long as you have liquids with you... I really like strawberry tart, though. Ewyn and Airell make great tarts, I strongly recommend to visit their stall during some festival held around the Grove and Astorea."

2. Cats or dogs?

"I...In my whole life I have faced various difficult choices and decisions that I had to make, and yet, this one is the worst. So, I shall say both. Both is good."

3. Early bird or night owl?

I am a nightbloom. I am a night owl by default.

4. Optimist or pessimist?

"Realist. Optimistic and pessimistic outlooks affect judgement, and nobody can survive in bad conditions with bad judgement. Let's take the simple "half a glass of water" into consideration. Optimist will say that the flask is half full, but the word full makes you think that you have more than you actually have. You might make a bad call when rationizing your water, and then you end up with nothing before you find a water source. Pessimist will say the flask is half empty, so they will scarecely drink, and in the end they will dehydrate faster, which will affect their wellbeing and affect their efficiency, which also might affect how fast they will reach a water source. Realists will see that there is half a flask, so they will calculate how much they can drink to keep their mind clear and have the water for as long as needed... You there, interviewer? Or did I lose you?"

5. Sassy or sarcastic?

"Uh...as in, which one am I? or which one do I prefer in people? If the first one, I think I'm sarcastic? And the latter... Both? I think? Depends on the people, really. Some people are bearable, some are not, and depending on that their sassiness or sarcasm has any or no effect on me."

HAVE YOU EVER

1. Been caught sneaking out?

"Yes, in my earliest years. Nowadays I seem to simply disappear. Commander Stoneshire- I mean, commander deSol, I can't get used to the fact that she got married, that wretch of a woman... anyway, she hates me for sneaking out unnoticed. That....and for many other things, actually. She hates me in general. Hate is mutual."

2. Broke a bone?

More than once. Unfortunately.

3. Received flowers?

No, never. I don't really get any gifts, you know. And I do not count the flowers I got when I was working undercover for the Order of Whispers. They were not real gifts, not for me, but for the people I pretended to be.

4. Ghosted someone?

"Oh, yes. Some people do not take "I don't want to talk to you" for an answer. And if ghosting doesn't help, an arrow in the head solves the issue."

5. Pretended to laugh at a joke you didn’t get?

"Yes. Commander deSol's husband tells horrible jokes. Think dad jokes, but not the ones you like, those you hate and that make you want to strangle the person saying them... but even worse. I think the worst one was when he asked who lived in a pineapple under a tree, and when people asked who he said that pineapples don't grow on trees. Does that even make any sense? No. It does not. And that man is a father of two right now. I feel so bad for his children."

~

And now, oh boy, the tagging time!

Since I'm not browsing tumblr lately, if you were already tagged/have done this already, or simply if you don't feel like it, no pressure :)

@ascalonianpicnic @mystery-salad @fellis-world @moonlit-grove @kerra-and-company @salad-tales @likemesomesalads

If you're not here but wish you were - feel tagged, my tagging game is weak ;w;

[girlfriendsofthegalaxy]

tuesday again 5/4/21

yeah yeah yeah may the fourth be with you whatever this is mostly me rambling disjointedly about the bits and pieces of star wars i crammed into my weekend

i think the star war that is the best-made and most watchable on a technical level (including script) is ESB. however, AOTC is my fuckin favorite bc there’s so much fucking nonsense happening all the the goddamn time. incoherent movie with too many sidequests but it all looks sick as shit

my personal history with star wars is: watched it (like many other movies) juuuuust a little too young with my dad as a Bonding Activity (to the silent fury of my mom) but unfortunately got Really Into It. reading expanded universe novels (nearly all of them, i have almost two hundred of them in boxes in a storage unit) was the thing that kept me alive through high school. never really got into the comics, didn’t pick up any of the post-disney-nuking-the-expanded-universe novels. was horribly disappointed by the sequel trilogy and solo. rogue one is all right. however, the mandalorian (weird and cheesy as it is, also i am not immune to pedro pascal) really got me back into this stupid fucking franchise. so i have been taking a rambling walk through things that i remembered liking. all my fun star wars facts are old and outdated but they sure all do live in my brain

listening ‘General Grievous’ off the ROTS soundtrack. this is i think the beginning of my love for heavy low rumbling undercurrents? would not say this has a ‘groove’ per se but there is definitely a forward momentum. love some ominous brass. love the williams panic-spike strings. LOVE A DANGER WARNING LEITMOTIF

god u listen to the original + prequel soundtracks and then listen to the sequel soundtracks (as i have been doing during working hours for the past week) and i get really sad. should have let him retire in peace. he doesn’t have a ton of gas left.

anyway this is the bit of the movie where obi-wan shows up on utapu (the cool sinkhole planet) with the big lizard bird to fight grievious btw. good fight. why does he flirt with the big robot man when he’s already in a enemies-to-lovers flirtationship with asaaj ventress RIGHT AFTER the duchess of mandalore died in his arms??? who can say. grief makes people do weird things.

reading rebel heist (2014, kindt & castiello). these are some of the few loose single-issue comics i own bc i love the covers so much. i hate dealing with bagged and boarded comics bc they’re a pain to store and they’re honestly a pain to read. gimme a trade paperback any day please. rereading these, i liked them less than i remembered- it’s a cool conceit of following an ordinary person in the rebellion as they get caught up in luke & leia & han & chewie’s schemes, and things of course do eventually turn out fine but not before all these regular people go UHHHH WHAT THE FUCK? WTF WTF WTF NOT WHAT I SIGNED UP FOR at some classic skywalker nonsense. can i just say how much i love these covers again tho

watching star wars: the clone wars ran from 2008 to 2020. i watched the first six seasons with my siblings on starwars.com for most of its run, bc there was a brief period of time (i forget whether it was two days after or ten days after) when you could watch each episode for free and we didn’t have cable until well after i went to college.

the second season is where it really starts to hit its stride- i haven’t gone back to watch anything as an adult but i remember liking a lot of the episodes from this season. as an adult, it’s pretty horrifying to realize how fucking stupid the clone wars were from a loss of life and material gain standpoint.

there’s a two-episode arc about the zillo beast, a big kaiju critter, and i only had enough time to watch the first one. the have to protect the oil planet (sorry, i’m getting a note in) so sorry the FUEL RESERVES on the oil planet, so they drop a giant EMP two miles from the city center, but this isn’t a planet with people that look like humans so it’s fine! the important thing is that the fuel is okay.

anyway, this episode is lovely and moody- this is such a stiff-looking show and wreathing everything in cool purple mist and making sure the silhouettes look good is really doing a lot of the work here

look i just really like this framing. the jedi on a stage above everyone else, waist-deep in blood already from the months-old war, the hint of an imperial symbol in the cannon dish, anakin & mace separated by an interior wall and separate hatches. i’m reading too much into season fucking two of the clone wars but i just think it’s neat.

yes!!! starship fuel SHOULD be bright radioactive green!!! star wars is mostly about things looking sick as shit and it’s part of why i am the way i am now

ok i fucked up on this last screenshot but look. LOOK. this is some peak nonsense right here love it. mwah. star wars is at its heart a melodramatic pulpy swashbuckling science fiction adventure and it gets weird when it forgets that

playing i own fallen order bc it came for free with my pc but i have not cracked it open bc it seems like an assassains creed, a style of game that fucking infuriates me. also i own no other star wars games so this section left intentionally blank

making i make one of these things a year now i guess. this one is finally for me.

[aknosde]

I have a lot of thoughts about Percy’s junior year because Rick is stupid and literally forgot about an entire year of Percy’s life. I also made the executive decision that this is the year Percy backslides (but can you really call it backsliding if he never worked through the trauma?) Without further ado

with a little mist they patch up Percy’s extended absence but decide it’s better if he doesn’t go back to Goode. He doesn’t really care because he didn’t have any friends there besides Rachel, this is where he goes to AHS (literally the only thing I know about TOA, and the rest of it will be ignored)

He’s not going to school with Annabeth because she said senior year together, so she’s still in California, which he’s thankful for so he doesn’t have to feel like he’s disappointing her

Originally he had been reported as missing, but now that he’s back it raises too many questions (this is where they use the mist) so it’s resulted in a really weird transcript that makes it very unclear if he actually finished his sophomore year (he did it online over the summer, and he did pretty well too)

As always he is singled out as ‘the weird kid’. This is because he only wears the longer versions of the uniform (even when it’s really hot out), has a problem with staring, and the grey streak in his hair (ignoring cannon for this one)

He makes approximately two friends (kinda?) and all of the popular kids hate him

There’s this ‘professional administrative counselor and student consultant’ who isn’t an actual counselor and thinks Percy is hella sus. A lot of its because Percy’s transcript and record, but basically he tries to not let ‘bad kids’ into AHS and he wants Percy to leave so the school’s reputation doesn’t get tarnished

Some of the teachers are nice but a lot of them are ableist

Due to that and Percy’s severely under diagnosed PTSD, anxiety, and depression, his grades really fall, but he doesn’t tell anyone

Chemistry is his favorite class and chemistry and history are the only classes he does well in.

This one popular kid who is on the football team or something really likes to physically bully people and in Percy’s attempt not to reveal how strong he is he just subs in for the kids who used to receive a regular beating instead of fighting back

At one point he accidentally catches a punch on reflex (while tons of people are watching, mind you) and freaks out, blah blah blah, that fight ends up with his hand severely broken in multiple locations

BUT he doesn’t like going to the hospital/doctor’s/nurse’s because those are the people who ask a lot of questions about his scars and old injuries and such, so he just walks around for like four hours with a broken hand

(insert my Percy is ambidextrous head cannon here, which comes into play)

eventually his (kinda)friends make him go to the nurse and it’s just straight up not a good time for anyone. Paul has to pick him up. He has to go to the ER. This is when he really starts lying to his parents because he doesn’t want them to know about the fights

He’s kinda all over the place on who he’s talking to, which he feels guilty about, but he just doesn’t have the energy to talk to people who knew him before all this because it’s harder to fake being that happy again (even though he wasn’t that happy even then)

Which brings me to something a bit happier, every Friday he visits Camp Jupiter. No matter what. He started it about a month after the war, it keeps him connected with Hazel and Frank and some other people he was friendly with, but the new thing is Reyna

It takes a bit to get through all of the stuff between them, but they end up becoming really good friends, to the extent that she, Hazel, and Frank become the sole people that he confides in. (Reyna knows that they’re special, but the other two don’t)

There is definitely a big fight he has with Sally in his second semester, and he shows up at Reyna’s quarters, it’s 11 pm, she opens the door wordlessly and he spends the weekend at CJ.

Reyna’s also the person he talks to most about Gabe. He has a lot of built up stuff there and she works through some residual feelings towards her dad too.

He and Nico are in a lot of contact during this year, with varying degrees of tension. They start off really well, but as Percy falls further back it gets a really weird vibe because he still has a whole thing about protecting Nico. Basically Percy’s not good at being vulnerable right now. But they do get better and eventually develop a sibling like relationship.

Talking about sibling like relationships: Hazel! She’s amazing. Due to the Friday visits and her and Percy already being super close she starts calling him her brother really quickly and he picks up on it immediately. She’s probably the person he’s most honest too, and they spar a lot.

His and Annabeth’s relationship is kinda weird too. They both still really love each other, and they talk a lot, she starts working through some of her issues and he’s really good about being there and helping her, but he’s also really good at hiding his own problems around her. (This is a new development, she could read him until he went missing or Tartarus, I haven’t decided) 

He becomes really spotty at communication. Sometimes he won’t text back for a week, and he used to be really good at getting back to people. This is the only thing Annabeth has evidence of. The rest is just a feeling of off-ness so she can’t really see that something’s wrong with him.

Panic attacks and breakdowns become supper common for him. Usually at least one a day, but he’s good about hiding it. However his powers, tied to his emotions, start going haywire and that’s really difficult to hide, especially at school.

He has a really bad panic attack during chemistry one day and his friends find him in the bathroom and try to get the nurse and get him to go home. It wasn't very pretty. 

He looses so much sleep that it rivals Annabeth ‘I stay up ‘till 3 for fun’ Chase

Also becomes a low-key vigilante? Not really, but he does stop several robberies and muggings and its just the right number to look a little suspicious but also not. 

during this whole ordeal he’s spending a lot of time at the school’s pool. At first there isn’t much swimming because he’s still afraid of drowning/suffocation, but Reyna’s just like “Well if you became a better swimmer that wouldn’t be as big of a problem” and he rolls with it. 

Part of his whole healing thing is learning more about competitive swimming and talking with the swim coach. And of course he gets really good at it. Sometime during his second semester he does end up joining the team.

It’s past competition season but the coach thinks he needs it so he just,,, joins

He actually gets along with most of the team REALLY well, and around this time he works on strengthening his relationship with his (kinda)friends, not his actual friends.

Honestly I’ve been considering turning these into a fic, so maybe when I finish Peanut m&m’s there will be another multi chapter in my future.

