#i get really emotional whenever i think of sailor moon

[prettymoonmuses]

sorry for the spam of gifs & what nots. i'm just super happy to be here. xD

[moonlit-escape]

✩°｡⋆⸜🍀 ✮ Travis Mystreet headcanons !!

as of right now i'm literally in the travis s1 'fit. minus the green high-tops but i do have lime and avocado socks

5'8 (172.8cm)

irish / african-american (i wld edit the icon to my vision but man. whatever. albino travis ftw)

polysexual

trans man

for the lesbians (i'm pretty sure i'm the only one on board w this joke. anyway lesbian protector travis)

baby brother friend of the group (along w dante)

mostly just a silly little guy, so sometimes when he busts out the actual depth of his true emotional maturity it gives people whiplash

just an affectionate and touchy guy in general and likes to drape himself all over everybody. he has a list of specific positions he feels like resting in assigned to specific people

garroth is for lap naps, laurance is for hugs from behind (most of the time bc he wants to know what he's cooking. he has gotten scalded and scolded for it, he will not stop.), dante is just for leaning on in general, katelyn is for piggy back rides, aph is an armrest, vylad is for crushing with his entire body weight like a cat, kacey is also for crushing with his entire body weight but then getting violently kicked in the gut bc kacey flails when he can't breathe, aaron holds him like a princess and then flings him off when he wants to get up, he just fucking runs up to gene and jumps on him at any given moment with equal mixture violent retribution and friendly excitement

loves his friends like family as they're the only family he really feels like he has

he values family above all else, especially with how… unstable and absent his was growing up

is prone to act like a brat and throw tantrums when he's mad or annoyed because he hates being seriously angry. it's... terrifying being angry

favourite food is tacos not only because. well. they're tacos, but because the first day he met him, dante invited him over to his house and they had tacos for dinner

gene is actually his favourite cook (sorry laurance)

keeps in close touch with vylad and sends him snapchats aaaall the time. especially if he's hanging out w garroth

he mostly watches cute, funny, slice-of-life and magical girl animes. but, he also likes the dark ones like madoka magica, alien9, evangelion, and wonder egg priority

i actually. have a list of animes i think he wld watch.

has an anime girl figurine collection. a couple of them are miku bc they were gifts for dante, but dante already bought them for himself

has a nendoroid collection, too, but they're all anime boys. and it's smaller. but they're all really good ones

his manga shelf is filled with nothing but gl series and exactly one row full of berserk

the man loves avocados. avocado toast eatin ass

he has a habit of forgetting to bring his clothes into the bathroom when he takes a shower

whenever he has a shower and it's too cold for him in the house (nearly always), he wraps the towel around his chest, and holds it up by 2 fingers like 🤟

any time he walks out of the shower like that and runs into dante in the hall, the two stop. stare at each other. and he strikes a sailor moon pose and then they go about their business

[weirdthoughtsandideas]

What I think Violetta and Soy Luna character’s favorite animes are*

*I am only going from animes I myself have seen or are familiar with. I know for a fact that a LOT of animes were popular in Latam that logically the characters should have been familiar with and possibly would have fitted better as their favorite. However, there is a lot of animes I have seen/am familiar with that I know was popular in latam, too (Candy Candy especially). And the ones that weren’t popular there that I bring up… well, let’s just say it was just like with a lot of us, they found it later in life and was like ”omg where has this been all my life” and watched it on a pirate site.

Violetta: Hello! Sandybell. She got very inspired by Sandybell making a garden for her (supposedly) dead mother and she wanted to do it too. She also liked the way Sandybell traveled across Europe, the way she also did.

Luna: Sailor Moon. How can she not, it’s moon themed /j I also think Luna really saw herself in Usagi and appreciated there was a main character that was clumsy, often late, ditzy and didn’t get the best grades just like her, and how despite that still could kick ass and save the world.

Francesca: Lady Oscar. Ok this was kinda inspired by Lodo herself posting a photo with a Lady Oscar T-shirt, and some time later answering an ask about periods with ”think about Lady Oscar! She also had her period under all of those tight suits and armor, and she could still be a badass!”. It was also kinda inspired by me knowing just how fucking popular Lady Oscar was in Italy… but yeah I also feel like Fran was very fascinated with it.

Nina: Candy Candy. I think Nina most of all was fascinated with the history aspects, especially as they reached the WWI parts. But she also loved how Candy seemed to experience so much hardships, and yet still could keep going and be so strong. It felt very inspiring, especially as her parents were fighting in the background. Things will get better.

Camila: Oniisama e. She found this anime when she was a little older, and goes around bragging about how "no one knows about it except for her". She loved how basically every character was a lesbian (at least, they were in her head), and she called them cowards every time they "forced" them into hetero relationships. But she also just loved all the female friendships in general and got slightly annoyed whenever they focused on any boy.

Simón: I think also Sailor Moon, because I think he had a crush on Tuxedo Mask and him and Luna played that they were Sailor Moon and Tuxedo Mask a lot when they were kids. But, I think he also really liked Pokémon.

Naty: The Moomins anime. As she grew up in Spain, she got the castellano dub and got so surprised when she moved to Argentina and found out there was a latino dub they had there instead. Anyway, she really loved the whole atmosphere and vibes of the moomins and wished she could live in that utopia.

Ámbar: I think as a child she was only allowed to watch Candy Candy, as Sharon had seen it herself as a child and approved of it (I feel like Sharon had a list of pre-approved kids shows and movies Ámbar could watch), but then once she grew older she discovered Revolutionary Girl Utena. And she just fell in love with it. She has rewatched it so many times, always finding new ways to interpret the metaphors and allegories. She also has some deep emotions about and she didn't realize until much later why she felt so strongly about it...

Ludmila: Immediately I'm like... Starzinger... because it's a space adventure. I do not have much else to go from this lmao (because I have not at all properly watched the anime, just random swedubbed clips). However, it also feels like Ludmila's vibe.

Ramiro: He is a big Pokémon boy. I literally imagine him running around the school yard as a kid pretending to be James from Team Rocket. I can see him being into One Piece, too.

Leon: I don't know why, but Digimon. It just seems like his vibe idk.

Jim: Pretty Cure, the first show specifically. I think she always wanted a best friend she could be a magical girl with <3

Diego: Silver Fang. I know this anime was only popular and even translated in very few countries, but I believe Diego managed to find it somehow (maybe a fansubbed version on an old pirate site that no longer exists) and just thought it was the most edgy thing ever. But then he got super scared of bears for years due to it.

Yam: Oh, Revolutionary Girl Utena, but she also has made it her mission to watch every sapphic and sapphic-coded animes ever. She's also a big fan of underrated ones like Oniisama e. She has also specifically only watched season 3 and season 5 of Sailor Moon. So, I think she kind of really switches a favorite, but I believe RGU just hit her the most.

Andres: Hamtaro lmao. No more explanation.

Jazmin: I think Jazmin thought Totally Spies was an anime and no one ever corrected her that it's French-Canadian, so now that's always her answer when asked.

These are all the characters I could come up with something for x)

[joshhhhhhhhhhhhhhh]

I've been wanting to watch this forever, and there have been subs since at least the start of the year, but per so many nyaa comments said subs are kind of shit. It was only just a week ago that these two movies came out on Netflix, and have subsequently been nyaa'd by erai. And with that, I've been able to watch the conclusion to the Sailor Moon Crystal saga. Finally.

These movies were pretty good! I can't shake the feeling that I'm so far removed from first watching Sailor Moon and whatnot to where I was… not confused at all - it's all easy to follow and all that - but I guess just not at the level of emotional investment I could've been. But despite that, I had a very good time - the stuff happening at this point in the story is so insanely high concept and far and away the series at its absolute most dramatic and it's really entertaining because of it, the lore starts going absolutely insane and as an extension of everything that's happened so far Usagi as a character feels at her most deeply tragic, which ofc consequently makes her standing up to it all anyway feel all the more powerful. I understand that Sailor Moon's place in popular culture is most prominently represented by the 90s anime but it's kind of insane how kiddy the franchise's reputation is when this late in the game it's as serious as it often is. Visuals I'd also say are confidently the best that Crystal's looked easily. Ami dies first which was sad I barely got to see her lol. But no, good time.

And from there I'm... well I kinda don't know how to feel. I feel something but I don't know how to parse it. Thinking about it, it's been about 4 and a half years since I finished what was at the time the entirety of Sailor Moon. Both 90s and Crystal. And about 3 years since I watched the Eternal movies. To have all that time pass and witness the final part of the story come out, again, it feels weird. It's a good feeling, cathartic, but weird. You know when I heard Sailor Star Song I was tearing up, and the handwritten thank you message from Naoko Takeuchi at the end got me even more so. Fun thing, that.

I would like to use this as an opportunity to spur me back into, if not necessarily reading right away, at least finish collecting the Sailor Moon manga volumes I'm yet to buy. I've been 6 volumes out of 10 into Eternal Edition for years now, like surely I can get that done. And ideally once I do, read the fucking thing - such is generally the point of books. Collecting at least the 90s anime would be fun but I don't think it's licensed in the UK and I'm not really in the mood to spend extra importing shit, you know how it is. But yeah no, good time.

Sailor Moon good. I rated Crystal stuff pretty high by volume, admittedly I'm sort of mixed on it anyway - it exists both as a faithful manga adaptation and a 90s nostalgia trip and at times doesn't commit enough to either front and feels sort of awkward. Even in Cosmos they played Moonlight Densetsu as the OP to the first movie and the ED to the second, like yes I remember Moonlight Densetsu, well done. But you know, still fun. Rough to start and I'd still say with full confidence I prefer the 90s anime, but definitely good. Again whenever I actually have read the manga we'll see what direction I end up leaning. End post.

[lady-loveluck]

my best friend whom watched tgwdlm a while ago said she liked it, but in my futile attempts to get her to watch more of the hatchetfield universe like NPMD she kept asking if paul was in it and when I said he isn’t the main focus but makes a few cameos here and there she said she’ll think about it aka meaning that she won’t.

knowing her if she did she would just skip everything to the part where he appears, her favourite character in any media is always the main character to the point she won’t consume content or fics if her blorbo isn’t the main focus, and i’m pretty sure she only remembers paul’s name beside ted who she really really hates

nonetheless i’m not giving up and during my very futile attempts both in text and real life, i have created a few headcanons along the way and want somewhere to rant about it

Paul had a bit of the gift when he was younger, a bit more powerful than the average person, part of a fic i wanna do

his powers were a combination focusing on the mind and emotions along with foresight that later developed into a strong intuition when he grew older, one of it was being able to influence people around him whenever he gets emotional making them feel the same thing as he does and make them do the things he wants to do in that moment

another was being able to trigger emotions onto people and send them into a frenzy, making them panic and such but limited to a range but also being able to calm them down and have them to relax

Paul never was aware much about what his powers can do beyond make the lunch lady at school give him an extra cookie (the warm fresh out the oven type and not the cold ones yknow) and getting to experience the relaxation and hype of weed without ever actually doing it, never tried to figure out more and was just content with it

Paul likes disney movies but groans everytime a song comes on, holding on to the belief that “Disney movies would be more well-liked if they just didn’t add the random songs in. I mean, the girl is singing in a snow storm!”

Emma was park of the smoke club in highschool, participating in Brigadoon the musical was never her choice but Jane had somehow convinced her to do it because she too was in it and snidely commented things that she couldn’t handle it which lead her to auditioning and getting the part which emma later found out was part of Jane’s plan to get her out there and stop wasting awake smoking pot. although she dreaded it, the moments between her and Jane after rehearsals making fun of the other kids while getting shitty snacks from the 7-11 nearby were one of times she and Jane had gotten along

After the performance of Brigadoon, Paul had complained about how awful and shitty it was. Emma overheard it, may or may not have threw stale popcorn at him, and complained to Jane about the star wars shirt-wearing bean-pole of a geek afterwards.

Alice has different rankings of her dad’s coworkers and friends, most of the time Uncle Paul’s at the top next to Charlotte since she likes them the most whenever they take care of her though Charlotte is a rare occasion

Pete, Richie, and Alice were all friends as kids cause of their guardians being coworkers/friends with Richie being Paul’s nephew

Paul takes Richie to anime cons with his only knowledge of it being from 2 episodes from sailor moon and lain’s experiments that traumatized him, Richie tries to get him to cosplay with him everytime and sometimes he does

Once they did a duo cosplay of Richie as Shinji and Paul as Gendo, everytime Richie wanted to take a picture that was canon accurate he couldn’t because Paul kept smiling and doing a thumbs up acting nothing like Gendo. later he told him that he should have gone as Yui instead

No one in the CCRP technical department knows how computers since the company doesn’t really care if their workers are even eligible for the job cause they’re just guinea pigs for experiments and the LIB, Paul’s the only qualified guy with an actual degree in computer science and they go to him for help. Everyone else either has a degree in anything but computer science or doesn’t even have a degree at all, CCRP doesn’t really do background checks or give a shit.

The other Paul clones got offed by Paul 23 because they too wanted to have the og’s life, on the chance one of them escaped they would’ve been hunted down by paul 23 and android emma

CCRP was walking on eggshells after the revolution of the paul clones, they side-eyed paul 23 whenever they see him smiling or just doing work, doesn’t stop their business of sending clones to a secret mining facility on the moon even if some of them wanted to choose another guy to clone

No one knows what CCRP actually does, they have no idea what their company at all and all of them have completely different ideas on what the company is

Paul watches horrific world war movies to relax, he suggests watching Come and See with his friends, after that no one ever takes his recommendations

”Why don’t any of you wanna watch my movies?” “Uh, no one wants to watch any of that horrific shit? It’s all sad and makes us feel shitty, we don’t want to feel shitty on a friday at 8pm paul.”

He likes sweeter drinks like a caramel frappe but still keeps ordering a plain black coffee just because of how fast he gets it

at the beginning paul had a slight very short-lived crush on melissa that was mostly based on the fact she was pretty nice to him and was a bit cute, when bill said she was like a daughter to him, paul couldn’t get the image of alice outside his head and poof! his lil crush was gone and forever forgotten

Melissa would actually tweak the fuck out if she finds out about that

that headcanon was purely created because i thought it would be funny if Melissa actually had a chance and it got ruined by Bill who is their biggest shipper

— 🥮

SO MUCH FOOD DUDE THANKS FOR ALL OF THIS

[amazing-spiderling]

😅😈 ⛔

😅 What’s a story or scene you’ve created that you’re a smidge embarrassed exists?

All of the Sailor Moon OC fic I wrote in high school, mostly. I mean, everyone in the 90's did that so at least I know I'm in good company- but yeah. Just, the worst kind of self insert nonsense full of stupid inside jokes meant for an audience of only my high school friends. It was a whole thing. There also exists (not on Ao3) some REALLY schmoopy X-Men fanfic I wrote in high school where I thought I was getting really emotional (especially for a Gen fic) but now just makes me go "oof you really thought you had something there" but IDK, I think I should just appreciate my younger self's ability to be so unabashedly earnest about that kind of thing.

😈 Has there been a point in a story where you did something just to be playfully mean to your readers?

Haha, yeah. (SPOILERS FOR MY SPIDEYPOOL FIC "THE MAN IN THE MASK")

I very purposely crafted the opening of the last chapter to imply that one of the characters had died, using words like "gone" instead of "left" etc. The story leading up to that indicated that there was a very real threat of this character dying, a lot of the drama hinged on it- and the other character ends up left on their own for a long period of time. The story sort of bookends itself with the second character being picked up and carted off by the same people who grabbed him at the opening, so it seems like a cycle might be repeating, but it turns out things are okay (or getting there) and the two are reunited after what was just a rocky transition period.

⛔ Do you have a fic you started, but scrapped?

I don't know if I'd ever say *anything* was entirely scrapped, if only because whenever I start a story I usually have an ending in mind. Even if I lose motivation- the ending is in my brain somewhere, I didn't quit the story because I didn't know where to go with it, I just ran out of steam- so if I got some steam back, I might just end up finishing it one day. Case in point, I started an MGS story years and YEARS ago. It withered away in a google doc all but forgotten until I got an opportunity to write for a zine this year. The idea was still in the back of my brain, and lo and behold, I had several hundred words waiting for me to uncover and repurpose, so I ended up finishing the story after all.

I do have several google docs of general outlines (usually lifted from late night discord convos with friends) that I threw down in case I ever wanted to write a fic about them. There's a lot of trashy Spideypool there that probably isn't going to see the light of day, so I guess those.

[isadora-greenhall]

Dndads s2 e35 thoughts

SCREAMING GROUND CONTROL TO MAJOR TOM

Man and wife and manandmanandman 🤣😭

Nick took Cassandra's name lmfao (my hc is when they met she introduced herself and he was so blown away by how awesome and hot she is he forgot his own name and said "I'm Nicky...Swift" 😭)

I respect Matt keeping the sim life private but I HATE IT AHAHA

ANTHONY TAKE CAROL'S NAME OUR OF YOUR MOUTH AHAHA

AYYYYYYYY Will did the whole name hell yeaaaaahh

Lmao the scary intro was good ahaha

6th edition D&D galaxy brain shit lmfao

Nick's limbs are back good to know 😂 wait...all of them? 🤔

Linc you fucking idiot ahahahaaaaaa

Hero ahahhahahahahahahaaaaaaaaaaa

Aaaaaaaahababahahahahahahahaha

Haaaaaaaa

Hero and Terry bffs

(Also lmao I couldn't tell if it was Walter or Paeden at first, and then it was HERO ahaha)

Terranaut?

