#i honestly thought I lost my hand-eye coordination

[graynide]

FIRST DETEY YAOI FANART on @riverstyx4's Magma! WOOOOOOOOOOO

and its all thanks to a particular moot on Twitter who kept pestering me to draw the ship, how quaint

also introducing a mini collab with @bobert-ramirez! lovely

bonus doodle courtesy to @bobert-ramirez! Plus my scratchy replys

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FOR FAKE DATING & GOING UNDERCOVER *  assorted dialogue for muses going undercover as a couple and having to maintain the illusion that they're dating, and all the chaos, feelings, and whatnot that come with it, suggested by dollhidden, adjust as necessary, send "reverse" for the reversal of action prompts

DIALOGUE PROMPTS

come on. at least pretend that you like me.

if we hold hands, that'll sell the illusion even more.

what petnames do you think we'd use if we were actually dating?

please don't make this too difficult on me.

stop letting go of my hand.

you're going to pay for this later.

that was way too close of a call.

[petname]? that's what we're going with?

could you at least look like you like me for an hour? is that so hard?

admit it. i'm not half bad.

didn't think i would enjoy this as much as i am.

did you take acting classes growing up?

excuse me! i'm just trying to sell the illusion!

do you think they bought it?

you don't look like you love me. you look like you're constipated.

way to lay it on thick. i think you might have done too good of a job.

pretend to laugh at one of my jokes.

i guess i didn't expect you to dress up for this. i'm impressed.

you know, if you treated me like that on the regular, i might actually start falling in love with you.

they have to believe we're together. how hard can it be?

quick, pretend like you're about to kiss me.

you clearly care more about the tiny appetizers than you do me.

i'm just here for the free champagne.

you clean up nice.

that honestly wasn't as bad as i thought it would be.

they're looking over here. quick, say something funny.

that... was surprisingly smooth of you.

you don't date much, do you?

we should pretend to date more often.

hey! my eyes are up here!

shit, they're coming. kiss me.

ACTION PROMPTS all of these are written as if both parties are fake dating and going undercover at some specified event, but feel free to add your own scenarios if you'd like!

[ hand ] sender quickly takes receiver's hand in public to avoid getting caught

[ waist ] sender quickly slides an arm around receiver's waist in public to avoid getting caught

[ propose ] sender stages a dramatic fake proposal to further sell their relationship to the crowd, catching receiver completely off guard

[ fake fight ] sender and receiver stage a coordinated fake fight/messy breakup in front of the crowd

[ kiss ] realizing they need to sell their relationship to an important person/people, sender and receiver kiss for the first time

[ coat ] noticing receiver is cold, sender gives them their coat

[ entrance ] sender and receiver approach the entrance of the secret event and discuss their plans for selling their fake relationship to the crowd

[ slip away ] sender slips away from receiver in order to take a break from pretending, and receiver goes to find them

[ off limits ] sender and receiver are exploring an off limit portion of the event space, get caught, and are forced to try to explain how they got lost

[ the big kiss ] to conceal the fact that they're exploring an off limit portion of the event space, sender kisses receiver dramatically once they're caught

[ introduce ] sender introduces receiver as their lover/date/partner to a very important (and potentially dangerous) person at this event

[ family ] sender introduces receiver as their lover/date/partner to their family, who just so happens to also be at the event

[ lost ] sender loses receiver in the crowd and rushes to relocate them before their cover is blown

[ flirt ] when someone else shows interest in receiver, sender steps in and makes it clear they're "taken"

[ exit ] sender and receiver have successfully accomplished their goal, and now must sneak out of the event as covertly as possible

[ spill ] sender accidentally spills their drink on receiver and rushes them to the restroom to clean them up

[ private ] in a brief moment of privacy between the two fake daters, sender admits to receiver that they don't think receiver is as bad as they thought

[heartbeatbookclub]

hey just saw your headcanons for high dokis which made me curious if you have any for drunk dokis

sorry if you’ve already covered this btw

*violent coughing* aaAAAND we're back!

I'm gonna try and separate this from my thoughts on them smonking a weed, because while the experience is similar, it's definitely different. And rather than describing the entire experience of getting into it like I did on that one, I'm just gonna start talking about some miscellaneous stuff.

I feel like Natsuki would generally prefer to remain sober due to personal issues with her father, among other things. I feel like she probably had an experimental period with it, only to realize that she was quickly losing control of it, and that scared her more than anything else. Under other circumstances I'd say she's the girl who showed up tipsy to class and had a water bottle full of vodka, but I think she'd be too stubborn for that, especially with a support group like the Literature Club.

This all being said, I think that though she'd like to be the designated driver, she'd probably end up saying "fuck it" and doing a few shots for the fun of it. She loosens up in general when drunk, getting simultaneously cattier and kinder. She kinda just opens up and says whatever's on her mind, which lends itself to a lot of more open discussion about how much the Literature Club really means to her.

She has a tendency to get really giggly, which immediately makes everyone else in the room very giggly, until they're all rolling on the floor about nothing in particular. I feel like she'd get testier while drunk, but be more prone to burst into tears than to start a fight, which is immediately off-putting. Her tolerance is okay, but she is the smallest, so it's not over the top.

Monika's a bit of a curious case. I think she'd generally like to keep her wits about her, but as long as she's with friends and having fun, she doesn't mind having a few drinks to use as a social lubricant. I feel like she'd be quick to try and keep herself under control, but as the night goes on she'd go from "I'm not gonna drink THAT MUCH" to "wait, wait, how many--how many shots was that...?" pretty quickly. Of course, the others help her to make sure she drinks plenty of water too.

She attempts to keep some level of decorum as she drinks, but progressively, that falls apart. Has a tendency to prattle on about subjects she's interested in but has no real moment to talk about. The most common word which falls out of her mouth while drunk is "love", whether it's talking about how much she loves her food, your top, this song, or her friends.

She's usually very embarrassed about the entire thing in the morning (and hungover) but she's still happy to do it. She gets the sense that it brings them all closer together. Her tolerance is decent, but she has trouble noticing when it's starting to hit, so she ends up deeper than she expected.

Sayori enjoys drinking (though she really hates the taste), because it gets everybody to loosen up more, and it gives her a sense of security knowing that everybody's being more honest. And even more so that while everybody's lost a lot of capacity to lie, they're all just closer friends, and all honestly enjoying each other's company. She also finds everybody hilarious and adorable. Ironically, I think she'd probably be the most responsible while smashed.

She'd probably find it really funny how shit her hand eye coordination gets, and try to do a whole bunch of stuff to test how rough it actually is, invariably falling on her ass and laughing. Sayori while drunk is really just Sayori sober but a lot more sluggish and slurred, which makes the things she says sound a lot sillier.

She's the type to drunk text you at 2 AM saying exactly how much she loves you, and how much you mean to her. She feels incredibly embarrassed about it in the morning and gets slightly annoyed at her drunk self for putting her into this situation, but it almost never goes poorly. On the subject she loses any sense of fear talking to strangers while drunk, and just randomly includes others in her conversations with people for the fun of it, which is simultaneously hilarious and embarrassing for everyone else involved.

Sayori is the one person among them who ends up miraculously without a hangover (if she does everything you're supposed to when you drink, which isn't always...she tries to make sure she has a full stomach, at least) and although she has a pretty solid tolerance, she likes to act drunker than she is just for the fun of it.

Yuri likes other people having fun drinking, and doesn't mind getting a little tipsy herself, but knows full well that she's going to do a lot of embarrassing things while drunk, and is thusly very anxious to actually go any deeper than that. This doesn't stop her from occasionally indulging a little more than necessary.

She ends up talking a lot more than normal, though it's more often just little comments and one-liners that you wouldn't expect out of Yuri, which makes them funnier. She ends up pretty fluidly able to explain things that would take her a whole lot longer to actually enunciate while sober. This frustrates her slightly, but over time she's able to work out exactly why it is, and working on letting go a lot of the anxieties holding her back in that sense.

Yuri gets blatantly weirder, but also pretty clearly more affectionate with how she acts around everyone else. Drinking makes her bolder, and though it'll be embarrassing for all of them in the morning, it's pretty clear that Yuri would be a ladykiller if she had that confidence while sober.

Of course, it's all among friends, so it's okay...right?

Yuri ends up with less of a headache and nausea and more of a general sluggishness that pervades her for at least a day afterward. She prefers to avoid it, so doesn't suggest drinking herself. Her tolerance is around the middle, but when it hits, it hits, and she tends to get over it slower.

MC typically gets called when they need a ride to or from some place. He keeps a bottle of vodka handy and is not above daydrinking alone, but the others do frequently invite him to go drinking if they ever go out. Natsuki sometimes gives him shit for ordering girly drinks, but it's all in good fun.

We now return to your regularly scheduled programming.

