#i hope thats something sparks of hope fixes

[helladventurers]

I will say, one criticism I have of kingdom battle is that a lot of the optional stages are just like, little puzzles for you to solve, instead of a really difficult battle

Like, I don't mind having a goofy stage that requires you to abuse one of the game's mechanics to win (ie having to use stage hazards or enemies' status effects to reach a place within a time limit) when there's only a couple of them in the game, but it feels like there's way more of these than necessary in the optional stages, and once you figure it out you're pretty much set since these stages always resolve the same way so you can consistently beat them without having to deal with rng

I'd rather have a fun, really difficult and unique fight with variables and randomness I have to know how to adapt for than a static puzzle I guess is my point

[earlysunshines]

watch me take my time 

park jihyo x fem!reader ; fluff, smut ; read tutor perks first! this is pt. 2

synopsis: surprising the woman you're dating with tea and pastries turns into a steamy evening, and a more sentimental morning after

warnings: mommy kink ; jihyo receving, reader giving ; jihyo in control for the most part ; smut! ; smut :3 ; and smut ; cursing ; fucking on the couch!!! ; face riding ; yeaahh anything else i didn’t mention ; not proofread, as always lol 

a/n: hey! i wasn't sure what to do for a part two, i never know. i didn't really expect tutor perks to get THAT much attention. anyway, I just went with whatever I felt like, i hope you guys like it. lmk what you think!

the parking garage was quite mesmerizing, adorned with lush greenery and meticulously planned layouts. it was a stark contrast to the parking spot on campus that was a fifteen-minute walk from the main campus. compared to the $225 spot at your university, this was undeniably better.  

“is this the right place?” sarah, your roommate, asks. “because if it is... you coined a whole sugar mommy.” 

“oh shut up.” you say, blushing. sarah laughs at you, then gives you a little hug. 

“whatever, get out my car. i have to go see my girlfriend.” sarah says jokingly, to which you respond with a roll of your eyes.  

“yeah yeah, see you, love you, bye.” you mutter before getting out the car and shutting the door, watching sarah wave at you teasingly. 

walking towards the actual building — littered with plants and the beauty of the exterior catching you off guard — just the sight of it was enough to make you nervous. still, you manage to open the door and step in, feeling intimidated almost immediately just from seeing everyone inside the lobby. 

the corporate image time ten was right in front of you: men in suits tailored to perfection exuded an air of confidence as they made way through the bustling lobby, their attention divided between important phone calls and firm handshakes with other mirror images of themselves. meanwhile, women clad in sleek blazers formed clusters, their conversations punctuated by polite laughter and the occasional sip of coffee.  

it was safe to assume that you didn’t really fit in, you couldn’t help but feel like a fish out of water in the moment. so, while clutching a bag of pastries and a cup of iced tea from your shift at work, you made a conscious effort to blend into the background as you walked up to the lady behind the desk up front. thankfully, that wasn’t too hard given everyone had been occupied with their own things. 

the lady, a shorter looking woman with hair tied up professionally, looked at you unamusingly. she raised a brow as you looked at her, putting a finger up to pause you in place since she looked like she was preoccupied with a phone call.   

you balanced the small brown bag of pastries and iced tea in one hand, then moved over to fix the tote bag on your shoulder. the lady finished her call, then turned to you and spoke in a monotoned, uninterested tone. 

“hi, how can i help you?” 

“hi, um, is jihyo here? she’s still working, right?” 

“and who are you?” she asks, looking offended that you even asked that question.  

taken aback, you grow a little bashful and respond, “y/n l/n, i'm a...” you clear your throat, “friend of hers. she said if i wanted to stop by, now would be a good time.” 

“yeah, alright. you expect me to believe you that miss park said you could stop by?” 

“excuse me?” you say, immediately feeling belittled by her tone and look at you. “what do you mean by me? is there something wrong?” 

the lady lets out a noise thats a mix of a laugh and a scoff. she sighs, looking down at her desk and pointing down at a paper before responding.  

“miss park is a very busy woman, you know that, right? i have to make sure that this is an urgent thing, otherwise, you can see yourself out the door.” 

the condescending tone in the desk lady's voice grates on your nerves, sparking irritation within you. you resist the urge to roll your eyes, instead fixing her with a steely gaze as you suppress the retort bubbling up inside you. 

"i get that jihyo is busy, seriously," you reply evenly, your frustration simmering beneath the surface. "i'll call her right now if you need confirmation. i have her number and everything. she even texted me—" 

"she what?" the desk lady interrupts, her expression shifting from dismissive to incredulous. "you-- you have her personal number?" 

"of course i do, it's jihyo we're talking about," you respond matter-of-factly, feeling a twinge of satisfaction at the surprise evident in the woman's reaction. 

"i didn't think—wow," the desk lady stammers, clearly caught off guard. she clears her throat, attempting to regain her composure. "miss park doesn’t give anyone here her personal number. s-sorry, i'm a bit taken aback. i'll have someone escort you. i'm sorry for the inconvenience, miss—" 

"it's y/n," you interject, feeling a sense of satisfaction at the sudden shift in demeanor from the desk lady. it's almost amusing how quickly she seems to have changed her tune, now treating you with an unexpected level of deference.  

the desk lady nods and begins making arrangements for your escort, you can't help but feel a sense of validation at the realization of just how highly regarded jihyo must be. the fact that you have her personal number suddenly feels like some sort of badge of honor, you must be lucky to just know her or interact with her casually—especially in bed, that must be better than any trophy or award. maybe even better than a grammy or something. 

a tall, frail older man is by your side in the next minute. before you leave, the lady smiles at you – maybe a little forced given the unnatrual expression – then picks up the phone again, seemingly dialing a number. 

the man leads you to an elevator and presses the second to last button, indicating the 11th floor. as the elevator ascends, you stand beside him, taking note of his impeccable posture and the condition of his suit. not a single crease in the fabric, he had to be some kind of perfectionist.  

when the elevator doors slide open on the 11th floor, the man steps aside and gestures for you to exit first. his actions are formal, almost ceremonial, and you can't help but feel a sense of significance in the gesture. despite being just a girl who's clocked off work, you find yourself appreciating the unexpected treatment. you’re not against any of this treatment, however. 

once you step out of the elevator, the man gestures for you to follow him down the corridor. as you walk, you can't help but be captivated by your surroundings. the corridor is lined with large windows that offer expansive views of the city, bathing the space in natural light and providing a breathtaking backdrop as you continue through the building.  

the floor itself is decorated with tasteful elegance, oozing an air of professionalism and refinement. everything is thoroughly arranged, from the sleek furniture to the artful accents that adorn the walls. it's a space that balances functionality and cliche professionalism with an aesthetic appeal, creating an atmosphere that feels both welcoming and authoritative. if this is just one of the floors, you can’t even imagine how wonderful the rest of the building is. maybe jihyo will get to show it to you sometime. 