[vroomian]

my hero academia au of my ocs??? 

yrz - minor healing quirk that’s secretly a major healing quirk. tech abilities of some kind. his robots always somehow turn out way more sentient than he planned, and they all love him to death. got tricked into attending UA by his brothers and wound up transferring to support instead, to literally everyone’s dismay. (his family thought it was hilarious. oh yrz, you so stubborn <3). if the lans are there in this au, i think they have some sort of music related quirk -- anything they can do in cannon they can do in this au (except speak with the dead) lwj is in the hero course, naturally. wwx....i think he probably got kicked out of china and the jiangs, but jfm wasn’t totally heartless, so he sent wwx over to japan (because he already spoke the language. look wwx is a weeb. i will die on this hill.) wwx can speak with the dead! he’s a medium! but also he can call up the spirits of the resentful dead to devour the living and it looks fucking horrifying. people are scared of him. 

hana - ultra adaptable body, think darwin from the x-men movies except more control. unkillable, indestructible juggernaut with crazy power and insane reflexes. fights real good. got into heroics because everyone around figured out what her quirk was, gang pressed her into it the UA exams, and she was like ‘whatever i didn’t have anything better to do’.got in on top score at killing robots and 1 rescue point. voted most likely to be expelled three years running. graduates somehow. rises up the ranks until she’s at number two, pushing down endeavor easily because honestly? fuck that guy. cannon characters from knb -- look. if you’ve read my fic, you’ve probably read generation: miracle so just picture that. (if you haven’t read it and have read my fic --- ????? how?? why??? go read it!). momoi is a support student at the top of her class. has an analyzing quirk of some kind, or possibly she’s quirkless and just really fucking smart. the other miracles are still playing basketball  like it’s life and death and none of them are heros lol. 

masa - hoo boy, this is a tricky one.. im tempted to make ue his quirk -- like dark shadow, but that’d just be too boring. instead, i’m going to give him something based on kido, and spells. so some sort of energy manipulation, that uses wrting on the air as a medium?? can heal, defend, and attack, limited only by imagination + his energy level, kinda like creati or (ue is still there, and still eats people, but i think it’s an evil experiment that somehow got loose, and met masa who agreed to act as a host for ue because he was bored one weekend. ue can share it’s power gained from eating people with masa). masa is such a villan lol. he didn’t even finish grade school before he wandered into the more interesting parts of town. not so much into villainy himself, but he does design support gear for them, and sometimes acts as a doctor -- not many people go with this because he has a tendency to use patients as Test Subjects for his newest works. they don’t fail often, but when they do...

kiba: basically a permanent notice-me-not charm on him. people don’t notice him, and his own family forgot he existed before he turned nine. lived by stealing shit on the streets, unbothered because no one notices him. eventually he falls into being an information broker and also builds a nice little blackmail empire. it’s amazing what people will say when they think they’re alone :) . he does all of his communication over phone, because that seems to interfere with his quirk a bit, even though he’s also not noticeable in pictures or over cameras. I think aizawa cancels kiba’s quirk once when kiba is seventeen, and they talk. it’s the first irl conversation kiba’s had in about seven years. (kiba’s tried to get caught before. sometimes he turns himself in just to hear another person speak to him. it never sticks, because after a few hours pass he can just pick the locks around him, go up to the front desk, be like ‘hey i’ve been here a long time, can you please tell me why? and the person will never, ever be able to answer that. he always gets let out with an apology.) 

[palettepainter]

OMG SOMEONE ELSE WHO LOVES POWER LOADER! I am such a simp for this small man 👌😔 Can i please know more about his siblings?? The one you designed?? Also your Wctoplasm x Powerloader art is GORGEOUS!

On this blog we love our tiny little dirt gremlin, honestly glad to meet another fan of him cuz he’s so underrated!

These are the ideas so far I had for Powerloader and his family and his siblings! Got a good idea in mind for his mum and dad so will hopefully draw them out later, for now this ask will just include designs for his siblings

-So Powerloader is the oldest sibling. I’ve always liked the idea of Powerloader coming from a big family, having a more down to earth upbringing before he eventually went into the city and joined at UA when he was sixteen. His parents had Powwerloader when they where still quite young, his mother had just recently turned twenty and they where still building renovations on their home (his father like himself enjoyed building and as such brought some land to build their own home). Never the less Powerloader was happily welcomed by his parents despite being a total surprise and had a very happy childhood. The next child to come along was Powerloaders younger brother, Hono

-Hono and Powerloader as kids where typical brothers, They rough housed a lot in the yard while under the watchful eye of their dad as he worked. They both rolled around in dirt, climbed trees, and tried to bring snakes into the house giving their poor mother a heart attack. Typical kid things!~ Hono, being the younger brother by five years naturally couldn’t do all the stuff Higari could do, so when his big brother pushed a heavy box he couldn’t, or climbed up a tree to get his ball with ease Hono would think he was so cool! (though Powerloader had his times of tumbling out of trees as a kid-). Their dad in particular loved to wrestle with his sons after he was finished with work, he’d more or less let his sons win of course but if he was feeling particularly playful he’d grab Hono and Powerloader under his arms like they where sacks of potates and march around with them like that, prompting many giggles from them. After Hono turned four Powerloader and him where given twin siblings, and then seven years later a baby sister

(re-did the twins designs as I felt like the yellow hair was out of place, changed it to red/brown)

-Powerloaders dad started up a mechanic business when he had finished building the family home. Powerloaders family lived and still does live in a cozy villiage off in the country. It’s got a small population and little to no villian attacks, leading to it being very peaceful. With his dad running one of the only mechanic businesses in the area, and his dad also being very passionate about engineering they drummed up a bit of business. For safety incase the business went bust their mother went out and got a proper job, and with the combined money the family runs well - for a while. Still deicing how, but before Powerloader turns sixteen their father passes away at age fourty-one. Maybe this happens in like an accident or maybe he gets a sickness, still deciding. The death left their family in pieces, and their mother heavily distraught, and heavily pregnant with their youngest sister. After the passing of their father the business gradually begins to loose popularity, and the only source of income becomes their mothers day job, leading to Powerloader having to watch over his siblings until he mother came back from work, often late and looking very tired, which only became worse after Suru was born, their mother having to take a few months off work to raise Suru until she was old enough to be left with the other kids. Their mothers crumbling mental state led to Powerloader, the child who had to take on the most responsibility, developing a habit of tugging on his hair and biting his claws when stressed (this was based off @frelmidja heaedcannones, please go check out their stuff if you’re a powerloader fan anon!)

-Both Powerloader’s parents wanted a big family, and when their father was alive both parents set aside a portion of money each month, to go towards the children’s future. Sadly with his passing, they where only able to raise enough money for both Powerloader and Hono, and only a bit for the twins - after Powerloader turns sixteen his mother hands him the save up money that herself and his father had collected for him. Powerloader’s dad also had a passion for inventing, and absolutely let his son tag along with his when he was in his work shop, and so wanted to make sure that if he wanted to peruse engineering at an elite school like UA, he’d have the chance too. It took a lot of persuasion from his mother, but after a tearful moment Higari agrees to go live in the city with relatives and apply for UA’s support course. Higari left for the city when Hono eleven, leaving him as the oldest child. His mother assured Higari they would be fine, but things aren’t fine. After loosing her husband, and now loosing her eldest child who’s now staying up in the city, their mother falls back into her downward spiral, leading to her to sometimes not be able to properly care for Higari’s siblings. Hono was confused and wasn’t sure what to do, he’d always turned to Higari for guidance, now he was alone. Hono grows up angry and violent after this, believing that Higari ditched them to start a better life without them. Hono takes on the responsibilities to care for his other siblings, and at times his mother. He had to grow up fast to care for his family, further making him angry towards his brother, who had it easy up at that decked out snobby school. He utterly despises his older brother now but deep deep deep down he just really missed him:

 Hono grows up a tempermental youth, coming off as strict and cold even to his own family - little letters from Higari make him believe he’s forgotten about them all together, leading to Hono sneaking off to the local junk yard to let off steam with his quirk. One day, Hono doesn’t get out of the way in time of his explosion, and ends up getting a big burn on the side of his body when he was twenty-six, also leading to him loosing most of his hearing in one of his ears (he doesn’t like to talk about this)

-The cost of Hono’s treatment for his burns was another loss to the family financially, as their mother lost her job due to her being unable to meet up with the jobs demands, which meant the cost of his treatment had to come out of the money their father had saved up for them. While Hono recovered the twins the twins took up part time work at a pub while their mother continued search for a job in the city. Once she did the twins quit their jobs at the pub and reopened their fathers mechanic business to be closer to home. Taiho taking priority of the prices for payment and parts and Chikara taking the role as actual engineer. After Hono had recovered from his burns he became much more softer towards his family, though the injury was a scare to himself and the family, it did open up Hono’s eyes for how immature he was being, and ever since began to act more like a proper role model for his siblings. While the twins and his mother have their jobs, Hono manages the house work and looking after their youngest sister. He teaches her the ropes of mechanics like their father once did to Higari and then Higari to him. Hono takes Suru under his wing, treating her with a lot more care with her being the youngest, so he feels naturally protective of her. The two handled the cooking and up keeping of the home and yard up until their mother retired, when Hono then went out to take up a demolition job and Suru began to work in the mechanic business alongside Taiho and Chakara

Those are all my main story points but here are some more minor points I may work more on in the future with their story:

-The family own a dog named Benji,He’s an old dog now so spends most of his days curled up by the fire, but they all love him

-All of the Maijima children have some kind of scar of injury. Higari’s digging claws are scratched and slightly chipped in parts where he would bite on them when he was nervous, Hono has a scar over his side, Taiho has a scar over his nose, Chakara has a torn ear and Suru many little scars and scrapes from her time working in the mechanic business

-All of the siblings in a way, minus Suru, are envious of Higari to some degree. While Higari got to go off and go to UA, be a hero, persure a career he loves and even get married and settle down, they all had to sacrifice their own goals and dreams to support their family. The twins never voice this as to not be rude but Hono is very open about this

-Hono hates Ectoplasm with the heat of a thousand suns. Hates hates HATES him. He thinks Ectoplasm stole away their brother and was the reason why Higari never came back, he often gives Ectoplasm the silent treatment on the rare occasions he and Higari come to visit.

-Their quirks are:

Hono - Landmine,  Landmine allows the user to bestow explosive properties on anything they’ve touched. The explosions could be detonated at will. The explosives they create are noted to not be very strong, but they’re still powerful enough to deal a lot of damage to a person if they’re used in numbers

Taiho - Cannon ball (made up quirk), he can roll himself into a perfect ball and launch themselves into objects at high speeds while sustaining little damage. 

Chakara - Super strength, name speaks for itself, she has super strength on the same level as Higari, only person thus far to beat him in an arm wrestling match

Suru - Blowtorch (made up), can produce flames from the metal caps on the ends of her fingers, she can control how hot, large and powerful these flames are 

[ladyanput]

Seeing Green Ch.11

I gave zero fucks this chapter. I promise I'll make up for it in the next one.

---

    Marinette stared down at her cell phone with a blank look, before she took in a deep breath, raising her gaze to Bruce, who was sitting across the table from her. She and the Waynes were seating in the dining hall, with the kwami from the Miraculous box flying around, exploring everything they could get their tiny hands on.

    “Mr. Wayn- um, Bruce? I was thinking, since you said you were going to get the Justice League in on the entire Paris situation, I want my team in on it too.” Marinette said firmly as Alfred set down a delicate china cup in front of her, filled with fragrant, flowery tea. 

    “You have a team? I thought you just had the pervy cat.” Jason rose a brow, his hand clenched tight around a mug of coffee. He had been tense ever since they had returned to the manor without Eva, but was holding himself together rather well. 

    “Oh, I have three other members in my team. Queen Bee, Viperion, and Ryuko.” Marinette sipped the tea, then hummed in approval. She motioned to Wayzz, who made his way down and indulged himself in some of the tea as well. “They are keeping Paris safe while I’m away. I find it odd, from what they’ve told me there has been no akuma attacks in the city since I left.”

    “Maybe the crazy butterfly man is taking a holiday?” Tim snorted as he downed his coffee as well, ignoring a glare from Damian. “Or maybe he left the country?”

    “Angel, are you sure Paris would be safe if you brought your team here and left the city unattended?” Damian reached over and gently took her hand, lacing their fingers gently. He smiled at her and gave her hand a gentle squeeze. “I just mean that, I wouldn’t want anyone hurt.”

    “I’m sure. A lot of things need to be done now, thanks to all that’s happened.” Marinette got to her feet, a determined look on her face, her blue eyes sparking with a fierceness. “I need to find Hawkmoth, I need a stable team and I just want this all over. I mean, first I need to find a new Black Cat holder, then I need to introduce Lady Vixen to the team, and hopefully Alya won’t be akumatized, and-”

    “Miss Marinette.” Alfred quieted her by setting a hand on her shoulder when he noticed the girl had begun to tremble. The older gentleman gave her a kind smile and a gentle pat on the shoulder. “There is no need to fret for now. Just take a deep breath, your parents are on a flight over here, remember? They are due to arrive in a few hours, perhaps you should just take some time to collect yourself? You were just faced through many traumatic incidents in only a short week, so I suggest just laying low for at least a day?”

    “Alfred’s right. If you get too worked up right now, you’re going to overexert yourself, maybe even make rash decisions.” Bruce gave the girl a kind smile, then after a moment of silence, he nodded. “But once your parents are here and settled, you can bring your team here without issue, then we can contact the League. Hawkmoth has tormented Paris long enough and he needs to be dealt with before it gets too far out of control.”