[snek-panini]

Very belated Binderary books, uh...I've lost track actually. I think they are #6 and #7. And it's another two-volume split! This is (Slow) Burn, Baby, Burn by orchidlocked, an extremely long Good Omens fic set in the 1970s. It's about our favorite angel/demon pair navigating the disco scene, and it's not an AU, which is sort of usual in a fic this long and with such a specific premise. There are a fair few real people featured here, some as major characters, and a lot of music history and an excellent playlist alongside all the fun and angsty relationship stuff that so many of us are here for. I learned a lot about disco reading this fic and it was fascinating and also way more queer than I ever realized.

For the cover up there we have a white Allure book cloth on the spine, and white HTV over homemade book cloth for the main cover. The cloth pieces both come from the same sheet but I oriented the stripes this way so they'd be coordinated-but-not-matched and I really love the effect. They're also cotton and really nice to hold. It's funny, I was thinking of binding this fic when I found the fabric while digging through the Joann's remnant bin, and as soon as I saw it this fic not only came to mind but moved up to the top of the to-bind list. It was fate, clearly.

More photos under the cut!

Both spines and a top view. That's orange HTV for the titles. This it the first time I've worked with matte HTV (I usually use metallic or foil) and I was surprised at how much thinner it is, and how easy it was to stick. And I like the color inverse here in counterpoint to the front cover. The top view shows off the handmade endbands and bookmark, and also the rounding job. I'm still working on rounded spines, and the turn-in over the spine didn't come out as smooth as I'd have liked, but I think it's a good result. The ribbon bookmark was supposed to be blue to match the endbands, but every blue ribbon I could find clashed horribly with the cover so it's this nice leafy sage green. Which actually works really well with...

The endpapers! I got these as Joann's too. All four are cut from the same print, but I shifted and rotated them when I trimmed them so the patterns wouldn't all be in the same place. I had desperately wanted this other paper I found on Etsy with little vinyl records all over it, but the pieces weren't the right shape and I'd have had to ship them from overseas ($$), but I like the mood these ones set. And they're thick and nicely textured and look awesome with the cover, so really I think things worked out very well.

Couple of pics of the interior. I kept it fairly simple but I feel like it fits the story.

The scene break line is orange, to match the covers. I usually use gray but wanted something more fun. I recently bought some off-white paper that I used for most of my binderary projects this year because I've heard it's easier on the eyes, and it is, but I used the older bright white for this so the color contrast would be sharper. No complaints; I think it looks amazing. The second image above is the appendix I put together for the volume. Being so centered in the music industry, this fic has a really long playlist that the author put together with their preferred recordings. It's linked in the story and I did include the link text in the book, but I had my mind on preservation and the challenges of digital archiving while I was making this one, so I also took all the title/artist/album info and just listed it here. It was too much to do all by hand, so I learned how to export a Spotify playlist into an Excel doc, then moved that into the Word doc to print. A lot of steps, but not nearly as hard as I'd thought, and way less tedious.

I have to say this book is aesthetically really different than all my previous ones. I ran into so many design hurdles but I honestly couldn't be more pleased with the end result. I'll have to push my comfort zone like this more often, I guess.

[zeroseuniverse]

Nothing To Worry About

WC: 697 Pairing: Minho x reader

Marrying by convenience was never the plan, she truly thought she’d marry the love of her life. But being the heiress of many large businesses, she didn’t have much time for love, until he came. He had been her light in the dark, always there to make her feel a little less lonely throughout her young adult years, She honestly would've married him, things don’t always work out that way.

“So who all is going to be at this dinner?” Lee Minho, her husband wondered aloud as he dressed her up all pretty. It was one of the things she enjoyed about the arranged marriage. Minho loved dressing up both himself and her, so she never had to worry about looking the part. 

“The Seo family, the Kim family, the Park family and the Bang family.”

“Kim…” He hummed, knowing that their heir was your first choice of marriage leaving a sour taste in his mouth and a tight feeling in his chest. Though they hadn’t picked to be partners it was very apparent the two had gotten very close in the time they’ve been together, feelings were developing but clouded by the fact that it wasn’t necessarily their choice to be together so neither tried to acknowledge the feelings.

“Yes.”

“As in Kim Seungmin?” He wondered yet again, narrowing his eyes slightly.

“Yea, they’re partners with my father.”

“I’m aware.”

The rest of the getting ready was done in silence, she was lost in her thoughts and he was lost in her, wondering if she would be okay after their nasty breakup. 

“Are you ready?” He wondered, reaching a hand out to grasp hers earning only a weak nod in return, his neutral expression turning into a frown.

The two headed off to their business dinner yet again in silence which was not a common occurrence the two could talk about everything under the sun any time of day usually. Even their personal driver looked on with discomfort.

“Do I look okay?” She wondered as he helped her out of the car, his face twisting into offense.

“You never second guess my picking, do I have something to be worried about meeting with the Kim family?” Minho was never one to be insecure but he was definitely prone to jealousy, loving to make it completely clear that she was with him without her knowing, like matching jewelry or color coordinating their outfits. It was a subtle thing but almost every always knew they were together and never bothered to try and get between the two.

“Ah Lee’s lovely to see you guys!” Mrs. Kim greeted, getting up to hug her son’s ex and her husband. All parties at the table took their turns greeting the couple until Kim Seungmin stepped up with a sheepish grin on his face.

“I believe congratulations are in order. The Ceremony was beautiful. Could’ve done with some blue though.” He hummed before turning on his heel and walking away leaving her to balk at the broad shoulders.

“Blue?” Minho wondered, feeling a little confused and annoyed.

“He wanted blue in our wedding, it wasn’t my ideal thing but I agreed when he and I had spoken, before the ordeal.” She explained quietly, trying to shake off her shock at the man’s boldness.

“You guys planned a wedding?”

“He planned it, he wanted to get power of the companies as fast as he could so within a few months he was already shoving wedding plans down my throat.” 

“So what I’m hearing is there is absolutely nothing to worry about because he’s a psycho that you will never be interested in again?” He teased, leaning in next to her face with a grin, happy that the perfect Kim son he had heard so much about had a flaw.

She hummed turning to face him a little better and placed a quick but efficient kiss on his lips causing the feline-like man to reel back slightly in shock but far from discontent.

“Nothing to worry about at all.” and the silent promise was all he needed to swoop down grasping her waist in his hands and pulling her as tight as humanly possible.

[w33nies]

Qué Maravilla CH.2 - 'Half Empty, Half Full'

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Miguel O'hara x SpiderFemReader rating: E for Everyone bby warnings: none? lots of angst tbh Summary: You have to get out. You have to help, but now there's someone in your way. art is not mine!!!! @baschett on twitter!!!

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“Layla come ON!” You repeatedly banged your fists on the holographic cage that held you.  Not too long ago Miguel had locked you in here and went off in search of Miles on Earth-1610 with what felt like the entire spider society. Well, the entire spider society, with the exception of you. With a groan you rest your forehead and the palms of your hand against the barrier. You had to get out of here. You had to help. At the very least, try to do something. You quickly regain composure and begin furiously typing coordinates on your watch.

“Don’t even try it, I already restricted your access,” The A.I materialized itself in front of you in its signature female avatar. Heart shaped sunglasses, a furry white coat (faux fur as she would always jokingly assure you), and the brunette bob. She didn’t look at you as she spoke, her eyes instead laser focused on her nails that she was intricately filing. “You didn’t really think he was gonna let you leave this place after all that, did you?” She paused and finally looked up at you with a cheeky smile, “Even if he is your boyfriend.” The figure no larger than a soda can was an A.I ‘LYrate Lifeform Approximation,’ and none other than Miguel's personal assistant. But everyone just called her ‘Lyla’ for short. 

As if on cue your watch projected the message, ‘ACCESS DENIED. USER ON LOCKDOWN.’ 

“UGH!” you groan as you kick the wall behind you then sink to your feet as you let your chin hit your chest. “And he’s not my boyfriend,” you mumbled. 

She chuckled at your immature protest, “Sorry babe.” In the next instant she teleported to the front of your face, leaning so far forward that you guys were practically nose to nose. “You do know he’s only doing this because he cares about you right?” 

“Doesn’t make it right.” You mutter mostly to yourself while intentionally refusing her eye contact, instead opting to stare down at your knees. 

“Can honestly you blame him?” 

“No, of course not.” You absentmindedly cross your arms and let your head hit the wall. “But I can't fight the feeling that we’re going about this all wrong. There’s definitely something we’re missing. It doesn’t have to be this way.”

Lyla gave a small sigh, “I understand, but we can’t make ourselves vulnerable to anomalies or incursions, because then you end up with universes without a spiderman, or worse...” 

“A world without a spider?” You lift your head up to meet her floating frame, “Is that even possible?” 

“Very.” 

“Wouldn't that rip a hole in the multiverse.”

“You would think,” she spoke while putting her hands in her coat pockets, rocking back and forth from her toes to her heels. “Mile's spider originated from Earth - 42 yet the world still stands since it left it a long while ago. Though it has high crime rates because, you know, no spiderman. Only through some undiscovered canon relationship to the rest of the multiverse has it not experienced an incursion. A detail probably so mundane it’ll take eons to make the correlation. So it’s connected to the multiverse,yes, but by a thread. An anomaly for sure. I’m surprised Miguel didn’t teach you this.” 