The Terry voice keeps getting me lmao

HONEY AHAHAHAHAHAHA

Hero just not giving a shit about being the chosen one is so funny

Watched walk the line so the burning ring of fire reference 👌🏼

Hero being into Sailor Moon and working for like NASA or whatever this place is is great lol

Fuckin Matt Arnold 🤣

THE WHOLE TRYING TO GET TAYLOR TO GO ON A DATE WITH HERO BIT AHAHA

Ooh I'm gonna be thinking about that Terry line about marriage being about picking up the slack 👀

Scary finally talking to her mum again

"I'm sorry did I hear an S??" 😭

HERO INTO LINC AHAHA

Losing it completely over hero just completely being like fuck Taylor

"Honey" "sweetie" LINC STOP 😂

TACKLE LINC, SOMEONE!!!!!

All the emotions talk while they should be finding ways to survive space is so fucking funny

TERRY NOOOOO

SWEETUMS

"Hermie's been working" asdfghjkl

Hermie's crush on scary being back ahahahahaha

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

This episode is so fucking funny 😂🤣

Oooh the polyamory slight during PRIDE MONTH Anthony Burch you're in so much trouble lmao

I really love that they got rid of all the scientists and there's just a bunch of teenagers dealing with this situation lmfao

Thank you Matt for then going and actually getting scientists to do it ahaha

Before he'd even finished describing that dr's office toy I knew what Anthony was talking about lmao

Hell yeah Hero be your own woman!

Matt refusing to say the whole surname ahah

THE LAST THING THAT CASSANDRA KNEW IS THAT HER SON WAS IN A FLAMING HOUSE SHE WAS GOING TO GO FIND HIM AND NOW SHES JUST TWEETING REDBULL FOR HIM ASDFGHJKL

AND as far as we know she's still with Willy asdfghjkl

I keep forgetting the ringtone is fucking Tony pepperoni ahahah

The spooky music whenever someone returns to space is great lol

Oh FUCK Terry wants her dad home 😭

Fucking hell what did they put poor hero through Jesus Christ

Fuck I'm tearing up over Hero 😭 eldest daughter feels 👌🏼

This is the wildest fucking episode. Like. I know what going on but. What the fuck is going on 😂

...okay but IS Scary's dad gonna show up courtesy of redbull? 👀

FUCK Terry Jr's about to die

WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT

[papirouge]

Hii papirouge I hope your day has been well and that you have many more blessed days to come 🫶

I wanted to get into watching anime (I was looking into trying sailor moon and some studio Ghibli movies because those are popular) and wondered if you had any recommendations?

Also: I keep seeing the creepiness of modern anime (namely the pedophilia and other degeneracy) and am seriously wondering what happened between old school anime to now??? The old stuff seems much more normal and sane in comparison.

Hi baby🌞 this is such a lovely entrance djzkdksksk now you got me by the feelings so I'm going to try my best to answer even though I haven't watched anime since YEARS 🥴

There's this preconceived ideas that older anime (80s-90s) were less harmful than today's.... which is true to some extent (especially when it comes to female representation : don't you find interesting that WOMEN are absent from modern anime/manga? only teen or children..... which breeds a generation of pedophiles/men who can't cope with mature women. At least in the 80s we had Versailles no Bara, Cat's Eyes, City Hunter female characters, etc. The FEMME Fatale trope was thriving) but there was definitely toxic/creepy things even in old gen manga.

I grew up with Sailor Moon, and most of this stuff flew over my head back then, but for example Usagi daughter (Chibi Usagi) had a flirtatious relationship with her father. Little Light studio YouTube channel has a whole playlist of videos exposing the cursed messages in anime I linked one of their video in one of my post in the my #animewasamistake tag, and they go as far as the 90s (with Dragon Ball, Dragon Ball Z, Sailor Moon, Yu-Gi-Oh!, etc.) So it's not new

I like flexing over the fact that I never watched a Ghibli movie. Most adults obsessing over those movie scream emotional retardation syndrome. I feel the same about Disney fans too (both demographics overlap anyways). Ghibli movies are filled with paganism so I'm losing my mind whenever I see Christians worshipping them🙄

The Isekai genre is a whole escapist cope anyway (beside Ghibli movies, there's also Kimi no Na/Your Name that did a lot of waves a few years ago) It's only featuring kids or teenager through coming of age stories, and it baffles my head that grown adults are obsessing and identifying so hard over such thematics.

Adulting in Japan sucks, that's why most of their entertainment revolves around glorifying youth & childhood (and entertainment material for adult is often sex related), a time where they are still free of pressuring social expectations, have an entire future before them to create and fantasizing about parallel dimensions where we can fix everything.... but we don't need to bring this regressive copium in the West. I think anime culture is part of why so many adults act & sound retarded today. I'll get roasted for saying that, but people above 25 years old enthusiastically watching anime have something wrong with them.

Ultimately I wouldn't recommend you to watch anime bc there's an obvious (mental & emotional regressive) agenda in it.

The only safe and clever anime I can think of is Shōkōjo Sarah. I grew up watching it and it made the person I am today. It's really emotional and bittersweet (still an happy ending though !!) but watching it will really show you how much of a gap there is between today's anime. Shōkōjo Sarah tackles real stuff (death, abuse, poverty, bullying, social class injustice, etc.).

Anime stans would argue that nekketsu too explore great values (friendship/newfound familly, courage, perseverance, etc.) but all this positivity is overshadowed by all the trash around. Senseless fighting, violence, ABSOLUTE ABSENCE OF ADULTS, PARENTS OR PARENTAL AUTHORITY, female characters devoid of any personality beside having big breast and being a side buddy/love intereset of the main character (hence why most male anime fans have such a warped view of adult femaleness)..

Avoiding manga/anime written by males is already a great way to sort out shitty manga. But even female author are shoving mysticism (Fullmetal Alchemist), weird romantic dynamic in their material (I'll never forget CLAMP obsession to do child/adult couples in Cardcaptor Sakura) and unecessary (underage) female sexualization (let's not forget Kimetsu no Yaiba main character's 14 y.o sister having her breasts doubling size & popping out of her kimono whenever whatever demon who's possessing her comes out).... I feel like the anime/manga industry is so porny & scrotified that even female author go with the flow to get success.

[arollofmirrors]

Firstly, I'm okay if you call me mirrors. Thanks for asking.

Secondly, oh boy. Where do I begin?

I've tried figure out how I first learnt of his existence before, but I've never been able to quite pinpoint. I think it must've been when I was around 10-11 years old cause that's when, after a lot of begging on my part and consideration on theirs, my parents got me a tablet. Finally! I had my own window to the outside world in the palms of my hands! Now I can watch Chuggaaconroy play Luigi's Mansion whenever I wanted! Who's gonna stop me now!?! AHAHAHAHAHA-

Anyways, this is where it starts getting tricky because I know I learnt of him via YouTube, but I don't exactly remember how. I know some of videos I watched made references to him and such, but I'm not sure what made me go "I'm gonna see what this guy's about!" At some point I guess I just thought "I'm gonna see what this guy's about!" and started with songs from Mandatory Fun cause that was the most recent album.

Actually, I also remember going to my younger cousin's birthday party around that age where we were all able to watch videos on her parents computer. I wanted to play the English version of the Sailor Moon theme song on loop, but someone stopped me and instead played some weird music video of this nerdy man rapping about how much of a nerd he was. So maybe that was the first time?

Actually actually, though it's very foggy, I do remember being 6-7 years old and sneaking onto my dad's computer to watch YouTube videos. I tried to watch Scooby-Doo content and came across clips from a Batman episode where the Scooby-Doo gang was there. I don't know how much of the episode I saw, but I do know that the episode also had Weird Al in it! So there is a possibility that this is actually the very first time I learnt of Weird Al!

You see why I have a hard time pinpointing it down?

Anyways, from some point on I became a casual Weird Al fan. I feel like by the time I was in the eighth grade, while I was still wasn't in too deep, I knew more than the average person would. I watched the Behind The Music special and a little bit of Weird Al Live (1999) off YouTube. I was aware of some deep cuts like Nature Trial To Hell or I Remember Larry and I knew he made way too many cameos in way too many things at this point.

I offcially went off the deep end about six months ago. I found myself in an existential quandary full of loathing and self-doubt and wracked with the pain and isolation of my pitiful meaningless existence. So all I wanted was a little bit of levity during this time (plus my interest was sparked once I heard of the biopic) and decided to listen to some songs again.

Oops cause something, something, here I am now!

Honestly I'm surprised it took this long for me to finally become a hard-core fan. I guess being on the edge of an emotional breakdown was the final push I needed?

It's a bit of a shame cause I'm an extremely self conscious person who lives in a really small town with very few people I regularly talk to; none of them are really that invested in Al (especially not to the degree I am). As a result I don't have anyone I feel comfortable sharing this interest with in my life. Whenever I try to with my friends I get the feeling that they don't care and I just feel bad for them. So it's been nice to be able to be apart of the small, yet active community here. It's been fun to interact with you guys and share whatever random thoughts or trivia I have. (Plus I feel like I need a more laid-back fanbase like this one after my Danganronpa hyperfixation back in 2020-2021. *shudder*)

TL;DR: I dunno, I just learned he existed when I was ten or so and was a casual fan until a few months ago when I decided to go back to his work as a way to cope with my life and accidentally, yet predictable became obsessed.

(By the way I wanted to get something off my chest for a while and I'm going to use right now as an excuse to.

I remember back in March of 2020 when Al uploaded the live preformce of Germs to YouTube. This was the first time I ended up not just hearing the song, but watching the video and I remember exactly what I thought:

"Wow, I liked that song! That was really funny and just a genuinely cool song, definitely heavier than Al's other songs. I enjoyed that, but what was up with that shirt? Why did it have holes in the sleeves? And why were the sleeves semi-transparent? It looks stupid! Other than that, there is literally nothing else noteworthy about the live version of the song."

It's stuff like this that makes my friends suspect I might be ace/aro. Also, please don't kill me! I've come around to respect Germs fully and I promise to never say such blasphemous things again!)

Random Question: When did you first learn about Al and at what point did you fall down into the land of Weird Al hyperfixation?

hi mirrors! (I hope it's ok me calling you that lmk if there's something else you'd like me to call you instead!)

Ok so I first learned about al when I was a kid, about 8ish. I assume this age because I think it was around the time that Poodle Hat came out. My dad introduced me to his music. I don't think he was like, a fan? More of a casual enjoyer. When he showed me and my lil bro the songs eBay and Eat It and Fat and Like A Surgeon and Amish Paradise we were both entranced. My brother was more into him than I was then and when Straight Outta Lynwood came out he introduced me to Virus Alert and I'll Sue Ya and Don't Download This Song and also Hardware Store and I loved them all. I loved the way he made the songs funny and silly and wasn't afraid to be weird. I never really dug deeper into his music than that and for a long while I mostly forgot about him apart from occasionally jamming to those songs and enjoying it when my brother played his music and irritating the people around me by singing his lyrics over the original songs whenever I heard them.

Fast forward to right at the end of December last year. 2022 was a very Year for me and I was looking forward to it being over and moving into 2023 and was like. 2022 has gotta have one final curveball for me. Let's see what it ends up being. Then one of my mutuals on main reblogged the Germs weird al gnc af gifset. And I was shook to my core. The fact that he'd done a nine inch nails pastiche? One of my favourite bands, that I discovered after my weird al days? How had it never really occurred to me that he had an entire discography that I could now explore as an adult with a richer understanding and appreciation of wordplay, humour, composition and music in general? And how had I taken this long to realise how gender he was? How much of a formative influence on me was he without me realising at all? Is he the reason I love Hawaiian shirts, I even wondered?? A couple of days later the hyperfixation hit like a ton of bricks. Like it hit so hard that I didn't sleep at all that night. I was just listening to his songs and scrolling through @yankovic-lovers until like 10am. I think I made this sideblog around the middle of January when I knew that being normal about him was likely no longer going to be an option. Then a few days after that I happened to Google "weird al tour dates" because I love seeing live music and was curious as to whether he ever played live in the UK or not and whaddaya know? He was shortly going to be playing a show of the return of the vanity tour at the same venue I saw nine inch nails at last summer. Spooky. So of course I bought a ticket. And no word of a lie, that was one of the best shows I've ever been to, even with just the seated set. Seeing a full scale tour is now bucket list territory for me.

It's been just about seven months of Yankofreakin' It and shows no sign of slowing. I'm really taking my time with exploring his entire career outside of music and outside of his main studio albums cos I don't want it to end honestly :'). I really think he's going to be one of those artists who's going to become a solid favourite, who's going with me in some way for life even when this hyperfixation isn't so intense anymore. Feels weird to say but it feels like I was always meant to find my way back to being a fan of him, like it was inevitable, and I'm so happy that it finally happened. He's really helped me understand myself and appreciate myself more (queer autistic self-recognition through the sillygoofy Other is a powerful thing, it turns out), helped me cope with what has turned out to be another difficult year, and I absolutely adore the fan community on here - you're all utterly delightful and I'm really glad to have 'met'/shitposted with you all.

I don't think that mutual who reblogged that gifset actually knows it was their fault (lighthearted) like we've never talked so I've never had the opportunity to be like. YOU!! (insert photo of person grabbing cat who knocked over plantpot here)

TL;DR: liked him as a kid, mostly forgot about him after that and then at New Year's one of my mutuals reblogged a gifset of him sliding down a mic stand in a Trent Reznor costume and now I spend my days calling him a milf on Tumblr dot com.

Thank you for asking!!! This is a sideblog so consider this reply to be me also sending you an ask with precisely the same questions!!

[theatlasrealm]

SHORT KAI HCS/SMITH TRIO HCS

—-Kai visibly Looks shorter than the rest of the ninja however he looks taller than Jay only because of his hair gel but in reality he and Jay are the same exact height

—-I said this before and I will say it again to reach kitchen cabinets or any high place kai either does one of two things :

1) airjitzu’s and sets the entire place on fire 2) becomes an Olympic gold metal gymnast

THERE IS NO INBETWEEN

—- Kai doesn’t get bothered much that cole and Zane are taller then him bc they are older… but the fact that his YOUNGER SIBLINGS are taller than him keeps him awake at night..

—-sometimes when nya or lloyd wake up in the middle of the night, scared and shaking, they go to the same person they’ve been going to all their life for nightmares: Kai

—-kai influenced/helped Lloyd a lot. And I mean a LOT, just as much as he helped nya. hair care routine? yeha kai showed Lloyd. how to deal with panic attacks? kai helps him breathe, and taught him how to handle it in case Lloyd is ever alone. Also someone else also said this btw but Lloyd’s weapon is a sword gee I wonder why

—-KAI IS THE FASHIONISTA SIBLING I REPEAT HE IS FASHIONISTA SIBLING-

nya: Kai if I was in your shoes

Kai: first of all my shoes are pieces of art second of all you shouldn’t even be in those shoes good lord we need to go shoe shopping I can’t have my dear sister walking around like that

—-guess who’s holding all the shopping bags when the trio goes shopping! Ur right it is nya and lloyd

“kai please stop we don’t need more clothes”

“lloyd, life is a runaway what do you mean we don’t need more clothes”

“kai that’s it we are going home if I have to carry one more bag-”

—--nya and Lloyd can’t hide crap from kai he just knows

Lloyd, thinking: I hate myself

“hey Lloyd u okay buddy??”

“YEAH!!”

Kai brother instinct triggered

Kai pulls out weapon: abominable hug

weapon was effective lloyd is feeling better

—-kai is a good liar/actor to most people except nya girl sees right through his facade

nya, “hey kai everything okay?”

Kai,” yeah don’t worry everything’s fine!”

nya gently hugs kai and Kai has an emotional breakdown: a sequel

—-kai,”how’s the weather up there”

nya and Lloyd,” we weren’t aware garden gnomes could talk”

—- when any one of them is sick the remaining two know exactly what to do.

Nya is sick? Give her some soup ! Give her some space! She’s independent and isn’t a fan of being taken care of (lloyd respects that!) but yk kai….Kid isn’t scared of nyas rages 💪

Lloyd is sick? give him some soup! make him laugh! hug him! Thankfully he’s smart enough to stay in bed and recover because he knows if he does that the recovery process will be faster! the real question is if kai knows that…

Kai is sick? Code red full lockdown bro is gonna go try and discover a new species while burning at a high temperature. um kai isn’t scared of nyas rages but when she yells at him for not resting while sick she’s like ten times more scarier someone save the poor boy oh look savior lloyd has arrived oh wait nope false alarm he’s yelling at Kai too

—-they all casually share hoodies, graphic tees, etc. but for Kai it looks little too big.. um…. don’t tell him that though…..

—--if things are too overwhelming for Kai he goes to nya and Lloyd. everything seems to melt away when they look up and smile at him

—-don’t insult nya or Lloyd in front of Kai or Kai’s gonna do a full sailor moon transformation and then into a VICIOUS garden gnome.

—-whenever nya’s inventions/ideas don’t work out, she gets angry and frustrated at herself due to her perfectionist nature. Kai always manages to make her feel better

“hey don’t worry nya, you have wonderful ideas and such a smart brain! you created so many things and I couldn’t have been more proud. how about we go eat a snack and then you can come finish this project later! I’ll even help!