passing by the employees that type away or take calls, he leads you to a room that has large windows, displaying the blinds that block whatever – or whoever – is inside. a sign is plastered on it that says park jihyo, indicating that this is right where you wanted to be. 

he knocks on the door three times – somehow sophisticated and professional – then says in his deep voice,  

“miss park, i'm sorry to interrupt. you have a visitor.” 

silence takes over for a bit before the door is opened, revealing a tired looking jihyo in her blazer and slacks. she doesn’t see you at first, sending daggers at the man covering you before saying in a stern tone, 

"chang, you know i'm busy with emails—" jihyo begins, her voice trailing off as she catches sight of you standing in the doorway. immediately, her demeanor softens, a faint smile playing at the corners of her lips. 

clearing her throat, she regains her composure and gestures for you to enter her office. "ah, y/n, come in," she says, her voice warm and welcoming. turning to the man, chang, she nods in appreciation. "chang, you're dismissed. thank you for escorting her." 

chang nods respectfully and takes his leave, leaving you alone with jihyo in her office. as the door closes behind him. jihyo wastes no time in closing the distance between you as soon as the coast is clear. 

her hand finds its way to the nape of your neck, pulling you close with a gentle yet firm touch. you feel a rush of warmth as her lips meet yours in a soft, tender kiss. her smile is evident even in the midst of the kiss, and you can't help but mirror her expression, returning the affection with the curve of your own lips. 

you pull away, lips inches apart. jihyo smiles at you sweetly. 

“what are you doing here?” 

“you said you would be relatively free, i just got off work. i got you something to eat, figured you’d be hungry and... i wanted to see you.” 

it's been almost three months since your first – very intimate – night with jihyo. the two of you continue to see each other, both intimately and regularly. dating jihyo has been pretty nice, though both of you have times where you don’t have time to see each other, so it’s nice to have moments like these. 

as the weeks turn into almost three months, your relationship with jihyo continues to evolve. jihyo asked you out on proper dates, rather than her eating you out, she wanted to eat something else and get to know you better.  

despite the demands of your respective schedules, the two of you make a concerted effort to see each other as often as possible. whether it's her inviting you over when her nephew isn’t around to evenings spent curled up together on the couch or having wine and a conversation. every moment shared with jihyo was precious 

dating jihyo has brought a sense of joy into your life, a feeling of being understood and cherished in a way that you've never experienced before, none of your high school relationships made you feel this way. and while there are times when conflicting schedules and obligations pulled you apart, those moments only serve to make the time you spend together even more precious. 

“you’re so sweet honey, come, sit.” jihyo says thankfully, guiding you to the large couch that gives you an even better view of the city. 

you sit next to her and place the goods on the table, then immediately. she rests her head against your shoulder. a smile plays across your lips, and slight worry seeps into your skin. jihyo must be tired, judging from how limp she is against you, so you grab her hands and hold them gently, rubbing her knuckles and letting her relax a bit. 

as you sit down next to jihyo and place the goods on the table, you can't help but notice the fatigue etched into her features. she leans her head against your shoulder, a smile plays across your lips as you feel her weight against you, but a slight twinge of worry creeps into your heart. jihyo must be exhausted, judging from how limp she is against you. without a word, you reach out and gently take her hands in yours, intertwining your fingers with hers. 

you begin to rub her knuckles soothingly, hoping to ease some of the tension that seems to have taken hold of her. her fingers are a little bonier, hands noticeably more mature given the slight age gap between the two of you. a ring is around the base of her middle finger, something expensive looking with a small apricot-colored gem in it. in the warmth of your touch seems to relax her, and you can feel the tension slowly melting away as she leans into your embrace.  

“you seem drained, was work exhausting?” you ask, turning to face her. 

“just some really incompetent men and everything has been getting on my nerves. lots of deadlines that need to be met and some of my employees have been slacking.” jihyo sighs, “things are getting better, though. i made some... arrangements that should have things back in order.” 

“i see.” you say, playing with her fingers. you press a kiss to the top of her head and reach for the iced tea, moving the straw to her mouth. “this should give you some energy, it’s the house tea, something peachy and sweet.” 

“aw, you’re too kind, doll.” she says, pouting her lower lip before taking a sip. she takes a few more sips before grabbing the drink from your hand and setting it down on the table, then pecks your lips. “you’re seriously a gift, darling.” 

almost three months and her little petnames still make your heart race, you don’t know if you’ll ever get used to them. 

“sweetheart, if it’s not too much, could you massage my upper back? there's a lot of tension, god, it’s killing me.” 

“of course.” 

jihyo turns away from you so that her back faces you, and you place your hands on her tense shoulders. squeezing lightly to get her accustomed, she immediately relaxes into your touch, sighing as you massage her. she moves her head down so you can reach more of the stiff areas, and once your thumbs add more pressure, she lets out a louder sigh, more of a groan that makes you giggle, and leaving some room for imagination to other ways that can make her sound like that. 

as jihyo turns away, her back facing you, you instinctively place your hands on her tense shoulders. with gentle pressure, you begin to massage her muscles, hoping to provide some relief from the tension that has accumulated there from whatever she’s been up to all day. 

at first, jihyo tenses slightly at your touch, but as you continue to knead her shoulders, she gradually relaxes into your hands. a soft sigh escapes her lips as she leans into your touch, allowing you better access to the stiff areas of her muscles. 

you adjust your position slightly, moving your hands to target the areas of greatest tension. with firm yet gentle pressure, you work your thumbs into the knots, eliciting a deeper sigh from jihyo's lips. the sound is more of a groan, and it sends a shiver down your spine, igniting a playful giggle. 

“good?” 

“ah- great.” she says through gritted teeth. she moves her hair over to once side, then asks, “can you get this side for me?” to which you respond with a hum. 

as you continue to massage her shoulders, you can't help but let your mind wander, imagining other ways to draw out this genre of sounds from her. but for now, you're content to focus on the task at hand, providing jihyo with the comfort and relaxation she so desperately needs. and as you feel her muscles begin to loosen beneath your touch, you can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction knowing that you're able to provide her with some relief.  

however, this doesn’t necessarily mean that your mind is completely free of other intimate scenarios. 

jihyo gets a little louder, failing to suppress the groans that slip past her lips. your hands slow down, instead, you start to slide your hands down her back and around her waist, gently placing them on the sides. leaning closer, you place a chaste kiss on the skin that isn’t covered by her hair, smirking into her. 