“Yeah...” you said, completely lost in thought. In truth you knew about Earth-42. It was the only one of its kind, it had just completely slipped your mind. But now that Lyla had reminded you of its presence, she had inadvertently flipped the switch to your mental lightbulb.  A world without a spider? If Earth - 42 could survive without a spider…

“We’re… not the center of the multiverse?” You spoke softly to yourself, wide eyes and  erratic, which was very unnerving to Layla. 

“Girl, what are you talking about?”

“Layla.” You slowly rise to your feet, “How is that in a multiverse full of spider people there's a universe that exists without one? Out of all canon events isn’t that the most fundamental thing that connects us all?” It was like the hamster operating the dormant wheels of your brain had finally decided to pick up his running shoes again. Your mind began to race a mile a minute. Had you all been selfish this whole time? If a universe could survive without a spider, was there a chance it could survive if you got to keep your niece? Could Miles actually save his father? 

Layla's eyes peered cautiously from above her heart shaped glasses. “To be honest, I don’t know, girl. We haven’t studied Earth-42 since the initial anomaly-” 

“-Miles.”

“Since Miles, caused the initial anomaly. Each world is its own unique derivative from the spider canon, it would take years to study their distinctive relationships in depth, but my calculations based on the correlations between past incursions and cannon events show an extremely high probability that-’ 

“Based on what sample size? Miguel?”

“Miguel….and Pavitr.” You stood in silence, ashamed at your insensitive outburst. “Honey, I know why this is so important to you and I’m really sorry. I really am, but you can’t disregard what they went through. The worst case scenario is too great for us to be carelessly expanding our test pool.” She put her small holographic hand on your cheek, “I know how important she is to you…If I could let you change your canons I would.”

“I don’t see what's stopping you.” 

She stood silent for a moment. 

“With such an awful prospective ending…we can't take that chance. Do you really want to ask Miguel to take that chance?”

“It’s not him I’m asking.” You maintained eye contact in hope that she would pick on up your sincerity. 

“....Yeah? Let me crunch some numbers then,” Miniature floating screens appear in front of her full of indiscernible writing and equations, “The absolute best case scenario gives a confidence rate of 44.3%. ”

Layla bore into you intently with a single eyebrow raised and her hands placed on her hips. She wore a sort of “I-told-you-so” look on her face. Obviously thinking her math would work to disway you. It did not.  

“We’ve faced worse odds.” You finally insisted after a prolonged silence. 

“The glass is, like, less than half empty.” 

“I’d say it’s about half full.” 

“The odds are not in favor hon’. I’m telling you right now there is literally no way this could work.” 

“Miles was right,” you scoffed. “You guys won’t even let us make our own decisions,” you slumped against the wall behind you crossing your arms, “You won’t even let us try.” You turn her head to avoid her gaze completely. 

A “Hmph” was all she gave in response. You both stood there for what felt like ages. She held her hands in her pockets and studied you with an inquisitive look on her face. The room was mostly silent except for the hum of the holographic prison and Layla’s absent minded clicking of her tongue. After a long pause let her head fall dramatically with a loud sigh, “Fine then, alright.” You swear the shield around you falls begrudgingly in accordance to her reluctant attitude.

“What?”

“-I’ve restored access to your watch,” she begins tinkering with the buttons and settings on her tiny monitors, “I can restrict tracking to your exact location for about 60 seconds before the system corrects itself, then afterwards Miguel will be able to see you in the database if he were to check. As long as the watch itself doesn’t get damaged it shouldn’t flag your location on his end.”

“...Layla,” you slowly typed the coordinates for Earth-1610 on your watch, returning her halfhearted stare with your wary look. Soon enough, a portal appears behind you. 

You took a moment to stare back and forth between the newly appeared doorway and Layla. You had always enjoyed talking to Layla and you valued her as a friend. But you weren’t sure if she was ever truly capable of reciprocating those feelings or just “approximating” as her name suggested. Had you really convinced her? Nonetheless, you couldn’t fight the smile tugging at your lips. Under the apathetic exterior, Layla really was as human as it gets

“You’re not messing with me right now, are you?”

She sighed, “Wish I was…. But no.” 

“What if Miguel finds out?”

“If Miguel finds out.” The tiny lady put on a mischievous smile and resumed the smug personality you had grown to love, “Plus, if he asks I’m sure you’ll figure something out.”

You begin to step through the portal before turning around. “Thank you… for letting me go.” 

She readjusted her rose colored glasses with two fingers before once again returning her attention to her manicure, “It’s not that I'm letting you go hon’. I’m just letting you try.”

[specialinterestshows]

Back to my regularly scheduled writing and posting of Rhea Ripley x lady!reader fic. Also working on a request!

Warnings for this section: Cannabis (weed), kink (dirty talk, BDSM dynamic)

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Absolute Smokeshow (Part 21 of ?): Food For Thought

“I was thinking of making pizza for dinner,” you say as you walk into your apartment. Rhea had driven the two of you back from the gas station for safety’s sake.

“Making it? From scratch?” she asked, watching you walk over to the kitchen.

“Not exactly,” you take a plastic-wrapped mass out of the fridge, “I got the dough pre-made, it just needs stretching and toppings.”

“Sounds like you have a lot in common,” Rhea joked, smirking as you stick your tongue out at her.

“We can each make one, if you want,” you suggest, washing your hands.

“Sure,” she agrees, waiting next to you at the sink until you’re done so she can do the same. You divide the dough and handed over a section once her hands are clean. While you were patiently letting gravity increase the surface area of your dough, Rhea immediately started spinning hers as she tossed it in the air and caught it over and over.

“Careful not to drop it,” you warn, “The whole five-second rule thing is a myth.”

“You don’t have to tell me to be careful with anything physical,” she said haughtily, taking a moment to pose, “I’m an athlete.”

“You’re a wrestler,” you specify, “one of the few sports that doesn’t require hand-eye coordination for a small object.”

“Clearly you’ve never seen me take on Liv Morgan,” Rhea quipped back.

Once both of your pizzas are made and in the oven, you set a timer and head to the couch.

“Where did the time go?” Rhea sighed to herself, looking at the clock as you packed a bowl. Her visit ended tomorrow and neither one of you was sure when you would be able to see each other in person afterwards.

“When do I need to get you to the airport again?” you ask, trying to stuff down the feeling of melancholy and lifting the bong onto your lap.

“I have an alarm set,” she waved it off, “don’t need to think about that until tomorrow.”

“Lucky for you, I have something to help with the whole “not thinking” thing,” you say, pointing the lip of the bong in her direction.

“Light me,” Rhea orders, smiling at the face you make in response to the command - one she’s become familiar with as a sign that you’re turned on, despite any other indication. Keeping her hands at her sides, she places her lips on the bong as you hold it, lighting the bowl once she starts to inhale. Her eyes don’t leave you until she gives a pointed glance at the bowl and you pull it out, watching her take in the remaining smoke.

Setting the piece aside, you turn back to Rhea and her mouth is on yours without hesitation, one hand on your thigh. Once you’ve inhaled all the smoke she’s given you, she gropes your chest with her other hand, making you moan.

“Such a good girl,” Rhea teases, watching as you fill the space between you with smoke, obviously only one thing on your mind.

Shifting in your seat, you look at the timer for the food, knowing there wasn’t nearly enough time between now and then for either of you to get off.

“Don’t worry, love,” she says, a knowing look on her face as she pulls away, “We’ll have plenty of time for that tonight and tomorrow morning.”

Taking a hit of your own, you try to ignore the slideshow that’s playing in the back of your mind of every dirty thing she’s said to you, every touch, every hungry and slightly mischievous look at the noises you made.

Soon, the two of you are enjoying your food, music playing in the background, as you talk between bites.

“Now I’m just re-examining every relationship I’ve ever had with every pretty girl I’ve ever met,” Rhea admitted. The trip to the resource center had obviously unlocked something and she was much more open than she had been.

“Yeah?” you ask, smiling, “Who do you think you had a crush on?”

“Honestly?” she seemed lost in thought as she took a bite, chewing before finally answering, “… Quite a few girls, and women. Fuck, how was I so clueless?”

“Were you?” you remember thinking something similar when you first came out, “Sometimes it’s easier to assume this is how everyone feels and shrug it off that way. Other times, denial is just a survival technique.”

The two of you keep eating as she considers this.

“Better late than never, I guess,” Rhea finally says, shrugging, “Good thing it wasn’t too late to meet you” - and then, demeanor shifting slightly, groaning - “I’m gonna have to thank Dom for making me go to that fucking bar.”

You hadn’t considered this. Did you really have him to thank? You’d already thanked your friends for dragging you to the bar, but Rhea had been angry with Dominik that night and he hadn’t exactly been kind to you the day after. Doing your best to hide your conflicting emotions, you stuff your face with pizza and try to think about something else.

[end part twenty-one of ?]