—-Kai is really good with ‘feminine’ stuff like sewing (he probably used to stitch up ripped clothes when him and nya were kids) and hair. he knows 7384377348 different hairstyles and does nya’s hair whenever he can. he also tried to teach Lloyd but the poor kid became jumble of confusion. he managed to teach him braids though!!!

you think this is it? naw shawty I’ve got part two coming out soon.

[1kook]

crunchyroll & rail

the 10th installment of my netflix & chill series !

SUMMARY Never mind the fact you really like Sailor Moon, or that you really want to pay attention to every little detail; the moment becomes Jungkook and his big smile and his red cheeks and the tiny box he produces from within his pocket. WARNINGS smut in the forms of making out, jk nipple play, some 69 action, cunnilingus, blowjobs, brief choking, jk trying his best to listen to oc but he doesn’t rlly :/, fingering, missionary bc his eyes are pretty, unprotected fuckin raw, its romantic but when is it not… MISC fluffy and domestic <3, weekend getaway <3, the Big Question, shy jk, sailor moon supremacy, jk makes this big elaborate speech about the sun and moon, mentions of 240p YouTube quality, RATING m (18+) WC 8.7k

NOTE (!) the smut in this chapter is relatively short ! I was more concerned with writing this monumental step in their relationship, so sorry to all the lads who come here specifically for the p0rn but today we focus on the l0ve <333 anyway nc 10!!!!! Can u fuckin believe….

Jungkook mentions it at the dinner table one night. You’re not eating— well, you are not eating; Jungkook has been stocking up on his protein intake like a madman —but finishing up some work you had brought home. Your back aches, your eyes burn. The mere sound of his soft voice has all those feel-good endorphins shooting through your nervous system like a shot of adrenaline. “We should take a trip,” he says, fork clattering against his plate to signify the end of his feast. 

Your fingers tap across your keyboard, eyes flickering between an Excel sheet and the report you’re typing out. It takes you a moment to respond, a delayed, “huh,” that even Jungkook doesn’t find convincing.  

In the background, you’re listening to what has to be one of the worst voiceovers of the original Sailor Moon series in a language you don’t even understand. But you know the series like the back of your hand, know what exactly is happening even if you don’t understand what they’re saying, because you’ve watched it only about a million times. It’s mostly just there for background purposes anyway, some white noise to try and replicate the noisy soundtrack of your office. 

To make matters worse—complicated?—, you had been too lazy to get onto your usual pirating sites and had settled for the five minute, five part, 240p clips of Sailor Moon on YouTube (you know the ones), and Jungkook has to wait until Episode 74: Part ⅖ ends before you grace him with a proper response. “Where do you wanna go, baby?” you ask, giving your eyes a break from the data as you move to scour YouTube for Episode 74: Part 3/5. 

He’s stretching back now, arms wound up above his head. His hair— god, his hair —is an ashy color now, a faded version of its golden ancestor from a few months ago. Soon, he’s planning on going back to brown, claims he’s getting too old to be dying his hair, whatever that means. For now, you watch his inked fingers run through his scalp; he looks delectable. Maybe you’re hungrier than you initially thought. Or at least thirstier. “A cabin,” he suggests, and he offers this little half shrug that would otherwise seem normal had you not been well-versed in the art of Jungkook Body Language. His front teeth nibble at his lip, eyes laser focused on his empty plate. Even now, he still gets nervous asking you out. That thought alone makes your ego soar as high as an airplane. “Just something small.”

Usually, “something small” with Jungkook ends up being something big and, in most cases, something expensive. Which you’re totally not opposed to— you’re at the point in your relationship where you don’t even bother trying to dissuade Jungkook from showering you with gifts. It’s one of his many, many, many, many forms of loving you and, well, he knows you like the back of his hand. He rarely misses. 

Lo and behold, it is a grander affair than a simple cabin. “Well, it’s more like a resort,” he confesses, reaching across the table for your hand. Immediately, his thumb finds itself rubbing over the simple band of your promise ring. “Just wanna do something nice for you. I know you’ve been tired lately,” he adds on, voice a quiet murmur that nearly gets lost under the intensity of the pout that appears whenever he becomes even the slightest bit bashful. 

You smile, the fondness in your heart skyrocketing to impossible heights when he lifts your hand to press those pretty petal lips against your knuckles. “Well, just let me know when,” you tell Jungkook. “So I can request time off from work.” 

Episode 74: Part 3/5 starts playing after an ad, and you’d pause it for the sake of preserving this moment with Jungkook, but it’s hidden under so many tabs on your laptop that you lose it the second you leave the tab. Jungkook’s head tilts to the side, sending his ashy locks cascading beautifully. “You know that show is on Crunchyroll,” Jungkook says, seemingly moving past his bout of shyness now. “And you have the password.” 

“Do I,” you murmur, but he’s lost you once more, your true talent of typing with one hand showing itself as you return to your Excel sheet, the other still firmly squeezed in his grasp. Jungkook releases soon enough anyway, cleans up the table quickly, and disappears off into the kitchen. He sings when he washes the dishes, likes to pretend he’s a terrible singer even though you’ve told him countless times he could easily take X Factor by storm. (And you know exactly what it takes to wow those judges— you spent the entire last month psychotically watching multiple X Factor seasons from multiple different countries, nearly considered joining the damn audition yourself.) The horribly dubbed Sailor Moon is yelling now, shrieking really, and Jungkook calls from the kitchen, “don’t forget to take your contacts out, sweetheart.” 

It’s domestic and it's nerve-wracking. 

You want Jungkook, that much is a fact. Aristotle and Socrates and that other guy could debate the philosophical intricacies of the world, turn this dimension in on itself until it was a scrambled mess of emotion and thought, but the one thing they could never change, could never even question, is your love for your boyfriend. You want Jungkook badly, but more importantly, you want Jungkook forever. 

And you’re sure Jungkook probably, maybe, hopefully feels that way too. But the way you feel is… slightly concerning to say the least. For starters, you’re convinced your love for Jungkook was meant to be, and that’s saying a lot coming from you. You’re not one for cheesy, soulmate tales— that was more Jungkook’s thing —but the more you think about it, the more you become convinced that you and Jungkook were destined to meet. Like the planets aligned one year, the stars conferred, a tectonic plate somewhere in California shifted; whatever it may have been, something happened somewhere that led to the birth of this beautiful romance of yours. 

Lately, being with Jungkook has this inexplicably fiery feeling blossoming in your chest, these waves of emotion that sometimes have you fantasizing about the weirdest of scenarios with him. Like yelling at him for not taking the garbage out on time, or bumping into each other as you make dinner in the kitchen, or buying a new rug together. 

(Most drastically, the other day, you had a dream where you were pregnant and Jungkook was there and there was a house and a dog and an annoyingly friendly neighbor and this god-awful tile in the bathroom.) 

Long story short, you’ve been fantasizing about a forever with Jungkook. The concerning part is the timing; was this too early? You’re nearly halfway through your second year with Jungkook now, and you know most people date for many, many years before the mere thought of union even occurs to them. In another life, maybe you were the same, would have held off until the very last moment. But with Jungkook things just feel right (at least for you), like there wasn’t going to be anyone else after him. And you sincerely hoped there wouldn’t be. 

You slump back into your seat, eyes fluttering shut. Too many thoughts swirl around your mind, and the screech of the Sailor Moon voiceover on screen certainly doesn’t help. How you managed to spiral that far down your thoughts in the span of one 240p, five minute clip of a larger episode amazes even you. To add onto your worries, the clip abruptly ends and Episode 74: Part ⅘ is nowhere in sight, a fact that draws a frustrated moan out of the already sensitive you. 

Luckily, Jungkook eventually returns, standing closely behind you. His presence is enormous, the room suddenly overflowing with a shit ton of those feel-good endorphins all over again, except this time they reach an all-time high when he leans over and quietly shuts your laptop. “Come sleep,” he says softly, and it’s a pleasant mixture of his genuinely caring voice and that horndog purr of his that lures you into bed. And it’s that same voice that croons softly into your ear, fingers nestled between your folds until you’re orgasming yourself into a deep slumber. 

Much to no one’s surprise, the cabin turns out to be quite the luxurious lodging; two floors of dark oak everywhere you turn, a stunning stone fireplace in the bedroom, and a truly breathtaking view of the resort’s snowy hill (read: front row seats to watch all the snowboarders and skiers wipe out in the snow). Jungkook had splurged quite the pretty penny on it, so you make a point to clap it up for him when he first opens the door to your temporary home for the weekend. 

The main bedroom is beyond words. It’s got an attached balcony (that you doubt you’ll be using in this chilly weather), and a wooden canopy bed that makes you feel like a royal (that you will certainly be using). It’s separated into two areas, the bed space and a tiny entertainment area on the other side of the room. Perhaps the best thing about the room— and the cabin itself —is the huge, smart TV mounted above said stone fireplace and the fact it allows the phone mirroring option in lieu of not having any streaming sites. And as is with every and anything to do with televisions, Jungkook is the most excited of the two of you. “Baby, look,” he beams, pointing excitedly at whatever he’s got mirrored onto the television this time. Knowing him, it’s probably another documentary. 

You had the forethought to finish your work before the trip, spent two days in the office going absolutely ham on this month’s final reports until your department head promptly sent you home to finish the rest there. You had given yourself a fright upon entering the bathroom that night, the state of your under eyes so severe, you feared it was sufficient cause for a national emergency. Similarly, Jungkook had done the same with his work, cooped himself up in his study until he was free from the shackles of capitalism for the weekend. All this to say you’ve missed him these past few days. 

But even though you’re sorely malnourished in the affection department and craving a good kiss or two, you wouldn’t dare interrupt one of Jungkook’s little nerdy, tech-induced fanboy moments. They’re cute, in their own geeky way, providing some insight to a mellower side of your boyfriend who looks on with childlike wonder; Jungkook’s eyes always get so big when he talks about nerdy stuff. You get to work hanging up the silk shirt he packed for tomorrow night’s fancy dinner at the resort, listening to some British narrator’s detailed description of the functionally extinct Northern white rhinos living under 24-hour surveillance in Kenya.  

(Jungkook’s really into nature documentaries again, had spent a few nights sniffling as he watched that one Koko the gorilla film.) 

The original plan was to head to the nearest store and whip up something small to eat at the cabin. But Jungkook is a little tired from the long drive, slumps down into the couch in front of the now lit fireplace like a limbless blob as he tunes into his documentary. His nose is a little red from the outside chill. It’s so cute. He’s so cute. You love him so much, you fear you’ll accidentally squeeze his cheeks to death. It’s a thought that occurs more times than you’d like. 

According to the pamphlet on the nightstand, the resort has its own room-service to order from. Normally you would do that, but not this time; you had gotten into a bit of a squabble with the man at the front desk after he had tried to withhold Jungkook’s reservation for arriving two minutes past your check-in time, called each other all sorts of names before he backed down and gave you your room key. So you’re still a little salty, to say the least. Instead, you settle in for some pizza in front of the huge TV, calling up the nearest place to order some of Jungkook’s and your favorites. 

You plop down beside him, instinctively cuddling closer when he wraps an arm around your shoulders. “So,” you start, flipping through the rest of the resort’s introductory pamphlet. There’s a loud roar on screen. In all honesty, you didn’t even know what Northern white rhinos sounded like until then, and you probably never would have if not for the man beside you. “What are you in the mood for tonight, sweet boy?” 

You’re not sure if it’s the fatigue or the overall relaxed vibes he’d been exuding since the moment you entered the cabin, but Jungkook is weirdly cooperative today. “Whatever you want,” he responds, head on your shoulder. He even places the remote in your hands, gives your enclosed fist a gentle tap as if he’s just handed you the secret to eternal youth. In other words, it’s a rare sight to behold. “This is your trip, pretty girl.” 

You appreciate the sentiment, but feel the need to clear the air, tucking your feet up onto the couch as you snuggle closer. “Our trip,” you clarify, and snatch the remote anyway before he changes his mind. 

Jungkook releases a quiet huff of laughter, head rolling back against the couch cushions to display his thick, juicy neck that definitely doesn’t awaken any vampiric tendencies in you. “We can even watch some anime if you want,” he murmurs, casually throwing an arm around your shoulders in a way that would have made any teenage girl in the early 2000s squeal with excitement. It’s one of those barely there touches, but the way he holds you makes you feel so safe and warm and loved. So loved and in love. “The ones on Crunchyroll, though.”

For the sake of preserving these good vibes (and your ears [and Jungkook’s sanity]), you navigate to the Crunchyroll app on your phone, quickly finding your latest obsession and mirroring it onto the big television before Jungkook can react. “Sailor Moon?” he asks with a tone that implies a feigned interest, mostly out of respect for you; he’s, sadly, still not the big dorky anime fan you had hoped to convert him into. 

“In the name of the moon, I’ll punish you,” you recite dutifully, snatching up the throw blanket on the end of the couch. It’s barely big enough to cover the both of you, has Jungkook’s outstretched legs and your booty subject to the chilly air. Who cares, Jungkook is a furnace anyway. 

He snorts. “Punish me,” he mumbles, as if he doesn’t believe it. His snarky comment wins him a playful pinch against his doughy cheek, not that he particularly defends himself against it anyway, eyes fluttering shut as you tug at the pale skin. 

“Don’t fuck with the moon, Jungkook,” you warn him, snuggling closely against his side as your favorite opening song begins filtering through the speakers of the television before you. It’s infinitely better than the 240p YouTube clips you had subjected yourself to the entire last week, the graphics scarily clear. 

“Right, of course,” Jungkook says, but a hint of amusement seems to curl around the sound anyway. Nevertheless, he lets it go, cuddles into your side as you pour your full focus into watching yet another group of ragtag teenagers with supernatural abilities kick some ass. 

You can tell Jungkook isn’t really into it, and you’re torn between just snuggling him into a well deserved nap or taping his eyelids open so he can become a fan of this show with you. 

The loving, caring, adoring side of you says Jungkook deserves the entire world and more (the more in question preferably being a fluffy blanket and a nap). He worked hard this week, just like you, and on top of that he was the one who planned this entire weekend getaway for the two of you to enjoy. You want him to rest up.

The obnoxiously in love girlfriend-slash-best friend in you says Jungkook is sorely missing out on one of the greatest shows on planet Earth and that naps are for the weak. 

Your jumbled thoughts are interrupted by a loud sound on the television, a yelp from Ms. Sailor Moon herself that has you jolting up in surprise. Jungkook welcomes you deeper into his embrace, chuckles at your little fright. “Scared?” he teases in that low voice that makes you feel like you’re going crazy, really. So crazy and irrational, and the only thing that stops you from bombarding him with an unexpected outpouring of love is that hard and sharp thing that pokes your side when you get too close to him. It’s not Jungkook, sadly, but something in the front pocket of his hoodie instead. 

And for some reason, part of your brain is stuck all of a sudden, rewinding the last two and a half years like a broken cassette tape that had the tape reel hastily stuffed back inside by a toddler. It’s choppy to say the least, and it certainly doesn’t help when Jungkook calls your name softly, tenderly. “__,” he murmurs. It’s a little weird; it’s not often he says your name, mostly referring to you with one of the many pet names from that part of his vocabulary that focuses exclusively on terms of endearment. Your heart skips a beat. 

Now, if anyone were to ask, it’s approximately around this time that you begin to spiral. The pink curve of his bottom lip is just too close, the mole on his nose too prominent. Paired with the obnoxious tittering of Usagi on screen, you can feel your thoughts begin to overlap, bumping into each other within the realm of your brain until all that comes out are the messiest of messy thoughts. 

They go like this: 

Most episodes of any anime run for approximately thirty minutes. Take out the commercial breaks, the opening and ending credits, and it becomes something closer to twenty. Twenty minutes per episode, filled with plot and gags and tears and whatever else necessary to make you feel something, anything really. 

“What’s in your pocket?” you ask tentatively. 

In contrast, it takes approximately two seconds for Jungkook’s lips to quirk up— first the right side, always the right side —and his eyes to crinkle. Two seconds for him to smile, a sweet expression that reminds you of Netflix and college and quiet laughter and tattoos and silly YouTube videos and cookies and cell phones and job applications and blond hair; two seconds to make you feel everything all at once. 

“There’s nothing,” he says, but his cheeks are pink, and it’s not from the cold anymore. His smile is so big it makes your own cheeks ache just looking at it. You can’t even hear the television anymore. Never mind the fact you really like Sailor Moon, or that you really want to pay attention to every little detail; the moment becomes Jungkook and his big smile and his red cheeks and the tiny box he produces from within his pocket. “It was supposed to be for tomorrow,” he admits, unwrapping his arm from around you. 

It’s a little funny, somehow, because his hands are covered in ink, in tiny doodles and intricate pieces of swirls and words that ooze this aura of strength and toughness. But they tremble when he opens it, as unsteady as a wispy dandelion on a windy day, fumbling with the box. And when you look closely, he’s been biting at the skin along his thumb again, that nervous habit you’ve been trying forever to help him overcome. 

Someone is saying something on screen, something important to the plot. The volume is loud, but not as loud as your heart. Not as loud as Jungkook’s quiet murmur when he speaks again. “Will you marry me?” he asks softly, looks at you with flushed cheeks and big eyes and his heart on his sleeve. 