    Marinette visibly relaxed, but then tensed when she heard the sound of someone running. Evangeline appeared in the doorway, clutching the Fox miraculous tightly in her hand and seeming visibly shaking.

    “Eva, what happened, are you okay?” Marinette took a step towards her, but Eva held a hand up, stopping her in her tracks. “Eva?”

    Evangeline was quiet as she went over and embraced Jason tightly, buried her face in his chest and trembled. Jason held her close, concern flickering across his features before he led her out of the room before anyone could say a word.

    Marinette stared after them before she hugged herself tightly. What on earth had happened?

    …

    When Marinette’s parents arrived and rushed to embrace her, the young girl let loose the tears she had been holding in. She wept and sobbed in her mother’s embrace, while her father talked quietly with Bruce, thanking the man for paying for their tickets to get to Gotham.

    “Well I know she would have wanted her family with her after facing such an experience. And the two of you must have been worried sick when you heard that Marinette had gone missing.” Bruce shook Tom’s hand, exchanging a look with Damian as a confused look crossed the parents’ faces.

    “We were never informed. We only heard about it when you called us, Mr. Wayne.” Sabine admitted, fury brimming at the edge of her tone as she spoke. She held her daughter tighter as realization settled in. “We had never been told about the incident with the other villain either.”

    “I-I’m so sorry, Mama, I should have called, I’m so so sorry..” Marinette hiccuped as she tried to wipe away her tears, her nose and eyes red from crying.

    “You mean to tell me Caline never called you? She never once informed anyone of what happened in Gotham?” Evangeline, in a much better state now, looked ready to take something heavy and go beat up one Miss Caline Bustier. “She should have called you the moment she realized Marinette was missing! The moment she knew that your daughter was being held captive with a gun to her head! Tom, Sabine, I’m sorry that I didn’t call.”

    “That’s enough, both of you” Sabine’s firm tone made any more apologies die off both ladies’ lips. “What matters is that Marinette is safe and that horrible boy is in jail. Honestly, I hope his foolish father doesn’t try to turn this around on her.”

    “Knowing Gabriel Agreste, he’ll get his secretary to handle everything while he stays back in his mansion and cries about his missing wife.” Eva commented dryly, crossing her arms and grinning when she heard a giggle leave Marinette’s lips. “Okay, enough of this sappy stuff. I am starving and I think we’ve all cried enough for one day. No one is dead, so let’s get some dinner and talk about our course of action from here, such as getting Marinette home.”

    “But the Wayne Gala!” Marinette blurted out the words before she could stop herself. She suddenly looked sheepish at all of the stares being sent her way, and shifted uncomfortably. “I-it’s in a few days and I was really looking forward to attending. Please? I made Eva and I dresses and everything.”

    “I don’t know…” Tom’s brow furrowed as he didn’t quite grasp why his daughter didn’t want to leave the city where she had faced such horrible things. But when he caught sight of how one of the Wayne boys and his daughter were looking at each other, it clicked, it was the same look he always gave Sabine. The two of them were in love, even if they didn’t realize it yet. “Well… One or two days couldn’t hurt, but afterwards we’re going straight home and contacting the school board about this entire incident. It wouldn’t have happened in the first place if your teacher had been more careful.”

    There were many hums of agreement and Marinette hugged her father tightly, squealing in excitement. She’d get the dream night, one last perfect night with Damian before she had to go home to Paris and deal with the headache that is her class and the torment that is one Lila Rossi.

…

Gabriel frowned as he entered the filthy, disgusting Gotham police station with Natalie. This is why he hated going out in public, people were so disgusting, so sloppy and uncouth. He had to get his son out of here before they all corrupted him.

"Pardon me." Natalie stepped forward towards the reception desk, her face a perfect blank slate as she gazed the woman at the desk now. "We are here to take Adrien Agreste home."

"Are you his legal guardian?" The woman behind the glass rose a brow, before Gabriel stepped forward and showed his ID. The receptionist nodded and pushed a button on the com. "Commissioner, Adrien Agreste's legal guardians are here."

Gabriel felt an irk of irritation as a gruff looking cop stepped through the doors, eyeing the duo before holding out his hand.

"Commissioner Gordon. I take it you're Gabriel Agreste? Sorry that we had to meet under these circumstances." Gordon kept his hand held out, but when he got none in return, he dropped his hand and guided the man back towards the cells, where Adrien was being kept. 

Adrien was found curled up in a corner, looking dazed, his left cheek covered in scratches from Lady Vixen's sharp claws.

"Son, what have you done this time?" Gabriel stepped forward, barely hidden fury being heard in his tone. Adrien raised his gaze and met his father's, allowing Gabriel to see the madness in his eyes.

"Father, I had my Miraculous taken away."

…

Marinette sighed as she stepped into the library and saw Eva sitting in one of the comfy chairs, staring down at her Miraculous with Trixx on her shoulder.

"Evangeline, what happened today?" Marinette stepped forward and nearly froze when Trixx's and Eva's eyes snapped up, both pairs of eyes the same shade of unearthly purple.

"I don't deserve this Miraculous." Eva blurted out, moving to unclasp the necklace, but Marinette quickly moved to stop her, her gut clenching at the sight of the shakiness in Eva's eyes. "Marinette, I'm a loose cannon, I attacked Adrien so easily, I-"

"Why did you, though? I've seen you angry, but never so ready to cause physical harm like that. I mean, it was so out of left field for you." She hugged her friend, giving her back a few gentle pats.

"... My ex boyfriend said the same thing to me. I was trapped because he had me in this horrible abusive relationship and I didn't ever leave because… Because he kept threatening to kill himself." Eva stared down at her trembling hands, before letting out a shaky whimper. "One day I did. And as I was shoving my bags into my car, he came out of the house with a gun. He called me name, put the barrel in his mouth, and-"

Marinette didn't need to know the rest.

"But I saw a therapist and I worked through that shit. He did that to hurt me, to spite me. It wasn't my fault, he would have done anything to control me or to hurt me. So that's why I'm so adamant on you seeing a therapist, sugar cookie." Eva took her hand gently, giving it a squeeze. "It wasn't your fault. It was never your fault, Adrien was bound to do this because no one ever told him no, no one ever taught him right. Yes, like Plagg explained, the Miraculous may have corrupted him, but that shouldn't excuse him from what he did."

Marinette was quiet for a long time, trying to digest those words as she left the library, allowing Trixx to talk to her newfound kit in peace.

Marinette wandered the halls of Wayne Manor, her mind just… Gone. Off trying to process all that had happened to her in only a few days. When she finally came out of her senses, she found herself standing in front of Damian's bedroom door. With a small smile, she knocked.

Damian answered the door, his eyes lit with concern as soon as he realized who it was. But before he could get a word out, Marinette reached up and pulled him down for a soft kiss.

"Thank you. Thank you so much for respecting me." 

"Angel, where did this come from?" Damian let out a surprised laugh as he gathered Marinette close, giving her forehead a soft kiss.

"Today just made me realize that if you find shut that treats you right, you should never let him go." Mari shrugged and smiled, pulling him in for another kiss.

Tim, who decided to exit his bedroom just at that very moment, made a gagging noise and went off to discuss with his brothers that he needed to stop coming across random make out sessions. It was getting utterly ridiculous.

…

Marinette set the Miraculous box down on the coffee table, as the Wayne family watched. She pulled out what looked like a pair of glasses, and smiled as Kaalki gave her a muzzle, then opened up a portal.

Out of the portal stepped Chloé Bourgeois, Luka Couffaine, and Kagami Tsurugi. The trio brightened at the sight of Marinette and rushed forward, old friends hugging onto each other for dear life.

"Are you sure the League will listen this time?" Kagami took a step back, wearily eyeing Bruce Wayne. "They've been ignoring our calls for years."

"They'll listen, we'll make them listen if it's the last thing we do." Marinette said firmly.

Soon the entire team was down in the Bat cave, facing the monitor. Ladybug stood with Ryuko, Queen Bee, Viperion, and Lady Vixen as the Justice League came onto the screen.

She forced a smile as she introduced herself, and fought back tears as she thought of the partner that would never be introduced.

If only she had been stronger, she could have saved him.

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[makoto-naegi555]

Dragonronpa chapter 16

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28144008/chapters/78156926 

And so makoto and siramay where continuing to wait for escape to be at hand growing weary.

Makoto: how much longer

Siramay: wait and hope makoto wait and hope.

Before makoto could think too much he heard the strum of an instrument as he saw siramay playing

[SIRAMAY] Makoto's luck was really out His spirit and his fortune low Alone he sat, alone he thought Of happy times he used to know [HUSKS] Hey dreamer, don't be so upset Hey Makoto, you're not beaten yet [ALL] Go go go Makoto you know what they say Hang on now Makoto you'll make it someday Don't give up Makoto fight till you drop We’ve played the game and you come out on top.

Makoto: what does that mean?

Siramay: well think about it makoto, I come from the multiverse where anything’s possible yah? so if you think about it, it only makes sense there’s a universe where your story is a video game for all to play.

Makoto: really?

Siramay: yes! And you’re the protagonist in fact that’s how I saw you the first time from that screen you where great! Sure some chumps think you’re boring but there wrong!

Makoto: I’m probably not the best protagonist though.

Siramay: nonsense! we’ve all saw you strive and conquer in that game and while this universe will branch away from cannon we still believe in you makoto! We know you can rise and beat the mastermind when no one else could! So there’s only one thing left for you to do.

Then he started chanting

[SIRAMAY, ENSEMBLE] Go ma-ko-to Go ma-ko-to Go ma-ko-to! GO MA-KO-TO!!! Go, go, go Makoto you know what they say Hang on now Makoto you'll make it someday Sha la la Makoto you're doing fine You and your great hopes ahead of your time Go, go, go Makoto you know what they say Hang on now Makoto you'll make it someday Sha la la Makoto you're doing fine You and your great hopes ahead of your time GO MA-KO-TO

Then siramay got up and started dancing all over

Makoto: what are you doing?

Siramay: whats it look like? I’m dancing the despair away! come on makoto dance your despair away to!

[HUSK] GO MA-KO-TO

And with that makoto got up also wiggling around trying to dance the despair away

Siramay: yeah! You go makoto!

[HUSK] GO MA-KO-TO

And so makoto and siramay both joined together in a grand weird dance to fend of despair.

GO MA-KO-TO GO MA-KO-TO GO, GO, GO, GO, GO, GO, GO, GO! Makoto you know what they say Hang on now Makoto you'll make it someday Sha la la Makoto you're doing fine You and your great hopes ahead of your time Go, go, go, go, go, go, go Makoto you know what they say Hang on now Makoto you'll make it someday Sha la la Makoto you're doing fine You and your great hopes ahead of your time

[SIRAMAY] Ahead of your time [MAKOTO] Ahead of my time [SIRAMAY] Ahead of your time [MAKOTO] Ahead of my time [SIRAMAY] Ahead of your time [MAKOTO] Ahead of my time [SIRAMAY] Ahead of your time [BOTH] Ahead of my time [SIRAMAY] Ahead of your time [MAKOTO] Ahead of my time [SIRAMAY] Ahead of your time [ALL] Ahead of your/my

But then suddenly they heard a loud rumble as they all looked up to see something fall from the sky.

Makoto: what was that!?

Siramay: YOUR SALVATION! its kyoko! now breath in for this last line [ALL] TIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMMMME!

After that makoto went to investigate the trash to find out its kyoko! She came to save him and even brought food how sweet… oh I guess that makes my food redundant eh he still needs breakfast a days past anyway, then makoto scarfed it down then they talked kyoko apologized for setting up makoto cause kyoko herself was set up, course makotos a sweety and forgave her as they talk about how the mastermind stole her memory.

Kyoko: That being said, there was a limit to what I could do by myself. Which is why I asked you to help me.

Makoto: But...why me?

Kyoko: Because among everyone, you were least likely to be the mastermind. That was just intuition, but...

Makoto: I-I see... Your intuition was right, though. There's no way an ordinary kid like me could've been the mastermind.

Siramay: now if only you where the mastermind so you could spite her.

Makoto: why!?

Siramay: I like spiting people.

So makoto continued to talk to kyoko and she finally remembered her talent the ultimate detective bum bum buuuuum and the headmasters her father, bum bum buuuuuu, so kyoko investigated a lot said the point of the trial was to kill her.

kyoko: The mastermind is adamant about following the rules, and with that rule in place, they couldn't step in. Since they couldn't kill me themselves, they tried to use the class trial to do it.

The mastermind couldn’t step in because of the rules? That makes it sound like...the mastermind themselves is somehow bound by the school regulations.

Siramay: id use the term “bound” loosely makoto they did try to kill you Afterall, there as bond to the rules as a story genie you know because genies are all like “I shall give you whatever you want” and so you are like “I wish I was hot” so they set you on fire because you said you wanted to be hot so technically they granted your wish but they are trying.

So they went on about how makoto could have died.

Kyoko: I can hear them, you know. The footsteps of the god of death.

Makoto: What...?

Kyoko: I can hear the god of death as he moves. That ability naturally draws me into cases, just like this.

