#hopefully i wont disappoint them

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[phagodyke]

really horribly anxious this morning and can't seem to shake it off :-(

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[depresseddepot]

I'm chewing on the walls bc my dm hasn't seen my question about my character's backstory yet and I am trying SO HARD to keep myself on the rails and not run off with something I'm not even allowed to do yet

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Hand In Hand | mapi león

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In which Kennedy Russo and María León have been a couple since Russo debuted at Fc Barcelona in 2020 - this well know to the public - so after the Fifa WWC 2023 the lioness gives insight of the pain caused by the spanish federation, she tells the players story.

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The Call Up

Kennedy’s life since joining Barcelona has been as sweet as it could be, a record breaking transfer from Manchester United, winning league title after league title, winning the Champions League after the heartbreaking defeat the previous year and The summer of 22’ winning the European Championship along side her little sister Alessia.

But the joys of her international careers do not match those of her girlfriends, after their quarter final knockout in the Euros tournament, the truth began to spill about the Spanish Football Federation: the lack of respect for players, the harmful environment and the disrespectful head coach - Jorge Vilda.

María León had always been one to speak her mind, never let her thoughts and opinions be squashed by others. So she did what was right - She took a stand.

Mapi and 14 other Spaniards resigned from the national team, with a dream for change. A dream that turned into a nightmare.

The Federation took no notice of these players.

The game carried on.

So when the World Cup call ups were around the corner, they knew they had to give up their childhood ambitions to win a World Cup, to stand up for what is right.

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In the cozy living room of Mapi León’s home, the couple laid out on the sofa - arms tight around one another. A conversation needed sat unspoken plaguing the air.

“Would you be okay if i played?” a shy mumble left Kennedy’s mouth, she obviously wanted to play as anyone would in a World Cup but she also wanted to support her other half.

María shifted undeath the 27 year old, sitting them up and holding her girlfriends face in her warm hands.

“mi corazón, of course you should play, you’re coming off the back of your biggest international win you can’t give up on your World Cup dream just because of me. That can’t happen, I’ll make sure it wont happen.”

Mapi’s voice was thick with emotion. She hadn’t given up on her dream - simply put it on the back burner - so the fact Kennedy would consider sacrificing hers made her angry. Not angry at her girlfriend, she could never be angry with her but angry with the world that power hungry men like Vilda not only effected her career but the game as a whole.

“Cariño you’ll go, you’ll play for your country, your sister, you’ll play for yourself and i’ll be here cheering as loud as i can being as proud as i can.”

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The Tournament

The older Russo had excelled during the tournament, many sung her praises complementing her performance and goal scoring ability and her link ups with her younger sister.

She was making her opinion know with her now well recognised celebration, creating a ‘M L’ with her hands into the closest camera. A nod to her partner back home.

Getting through to the final was the best night of her career this far, celebrating with her team, her sister and her best friend Lucy Bronze - a women who had shared experiences of world cup disappointment like Kennedy.

To then find out Spain would be joining them well that was a feeling she couldn’t put into words, fear, excitement, being endlessly proud of her spanish friends for making to their first final but most of all anger, anger that María and many other couldn’t have their World Cup moment, anger their dreams had been taken away, anger that selfish men once again had come out on top.

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The Final

{María❤️}

mi corazón, good luck with the game tonight. You’ll play amazing and hopefully you’ll be the one lifting that trophy! te amo! xxx

It was half time and the lionesses were down 1-0, a beautiful goal from Olga had put the spaniards infront. The eldest Russo had been yellow carded in the first 45 minutes for straight up shouting at the spanish head coach - every wrong action he made, she countered with a word to the referee or to his face. It was now clear that the young women had a strong desire to make this match miserable for the man. It’s the least she could do after all the damage he’s caused.

A speech from Sarina and Millie had instilled some determination into the squad but walking back out from the tunnel had been the thing to create a fire inside of Kennedy.

The second half had now been played in until the 87’ minute after a saved penalty from Jenni Hermoso, one in the opinion of Kennedy was well off the penalty spot.

A well timed pass from Lucy Bronze had Kennedy flying past the spanish back line, continuing her run towards Cata Coll, slotting it with a perfect strike into the top left corner.

The crowd erupts, before Kennedy could process what had happened, she had fallen victim to a human pile on- tears of overwhelming joy overflowed from her eyes.

A whistle was blown, a VAR check.

The words ‘possible offside’ had create a looming feeling of fear within the midfielder.

[CHECK COMPLETE: OFFSIDE]

The floor seemed to fall from beneath her feet, breath leaving her chest involuntarily, the spanish chants invading her ear as sobs left her mouth. Arms looked around her frame: Lucy. “Head up Russo we have time, we’ve got to keep going”

Many minutes of added time passed until the final whistle blew, they failed, they had lost. He had won.

Crashing to her knees - in that moment she couldn’t find it in herself to feel happy for her Barcelona teammates, she couldn’t begin to imagine how this would effect María’s international career, she could only feel the guilt seeping in. She was offside. She has ruined the lionesses chance of becoming world champions. She let her country down.

Whilst her time stood still as she laid there on the grass, the world moved on.

A delicate hand was placed in her back and her sister’s floral perfume surrounded her like a blanket of safety. Alessia. Her manicured hands hooked underneath her older sisters arms, pulling her into a sitting position.

All the adrenaline had left Kennedy , making a feeble attempt to support herself only led to her head falling onto the shoulder of her sister, looking for some form of comfort. A comfort she knew could only be provided by María.

It felt like hours that the sister duo sat on that pitch, their shirts now soaked with sweat and tears. A sobbing Lucy Bronze had joined the circle, arm in arm the three walked towards the tunnel of spaniards - who were eager to hold the trophy in their grasp.

The walk was agonising, through the rows of players, to shake hands and then to be bestowed with a silver medal. She like Mapi lived with a ‘second is the first loser’ mentality.

Her time on the pitch concluded with watching the trophy being lifted from afar, her eyes glued in the celebrations of the man she despised.

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The Interview

“So Kennedy tell me how are you feeling?”

She hated interviews, especially after a loss.

“Uh- It’s hard you know. I’ve now had the opportunity to play in three world cups and i’m honoured to have done that but it’s just not a nice feeling to inch closer and closer every time to then fail, in the biggest moment of my career i was offside so… yeah it’s not a nice feeling at all.”

Anyone who was watching the interaction could tell that the Russo women was actively trying to keep her emotions at bay. Little things like tapping her foot, the furrow between her brown, and most noticeable rubbing her thumb harshly across the skin of her wrist - above a fine line tattoo of a lion.

“You are referring to your goal that was not allowed due to it being offside, do you agree with that decision?”