Part 22: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/725395735079731200/absolute-smokeshow-part-22-of-lesson-in

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[iuteamstarcandy]

[INTERVIEW] W Korea (January 2013)

The album “Again, On the Road” is Choi Baek-ho's first trip in 12 years. The melody added by young musicians such as guitarist Park Joo-won, jazz vocalist MALO and harmonica player Jeon Je-deok is also wonderful, but the most impressive thing is the power of vocals like sighs and whispers. At one point, Choi Baek-ho sings like a young man in his 60s with a light trembling voice that has fresh and stubborn energy that does not seem to wane no matter how much time passes. On the other hand, IU is a 20-year-old who conveys deep emotions with a young face. When she played her guitar on stage and sang “About Romance”, the familiar song took on a new look. The two of them who see each other as a junior he has been keeping an eye on and a senior whom she respects, sat side by side. The two musicians who have an age gap of more than 40 years also had things in common. Choi Baek-ho and IU confessed that music is not everything to them.

The two of you have met before, right? I heard that IU got an autograph for her father, who is a fan of Choi Baek-ho, in the waiting room of a broadcasting station.

IU: When my father and I went for karaoke together, I sang ‘About Romance’ especially often. He likes ‘My Heart Has Lost Its Way’ too. Unlike my peers, I have listened to sunbaenim’s music a lot from a young age.

You sang ‘About Romance’ at your concert last summer, right? It's probably not an easy feat for a 20-year-old female musician.

IU: I don't think I've tried to think about the lyrics (Note: what the lyrics mean) until then. I read them carefully while preparing for my concert, but I couldn't understand anything. The feelings in the song… So it was very tough. Honestly, I still don't understand everything.

CBH: Of course.

IU: Yes. It's really tough... When I was young, I just listened to it thinking that it was good.

Choi Baek-ho mentioned IU several times as a junior musician that he has been keeping an eye on. What do you think makes her special?

CBH: Actually, I don't really know IU's songs. I just listen to some of her music when I’m free. But I was surprised to hear her sing Lee Moon-sae's ‘First Love’ while playing the guitar. It’s the same for ‘About Romance’ too, but people in their 30s and 40s can relate better to the lyrics, but she managed to pull it off cleverly. It's nice to have such a young… no, rather than young, a little singer who is good. Songs these days are too commercialized and seem to be biased (Note: swayed by company interests). We need more people who are enthusiastic about music. Besides, I also like that she is a singer-songwriter.

For the first time in your new album, “Again, On the Road”, you received and sang songs by junior musicians. I think there must have been a reason why you tried doing this.

CBH: The songs I make have become so commonplace. I always wanted to break away from them and I got an opportunity to do that, so I grabbed hold of it.

You consider the lyrics so important that you write the lyrics first and add the melody to them. What is your favorite part of the lyrics written by your junior?

CBH: I love the second verse of ‘On the Road’. ‘My laughter flies into the blue sky / My youth, redder than flower petals, passes by.’ I still feel emotional when I sing this part.

IU is also preparing for her album. What's your biggest music-related concern these days?

IU: I’m ambitious to include many of my self-composed songs. But as I write my songs, I start to realise that I'm not good enough. The separate parts may sound okay, but if I put them together and listen to it as a whole, I’ll be like, ‘This sounds weird…?’ I think I still have a long way to go, but I don't want to give up composing songs. So I encounter problems when coordinating with my company. The concept of an album is important too, right? It's hard to stick to only what I think.

CBH: It's like that when you write a song. I thought it was amazing when I wrote it at night, but it's terrible when I listen to it in the morning.

IU: Haha, that's right. Everything sounds great at night.

CBH: It’s right for you to think that way. It’s problematic if you get narcissistic in the morning over what you wrote the night before.

What were you troubled about when you were IU’s age at 20 years old?

CBH: It was so hard for me around that time. My mother passed away when I was 20. So I just went to the army. But I realized when I got older that those hard and difficult times were very precious times in my life. Musicians need to go through some hard times. Yet you’re not able to go around looking for such things on purpose.

May I ask why you say so?

CBH: Our human experiences all get expressed in music. I don't think you can write lyrics or melodies that strike a chord in people's hearts without going through a hard time yourself.

You are more like a musician I like as a fan rather than a senior that juniors formally respect. I think your voice is powerful and special.

CBH: I don't do anything special to maintain my vocal chords, but I think my voice tone is well-preserved. Actually, I feel my voice is better now than when I was young. I don't know if it's just self-hypnosis. But sometimes I’m tired of listening to my own voice. As I don't want to listen to the songs I sang, I may even stop listening to my own albums for a few months.

What’s the reason?

CBH: I don't know. There are times like that occasionally.

In a previous interview, you said that music is not everything to you in life. What you said left an impression on me.

IU: Wow.

CBH: I don't know if it's just the case for me. I don't want to be tied to just one thing. I actually thought about quitting being a singer too. If someone comes and tells me to stop singing, I might even go ‘Okay!’ and quit. (Wouldn't it still be an important part of your life?) It's a really important part, of course. It's like family to me. My wife, daughter and music are all living together with me.

IU: I was surprised just now, because I said something similar before too. Music isn't everything to me. But I thought I'd get in trouble if I said this out loud. I thought a lot about whether people would think I’m being arrogant or crazy. But no matter how hard I thought about it, music isn't everything to me. There are many other things that are important to me. That's why my fans say they're upset. Since I’m the kind to say that if I don't like music anymore at some point, I might do something else.

Choi Baekho compared music to family. What about you, IU?

IU: It's a kind of escape from reality to me. Watching a movie or reading a book is an experience that lets you immerse yourself in the story for a brief period of time. You can run away from reality for a while when you make music, listen to it, or sing it. But on the other hand, I’m someone who’s too practical to live in pursuit of only music or my ideals. I think that's why I think it can't be everything to me. When I was a rookie, my company CEO asked me, ‘Are you tired?’ I said, ‘It's fun though.’ He told me that professionals shouldn't find it fun and that they should always be suffering instead. So I answered like this. ‘Oh, then I'll just be an amateur.’ Honestly, I still feel the same way. If suffering is being a professional, I just want to remain just as an amateur.

CBH: This is what I think. Even if you're singing a sad song, you have to enjoy yourself while singing it. I mean, even though I say I can leave music at any time, eventually, I won’t be able to cast it aside even when I grow old. I think it’s the same for IU.

Choi Baek-ho is someone who wants to do many things and actually does many things too. I heard you drew illustrations and held an exhibition and wrote a movie scenario too. There are stories about unknown singers and I heard you completed writing an SF (science fiction) film too.

CBH: Haha, SF is really awesome.

I was so curious about that. What kind of story would Choi Baekho write?

CBH: It's about the Earth becoming uninhabitable and everyone leaves for a new star. Unbelievable right?

IU: Hahaha.

CBH: My daughter does movies. So I showed it to her once, but she said it can’t be done because it would cost a lot of money.

I’ll ask IU a question then. What would you choose to do if you had to do something else because music suddenly became boring to you?

IU: I want to cook. I have a lot of downtime these days, but I don't have any hobbies. I was hungry and there was no one at home, so I found a recipe by myself and cooked a meal. I was so amazed by the taste. Well, it tasted like food? After that, I made bulgogi, stew, and spaghetti... It's so fun. I think it's my first time finding something to spend time doing other than music.

In a way, music has become an enjoyable kind of ‘work’ for you. You might need other things that are enjoyable besides music.

CBH: But it’s because you already have music, so other things are enjoyable. Nothing would have been enjoyable without music.

[truncated question about CBH’s album]

What if you were to do a remake of one of your released songs when you turn 60?

IU: For a start, I don't think it can be ‘Good Day’, haha. I don’t think ‘You and I’ would work either. I want to sing my own (Note: self-composed) songs. I would like to sing ‘Peach’ and ‘A Lost Puppy’ with a more professional arrangement. I would be able to make up for my shortcomings then, right?

CBH: Yeah, I've heard of ‘Peach’.

IU: Really? Thank you.

If I dare to make a guess, for most people, when they are in their 60s, they are more interested in maintaining their position than taking on a new challenge. I think it's an exceptional case that you are maintaining such energy at the age of sixty-two.

CBH: I still don't know how much I have in me. I don’t even get the feeling like, ‘Let's rest since we’ve come this far.’ I still have new thoughts everyday and no lingering feelings about what has gone by. I really like that. I want to make movies. I want to work hard to draw and I'm positive, hopeful and I like challenges. That's why people close to me have a hard time. (laughs). Bae Chulsoo (Note: Former singer) is always telling me this. Hey, stop earning money now. But that's why I'm enjoying myself. I think I'm still very curious.

You have a concert in January, right?

CBH: It's a performance that focuses on the songs in my new album. I learned a lot while preparing for this album with my juniors. They are more like great music teachers than my juniors. It will be an opportunity to show everyone my results from studying.

Is there anything you're curious about, regarding Choi Baekho?

IU: Oh, I really want to ask you a question.