Siramay starts tap dancing.

Kyoko: ???

Siramay: hahaha I should stop kidding around, let her continue to talk.

So basically she talks about the whole fiasco and the other ultimate despair, well the true ultimate despair but they don’t know that.

Kyoko: ...what happened a year ago--the biggest, most awful, most tragic event in human history.

Siramay: no no! its the biggest… most awful most tragic event! IN HUMAN HISTORY!!! jazz hands

Kyoko: They're the root of all the evil that has forced us to go through this. *That* is the Ultimate Despair. And that is our real enemy.

END CHAPTER

And then there where 6

Witch brings us to chapter 6!

he Ultimate Despair... A group of people who caused The Tragedy one year ago... Those same people put together this killing game and began broadcasting it around the world. The most desperately awful group of people ever... *That* is the mastermind's true identity. Our enemy has finally been revealed... But right now...

you gotta get out of the trash! and take a bath boy you smell.

so then they went to the door and began climbing A LADDER not me though because I can do this little thing called flying siramay said floating right next to makoto who was gradually climbing the ladder

CHAPTER 6

And so makoto and kyoko began talking about everything really as they talked about kyokos life story.

Siramay: talk about daddy issues, like man like wow.

Makoto: yeah…

Siramay: so, nearing the end aren’t you?

Makoto: that’s what you say.

Siramay: so I guess we should talk since it could be the last time we do personally talk.

Makoto: huh?

Siramay: yeah after you beat zetsu and get out of here I have to leave on my own path who knows when we could see eachother I think it be a few years.

Makoto: a few years!?

Siramay: yeah being a king of villains is a busy job even with being all powerful and immortal so much work, but that’s ok cause the work keeps me stimulated and fulfilled, and that’s like an important factor in life right?

Makoto: I guess, so what do you wanna talk about

Siramay: well that’s the thing I have so many things I want to say to you, but my memory is bad, so I kept on forgetting to tell you because we just got distracted by something else so uh just let me try to grab them …. So hope and despair ay?

Makoto: is it ok to say despair.

Siramay: we’re in the trash shoot he can’t hear us! …she cant hear us? They cant hear us? Hear us? eh but it’s beside the point you know I just think it’s weird.

Makoto: whats weird

Siramay: your worlds twisted definitions on hope and despair that’s what! like I mean look at your definition of hope its like, to keep moving forward and to face adversity head on right? … honestly, that’s noble and if everyone else liked that definition I guess I’d be ok with it but that’s what you think hope is right?

Makoto: right?

Siramay: so what do you think despair is? You think its bad stuff right? You think its all gross nasty evil like zetsu.

Makoto: well….

Siramay: WELL YOU’RE WRONG! All this bad stuff zetsu does aint despair its depravity though the depression is despair because let me tell you the truth of the matter is makoto hope means: a feeling of expectation and desire for a certain thing to happen. and despair means: the complete loss or absence of hope.

That is all nothing more nothing less, but your universe corrupted those ideals you ruined the balance of hope and despair I mean not you personally but your people! The people

Makoto: what? How? Why?

Siramay: well yes they may have those meanings of hope wanting something to happen and despair being no want, but they also have their other halves as most see hope as good and despair as bad but by their other names you’d see fear as bad and love as good, maybe but hope is fear and despair is love in a way.

Makoto: that makes no sense.

Siramay: yes it does makoto you just need to use your mind and think after all there are many articles about said subject and how hope and fear are just two emotions on the same face… metaphorically not literally after all the Greeks stated it themselves did they not?... did they not? But yes they are two faces of the same emotion it really just depends on the… the whats the term, influences I’d say it depends on what influences your mind whether the desire s that of hope or that of fear. Do you see what I get at?

Makoto: I guess but in a way love is desire but there’s no desire in despair so how they would work.

Siramay: well that’s where your wrong they fit quite well when you think about it after all when you are of true love you stop wanting because you have after all witch is no desire since you have what you desire and now just experience having it but that’s not what I’m talking about this whole topic came from a dream.

Makoto: a dream?

Siramay: yes I was gonna tell you the dream but with all the stuff happening it slipped my mind as so many things do but it was one of my many odd dreams where many things happen with no explanation, water parks, malls strangers who say there my friends and most importantly a testing facility using people as guinne pigs I recall sneaking in and being caught after in witch they sent me in a simulation though I can’t recall what happened in the situation but it was tragedy with a happy ending I recall cause I remember floating with someone I cared about on wood with hope we’d have a better life after the fiasco we just did, whatever it was, you see cause after that the head set was ripped of my head as I saw a mad scientist, both figuratively and literally hahaha he went off on me on a bunch of stuff I wasn’t paying attention to but he said something very important he said to me “you cant have an ending of hope and love those are conflicting ideal!” the rest of the dream went on but that line did make me think when I woke up you know? Hope and love conflicting ideals? How odd a statement cause Afterall if anything hope, and despair are the conflicting ideals unless what he was saying was love is despair? Or would It be despair is love? But thinking about it that actually made a lot of sense but I’m afraid I can’t go on about this tangent, but I will say one thing once you meet the mastermind you’ll understand exactly what I meant when I said love and despair are the same  you can’t have one without the other there like twins or lovers or twin lovers!

Makoto: no

Siramay: ok not the last one but lovers definitely

ah yes hope and despair, fear and love the two angels that balanced the universe before everything went wrong.

Makoto: what?

Siramay: well makoto you know that stuff about you being an angel? Well as I am an ALL-POWERFUL BEING WHO CAN BEND THE FABRIC OF THE UNIVERES and make it a lovely sweater for you to wear I think I found some of your worlds history to back up that clam. you see once upon a time in the beginning of the universe the great creator had two beings, angels some say but I digress their names where nozumo and zetsu.

Makoto: but isn’t that-

Siramay: EXSACTLY I had a reason after all, and they helped create the universe and bring it to balance, and oh how they loved eachother… but zetsu felt unappreciated by the world so he fell to darkness and the balance of hope and despair where corrupted to what they are now as zetsu was banished for his crimes and never got to see nozumo again but they still loved eachother greatly its stated in prophecy that their souls are constantly being reborn till the day they can be reunited again, don’t you see makoto all that talk about you being a angel maybe its not just a comparison of your purity maybe you are the reincarnation of the great angel nozumo!

Makoto: what! No that has to be impossible.

Siramay: well I don’t think so I mean after all I’m a king of villains, but there’s a reason I care about you despite that tittle and its your purity, man heroes have a sense of upright self-righteousness, but they never really hold out and it leaves a bitter taste in my mouth and a fire in my hands at their hypocrisy! They are filled with sin that I must punish! But you are different, I look at you and you are so genuinely pure you are truly one of the golden ones.

Makoto: golden ones?

Siramay: eh it’s a name I made up but despite your rarity I have met another man like you he was a handsome fellow he was with wonderful black hair his name was soot and his heart shared your purity, sure he is considerably different more rambunctious and lively but I could still feel that same purity in him, all loving, forgiving and willing to care for all even if others won’t, oh how I loved him… sadly it didn’t work out but he was so pure and his universe shared a level of pureness that despite my villainess I respected the lack of corruption in that world and would hate if others corrupted it so I vow to protect his universe for his sake and I feel that same need with you! Just looking into your eyes I have this sense of not wanting to be evil and if everyone was like you I probably wouldn’t, but sadly many people aren’t like you there are many cruel people and suffering people. And I must bring an end to that. But yes you are so pure, kind and compassionate I care about you greatly and I feel a great pain in my soul if something bad where to happen to you, you make me see how the world could be in spite of the way that it is! now makoto I just want to make one thing clear when I say I care about you. If someone ever hurts you or causes you to suffer… I will make sure that person regrets ever being brought into this universe because you don’t deserve to suffer, and I’d hate to see that.

This scared makoto a bit wondering what siramay would do to said person.

Makoto: p-please don’t cause anyone to suffer on my behalf.

Siramay: ah don’t worry buddy as long as they don’t hurt you I won’t hurt them, after all I find all that despair, depravity, suffering whatever to be quite… dull.

Makoto: you do? But aren’t you evil?

Siramay: makoto just cause I’m evil dosent mean I’m a jerk, personally I’m quite honorable with these things… I think, but yes I don’t enjoy the pain and suffering stuff its just delaying the inevitable really and it makes me uncomfortable especially the ones out of my control after all I am an almighty all-powerful being who’s traveled the multiverse so I’ve seen lots of suffering and I can safely say… siramay was trying to force a word out of himself and stayed silent for a bit.

ITS BORING!

Makoto: ah!

This startled makoto who almost fell but siramay summoned another hand to push him back.

Siramay: I MEAN ITS ALL THE SAME MAKOTO, YOU HURT SOMEONE THEY SUFFER THEY GET SAD OR MAD OR BOTH AND IF YOU CONTIUE THE PROCESS THEY WILL DIE ITS ALL THE SAME ITS ALL THE SAME! WHATS THE POINT OF WATCHING SOMEONE SUFFER LIKE THAT its exhausting I already know they will suffer so whats the point like I don’t care what she said about “despair being unpredictable” SHES A BIG FAT LIAR if you can’t get 2 from 1+1 and learn if you cause someone to suffer they will be sad then I think you might be lying about being ultimate smart cause that’s just really stupid if that’s what you enjoy! if anything I do find the hope more interesting sure I know everything will work out in the end, but peoples hopes to have different emotional flavors makoto! Just seeing someone at the lowest of low when all hope seems lost and your like “oh whats gonna happen how they gonna make it out” and you see that determined look in their eye like OOOOOOUUU see that’s the problem with today’s heroes there getting more depressed like look at how depressed and edgy they are if you’re that depressed please lose so the villain can at least get there happy ending I know they won’t waste that! Or worse! The hero starts out optimistic but then because of the story they get depressed I feel betrayed! What happened to the hero that believed the best could happen, you dirty liar you betray my heart?

But your special makoto! You look death in the eyes and still smile in the name of hope makoto can I tell you something about your future.

Makoto: …..what?

Siramay: you go through some sad things that’s a fact but, even though everything you face, even with all that’s happened and how much you’ve grown and changed by the end of everything you are still you you are still makoto naegi the hopeful boy that walked through the gates of hopes peak from the start and the fact you can still stay strong like that…it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life.

Makoto: ….really?

Siramay: yes makoto so though I know you are a humble man don’t forget you’re a great guy.

….you know all this talk reminds me of zetsu… the mastermind zetsu not the fallen angel one.

Makoto: what about them?

Siramay: well like I said I believe their whole reason for loving despair to be a bold face lie especially with all they’ve done in their evil plan I mean look at all the bad stuff that’s happened and I knew would happen just shows despairs predictability! But uh that’s not what I mean you see you saw yourself zetsu left many openings and holes in their plan, and while I as a villain find it foolish I know why they do it they said themselves they want to see if you can win make it a fair battle since there super smart, they could have rigged it to be impossible, but they didn’t.

Makoto: wait so we only got this far because she let us?

Siramay: no! well kinda, but don’t disqualify yourself makoto you not dying was completely unpredicted, along with many other things you did but ask yourself makoto, why would they do that and limit themselves.

Makoto: because you said they wanted it to be fair.

Siramay: well yes but actually no cause the way I see it a rigged game is more despair than a fair one just to think it’s all for nothing, oh the tragedy. But they made it fair cause they wanna see if you can win now think about it what would they gain from you winning? nothing! Sure from what I know about them if you asked they’d spout some dumb stuff about “despair of losing” but… call me a fool but I think shes actually hoping you’ll beat her.

Makoto: what? But why would they want that?

Siramay: they feel despair from this to makoto, if you beat them they won’t have to make anyone suffer anymore. No one was able to beat them but maybe you can.

Makoto: but if they don’t want to do it they why don’t they just stop.

Siramay: do you ask an alcoholic why they don’t stop drinking? Or a smoker to stop smoking? or a drug addict why they don’t stop taking drugs?

Makoto: …

Siramay: exactly There is neither happiness nor misery in the world only the comparison of ones state with another nothing more Without hope despair wouldn’t exist because it's very being is measured by hope sure it's the absence but if it were to not exist at all then who's to say despair exists it's like knowing you’re not evil but if evil didn’t exist I can’t call yah good like hope to what I mean to say is Without night who's to say the light is bright?

Oh but look at the time where at the top welp time to make your grad reveal makoto! Oh and one more thing when you do face off against zetsu ask questions but don’t ask if you want an answer ask questions for what she will answer cause there’s no evidence she will say the truth or even anything that makes sense but if you just stop and think about it they actually do say a lot about her even if it’s not what you were asking.

And so makoto finally reached the surface world in the trash room and then kyoko tell makoto to reveal his presence to monokuma talking on how the mastermind is ensnared and so they planned to go to the gym.

Siramay: ok makoto you gotta be strong and intimidate the mastermind show they you know no fear you have seen the face of death and survived.

Makoto: how am I soused to show that.

Siramay: hmmmm……. OH I KNOOOWWW

And so siramay told makoto his plan as makoto went to the gym.

Makoto: whats up guys? I’m back.

Monokuma: what the- you can’t be here. You’re dead. I literally saw you die!

Makoto: death is a social construct.