“Well it’s not up to me to undermine the decisions made by the referee, whilst some of them i do not agree with at the end of the day it’s not my job. I guess it just wasn’t in our cards to win today and yeah we’re all disappointed but we’ll come back from this. Train harder, play smarter. Our squad is full of young people who are no where near finished with their world cup dreams.”

“Now we saw you had some confrontations during the game with the spanish head coach, are you allowed to comment on that?”

“I mean i’m probably not but i can say i do not like Jorge Vilda, not as a coach and not as a person. When you are given the role of a head coach it is your job to keep your players safe, to respect your players, to respect the game and make sure your players have a good working environment. He does none of that. He abuses the authority he has been given and i find it disgusting. The RFEF and Jorge Vilda have shown on countless occasions their lack of professionalism.”

“And can i question you on your celebration from this tournament?”

“Of course so, my celebration is for someone back home, someone i said i would play for and i did. It was upholding my promise i made to her and to others that you shouldn’t let someone else tarnish your desire and whilst they cannot be here, i am so i said i���d carry that desire for all of us.”

“Is that in reference to the players of the spanish national team that are not here? You also said ‘she’ and it’s public knowledge that you and a certain Mapi León are in a relationship, did you see play for her”

“Every footballer has dreamt of playing and winning a world cup, and to be able to do that is the greatest achievement anyone could have. We know as players especially as women that things don’t always go our way - but to be able to stand up for what you believe to the scale those women did and continue to do is incredible, i’m so unbelievably proud of them because fear is a big factor in taking a stand. You could protest but if you fear the results, you won’t get anywhere. I stand hand in hand and in full support of those women. The game cannot progress unless there is change.”

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Kennedy Russo - England national player - fined for statement made in a post match interview in regards to RFEF and Jorge Vilda.

In a post match interview after world cup final loss, Kennedy Russo who plays for the England National Team and FC Barcelona was fined by the RFEF for some comments she made on their in her words ‘lack of professionalism’

Whilst Sarina Weigman or The Lionesses are yet to comment on this, the decision was made to send Russo back to Barcelona prematurely.

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Back home

There was no place she would rather be.

A silver WWC medal was sat on a shelving unit above her tv, among other items she had won over the course of her career.

Walking through the shared house towards the bedroom was the most exciting part. Finally being reunited with María after this last month.

Opening the door, a warm light flooded through the windows. Mapi laid asleep under the thin layer of sheets and a little black furball had taken his place on Kennedy’s pillow.

Taking a seat beside her girlfriend, her hand begins it’s course through her bleached hair. Leaning down she places a delicate kiss on her partners neck, seemingly waking her up in the process.

“Buenos días, sleepyhead”.

“Mmm? mi corazón? hola”

María shoots up from her position to wrap her arms around her lover, her face concealed in Kennedy’s neck. Tears of relief are flowing down her cheeks, she had missed this. She had missed her.

Russo shifts them so her girlfriend is sat on her lap whilst Kennedy’s back is against the light green headboard. Whispers of reassurance dance around the room as many kisses are placed on any exposed skin.

“I’m so proud of you Cariño but i’m so glad you’re back”

And while the World Cup had not gone the way anyone had planned, it was alright. This was all they needed - no medal could ever match the love they hold for one another.

wow a non WWE fic, i might start writing some more woso stuff but who knows also i dint speak spanish so some stuff might be incorrect ❤️

[vernons-girl]

hi! can i req for a joshua drabble wherein yn came home to shua in a very down mood (and wont tell to shua) but shua being the bestest husband ever is quick to notice everything will do his magic to comfort her 🥹 can be a little 🔞 in the end hehe if its okay 🤭

actually ive been feeling rly down these days + shua is kinda mia so huhu 🤧 i miss him so much 😭 thank u!! 🫶🏻

loving embrace | hong joshua

hurt to comfort,fluff,suggestive at the end,w.c:0.5k

a/n: anon:(( i hope you'll feel better soon, and hopefully you'll like this fic🫶🏻

As you came back home, your shoulders sagged with the weight of the day.

You bent down to take your shoes off in the entrance, before flashing your best forced smile to Joshua, whose head peaked from the other side of the hallway, but your eyes betrayed your true feelings - a mixture of frustration and sadness visible in them.

Joshua, perceptive as ever, noticed the subtle change in your demeanor. "Hey, sweetheart, how was your day?" he asked, stepping forward to greet you with a warm hug, kissing your forehead in the process.

"It was okay," you replied with a sigh, avoiding his gaze as you busied yourself with putting away your coat.

Joshua sensed something was awry. He gently took your hand and led you to the living room, where he encouraged you to sit beside him on the couch. "You know you can tell me anything, right?" he said, his voice filled with genuine concern.

You hesitated, the words caught in your throat. But as you looked into your husband's loving, kind eyes, you felt like you began to crumble. So you opened up about how everything seemed to go wrong today, the pressure you felt to meet impossible deadlines, and the disappointment of not receiving recognition for your hard work.

Listening intently, Joshua wrapped his arm around your frame, offering a comforting presence. He didn't try to fix your problems or offer unsolicited advice. Instead, he simply held you close, letting you know that you weren't alone in your struggles.

After a while, you began to relax, and a small smile tugged at the corners of your lips, his hold around you making you feel supported, comforted, and most of all, loved.

"Thank you," you whispered, pressing a chaste kiss to Joshua's lips.

Joshua smiled, kissing you back just once.

Still, his lips lingered, a silent exchange of affection and understanding passing between you. One of his hands reached to cup one side of your face, Joshua's touch was gentle yet firm, his love evident in every caress. As the tension of the day melted away, his embrace deepened, fueled by an unspoken desire that had been simmering beneath the surface.

Your breaths mingled, warm and sweet, as Joshua's hands trailed down your back, igniting a trail of shivers along your spine. Every touch sent waves of pleasure coursing through you as soft moans escaped your lips between kisses.

Wrapped in the warmth of his embrace, you surrendered to the intimacy of the moment, letting go of inhibitions and allowing desire to guide your movements. Each caress, each whispered endearment, fueled the flames of passion that burned between you, building towards a crescendo of ecstasy.

Time seemed to stand still as you lost yourselves in the dance of love, bodies moving in perfect harmony, hearts beating as one.

In that moment, words became unnecessary as your bodies communicated what your hearts longed to express. Lost in each other's embrace, you found solace, comfort and love in each other's arms.

[mandg-readings]

So, I did plan to record the end of Book 3 of Lionheart this week, however my life decided to take a big shit on that plan, as per usual, this is after the technical difficulties that scared my motivation off.

It’s common knowledge I’ve got braces right now, unfortunately it’s become nigh impossible to record thanks to the appointment yesterday. My elastics now have to be on full time to help align my jaw, and I hate them, they make me retch every time my tongue touches them and they make opening my mouth wide difficult, which you can imagine is hard to do voice work with.