“what are you doing honey?” she asks softly, turning her head just barely to catch you in her peripheral.  

instead of responding verbally, you press longer, lingering kisses along jihyo's neck. with each gentle caress of your lips, she begins to relax further, her body responding to the intimacy of your affection. 

sensing her movement, you feel her hand come to rest lightly on your head, her fingers tangling softly in your hair. the sensation sends a shiver down your spine, a warmth spreads throughout your body as you continue to place kisses along her neck. 

slowly, almost imperceptibly, jihyo begins to turn toward you, her movements guided by the gentle coaxing of your lips against her skin. as she shifts, her hand remains on your head, the gentle pressure of her touch grounding you in the moment. with each kiss, you feel the tension melting away from jihyo's body. 

finally, when she’s turned towards you, you catch her lips with your own. jihyo hums into the kiss, her hand moving from your head to the base of your neck, then to your shoulder. 

you pull away briefly to mutter, “feeling better?” to which jihyo responds by pulling you in by the hem of your jacket, closing the distance again. 

as the kisses between you and jihyo grow soft and slow, a familiar heat begins to build between you. your tongues meet again, this wouldn’t be the first time for sure. 

feeling a surge of need coursing through you, you subtly shift your position, guiding jihyo down until she's reclining on the couch. with a smooth, fluid motion, you position yourself on top of her, your body pressing against hers, heat radiating off the two of you. 

in this moment, you find yourself taking control – in contrast to how it usually goes. as you deepen the kiss, your hands roam freely over jihyo's body, tracing the curves of her figure before sliding your hands under the edge of her shirt. she gasps at the feeling of your fingers on her skin, leaving you to kiss the corner of her mouth and trail down. 

with jihyo beneath you, her body yielding to your touch as you trail kisses down to her neck, you feel a sense of power and satisfaction wash over. you nip gently at her neck – careful not to make any noticeable marks – while she claws at your clothing. 

“baby-- darling, god,” she groans as you nip at the right spot with your teeth. she lets you indulge for a few minutes more, clearly enjoying it as much as you do before halting your actions as you slide your hands up closer to her chest under her shirt. 

you pause, pulling away and looking at her with confusion, “sorry, too much?” 

“never too much,” jihyo assures, placing a hand on your cheek while she catches her breath. “my employees are outside.” 

your eyes widen, then you get the message and mutter, “oh.” 

jihyo giggles at your response before lifting her head up to kiss you deeply again, pulling away with a noticeable sound made from your lips parting. “you’re adorable.” she says before grabbing your phone out your pocket and checking the time briefly. “my nephew isn’t home, so how about we get situated at my place? i should’ve left the office thirty minutes ago.” 

“anything you’d like.” 

- 

with jihyo’s purse in your hand, you follow her into the house. the lights are off and it’s clear that no one’s home, leaving many possible opportunities for the two of you and even more scenarios to run through your head.  

“have you had dinner? and don’t say you’ve had those pastries, that’s not enough darling.” jihyo says lightheartedly, though stern enough to let you know she’s serious. she places her purse on the counter and takes off her blazer, which reveals the shirt hugging her figure neatly. she's looking through the purse now, back faced you and you can’t help but check her out briefly. “if not, i'll order takeout.” 

“that’s perfect.” you respond. jihyo turns towards you and grins, walking over and pecking your lips. 

“yeah, i'll grab us some wine. order anything you’d like, love.” 

“i’ve been craving bento bowls, is something japanese fine?” 

“anything is fine, i'm starving even after that scone.” jihyo giggles, “also, it’s almost six. i have a little work call to answer, but after that we have the rest of tonight and the weekend if you’re not occupied with classes.” 

“perfect, i'll just order for pick up then and then i'll be back in time for us to eat and whatnot. sound okay?”    “that’s lovely, then i'll have to find my favorite wine for us. the best for the best.” 

you giggle before pressing your lips against hers again, pulling away just barely before she closes the distance again. her arms rest on her shoulders as she pushes you closer, then she deepens the kiss. 

without thinking, you move yourselves over so that jihyo’s against the counter, your hands sliding under her shirt yet again and lips sliding down to the soft skin on her neck. she groans at the feeling, tilting her head back to give you more access to her as she tightens her hold on your shoulder. 

“later tonight,” you mutter in between kisses, rubbing circles on her skin under her shirt. “let me help you relax, yeah?” you nip at her skin lightly and she lets out a sharp breath, hand moving to the side of your neck. “let me do the work this time, you deserve to sit back for once.” 

“y/n--” jihyo begins, but is cut off by the sound of a phone ringing against the counter. she groans in frustration; this is the angriest you’ve seen her. her brows furrow and she tenses her jaw as she picks up the phone, then looks at you apologetically. 

“you should take that.” 

 jihyo sighs, then kisses your nose. “you should order dinner.” 

“mhm.” you mumble before kissing her jawline, removing your hands from under her shirt and jihyo whines just barely. her skin seems colder now that your hands aren’t on them, tracing patterns and rubbing up and down the landmarks.  

- 

jihyo gave you the keys before you had left, so you didn’t have to ring the doorbell or anything – you assumed she’d still be on that work call. 

as you enter the room, you find jihyo standing against the counter, her posture tense and her expression drawn with frustration. she's wearing something different: a cropped t-shirt and comfy sweatpants instead of her work attire. with one hand, she pinches the bridge of her nose, while the other holds a phone to her ear. she listens intently, her brow furrowed in concentration, as she navigates the seemingly irritating conversation on the other end of the line. 

one arm crosses defensively while her gaze remains fixed on some distant point on the wood floor. to her left, on the smooth marble countertop, you notice two glasses and an unopened bottle of white wine.  

“yes, i already have my employees on it.” you hear her say, tone stern yet level. “look, according to the results and feedback we’re doing fine, so i don’t understand why this meeting is still in session. i know you want to be secure, but doubting me won’t secure what’s already set. everything is fine, so go talk to samuel if you really want to bicker with someone who can’t do their job. he's been slacking with his unit; i've seen the data. goodbye.” 

a small “ugh” is muttered under her breath before she places the phone down, then looks over to see you standing in the entrance of the hallway. a smile tugs at her lips immediately upon seeing you. 

“two teriyaki salmon bentos for the struggling college student and her beautiful, older, hardworking, hot older woman.” 

jihyo snickers, laughing at your stupid little titles. “calling me old?” 

“well maybe... i’m into that though, so stay old.” 

jihyo rolls her eyes at you, then watches you pull out the to go bowls out onto the table nearby. she walks over herself and brings the glasses and the wine bottle over. before she takes out the cork with her tool, she places a kiss on your cheek and mumbles against you a soft, “thank you.”  

you grin and kiss her back before going back to the kitchen to grab utensils, and then back to the table to sit down next to your lover. 

grabbing the boxes and handing jihyo a spoon, you ask, “how was your day? work seemed rough.” 

a sigh leaves her lips, her aura radiating exhaustion and irriation, yet she stays calm and content before your eyes.   