Siramay: OOOHH HE GOT YAH GOOD MONO! AHAHAHAH

And so monokuma and kyoko where debating makotos life and what it meant if he was killed again and accused monokuma of killing mukuro (the truth) and kyoko went on a bluff about hope and despair and peoples viewpoints witch I guess is a way to look at it I supposes as they were prepared for a final showdown and monokuma excepted of course but it was not just for the mystery of mukuros killer no it was also to find out all the mysteries of the school as we knew it!

Kyoko: When we've uncovered every last truth, how will the Ultimate Desberry reveal their own desrose...?

Makoto: do we really have to do that?

Siramay: I’m not giving monokuma the victory of me saying it one more time.

Monokuma: how dare you try and stifle my metaphorical robotic bear erection!

Makoto: I honestly can't believe how this has all turned out...

And then kyoko asked once more on the rules but while they beat around the bush I shall write in ink their statements if the mastermind is to get caught and in turn lose this trial, like every other failed blacked of the past trials they will die and just because they have status of being the big bad does not change their fate if they are to lose cause there a student to and other hidden things said but I won’t say those.

Monokuma: I'm done talking! I got nothin' left to say to you! So get lost, would ya!?

Makoto: Why so mad!?

Kyoko: He seems...emotionally unstable.

Siramay: NO KIDDING!?

And so makoto was free and they left so makoto thanked kyoko then they talked about how monokuma said this was displayed on the airwaves and how that proves he wants to prove something basically kyokos hypnotists on the mastermind but as its different from my own I will omit it and while this is a case of confirmation bias I as the king of villains do not care for this ethical dilemma and so they planned to meet the others, so they went to the dining hall and saw monokuma.

Monokuma: Skrgh@yaGfew, anji&\krakAW;! fzzlbRff#[]

Makoto: You again...

Monokuma: Hrskzzzz_dat.; EgspllER103.2.1.255

Makoto: Is he...broken?

Siramay: HAHAHAH their mad, you should see the look on their face! There all like

Siramay then pulls out a keyboard and starts smashing their face on it.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Hhhahahahahahahahah oh I love it!

Kyoko: I suppose his emotional instability reached its limit.

Siramay: oh sweet innocent naive kyoko, THERE STABILITY IS GONNA GET MUCH WORSE HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAH quite the downward spiral.

Monokuma: aG^3. 4sum=(SEN|akt~____ 61!

Then monokuma left

Makoto: Jeez... What the heck?

Course all emotion began to rise with the reuniting of the survivor gang all glad to see makoto alive! though sadly they all backed away cause makoto was stinky from the trash.

Siramay: but you should shower makoto who wants to beat the mastermind all stinky like that.

So they all talked and reunited and then they went to important matters on how it was almost the final showdown to defeat the mastermind once and for all, so it was there job to search and find to discover the  secrets that lay barren or die trying though makoto was hopeful, but kyoko less so because they suspected one of them was the mastermind (though not true), but I digress then monokuma unlocked every room for the gang to investigate and then people started splitting up.

Siramay: don’t worry makoto you got me to help yah solve the mysteries of the school! And I got your back!

And so it was time for the final investigation bu bu bu bu bu bu bu bu bu bu bu bu bu it’s the final investigation!

So makoto had to go explore the locked rooms to learn the new lore so first things first he went to the second floor of the dorm room which looked quite like death,

Siramay: mmmmmmm

Makoto: what?

Siramay: with how destroyed these rooms are and with the fact there are 16 students and only 15 rooms I can’t help but have the awful thought in my head that she and mukuro slept together nooooooooo.

Makoto: oh

 there were also lockers but at the moment makoto was unable to open them then we finally got to the headmasters room where kyoko was in there trying to open a secret passage, but she couldn’t unlock the password then they talk about little info about the ultimate despair.

makoto: do you know anything about the ultimate despair?

Siramay: besides the fact their tragic jerks and I feel their name should be instead the ultimate depravity? no at least not anything useful at the moment.

So makoto was thinking on what the password for the computer could be and brought up kyokos name though kyoko did not believe this possibility when makoto tried it, it worked which intensified kyokos daddy issues, so they went in the secret room and while there where other things that looked interesting we had to look at the present in the center of the room witch kyoko warned him about it and when makoto opened it he saw THE BONEY REMAINS OF KYOKOS FATHER

Siramay: talk about an awkward “meet the parents situation” this is probably the weirdest one I’ve seen… well actually… nah nah not now you’ll understand later.

Needless to say this was all crazy but then he saw the tragic photo which made kyoko emotional.

Kyoko: *is angsty in daddy issues*

Siramay: you know zetsu had daddy issues too.

Makoto: really?

Siramay: yeah every person they ever called daddy died by their hands.

Makoto: I don’t like the way you worded that.

Siramay: I don’t like the way I worded that either.

So makoto continued to look for other things he even found an emergency handbook that could open everything. Then kyoko asked nicely if makoto could leave so she could be alone

So makoto left and kyoko was alone ;) to ponder her feelings for her dad.

[KYOKO] You were a sub-standard dad. But the only one I had I grew up hearing. Your evil scheming down the hall But when I look at this thing It makes me wanna sing. Maybe You're not so bad a dad, after all. At my first ever swim meet You stepped on the other teams' feet. At my recital You clapped louder than you should.

But this piece of plastic in my hand Makes me finally understand. Maybe you're not so bad a dad. Not so bad a dad after all

[redfoxwritesstuff]

Clover And Lace, Chapter 1

Happy Friday. Welcome to the launch of Clover and Lace. This idea has been kicking around for almost a year now. It was probably the first story idea to ever come to me as a complete plot and I’m honestly very excited for this one. Let’s all take a moment to thank @winterisakiller who has acted as support, at times beta and a wonderful ear for me to bounce plot points off of all while being trusted with the series’ deepest secrets.  

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC 

Series Warnings: Future smut and cannon typical violence. Mentions of passed sexual assault, child abuse, neglect and death. 

Summary: When Steve feels like the fight will never end he buries himself in his work, running mission after missing and running the team ragged. In a effort to get themselves some peace, he is encouraged to leave the city for a while. What he finds when he does is wholly unexpected.

Sara was everything she appeared to be. A small town artist who was the only daughter if immigrant parents. Her red hair and green eyes could draw anyone’s attention. In Steve’s eyes she was perfectly sweet and unmarred by the horrors of the world. Instantly Steve was drawn to her. She was everything she seemed and had a easy way about her.

It’s a shame she had her secrets. When nothing with Sara is as it seems and lies give way to truth, can Steve and Sara find away to allow their just blossoming love to bloom or will the fire of mistrust burn what could have been to the ground leaving nothing but ashes between them?

Chapter 1

Steve Rogers didn't know what he expected to come of his trip to Akron, New York but he knew he needed to make the trip. It was a few hours drive upstate but he had caught wind of a art exhibit being held for one of their local painters. Word of mouth even was that she was good.

He had a rare day off and Bucky encouraged him to go. Really, he was given the appearance of having a choice in the matter. They said he was at risk of burnout. They said that he did nothing but work, nothing but train and fight. They said it wasn’t healthy.

While that was true there was always a battle to be won, always a enemy that needed to be put down. It was never ending. Even when he took breaks, he filled his time with paperwork. There was always more to do.

He supposed they were right. A part of him knew it even as he jumped on his Harley and made his way out of the city. It felt odd to be out of the city and relaxed. Steve didn't want to admit it, but he couldn't remember the last time he had fresh air to breath and the peace to actually enjoy it.

If he was going to this exhibit, he may as well try to the event. He had always enjoyed art, when did he give that up? And so just like that Steve decided to start enjoying things again. Starting with the ride to Akron and looking at paintings by some no name local artist who some said could make a name for herself, he would learn to enjoy things again.

Sara Wilson penned her name to one last canvas and frowned down at it. 'Sara Wilson' it read. How she hated the name. Yet she long ago stopped entertaining the idea of taking a name she would like. Names changed with time. For her they always did and always will, one way or another.

“Sara, dear! We need the last of them to hang.” The hearty voice of the old woman who owned the cafe below called from the stairs.

She would rarely come up- her knees and back ached making it nearly impossible for her to climb the stairs or so she said. It was one of the reasons she let Sara rent the upstairs apartment so cheap. Yet as the old woman got more and more comfortable her knees felt up to tackling the stairs more often and she would visit with Sara.

Sara always liked Mrs. Jones and when she told her friends in the big city about Sara's art somehow she ended up putting on a show. It was never a good idea to draw attention to herself but she didn't want to disappoint the old woman who gave her so much kindness and understanding. Mrs. Jones never asked the hard questions about Sara's past, the questions that would always be avoided and redirected.

It took a few more hours to set up the show. Watercolors littered the walls around them in the cafe. Snacks were ready, drinks were ready and the cafe even had a barista in to man the espresso machine. People came, people went and Sara was growing tired of dodging questions about who she was and where she came from. Some people bought her art, some did not and it didn't matter to her one way or another.

Then, she saw him. When he walked in, Sara about dropped her glass. Tall and blonde, he was perfection walking. While many women fawned over tall, dark and handsome she had always preferred the lighter look. Maybe it was just that she was hiding from her own darkness that she didn't want it mirrored in her partner.

Not that she would ever truly have a partner. Not wanting to get caught looking at him for too long, she turned quickly and made herself busy as best she could. If she was lucky he wouldn't see her and she wouldn't have to try and talk to him.

Steve however had his eyes trained on her almost instantly. The motion of the white of her dress caught his eye as she spun on her heel to face away. That was well enough for him as it gave him a chance to take her in from a distance without looking like a creep.

She wore a lacy white floral print dress that dusted over her knees and simple rose heels. The cut was classic and flattered her frame. Auburn hair was curled loosely and cascaded down her shoulders. Light skin looked to just be kissed by the sun enough to give it color but she was still fair.

“Her name is Sara,” The voice of a old woman startled him. “if you'd like to pick your jaw up off my floor and go talk to her. Keep drooling and you’ll leave a puddle on my floor for me to slip on. You want me to break a hip, Boy?” When the old woman came up next to him, Steve had no idea.

“Thank you Ma'am but I'm just here to look at the art.” He really didn't have the life to be getting involved with someone. And truly whoever Sara was she deserved a whole life.

“Son, you seem more keen on admiring the artist over the art.” With a raspy laugh, the woman patted him on the back and left him be.

Steve had half a mind to tell the woman he was old enough to nearly be her father but she seemed to not recognize him. Sara was the artist?

Steve stood back and watched her for a few moments longer as she turned and spoke with another man. Over the small crowd he could hear the melody of her laugh, it sounded almost like wind chimes. Before he thought better of it his feet carried him forward.

“Hi.” Steve spoke simply when she turned to him.

Bucky would have been proud that he had at least he managed to say that much without stammering. She was beautiful. Pale skin and dark green eyes greeted him. Her petal pink lips turned up in a smile.

“Hello.” Was all she said in return as she took him in.

His blue eyes and light brown hair made him look all American. If he spent too much time in the sun, did the strands bleach blonde? Sara wondered if she got closer, would he smell of apple pie?

“I'm Steve. Steve Rogers. You, ah-” There you are old boy- stammering in front of a pretty face yet again as he held his hand out. “These are yours?”

“Sara Wilson. Yeah, they are mine.” She couldn't help the smile when rather than shake her hand as she expected, he took it to his lips and kissed her knuckles before releasing it. It was such an old fashioned gesture that it brought a blush to her face.

“You do beautiful work, Miss Wilson.” Steve made a point to look around, trying to ignore how cute she looked with her flushed cheeks.

“Please, Sara is fine.” She rested her hand on his arm as she spoke. “And thank you. It passes the time.”

“Your accent, I can't place it?” Steve felt rude for asking, but it was just a hint of an accent that seemed to make her words float away on the wind.

“Ah, my parents are from Europe and traveled around so much. I was born here however it seems to stick.” She smiled and hoped her eyes wouldn't betray her lie or that he wouldn’t ask if ‘here’ meant this little town or just stateside. As much as she had tried to school her accent over the years, it still gave her away as different.

“I like it.” Steve admitted, cringing slightly as he processed his own words. Sara just smiled at him.

“Would you like a drink?” Sara looked around as if a drink would come to her before leading him to the refreshment table. Mumbling a thanks, Steve followed close behind.

“I, ah-.” Sara was amazed how her brain seemed to shut off as she waved her hand dumbly at the table full of drinks next to the coffee bar.

“A beer is fine. I mean, great.” Steve plucked the beer up and made quick work of taking a long pull from the bottle. If he was drinking, he couldn’t say anything else stupid. At least, he was counting on it to keep his mouth occupied while he tried to remember how to talk like a human being.  

Somehow, they passed the next few hours chatting away seemingly about nothing. Sara found that he did not actually smell of apple pie, when they stood on the balcony overlooking the lake behind the cafe.

The wind shifted and she was just close enough that she could smell the rich scent of his aftershave. He smelled of sandalwood and a hint of pine, not pie it turned out. She learned much about him. He liked apple pie and pumpkin spice. Even now, she still could swear he was everything good about America, right down to being happy to talk about shallow topics and his own likes.  

Steve didn't notice much when he was with her. His attention was wholly focused on the way her hair danced in the breeze and how the setting sun made her eyes sparkle. They were so close, standing next to each other leaning on the railing that he could feel the warmth of her arm. Again, the wind shifted, stronger this time and he was mesmerized as her hair danced in her face.