This decision wasn’t made lightly and truth be told I’m devastated to be typing this, but I will have to go on hiatus from all my projects.

I will be back and I will let you know as soon as the bastards are off, can’t give an exact date because they lied to me and said they’d be off “well before Christmas” yet here we are.

I’m sorry for disappointing you, and the constant let downs over the past year, but I promise I will return. My confidence was admittedly shaken recently but I really love narrating fics for people that appreciate it. Just think, when I come back better and brace free, you’ll get even more content from me because I wont be bogged down by dry mouth or sore throats all the time!

Thanks again for all your support and thanks to all the authors who gave me permission to transform their fics into audio format.

Have a lovely Christmas / Happy Holidays and hopefully see you soon x

[cawcawbeech]

SIX OF CROWS AND KISSING !!

(Welcome to this silly but intricate guide nobody asked for)

Just so everybody knows and is fully aware, I literally never kissed anybody in my whole damn life. I dont much care to try (for now) unless your name is Amita fucking Suman (jkjk, or not), but that doesnt mean I didnt do some very extensive research on the topic just so I can write what are hopefully non-generic scenes where all of my favorite characters make out till the following sunrise without a single other thought plaguing their empty little minds (exception being if the said thought is used to deepen 'the plot').

Before I say much else, I would like to note that THIS is just a very detailed bullet point list on kissing for all of my boys and girls separate of their partners assigned to them in canon or by the fandom. We will get to how it would actually go in different scenarios with different ships a bit later on if I decide it wont be a waste of my time. PS: No, not every kiss / kisser has to be extraordinary or unique or have whatever traits I ended up slapping on these characters here, Im just extra like that. And its not like anybody can stop me. Deal with it and simply enjoy (whatever this may be)!

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JESPER LLEWELLYN FAHEY

Jesper has had his fair share of practice in this particular field, we all know it. That is no reason to say that he is a perfect kisser, there are many who have done way more, constantly brag about it, and yet still leave you disappointed. But, this is Jesper we are talking about. Kuwei has said that he is a great kisser too, I choose to trust him on that. That joke he made to cheer up Wylan at Olendaal, the one about kissing Nina / Matthias 'with tongue', it doesnt have to mean anything, but I like to think he is a tongue kind of guy. I also like to think that he is adaptable to any type of person though, he aims to please through-and-through. It saddens me to look deeper, to think about how that may be a result of his low self-esteem, but in moments like these, it makes him happy most of the time, and it is all I could hope for when it comes to my boy.

The first relationship he had been a witness to, the one his mother and father shared before her death, had been a very healthy one. I wouldnt call Colm the perfect father, certainly not after his wife was gone, albeit he is significantly better compared to the hands the rest of our favourite characters have been dealth with, but he was good to Aditi. Most kids, including myself, were the type to be grossed out by PDA, especially when its between their parents, and while thats not in any way a bad thing, we can clearly see that Jesper was not of that type.

Despite his many faults, he was raised fairly well. He knows how to make a comfortable environment, to recognize a clear invitation, what to ask and what not to ask, what is acceptable and what he shouldnt do without a more in-depth discussion. He knows how to create and opportunity where one could deny him if they so wished. I wouldnt say its some overly high bar to jump over, if anything it is the most basic standard any and all should hold themselves to, but I call Jesper 'the consent king' for a reason.

Its said in the book that his mind empties when he kisses the right person, that thinking of methaphors clearly means something is wrong, but hes still pretty descriptive in his POVs if you ask me. Its also very clear that he likes to kiss deep, slow, and involve other sensations throughout which is the part where Id like to include some of my very own hcs (slight temperature / texture play where he drags his rings over skin, hair pulling is a given but I can see him also liking to touch peoples ears a lot, talking in between and whispering during the few subtly initiated pauses, etc). Jespers favourite type of kiss would probably be those he iniciates as soon as he wakes up in the morning. It rains often in Ketterdam, its normal, so he would also probably be one of the rare creatures among the regular Kerch citizens who finds kissing in the rain romantic.

KAZ BREKKER (RIETVELD)

Kaz will have to go through some major healing first, no doubts about that, but Id say he would probably be one of the elite members of the 'Im keeping my eyes open for this' club (until he isnt). I doubt he does much analyzing during, mentally he is on another planet thats probably many lightyears away as he tends to do with a lot of other even remotely intimate things, but theres lots of squinting, eyelid fluttering... Kaz is basically a personafication of that cliche 'when did I close them' quote. In my own experience, I can barely hold eye contact when talking, but I dont really see this as a bad trait. I also dont see it as a trauma response either like some would assume it would be for Kaz, I think its just a him thing. If this man didnt want to kiss somebody, you would not be kissing him, end of.

He likes to focus on teeth, whether by unconsciously (or consciously) biting his partner, having your teeth bump into each other, or licking his own after youre done. Theres lots of shuddering, youll feel him there more than youll hear him, but he is not completely silent either. I dont think he would like beeing cornered, picked up or lifted in any way except on very rare occasions. Just like the pulse thing where he feels for it on the wrist (or neck once he is more comfortable), feeling his weight including the pain of his leg serves to ground him. Perhaps he might also like feeling of you breathing through your nose on his face for the same reasons? He doesnt like leaving things unfinished, even if its just a peck, he will make sure it feels 'complete', I dont know how else to put it. If anybody could overuse the words "Again?", it would be Kaz motherfucking Brekker.

Im in no way saying he will be good, in fact, theres lots of traits here that many wouldnt like, but he tries when he wants to (and again, you would not be kissing this man if he didnt want it), he will learn and he will remember the smallest of details (so that he can ponder over them later). The only thing we hear about Kazs appearance related to his mouth is that there is a scar running through his upper lip. I never got it when people talked about kisses having a taste, but Kaz seems to often call people light-weight, so clearly, he handles his alcohol well, perhaps having developed such a habit to settle down his own supposedly non-existent nerves. It might not be the main reason, we heard about him being on the receiving end of many fights that in certain circumstances and with the ways they are handled lead to similar results, but liquor does leave one dehydrated and with chapped lips.

WYLAN VAN ECK (HENDRIKS)

Unless he is particulary fired up, Wylan likes to start slow and chaste no matter if you are the first, the thousanth person he has kissed or just a person he has kissed a thousand times. Unlike Kaz, he has some experience, sheltered kids know how to have fun in secret (and Im the last person who would ignore that 'lie' about him being kicked out for bedding the tutor, theres some truth to everything), but he is also nowhere near the level of Jesper or Nina or Matthias. We know he likes when his partner feels calm and like they are actually in their body before he goes in for the kill, we saw it with Jesper, but we also see that he isnt the type who needs to ask every time and will just do it when 'the time feels right'. Look out, he just might squeeze into your shirt while youre wearing it and do a makeshift 'surprise attack' from there if he is determined enough for it.