CBH: What is ‘balloon flower whisky’? (Note: ‘Balloon flower whisky’ is in the lyrics of ‘About Romance’ which IU covered at her concert.)

IU: Haha, no. I know what balloon flower whisky is now. Why is a broken heart so sweet? In the lyrics of ‘About Romance’, I really couldn't understand the part ‘Now, at this age / there's no need for sweetness’. I think I asked all the adults around me while practicing. I wonder if my broken heart becomes sweeter as I get older.

CBH: A young man's broken heart is bitter of course, but he can't turn back time, when he gets older.

IU: Oh...

CBH: When we get old, we don't experience broken hearts. So even the painful memories of our youth feel sweet.

I think Choi Baek-ho also has something to say to his junior, IU. What should she bear in mind in order to age well as a musician?

CBH: I don't want talented people to be swayed by anything other than music. You'll experience many things in your life and sometimes you'll face great difficulties, but you shouldn't miss what’s really important because of that. As a good musician, I hope you can protect your current music.

Translated by IUteamstarcandy

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[joethehoeee]

I finally drew another Oc of mine,

His name is Hitori (name meaning: one person/alone)

Ofc you also can use him in fanfics and fanarts as long as you give credits in the notes. :D

with a bandage on his eyes:

(I know with this hoodie he looks like Jack frost but I swear it wasn’t even intentional-)

And I probably made some of the shadows wrong but this is honestly the first time that I actually tried it-

with his eyes showen:

And I will also show you without shadows and background:

Infos about him:

• He is, as you may noticed, blind. He wasn’t born blind but he eventually lost his eyesight when he was a very young whelp because of a fight against a much older troll. He always had some problems with his eyes and through slavery and the fight he lost it permanently. (He was forced into the fight. His former master ordered it for fun)

• He ofc also wears piercings (bc everyone does in my world). Kodin asked Strickler to make them and he ofc helped. Hitori enjoys the thought of wearing them even tho he can’t actually see how it looks like. And ofc all the memories of making them stay.

• The chain around his neck can't be broken or get of because a magic spell. It was made after Bular wanted to hold him as a slave. A part of it broke of eventually after many tries but the rest is still on his neck. It may will fall of if his master is dead or if you use veeeeeery strong magic.

• He isn’t a changeling. He actually still is a pure troll but he isn’t treated as one. He was captured and used as a slave after his parents died and he was 'bought' by the Janus order. Bular lets him live as long as he serves a purpose... no matter what.

• He currently is only 15 in human years and about 168 in troll years, in season one. (I still don’t know if it makes sense and I still don’t care). He was 5 in human years when they made him a slave and about 9 when the Janus order bought him and then he finally got free when he was 14. And in Rott he is 17.

• He got his eye bandage after loosing his eyesight and he let's it on until Bular died. He then takes it of after most parts of his chain finally broke with Bulars death because that's when he finally is free. He finally dosen't has to hide anymore. (I believe that troll slaves get magic chains that break until their Master dies but his never got of because he technically wasn’t bought but "just" used by Bular.)

• He almost always walks on 4 legs because it's easier yfor him to coordinate himself. He's got a sort of sixth sense over the years and can find around easily, mostly at places he knows, through hearing/smelling and ofc through his feet and hands. He basically learned to feel if someone is walking through the vibration on the ground. He also walks on 2 legs when he is comfortable around someone or when feels save somewhere.

• He still runs into things since he still is a child and can't work through everything but it got better over the time. His tail and ears ofc show his emotionens. His tail also helps him to stabilize himself by holding onto something/someone.

If he was in the canon show:

(It won’t be as long as Kodin, my other oc)

Strickler and Nomura heard of the child that Bular used as a slave and at first they didn’t do much since that is pretty normal but after Kodin gave them a guilty conscience they both decided to hide Hitori in the Janus Order because Bular never actually goes in there. That was about one year before the canon show starts.

Season 1 he mostly hides until Bular dies. Strickler and Kodin sometimes visit him and bring him audiobooks so that he, at least, has something. Nomura acts like she didn’t care but she bought him a wolf plush because he loves them so much. (He saw one with 4 years, ofc in human years, before he lost his eyesight completely). And after Bulars dead he actually also goes out of the Janus Order sometimes. As for the Angor rot part, he simply sometimes goes to Strickler and runs against his table, couch and everything else in the process. He and Kodin eventually get like brothers and Strickler ofc gets another child to take care of...like Team trollhunters and Kodin aren’t enough-

(Come on Strickler technically did adopt children with Barbara in season 3, so I actually can make him adopt two kids earlier. LET ME THINK THAT HE WOULD DO IT-)

Season 2 he exists with Kodin and they reunite with Nomura and Strickler together.

Season 3 he also exists in the background and does nothing besides desperately trying to help with something until the human parents find out about everything. I believe that Kodin and Hitori are at Strickler's home while he is with the parents. Barbara finds out about them a few days before the battle and Hitori lives in the lake residence until he goes in the hospital with Barbara in the battle of Morgana. He almost dies because he accidently walks blindly out of the door but Barbara got him inside again. (Okay i know this wasn’t funny)

After that he lives with Strickler, Barbara and Kodin. He is in the background in 3 below and Wizards and sometimes Kodin takes him to easy missions and Barbara is not happy about it. She tells them to stop and they chill at home until Rott. Hitori stays in the castle while they fought the titans and finally stays with Barb and Kodin until the timeline gets reset.

(I know that Strickler is in much of these Ocs storys but come on he is the head of the Janus Order, if he wouldn't notice then he just would be stupid. And I think it could fit his character)

(my other oc kodin, post 1, post 2)

[indraste-darktalon]

The Wedding (Indy)

Word count: 850 Summary: Indy and Blix get hitched, pre-timeskip! I had her vows written and I was on a plane today and figured I’d write out a little thing so I could show them off to Blix’s player. So here’s a little glimpse into the wedding for everyone. :D Mentions: @blixvoronin @celesterunewhisper @ranekvilmas @mekandawn @xarianazphel (I'm not gonna double ping for those of you who have multiple characters.)

It was strange, having every different little section of her recent life finally gathered into one place. First, the location: a river delta in Nagrand, beneath a large tree, which used to be her favorite place to fish. Second, her friends: Celeste, who had coordinated everything for her and Blix; Ranek, who had agreed to be her best man; and Caythaes, who had written an entire ceremony to marry them by. Twist, too: he had actually arrived early to help her get ready. And then Xarian, whom she’d met in a tavern brawl while Blix was missing, had even agreed to come even though there would be no fighting. Last but not least, her family: her brother had agreed to spend time around their parents to be there for her. And her mother and father had agreed to give him a wide berth.

That was as good as it was going to get for the Darktalons, at least for now.

Her old home. Her closest friends. Her newly rediscovered family. And then, most importantly: her wife, who was also surrounded by her own family and friends. It was the most positive gathering of people she’d been in in decades.

Blix looked stunning. (Indy honestly thought that she looked stunning in almost every situation, but today there was a brightness around her that had been less common since she came back.)

Indy, for her part, had tried: her hair was in a looser, much less severe braid down her back, leaving hair to frame her face. Twist had helped her weave pale yellow flowers into the braid, which was a step up from her usual mess of feathers. She was in a sleeveless dress that she had been working on for months; a soft green, made of leaf-shaped panels of varying sizes layered atop one another to form the bodice and the skirt. She was still barefoot, but she had lip stain on; red, to match her tattoos.

Today wasn't a day for stress. She could get through it without talons and feathers ruining her look.

There was a twinge of stress, though, when the ceremony began and Cay had her and Blix stand in front of them beneath the tree. She felt all the guests' eyes on her, and had to remind herself that every single person there was there to support them. So she held Blix's hands, and smiled down at her, and waited for the time to say her vows. She was going first, and she desperately hoped what she had to say wouldn't turn out to be too long.

Cay indicated it was her turn to speak. Indy took a deep breath, met Blix’s eyes, and squeezed her hands.

"I'm going to start this on a sad note, which is probably not surprising to anyone who knows me." There was the faint sound of scattered laughter, but that was fine; she'd meant it to be a bit self-deprecating. "But you'll soon understand that this time, it's good to start sad."

Blix raised an eyebrow, and Indy continued: "Two decades ago, I lost my hope. Two years ago, I lost my faith. After Outland and Teldrassil, society became unbearable for me. My instinct was to fade away into the wilderness and not give the world a second chance."

No laughter, this time; the only sound when she paused for another breath was the wind in the grass and the branches of the tree above them. Blix was staring up her, expression earnest.

"But then I met you by chance, and within minutes you'd turned one of my most stressful days since coming back into something light-hearted and fun. And then… you just kept doing that."

Indy smiled and reached out to cup Blix's cheek in her hand. "Blix Voronin, you make me want to greet the day again. You make me want to improve my health, and rebuild my connections to other people. And every moment I'm with you, I find something else about you that's worth loving. You've given me a reason to come back to real life, and work through those days that are struggles. You've been endlessly patient with my quirks: my sometimes-talons, the feathers always on the floor of our home… and with my kids, who hopefully haven't flown off with the rings by now."