He listened to her laugh as she tucked the strands back behind her ear. The sweet smell of her perfume filled his nose and he wondered if this was what he really needed. If what he needed was to reconnect with the world, not to look at some paintings.

“Sara?” She smiled up at him.

“Yes, Steve?” Oh how his name sounded, floating away from her lips.

“I'd like to maybe see you again. If you wouldn't be opposed, that is.”

She just couldn't get over him. He spoke and acted as if he was from the past. So old fashioned, so respectful. It was a risk, but she wanted to know more about him. It has been years now, she was allowed to have a life. Surely, it wouldn't be that much of a risk?

“I'd like that. Won't you call me from the big bad city?” She deserved to be happy, even if it was for a few fleeting moments.

“I'll do you one better, Doll. I'll come see you. Next weekend, surely there is a place to grab a nice dinner around here?”

“Oh- I ah...” Sara looked away, not sure what to say. This wasn’t something she expected or even dared to dream of.

“How about I just call you?” Steve presses, biting his lip. He didn’t want to let her go. Maybe it was too soon to plan a trip out to see her. Perhaps he was rushing a bit. Things moved so differently now, so fast and yet so slow somehow at the same time. “We can go from there?”

“Okay.” Sara looked down before swallowing the butterflies trying to escape her stomach. She was excited for the prospect of something she didn’t even know would happen. Something she shouldn’t even let happen.

She watched from the front porch as the lights of his bike faded in the distance. Chewing at her lip while she lost in thought, she didn’t hear Mrs. Jones come up next to her.

“He was a mighty fine man.” The old woman sighed wistfully. “A good one too it seems. They don’t seem to make them like that often now a days. Tell me you got his number, Girl?”

“I did.” And that was part of the problem.

Getting attached wasn’t a good idea. Now with the hustle and bustle of the show over and without his nearly intoxicating presence next to her, doubt began to creep in. To ever talk to him again was risky. Was that risk worth a few moments of feeling normal, of maybe being happy? Was the heartbreak of when she had to leave worth it?And she would have to leave. She always had to leave.

“Good girl.” Mrs. Jones praised as she patted the woman she knew as Sara on the arm. “If I was 40 years younger, I’d be all over him.”

“Mrs. Jones, you’d be like 45 if that was the case.” Sara laughed.

“I’d make sure he knows how to use what God gave him.” The old woman winked and she laughed. “Make sure he’s in fine shape for you, Sara dear.”

“Oh god.” Sara shook her head and turned away, trying to hide the blush that Mrs. Jones already knew was there. It took nothing to make her turn shades of pink and oh how that old woman enjoyed teasing her. It wasn’t fair, it really wasn’t.

Rosemary spent the two hours pacing her small apartment. Mrs. Jones wouldn’t let her help clean up, insisting that she did the hard work of talking to everyone today and those ‘big strong Maxus boys’ could do the cleaning up. That left Rosemary plenty of time to think.

Thinking was good and bad. She thought of how she almost liked the way Steve said ‘Sara’. The memory of the way he smiled at her just a little softer when he didn’t realize she was looking made her cheeks warm.

Sitting down on her couch she tried to decide what to do. If she called her brother, she knew what he would tell her. Don’t ever speak to him again. Don’t ever look at him again. It’s safer to be alone.

And he would be right. But she knew right now no one knew where she was. Right now, she was safe. She’d made a life here for the last four months and it was looking like she could remain for maybe up to a year longer. It would be one of her longest stints in one place and it was exciting. But she also knew when she left- and she would have to leave eventually without so much as a goodbye or a look behind, it would hurt all the more.

Unlocking her phone, she spent far too long just looking at his number. She wanted to text him, make sure he had made it back to the city alright. Hell, she wanted to call him and hear his voice again already.

She needed to block the number and delete the contact. No matter how badly she wanted to be normal for a little but. The painting above her TV caught her eye. It was a watercolor of what was a historic looking couple locked in a sweet kiss. It was one of her favorite works and like all of her others, when she moved on from here she would leave it behind.

It made her question what harm could there be in giving him a chance. It was all temporary, just like everything in her life but she could enjoy it while it lasts. Why shouldn’t she get to know what it feels like to love another, even for a little bit?

With a bitter laugh she shook her head. It was a childish wish. A dumb idea. Highlighting the contact she brought open the menu. First she would block the number, then delete it. No more temptation once that was done. It was just a few clicks on the screen.

Steve rode home that night with a smile on his face and a new phone number in his contact list. He had promised to let her know he made it home safe and so he sent her a text message just as soon as he rolled in.

If she knew him as Captain America she had given no indication and that was just fine by him. If she lived under a rock in small town America and only knew him as Steve Rogers he would be all the happier.

“I take it you enjoyed yourself?” Bucky was leaning against the counter of their shared apartment as the front door closed behind Steve.

Tony had offered them a room in the compound and for a while Steve had taken him up on the offer. In time however, Bucky was ready to reach out and become a part of the world again. Being a part of the world resulted in him being open to being a part of Steve’s life again.

The compound wasn’t such a good place for Bucky however. The cold industrial feel of the building seemed to trigger Bucky’s nightmares and seemed to cause them to become worse and though Tony was more than willing to make whatever changes they thought may help, it ended up being better to simply move out and find a apartment for the two of them.

“I met a dame. Long legs, soft hair, beautiful lips.” Steve gushed as he made his way to Bucky and leaned on the other side of the island as he pulled out his phone.

“That so?” Bucky leaned forward, looking at the screen as Steve typed a message that was perfectly fine.

Bucky then watched as Steve deleted the message. And typed a more cheesy message. He then deleted that one and wrote something that sounded far too causal and dismissive and deleted that one. Before he could type yet another message Bucky plucked the phone from his friend’s hands.

“Hey!” Steve squawked in protest as he reached over the island for his phone only to have buck lean back against the far counter.

“No, you’re being a fucking dumb shit. Each message is getting worse. You’re going to end up sending nothing at this rate.”

“I was going to send...” Steve lunged around the counter as Bucky darted around to the other side of the island.

“Send what?” Bucky challenged as he typed quickly on the phone. “Flowers in 10 years?”

“Dammit Bucky, give me the phone!”

“There.” Bucky hit send.

Tossing the phone back to Steve, Bucky rolled his eyes at the way his friend visibly relaxed reading the perfectly acceptable message sent as him. With a chirp the phone announced a few moments later that a message was received.

“What did she say?”

“’Glad you made it back safe.’ that’s it?” Before Steve could begin overthinking things in earnest his phone chirped again. “This one says: ‘I really enjoyed our time today.’”

“Well good fucking job, Punk.”

The remainder of the night was spent rehashing the night with his friend while trying to figure out a plan. It was decidedly the most normal night they had spent in over 70 years.

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Spellbound

-Hanbin x Female reader

-Hanbin’s birthday project (: 

-Hogwarts au, friends to lovers, school life au.

-Spellbound masterlist

 -A/n: Please, please read this with an open mind. I’ve never done anything like this before so I know it’s lacking. I know there are thousands of better Hogwarts au out there but I haven’t found too many for iKON so I thought what better time than to create something fun for Hanbin’s birthday. I tried to include other members in the stories because why not, I love them all (:

Chapter 4: Almost Love?

A soft dreamy sigh fell from the cherry red soft lips of the boy watching his heart’s desire skipping into the night. Hanbin got his eyes glue on the wind blown locks bouncing slightly with each step you landed on the cold step of the staircase leading down into the bottom of Black lake. He stood there staring, smiling from cheek to cheek until the doors finally closed on your disappearing figure. As he turned on his heels and hopped up the steps of the marble staircase back to the dorm room, Hanbin found himself humming badly to the little tune you always hum, reminding himself that the next time he got a moment alone, he’ll ask about it. 

Hanbin shudder at the cold fabric of his PJ brushing against his skin, steamy and fresh still right out of the shower, a grin played hide and seek on his lips, slightly creeping out his roommates. 

“Dude, I know ya’ll like snuck off to make out and stuff but like, can you please stop smiling like a fool?” Jiwon muttered darkly, hand fluffing up his pillow. “It’s scary to see you smile this much.” 

“Yaaaaaa.” Hanbin let out a long whine, much too happy to be bother by the jab taken by his best friend. 

“So you did snuck off to go make out then?” Jiwon now situated in his own bed, heavy blanket weighing down his body as he scrolled away on his phone, no doubt checking Lisa’s Instagram. 

“I wish.” That dumb smile back on his lips once more as his mind floated off in a day dream. “We just went to the courtyard to talk. She didn’t like the crowd.”

“So you thought about it!” Jiwon exclaimed, furiously typing away at his phone but not without sending a sly wink toward the elated boy.

“Wha-” Hanbin thought about protesting but at this point, there was really no use in putting up a protest. “Yea, kind of. We kinda held hand tho...”

“What do you mean “kinda”. You either did or you didn’t.” 

“Well I kinda dragged her toward the courtyard and during the process, her tiny hand may have been held really tight in mine.” A blush crept on Hanbin’s cheeks as he stifled a giggle, recalling the way your hand felt so perfect in his. 

“Hope your hand wasn’t sweaty.” Jiwon quipped, glancing over at the giddy boy heaving a sigh as he laid his back onto the soft bed. Hanbin could neither hear nor care any longer what tease Jiwon had got for him because his phone had just dinged loudly, echoing through the room, coaxing out the heavy beat of his heart. Could it be you?

Hanbin near yelped out loud the second that little star popped up on his screen, hands clutching his phone as if it worth more than his arms or legs or even head. He sunk further into the giant pillow his mom had specially bought for him knowing that it’d help after a grueling day of practice of a sport she honestly thought as a bit barbaric. (Seriously, what kind of sport got a ball that’s like a loose cannon going rouge?)

Somewhere beneath the Black Lake, peaceful and dark just as it should be, a blood curdling scream ripped through the serenity of the damp dungeon. Lisa whom had been suspiciously giddy took a tumble off her bed at the sound, Junhoe and Chanwoo scrambling to their feet before near teleported themselves to your room, wands in hands. 

“What, what, who die?” Chanwoo tore into the room with the force of a growing six foot tall boy, nearly ripping the door off its hinge. Junhoe rushed to aid a grumpy Lisa back onto the bed.

“What is wrong with you? You have got to stop screaming like Voldemort had just made a comeback. He’s not in a boyband you know. And even if he was, he’s permanently disqualified, disbanded.” Lisa sassed with murder glowing in her beautiful eyes, checking a spot where she was sure would bruised to hell by tomorrow’s morn. “If you keep up like this, I’m going to murder Hanbin just so I can have my peace back.”

“Oh, it can’t be that bad. Let the girl be. How often is she going to experience first love!” Junhoe retorted, now working on calming down the raging bear still standing tall in the middle of the room, wand waving about.

“You two try to live in the same room as her.” Lisa grumbled as the two large boys settled beside her “Anyways, what did that dork say that got you screaming like that?”

“He-Hanbin, he...”

“Spit it out before I smash your phone.”

“He sent me a kissy face!”

A collective shriek like banshee in the night tore through the quiet room earning a loud bang from the room next door and a very angry “keep it down”. Hushing themselves, the three nearly crushed your body at an attempt to grab at the small phone you were still clutching to your chest.

“But I think it’s an accident though.” It was almost harmonious in the way they all groan simultaneously at your clarification.

“Well send something back anyways!” Chanwoo urged, and the other two seemed to agree wholeheartedly by the way they were nearly ripping their own head off nodding so furiously.

“Well, what if it was an accident though. You saw how many emojis he sent! Could’ve been a mistake. I don’t want to embarrass myself... He could just be friendly.”

“So what?” Lisa exclaimed in disbelief at your naiveness. “You gotta take every chance you can. He’s hot real estate... Did I use that correctly? hot real estate?” She glanced about to get confirmation but the boys just shrugged, unsure of it themselves. “Whatever, what I’m trying to say is... Mistake or not, you saw how he was with you tonight. The boy was like a lost puppy following you around. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him so nervous and, and...”

“Shy!” Junhoe cut in.

“Yes! exactly, shy. Y/n, you must be really stupid if you still believe that boy is anything but head over heels for you.” Lisa hopped over to your bed, arms supportively around your entire body as she snuggled in close even at your protest.

“Hey, I’m not stupid.” to which she muttered a soft “lil’ bit”.

“What she’s trying to say is, I don’t think there’s anything you could do that’d be embarrassing to the boy. He’d just think you’re cute.” Chanwoo sighed softly at the disbelieving pout you got on your lips. 

“You could be wearing the most horrendous outfit and make up and dance horribly on top of the table in Great Hall and he’d still look at you with those moonstruck eyes.” Junhoe added in, seemingly soothing your heart a bit because the next second you found yourself scrolling through the emoji list beside a very satisfied, giddy Lisa.

“Good choice” She said, and the boys agreed. “Simple yet I don’t doubt he’s screaming right now.”