From that, we could say he might have some other habits, including but not limited to the familiar one of guiding his partner through breathing patterns. Maybe sometimes he likes to hold onto your forearms more tightly than necessary (not forcefully though), have your knees touch and bump into one another, straighten his own / your items of clothing, compare hand sizes while making weirdly-intense eye contact, use his thumb to subtly rub at a random tensed muscle, touch foreheads if he is tall enough or rub his face along the side of your neck, anything that would focus your attention to him and the moment... Ironically, as a follow up to the last point and as the kiss drags on, he forgets that he is an actual person who has a weight to them and has to lean back against something with the help of his partner before he falls down and cracks his goddamn skull open.

He likes to leave an effect on whoever he is kissing, but he also likes to 'clean up after himself' as much as possible after its done, which once again serves to bring both of you back down. So yeah, he would probably do something like twirling a stay peace of hair around his finger before neatly tucking it back in place, running that same finger across a brow, down the nose or along the jawline, nudging you playfully with his shoulder, hips or elbows, swaying a bit to slowly return the atmosphere back to relaxed as he secretely links your pinky fingers together. Lips would be his main focus, and he especially likes the soothing effect it has when he is sleepy, but he could also grow to like eyelid, nose, tummy or thigh kisses when it comes to placement.

INEJ GHAFA

Inej has had many men kiss her throughout her life, and unfortunately, theres no need to debate whether she truly enjoyed any of them. Oh how I would love to say that every shitty person is also shit at every other skill they try to master, however, that doesnt have to be the case. The fact that she was a brothel girl doesnt have to mean all of her kisses were bad (to specify, that refers to the technique). That being said, I think she would appreciate the message more than the way its done. It also might result in her not exactly caring about the placement of a kiss, palm, knuckles, hair, cheek, neck, lips, any of them would be equally as intimate to her, platonic or otherwise. Its somewhat similar to what Wylan also likes, but very different too once you look further.

As is with Kaz, you would not be kissing the Inej we know now unless she didnt want you to. I probably should have said this earlier, no, I dont mean that any of the other Crows would enjoy a kiss that was not what they wanted, they wouldnt ignore the signs and will fight the person off if needed, but I hope you understand why Im emphasizing it for these two in particular. I think her kisses would be short, but sweet, a petite little package that can deliver a punch under a right set of conditions, just like she can, the same going for her ship. Physically, we know her lips have an upturn to their shape. As is true with alcohol, salt water has the same drying effect that is only made worse by licking.

One other feature that might make Inejs kisses unique is a possibility of her aquiring more jewellery during her travels. I always imagined that the Suli find piercings to be very meaningful. Perhaps she had some since a very young age, perhaps they were taken from her too during her time at the Menagerie, maybe the holes closed naturally over the long months, maybe she got more whilst working for Kaz, and although it was not put there for such a reason, a lip ring (just as an example) has quite a pleasing effect for either side.

She holds a special appreciation for people who remember their first kiss, or at least remember their first kiss with her, a courtesy she will offer in return as well. It takes special kind of brave to get close (she knows better than most) and never lets the feat of overcoming fear go unappreciated. For some reason, I can see her counting the seconds, not for any reason at all. I wouldnt say its something particulary good nor bad, but Inej doesnt give me the 'let me kiss your words away' signals no matter the situation. The phrases that would fit more would be "We will get through this", "Stay strong, for you", "Lets face it together" or "We shall see each other once more". She seems like the type to keep her affairs secret, but at the end of the day, I also dont think she would mind PDA all that much.

KUWEI YUL-BO

I know the fandom likes to joke that Kuwei is the bad kisser between the two, seeing as to how Jesper was left 'disappointed' even before knowing the truth behind who he was actually kissing... But I dont think that had to do much with the kiss itself. We were told that Jesper liked Kuweis body plenty enough, but even if it were really Wylan (both in shape and spirit), Jesper wasnt in the right space, and Kuweis silence and mannerisms didnt do much to help.

Now, this is a personal headcanon, but one of the habits I think he might pick up in the Little Palace would be scratching his nose or covering his mouth before he goes in for a kiss. Or well, I like to imagine that being his tell among all the snarky comebacks, vicious flirting and sly glances. And seeing as to how playful he is with his powers and how much he grows to use them for mischief and otherwise in KOS, I like to think that his face is always warm to the touch as Kuwei himself is constantly touching it. Random instert, this man unironically likes lemons and you will without a doubt taste quite an assortment of teas while with him.

Some people care about the emotional setting, some like keeping it casual, and some like having that perfect mix of both. Kuwei might acknowledge that in different ways and act accordingly, but I also think he might care more about the physical setting and connect good actions with places rather than specific people or mutual feelings. This man is a certified tease, unless you pull him towards you which is exactly what he wants, he is 100%, absolutely ready to keep a partner on the edge of their seat, kiss the corner of their mouth, or maybe with the lips barely touching. Instead of licking his own lips out of habit or to seduce, he would lick yours. Kuwei being a tease might also be a way for him to set up walls? In a sense that hes reminding both himself and the person hes kissing that this is just a kiss and it doesnt mean anything. And when hes kissed by someone he loves and trusts, hes downright pathetic, super soft and annoyingly sweet about it.

I dont know where else to put it so it will have to be here, but I like to think he chewed on his lips a lot as a child and whilst in captivity, leaving him with barely visible indents once he reached adulthood. When it comes to the type, Id say he could end up enjoying goodnight kisses next to the fireplace or lit by the flame in his own hand more than he would like doing anything in the early morning. Kuwei tends to get frustrated and bored easily so that might lead to certain effects as well, more specifically the speed, angle and desperation. He has hid for long enough and doesnt much care about who sees what, only whether they got a nice view from wherever they were standing at the time.

NINA ZENIK

Nina has practiced CPR from a very young age (I wouldnt call any of those a true kiss by any means, but it will make slightly more sense in just a moment), we see her perform one on Kaz in the books without hesitation, so I doubt her first 'kiss' was particularly enjoyable or wholly consentual or that she even remembers it. Perhaps from that, her kisses would grow to be particulary breathy in the future, although that doesnt mean its some kind of rule or that its not just a result of her personality being put into how she goes about it. We already know temple kisses are her thing among some other stuff, but she also doesnt seem to have a similar kind of bond with any other type that is not at neck level or above. Shes fine with them, but always seems to go to certain spots herself when she has a choice, singing and laughing through all of it. As Matthias tends to say a lot, the chase is a game to her, whether on top or beneath, she still wins.