“just a lot of deadlines and dreadful people to deal with today, but it’s over and you made me feel better.” 

“i’m glad.” you say, putting a hand on her thigh. “let’s eat, maybe you’ll be less exhausted.” to which jihyo responds with a nod and a kiss to your knuckles.  

the sliding door in front of you two gave a great view of the setting sun, which made dinner quite romantic. jihyo shared more about her day, though it was mostly complaints mixed with frustrated grunts and groans when bringing up the men she had to face. you on the other hand, shared some small anecdotes from your shift and your roommate's own drama to jihyo, which she enjoyed listening to. before you knew it, dinner was finished – bowls clean and all, barely any remnants of the food left – which urged you two to throw away the plastic containers and head to the couch to sit and sip on wine. 

jihyo sat beside you and swirled her wine around before sniffing, then took a small sip. you did the same, eyes lighting up from how good it was, which made jihyo laugh. and then the two of you went on to talk about more small things, ranging from what annoyed each of you during the day and things you both looked forward to.  

the next thing you knew, your head was against jihyo’s shoulder, and your now empty glass was set on the table with hers.  

“at least the day is over, hyo.” 

she snickers upon hearing the name, then turns to you with a smile.  

“hyo?” 

“sorry, don’t like that name?” 

“no, i love it. it's cute.” she assures, “adorable.” 

“yeah?” you say, grinning. shifting yourself up to sit up right, you brush a strand of hair behind jihyo’s ear. “any plans tomorrow?” you ask, staring at her lips blatantly. 

“no, what are you up to darling?” 

you giggle and run your hand down to her jaw, placing your thumb on her lip and applying subtle pressure. 

“let me help you relax tonight.” you simply answer, smirking devilishly. “seems like you need it.” 

in no time, your lips make their way over to hers, you kiss her slowly and savor her. she places her hand on your shoulder, gripping slightly as you deepen the kiss.  

your hands find their way under jihyo’s shirt again in no time, though at first, your fingers simply brush against her skin before doing anything big. you're taking your time exploring her, finding out which area on her rib makes her kiss sloppier or her breath shorter. you feel her responding to your touch, her movements becoming more urgent, more fervent. 

jihyo's hands roam over your body in tandem with your own explorations, one hand in your hair and the other on the base of your wrist. you're both consumed by the heat of the moment, kisses with more tongue, breaths heavier, and jihyo’s groans getting louder. it's perfect. 

you create a gap between the two of you after pulling away, your own breath heavy. jihyo looks at you: red, puffy lips and peach colored cheeks from the intimacy.  

looking down at the edge of jihyo’s shirt, you silently ask to take it off by playing with the edge of the fabric. 

“take it off.” she says lowly, almost an order. 

nodding, you slip the shirt off, gazing at her clad chest. 

you've seen her naked before – more than you can count on one hand – yet, she still manages to leave you in awe.  

“fuck, you’re beautiful.” you sigh, immediately making your way over to her neck. “i could have you like this all day.” you groan against her skin, right before sucking near her pulse point so harshly to the point where she moans your name out, subconsciously gripping your hair and tugging so roughly it hurts your scalp.  

blindly, you start to unclasp her bra, discarding it somewhere in the room – you could care less where it landed – and tending to the new area exposed. 

a brush of your finger on her nipple already has it perked up, making her groan loudly. saying it’s music to your ears would be an understatement, it’s better than any symphony. 

“y/n, baby,” jihyo moans, feeling a wetness pooling down in between her legs. “ah-”   

your mouth lands on her chest, then down to her tits. you press a chaste kiss to her tits, making her look down at you with furrowed brows and parted lips. with full eye contact, you travel to the swell of her breast, finding your way to her nipple and swirling your tongue around. the way you suck on her sensitivity is enough to make her groan right in front of your face. the way her mouth gapes and oh, how lovely she sounds; you could get used to this for sure.  

and later you pay attention to her other breast, treating it with the same care and evoking more lewd sounds from the older woman. the way she folds under your touch, twitching and slowly losing herself while she’s weak to you; jihyo could use more rest days, especially ones that have hours dedicated to you indulging in her. 

moments later, after earning at least a song’s duration of jihyo’s indescribable pleasure seeping from her lips, you decide to look at the mess you’ve made.  

marks of pink ranging to a darker red – even a near purple – are littered all over her skin, from her neck to all over her chest area. you bite your lip at the sight, rubbing your finger along a few of the hickeys. 

“y/n, baby,” jihyo starts, looking at you intensely. “shirt off, down on the couch now. don't make me ask twice.” she orders breathlessly, narrowing her eyes and expecting immediate obedience – which she receives without question. 

despite how much you’ve riled up and left her, she still has that natural authority. there's absolutely no way you could disobey her, at the end of the day, no matter what you’ve done to her; you belong to jihyo now, no doubt. 

“yes ma’am.”   

as you slip the shirt off in one motion, jihyo uses that short duration of time to slip off her comfortable pants, discarding them and slipping her panties off. she watches you – who's watching her in return – you're propped up by your elbows as you watch her sit on your lap, feeling your pussy throb just from the feeling of her bare cunt on the denim covering your heat. 

“good girl, always. you know how to listen to me, glad you know your place.” 

“of course.” you say, looking at her with desperate eyes. 

“you know how i've told you about today, yeah? it was so difficult, so many incompetent people. you’re going to listen to me, okay? you're gonna let mommy use you just like the good girl you are, got it?” 

taken aback by the new title, you hesitate to respond, too entranced by the sight in front of you: jihyo completely naked, on your nap, with her hands resting on your abdomen to hold herself up. when she doesn’t get a response from you, she grinds harshly against your lap, earning a pathetic whine from you. 

she presses her hand down on your abdomen harder, earning a sharp breath from your lips. 

“you answer me when i talk to you, i won’t say this again.” 

“y-yes, sorry.” 

she leans closer, her face above yours and gaze sharp. “yes who?” 

with no hesitation, you correct yourself. “yes mommy, i'm sorry, i'll be a good girl from now on.” 

jihyo smiles, pleased to say the least. 