The answer has always been the same, hasn’t changed since the first time he planted the seed in your mind. Still, it catches in your throat, nearly loses out to a surprised and emotional sob that you barely manage to bite down. You had just been speaking, had just been ready to deliver a whole spiel on the importance of him watching Sailor Moon with you. But when you try now, it’s raspy and dry, as if you haven’t used your voice in years. “I— yes,” you exhale, surprised by the lonely tear that trails down your cheek. You go to wipe it away, but Jungkook beats you with a gentle hand cupping your cheek. 

His smile is wobbly, patches of red blossoming across his face that eventually consume his entire appearance as he leans his forehead against yours. Only then do you realize he’s crying, and you laugh out of reflex. “You’re crying,” you say, and Jungkook snorts. 

“You cried first,” he sniffles, smiling. “You made me cry.” 

He looks like a wreck, but, like, a hot wreck. An engaged, hot wreck who’s eyes flicker back to the TV to remind you to pause your anime, always so considerate. You do, hastily smashing buttons on the remote before remembering it’s controlled by your phone, hands flying back and forth as your nerves actively work to retire themselves after Jungkook’s proposal. “Easy there,” he soothes, eventually catching your hand in his, drawing it up for a kiss against your knuckles. 

The ring fits perfectly, snuggly. Vaguely, a memory drifts through your thoughts of Jungkook and Doyeon on a rampant mission to reorganize your jewelry box a few months ago, but it disappears as quickly as it came. You’re taken by the ring, a simple band with a pretty diamond on top. It’s a good mixture of you and him; flashy yet mild. 

“You love me,” you marvel, a revelation you’ve had the honor of experiencing time and time again with Jungkook. Still, it never fails to render you speechless. He hums. 

“I do,” he says, taking your hand in his. “It’s the easiest thing for me. Like breathing, or existing. I think I was made to love you.” And normally, you’d be the first one to correct him. Jungkook was made for so much more, a fact he’s proven time and time again with his abilities and the sheer size of his heart. He was your golden boy, could do anything he set his mind to. Always amazing you, always making you fall in love all over again. 

But now, with the weight of his words sitting heavy in the air, you find yourself incapable of negating the fact, instead sniffling at the meaning. 

Pleased with your silence, Jungkook places another chaste kiss against your ring. “I love you, __,” he confesses, voice nearly a whisper. Your entire body feels as if it is doused in gasoline, lit aflame over and over again. Your heart threatens your rib cage, pounds away with the strength of a world renowned boxer. Jungkook’s hands curl around your wrists carefully. “I used to think we were like the moon and the sun,” he admits, “that you were my sun and I was your moon. In love but always separated by those thin veils of the sunrise and the sunset.” He pauses, nuzzling sweetly against your palm once more before gently guiding them down between the two of you. “But that really sucks— saying goodbye to you every night? I hate that, __. I hate watching you leave, I hate watching you run off in the mornings or halfway through the day, having to drive back and forth from your place to mine. I hate having to be away from you when all I wanna do is hold you. I— I want to be by your side,” he rambles, eyes nervously meeting yours. They’re still glassy, dark lashes framing his chocolate irises wonderfully. “Forever.” 

Your heartbeat stutters, the simple word looping itself in your mind like that night in his dining room all over again, all the fantasies of having a forever with Jungkook bubbling to the surface. Jungkook pushes on. “You are my sun,” he says softly, mostly to himself. “But… I don’t wanna be the moon anymore. Being the moon means, eventually, I’ll have to say goodbye. In the night or in the morning, it always comes to an end. And I don't want there to be an end with you,” he insists, clutching your hand tightly. “I wanna be another star, the closest one to you. The one who gets to be with you forever. I wanna be by you and shine with you and—“

“Explode into a gazillion little fragments of cosmic dust with me,” you offer, and Jungkook nods along eagerly, too amped up on his speech to bother scolding you for your playful comment. 

“Yes, I want to— to—“ The words catch in his throat. So much emotion from the man you once thought was the dictionary definition of calm and collected. “To—“ 

“Marry me,” you fill in, and Jungkook practically blows a fuse from how emotionally fired up he’s become, exclaiming a resolute, “yes!” that leaves you stupidly grinning back at him. 

His outburst leaves him with flushed cheeks. “I do,” he reiterates in a softer tone, averting his gaze from you as if embarrassed by his cheesy outpouring of emotion. Usually, it’s the other way around; you make all the corny declarations of love and Jungkook laughs along suavely. It feels nice to have the tables turned. 

There’s so much to say, but the words all fade away when Jungkook shyly looks at you again. You settle on tackling him back onto the couch cushions, taking his surprised little yelp in stride as you suffocate him in your embrace. “Save those words for the big day, superstar,” you giggle, peppering his red face with tiny kisses that make him scrunch up cutely. “I can’t wait to blow up into one huge supernova with you.” 

Beneath you, Jungkook groans. “I’m sorry,” he huffs, voice muffled against your shoulder. Begrudgingly, his arms come up to envelope you, pulling you closer until the blanket scrunches up uncomfortably between you two. “That must’ve sounded so lame.” 

Leaning back so you’re not completely squishing him, you carefully push his silvery hair away from his forehead. “Don’t be,” you assure him, placing one chaste peck against his pouty lips. “I thought it was cute. I didn’t know you were into astrology.” 

A sigh. “Astronomy,” he corrects, “astrology has to do with zodiac signs and placements.” 

You run your thumbs over his cheeks, collecting any of the drying tears that paint his face. “Oh, like how you’re a Virgo and I’m a“— 

The TV remote you had lost somewhere along the way is suddenly rematerialized beneath your knee, sends the speakers blaring to life with a deafening screech that has both you and Jungkook leaping up like two frightened cats. “You always do this,” he laughs, that loud boyish sound that makes you feel like you’re sitting on a cloud. He watches you with a gentle smile as you hurriedly shut off the television, the remote haphazardly tossed somewhere behind you afterwards. You return to his embrace, wrap your arms around his waist and snuggle into his warmth. His heart thumps a steady rhythm beneath your ear. 

“You’re gonna be stuck with me forever,” you warn him, clutching at the fabric of his shirt like he’ll suddenly disintegrate before your eyes.

Above you, Jungkook hums, placing a kiss against the crown of your head. “I look forward to it,” he responds, pulling you impossibly closer, until you can feel the wrinkles in his shirt imprinting themselves against your cheek. He’s back to being that suave bastard again, and you find yourself wishing you had milked those big crocodile tears out of him for just a little bit longer. 

Fingers gently press against the muscles in your nape, push themselves in deeply until you can feel all the tension seeping out, turning you into a limbless blob over Jungkook. “Jeez,” you sigh, eyes fluttering shut. “And you wanted to wait until tomorrow.”

He huffs out a laugh. “I just thought you’d rather get engaged at a fancy restaurant with a pretty dress,” he defends, and you can hear the grin on his face. “For the photos.”

“Fair point,” you concede, eventually pushing yourself up so you’re not entirely squishing your boyfriend beneath you. Jungkook is already looking at you when you lift your head, has got this funny double-chin from this angle that makes his normally sharp jawline disappear. You find yourself tapping a finger against his chin, on the chocolate chip mole that hides itself beneath his plump bottom lip. “If anything, just propose to me again tomorrow at the restaurant.”

It wins you an eye-roll. “I’m not gonna propose to you again tomorrow,” he laughs, doesn’t even push you away when you become annoying and start tapping your fingers against all his beauty marks like you’re playing Whack-a-Mole. 

“Booo,” you frown, but let it go soon enough, foregoing your little game to press your lips against his. “Then I better make this a night to remember,” you murmur, tilting your head to the side.

Your hands dip into his luscious locks, fingernails tracing thin lines along his scalp that are certain to send tingles down his spine. As predicted, Jungkook releases a quiet groan soon after, a sound that’s muffled against your own lips. He’s pliant tonight, but not in a way that would elude fatigue. Pliant in a way that suggests he wants you to take the reins tonight, exhaling softly against you as he parts his lips. 

“Let me take care of you,” you hum, the hand that had been mindlessly hovering along his cheek drifting down to caress the side of his neck. Jungkook nods, his irises swimming in lust. You smile at his silent compliance, give his throat a light squeeze that makes his breathing hitch in surprise. 

He’s always at his prettiest when he’s beneath you like this, limbs moving in slow motion as you guide him along. You can already feel the beginnings of his arousal stirring beneath the front of his sweats, his cock slowly making its presence known against your thigh. You press your lips against his once more, making sure to make it rougher than the first kiss. Your tongue is met with little resistance, slips past his lips and dips into the hot cave of his mouth where Jungkook releases another trembling breath. 

Two hands come up behind you, trail themselves over your back and down to your ass, where he gives the two globes a tight squeeze. It draws a whimper out of you, one that Jungkook greedily swallows up. His tongue rubs up along yours, the wet muscle daringly pushing back against yours. His rebelliousness is only quelled with another press of your fingertips around his throat.

“Slow down,” you tell him. The first roll of your hips against him is slow, cruel in that you cut the motion short just as Jungkook begins to push back. A bratty huff escapes him, swollen pink lips pushing out into that endearing pout you love so much. It makes you grin, releasing the grip around his throat to carefully brush a stray strand of hair away from his eyes. 

It’s a gesture that works to soften Jungkook as well, the petulant look on his face melting away as you trail your pointer finger along his cheekbone. It’s replaced with a more tender one, dark lashes blinking up at you slowly. “Open,” you command upon reaching his mouth, finger pressing down against his pink lower lip. Jungkook obeys, opening his mouth until you can see his pink tongue and the dark abyss that leads down his throat. Your finger pushes itself in, and Jungkook certainly doesn’t try to resist. His lips suction around the digit fairly quickly, tight enough to keep you there but loose enough for you to slowly draw your finger in and out, each short plunge pressing down against his tongue. 

It’s a rather short affair, one that comes to an end when he accidentally bucks up against you, pressing his hardened member against your core. You retract your finger.  “Can you,” he tries, but his cheeks are stained red and he refuses to meet your gaze. “Just…” 

You intercept him with a chaste peck, maneuvering your legs until your knees are firmly pressed into the couch cushions beneath him, his thin waist trapped in between. When you sit up, you feel drunk on power and the way Jungkook looks up at you certainly doesn’t help. “Can I sit on your face?” 

He chokes. “I— sure, please,” he blurts out. His gaze follows you as you slip off of him, quickly discarding your pants and top on the floor. One pat against his thigh has him hurrying to shimmy out of his clothes, his sweatpants caught around his ankles. 

“You’re excited,” you laugh, stripping him of his bottoms when the frustration takes him over. 

Jungkook scoffs. “Well, yeah,” he mumbles, tugging his shirt off with one smooth motion. The ink around his bicep is as dark as ever, contrasts wonderfully against his warm face. “My fiancée is gonna sit on my face.”

The title makes you preen, quickly finding your place on his lap once more. With your clothing out of the way, Jungkook really does become a furnace. Every inch of his body is hot to the touch, soft too. “Fiancée,” you giggle, hands on his chest. They slide down, fingers playfully nudging his brown nipples. Jungkook flinches at the touch. “Gonna sit on my fiancé’s face,” you parrot back, delicately pinching one nipple between your fingers. A moan spills from his lips, his cock pushing against your thigh once more.

It’s the reminder you need, pushing back dutifully against him as you continue to toy with his chest. He’d look pretty with piercings, you find yourself thinking, watching on in fascination at the way his pert nipples stand at attention. Beneath you, Jungkook begins to grow desperate, his hands finding their place on your waist to encourage you to grind down against him once more. 

Jungkook swears up and down that he’s not particularly sensitive about having his nipples touched. But when you’ve got him like this, sinfully laid out before you, you can easily confirm that his claims are nothing but lies. He loves having his nipples touched, squirms beneath you impatiently with each playful tug and twist you bestow upon them. 

You duck down, pressing a kiss against his pectoral, just beside his nipple, and Jungkook’s entire body shivers. A few careful drags of your tongue against his warm skin only serve to string him along further, the prettiest whimper pulling itself from his lips when you finally envelope one of them in your mouth. “Wait,” he gasps, clawing at your clothing as if he both wants to push you off and push you closer. You grin, brandishing one mean nip at the sensitive nub. 

Eventually, your incessant need to play with Jungkook’s chest is fulfilled. “Lay back,” you instruct, watching as he shuffles down flat on the cushions, silver hair tumbling away from his eyes. He��s so red, eyes hazy. Your panties are discarded, joining the ever growing pile of clothes on the floor. 

Once upon a time, the idea of sitting on Jungkook’s face had terrified you, filled you with nightmares of crushing his windpipe or breaking his nose. For the most part, they’re pretty unrealistic fears, ones that can be easily shut down after one careful Google search on safe sexual practices. These days, it’s all too easy; in the mornings, especially, it’s become natural for him to guide you on top carefully, holding your hand as you whimper and sob over his face. 

In the current moment, you find yourself stroking a hand down the side of his face, completely enamored with the huge puppy eyes he levels your way. Jungkook likes having your pussy in his face just as much as you do, loves making you feel good in any way he knows how. But there’s a separate matter at hand, one that stands at attention beneath his black boxers and successfully wins your attention. 

Truthfully, there is no dilemma to ponder over; you want both to ride Jungkook’s face and suck him off. The solution?

“We’ve never done this before,” Jungkook mumbles in amazement, his voice slightly muffled from his position beneath you and slightly behind you. Still, his arms dutifully wrap around your thighs, guiding you closer to his mouth where his hot breath fans against your glistening folds. You rock back willingly, hands preoccupied with pushing his boxers down and away from his engorged cock. 

“Really?” you ask, suddenly feeling overwhelmed with the cock before you and the tongue that gently laps at your folds. Jungkook makes a sound, something between a hum and whimper, his mouth slowly getting to work against your folds. “M- Maybe,” you stutter, all thought processes coming to a halt as you carefully take him in your hand. 

His cock is hard and long, his tip an angry shade that weeps with precum. From this angle, you get to watch Jungkook’s huge thighs twitch at the sensation, the tattoo that marks up one of them doing little to hide the fact. Your hand squeezes him, watches in awe as another fat droplet oozes out of his tip. A moan tears itself from his throat, and it’s so goddamn sexy it nearly drives you insane. 

It’s one particularly long lap of his tongue over your clit that sends you into action, back arching at the tingles that shoot down your spine. Wasting no more time, you guide Jungkook’s cock into your mouth, let your own tongue shower his mushroom tip in kitten licks that have him bucking upwards. He releases your clit with a lewd pop, hot breath fanning across your lips. “Fuck,” he gasps, voice harsh. 

Admittedly, it’s more difficult than you thought it would be. 

You’re not one to be easily overwhelmed (says you), but with Jungkook’s twitching cock in your mouth and his teasing tongue dipping into your entrance, it becomes hard to juggle your attention between the two. Even Jungkook, who is quite frankly the master of cunnilingus, seems torn between the two, his breathing shallow and quick against your folds. 

With each slow descent around his cock, he shudders, thigh muscles tightening in anticipation. It causes a lull in the pace of his tongue, the generous kisses and licks against your folds subject to a somewhat uneven pace that, surprisingly, leaves you more on edge than you’d ever expected it to; right when you think he’s about to suck your clit into his mouth, you’re met with a harsh exhale instead, one that makes your lips flutter. 

You’re both disappointed in yourselves for never having tried this mind-blowing position before, and equal parts understanding as to why you haven’t tried this position before— it’s a lot. His cock is halfway down your throat when it twitches, sends a gush of precum into your mouth that has your eyes rolling backwards, a whine slipping out around him. Jungkook appreciates the vibrations, letting it fuel him as he plunges his tongue into your hole. It’s a two way street, you realize, one that is constantly experiencing traffic. 

“Baby,” you gasp, pulling off of his cock with a slick sound, hypnotized by the trail of saliva that connects your lips to his tip. Jungkook’s tongue prods along your slit, makes your eyesight go blurry when the tip of his nose brushes along you as well. The idea of his cute nose buried deep someplace it shouldn’t be has you grinding down on him. “We can— we should stop,” you stutter, your trembling hand reaching forward to grasp the base of his cock. 

He’s slick with your saliva and his precum, and your hand makes a squelching sound upon contact. It must feel good, because Jungkook moans against your folds, his thighs unconsciously falling farther apart as you slowly jerk him off. You think you might’ve heard your name slip from his lips, but your mind is fuzzy, lost in your lust as Jungkook licks a sinful line from your hole to your clit, curling his tongue at the end. “J- Jungkook,” you cry, flinching away because it’s become too much, your toes curling as the beginnings of an orgasm threaten you. 

Before that can happen, he relents, leaning back with a heavy exhale, his hands loosening their grip against your ass and plopping back down against the cushions. “Fuck,” he pants, his cock twitching in your hold. A lonely droplet of precum trails down the side, your knuckles coated in the glossy substance. Beneath you, Jungkook rubs one soothing palm against your hip. 

You slink off before he can get any funny ideas, maneuver yourself around until you’re kneeling between his parted thighs, his fat cock standing at attention between the two of you. From here, he looks ravenous, and you begin to question who exactly is taking care of who. Jungkook looks like he’s a second away from pinning you down and swallowing you whole, a thought that makes your toes curl. 