Her skin is said to be soft, and supposedly so are her lips, plus the girl is a Heartrender and that surely results in many privileges. Surprisingly enough, I wouldnt say she is particularly experienced in the world of romance, even if her talent at sweet-talking might suggest otherwise. Perhaps shes had flings, one or two, maybe even a relationship at some point, but I dont see much more in my visions of her backstory. "Dont you want to play with me?" and "Cant you handle it?" are some of the repeating phrases in her vocabulary, but oh, it only gets worse once she feels well and truly romanced, swept off her feet as one might say, and that takes lots of effort. Its a good thing we know Nina has some high expectations, that way all of us can be her personal wingmen.

If anybody could obtain the famous movie achievement of leaving a string of saliva to connect her lips with her partners for just a few more moments, it would be Nina. Speaking of such things, she may also be the only one for who the 'let me kiss you against this wall so that they dont spot us' scenario might actually work (in theory), or at least give her enough time to incapacitate them during their confusion since she tends to be quite loud appearance wise. Likes being attended to and coddled, and no kiss has a chance without a firm grab or two. Will die if you do a tango dip with her in your arms. She is one of the biggest fans of mistletoes and finds it extremely romantic. Sometimes, when she is invited to watch a play or show, she will turn around and kiss her partner whenever the actors do. "Consider me madly in love. With the kisses, not you. ... But maybe also you if you did it again."

MATTHIAS BENEDIK HELVAR

And finally, we have our romantic-at-heart of the group, Matthias. Now, his and Ninas romance is the most obvious and out-in-the-open throughout the whole duology, and frankly he is the one I had the most trouble with writing, but the difference between seeing their first kiss from Ninas perspective and the one of Matthias is that theirs was his first kiss ever. All of his actions leading up to it, as well as those after, are a promise in some way or another, and Im not only talking about his vow to her. Nothing could have prepared me for when he lifted Nina straight off her feet and held her there as he kissed her, yet it was also the most in-character thing he ever could have done.

Matthias will absolutely, every time, start an hour long conversation on what led him to this moment, if it is the right time, the right place, the right everything... He will continue up until he himself is basically internally shouting at his own mouth to shut itself (he has very low patience despite everything mentioned above) or his partner takes the initiative themselves. The second option is prefered by both parties and a 5-star whine is the expected plus-one to excellent service. He is the type to gulp when you get too close. Will go mad if you can tell when he is holding on by a thread despite his lack of many facial expressions, especially if told something along the lines of "Just lose control, love".

He is particularly sensitive for textures. All humans are to some extent, the lips have more nerve endings in them than fingertips, but Matthias is the one who is fullfilled by it the most and frequently says stuff related to it like "Are you wearing chapstick?" or "I can feel the dip of your scar". Often acknowledges indirect kisses. Matthias has once said that kissing isnt about romance, that it should be proper and only done as a follow up to a conventional Fjerdan courtship, and while lots about him has changed during his canonical relationship with Nina, I think he might still enjoy going through at least some of these with somebody who might appreciate his efforts. Matthias is still highly religious even if he is now seeing the world from another perspective and there are some cultural things that for him go deeper than just tradition. In a very specific headcanon of mine, he has grown up fantasizing about having to lift up your chin to do it, and so now he does so even with taller partners who can reach his mouth just fine.

He would 100% take the 'Will you love me if I was a worm' jokes way too seriously. "How am I supposed to handle a worm? I could hold a butterfly, maybe kiss you if you were a wolf (but thats after a very extensive inspection of your molars)". Kisses the back of your neck after putting on a necklace. Pretends that lipstick stains dont turn him on to the highest setting.

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[ganondoodle]

feeling much better now having gotten some sleep (the dont trust how you feel about yourself past 9pm is good advice no joke)

of course all my criticism of totk still applies but im feeling less depressed about it, tho i will say its honestly kinda baffling how many times the game actually got me interested and excited about stuff and then just kinda drops it in a dead end, of course they were those kind of things in botw as well but it seems much less .. balanced in totk

(not even just the big things like making me want to actively do something to help zelda turn back when it just gets solved on its own in the end, but also some lil things like the fact that so many NPCs tell you about that newly discovered animal species and when you find the dongos they are just gem vending maschines)

in the end i can say, no, i dont like totk, tho i still love the graphics and the way the world is made ( botw showed me jsut how immersive and alive a world can feel i love it to death), i liked the gameplay and that it kept the freedom botw had established, the bossfights are mostly fun (tho i wish you could refight more of them), i LOVE the yiga and im glad they got more of a spotlight, the music is FANTASTIC i keep catching myself humming along, alot of the sidequests are much bigger and feel like you are actually doing something, i like how the sages are a bit more integrated into the story, the majority of the new designs are great, both the japanese and german voice acting is great, and the end fight has some of the best build up i have ever experienced, my heart starts to race when that music build up starts even tho i have beaten it 3 times already-

however, the story is both simple and incredible flat with lots of stuff that doesnt make sense especially when it was said to be a sequel, the zonau should have stayed a mystery imo, they failed to make me care about them even a little bit and often felt forcefully crammed into the world and its history, i think you could have told an incredible story taking place in the present and leave the past be the past, you easily could have connected botw and totk in a much better way than they did, i dont like how it changes aspects about botw all the while nigh ignoring it ever happened, it still feels like it was trying to be a replacement and not a sequel and all the referencing and callbacks to the old titles may have been done in good faith but that and including time travel yet again ultimately lead to people ripping each other to shreds over trying to prove its placed in the old timeline despite it making no sense at all and confusing people even more; often when the game made me care or be excited about something it was dropped in a dead end, there was a ton of missed opportunities and lost potential to tell a much more nuanced and interesting story/lore, and thinking about it only makes me sad for the things that could have been

overall i think my disappointment is outweighing my fun and the only way i can keep playing it while having fun is ignoring everything that isnt, which works quite well most of the time since im pretty much done with all story stuff but i keep slipping into my little rants nonetheless; i will say its making me a little worried about the future of the franchise, but i know im in the minority and maybe i will just have to accept that the new stuff wont be for me anymore and i should not hope for anything that interests me xD

except for some meme material or specific characters i love i dont think i will make much use of anything totk tried to establish, and i hope thats fine with the lot of you (<3) hopefully that also means my ranting days are over xD

anyway, back to making niche art i go! (sorry for making you endure these long ass rambling posts :,) )

[make-me-imagine]

Secret Santa: Hangman's Ending

12 Days of Christmas: Day 12

'Secret Santa: Part One'

Plot: The day of the festival has arrived and you are filled with anxiety and hope as to who might be waiting for you.

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Gn!Reader

Words: 1.2k

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"Well I sure as hell wasn't expecting that, newbie." You recall hearing the accented voice say.

Turning around you saw Hangman walking up to you with a grin.

"It's Y/n." You said with a stone face before a small smirk appeared "Maybe next time you wont underestimate me."

His grin remained as he stopped in front of you, he cocked his head slightly "I don't make that same mistake twice."

"Good."