More laughter, and she and Blix both looked over at Ranek and Kenorian, who had both been tasked with being a perch for Asha and Tilly until it was time for them to fly the rings over. Each of the men had one of the darters on a shoulder.

No crisis so far.

Indy turned her attention back to Blix, and they met eyes again. "By the Night, Blix, I swear to you that I'm going to do everything I can to be just as wonderful to you as you are to me. Nothing makes me happier than seeing you well. I'm your healer, and I'll be at your side every time I'm needed."

She squeezed Blix's hands again, and said the last part of her speech: "I love you, Moonfire. And today, I'm standing here to link myself to you, and tell everyone present that I will always cherish our bond."

Indy's shoulders relaxed, and she exhaled deeply. She'd made it through without stumbling over or forgetting words. The hard part was over; now, all she had to do was listen to what Blix had written, put a ring on her hand, give her a kiss… and then go dance, drink, and party with people who loved them.

Things were good, and while she knew it wasn’t going to be easy… she had faith that they were going to stay that way.

((Indy's wedding dress ref:))

[lexiwritesstuff]

DO NOT REPOST MY WORKS ANYWHERE, reblogs are ok, report stolen work and notify me if someone has stolen/reposted my works please. anything on this acc has been written by me from 2020-2023, i do not own any characters other than my own oc's.

"Exile." part 2

Tommy woke up in…. His house?! How did he get here? Millions of thoughts were running through the teen’s mind. They were put to a stop when he heard a voice, a familiar one.

“Oh! You’re awake, morning Tommy!” The voice of Tommy’s best friend rang out. He was overcome with instant calm. He’s with Tubbo, it’s all good.

Wait, Tubbo?!

“Tubbo?! H-how did I get here? I thought no one knew where I was?” Tommy ranted, confusion audible in his tone. He was worried. When will Dream figure out that he left…. Did he leave? He didn’t know he was leaving exile, so is it really his fault? He’ll get back to that thought later.

Tommy took a moment to look around to his surroundings, seeing his home just how he left it. home, the home that Ranboo planted alliums in the garden of, the home that Tubbo lost one of his bees in and was panicked all day, the home that he had grown so much in.

“Calm down Tommy, you’re alright. I knew because Dream accidentally sent me the coordinates to where you were a while ago while he was there, I took note. I don’t know how I knew you were in danger though, to be quite honest.” Tubbo said, placing his scarred hand on Tommy’s shoulder for comfort.

The blond’s hands were clammy and shook like there was an earthquake set upon his bones. His breathing unsteady. This wasn’t a normal freak out, this was certainly a panic attack. Tubbo took to action in the only sure-fire way to calm Tommy down, hugging him.

“Tom, Tom, you’re alright. I’m not going anywhere, nothing’s gonna hurt you…” The brunette trailed off, feeling his friend’s breathing go back to normal slowly.

The soothing hums of the short boy calmed the taller until all that was left of his panic was small sniffles and a wet, reddened face.

“T-Tubbo, I’m sorry for th-” The Blond is cut off by his friend, not letting him finish his sentence.

“No, no, you don’t have anything to be sorry for, you were scared. That’s a perfectly normal response for this situation.” The physically scarred man says to his friend, who he was cradling like a mother would to their child after they had a nightmare. “Now come on, let’s get some food in you. Ranboo’s coming over later to see you!” He says, getting up and walking towards the small fridge Tommy had inside of his “home” that honestly was more of a cave, but made out of dirt instead of stone.

“Why is Ranboo coming over? It’s not like we’re friends or anything.” Tommy says, with that same attitude he’s had with Ranboo ever since they met. His blue eyes shone until the topic of Ranboo showed up. He looked at the group, eyes dulling like diamond turning to coal.

“Tom, he was worried! He didn’t know where you were, or if you’d even come back… I know you don’t like him that much, but please, can you just say hi at least. For me, please?” Tubbo inquired, his tone slowly declining in volume and pitch.

“Ok, fine. But only because you asked nicely.” Tommy says, his tone and body language reflect that he’s still not happy with this decision, but his words say otherwise. “Can we get food now? I’m starving!” Tommy asks, pouting for dramatic effect.

“Of course,” The shorter says.

The two boys walk over to the small fridge, grabbing whatever they could find that hadn’t gone bad, as it had been months since Tommy has been in his beloved home. While Tubbo had done a little bit of “shopping” before Tommy came back, he didn't get a lot of things.

[vivaciouscynner]

Honestly, the freaking out never stopped. I know I'm a wee bit too late to respond, but here's what I remember.

People were certain BFS were gonna go to Half-Moon and see magicats and potentially Catra's parents or something.

You had a a huge portion of fans saying, "Poppin' bottles when glimmadora hit tonight!" and the larger portion of fans - who watched the show - knew catradora was going to be canon. 😏 There were a large handful of fans confident they were gonna be queerbaited or worse, voltroned, and then a small portion of people who were absolutely insane and said ad*rab*w was going to happen. Yes, censored because it's too insane for me to type.

Some people had hope for Angella to come back so Glimmer could have both her parents - it was with the idea that Angella was indeed immortal (something that Glimmer said in S1) and being trapped BETWEEN universes meant that there could be another opening that Entrapta could figure out or Adora would have the magic of She-Ra to open.

Some thought Catra and Adora would be having a fully coordinated fight against Horde Prime (my theory) where Bow and Glimmer were ready to step in because no more She-Ra and help but were like, "oh, i guess they got this... like really well" because of how in sync they were. And at the same time, Adora and Catra would be arguing at each other the whole time. Like Catra kicks Prime's knees in, "You just saving Sparkles! Clone on your left"; "I DIDN'T KNOW YOU WERE ON THE SHIP!" throws clone at Prime as he staggers to get up. "Clone getting backup on the comms!" Runs towards another clone. Catra spin kicks clone going for the controls, "Where did you even think I was? traipsing around Etheria!?" Proceeds to destroy comm controls. Adora gets backed into Catra, shoulder to shoulder, "Yes! And does that mean you're on our side now!" Double coordinated attack with Catra against two clones. They'd huff a moment to take a breath, look into each other's eyes. Catra hesitant to say anything. "I don't need your help and you wouldn't want mine." yadda yadda it'd grow from that.

After the script leak, people thought Catra was going to meet Adora on Prime's ship or something either to do more havoc or rescuing or something. I mostly forgot about the leak theories.

There were definitely a lot of wrong theories thrown around. Especially when ND did the emoji spoiler tweet.

people lost it with the flan

The experience was really brilliant. I am glad I was part of it.

god you ever get unreasonably angry that you didn't join a fandom while the media was still coming out. like I just watched the she ra s5 trailer and god you have no idea how much I wish I was around for everyone freaking out over "Hello, Adora."

if any of you were around for that trailer coming out I am BEGGING you what were the theories, how were people reacting, give me the LORE.

[scorpioracha]

Dating Hyunjin

He’s here! Sorry it took me so long to get to him but I hope you all enjoy! Also tagging @bluesoobinnie and @angellixie because they asked for Hyunjin next. Please reblog/leave comments or cute little tags because it means a lot and helps me keep writing :)

Hyunjin 현진

-Romantic. Dating Hyunjin is the embodiment of old school romance. The first date,the second date, the wining and dining. Shy hand holding and kisses goodnight in front of your place with quiet whispers of how he would like to see you again. Hyunjin is cautious in love, he’s not the type to open up as quickly as our other members, he’s much more reserved. He needs to take things slow, to feel them out before diving into the unknown.

-In the beginning he came off as very serious which won you over. Always punctual to your dates,held the door open for you to his car,paid the bill on any outings, etc. A good way to describe him would be bashful. Shy smiles, hiding his laugh behind his hands and never really doing the talking unless he was prompted.

-But as he came more and more out of his shell, you began to see a new side of him. Sit down dinners were exchanged for trips to amusement parks. Laughing until his eyes went starry instead of polite chuckles.

-He was the gentleman you had met on your first few dates, but he was also the bright eyed twenty something year old who had made you play chase with him on the beach in Busan.

-He had a duality that was both endearing and mind boggling at first. It felt like you were getting two people for the price of one. But he was honestly a lot more complex then he let on. He was loud but quiet, brash but soft, inquisitive but naive. He was a paradox that you found yourself wanting to get lost in.

-He confessed his feelings for you after a date gone wrong leaving you two drenched in the middle of Namsan garden. The weather had said clear skies but he should have known better than to trust it during monsoon season. While he was internally freaking out over how he could make this up to you, you had gently shifted his chin to see how beautiful the flowers looked. He clasped his hand over your and leaned in until your foreheads met. In that moment all he could see was you.

“Y/n, will you be my girlfriend?”

You simply laughed and brought your other hand up to rest on his cheek.

“I thought you would never ask”

-The date following that was spent in his apartment with runny noses and lovesick hearts.