It’s with a cautiously horny hand that you reach for his cock again, holding him with both hands. Jungkook growls, head lolling backwards until all you can see is his neck and his chin, thick veins protruding along his skin. Jungkook doesn’t waste a moment longer. “C’mere,” he purrs, hauling you up until you’re clumsily leaning over him, palms framing his face. A lone finger runs down your spine, its faint touch making you arch forward. “Sorry,” he says, securing an arm around your waist. “I know you wanted to take care of me, but…”

You roll your eyes, submitting yourself to his clutches as he masterfully rolls the two of you over. The couch is soft beneath your back, and Jungkook looks pretty from above too. “You just can’t sit still, can you?” you murmur playfully. 

Jungkook’s forearms find their place beneath your thighs, the fold of the back of your knee perfectly slotted against his warm skin as he shuffles closer. “Maybe another time,” he laughs along sheepishly, his hard cock gliding over your slit, teasing your clit. You gulp, eyes scanning over his lean build as if it’s the first time. “Sorry,” he repeats, but he’s got this stupidly dopey grin on his face as he glances down at your pussy; he’s insane, he’s got to be, what man makes heart eyes at a pussy?

Your man, apparently. Grasping the base of his cock, Jungkook takes care to drag it along your folds collecting your wetness along his length, a deep shudder wracking his body through it all. “I knew you would do this to me,” he mutters, so low you nearly miss it under the thundering sound of your heartbeat.

“Huh,” you mumble, and you’d like to defend yourself and say you weren’t as cock-crazy as Jungkook was coochie-crazy, but that would be a lie. You’re staring at his cock as if it holds the secrets to the universe right now.

Jungkook juts his head to the side, a motion similar to the one he does when he’s trying to crack his neck. His tongue prods along his cheek, eyes laser-focused on the point where your two bodies meet. “From the moment you walked into my house,” he grunts mindlessly, finally lining himself up with your entrance. He chances a glance up, meets your gaze with a patient look, “all good?”

“All good,” you hurriedly reply, fingers finding their place against his broad shoulders. With the way he had prepared you earlier, mouthed along your clit and your folds until you were pleasantly aroused, the glide now is too easy. Tight, but easy, has the two of you releasing twin moans that echo off the wooden walls of the cabin. 

Jungkook’s forehead is covered in a thin veil of sweat, one that glistens when the evening sunset pours in through the balcony doors, highlighting him in a golden light that makes you dizzy. The angry tip of his cock sinks into your walls, Jungkook’s ashy strands sticking to his forehead and his cheeks. For some reason, you find yourself reminiscing on the aforementioned moment Jungkook had spoken of. Of the soft sweater he’d worn that day and the dinner he had made, the blond tips on his chestnut hair and the way he’d clung onto every word you’d said. 

It makes you tear up, and, after laughing at Jungkook early for crying, you quickly turn your face away. 

Jungkook isn’t dumb. “What now,” he chuckles, though his breathing is labored, every inch of his cock that penetrates you further bringing with it another rush of adrenaline. At the hilt, you’re embarrassed to say there’s multiple tears streaming down your face, so you can’t even play it off as you usually do. “Crybaby,” Jungkook teases, but his voice is so soft and tender you don’t know what to do with yourself. 

“Just move,” you bite out, shamefully covering your face with your hands. Jungkook leans over you, the movement pushing his dick deeper inside of you, your walls clenching around him. A kiss is placed over your knuckles, just shy of your engagement ring. Your chest lurches with a silent sob. “Jungkook,” you whimper, sinking further into the cushion, “please, just—“

“I got it,” he assures you, placing one final peck against your handmade (literally) shield. And then, so quietly you almost miss it, he makes sure to whisper, “love you,” before unsheathing himself. 

You shudder, your heart feeling so full, you fear it’ll burst. You both love and hate when he treats you like this, like an ice sculpture in the scorching heat that has him doing everything he can to keep you solid. His touch is soft, the roll of his hips too slow for your liking. You feel so small and vulnerable— too pampered. “Harder,” you beg, your voice an airy whine that has Jungkook chuckling above you. 

He lives to please you, hiking your leg over his shoulder with a renewed vigor. His hands find themselves on your waist, forcefully pinning you down against the couch cushions as he sets upon fulfilling your latest request. The next series of thrusts are jerky, have you jostling in his grip as Jungkook pounds into you with an all new mindset. “Lemme see you,” he huffs, thumbs painfully digging into your skin. You tremble in his arms, heart swayed by the quiet plea in his voice. “Let me see your face, pretty girl.”

Reluctantly, you do, brandishing your tear-stricken face his way. Jungkook smiles, that stupidly handsome smile, his hips snapping into you roughly. “Fuck,” he moans, the expression never leaving his face, even when run your nails over his chest harshly. “You’re so pretty.”

You ignore him for the sake of your already weakened mental state, focusing instead on the brutal force of his hips, the way his cock stretches your walls out. Each push has you seeing stars, thighs quivering from the sensations that shoot up your spine and down your toes. “Oh,” you mewl, hands gripping his biceps as you lose yourself to him. Your eyes roll back, vision a mess of colors and nothingness all at once. 

“Is this hard enough?” Jungkook husks out, and he sounds so close. His proximity is confirmed when his mouth slots against yours, his harsh breath mingling with your own as he continues to frantically buck into your inviting heat, each new round of thrusts leaving you weaker and weaker than before. “God,” Jungkook cries, the sound nearly lost beneath your own moans and whimpers. “Gonna k- keep you forever,” he spits, tongue slipping into your mouth.

He’s messier than usual, moves with unrefined movements unlike his normal self. You don’t care, you love him all the same. His sloppy kisses turn into desperate ones, matching the pace of his hips. “Kook,” you sob, arms wrapping themselves around his neck, pulling him close until his thrusts are reduced to a shallower depth. 

“I’ve got you,” he croons, lips against your jawline. His cock presses in and you swear you feel it alongside every inch of your walls, a warmth blossoming in your stomach. He’s layering messy kisses down your face now, lips sucking dark marks any chance he gets. 

True to his word, Jungkook indeed has you. His cock pistons in and out at an astonishing pace, each surge into your folds making you dizzy over and over again. It’s a feeling you fear you’ll never grow tired of, in fact, it’s a feeling you fear you’ll begin to crave even more in the future. The good thing is, that future will extend into forever. 

You yank him towards you, swallow his low laughter with your lips. Jungkook doesn’t complain, lowering himself until he’s practically squishing you beneath his beefy body, cock ramming in and out despite all that. His tongue glides along yours, makes it his mission to muffle each of your cries. 

It doesn’t take long for you to be fulfilled. Given the fact you had sucked him off like a lollipop whilst having him eat you out, you’re not entirely surprised. That and the emotions of tonight have you melting into him sooner than you’d like, his name falling from your lips as your thighs clamp down around his waist. Jungkook takes it in stride, slows the maddening pace of his hips to cradle you in his arms. You’re like jelly, practically flop back into the cushion when he slips an arm beneath you. “You’re so good for me,” Jungkook praises, lavishing your throat in tiny pecks as his orgasm circles around. “My pretty girl.”

“Love you,” you sigh, and your body feels numb, his intrusion but a small touch now that he’s tired you out once more, your walls tender and raw. Jungkook presses a smile against your throat and, moments later, releases inside of you. 

Even minutes after the deed, the feeling refuses to return to your legs. He didn’t go that hard— well, you’re not entirely sure. The memories always become blurry toward the end of your escapades. Everything rushes back in waves, and for some reason, your first thought is, “where’s Sailor Moon?”

Your post-rump conversations have never been the most coherent, usually filled with pretty weird thoughts and ideas. Still, more grand things have happened tonight for you to be worried about a magical anime girl. Jungkook draws himself out of your core with a huff of laughter. “On the TV,” he answers, unfazed by the oddity of your question. 

That’s how you know he’s a keeper.

It takes a while, but eventually Jungkook responds. “Avocado toast,” he says, though his answer is dripping with uncertainty. He’s naked as the day he was born, snuggled up beside you in bed. He’s propped up on one arm, looking down at you over the ample swell of his manly bosom. It takes everything in you to keep your hands off his chest. 

“Correct,” you respond, “and what movie did we watch?”

Without missing a beat, “Transformers, the first one.”

You nod, glancing at the ceiling as you rack your brain for any other trivia questions to ask your fiancé. “The title of the playlist you made?”

A flush paints his cheeks. “Date Night playlist,” he answers through a pout, reprimanding you for bringing up such a memory with a flick to your forehead. You wince. “I was young and silly,” he defends.

You beam, cuddling into his side until he’s forced to lay back down. “Yeah, yeah,” you tease. “We’re only gonna get older from here,” you lament. You’d say it’s difficult to picture him with a gray head of hair, but his current silvery locks don’t leave much room for your imagination.

Jungkook pulls you close. A beat of silence passes, and then, “so who are we telling first?”

Definitely Namjoon.

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[aaesuki]

growing pains

pairing: suna rintarou x reader

cw/tw: fluff, little bit of angst

wc: 4k

summary: suna had always been a little shit, but you loved that little shit regardless.

A spark from the handheld firework jumps onto your hand and you quickly drop it while screeching. The figure beside you cackles at your misfortune and puts out his own firework.

“Stop laughing at me, Suna. It hurts,” you whine. He only wheezes harder, dropping onto the ground, clutching his stomach. Your face burns in embarrassment and you lightly kick him in the leg. Wiping his tears, he sits up with a content sigh.

The summer heat beats down yet it was already late into the night. The lights from the traffic and cars in front of the house flash by, drawing moving shadows beneath your feet. Suna nudges you a little too hard with his elbow, forcing an annoyed groan out of you.

“You excited for middle school? We’re gonna be grown ups.” His eyes sparkle with enthusiasm at the thought of the freedom that came with middle school.

“You watch too much TV, Suna. Middle school probably isn’t as great as Sailor Moon, you know? We won’t be saving the Earth anytime soon.” You use the snuffed out firework stick to draw random shapes on the ground.

A chubby hand reaches for your stick, tugging it out of your hand. “It won’t be boring with you here. You always manage to get yourself into tons of trouble,” he says, adding to your nonsensical drawing. You snicker at his deformed drawing. Standing up and brushing his pants off, he whines at your teasing. You look at his pretty, red face (he always flushed easily) and make another remark about his ugly...whatever that was supposed to be.

The summer before middle school, being the child you were, you had thought Suna would stay with you forever. Your world was tiny, only filled with the people in the house behind you and Suna, your bestest friend, as he had proclaimed. And with a smile on your face, you pulled out two new handheld fireworks from the plastic bag and lit them up.

With middle school comes pimples, outgrown clothes, and the sudden need to know everything about Suna’s crushes. Though he insists he doesn’t like anyone with a face void of emotion, you see how he eyes the pretty girl in the fourth seat in the second row, right beside the window whenever he comes by your class for lunch. Everyday after school, you report back to him about what your classmates said she likes and doesn’t like.

The summer crickets sing their songs as the little elementary schoolers race down the streets. To think just some years ago they were Suna and you. Nostalgia was such a wonderful thing. Sometimes you wished you and him hadn’t grown up so quickly.

“Suna,” you sigh, “if you like her then just say so! You are making this much more difficult than it needs to be!” Another two summers and the streets were still hot enough to bake shit on the sidewalk.

“I told you I don’t like her,” he scowls while pulling on his shirt. “Stop being so annoying.”

You groan and wipe the sticky sweat on your forehead. Your face contorts into disgust, flicking your sweaty hands in the air. “If you don’t tell her now, she might die of an incurable sickness and next thing you know you’re roped into a dramatic shoujo manga.”

Yes, you have often forced Suna to read your new favorite shoujo manga every month. Witnessing the story of young love filled your heart with fluff and marshmallows, though Suna would only critique everything he hated about the male lead.

“That shoujo shit isn’t real. And I already said I don’t like her.” With his back on your kitchen floor, he attempts to whack you in the head. Annoyed, you swipe at his sticky hands before collapsing next to him from exhaustion. This summer heat was really sucking the energy out of your asshole.

“We only have one year left. If you don’t do it now you’ll regret it. And if I’ve learned anything from reading shoujo manga, regret is the thing that kills. The male lead will be standing on a street, wondering where he went wrong when—boom!— a car crashes into him and a dramatic montage of him flipping through the air plays for five minutes.”

“If getting hit by a car and getting isekai’d into a new world is enough to get away from your annoying ass then I’ll gladly take it,” he snorts with that ugly cackle of his.

You extend your leg and kick into his stomach. “It’s not like any anime girl would want you when a perfectly handsome male lead is there,” you grumble. “You’re ugly.”

“No, you.”

“No, you.”

“No, you.”

“Shut up, Rinrin,” you tease, mocking him with the nickname the pretty girl gave him.

He flushes a bright pink, exacerbated by the heat, and tackles you. Reaching for your ticklish spots, he shows no mercy in making you squirm from discomfort. After you shove your foot in his face, the two of you are left heaving in a pool of sweat on the cold kitchen floor. He quietly calls out your name and you answer in a grunt.

“I think we’re moving.”

One more summer later, the excited chattering of third year middle schoolers are spread throughout the school. You were finally moving on to high school, unfortunately without Suna. Today was the day his presence would grace this loud city.

You stared up at the bright pink sakura trees above the bench you two were sitting on. “Aren’t they supposed to be falling down and fluttering into my hair? That’s how anime usually works right?” You tried desperately to keep your mind off of his eventual departure. To think that your best friend since the womb would no longer be by your side every day stung like a blistered lip in soy sauce.

He looks at you with a deadpan expression. “You really are an idiot. I need to leave soon. Mom says I have to double check I packed everything before we leave for Hyogo.”

Of course, it was inevitable to not address the elephant in the room. If you didn’t know better, your childish, selfish self would’ve thought that he wanted to get away from you. “Did you pack Mr. Crocodile?” Mr. Crocodile was a stuffed toy Suna won for you at a summer festival years ago but you had given it back after feeling guilty when he didn’t win anything else. “He might haunt you if you leave him under your bed.”

He looks at you incredulously but nods, his head tilting to lay on your shoulder. You fight the urge to push him off when his smooth hair tickles your neck. “Suna, your hair— itchy—”

“I like you,” he mutters quietly.

You’re shocked still before you sigh in disbelief. “No you don’t.”

Suna laughs one last time before saying, “I’ll miss you.” You nod your head, not trusting your voice to speak as hot tears race down your face.

What do you want to do once you’re out of high school?

Despite only being in your second year, the pressure of graduation slowly consumed your thoughts. Now that you’re taking the time to really think about it, you realize that you don’t really have any hobbies. Back then, it’d just be whatever Suna was into, switching from art to fishing to board games. With him gone, everyday was just filled with studying and motionlessly watching TV.

Shoujo manga no longer brought you happiness or fluffy feelings. All it did was remind you that you were in love with your best friend who was miles away from you and probably didn’t even like you back. Seeing couples, even if they were fictional, being all happy and carefree only brought out bitter resentment. Suna was right about shoujo manga being unrealistic.

A little jingle from your phone distracts you from your thoughts. Two messages from Suna. It’s a video capturing the two twins—who you’ve gotten a lot of pictures and videos of—smacking each other to the ground with Suna staring into the camera with his signature smug face. You let out a breathy laugh and begin to type a response.

I miss you. No, no that won’t do. You press backspace until there’s nothing left in the little box. You pondered and pondered. Someone all that time away from him took away all the words you wanted to say. Lol. Wish I were there to see it in person. Your melancholic face stares back at you in the black screen of your phone. Since when did talking to Suna become so difficult? Another notification from Suna pops up on the screen.

Visit me.

So now it’s winter break and you’re lost at the subway station. From your phone, Suna’s muttering directions that you don’t understand because the sounds of office workers and students are too loud. Twenty minutes pass before Suna and the twins find you scared out of your mind next to a gift shop.

Suna had always been a big kid but now instead of being a round circle, he’s a lanky rectangle. Not being able to see him mature into what he was now kind of made you jealous of the people at school. Was he one of the popular kids? Well, he was in the volleyball club and they're pretty popular. Your face twists into a scowl. To embarrass yourself even further, the first words that come out of your mouth are a sarcastic “Wow…”

He bursts out laughing with the twins looking at each other in confusion. “What’s with that reaction? Are you surprised that I turned out this handsome?” He continues chuckling to himself, wiping the tears out of his eyes.

“Actually, I think you got uglier,” you retort, not willing to admit he had really (emphasis on really) grown into his features.

“Sunarin, you never told us your friend was so pretty. Why didn’t you ever show us a picture of them!” The blonde one whines. His brother shakes his fist in agreement. Suna kicks both of them and tells them to shut up. There is a sort of bitterness that comes with seeing your friend being happy with other people. You really didn’t have anyone one back home and witnessing him laughing so carefreely with the Miya twins got your gut churning. Before your tears can form out of frustration, Suna pulls you to his side, wrapping a long arm around your shoulder, and asks you where you want to go first. The arcade? The cafe? Maybe the beach?

You really don’t know. What do friends do in their free time? You had long forgotten the feeling of picking a random location and having fun regardless. What does Suna like to do? “Oh, can I watch you play volleyball?”

The school gym smells like a familiar kind of weird, but reminds you of your own school’s gym. Funny how they all smell the same. A group of boys shout their greetings as they slowly pile into the gym. They eye you curiously and warily, like you were a potentially dangerous dog. You awkwardly nod your head and tighten your grip on your bag. They all look so scary.