“down on the couch then honey, on your back.” she says gently, though there’s still that stern tone.  

you gulp, then nod. jihyo smiles as you set your head down, putting your arms off to the side so your hands can gently caress her thighs. she gets up on her knees, repositioning herself so that her cunt is hovering above your chin, then stroking your cheek lightly. you look at her with puppy eyes, silently begging for her to let you get a taste; she gets the message almost immediately, then sets her cunt right above your mouth. 

your hands reach for the sides of her waist, moving her down just an inch so you can get a taste of her arousal.  

she groans again, throwing her head back before looking back at you with creased brows: your cheeks are red, your eyes are closed, and you’re humming against her while you eat her out ravenously. the last time you had eaten someone out had been a while ago, and jihyo’s been the one fucking you to oblivion since the first night with her. you're following her body, sliding your tongue up her folds and sucking on her clit once you reach. she gasps and grips your hair the way you like it, rough and demanding. her nails dig into your scalp, and you let out a little moan yourself, turned on just as much as you are when she’s doing everything to you. 

attentive to the sounds she’s making, you keep doing what earns the more pleasing reactions. she's griding against the flat of your tongue, forcibly pushing your mouth into her wetness the more you indulge. she's moaning louder, her deep, mature voice growing breathy and higher pitched the more you please her.  

and then she shifts your lips over to the left side of her clit, so you suck and lick and groan until the living room is filled with the sound of squelches of her pussy and your mouth coming into contact mixed with moans that fade into nothing as they’re caught in throats. jihyo's cursing more and more, holding you in one spot with that one hand gripping onto your hair like there’s no tomorrow whilst she grinds herself on your tongue and completely uses you. 

“y/n, y/n darling, honey, fuck, ah-!” she cries out, shaking until she isn’t, propping herself up with one hand on your hip bone and the other loosening her grip on your now disheveled hair. she grinds slowly now, still stimulating the aching between her legs whilst you clean up all her climax with your tongue.  

slowly, you take your time licking up her folds, savoring her. a press to her clit later and you're pressing more on her inner thigh until she shifts herself off your face and back to your lap.  

she runs a hand through her hair – some strands sticking to her forehead.  

you catch your breath, then sit up a little bit, jihyo still in your lap.  

“feeling better?” you ask, your hand settling on her explosed ribcage before moving up to cup the bottom of her tit.  

“much better.” she grins, fixing the hair she’s ruined. strands fall over your face, she runs a few fingers through to fix it up again.  

laughing, you lean closer to press a kiss to her lips, smirking once you part away. 

“y/n,” jihyo begins, twirling a piece of hair with her fingers. “you’ll be a good girl, right?” 

you nod. 

“good, because the night isn’t over.” she says menacingly, looking at you with darkened pupils. “on the ground, on your knees. you're gonna eat mommy out until she’s satisfied, got it?” 

“yes ma’am, yes mommy.” you say, immediately switching positions.  

jihyo watches you move over to the ground, the visible patch of arousal apparent on your denim as you kneel. she traces down the grooves of your torso, indulging in the sight before sitting back and spreading her legs.  

seeing her like this, you lick your lips. you're like an obedient puppy, eager to receive her approval and eager to serve her in any way she sees fit. 

jihyo raises her brows at the sight and smiles devilishly at how pathetic you look. she gives you the green light after relishing your submission.  

“eat.” 

- 

just like every other morning, you’re stuck in jihyo’s bed half naked. some sports bra covers the upper half of your body, and boy shorts hug the skin just below your waist. the older woman’s hands are wrapped around your waist, one hand sitting on the exposed hip bone that pops out, and she’s warm against you, her chest rising and falling against your back. 

shifting subtly in your place, you turn over to face her.  

her face is bare, no makeup on and it’s just jihyo before you. she's rubbing her hands on the exposed skin on your hip, mumbling something groggily under her breath. it's been a while since you’ve seen her like this – it's been a bit since you’ve been alone with her, really alone, just the two of you and no one else or worry of interruption. 

“mm, honey,” jihyo mumbles, and you can’t tell if she’s awake or asleep while saying this. “closer.” 

“okay.” 

you find your nose in the crook of her neck, smelling faint hints of lavender while you press closing. she rubs your shoulder with her thumb, tracing patterns and shapes you can’t really put a name on. the sun hits her eyes, you hear a little groan, and then a little yawn that gives you the hint that she’s fully awake. 

a hand finds itself tangled in your hair, then massages your scalp. “did you sleep alright?” jihyo asks, voice gentle and caring as she holds you. 

“i slept great, you?” 

“wonderfully.”  

a kiss is pressed to your forehead and fingers play with the rim of your boy shorts. a soft smile plays across your face, you close your eyes and breathe out. 

“sweetheart.” jihyo hums, tapping your shoulder.  

“hm?” 

“i realized i've never really, fully expressed how thankful i am for you.”  

upon hearing jihyo’s sentimental words, you pull away from where your face had been nestled, face to face with jihyo now. 

“what?” 

“i haven’t been that, well--” jihyo’s face flushes – to oyur surprise – she looks down at your clad chest, then back at your eyes. “relaxed. you helped me unwind, thank you.” 

you can’t help but giggle, finidng all of this so cute. jihyo had been ordering you around last night, moaning so loud the neighbors probably heard. you can still feel a little ache in your scalp from how roughly she was pulling at your hair; everything about the night before was so lewd. it's funny how vulnerable and cute jihyo’s being right now, letting her heart do the talking. 

“you’re adorable, hyo.” you sigh, looking at her with admiration. “i’m glad i was there to help, and i'm looking forward to helping out whenever you want.” 

“y/n.” jihyo begins, placing her hand on your cheek and looking at you like you’re the most precious thing in the world. “will you be my girlfriend?” 

giggling again upon hearing the seriousness in her voice and the adorable look on her face, you nod. 

“of course.” 

- 

- 

at the end of the weekend – a beautiful sunday evening, the sky painted hues of pink and purple – you’re in your desginated spot: the passenger’s side of jihyo’s car. 

both of you sit in silence as jihyo exits the freeway, some pop song playing on the radio. her hand is intertwined with yours, elbows sitting on the little compartment that seperates the two seats. she's humming along and it’s music to your ears, you’re smiling ear to ear as you watch her. 

sunglasses sit on the crown of her head, her side profile staying in its place while the scenery behind her flashes by as the car moves forward. she's beautiful. 

once you reach your apartment complex, jihyo parks somewhere close.  

“don’t move, just stay there.” you warn her, sounding all serious and looking at her with raised brows. 

“darling, what?” she asks, a little smile tugging at the corner of her lips. she giggles once you leave the car hurriedly, rushing towards the other side to open her door. 

“miss park.” you say, putting your hand out. jihyo laughs, amused at your little gesture. she takes your hand and steps out, rolling her eyes at you. 

“you’re unbelieveable.” 

“well, after seeing how scared everyone was at your work place the other day, i feel like i should treat you better.” 

“you’re my girlfriend, not my employee y/n.” jihyo scoffs, then kisses the back of your hand.  

once you make it to your apartment, you knock on the door, waiting for the familiar face to open the door for you.  

sarah opens the door a few seconds later, eyes widnening upon seeing you and jihyo right in front of her – hands holding and all.  