-I love you’s were hard for Hyunjin. He wasn’t outwardly affectionate to begin with but he knew the weight behind those three words and wouldn’t use them until he was absolutely sure.

-even before he was ready to say those words, he showed his adoration for you in different ways.

-Hyunjin is one of our quality time boys but he’s the first gift giver of the series. There’s nothing he loves more than buying you the things you’ve had your eye on for a while. He’s a fan of luxurious items himself so the longer you guys have been dating the more than subconsciously extends to you. A 50$ hair mask? Sure why not. High end skincare products? Of course, nothing is too expensive for his baby.

-Hyunjin is one of the Jagiya and Yeobo types of guys. He’s a fan of the classics and nothing hits more than this man in a moment of overwhelming adoration stroking your cheek and saying “Hi Jagi” with his eyes all cute and crescent shaped.

-Likes to read to you while you’re all cozied up on the couch together. Definitely an ambiance guy, likes the lights dim with candles going kinda vibe.

-Loves loves loves couple outfits! Matching sweatshirts and blue jeans, coordinating colors—nah he eats that shit up. It’s the little things like this that make him happy, especially when he’s away on tour. Something about seeing you wear something he carefully picked out for you makes him feel so appreciated and a little feral. Hyunjin‘s a fashionista so at least you’re in good hands.

NSFW

-once you’ve broken the dam of his carefully constructed façade, you obliterated it. He’s not the best at telling you how he feels but goddamn will he show you. Even the simplest of things like bringing him a lunch to the studio can have you pinned against the nearest wall with a hand creeping down your pants.

-Something about domesticity really gets him. The thought of you taking care of him, being there when he gets home makes him a little feral.

-If he’s spontaneous in one thing it is sex. Be prepared to be jumped(with your consent of course) at any god given time once this man gets fully comfortable around you. You get two hints—darkened eyes and staring—before you are being pinned to the nearest surface. He honestly loves kinda fast and gets a thrill at the way your pulse quickens when he catches you by surprise.

-Loves. To. Give. HEAD.

-there I said it. If there’s anything Hyunjin enjoys more than being inside of you is being buried between your legs. He’ll kneel in front of you for hours teasing you and edging closer and closer to orgasm until he snatches it away from you.

-And don’t think he doesn’t notice the way you look at his hands. He goes out of his way to be a tease, trailing his fingers up and down your sides, slowly pumping them inside of you while the other hand is gripping your jaw telling you to “keep your eyes on me Jagi…that’s my girl”

-Hyunjin does not skimp on the praises, he lays it on thick in a way that would seem insincere if it was coming from anyone else.

“That’s it pretty girl”

To

“I know you have one more for me…good girl, that’s my good pretty girl”

-the type to hold your hand and leave kisses all over your chest when you cum because it’s just too much🥺

-giggles softly and coos as squeeze around him, rubbing one of his hands over your tummy

-always ends up cuddled in the crook of your neck whispering the softest praises while you stroke his back until he falls asleep

“Did so well for me Jagi…made me feel so good..”

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

Mom my kids are finally registered for school and start Monday, they're doctors gave me huge issues about getting their freaking shot records of all things which I need for them to be enrolled, but now I can stop thinking about how the Haikyuu dad's would react to dropping their kids off at school on the first day. It's infecting my brain lmfao.

Oh my god this idea is so freaking adorable 🥺🥺🥺 please we need all the dads!!!

Featuring Bokuto, Atsumu and Oikawa

No warnings, all fluff 🥰

Let me know if you want me to do more characters! Honestly these are so cute!

Bokuto

Cries, balls, literally enters emo mode for the entire rest of the week

His little princess is starting school and he's not ready 😫

You've done everything you possibly can to prepare your daughter and she's ready

But your husband on the other hand 😬

"Kotarou you can't just stand by the door waiting for her to come out of school. Thats super creepy and also, she's fine!" You say, trying to console your deflated husband

"YN she's so little! What if someone picks on her? What if she gets lost? Oh my god should be have bought her a cell phone???" Bokuto exclaims, fully freaking out.

You sigh, hugging your husband from behind and rest your head in his shoulder, "Ko she's 5, I promise she will be ok! I have a great idea, how about we head home and we can pick her up together before you head to afternoon practice! Then you can see how awesome her first day was!"

Bokuto just nods in agreement, knowing you are right but still saddened that his first born is growing up right before his eyes.

Atsumu

The silent worrier

Seriously he acts composed but he's not

Will watch out the window a full hour before your son's bus is due to arrive so he won't miss it

"That's it, I'm calling the school!" Atsumu says, throwing his hands up and walkingnto his phone.

"Sumu stop it! It's still 5 minutes before the bus is suppose to arrive," you say rolling your eyes and taking cookies from the oven

"YN the bus schedule says drop off time between 2:50 and 3:05, it is now 3:01! Don't ya think they are cutting it a bit close?" Atsumu shouts as you stand there, staring at your moronic husband.

"Sumu, it's going to be fine! The first week of school is always hectic. Give the poor bus driver a break and stop being such a stickler."

"I'm not a stickler YN! There is nothing wrong with holding people accountable for the actions," Atsumu explains

In reality, he's barely holding it together. The thought of your son being away from him for so long is breaking his heart.

Oikawa

The most prepared yet dramatic

Has personally purchased the list of school supplies and color coordinated everything

Will start new traditions with your daughter that he will continue into her college years

"Ok sweetie! Wave at the camera for Uncle Iwa, Makki and Mattsun!" Your husband says, waving his fingers in the air and being so freaking adorable.

"Toru, you've take at least 50 pictures not to mention you documented her entire morning routine on your Instagram reels," you say, arms crossed as you watch your husband fuss of your daughter.

"YN this is a big moment for us, please don't ruin it," Toru says as you roll your eyes at him.

"Come on sweetheart, let's get you in the car before your dad realizes that your hair is totally lopsided," you say, leading your daughter to your car and slightly teasing your husband.

"YN why didn't you say anything earlier?" Toru cries as you just laugh.

He just wants everything to be so perfect for his precious baby.

[nahoney22]

Hey love! Wanted to pop in and say I fucking love the shit you post, it gives me life honestly even when everything is rough rn. But I wanted to ask how our beloved batches react and or join in to their SO who is a dancer. But instead it’s a different style for each such as Tango for sweetly techy, ballet for Crosshair, Pop/Hiphop for Hunter, 1950s (correct me if I’m wrong) swinging for wrecker, and jazz for echo. I’d just die from having a SO who is a dancer since I myself can no longer do it to medical stuff, but once again I love you and I hope to see more of your work! MUCH LOVE ❤️

Thanks you for the request and kind words. So sorry this has took forever! It’s been lost in my drafts ☹️♥️ enjoy @nativeomega369

Dancing Shoes

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙

All Bad Batch Boys X GN!Reader

You were a dancer before you met your significant other and you were eager to show them exactly what you can do.

warnings: none, fluffy goodness

A/N - I am in no way shape or form a dancer so please don’t be an arse if I don’t know all the technical terms to some dances. I’m allowing my love of Strictly Come Dancing to give me ideas.

Masterlist

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙

🪩 Echo

Jazz

When he first ever saw you perform he was enamoured and fell hard and fast.

You were a show performer at one of the Jazz themed bars they have on coruscant and one of the main leading dancers.

From the way your expressions shifted with every move, how you could elegantly yet powerfully walk with your shoulders rolled back… it was magnificent for him and he had to ask you out.

Unfortunately due to his accident, his confidence dwindled. Often he would have joined in dancing with you when you were both alone years ago and he actually became rather good at dancing. For now however, he was just fine watching you with a satisfied grin on his face.

“You’re amazing, mesh’la.”

You’re hoping one day he will dance with you again.

🪩 Hunter

Hip Hop

When you first approached Hunter about incorporating dance into his fitness regimes he thought you were joking. However when one day you brought out a radio Tech created and played some lively hip hop music he realised how little you were joking.

“I don’t dance.” He tells you with his arms crossed and you can only grin and shake your head at him at how easy it is for him to dismiss ideas.

“Well it’s a good job I used to. Watch me and just copy.” So he takes a step back and watches you. Admittedly, he thought you were going to make a fool out of yourself. Since you were not very hand-eye coordinated and had walked into too many walls to count, he was expecting a disaster.

How wrong he was.

Your body was locking in places he didn’t know you could lock, he watched in sheer amazement as you managed to (on beat to the music as well) roll up into a one handed handstand. All the while you looked so good doing it. Once the song ended, you turned to him to see his mouth hanging wide open and stuttering over his words.

Eventually he managed to say, “I didn’t know you could move like that.” He gapes at you, watching you brush the sweat off your brow and he could hear how fast your heart had accelerated.

“I’m a little rusty but I feel so pumped! You sure you don’t want to try and dance with me?”

After what he witnessed and very doubtful he could be as good as you, he saw the benefits and joy in it so from then on merged some hiphop dancing with you into his morning workouts.