The sound of squeaking shoes against the gym floorboards becomes louder as Suna jogs over. “I seriously didn’t think you would want to see us play after coming miles from Aicha. You could always just rewatch the videos I send you.” He looks at you from the corners of his eyes. He’s painfully aware of the increasing tension between you two. Of course, it was natural for friends to drift apart if they weren’t always together but it still feels disturbing.

“I guess, I just wanted to see you in your natural habitat,” you laugh, “Never would’ve thought you’d like volleyball so much when you despise moving.”

“Yeah, well it just brings a special feeling to me.” You watch as he fiddles with his fingers. Compared to the smooth soft skin from his childhood, they were now calloused at the palms from practice, showing his dedication to his pride and joy. There’s a slight smile on his face, just small enough to express his passion. A feeling of nostalgia and relief washes over you. He may have grown two feet taller but he was still that little chubby boy from three years ago.

A beat of silence passes before you lay your head down onto his shoulder. “I miss you.” You try to etch this moment into the back of your eyelids: the shouts of the other members fading into the background, the smell of the cologne you shipped to him for his birthday, the warmth from his thigh passing over yours, his erratically beating heart, the feeling of calmness.

What do you want to do once you’re out of high school? You want to stay by his side. Maybe you’ll even have a ring on your finger and when he serves, he’ll smile up at you in the stands and you’ll giggle out of embarrassment and pride—

“I have a girlfriend.”

Jolting up from surprise, you nearly fall off the bench. “Oh. Uh, that’s nice, I guess,” you nod. All your dreams were crushed with such a short and simple sentence. You ought to be happy for him, right? He’s having the time of his life here. He has a group of friends. He has a girlfriend that probably loves him as much as you do. Does she treat him right? Is she pretty? But before you can ask, the captain calls him over.

Your eyes are not on the game. In fact, they’re stuck on the floor as you wallow in guilt and self-pity. How foolish had you been? Of course he’d be happy here. He has everything here while you were left with nothing.

You feel guilty for being jealous. Jealous of his girlfriend for being able to kiss and hold him every day. Jealous of his friends for being able to watch him flourish. Jealous of him for having his life all figured out. Were you a bad person for hating him a little bit? Probably.

As the day goes on, you keep a guarded expression on your face. Nothing really sticks, all the conversations go in one ear and out the other. The taste of your lunch tastes bland, your eyes are tired, and your face is swelling up from your shameful thoughts. Before you know it, you’re waving goodbye to the three figures as the blur out of sight. On the train ride home, you silently cry to yourself, trying to keep the sobs in.

Later, when you’re back at home staring at the ceiling of your room emptily, you find out from Osamu that Suna didn’t and still doesn’t have a girlfriend.

Another year passes with minimal contact with Suna. You stare down at the career sheet in front of you with an intense ferocity. You had been dreading this moment since you entered high school and you still feel humiliated for not having any idea about your future. University was definitely a requirement (unless you wanted to get your ass beat by your parents), but what was after that? You had heard your classmates excitedly discuss college life, all the parties, mixers, and possible romances, but none of those really appeal to you.

Tapping your pencil on your wooden desk, you sigh exhaustively and lean back into your chair, stretching your limbs. The counselors at your school were also no help at all though it was partially your fault for not doing research into fields earlier. Sports? Nah, that was definitely out of the question. Baking? Not unless you wanted to learn everything from scratch and possibly burn down your kitchen. Premed? You’d rather not have the life of a person in your very irresponsible hands.

Ugh, this is way too difficult. Why have kids decide what they want in life when they barely even know how to do integrals? You flip the career sheet over, tired of the bold, black letters mocking your cluelessness. A moment of contemplative silence passes. You finally decide on calling Suna, though it feels tense after not contacting him for so long.

He picks up on the third ring with a monotonous greeting. “Suna, what career do you think I should pursue?” There’s a grunt of confusion on the other end and you can hear the beeps and boops from a video game in the background.

“Um, I don’t know. What do you like?”

“I don’t know. What do you think I like?”

“I thought you were calling me for help, not giving me a quiz on how much I know about you.” You hear him yell at someone in the background before he sighs and apologizes. “Artist? I know you like to read manga.”

“Suna, do you want me to be homeless? I wouldn’t be able to survive on a mangaka’s paycheck.” You didn’t know what you expected, but it was definitely worse.

“Kindergarten teacher?”

“I hate children.” He cackles into the phone. “I”m so lost. Can I just freeload off of you? I’m sure your athlete’s paycheck is more than enough for two people.”

“Hell no. I’m going to buy a house with a hot tub and a pool.”

“What’s the point of a hot tub if you already have a pool? Actually, what’s even the point of a pool? You don’t know how to swim!”

“I do know how to swim. I'm just a little slow at it!” He yells in embarrassment. Sure he only knew how to do breaststroke but it still counted.

You huff out of your nose in annoyance. “You’re so lucky. I wish I were a talented athlete.”

“Sometimes, I wish I weren’t.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nevermind. If worst comes to worst, I guess I can let you freeload, but you’ll have to buy me chuupets every month.”

The two of you go back and forth on his freeloading terms until the sun shyly waves goodbye in a short-lived painting of vermillion.

“Do something that helps people. You’re always selfless and put others before you. It’s your only redeeming quality after all,” he snorts.

“You were definitely not of any help. Fuck you.” You hang up the phone with a mumble. In the box of your career sheet, you write ‘high school counselor’ in hesitant but confident letters.

Despite already having a career in volleyball, Suna still decided he wanted to experience college life. When he was assigned as your roommate, he complained although now he should be glad he was the one to find you on the floor of the small kitchen in an unnatural position, drunk out of your mind. He could hear your loud cries all the way from the front door. You pause your pitiful wailing to look up at him when he asks what’s wrong and then go back to bawling your eyes out.

He drops his backpack onto the floor and lifts you onto his lap, rocking from side to side in attempts to comfort you. When you’ve calmed down enough, you start babbling to him about what had been bothering you ever since the first day of college.

“I’m so ugly, Rin! There isn’t a single good quality about me. I look terrible and my personality is terrible. God, I don’t even have friends other than you. I’m so useless! You’re a professional athlete and I’m barely understanding what my teachers are saying in class!” A mix of snot and tears run down your face and the dizziness from your labored breaths tickles in the back of your head.

He whispers into the top of your head, “Why do you hate yourself so much?”

“Because everyone else does. No one bothers to talk to me outside of homework. There must be something wrong with me,” you cry, another wave of tears rushing to your eyes. Suna hugs you helplessly as you list all your insecurities to him, each one hurting his heart more and more, one right after the other. After you tire yourself out, you stare aimlessly at the kitchen cabinets.

“Rin,” you say, catching his attention, “kiss me.” He looks at you with a face of surprise and hesitation. You have to repeat yourself two more times until it finally sinks in. He leans in and kisses your cheek, your nose, and your eyes, noticeably avoiding your lips.

You laugh that giggle of yours he’s been in love with for 21 years and point to your lips. Your face is hot from the wine and your tried tears carve streaks down your face but he’s blushing so endearingly down at your figure. He shouldn’t be doing this. You still have school tomorrow and god knows if you actually like him back but before he knows it, his lips are on yours. His arms are around your shoulders pushing you in, into him until there’s no more space left between your body and his.

He pulls away in anticipation, afraid of what you’ll say next.

“Again.”

And he’s kissing you two more times when you plead for more. Again. Again. Again. You ask for more and he gives you more, whispering ‘I love you’ between each one. The night is cold but he feels so warm. Your hands grip onto his shirt, pulling him in for another one. “One more,” you keep begging until the two of you are passed out on the cold kitchen floor, drunk and happy.

Suna was hoping you’d forget everything, although he knows you remember everything even when you’re drunk, and his fears are confirmed when you’re knocking sheepishly on his door the next day. He tentatively invites you in and there’s an awkward silence between him in his chair and you on his bed.

“So, about yesterday,” you start, “Well, there’s no easy way to say this, but I’ve liked you since we were in our second year of middle school.” You hold your breath in suspense and meekly look up at him to see him holding his red face in his hands.

“Me too,” he breathes quietly. A silent ‘Ah!’ escapes your mouth and next thing you know, you’re rolling around in his bed, giggling like a little school girl.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner, Rin?,” you huff, “I spent all those years in agony wondering if you liked me back. I even started to hate Your Lie in April because of you! Do you know how hard it is to hate Your Lie in April?”

“You’re one to talk! I lied to you about having a girlfriend in high school because I wanted to see if you’d get jealous but all you did was nod! I knew I shouldn’t have trusted Atsumu,” he groans, flopping down on top of you. He stares at you lovingly, his heart is beating out of his chest, his entire body feels like he’s on fire, but oh he’s so elated. You pull on his ugly bangs and giggle.

“I love you, Rin.”

“I know,” he cackles and you punch him in the arm, cheeks puffing out cutely.

“Say it back! Say it back, Rin!”

“I love you too,” he sighs but he’s smiling so wide.

The day before you leave for your honeymoon, Suna insists you visit your parent’s house one more time for the sake of childhood memories. Your parents happily agree, proud to see their little baby getting the life you deserved. You tell him there was nothing interesting to remember there. After all, you two were just little bumbling idiotic children with dried snot on the top of their lips and little coins clinking in little pockets after a summer festival. He leads you to the back of the house, where you two had played with handheld fireworks. On the ground were your name and his inside a heart in little Suna’s very ugly handwriting.

[mikauzoran]

Adrien all 22 😉

Firstly, you are evil. Secondly, I love you. XD Thank you so much for the Ask! I'm really happy that you want to know about my Adrien headcanons. ^w^

I'm going to break this into multiple parts so that it doesn't get too long.

1. Their physical weak spots

Hmm. I don't think there's anywhere that's particularly weak physically. He's a pretty well-rounded fighter in one-on-one and group fight situations. He seems to be able to fight multiple assailants at once and only has problems when he's woefully outnumbered.

I would say his throat and his back are his weak points. When he's Chat Noir, his head is the only thing not covered by the suit, and the part of his throat above the bell is exposed. His back because it's typically easier for enemies to sneak up from behind than from in front.

2. Their emotional/moral weak spots

I would say Adrien has a lot of emotional insecurities. His father belittles his feelings and tells him he's too emotional and needy. The way Gabriel treats Adrien in both words and actions sends some pretty strong negative messages about Adrien that Adrien's probably internalized.

I think he would be emotionally weak to feeling like he's not good enough or too needy or too emotional.

3. Scars or painful spots

I have a headcanon that when Adrien was little, Émilie was having a bit of a breakdown and slapped Adrien. Her fake nails nicked him, so now he has a little scar right along his jawline on the left side. It's practically invisible unless you're right up close looking for it.

4. Best places to kiss on their body

Adrien has a bit of a thing about vampires. XD He likes being kissed on the inside of the wrists. He also likes being kissed on the neck, and he likes it when his partner nips him or sucks on his wrists or neck.

5. Guilty pleasures

Oh my gosh. This dork has so many. XD The obvious ones are a love for Japanese culture and anime and manga in particular. Just canonically I can see that he adores magical girl anime. I headcanon that he always wanted to be Usagi from Sailor Moon.

I also headcanon that he's a huge Disney princess fan. He's always wanted to be a Disney princess, and he sees himself especially in Ariel, Jasmine, and Rapunzel.

As far as food goes, mint tea and salad are his comfort foods. He used to make those with his mum whenever either one of them was having a bad day, so he finds them particularly soothing.

Also...sour cream. He likes eating it straight. I don't imagine he was allowed sweets much as a child, so sour cream or yogurt was the closest he could get to ice cream.

Thanks again for the Ask! More to come soon.

Part Two - Part Three - Part Four

Ask Game.

[kasienda]

Fanfiction Year In Review - 2020

The rest of 2020 was rough, but I sure wrote A LOT! And that feels good. 

1 List of fics completed this year in the order they were finished:

Confessions to a Statue (Ladybug) - I’m lowkey shocked that this was finished in 2020. I feel like I wrote this one an eternity ago! It’s honestly not my favorite story, but I’m grateful to it for getting me writing in this fandom! 

Stutters (Ladybug Reveal - Marichat)

An Open Secret (Ladybug for Gift Exchange)

Instagram (Ladybug Reveal - Ladrien)

Anything to Protect You (Sailor Moon for Gift Exchange)

Locked in a Closet (Ladybug Reveal - Sequel to MissNoodle’s wonderful work.)

New York (Ladybug Reveal - Ladynoir)

A Craving For Chocolate Milkshakes (Sailor Moon)

Eight fics in total! Four of them multi-chapters! Crazy!

2 Number of words written: 

Written: 139k (as tracked by 750words.com)

Published: 105k (according to ff.net).

This is amazing! This is the first year (that I know of anyway - I’ve only been tracking for three years) that I broke 100k in one year!! I wrote every month, and I published at least one thing every month except August (I was moving in August).

I’m thrilled to see the written to published ratio as high as it is! It’s not something I’ve tracked before, but I always feel like I’m writing a ton and publishing very little, but it looks like that impression is fairly inaccurate. I’m publishing a lot more than I realized relative to how much I’m writing.

3 Your most popular fic:

My Miraculous Reveal Series has also gotten the most recognition of all my works this year, but it’s difficult to splice out which short is the most popular because I publish it as one series. Keeps my dashboard neater and gives the old ones a bit of attention whenever I post a new one. 

4 Your personal fav:

I think I’m insanely proud of both An Open Secret and Anything to Protect You. As I published each chapter, I often had the thought “This is the best thing I’ve written!” And that feels good. 

But right now, I am going to have to say an unfinished fic that I started this year - Restorative Justice - is my favorite. This is a fic that has pulled me out of my usual genre and gotten me closer to my life as a teacher. And it’s powerful and cathartic to turn these experiences into a story. I also really enjoyed exploring Chloé’s headspace. She’s just so angry, and like, this year that has been really easy to channel for some reason, and it all transferred to paper rather well. I’m kinda stuck in this fic at the moment though… 

5 Your fav scene:

I literally cannot decide. I could maybe pick a favorite scene in each fic I finished, but just one?! Nope! I can’t do it. So here’s my favorite scene in the three works I’ve spent the most time on this year: 

An Open Secret - the scene where Ladybug confesses to Chat Noir in the rain. The moment it all comes together for Adrien. I made myself cry. 

Anything to Protect You - Honestly, this one is HARD to pick. I really like the UsaMamo kiss in the first chapter, but I also love the dates. Especially the moment where she tells him she’s Sailor Moon and he thinks she’s joking. And the cattery date.

Restorative Justice - Chapter 3 - Where Chloe and Marinette are screaming at each other. I found it so satisfying. 

6 A fic or scene that challenged you:

Writing the festival scene in Anything to Protect you was an absolute slog! I was struggling so hard with trying to somewhat accurately capture a cultural event that I myself have never directly experienced (I did so much research - I read a lot, I listened to music, I watched videos), and at the same time not stall the pacing of the story or emotional anchor of the piece. It was so hard, but I was really happy with how it came out. 

7 A line of writing you’re proud of: 

From the most recent update of a Craving for Chocolate Milkshakes: 

So she dove back into old habits and started drawing chibi-tuxedo masks all over her worksheet.

Go ahead. Do your worst. 

He always had some playful or snide critique of her scribbles.

She waited a whole ten seconds before she realized the mental silence would not be filled. Because he wasn’t there. He couldn’t see her doodles.

She burst into tears.

8 A comment that touched you: 

Honestly, this year it wasn’t so much what was in a comment, so much as it was when a comment arrived. Like when I was ready to tear my hair out arguing with the bank or insurance company, and then a review would pop up out of nowhere! Or when I was sitting next to my son at the hospital. Sadly, I don’t remember which comments were the ones that did this. But I think LitaKino had especially good timing more than once this year. And jennagrins as well! But there were so many others! I’m tell you all - comments are love!!

9 Something that inspired your writing:

There’s lots of the usual suspects - life, husband, children, students, etc.

But a lot of it this year has actually been reading other people’s stories and wanting them to keep going, or wanting them to have taken a different turn in the story arc. And then I have to open a doc a start a whole new fic! It’s kinda a problem honestly. I have thirteen active stories and another ten that I’m like - I would like to work on that, but it’s not happening at the moment. 

10 Your proudest accomplishment (that one scene; finally finishing that one fic; posting your first fic; etc):

That I finished four multi-chapter fics! (Though two of them it was just the last chapter). I think I’m proving to myself that I can be somewhat disciplined about what I’m working on, so that the projects I want to finish, get finished! 

And I’m also learning that you can write a lot with just chewing away at it bit by bit. It’s not about the 3k word days. It’s about it being a habit. If you can write 100 words every day that’s 36k words in a year! I wrote an average of 378 words per day! My goal is only ever 200 words, but I try to have an unbroken chain. I did not succeed this year in that due to weekly work deadlines, but I came a lot closer than I ever have before.

11. Do you have any writing goals for the next year?

I read my goals from last year and laughed. (Apparently, I wanted to finish Chocolate Milkshakes by the end of January. Bwahahaha!) But that’s okay. I wrote a ton this year!! It just wasn’t where I expected it to be. So that’s what I want this year to be about. I want to focus on my own personal projects by not making commitments for exchanges or events.

I have three WIPs right now that are just far more personal than anything else I’m working on. And these three stories are the ones I want to focus on this year. 

Invisible Wounds - (Ami/Zoi - Sailor Moon)

Restorative Justice - (Chloé POV - Ladybug) 

Right Behind You (Unpublished Adrino story - Ladybug) 

I imagine though that there will be one-shots that demand to be written in between, or one shots that will work me out of ruts, too. Or one shots that will explode into seven chapter outlines like jerks! Haha! 