You saw his eyes scan you, as though he was trying to figure you out. Hearing his name called from the other side of the hangar, he looked back at you one more time before he began to walk backwards

His eyes stayed on you "You going up again today?"

"Yeah, why, wanna race?"

He smirked "Why you like losing?"

You smiled and cocked your head to the side "I like winning more."

He grinned as he began to turn away, winking "That makes two of us."

That was the first time you had really talked to Jake, and it was the first moment he made your heart flutter. You never thought it would grow past butterflies, but now, as you stood outside the festival, fearful and hopeful, you knew it had always been more.

You tried to reason with yourself. Tell yourself if it was anyone else, you would give them a chance. But you knew that was a lie. Anyone other than Jake wouldn't do. You had given your heart to the cocky blonde years ago, and no one one else would take his place, at least not easily.

You felt overwhelmed as you roamed around the festival. Your eyes cast over every face, your heart in a constant anxiety induced flutter. Your hand nervously fidgeted with the apple necklace around your neck.

Sipping on some hot cocoa to hopefully settle your nerves, you almost jumped out of your skin when someone tapped your shoulder.

"Sorry!" the man apologized with a smile as you turned towards him. "I was just told to give you this."

Taking the note from his hand you smiled "Thank you."

Looking around for the source of the note, you didn't see anyone you knew. Opening the note, you read over the words with growing curiosity.

'You didn't think I'd make it easy on you, did you? Find me where you first beat me.'

"Find me where you first beat me?" You questioned out loud. Looking up and around, the words puzzled you, until your eyes fell onto a nearby sign. 'Christmas tree maze.'

Suddenly a jolt of realization rocked through you. One summer, about a year after you and Jake had met, you ended up at a county fair on your day off. You liked to turn everything into a competition, even though Jake always won. Never by a lot, but he always won. Until, you went into a corn maze, betting whoever made it out first, won. It was the first time you beat him, and you did so by almost a minute.

Entering into the Christmas tree maze, you hoped you were right. You weren't very competitive with any of the others. So surely, this was a message from Jake.

Weaving through the tree maze, you smiled at the occasional couple, or family you crossed paths with. Your nerves were high as you expected to see Jake around every turn.

After what felt like an eternity, you made your way through one last path, and saw the exit ahead of you. As you approached, you wondered if he was waiting for you at the end. Or if you had missed him somewhere in the maze itself.

As you stepped outside, you looked around at everyone nearby, and felt a jolt of disappointment when you didn't see him anywhere. Did you take too long? Did he go back in to find you? Was this all some cruel joke?

Before you could move, you felt two hands slip over yours eyes, and your breath caught in your throat.

"Nine minutes and fourteen seconds. I beat you by over a minute."

You smiled as you pulled away from him, and turned to meet his smiling gaze. Your chest was heavy with anxiety, but you kept it hidden.

"I would have won if I hadn't gotten blocked by the Partridge family." You excused, something either of you often did when you lost.

Jake smiled as he glanced over your shoulder, easily spotting the very family you were referencing. "Eerie resemblance." He muttered before he looked back down at you.

You watched as he pulled out a single gardenia out from behind his back, that you assumed he had in his pocket. You couldn't help the grin as he handed it to you.

Smiling up at him you cocked your head slightly "Jake Seresin, a secret romantic, who would have guessed."

He shrugged his head slightly before he squinted and leaned forward a bit "If you tell anyone, I'll deny it"

You continued to grin before you spoke softly "I wont tell anyone. They wouldn't believe me anyway." You added on.

He fake winced as he placed his hand on his chest before chuckling softly. Taking a small step closer, he spoke softly "I don't just want our relationship to be based around competition and inside jokes."

"We're in a relationship?" You asked, feigning surprise. "I don't recall you asking me anything of the sort."

He smirked as he rolled his eyes dramatically. "Forgive me for thinking the confession through gifts was enough." He smiled, but shook his head "No, you're right. I didn't ask. But I am now. 'Cause I really can't imagine anyone else being as perfect for me, as you are."

He took another small step closer and leaned in, his face only a couple inches away from yours. Your eyes stared into each others.

"I want to be in a relationship with you Y/n, I have since we first met. And I'm hoping I'm right in assuming you feel the same."

It was an open-ended comment, a question of what you would be to each other now.

You smiled and nodded softly. "You are"

His eyes flicked to your lips briefly, before he met your eyes again. "I've also been wanting to kiss you since we first met." He confessed, a small smirk on his face.

You repressed rolling your eyes teasingly, but smiled. "Then why haven't you?"

Without any hesitation, Jake quickly leaned forward, his hand gently cupping your face as he kissed you. It started out soft, but deepened after a moment. His fingers slowly slid from your cheek to cupping your chin, gently tickling your skin.

When he pulled away, his hand lingered on your face, a his eyes studied you softly. He hummed lighlty under his breath.

"What?"

"Better than I imagined."

You giggled softly as you gently smacked his chest.

He chuckled as he pulled you closer to him, your chests almost pressed together. Kissing you again, you gently took the collar of his jacket in your hands, as his hands tightened around your waist.

Parting again, you both had soft, content smiles on your faces. Without speaking, you both knew you didn't want this moment, or this feeling to fade. So you stayed like this, gazing at each other for a few more moments, absorbing the feeling of true bliss.

xx End xx

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[celebratinglucychen]

AAPI & Lucy Chen

Hi everyone! @sailorscout here.

When putting together this event, I was reminded of my first foray into fandom culture from 15ish years ago. I can’t remember what show or movie got me started but I do know the character I was in LOVE with was a black woman. I just wanted more of her; her story, her thoughts…she seemed like a person I could grow up in to. I remember being so disappointed when I went looking for content about her because none of it felt authentic to her character and her experience as a black woman. I felt that her blackness was ignored because of people’s hesitation or reluctance to reflect on race or womanhood in POC. I was 13 and felt so disappointed in the lack of interest in representing her fully. I truly felt hurt by it because this was a character that I strongly identified with because I saw myself in her and felt that I truly belonged.

Now I’m 28 and I’ve found another character that made me feel like that one did from all those years ago: Lucy Chen. But funnily enough, I find that there are still the same issues going on in fandom. While Lucy is BELOVED by just about the whole fandom and she does get her flowers with fics and drabbles and such, the lack of interest in representing who she is as a WOC is….disappointing. And I realized that I can finally be the person (with the help of @summerongrand and hopefully you guys!) that can help another girl, who sees herself completely in Lucy, who will join this fandom, who will seek out fics and creators who expand upon Lucy, who wont hesitate to reflect on her race. I hope the next little girl will find stuff that will uplift her, stuff that she *recognizes* in herself. Lucy is Chinese and if I can see myself in her, I can’t imagine how much she means to an Asian or Chinese girl or even woman. There is a lack of black representation but there’s even more of a lack of Asian representation and we don’t need to let that continue because we can express her fully in this fandom.