🪩 Wrecker

Swing

It was such a joy for you when Wrecker said he wanted to try and learn dancing with you. He knew you could dance and had seen you dance with your dance partner back on your home planet so he wanted more than anything to learn with you.

He told you that ‘since you’re coming with us, I don’t want you to stop dancing forever!’

As Wrecker was a gentle giant, with you anyway, it was not really a surprise that he was considerably flat footed and would stomp his feet when he danced. He would grumble how he didn’t know the difference between a rock step and a triple step and would curse at himself when giving you the wrong hand. But you never complained. You were just lucky to have someone dance swing with you.

He was eager to try and do some lifts with you but you had a feeling it was to show off his strength more than anything. You felt safe with him, of course, but you certainly would not attempt these lifts in front of others as it could be dangerous and very embarrassing if he were to drop you.

His favourite dance move was doing a back to back lift/flip with you. There was something fun in him being able to lift you backwards and flip you over his head carelessly because he knew you would be able to make it look good and it wasn’t majorly dangerous.

🪩 Crosshair

Ballet

He’s not a dancer and did not care for it. Until he met you.

Crosshair never knew you could dance until he walked in on you with a pair of headphones on doing the most mystical looking spins and elegant jumps he had ever seen. At the time you weren’t dating so he teased you a little for ‘prancing around’ but he had secretly hoped he would walk in on you dancing again.

When you did start dating you did ask Crosshair if he would ever do Ballet with you and he practically scoffed in your face. Whilst your face dropped he panicked at how rude he was and apologised. “I’m sorry cyare, it’s just not something I would be interested in.”

It did sting a little and thought it was a shame since Crosshair had the perfect lean and tall physique for a ballet dancer. But, you never stopped from doing your love of dance. After all, you had trained on your home planet for years and years. Why stop now?

One evening you’re all staying in a rather luxurious hotel on Naboo thanks to a mission going amazingly well and you were in awe to see that it had a theatre room with a large stage where they would sometimes put on shows.

Now, you’re a mischievous one and snuck out of yours and Cross’ room that night and swiped up your ballet slippers and clothes and headed straight to the stage.

Crosshair had stirred awake once he heard the door close to the room and he waited a few minutes before following after you, curious as to where you were going.

He pauses outside the door to the theatre room once he hears classical music playing from within. He had not seen you dance since he walked in on you that one time months ago so was more than eager not to get caught.

As he watches you once he sneaks in, he’s in awe. If he is to be honest as well, he is quite emotional.

You looked so elegant that you made every move so effortlessly. Although he didn’t want to take part in it he had heard you talk about different positions such as pirouettes and arabesques. He thought they sounded silly but he didn’t realise how difficult they looked either. The sheer strength in your core and feet were second to one and once the music ended and you stopped, he made his presence known by clapping aloud.

You’re startled and almost horrified until you realised it was Crosshair who had been watching you from the back.

“You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.”

🪩 Tech

Tango

“What are you watching, darling? Is that you?” Tech didn’t mean to pry into your personal space but when he sees you watching a dance clip on your holopad and sees you, he’s widely curious.

You smile and nod. “It is. I used to dance back home.”

“I was not aware you were a dancer. A seemingly good one at that.” He compliments, pushing his goggles up the bridge of his nose as he leans over your shoulder to watch.

“Thanks Tech. I miss it.”

He raised a brow at you. “Why do you not continue?”

“Nobody to dance with. The Tango isn’t so great to dance if there’s only one of you.” You sigh, clicking off the video and placing it back on the control panel before standing. “Anyway, I’m too busy looking after you lot.”

Tech watches you leave and in an instant hatches up a plan to make sure you continue to do the thing you love.

When you’re about to head out for a mission, Hunter pulls you aside and tells you that you and Tech need to do repairs to the ship.

“But we did it yesterday? What could have possibly been broken now?” You frown, crossing your arms.

“The uh, hyperdrive is faulty. We’ll be back soon anyway.” He tells you and by his tone you know he’s up to something.

So, you let him go and join Tech up in the cockpit once called for help.

What you weren’t expecting however was to see him suited up and had a hand outstretched to you. You’re almost shocked for words.

“W-what are you doing?” You question with slightly wide eyes.

“I am hoping you will accompany me while dancing the Tango with me. Albeit I’ll need some lessons and advice on how to perform. Research has left me confused as there appears to be more than one type of dance.” He explains and you’re almost overcome with emotion.

Gladly, you take his hand. “You want to dance with me?”

“I don’t see why not? I am interested in your hobbies just as much as you are in mine.” He grins, pulling you close and straightens his posture. After all, he did his research. “So, where do we begin?”

You’re surprised to say the least but pleasantly. Alas, you put him in the correct hold and for some reason being pressed to him sent chills up and down your arms. You never thought this would interest him so you were happy to see him take note of your words and move with you.

With a renowned new power and stride, Tech felt his confidence increase with every step and once you applied music to the lesson, he only realised how sensual the dance was as well.

He couldn’t help but gaze at your face, so strong and powerful looking that it was extremely attractive. You allowed him to caress your body, his breathing getting a little ragged as you both expressed your seeming emotions in synchronised movements.

As the music descends to its finish, your arched your back and elongated your straight leg back as Tech kept a protective hold onto you.

“You’re a good teacher, darling.” He says breathlessly, pulling you back flush to him and you peck him on the lips, grateful.

“And I have a mighty good student.”

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙

Requests are Open. Please read my Masterlist at the bottom to see what I won’t write about to avoid disappointment. Please also tell me if you’d like female, male or gender neutral reader and if you’d like NSFW or SFW. Thanks ♥️

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[imaginesbymonika]

Drivers license | Part 6

Pairing: Harry Styles x reader

Plot: all you wanted was to bring him some soup

Warnings: sad, flashbacks

Masterlist| Previous Chapter

Song to listen to while reading:

Baby, you were the love of my life, woah. Maybe you don’t know what’s lost till you find it.

His voice is soft, so soft that you practically feel it melt in your hands. You swallow thickly, while your hold on the mug tightens. For a moment you worry that the ceramic might break in your hand. The way he sings unlocks something that you prayed would remain where you buried it all those months ago. Your best friend's eyes linger on you and you can sense the anticipation. A part of you wants to brush it off, tell her to turn it off again. You want to scoff and say "Well, that sounds stupid." Maybe Louisa knows it and waits for exactly that kind of reaction. But you don't move a single muscle. Not one.

Take a walk on Sunday through the afternoon, we can always find something for us to do. We don’t really like what’s on the news, but it’s on all the time.

"Isn't it super weird to hear all these different rumors about yourself?", you questioned as you glanced at the television. TMZ reportedly found evidence that confirmed that Harry was dating his stylist, but your best friend just grinned. "Honestly, I don't really care." You were sitting on his hotel bed, eyeing him:" Seriously?" He nodded, before getting up. He walked the two meters and sat down right next to you, his shoulder softly nudged yours:" Well, I mean, I know the truth- you know the truth. To me, that's all that matters."

I take you with me every time I go away, in a hotel, using someone else’s name.

"What's the name you used to book my room?", you asked, holding your phone near your ear. The hotel is huge and even though you are nowhere near the doors you can hear the screaming coming from outside.

You peeked at the woman behind the reception:" Tell me." But you simply heard him giggling, before your phone vibrated. A sigh left your lips and you looked down at your screen. "Izzy Tittynope?!", you angrily whispered back into your phone, but you couldn't suppress the smile that made its way to your lips:" Couldn't you just use a normal name?" 

"Come on, we both know how much you love this little game."

I remember back at Johnny’s place, it’s not the same anymore.

"I think you fell in love with the wrong person."

"Oh my god.", you whispered, and out of the corner of your eye you see how your friend reaches for her phone but you shake your head. Johnny's place, that's where he told you that he didn't love you. Holy shit. This song is indeed about you.

Baby, you were the love of my life, woah. Maybe you don’t know what’s lost till you find it. It’s not what I wanted, to leave you behind. Don’t know where you’ll land when you fly. But baby, you were the love of my life.

Hearing his voice almost makes you throw up. You want to sit down, and just stop breathing. Or maybe simply call him. Do you even still have his current phone number? God, you can't do that after your last interaction. Did he write this song before or after your guys talked at your apartment? Is it already too late? 

It’s unfortunate, ooh. Just coordinates, ooh.

You hold your breath while a million different thoughts run through your head and close your eyes. Maybe the solution to all your problems would magically emerge behind your eyelids. 

I don’t know you half as well as all my friends. I won’t pretend that I’ve been doing everything I can to get to know you’re creases and your ends. Are they all the same?

"Oh my god.", you abruptly say and open up your eyes again. 

"What?", Louise asks and watches how you frantically stand up and hurry to your bedroom. Harry's voice becomes smaller while you run up the stairs. "I need to see Anne.", you just yell back:" I need to fly to England!"

Baby, you were the love of my life, woah. Maybe you don’t know what’s lost till you find it. It’s not what I wanted, to leave you behind. Don’t know where you’ll land when you fly. But baby, you were the love of my life.