Despite a bit of a pout that was forming on his lips at the realization that he might not see you until the weekend had passed, Hanbin was still on cloud 9 at the thought of you reaching out first.  Cursing himself for setting such a pack schedule, Hanbin was a bit grumpy as he curled up under the thick blanket ready to turn in for the night when another ding to his phone got him scrambling to his feet. If he could scream this very second, he would but if he does, he’d risk decapitation by Jiwon. The boy got one hell of a swing and no doubt could take someone’s head off. So he bit his lips shut, flailing in the darkness on his own as his soul screamed to the universe outside. 

“What are you flapping about over there, quail?” Jiwon voice tore through the darkness and sent a shudder down Hanbin’s spine.

“Y/n, she sent me a blushy face with a bunch of hearts flying around.” Hanbin whispered even though Jiwon was very much awake. “I wasn’t expecting it at all. I just said goodnight to her.”

“Let me see.” The tall boy sprawl his body, arm reaching in the dark for the only light source illuminating the entire room. After a few second of quiet, with Hanbin hopping in one place on his bed in anticipation, Jiwon finally spoke up once more and Hanbin thought his life was over. “You sent her a kissy face emoji, make sense she sent one back.”

“I did what?” Horror grimaced over Hanbin’s sharp features at the revelation his best friend just made.

“Here, when you sent her a bunch of stars, you sent the kissy face.”

“fuck fuck fuck. I didn’t mean to! Oh god. My life is over.” Hanbin stammered in panic, eyes glued to the little text box only to collapse in embarrassment. 

“Oh man, this is good.” Jiwon wheezed, laughing so hard he was about to pass out. “I gotta text Dongdong and Yunhyeong.”

“Glad you find my pain amusing.” Starfish on his bed, Hanbin felt as though his short relationship with you, all the wonderful moments flashing before his eyes. 

“It’s not a bad thing, you know.” Jiwon added in, confusing the boy further. “Oh wait, Donghyuk is calling!” As Hanbin wallowed in his own failure, Jiwon had picked up the call to a deafening scream of Yunhyeong.

“Shut up, Yunhyeong. Let me talk!” Donghyuk scolded over the phone. “Boy, why are you freaking out? Take this as a good sign.” 

“Yea! a very very good sign.” Yunhyeong’s voice echoed in from the distant through the speaker.

“Told you!” Jiwon exclaimed. “He doesn’t believe me that it’s a good thing. A happy mistake.”

“You guys are insane. Mistake is mistake. How can there be a happy mistake?”

“Because she replied with hearts and blushy face! Do you not realize what that meant?” Yunhyeong voice louder now, probably pressing his whole face onto the receiver.

“If you don’t realize it, you really are as dumb as we thought!” Donghyuk teased and Jiwon nodded silently along.

“Please, just spare me the misery and explain.” Hanbin still down on himself, unable to even realize that you did in fact sent hearts, hearts!

“She sent heart, that meant at the very least, she’s fond of you! And taken into account that she was willing to put up with us all dinner, went along when you dragged her to the courtyard, I think fond is an understatement.” Ever so observant, Donghyuk continued to explain, noting every time you wore blush on your cheeks, the little shy smile and how you had a bit of a scowl on your lips when the Gryffindor’s cheerleader captain had gotten a bit too friendly with Hanbin as the group passed by on their way to see the pumpkins. It was barely noticeable, as fleeting as a dandelion in the wind, but nothing escape Donghyuk’s watchful eyes. 

“She did?!?!?” Hanbin sprung up on his bed like Frankenstein’s monster rising, but a bit too fast because the next second he was on the ground, completely lost his balance. “I- I didn’t even notice.”

“Yea, because your stupid eyes were too glued to Seulgi to notice.” Jiwon chimed in, shuddering at the memory. “I thought lisa was going to eat you alive with the way she was glaring at you.” 

“Lisa? talk about Junhoe. That boy is Slytherin’s royalty so you know he got some dark shit up his sleeves. I swore at one point he nearly put a curse on you, muttering something. I had to fake sneeze to get his attention.” Suddenly it was story time as each of the boy recounted their own point of view of that very moment. “Chanwoo seemed miserable too from what I remember.”

“Miserable is an understatement. His fist was balling up, knuckles were going white before I panicked and put my arm around his shoulders. I think he thought I was just being frisky but really, I was scare for you life.” 

Hanbin hadn’t thought it anything special, he saw Seulgi often during meeting with the madame Hooch because they were the representative of Gryffindor. But then the rep for all the other houses were always there. Lisa and Jooheon for Slytherin, Wonho and Jisoo for Hufflepuff, and last but not least, Jennie and Irene for Ravenclaw. He didn’t think it was such a big deal to say hello to a fellow housemate, especially one he had worked so closely with... 

“Was it really that bad?” Hanbin whispered in the dark, as if fearing the question itself would materialized and hit him over the head if he had spoken any louder.

“What did you think? Y/n didn’t seemed to mind to much aside from the little frown. She was pretty cheery afterward but the other three, I don’t know,  you might wanna watch your back.” Jiwon spoke eerily with a heavy sigh. 

“You two looked really chummy. I don’t know you too well so I think I’m the most qualify to judge here.” Yunhyeong offered up a few words. “I really thought there was something going on between you two, like you dated or something. If you hadn’t been rambling on about Y/n so much, I’d think you have a crush on Seulgi.”

“Yea, mate. I know there’s nothing going on between you two but I was still a bit taken back. Especially in front of Y/n.” Donghyuk mused gently. “Even after all that, she still sent you a blushed face with hearts. It’s a very good thing you accidentally sent that kissy face.”

“Hmm.” There was a moment of silent and the trio worried they had broke Hanbin. “THAT’S IT!” Yet the next Jiwon found himself staring at his phone with confusion as if Donghyuk and Yunhyeong could see his expression.

“That’s it?” 

“I’m going to ask her out tomorrow! I made my mind, don’t try to change it.” Hanbin declared with an overwhelming sense of confident coursing through his blood. 

“We’re not mate. The sooner you can go tell her you love her, the sooner we can stop suffering in all this confusing love talk.”

“You sure progressed fast. You didn’t even realize you had a crush on her until like 4 hours ago.”

With the a last laugh shared between the four boys, sleep took over the small rooms as they bid goodnight to one another. Hanbin stared for a bit at the happy accident on his phone, letting the blue light of the screen illuminate his corner of the room for a moment before closing it, letting his eyes fluttering close. As he drifted off into dreamland, Hanbin was glad for you, and glad to have friends like the guys to support him through all the nonsense of life. He hoped too that soon, they can be happy with the one their hearts beat for, hope that right now as they snoozed away, that their dream will be as beautiful as his. 

The cold air still very much stagnant in the room barely lit from the still drowsy sun, Jiwon stirred under his blanket as the blaring alarm flashed angrily 6:30. Any other weekend and Hanbin would’ve been right there, grumble and muttering cusses under his breath right along side Jiwon despite he himself being the person that set the practice time. But not this weekend. He had been up for ages, prepped and primed for a long day of practice without even being told off by the alarm clock for snoozing it too many times. His phone clutching tight in his hands as he stumbled his way down the stair toward the golden glow of the fireplace. Settling in the closest seat to the crackling embers, Hanbin read then reread the conversation of the night before with a smile on his lips, wondering if it had been too early to text you. In the end, he decided against it for what he needed to tell you was best done in person. He sat there for who knows how long before a sleepy Jiwon finally emerged from the wooden door of the dorm room, hair dishevel as if he had already been practicing for ages. 

“Do we really have to go this early?”

“You ask that every weekend, have my answer changed?” Hanbin retorted, a strange warmth enveloping him in happiness, bright smile on his lips. “The sooner we get this out of the way, the sooner you can enjoy your weekend.”

“Ugh, wipe that smile off your face please.” Jiwon groaned loudly, scratching his head drowsily. “I know it’s because of Y/n but this early in the morning, it just seems like you’re mocking me.” They grumbled and fumbled their whole way down for an early breakfast before meeting up with the rest of the team for another day full of fun, as Hanbin liked to say. Although he wasn’t sure his definition of fun matched that of the rest of the crew but positivity is key to success... Or until they forced tigerBin to come out and scare everyone into their places. Whatever it is, he was certain once those flags adorning the Great Hall fluttered into a shade of crimson and gold, they’d appreciate him. 

Aside from being in a much better mood than he usually was, practice was as practice always had been. They zoomed laps about the field until sweat began to broke over their energetic faces. Hanbin went over his strategies, they practiced and it seemed as though having a crush had done great for the boy because his pep talk was the best one yet this season. Even Jiwon the skeptic found himself nodding along, and at one point, even raising a fist in agreement. Although, there wasn’t anything that could’ve prepare the entire team for the shock that was Hanbin dismissing them early for a perfect practice. None was more shock than Jiwon himself as his jaws nearly to the ground the second Hanbin closed out their practice a whole hour early, a whole freaking hour. 

In all the years they’ve known each other, Hanbin had been such a stickler for his 9 steps prep approved by Oliver Wood himself that everything had to be down to the second. Even one microsecond straying away from the long sheet of paper posted up in their locker room would have detrimental result. Clearly, Jiwon was dead wrong when he made the bet with Donghyuk all those months ago that the day Hanbin learned to loosen up his reign was the day the Ravenclaw boy get to make him slave for an entire day. Best scurry off before Hanbin come to senses and well, the news of this preposterous better and improved Hanbin reach Donghyuk. 

As he waved off the last of his concern teammates (whom were all half considering running straight to madame Pomfrey to ask her to do a head exam of their captain), Hanbin hopped back onto his broom, ascending once more into the sky. As he steady himself near the one of the post, Hanbin got out his wand and enchanted the quaffles to fly at him, much like one of those automatic baseball machine. Normally Jiwon’d be batting his pent up anger at the poor captain but today, Hanbin thought he oughta not receive any black eyes or broken arm if he was to make it to dinner, to you. It was a very important day after all for the undefeated single man, probably the only boy left in Gryffindor never before had a girlfriend. 

Nearly a half hour later and buckets of sweat, not one made it pass the keen sighted captain. Hanbin uttered once more with a wave of his wand to halt the balls from hurling themselves toward the post and watched as they neatly returned back to the basket where they peacefully sleep until the big game. A heavy pant in his chest, Hanbin thought of taking a few more lap, let his overworking heart bask a bit in the cool air of a beautiful autumn afternoon before heading back. Yet just as he was begin to soar away amongst the cloud toward the lake, a sight that had his heart steamrolling over every other senses in his body came right into view. Casual and carrying perhaps too many books and things for one person to have on a lovely weekend, you began making your way up the bleachers of the Slytherin tower. He considered yelling out your name but curiosity got the better of him as he steady his broom, watching from afar as you pulled out that leather bound notebook he had seen so often. 

“Y/n!” No longer abled to bear being so far apart, Hanbin rasped gently your name as he too descended onto the bleacher, broom thrown hastily onto the wooden floor. 

“Oh! I didn’t know anyone was still here! Lisa said there’s a little bit of a gap between Gryffindor’s practice and Slytherin. Sorry if I bothered you.” You replied with that same cute wave he had saw at dinner just the night before, a welcoming smile on your lips despite the apology falling from them.

“No not at all. I stayed behind to practice a bit more, that’s all. And you’re never a bother.” Hanbin a bit red in the cheeks, praying that the drumming of his heart wasn’t so obvious even though he was mere inches away from you. The sudden thought of how close you were and how you smelled so much like roses and jasmine suddenly left Hanbin embarrassed, probably smelling like a sweat soaked sock stewing in the sun for days. He shuffled away a bit, eyes studying your skillful hand gliding the pencil across the blank page, silently cheered as you seemed to not have noticed the stench steaming from his body.

“I climb up here to sketch sometimes. Though I usually avoid being here during practice.” You explained with a glance toward the curious boy, eye closely the beautiful scenery blooming on the page. 

“Ah, explain why I’ve never seen you here.” Hanbin mused gently, the thought of the big question warmed his soul and lighted his heart on fire. He had it all planned out but now it seemed his heart can’t wait any longer, not with you so close right beside him. He bit his lips and stilled his heart, a hand over his chest as he did his best to calmed the erratic beats. “You know, if you fly beyond the field just a bit, the scenery is really nice!” 

“I...” You stared at the blue sky above as if wishing you were amongst the cloud, drifting so peacefully in the soft breeze. “This is really embarrassing, but...” Your voice droned out, a bit of worry laced in between each breath you took and Hanbin felt guilty. He never meant to put you in an uncomfortable situation, at least not consciously but watching your silent admiration for the scenery, the way your chest risen and fallen with each puff of air exhaling, Hanbin felt small. As if he had done something so majorly wrong even though serene and gentle happiness was gliding over your features.

“Ah, sorry. You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to. Forget I asked.” Chuckling awkwardly, Hanbin waved the invisible flies in front of him as if shooing away the past few seconds from existent.

“No it’s not that. I’m just embarrass because you’re... captain and all.” Your voice hushed out into the most delicate whisper, quite like a kitten, cute and soft. Hanbin found himself at the edge of his seat, bated breath as you struggle through each word that painted your cheeks rosy. “I’m not very good at flying... I did enough to pass madame Hooch’s class and honestly, I don’t trust myself on a broom.”

“Y/n!!!” Relief washed over the worried boy as he sighed your name. “That’s nothing to be embarrass about. Flying isn’t for everyone. Just cause I managed not to plummet to death every time I get up there thus far, doesn’t mean that I’d judge you or something.” He couldn’t help the giggle falling from his lips as a result of your very adorably shy confession. 