This event is special to me. Just like Lucy. She’s gotten such unfair treatment this season and I think we as a fandom can really do a lot to uplift her character and push for better for her and her experiences as a WOC. As a WOC, I just think it’s really important to highlight not just women but their color. Color is such a huge part of our identity and we often don’t feel seen. One of the ways we feel seen is by acknowledging color.

So, with all that being said, I’m here to remind you to engage in this event, whether it’s a fic or a Drabble or art work or even just an “ask” to us about one of the prompts! Feel free to ask us our thoughts and feelings too about anything related to this topic!

We’re already half way through AAPI month and I would really love to end the month with a few things to repost :) maybe Mel will see them. Maybe not. But someone will and it’ll mean the world to them :)

[jester089]

Subject. AE-1397

Chapter 1

You're sitting on your shitty small mattress on the floor in your containment chamber. Their are two humans through the reinforced glass wall dead in front of you.

Earlier those two and some others took you out of your cell to ask you some questions and do some tests. During the tests you kept hearing people talking about how you were close but not good enough.

Once the tests finished they tossed you back into your room. Their just standing there now talking about you and midazolam, potassium chloride, and Pancuronium bromide. Wonder what those things are.

While talking one of them stares at you with a uptight and disappointed stance, that one isn't talking much. The other one is turned towards the first and is yelling.

You can't see their faces through their suits but their saying but it something about euthanization because of not good enough results?

Again you don't know what that word means but it makes you feel weird. Bad weird.

After getting yelled at for a while the first one scoffs and walks off leaving the one that was yelling alone with you. After they've calmed down a bit they turn to you, that emotionless visor staring dead at you makes you worried.

After a few moments of staring at you they walk over to the door the other left through and lock it. Once in front of your cell again they take another look around the room then open the door to your cell.

"Hey. Kid. I'm gonna get you out of here. You just gotta keep quiet for me" They say while walking over to you. They gently pick you up, make sure you're secure in their hold then start running to who knows where.

You're scared and don't understand but you hope their trustworthy. They run for a while keeping in the shadows, keeping out of sight, and going around more turns then you could ever hope to remember.

They suddenly stop and pear around a corner. Once they deem it safe they walk around the corner revealing a giant metal frost covered door. They open it just enough for you to squeeze through then set you down

"Get as far away from here as you can. I wont have them killing a kid. Good luck." They gently bonk their forehead to yours then basically shove you through the opening it quickly closing behind you.

You sit there in the snow confused and scared, you listen to their warning quickly get up then run off.

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You've been running for a long time to reach now. You're still in your thin white hospital gown nothing but it to protect you from the cold.

You have a high tolerance for cold sure, that being the only reason you're still alive. But even that has limits, and you're starting to lose feeling in a lot of parts of your body.

Your feet have long since gone numb and you want to take a break, but you don't feel safe so you push on. There has been nothing but snow and rocks for so long not a single sign of life besides you so at least their's that.

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It's been at least a day now. In that time you've stumbled upon a small cave you can barely fit in. Naturally you use it for cover and to catch your breath

That's how you find yourself here pressed up against the back wall huddled against yourself to keep warm, eyes wide and locked on the entrance.

After a long long while staring at the small cave opening feeling that you would see movement through it you start to calm down, a bit.

once your a bit calmer you start to realize your situation. What should you do?! You're on a alien planet without any chance for help! At least you don't need a suit like everyone else... That's something...

After a bit of a freak-out you lay on the cold hard store floor back facing the entrance and try and get some sleep. You try your hardest to forget about your life, forget where you are.

Hopefully you cane take a break, have a nice dream. Your body may be cold and in danger, but in dreamland that doesn't matter.

[justplaystupid]

Ok

I've chewed on it. Here's what came out:

the ghoul bois is my bois. I was dead cold when I heard they'd be deleting the backlog off of yt. that got mythbusted and I sighed in relief.

The prof.'ll still be there (thank fuck). Shane making baby noises on the walkie and ryan noping tf out will still be there for me. Thank. Fuck.

Am i sad that I'll not get to watch the stuff on yt anymore as it releases? Yes. Painfully so.

Will I be able to subscribe? Fuck if I know. Hopefully, but not for the forseeable future, unless I get real fucking lucky real fucking fast.

But (now that I was able to chew and digest through the big feels) I get it. I've been a "professional" translator for about 5 yrs. Freelancing. Dealing with big companies, paying us what they wanted when they wanted. If they really liked your work you'd get an email about an hour before the rest of the mailing list. Along the other hundred (min) others in that "shortlist". I was fighting against others for the peanuts I was offered, taking money from others, competing for the privilege to be underpayed whenever they decided to pay. And it rots your soul.

Point being I get it. And I'm not mad anymore. Not even disappointed. I'm a bit sad because i wont get the new stuff, and if I ever get to actually support my fave creators, it's a bit of a list, and I do have some priorities, but if and/or when I can, I will.

I wish Ryan, Shane, Steven, Matt, Lizzie, Annie.... The whole gang nothing but the best. They'll be in my thoughts, They'll be in my heart. I'll be unhealthily rewatching Puppet History. And maybe someday I'll manage to pay for the sub. And the longer it takes me, the vaster the backlog to catch up to will be.

I love them.

Un jour je serais de retour près de toi.

[xkleipsis]

High and Low

P.2 arranged marriage

Norihisa Hyuga x reader

P.1 P.2 P.3

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Hyuga’s men showed me the way to a car before driving me to the house.

I unconsciously scoff as i look outside the window as the car moved, drops of water still hitting the ground outside, “can’t even bother to take me there personally. Mannerless” i mumbled, though it seems it was a bit too loud as his men glanced at me.

I wont deny that they also seemed a bit..scary or intimidating. Maybe its because im used to deal with business types of people and not gangs, but still, not even one of them said anything. Can’t they at least make it less obvious that they dont like me.? I sigh mentally.

After 30 minutes of drive the car finally stopped, one of the man showed me the house, and the guest room before leaving me alone..in this house, i mean at least they trust me enough to believe i wont steal or something, right?

“A win is a win, i guess” I muttered, as i settled in the new room.

After a couple of hours of cleaning and organising i was finally done, just then i felt the hunger hit me causing me to go downstairs in the kitchen to hopefully find something to eat, to my disappointment but not entirely surprised. The fridge and cabinets were quite literally empty, there was water, alcohol, seasonings powders, alcohol, a pack of cigarettes, and alcohol; seriously i hope he isnt an addict.

I rubbed my face out of frustration, the glasses were starting to feel heavier than they should, my hunger increasing and all i was surrounded by was alcohol. Im not the greatest cook, matter of fact i hate cooking but damn.