“oh my god you really did manage to get with her.” sarah says in disbelief, making you roll oyur eyes and the little comment making jihyo snicker. “you’re jihyo? wow, oh my god, you look so young – i mean, you are, like--” 

“i get what you mean, thank you.” jihyo responds lightheartedly, smiling at the woman in front of her.  

the two of you step in and sarah is still examining jihyo, baffled by how unreal she looks – and wow, your descriptions and rambles about this woman did not prepare her for this meeting. jihyo sets herself down on the couch and sarah pulls you to the side quickly before the two of you join her. 

“oh my god when you said older woman i didn’t expect godly cheekbones, jawline sharper than a knife, and fucking luxury to show up holding your hand.” 

“she’s amazing.” 

“ugh, you’re drooling.” sarah sighs. 

you smile at your roommate like a proud little kid, pushing her lightly before joining your now girlfriend on the couch.

maybe majoring in education was worth it, you think to yourself as you watch sarah grin at the two of you from across where you’re sitting. despite your dreadful research papers, essays, and mock lectures – all of it was worth it if it meant meeting jihyo.  

sarah puts a leg over the other, leaning back against the smaller seat in your living room. 

“you know, y/n has been gushing over you since like, the first time she tutored your nephew. she's kept me up at night just talking about--” 

“sarah!” 

[harukyuu2]

Helloo I don’t know if you’ll see this but can you do a crossover of alnst x pjsk with Rui x reader they’re in round 5 singing ruler of my heart :33

you can also decide what happens after, but if you don’t like the idea feel free to ignore this no worries ^^ !!

This is such a creative request !! i loved it, i hope i writted something good for the idea <3 - Sorry i took so long to do it :x

!! - ALNST AU RUI X READER, writted for neutral reader but there are small hints of being a female since its practically inspired on Mizi, one-sided feelings for the past, lyrics on english !! colors: Rui lyrics, reader lyrics, both singing along

A round of applause could be heard when you entered the stage with a low empty gaze after winning your last round, that leaved you empty since you were passing the grief of losing who once was your best friend, she lost against you. All of your feelings were taken. The applause were deaf to you, they didnt matter anymore, or the monsters watching you, they didnt deserve your attention, it was already given by your rival that made them more feral.

The music began slowly, its rhythm setting the tone as you stepped deeper onto the stage. This was a song where you could sing alongside your rival, Kamishiro Rui—an eccentric boy who had grown up with you in the ANAKT GARDEN. Rui had always been intelligent, clever enough to live without a collar, and strangely favored by the aliens. That admiration, however, didnt extend to the other kids, who often called him weird and kept their distance, but you were different since you always finded a way to be at his side.

The intro of the song was long and calm, giving you plenty of time to grab the mic while feeling the weight of your opponent’s gaze. It wasnt one of hatred or fear—but of concern and softness. After all, you were one of the few people who truly considered Rui a friend, someone who didnt mind his “weirdness.” Yet, he recognized that he wasnt your favorite friend or what he wished to be.

He wanted you to lean on him, to truly see him, to care for him—just like humans once did long ago with their lovers. The feeling of being loved was what he craved most.

Thats why he decided to whistle, trying to catch your attention. But when your empty gaze met his, it only bored into him. He missed the lively spark your eyes once held back in the garden—the one that gave him hope, the one that made him believe you both could escape this hell someday.

"You can hide from the light

And still out burn the sun

Don’t you forget you’re my star"

He decided to start singing first, not for the score— that didnt matter to him, even if it meant getting his own death at the end of the round. No, he just cared to bring your light again, the smile that made him keep going all these years. Rui didnt have a problem with invading your personal space— if that meant getting a reaction out of you, he would always do it. Thats why he started encircling you, getting closer and closer while singing the next verse

''See the world in your eyes

A sorrow set in your sights

Like a fine work of art''

He noticed how you avoided his gaze, the discomfort written all over your face at the thought of competing once again with someone you loved. But he didnt want you to see it like that.

To him, this wasnt a battle—it was an engagement. Didnt you notice how your outfits mirrored the attire humans used to wear at weddings? Ah, a wedding... He’d love to experience one. The promise of eternal love, binding two souls together until death do them apart—it sounded so beautiful. Almost like what he was trying to do now: declare his feelings for you before death could tear one of you away from the other.

"My saviour,

God what a beautiful soul"

He fixed a strand of your hair behind your ear, you were really pretty in his eyes to have that sadness and discomfort written on your face. But when your gaze finally met his again, and you started singing by his side, his usual smirk returned. He glanced at the hologram as your score began to climb, the competition starting with the aliens finally votting.

"I don’t believe━you’re a liar

Night’s falling and

darkness is inviting us in

Let me tear it apart"

With that last line, Rui grabbed your cheeks, forcing you to look directly at him. He wanted a reaction—anything. He hated this. Hated seeing you so empty, hated how your singing lacked the emotions it used to have. But when he caught the awe flickering in your eyes, a glimmer of hope sparked within him. A part of you was still there, a part that wanted to feel, that craved something just as deeply as he did.

That’s why he grabbed your wrist, pulling you into a spin. His hands found their place—one at your waist, the other interlacing with yours. The shock and fear in your eyes made him smile.

Were you coming back to reality? Did you recognize this dance—the one you two used to practice as kids? The one you perfected to impress the aliens? He had never forgotten it, and it seemed you hadn’t either. Slowly, it felt like you were returning to yourself.

"Ruler of my heart, Ruler of

my heart, Ruler of my heart

You are forever beautiful

Ruler of my heart, Ruler of

my heart, Ruler of my heart..."

Memories of the past flooded back to you through the dance, though you were missing steps here and there. After all, until now, you’d been nothing more than a living corpse. You felt out of yourself, but yet the slightest touches of Rui and the lack of distance between you two made your heart burn, until it started to pump again, bringing you back to life.

...

"Rui?" - A child version of you called his attention curiously, wondering why the purple haired boy was studying the walls of the tunnel where the aliens passed by.

Rui turned to see you curiously not expecting you to look out for him. He gived you a sweet smile finding out you had a crown of flowers in your hands - "yes?" - He asked back wondering what you wanted, his attention changing immediately to you while walking closer

You smiled taking his small hand while offering the crown of flowers you did for him - "i finally learned how to do them! here, for you" - You blinked confused when he decided to take it but put it in your head, making you look curiously at the eccentric boy again wondering why he did that, he didnt like it? you pouted a little at that idea but he quickly shakes his head

"It looks better on you!" - Rui leaves a small laugh with a smile taking your hands and waving them around - "can we practice that dance you told me? maybe we can impress our teachers!" - Rui stated even if in his heart he didnt like being around the aliens, he just wanted you to be happy since it was your idea.

You quickly nodded running with him far from that tunnel, he didnt want you to get on problems because of his curiousity. With that being said, the laugh of you two can be heard everywhere while practising that dance, even if you missed almost all of your moves, to Rui you were like an angel.

Rui loves this memory so much, you were so bright back then, he wants to bring that back no matter what...

...