“You’re just saying that...” For the first time since the boy landed onto the seat, you really looked at him. You stared in awe at the slightly messy and dampen locks, how it bursted out with warmth under the soft sun. His skin glowed so ethereally and it wasn’t the sweat that was now drying, sending a slight shiver down his spine. And it was only now that you had noticed a big splotch of red, raw and painful on curve of his lower lip. “Oh my god, what happened to your lip?” Near instinctively, your hand reached out wanting to dote at the flustered boy but nerve failed you always at the worst moment. Your hand hung awkwardly midair and shock still very much rummage through each and every one of your features. “Did you get hit by a ball? Did Jiwon hit you?”

“This? Now it’s my turn to be embarrass...” Hanbin wanted so badly for your hand to reach its end destination, even scooting forward a bit hoping you’d take the hint. A pout formed on his lips when your hand balled up in a fist before retreating back to your lap. “I fell off my bed last night after talking to you... Pretty stupid injury considering all the crazy stuff I do while on the broom.”

“I’m sure they got something over at hospital wing to fix it?” 

“It’s nothing. I don’t want to bother them with such little thing. I’m sure I’ll be laid up there pretty soon so...” He laughed to ease your worry heart but by the scowl still very much on your lips, Hanbin wasn’t sure he was doing such a good job.

“D-Does it hurt a lot?” You’d give everything to kiss it and make him feel better but alas your relationship wasn’t one so carefree with such intimacy. So instead you reverted back to your original intent, thumb gently petting the area just below his soft lip, heart doing trick when he leaned into your touch. 

“Not anymore...” Hanbin sighed softly, reveling in the way you wore your heart on your sleeves. He was glad he had fell off his bed last night out of exhaustion and he was glad the boys had stayed up to talk to him for never before had his heart see clearer. Hanbin caught your hand in his, basking in the warmth it provided and basking in the way your hand stilled under his fingertips. “Do you want me to take you up there?” He stared up at the sky above, a smile brighter than the sunshine painting the world with its honey rays graced his lips as he nodded toward the broom laying still, patiently awaiting its owner. 

“I don’t want to bother you. I know you said you were busy.” You politely declined but hoped with all your heart he would protest against it, fingers ghosting over the soft skin of his hand still. He grabbed your hand in his, though no longer lingering near his lips but rather comfortably resting on his thigh. 

“Y/n, I already said you could never be a bother to me.” He smiled. “Do you trust me?”

“Yes!” Never before had you been so sure about anything, about any boy.

“That settled it then. If you don’t mind giving me 10 minutes, I’ll shower and be right back!” Mid sentence, Hanbin already got back up onto his feet, not giving you even a second to change your mind. As he ran down the step toward his broom, a smile bright on his lips a the sight of you sitting so still, as if fearing moving even an inch, Hanbin wouldn’t be able to find you. 

True to his word, exactly 10 minutes later, a refreshed captain made his way back toward the seat you had been warming, eyes returned to the new lines and curve you had sketched out. 

“Is that me?” He gasped gently, index pointing at little him zooming about the page above the groves of trees, amongst the cloud. You nodded shyly as Hanbin stared in awe. In the few minutes of absent, all he managed to do was shower and put on some fresh clothes. You on the other hand, had managed to somehow captured his likeness doing the thing he loved most. “Wow, that’s amazing!” 

“You can have it... If you want.”

“If? what do you mean if. Of course I want it.” Oh how much Hanbin wanted to kiss you but instead he settled with putting his arm around your waist and tugging you closer. “You don’t mind if I hang it up in my room?”

“Not at all. Consider it payment.”

“For??” A bit of confusion colored over his features, even more so when you began to giggle at the cluelessness.

“Goodness, are you always this forgetful?” 

“Oh! Right, we’re flying around.” Bit mortified, his head hung low. “I got too excited for your sketch.”

You laughed and it only added fuel to the fire burning on his cheeks. He offered a hand that you gladly took, letting the boy leading you toward his brand new broom that his parents had gifted him (and the whole team even though his mom very much against the sport). 

“Here, I’ll get on first.You’ll be right behind me, okay?” He instructed gently, letting the broom hovered obediently just a bit off the ground as he helped you get on. Your heart beat erratically even though your feet still very much planted on the floor. Hanbin held firmly onto the handle, a bit of nerve was beginning to startled his heart and he was glad you couldn’t see the sweat forming on his forehead. “Hold on tight!” He whispered, hands letting go of the broom briefly before catching yours in them. He pulled your hands up to his hips, patting it there before gently kicked off, much softer and slower than that of what he was used to. “Are you okay?” Head turning back a bit, Hanbin questioned in concern when the gentle hands on his body suddenly gripping tightly. Not that he minded your touch, but the last thing he wanted was for you to be scar with fear. 

“I’m okay. Just, gotta get use to the height.” 

“Don’t look down just yet. Keep your eyes on the sky...” Or me, he wanted to say but at the very last second his poor nerve gave out. 

“Okay, okay.” You whispered to yourself, still a bit terrified now you both had just passed the fluttering flags adorning each tower. “Can I just look at you instead?” You asked and Hanbin nearly fainted. 

He managed to choke down a cough before nodding furiously at your request, wanting nothing more than to look at your face but best keep his focus on the broom. After all he was carrying very precious cargo and he’d die before letting anything happen to you. At the sign of permission, you let yourself refocused back to the soft brown locks and charming jawline. You basked in the fresh scent of pine emanating from the boy that so perfectly matched the cool breeze and soft sun. You stared until your eyes began to water from the whipping wind, not even noticing that he had picked up the speed greatly as you both soared over the fiery trees and shimmering lake. He stopped a few seconds later, steadying the broom before nodding for you to look down at the magnificent scenery below. Though not high enough to say hello to the flock of birds, you could see clearly a few owls stretching their wings, getting a bit of exercising in. In the distant, you could see the billow of smoke coming from the chimney of Hagrid’s hut, the man himself barely a dot moving about in his garden. The orchard of apple burned with the bright crimson of fruits, groups of students flocking for pictures and a few picking. As you took in the scene, your heart forgotten that your feet no longer on the ground and one wrong move could meant a horrible, tragic fall. Yet you felt safe, with one hand still holding onto his sweater and the other snapping a few pictures for reference, your heart swelled thousand times over. 

“This is ridiculously amazing. Thank you!”

“So much better than the towers right?” He quipped, a smile mirroring yours.

“So so much. Too bad I’m too much of a chicken and will probably never be able to do this myself.” You laughed, phone safely tucked away in your pocket before letting your eyes returned to the boy. “Thank you!”

“Anytime you want, I’ll fly you up here.” Hanbin offered and with all his heart, he sincerely hoped your answer would be yes. “And don’t say you’re a bother.” He knew too well, before you could even protest, he had cut you off with a cheeky smile, reaching one hand back to prod at your side. 

“Okay!” Your cheery answer left his heart doing somersaults, tangling itself in a whole mess of delight. 

“But, I have to warn you.” He held a finger up matter of factly, “It’s gonna come with a price.” 

“Oh? Well, I hope it won’t be too expensive because I don’t know how many drawing I could finish for you.” You chuckled at his dramatic display, eyes staring at the far horizon, not at all prepare for what about to hit you.

“Not drawing.”

“No?” Your heart began to drummed in a mixture of nervousness and curiosity. 

“Nope. I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask for something bigger. After all, you pay one time and you get unlimited flying service by yours truly. Not everyone get to fly with the captain, you know.”He teased a giggle from you, earned too was a soft punch to his arm.

“Yea, yea... what’s it gonna cost me?”

There was a moment of silent, the world seemingly ceased to exist and it was just you and him, floating amongst the stars, just staring into each other’s eyes, souls, even with the little mobility he got keeping the both of you floating in the sky. 

“Go on a date with me.” He sighed that heavenly sentence with the utmost ease and effortlessness yet it struck your heart like a freight train, leaving it stammering, skipping a beat. You stared at him, scrutinizing every bit of that handsome face you could and try to find any sign to suggest that he’d hurt you, that this is all just a ploy, a popular captain toying with your heart. You found none. what you did find instead was all the sincerity in the world, all the loving and all the warmth. You wanted so badly to kiss him but the position you were both in, kissing wasn’t permissible so you let your arms wound around his body. Wrapping so tightly, one hand resting on his chest, the other gently on his abs. You let your cheek rest on the strong broad back of the boy and felt his hand creeping up to cover yours, letting his svelte fingers lacing in between. Hanbin sighed in happiness and contentment. He didn’t think anyone could be this happy, an unprecedented surge of joy coursing through his vein. He got his broom and he got his girl, he was floating amongst cloud 9 doing the thing he love most with the girl his heart beat for. There was nothing, nothing better than this except maybe if he could kiss you. 

“So, is that a yes?” You both stayed silent for as long as your elated souls would let you before he needed to hear your voice again. 

“Yes, always yes.” you replied gently. 

“Shall we head down then?” He asked and you nodded against his back, not willing to let go of the warmth shared just yet.

“Thought you never gonna ask me.” You teased a bit, letting the hearty laugh of the boy distract you from the whipping wind against your hair, biting cold against your skin as you both descended.

“What in the world are you talking about? We literally began talking like not even 36 hours ago. What do you mean never?” he quipped with a ridiculously high voice, making you laugh so hard you thought for a second the broom was going to plummet.

“I’m just saying, in those less than 36 hours, someone else could’ve asked me.”

“Oh and you would’ve said yes to them?” There’s no denying there was a tinge of bitterness thinking about you being ask out by someone else. There was no need for Hanbin to be jealous, after all you had just said yes to him and your arms were very much hugging him tightly. But nevertheless, a tinge of bitterness. 

“I could’ve...” 

“Ouch, my heart.” He uttered dryly as your feet landed safely onto the ground. You nearly dived right onto the grass when Hanbin suddenly whisked backward, facing you with his hand held out. “Hi, I’m Hanbin. I know we just met but I’m shit at math and I think you should tutor me but also go on a date with me.” He said in a strange tone, leaving you bending over in laughter. “you’re saying, you’d rather me do that?”

“I’d prefer different wording but more or less... Yea!” 

“You’re... Wow.”  

“Regret asking me on a date yet?” You teased with a few poke at his stomach, yet the smirk you got on your lips wiped away quick when he tossed his broom carelessly onto the ground. One hand on your hip, Hanbin reeled you right into his chest, the other hand brushing away a few stray hair from blocking your face.

“No way. I’d never regret this.” Your lips parted, words forming yet nothing came out beside a breathless gasp when his thumb gently caressed your cheek. Hanbin smirked as your eyes danced about the features of his face, lingering a bit too long on his lips. “I don’t know what you’re trying to do, missy. But if you don’t want to date me, that’s fine. Just say no and I’ll accept it. But there’s no way in hell I’d ever willingly let you go now that I’ve got you in my arms.” He was now focusing on the way your swallowed thickly, pursing your lips perhaps in nervousness, perhaps in hopefulness. Suddenly very aware that those cherry red lips were mere centimeters away from his, and that your eyes were fluttering close, body incredibly stilled in his arms. You got one hand on his chest and the other gliding across his body before settling on the small of his back. The sun painted your skin golden as you awaited his next move, putting your entire heart in his hands. Hanbin pondered upon the taste of your lips, the scent of your perfume like a spell, drawing him closer and closer. He tilted his head to the side, lips teasingly close to yours before pulling away again, nerve failing even though you were waiting so patiently for him. Once more the boy closing in, letting the tip of his nose rest against yours, pulling the softest smile on your lips before the anticipation of it all too much for you to handle. You could almost taste him, hot breath fanning against your skin and his scent left you intoxicated. Your eyes closed yet you could imagine each and every one of his features, so handsome and engrained in your brain. He rested his forehead against yours, tall nose fit so perfectly against yours, yet at the very last second, the growing echo of a crowd left you both forcing your eyes open in panic. 

“We need to put our heads into the game! Just because Gryffindor had been undefeated, doesn’t mean that it will be the same this year.” Lisa’s voice echoed through the space, leaving you heaving a disappointing chuckle, burying your face into his chest. You gazed up and saw a bit of sadness lingered on Hanbin’s face even though he was smiling. 

“Come on.” You grabbed his hand, urging gently before you both turning into a spectacle for the crowd. Sadden, but not at all discouraged, Hanbin followed you along the path leading away from the field, more motivated than ever before. You wanted him, you wanted him to kiss you and now that he got a taste, there’d be no stopping him from trying again. As he watched you giggled your way back to the castle, Hanbin was somehow glad that your first kiss had been interrupted. Something in the build, in the way both of you were so lost in each other that the world didn’t matter was so marvelously magnificent. The moment leading up to a kiss, Hanbin had never believe it when hearing his friends and countless author described it as magical, as fireworks because how could an almost kiss be better than real thing, preposterous he had always said. But now, sharing that moment with you, Hanbin was a believer. Not only so but he was addicted in the almost of his first kiss. His heart bloomed in the way you so trustingly letting him guide you, closing your eyes and let him have his way with you without even a bit of doubt. Would you call him insane if this very moment he said this was almost love?

-Spellbound masterlist