But overall, my main goal is to just try to write every day!

I tag the following people to tell us about your fic writing accomplishments this year because you’re amazing!! @tinacentury @floraone @starlingsinclair@mikauzoran @chronicallylatetotheparty @ladyofthenoodle @alexseanchai @galahadwilder And anyone else that wants to! And of course, if I tagged you and you don’t want to, there is NO pressure. I’ve just enjoyed doing this over the years, and wanted to share the joy! 

[funkymbtifiction]

I would like to start by apologizing preemptively for the lenght of this, but I couldn’t find another way of explaining everything in a shorter submission, and I really, really want your opinion on this. Since I know you are not interested in anime and won’t ever be, and I respect that, I won’t even bother asking you to watch the show I am going to tell you about. However, I’d like to hear your opinion on the types of one of the characters.

Madoka Magica is a magical girl show with the premise of deconstructing its own genre, but the cast is nevertheless very similar to, let’s say, Sailor Moon’s group, which means they are all five schoolgirls with, I dare say, very complex, detailed personalities, one of the reasons I had such a good time watching it, trying the whole time to guess the functions they were using and which Enneagram types they were displaying. One of the girls is especially interesting: she is called Homura and, from the get-go, I thought her characterization was very similar to Matrix’s Trinity (who, curiously, you seem to have typed as an ISTJ 6w5 - I am coming back to this later), albeit in a much more mysterious and perhaps even antagonistic way. 

Basically, the main character gets recruited alongside a friend by another girl who is already working as a magical girl, and their job is to fight against “witches”, sort of dimensional alien monsters who keep coming into our world to attack innocent humans. Homura is a magical girl as well, but from the beginning she only appears to the characters in order to say very cryptic things and to take over the ongoing fight against a witch and quickly finish her by herself. She displays a lot of strange knowledge about the girls, though no one seems to know where she comes from, and you can tell she knows a lot more than she lets on and has some sort of plan on motion. She rarely appears, but everytime she does, she seems to have everything under her control in an extremely practical way, like she is playing chess and she always knows what is coming next. Also, she really tries her hardest to stop the girls, ESPECIALLY Madoka from accepting to become magical girls in a very blunt way. She doesn’t try to reasonate with them, never tries to appel to them on an emotional level or even to persuade them. It’s always “don’t do it if you value your life”. Soon, you find out she has been actually tracking some kind of “ultimate witch” and has been doing her best efforts to thwart her by herself. Obviously, until the latter episodes, I was sure this was a very cool INTJ 5w6 girl.

Then, the plot twist happens, and the penultimate episode is from her perspective. Turns out she is a time traveller: in her original timeline, she was a meek transfer student who was befriended by Madoka and joined the girls in their adventures, although not as a magical girl herself. In the end, they all died in the battle against the “ultimate witch” I mentioned and she used her wish (you are granted a wish when you accept to become a magical girl) to go back in time to when she met Madoka to fight alongside her and prevent her from dying in battle. Yet, it’s not enough, and the same thing happens again, though now she has the ability to travel back in time to that exact day she met Madoka whenever she wants to. Thus, she has been living in this exact time loop for months and maybe even years, because no matter what she does, all these girls always wind up dead and she keeps coming back to try again.

Here is the thing: her “original” characterization appears to be that of an INFP (LOTS of Fi) 9w1 or 6w5 (6w5, in my opinion) and after trying too much to help these girls (especially Madoka - it’s all about Madoka for her, actually) and failing everytime, always watching while they die and becoming visibly damaged because of these disturbing experiences, her personality seems to have shifted because of a loop or a grip (I don’t understand a lot of these concepts, so I’ll leave that to your interpretation) and now her plan seems to be not interacting much with the girls, stopping Madoka from making her contract and finishing the ultimate witch by herself, so nobody dies. 

I tried to figure out how an extremely traumatized INFP 6w5 could start acting like an aloof INTJ 5w6, and then I realized: at the beginning, I thought of how much she resembled Trinity, so what if her “persona” was an ISTJ 6w5 instead? I mean, just think about it: what I saw as Ni was actually Si, since there was no intuitive planning and she had been stuck in that month for maybe even years of her life. She was relying on Si and her knowledge from prior experiences the whole time in a way that seemed to be Ni if you weren’t aware of her status as a time traveller. I even watched the series again to confirm this, and it makes a lot of sense, as she only seems to break out of her stoic act a couple of times when, presumably, the characters do something too spontaneous and act out of their expected reactions. She always seemed to have the upper hand and to know exactly what was going on and what was about to happen because, well, SHE DID. Like I said, everytime she truly had to improvise, she sucked at it and failed. Besides, she seems to be “stuck” on her mission in a hopeless way that reminds be of inferior Ne descriptions. The same arguments I had for TeFi when I thought of her as an INTJ remain the same, obviously.

As for 6w5 and 5w6, once you know her true reasons and goals, it’s obvious she is a 6 because she is doing all that because of her loyalty to one person. Even in her original state (which, honestly, seemed to be already a little unhealthy and depressed), she was really insecure and desperately wanted something or someone to cling to, and that person was Madoka, which explains her determination to her. 

Well, I know anime is not your cup of tea, but thank you very much if you accept to give your thoughts on this.

If all her mysterious ‘foreknowledge’ does indeed come from her living the same day over and over again, then she is certainly not an intuitive dominant, since it’s not coming from a lack of evidence, but a substantive amount of it -- past experience-based Si, yes. So I would say your argument is valid reasoning. :)

[gloves94]

Sunburn [Prince Zuko] 10

Warnings: None   Rating: PG-13   Pairings: Zuko/OC   Summary:  “You have everything you’ve ever wanted.” “No.” He said softly. “Not everything…”  His golden eyes looked at her with a melting intensity she had never witnessed before. “I guess not.” She responded with glassy eyes as tears welled up threatening to break the dam of her eyes.

My fanfiction: M A S T E R L I S T

"This is what I've been missing." Iroh sighed happily as he received a relaxing massage. He could feel the tension on his shoulder's easing as the masseuse worked wonders on his knotted aching muscles.

"Who knew being lost at sea for three weeks with no food or water, and sea vultures waiting to pluck out your liver could make one so tense?" he said as he sighed in satisfaction.

The resort was beyond relaxing. The temperature was hot, soothing, yet not suffocating. Plum blossoms still bloomed here leaving a trail of lost flowers and petals to be carried away dancing with the wind.

"I can't believe I did that twice," Tsai said more to herself as she sat on a low table in the room writing with a large ink brush on a parchment she would send to her brother the corner of her eye twitching in annoyance. Honestly if she could survive being stuck on a small boat with Prince Zuko and Uncle Iroh without any of them killing each other she could survive anything.

xxx

Being at sea had been a nightmare, but it had been better than when she endured it by herself. Iroh would tell them stories about the war and about the good old times that he had shared with her grandfather. He would tell jokes and Tsai and him would pass time singing old sailor tunes.

Sometimes to pass time they would play Tic Tac Toe with some of the nuts and bolts that were lying around the floor of the small ship. Zuko would always rage whenever he lost against her.

"You're cheating!" "I don't want to play this stupid game anymore!" He would seethe in anger. Simply making Tsai laugh, he was such a sore loser.

At night the three would look at the stars and think of names for the constellations and stories behind them.

"That one looks like a platypus bear!" Tsai pointed "It's eating honey, do you see it? It's so cute!" "It looks like two dragons mauling each other to death," Zuko said darkly. She turned to look at him with a raised eyebrow in concern and he turned away grumpily, his arms crossed over his chest. Iroh had simply chuckled.

xxx

Iroh turned his head slightly and looked at his unhappy nephew sitting on the floor with his back to the doorway. Tsai had also noticed that Zuko had been in a particularly difficult mood today. She decided it was best to avoid it and try best not to trigger him. It was then that Iroh hopped off the table (he was wearing pants thank the spirits) and approached his brooding nephew sitting cross-legged besides him.

"I see," Iroh suddenly said in understanding. Iroh was funny like that. He could even understand and translate different types of silence. Feeling the air grow heavy Tsai decided to excuse herself and go check the hawkery for any messages of her brother. She tried to meet Zuko's eyes but he kept his head lowered and a conical hat to hide his expression as he brooded.

"It's the anniversary, isn't it?" She heard Iroh said just after she stepped out. She stopped just around the corner. Pressing her back against the other side of the wall.

She thought. What if- she did something nice for him today? She shook her head and went ahead to look for a message from her brother. She was ready to go home. She had had enough adventuring for now. She was ready to return to her governing duties and leg for forgiveness from her parents. she missed her bed, her room, her brother and simply having tea in the garden on the afternoons. Excitement brewed as she thought about being back home. Homesickness really was no joke, specially after being lost at sea- twice.

There were no news from Mecha yet. She blew out a lost strand of hair that had fallen out of place and with her hands on her hips decided on the best idea to keep busy by checking out the Resort's beach. When suddenly the Firehawk came. She recognized the Vice Royal insignia from Yu Dao immediately.

She greeted the bird, gave it a treat and took the message.

Her eyes rapidly took in her brother's words. His message. She scrolled each sentence faster and faster. Her lips parting. Mouth going dry. Heart beating fast. Her back began knotting with anxiety.

She flipped the note and found no other trace of the message. She clutched the letter close to her chest and painfully swallowed the sobs that had began to escape from her trembling lips. Waterfalls of tears slipped down her eyes as her knees gave. The tears just wouldn't stop pouring.

She didn't know how long she sat by the Resort's hawkery. What was she supposed to do now? To say? She couldn't go back home- what was she to do?

It was a little before the sunset when she gathered the strength to rise. She walked towards the beach that was in front of the resort house they three of them were sharing where Tsai had her own bedroom and Zuko and his uncle shared another one. She sat on the sand hunched over hugging her knees, head buried into them. She closed her eyes and let the sound of the sea shore waves lull her.

"Rough day," She heard a familiar voice say next to her. It was more a statement than a question.

Her head hurt, remaining in that position she turned her head to see the prince taking seat next to her in the darkness of the beach. The air was much colder now. It was dark with the exception of the full moon above reflecting just enough moonlight. It was peaceful. Her eyes were swollen from crying so much and her makeup had been smudged around her eyes. She remained silent and turned forward her eyes getting lost in the dark sea before them. Feeling self conscious she lowered her arms and straightened out her back just like she had been taught to her entire life. She took a deep breath of fresh air. Zuko was unsure of what to say. His Uncle had been worried when she had been absent for so long, and then he had been very worried when she missed dinner. Tsai never missed dinner.

"Was it something I said?" Zuko's first instinct was to blame himself. Maybe he had looked at her the wrong way? Made a snide comment? Afterall it wasn't his day either. However, Iroh knew these things. "I think it's beyond us," he commented. His wise eyes fixed on the girl sitting alone at the beach.

He took in a deep breath. Unsure of what to say what to do. What would a normal person do?

"You know... Three years ago today, I was banished," he began in a solemn tone. "I lost it all. I want it back. I want the Avatar, I want my honor, my throne. I want my father not to think I'm worthless," He fisted palmfuls of sand between angrily sand slipping through his fingers.

Normally Tsai would've been more empathetic. Instead her eyes remained fixed on the nothingness before. Hearing a crumbled up noise it was then that he realized she had been clutching something tightly to her chest. She removed the parchment paper and simply handed it to him, her cold eyes not facing him. He uncrumpled it and read:

'Tsai,

You have to make me a promise. No matter what happens. You will not look for me. You will not come home.

You will not respond to this letter.

You will not return home.

You will not seek me out.

I'm afraid I do not write to you with good news. Word of your betrayal to our nation has reached Yu Dao and you have been identified. Mother is beyond reason and absolutely inconsolable. You have broken the heart of our nation. Fire Lord Ozai suspects that our family is planning a coup de'etat against the crown and an uprising against the nation in Yu Dao. Officials have been sniffing around and poking holes in our lives. There are spies everywhere and nobody is safe.

And so they came for dad since they couldn't find you... Because of this I have decided to answer to these false claims and own up to them.

For our nation.

For our family.

For you.

I love you Tsai.

I don't want to put any more pressure on you, but make it count. Make a difference. If any one can change this world. It's you.

Be well, I know that we meet again under better circumstances my dear sister.

Your brother, Mecha'

Now he understood. He shared a moment of silence with her.

She had lost everything. She had lost her home, her nation, her brother. She had nowhere to go and was an outlaw in the eyes of her country and an enemy in the eyes of the others. She had brought shame and dishonor to her family.

She lowered her head once again in an attempt to hide the stray tear that had slipped from the window of her eyes. His emotions were thrown into a whirlpool. This wouldn't have happened if she hadn't come with them, this would not have happened if she hadn't freed the Avatar. She had done that for him. No matter how he saw it he now felt burdened by her demons.

Fate had tied and tangled them up together now and they had been and were currently struggling to stay afloat in the same boat. Zuko felt like he would only be her demise.

She let out a shaky breath, surprised at the skin to skin contact when he wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her close. She wanted to stop crying, she had to stop crying but she just couldn't. She wondered if this is what he felt like all the time. If this was the burden that he had to carry upon his shoulders. She felt even worse for having just brushed past his demons the first time he brought them up to her.

"Tsai," he suddenly spoke. "I promise you," she turned to look at him. His eyes were blazing in the moonlight. "I'm not going to let anyone or anything hurt you. We're going to get it all back," he said determined. "Our nation, our honor, our families." His eyes were hard. "The only way is to capture the Avatar."

Already vulnerable. Her breath caught when she looked at him, his eyes, there was something about them that was different. The grip he had on her shoulder tightened and she could feel a knot forming in her throat her stomach made an involuntary flip. She looked at him, at his scarred face and then at his lips. Her eyes lingered there for a moment and she found herself unable to speak.

"Come on," He said stroking her upper arm. "Let's go," he helped her to her feet.

Xxx

The next day had been more normal. The three of them had spent the morning at the beach. They wore robes that had been provided by the resort . Zuko sat under the shade of an umbrella grumpily watching with his arms crossed.

Being here was a waste of time. He couldn't afford to be here any more while his Uncle and Tsai played in the ocean. The two were knee deep in the water looking around for sea shells and conches. Iroh had never had a daughter but he assumed this is what it would've been like.

"Look Iroh!" She said picking up a large conch that she had to hold with both of hers hands. It was large and pink with swirls of violet. They had a conversation which was inaudible to Zuko. Last night had been different... he thought to himself as he shifted uncomfortably in the sand. He had always had few friends but he had certainly never divulged such raw emotions to another human being, much less a girl for that matter.

He heard a horn being blown and saw the girl from the colonies and his uncle laughing as she blew into a conch letting the song of the sea play. The two of them shared a laugh.

Some moments later they returned to the living room of the resort house. Iroh smiled happily as he walked in he carefully dumped the contents of the small satchel he was carrying onto the table, the various shells and gifts from the sea tumbling out. Tsai did the same smiling broadly.

"Look at these magnificent shells!" Iroh exclaimed as he held up one of the shells to show Zuko then picked up a conch shell that Tsai had picked out, "I'll enjoy these keepsakes for years to come."

"Do you think we could make them into bracelets?" She suggested. Already thinking that the three could wear a set of cheesy matching seashell accessories. Iroh was about to respond when Zuko interrupted.

Sometimes he thought his uncle loved her more than he loved him and the thought drove him mad.

"We don't need any more useless things!" Zuko snapped angrily as he threw his hands in the air in exasperation at his uncle and the teen. "You two forget, we have to carry everything ourselves now!"

The room grew silent as a strange voice intruded.

"Hello, brother. Uncle."

Zuko whirled around and his eyes narrowed as he glared at his sister, Azula, who was ominously sitting in a dark corner of the room with her feet propped up on the other table in the room.

"What are you doing here?" The scarred teen snarled angrily.

'Brother?! So this was the Fire Nation's princess.' Tsai had only heard rumors about Azula back in Yu Dao. The Upper Circle nobles from the colonies had never seen her. However, the rumors were that she was a fire prodigy; she was rumored to be both beautiful and deathly. She could instantly see the resemblance as both siblings shared the same features, golden eyes, pale faces and thick black hair. Except in contrast to Azula there was something about Zuko that made him seemed more untamed, perhaps. more human was a better way to put it. Azula moved gracefully almost as if every movement had been calculated to perfection and rehearsed. Even her hair was parted perfectly in the middle of her symmetrical face. Not a single hair was out of place.

"In my country, we exchange a pleasant hello before asking questions." Azula snipped in a mock-pleasant tone as she held up a shell then stood up and walked over to the three of them "Have you become uncivilized so soon, Zuzu?"

Tsai couldn't help but giggle at the nickname 'Zuzu, really?'

"Don't call me that!" Zuko hissed furiously, embarrassed at the nickname. His fists clenched at his sides as he glared at her his eyes shifted around he room, he did not want Tsai knowing that was the stupid nickname his sister had given him.

"And you must be Tsai of Yu Dao," Azula raised an eyebrow in intrigued. Her eyes wondered every inch of Tsai's body from her smallest toe to the tip of her auburn hair as they raked in her body. "Oh, We've heard all about you," she said smugly looking down on the other teen. "I've gotta say Zuko, she really is a step down from Mai. Including the tacky red-head," she scoffed. "You could do better," she said maliciously with a wicked grin.