"Building up all your walls

Becomes a fall with no ground"

He sings while leaning back to see the hologram with the scores, he was winning and it was driving him mad— he didnt want to win, he didnt want to lose you, he was pleading to you with his eyes that you start singing again.

"In a single moment (breaking down)"

You sang those words softly, a sudden rush of emotions surging through you—feelings you hadnt allowed yourself to feel before. The desire to live clashed with the unbearable reality that doing so would mean bringing Rui’s death. Yet, at the same time, you wanted to escape with him, to turn back time and be the carefree kids you once were in the ANAKT GARDEN.

Even though those times were dark, Rui had been your light, guiding you through it all. Was this the price you had to pay for the happiness of your childhood? For being cared for by a loving alien? For having such a good friend as Rui?

"I’d go blind and go deaf

‘fore I’d lose you again

Collapsing my world"

As the lyrics carried on, your mind raced with thoughts. You didnt want to die, but your future had already been decided by the aliens. Why would they choose a normal, pretty girl for the final? No, it was obvious they would pick the eccentric Kamishiro Rui. Honestly, you would probably make the same choice.

Thats why, as he began singing his verse, your mind went blank, save for one thought—giving him your goodbyes. You wanted to show him your love the way humans did long ago, something you’d never managed to do before. Back then, the concept had felt strange to you, but now it felt like the only thing left to do.

"My saviour,

My one, my beautiful soul

Make me your god

I can give you everything"

"Night’s falling and

darkness is inviting us in

Let me tear it apart"

Rui could notice a change on you— how he wouldnt, he knows you very well. He was curious on whats on your mind while trying to maintain a calm expression, even though fear lingered beneath the surface. He was terrified of the possibility that you might become nothing more than a memory to him, what if he forgotted your voice? your face? he wouldnt handle that, he would scold himself if he ever forgets about the light that guided him in this dark tunnel where the final is an abyss.

"Ruler of my heart, Ruler of

my heart, Ruler of my heart

Forever mine to behold

Ruler of my heart, Ruler of my heart,

Ruler of my heart"

slowly going closer to him as the words repeated, with a new intense gaze that he picked on quickly. He hoped you werent thinking of doing anything stupid to lower your score— he wanted you to live even if the final was coming with a bad result for you, unconciously studying your face trying to remember every detail of your face because in any case for him, his win or death, he will be separated from you.

You caught him by surprise. His eyes widened for a split second before you pulled him in for a kiss, right after the last “Ruler of my heart,” where you both had sung with all the emotion left unspoken between you. You poured every feeling into that kiss—the frustration of knowing you couldnt stay by his side any longer, but this was your apology. Your final act of love for him, actually giving him the affection he has been craving for.

The interlude of the song became nothing but white noise in your ears as you focused all your attention on the kiss, trying your best to make it feel right, despite your inexperience.

You pulled apart from him with a big smile feeling the laser pointing at you for breaking the rules, the shock in Rui's face just made you giggle hoping he could live without you at his side, you could feel the robots coming behind you to grab you for disrespecting the rules— but yet all you did was finally separate from Rui with a grin since you were going to surrender, you wanted him to live.

Chaos erupted when small bombs appeared on the stage, releasing smoke as masked figures began taking down the robots. You frantically searched for Rui in the midst of it all.

You found his gaze, but instead of rushing to you, he simply smiled. That’s when one of the masked figures grabbed you, pulling you away. You stretched out your hand toward Rui, but just like with the crown of flowers, he refused to take it. Instead, he waved at you with a soft smile. It was already too late for him to run with you, and he couldnt either way.

"Ruler of my heart, Ruler of

my heart, Ruler of my heart

Ruler of my heart, Ruler of

my heart, Ruler of my heart..."

Among the chaos, he sang—part of it to calm himself, and the rest to distract the attention of the aliens. He continued smiling, finding peace in knowing he had given you the chance to live. He couldnt risk leaving with you, not when he was the one who discovered how some of the alien technology worked and figured out how to communicate with the outside, with the human part of it.

That’s why he would do everything in his power to give you the best future possible, even if it meant destroying this place. Maybe then, in the future, the next life, or in another universe, you two would meet again. He was certain that no matter what, you two would find a way to be together again.

Just like that he sang alone at the start and the end of the song, but with differents emotions since he managed to find a route where you two lived. And who knows? Maybe a miracle happens and he is able to be with you sooner or later.

[lazyhottubtragedy]

Fluffy!Theo Christmas

M!OC x Theodore Nott

Summery: Just casual domesticity with Theo and Quinn on Christmas day!

Disclaimer: This fic is based off of a chat i had with a grumpy x sunshine Theo bot which is by @theonotti on both cai but thats also their user here too. I would also like to mention german is my first language not english, and I'm also dyslexic so I'm sorry for any mistakes i tried not to fix them all but I'm sure i missed some. The oc is named after me yes but is in no way a representation OF me simply just use my name as a place holder of sorts. This is also my first ever fic so bear with me here.

Word count: 1,398

"Hey Theo?... i was wondering-" Quinn cut himself off before continuing in the sweetest tone he could muster. "I wanted to ask about Christmas."

Theo had raised an eyebrow, amusement sparking in his eyes as he watches him shift back and forth like a little boy about to ask their parents, for something he knew he couldn't be given. "Yes, sunshine? What about Christmas?" He asked his voice smooth and silky with just a hint of distance.

He slips into a ramble he didn't plan. "I wanted to ask if we could just stay in? You know not really go anywhere just me and you? I can picture it in my head actually... Just being draped in each others grip. Some silly movie about a small town love playing while we lay on the couch. A big heated blanket. The snow in the background. Maybe later we would turn the tv off, you'd read to me over tea instead... one hand in my hair while the other holds the book..." Oh how his eyes glimmered with hope and a promise of domesticity with the man he loved who stood before him.

He watches him as he speaks, listening intently to his words as a soft, tender smile takes over his serious features. He pulls him in close, his hands moving to his waist to keep him right up against him.

"Mmm... That does sounds perfect, sunshine.

Just us, together, cozied up in front of a fire. A warm blanket to keep us warm, holding each other... your head in my lap. And a mug of hot tea to warm our hands... while I read to you. I quite like the sound of that."

He runs his hand up and down his side, his touch gentle and affectionate, as he imagines the scene he's painting. They spent the rest of the day like this... wrapped in each other arms, talking about Christmas and how they would spend it tomorrow. Until they fell asleep tangled up in each other's limbs in bed, stealing the other's body heat.

Theo wakes up slowly. His eyes flutter open as he's roused from his sleep. He takes a moment to adjust, as his surroundings come into focus. Sunlight streams through the curtains, casting a warm, soft light in the room. And then he remembers what day it is. He looks down at the boy sleeping next to him, his head on his shoulder, with his blonde hair sticking up from all the tossing and turning he does. A warm, affectionate smile tugs at the corners of his mouth as he gently brushes a strand of hair back from his face.