Not even 10 minutes and i was already out of the house, using the gps to navigate as apparently there is a night market.

After around 20-30 minutes of walking i finally reached it, thank god i choose to wear something comfortable, i think, as i look around. The streets were lively, alongside with lights but what caught my eye are the food stalls. I smile as I approach the stall and bought some late night snacks before finding a seat on a side walk to eat.

While i ate i couldnt help but about my situation. I thought about it so much before too to the point im getting sick of it. Work wise i can work from home, easy. Living with a total stranger, i can manage; but that stranger its him.

I close my eyes after taking a bite of the snack, while thinking of him. I have strong morals, knowing that if he cheats or raises his hands i’d leave, but, by doing so the whole bloody family tree would complain and im still in no position of affording that. Not financially, but mentally. As I am cursed after all, by being too emotional, its embarrassing and exhausting. Feeling things deeper than other.

I dont want to be pessimistic, maybe he’s not bad?

Before i had realised, i finished all my food. Should i get more? Nah, i’ll come by tomorrow. I mentally tell myself, as i looked at the time on the phone and realising that it was already past midnight.

Standing up, I started walking back, slowly and calmly while listening to some music. By the time i was back, vintage type of car was parked outside, and noise could be heard from inside. I took a deep breath before slowly opening the door with the key given to me earlier, only to find a bunch of men playing cards with a stack of money on the side. Hyuga being one of them, but he just smoked while watching them. Less then 10 seconds and all eyes were on me, the house now quiet with only music still blasting which very quickly was lowered by one of his men.

“Umm” i bit my inner cheek as i glanced at the clock hanged on the empty wall, hideous taste honestly, which showed that it was about to be almost be 2 am. “Isnt it a bit too late to be playing cards and bets?” I asked, mainly looking at Hyuga, my tone was slightly tired but genuine, not sarcastic or anything, i mean i still a nobody here after all. I know my place.

“What did you just say” a man replied as he slightly approached me, clearly with the intention of intimidation, but just then Hyuga spoke “they can play whenever they want, its my house” his tone cold yet clearly irritated “who are you to question how the stuff works around here” he says while getting up and approaching me.

“I didnt mean it with harm, its just i plan on going to sleep, cant sleep if you’re loud” i explained, calmly. A scoff escapes his lips “what do you want me to do about it. This is how here things work. Dont like it then get out” he smirks.

Ah, Now I understand, he wants me out, then too bad i tend to be petty. Had he asked nicely i probably would’ve. I smile forcefully “i’ll just use my headphones” before going to my room; needless to say that night I struggled and that was just a bitter taste of how its going to be from now on.

By the next couple of days i managed to settle in and made a routine. In the morning i worked from home while in the afternoon when the noise and chaos would start id go to a nearby cafe, even food wise i ate out for the majority or id just bought food that was quick to cook while i also noticed that Hyuga or his men never really went in the kitchen unless to grab ice or alcohol, i figured they ate out too.

My relationship with him was nonexistent, we didn’t talk or barely crossed paths and when we did, he just glared at me as if i were to be a eye sore. The same went with his men although most of them would make jokes, the mean types, like bullies, they are annoying and sometimes they got to me but of course im not going to show that.

Slowly weeks passed, everything was still the same though he did stop glaring at me at every chance. I cant deny, it was boring but I mainly didn’t like it how things were. I am going to marry the guy yet we never had a proper conversation, so i did try to approach him, mostly when he was alone at home which was rare but everytime he spouted some insults before leaving. I guess he must’ve told his gang about it as the jokes had upgraded, but can anyone really blame me? I didn’t wanted to get married to him either,but id dread it more if i’ll spend the rest of my life like this.

Having high morals doesnt help either, because i know i wont bring myself to cheat. Physically or emotionally. Therefore because at least friends is my only option.

It was a Saturday morning, i was resting on my bed reading a book, before hearing Hyuga shout my name. Weird, i think as i went downstair only to find him standing, waiting. He started to speak the minute he saw me, “you wanted to get closer right” he asks? No, more like says, in a tone as if forced. I nod slowly, “something like that” i reply wondering where it was going. “Then make a barbecue or a dinner for my whole gang and there also will be some extra guests, if it goes successfully then i’ll let you” he says with arrogance causing me to slightly get irritated but I quickly calm down. “If i cook, im sure everyone will be victims of food poisoning” i reply, honestly im not that bad, but how is he going to know that.

“Yes or no then?” He asks, bored. “For when?” I asks, preparations for such things normally require enought ti- “tonight” he blurts out “say what? You want me to cook for many people for tonight?!?” I say in disbelief. “If you dont want, say so” he replies, i sighs before biting my tongue “fine”.

(I tried to make it longer…also lmk any opinions on it)

[iminaworldofpureimagination]

arcane thoughts after rewatching s1/ watching s2

I never liked Jayce in season one as he basically would do whatever anyone would tell him to do that it felt a sims character had more will power than that guy.. he's such a pushover to the degree that feels riduclous.. and just when i could have started liking him in s2 he's mind controlled by Arcane.. lovely.

I didn't like Caitlyn much either in s1 so I didn't get on cait/vi at alas I just didn't like Caitlyn that much.

. Ireally like muderous out for blood Caitlyn though and im bummed that it was dropped so quickly I thought it could be a fun Angle with her character.. butwhatever.

Mels mom sucks/ and Mel herself is one of the hottest animated women i've seen in a show..

s1: too much time with the topside i only cared about mel/victor shrugs..

Victor desereved better

Jinx man .. needs therapy.. too bad there is none in zaun apparently. i find it odd her halluncations just evaporated into dust in s2..without meds /therapy . it doesn't make sense, even with her sibling adopting isha.. butwhatever.

for my fav jinx moment in s2 is the one with all her followers just gently touching her shoulder it was really sweet.. /also love her giving silco a watery grave..

silcos death made me cry again. as it did what 3 years ago? RIP to ISHA your death was unsatisfying as its going to lead to whatever was left of jinx sanity crumble to dust. oh and poor Sky too.. and warwick/vander.. this show is a bummer/ leaves me drained.

side note people love Isha but i feel that if a fan made her people would dislike her and call her a sue ive been on the internet for over 18 years igotnolife.. so I can feel it in my bones

and this is no hate to ISha I like Isha.. I wish we had more scenes of jinx/isha..

Vander ):

i use to think vander just came across powder/vi as strangers not that they knew eachother all along i dunno how to feel about it. but i do prefer the idea of this large man just adopting kids he didnt know i think its more impactful than i knew your mom all along butwhatever..

s2 def feels rushed.. ohwell.

they just threw the doglooking professor hemindinger whose proper name spelling im to lazy to look up and ekko into the void.. what a waste I'm guessing will see them in the next episodes.

hopefully the final wont disappoint but will see.