"Hey!" Tsai protested with an angry expression giving a step forward but Iroh held her back grabbing onto her sleeve holding her in place.

"To what do we owe this honor?" Iroh cut in quickly, even though his tone was clearly upset.

"Hmm...must be a family trait. Both of you so quick to the point." Azula mused then smirked cruelly as she shattered a shell in her hand with her tight hand grip, her smirk growing at the angry look Iroh sent her. Tsai was also glaring daggers at her. Her hair wasn't tacky! And more importantly. Who in the hell was Mai? Also just who did she think she was to talk to her like that?

"I've come with a message from home. Father's changed his mind." She played with her hair. "Family is suddenly very important to him. He's heard rumors of plans to overthrow him; treacherous plots," Her eyes landed on the red-head in front of her for a second. The vile smirk on her face stretched even wider at the mention of the treason of the Vice Royal family of Yu Dao.

"Family are the only ones you can trust now" Azula said sweetly then paused briefly as she looked at Zuko, "Father regrets your banishment. He wants you home."

Silence was her only response and her eyes narrowed as she glared at her older brother. Zuko turned away from his sister. Instead he turned to face the open window where the light breeze blew. He looked at the pink plum blossom trees that swayed with the wind. Tsai reached for his arm. There was something she didn't like about this.

"Did you hear me?" She demanded angrily as she ran her fingers through her bangs, "You should be happy. Excited. Grateful. I just gave you great news."

"I'm sure your brother simply needs a moment." Iroh explained as he watched Azula warily his eyes bleeding with suspicion.

"Don't interrupt, Uncle!" the princess snarled at the older man then looked at Zuko condescendingly, "I still haven't heard my thank you. I'm not a messenger. I didn't have to come all this way."

Tsai wasn't sure what to say - what to do. It wasn't her place to speak. This was clearly a family affair that she was meddling in, but she loathed the way that Azula spoke to Iroh.

"Father regrets?" Zuko asked in surprise as he looked at his sister in shock, "He...wants me back?"

"I can see you need time to take this in." Azula commented drily as she started towards the door of the home. "And in regards of you,"she turned and flashed Tsai an intense glare. She couldn't tell if it was one of distaste or interest. It was hard to tell with her maniacal persona.

"You best pray my father takes pity on you. Then again, he's not much of a forgiving man."

Her jaw tightened at her words. Blood running cold.

"I'll come to call on you tomorrow. Good evening."

Zuko stared at the floor blankly as he pondered everything his sister had just said while Iroh watched him worriedly his eyes clouded with concern.

xxx

"We're going home!" Zuko stated excitedly as he packed his belongings up, "After three long years, it's unbelievable!"

Tsai had never seen Zuko in such a good mood. He almost moved like a spring buck almost as if a massive load had been lifted off from his shoulders.

Iroh stared out the window of the small house and stroked his beard thoughtfully, "It is unbelievable. I have never known my brother to regret anything or to be the forgiving kind." He said pensively.

"More like you're going home. And what am I supposed to do?" The girl said upset as she rose from her seat on the ground. "You really think the Fire Lord is going to pardon me for my treachery? Let me family go just like that?"

"Did you listen to Azula? Father's realized how important family is to him!" Zuko retorted in irritation, "He won't hurt you if I ask him to." Zuko said as he packed the little belongings that he had with him. There was something in her gut that twisted uneasily and told her otherwise. She looked at him with uncertainty. "He cares about me!" Zuko said almost with glee.

"I care about you!" Iroh snapped back as he turned to face his obstinate uncle with his arms spread out slightly, "And if Ozai wants you back, well, I think it may not be for the reasons you imagine."

Zuko turned his back on Iroh, his shoulders tense, "You don't know how my father feels about me. You don't know anything!"

"Zuko," Iroh said softly in an attempt to placate the scarred prince, "I only meant that in our family, things are not always what they seem."

"I think you are exactly what you seem!" Zuko snarled as he whirled around to glare at his uncle, "A lazy, mistrustful, shallow old man who's always been jealous of his brother!"

"Hey!" Tsai's voice roared and echoed the small house. She had never raised her voice at somebody like that. It was one thing not to meddle in family affairs, but he had crossed the line. The sad expression on Iroh's face broke her heart. Zuko turned to see the scowl on his face. "Need I remind you have no business here. Colonial pest..." He uttered under his breath.

Her eyes went wide with hurt. And here she thought he had changed. She was so angry at herself. Angry for believing his façade. For thinking he would actually change. For actually allowing herself to develop feelings for him. Zuko stormed out of the small house and into the night. Iroh's heart hurting slightly he sighed and lowered his head.

"Forgive my nephew, he often speaks before he thinks."

Tsai lowered her eyes.

"I don't know how much more I can forgive."

Iroh remained silent.

"Iroh, I don't think I can go with you tomorrow." She spoke after a moment of silence. "Frankly, I don't trust Azula, and I don't believe the Fire Lord to be the forgiving kind. Tomorrow morning I'm taking off on my own."

Iroh simply nodded his head. "I understand. And where will you go?"

She was quiet for a moment. Unsure of what to respond. Where to go. She had lost her home, she had lost everything. She shrugged her arms. "Wherever the wind takes me," she breathed out suddenly feeling the spirit of a bohemian live seem more appealing than a life in prison. "Maybe I'll even be the one to find the Avatar. Who knows?"

"Oh Tsai," Iroh face palmed. "Not you too.." He said with a small frown on his face.

She was quiet for a moment as she pondered her next question.

"Iroh," she began. "Do you-Do you think we are evil? The Fire Nation I mean. When I was in the Water Tribe with the Avatar and his friends. I was called the enemy. People in the streets spat at me and shunned me for sins that are not mine. I tried to explain that everything we did was for the greater good. To share the beauty and power of our nation with the rest of the world just like we have all been taught- but they didn't see it that way. They said... horrible things to me." she said avoiding his golden eyes feeling as if he was analyzing her eyer move and expression.

"Life is neither good or evil, but only a place for good and evil," Iroh spoke wisely as he hid his hands inside of his sleeves appearing even more sage like. "The battle line between good and evil runs thought the heart of every man and woman. The key, like everything is to find the balance. Good and evil. The elements. humans. All should find its place and balance in nature," he explained.

She cocked her head to the side confused by his riddling words and scratched her chin as she thought hard about his words.

"Are you saying that good and evil are subjective?" She questioned.

Iroh let out a sigh and shook his head as this philosophical conversation was not going as he had intended too. He presumed the girl was still too young to comprehend such abstract topics.

"Why don't you put some tea?" he asked with a small smile.

Xxx

The next morning. Zuko walked down almost skipping down the stone staircase towards the docks where he could see Azula's Royal warship waiting, his belongings slung over his shoulder. The wind was crisp and fresh, skies were clear. Zuko found himself walking a little taller today. After three long years in exile he was finally going home. He would no longer be the banished prince. His father was ready to receive him with warm open arms.

"Wait! Don't leave without me!"

He paused and turned, setting his pack down and smiled. "Uncle! You've changed your mind."

"Family sticks together, right?" Iroh stated with a small smile as he placed a hand on his nephew's shoulder.

Zuko smiled slightly as he remembered his father resting his hand on his shoulder when he was younger. He looked over Iroh's shoulder to see if by any chance Tsai would've tailed behind him but there was no sign of her. She had refused to leave the room this morning after their fight last night. A part of him couldn't believe it would be the last time he would see her... He had royally screwed up this time. The scarred prince shook his head slightly and turned back to look at the ship again.

"We're finally going home!" He said excitedly as he attempted to shake the dark cloud from raining on his parade.

However the slow seemed to grow larger and larger with each step he gave until it clouded his mind and made him cave.

"Where is Tsai?" He asked before descending. "Tsai," Iroh sighed. "Has made a decision not to continue her journey with us." "What?" Zuko once again dropped his sack in surprise. "So you're just going to let her stay here? Alone?" He raised his voice instantly becoming aggravated. "She made her own decision and after your behavior last night and frankly I am not surprised," Iroh shook his head looking at his nephew with disappointment. "You have to think before you act Zuko. I know you did not mean what you said but a woman's heart is a sensitive and very complex affair."

Zuko looked at the top of the stairs and made an impulsive run for it. However was stopped by his uncle.

"Let her go." He said wisely. "If she doesn't come back it was never meant to be." He looked at his uncle with hard eyes and back to the top of the stairs where nobody stood. Before turning away and resuming their descent. He wondered if their paths would ever meet again. Where would she even go? It's not like she could return home.

Iroh frowned slightly as he looked at Azula's ship with suspicion following his nephew.

Iroh watched the soldiers standing on either side of the dock cautiously as he and Zuko made their way towards the ramp of the ship where Azula was standing quietly at the top of the ramp with two more soldiers on either side of her.

"Brother! Uncle! Welcome!" Azula greeted warmly as Zuko and Iroh stopped a little bit in front of the ship's captain at the bottom of the ramp and the three bowed to each other, "I'm so glad you decided to come." Two rows of at least a dozen Fire Nation soldiers stood behind them.

"Wait!" somebody shouted from behind. The sea of soldiers parted open to reveal the girl from the colonies standing at the very end of the stone bridge. She stood catching her breath slightly and leaned over resting her palms on her bent knees as she regained her composire. She wore her usual ochre colored long sleeved blouse and her brown skirt and above the knee boots. Her long auburn hair was worn half up and she carried a sack with her few belongings over her shoulder. "Wait!" She caught her breath as she approached Iroh and Zuko at the very front leaning forward resting the palms of her hands on her knees once again.

Zuko would never admit it but a part of him was happy to know she would be rejoining them in their journey.

Iroh's eyes opened slightly and he looked at the soldiers suspiciously then he straightened, the two lines of soldiers fell in line behind Zuko, Tsai and Iroh, closing the aisle the three of them had walked through a moment ago.

"Have you decided to come and beg for mercy before my father you half-breed mutt?" Azula taunted maliciously a vile twinkled in her eyes.

Tsai's flinched at the insult. The fact that her mother was from the Earth Nation and that her father was from the Fire Nation had always been a touchy taboo subject amongst the Upper Circles of Fire Nation officials.

"Hey!" She was surprised to see Zuko come to her defense. He glared at Azula angry and the girl simply shrugged flipping a strand of hair back into place.

"I just came to say goodbye," She turned to look at Iroh and then at Zuko with sadness clouding her warm eyes. "Aw, how touching," Azula said mockingly rolling her eyes. She really didn't have time for these sappy moments.

"Are we ready to depart, Your Highness?" The captain asked as he turned and walked forward slightly to stand at the very end of the ramp.

Iroh hugged her tightly as they bid their goodbyes.

"Tsai," Zuko turned to face her. "Home...," he whispered. "Come home with us! I promise you I won't allow anything to happen to you. I'll convince my father to pardon you. To pardon your family. I'm sure he'll understand once we explain," he spoke in a hopeful tone. Her eyes lingered on the stoney ground. She shook her head side to side. "No... I'm sorry," she whispered. "Goodbye." She said looking at him Zuko with hard eyes.

There was something about this entire situation that made her feel ill.

"Set our course for home, captain." Azula instructed sweetly as the auburn haired girl stepped back.

"You heard the princess!" The captain barked, raising his hand as he walked up the ramp, "Raise the anchors! We're taking the prisoners home!"

The captain's eyes went wide when he realized his mistake and he looked at Azula, whose expression when from surprised to furious in less than a hot second.

"Your Highness, I..." The captain started nervously just as Iroh narrowed his eyes and he suddenly attacked the guards, pushing them off the edge of the walkway and sending fire blasts at them.

Zuko snarled as he stomped furiously up the ramp, throwing the captain off as he stalked past him.

"You lied to me!" He shouted as he glared at his sister angrily, still standing several feet away from her on the ramp.

"Like I've never done that before." Azula retorted smugly as she turned her back on Zuko, waving her hand slightly and the two guards standing on either side of her suddenly shot fire blasts at the banished prince.

Zuko crossed his arms then spread them outward quickly, deflecting the attacks. He shouted angrily as he charged onto the ship to chase after his younger sister.

Zuko snarled as he leapt onto the deck of his sister's ship and sent two fire blasts at the guards, knocking them off the ship. He spun around to face Azula, who was standing patiently several feet away with her back turned and her hands clasped behind her. Azula glanced over her shoulder and smirked at her brother condescendingly. Zuko's fists clenched and fire daggers appeared as he prepared to attack his sister.

"Zuko!" Iroh shouted from the dock where he was still attacking the guards, "Let's go!" Tsai did the best to handle herself and had just kicked a guard into the ocean water.

The former general tossed one of the guards over the edge then stepped to the side to the side to avoid another guard's attack.

Zuko ignored his uncle and charged at Azula with his fire daggers, attempting to strike her with them but the princess easily dodged all of his blows with a smirk firmly on her young face. Zuko bared his teeth as he continued to attack his sister as she continued to dodge backwards. Zuko brought his right hand down in an attempt to land another blow. However Azula blocked his attack with her forearm then grabbed his wrist with one hand and slipped her wrist against the crook of his elbow. She swung him around easily and shoved him away from her, smirking as he panted.

"You know father blames Uncle for the loss of the North Pole." Azula taunted him maliciously, her smirk widening, "And he considers you a miserable failure for not finding the Avatar! Why would he want you back home, except to lock you up where you can no longer embarrass him?"

Zuko snarled and conjured two fire daggers again then leapt into the air and sent a powerful fire blast at Azula using his foot. The princess smirked and jumped away, landing safely several feet away in a crouch. The banished prince charged at her as she rose to her feet, dodging the blows her furious brother attempted land on her as she backed up further.

Azula lashed out at Zuko suddenly, leaving three scratch marks on his temple which caused Zuko to fall back. The scarred prince roared and charged at Azula again, swinging his fire daggers viciously at her, but she continued to dodge and block his attacks easily as she backed up the steps leading to the command tower of the ship.

The two fighting siblings reached the top of the stairs and Azula grabbed hold of Zuko's arm and the two stare at each other silently for a few seconds then Zuko's eyes went wide alarmed and Azula smirked. She then launched blue flames at Zuko, knocking him off his feet and back down the stairs to land on the deck.

Zuko pushed himself up slightly and turned his head to look at his sister, his vision blurred from the blow as well as the light of the flames. His vision focused on Azula just as she began moving her arms in a circular motion, lightning beginning to crackle at her fingertips.

Azula sneered as she prepared to fire the lightning bolt at her brother but her attack was suddenly halted when Iroh grabbed hold of her right hand and twisted around, redirecting the lightning towards a far-off cliff side. The former general quickly twisted Azula's arm, causing her to bend backwards. Tsai then stepped in and using all of her leg strength kicked Azula her off the ship roughly, causing her to land in the water with a loud splash.

Iroh rushed towards Zuko and grabbed his nephew by the arm and the trio raced away from the ship as far and as fast as they could, heading back up the stone stairs and towards into the lost woods.

Normally Tsai would've rubbed in Zuko's face that she was right and that he owed both her and Uncle Iroh an apology but it was not the time. They had to get out of here fast.

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Azula stood on the porch of the main building of the village resort her uncle and brother had been staying at, her eyes narrowed as she looked at the gathered crowd with two Royal Procession guards standing behind her.

"Anyone who harbors these traitors will face the wrath of the Fire Lord!" The Fire Nation Princess snarled angrily as she held up the wanted poster with Zuko, Iroh and Tsai's portraits painted on it. She laid one hand on the balcony, sneering when the residents cowered away in fear, "There will be no place left to hide!"

Zuko, Tsai and Iroh panted as they raced along the river away from the village resort, away from Azula and the Fire Nation. The three finally came to a stop and Zuko and his uncle fell to ground beside the river, catching their harsh breaths. Tsai leaned against the tree catching her own.

"I think we're safe here." Iroh said after his breathing slowed and helooked around carefully, then he looked at his silent nephew.

"I told you so-" Tsai breathed. "I told you so! So did Uncle Iroh!" She called out. However, her declarations fell to silent ears. She turned to see Zuko starring at the flowing water before him then pulled out a small dagger and held it up, the blade reflecting the sunlight. Iroh closed his eyes sadly for a moment then watched as his nephew held the knife under his ponytail.

She looked at them sadly. Their hair... It was was connected them to the Royal family. To their nation. It was a part of them just as much as they were both a part of the Royal Fire Nation family.

Zuko shut his eyes tightly and sliced his ponytail off then he held the dagger out to Iroh without looking at him as he stared at his ponytail in his hand. Iroh took the dagger and cut off his topknot, holding it in his hand. The banished prince stared at the ponytail for a moment then let it fall from his and into the river, watching as it along with his uncle's topknot float down the river.

The two kneeled quietly beside the river as they processed the magnitude of what had just transpired. And just like that they had just renounced to their royal titles. She looked at them with uncertainty and Iroh turned to look at her.

"Your hair," he said looking at her odd colored hair. "It's going to be a problem," he said raising in her direction. She ran a hand through her long hair which almost reached down to her mid back. She held it in her hands tightly. She couldn't. She possible couldn't...

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"My brother and my uncle have disgraced the Fire Lord, and have brought shame on all of us!" Azula declared. "And that little red haired minx," she thought of the angry expression on the colonial girl's face. "That red haired little minx..." Azula repeated more to herself this time...

A sly smiled spread across her pink tinted lips in fascination. She would be hers.

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