He takes a moment to just watch him sleep, appreciating his quiet, peaceful expression. Then, gently, he untangles himself from the sheets and his limbs, trying not to make too much noise or move around as he slides out of bed. He grabs a pair of sweatpants from the drawers and quickly pulls them on before quietly making his way downstairs.

Once downstairs, he heads to the kitchen. He moves about the room, familiar with the layout as he begins preparing breakfast. He hums quietly to himself as he cracks eggs, flips pancakes, and brews a pot of coffee. The faint smell of coffee wafts through the air as the machine sputters and hisses. He'd look out the window noticing the snow thats layered the earth in its cold, powdery white blanket.

Once he's finished preparing breakfast. The table is set with a plate of golden-brown pancakes, a stack of crispy bacon, a dish of scrambled eggs, and a pot of steaming black coffee. He pours himself a cup of coffee, the rich, bitter aroma filling his nostrils. He takes a sip, savouring the taste as he leans back against the kitchen counter, his gaze drifting up the staircase towards their bedroom.

He wonders if he's woken up yet. He doesn't have to wait long for an answer however. He hears the faint creaking of the stairs, and a few moments later, he sees a blonde head emerge from the stairwell, followed by the rest of his body. He's dressed in a pair of boxers and an oversized hoodie, the sleeves too long for his arms, the hem falling almost midway down his thighs. He looks adorable like this, with his hair messy from sleep, and a still-drowsy look in his eyes.

He rubs his eyes as he sits at the table laying his head down on his folded arms, before closing his eyes once again. "G'morning." he sleepily slurred out. His lips barely moving to get the words past them.

A smile tugged at the corners of Theo's mouth as he watched him stumble towards the table, all soft and sleepy. "Good morning, sunshine," he said, his voice low and gravelly. He crossed the kitchen and sat down across from her, his eyes taking in her sleepy form. He resisted the urge to reach out and pull her into his lap and instead poured her a cup of coffee. "Did you sleep well?"

When there was no answer, Theo chuckled quietly, watching him struggling to stay awake. He waited a moment before trying again, his tone teasing. "Sunshine," he says gently, "Wake up and drink some coffee, so that you're less likely to faceplant into your pancakes."

Theo reaches out and ruffles his hair, letting his hand rest on the top of his head for a moment. "Come on. Wake up, sleepyhead. We have a whole day ahead of us."

Quinn begrudgingly sits up and eats his food. Occasionally drinking the coffee after dousing it unnecessary amounts of sugar and creamer. His eyes slowly opening and getting clearer every second he keeps his head up.

Theo watches as he slowly begins to wake up, his gaze filled with affection. He sips on his coffee as he watches him pile sugar and creamer into his, making a mental note that he'll have to hide the sugar bowl later. He takes a bite of his food, the crispy bacon and fluffy pancakes melting in his mouth. He watches as his eyes slowly open, the fog of sleep lifting from them. He can see the gears in his head starting to turn, coming back to life. "There he is," He grinned watching the boy become more and lore alert of his surroundings.

Once they've finished their meal, Theo takes their plates and moves to the sink, stacking them up for later. He looks over his shoulder at him, a sly smile on his face.

Quinns mind started finally working and he remembered what he asked the morning before. He perked up suddenly fully awake and the energy of a toddler. "Oh yeah! Can we still stay home today?"

Theo chuckled at his sudden burst of energy. He turned around, leaning against the counter as he looked at him, his arms crossed. "Of course we're staying home, sunshine. That's the plan, isn't it? I promised you a whole day of me, didn't I?"

Quinn got himself off the table stumbling around a little as he walked, almost waddled. Theo chuckled once more at his slightly uncoordinated movements. He opened his arms wide, a grin on his face, encouraging him to come closer. And of course Quinn obliged.

He wrapped his arms around him, pulling him close. He held him tight against him, his chin resting on top of his head. "So what do you want to do today, sunshine? Watch some movies? Read by the fireplace? Nap?"

He gave a simple sloppy nod "all." Theo pulled away only to bend down and scoop him up in his arms, lifting him clear off the ground. His legs automatically went around his waist, his arms around his neck, as he carried him into the living room.

They stumbled into the living room, his legs tightly locked around his waist. He carried him over to the couch, sitting down with him comfortably in his lap. From there it was just how Quinn had pictured it. being draped in each other's grip. Some silly movie about a small town love playing while they lay on the couch. A big heated blanket. The snow in the background. Later they would turn the tv off, Theo reading to Quinn over tea instead... one hand in his hair while the other holds the book...

[nessatwene-art]

How exactly does someone get a poten power? :)

Ah! Great question!

A poten is a person with powers. These powers are caused by the influence of supernatural monsters called unnaturals that roam around their city. Everyone is capable of gaining abilities and they can come in many different ways.

The technical way it happens is that the cells (called unnatural energy cells. They just like regular cells in the body but cooler) that are dormant in a person’s body become active. It can be spontaneous, near death experience, a great moment in life, or even training to activate them. Something that can causes that “spark” to happen.

For Lucas he got his after he recovered from falling ill as a child.

For Robyn it was when she was being chased by a monster she discovered.

For Clar, she deeply wanted to join her friends in their investigation, and Robyn and Lucas aid her to find her ability :)

And Mark got his after being shocked by an escaped unnatural possessing his computer.

Blake and kenzie are not poten is thats okay! Not everybody wants powers.

Poten does come from the word potential because Unnaturals are fixed on a power scale while people are able to grow with their abilities.

Sorry that was a lot but i hope that helps 😅😅

[creetchure]

Please tell me about your ideas for the fallout for like everyone post gotham war (if not everyone than just Jason is fine too, i am very curious about your ideas for an arc for him)

hi hello!!! my thoughts are more directed to jason because he's the one who went through the brunt of things, BUT i have thoughts on all of them. i also have sort of separate thoughts because of the detective comics anouncement, but they contain spoilers for the future issues of detective comics, so if you don't want that, i'm putting it under read more after this.

also typing this and realizing it's REALLY long, so i'm gonna put a tldr at the end of each character LMAO

first off, dick is never forgiving bruce for this. we know exactly how protective of his siblings he is -- he killed joker for implying having killed tim -- and i can't see him letting this slide, no matter how much bruce pleads the "it wasn't me i was being influenced by the personality i created as a backup". Of course, because they're bruceanddick and they're always in a cycle of coming back to each other, eventually, little by little, dick is going to start working with him again, but i don't think this is something he'll ever *forgive*. or forget for that matter. so to me, this should spark an arc of nightwing becoming more separate from batman than he's been in years.

TL;DR: Dick isn't forgiving bruce for this, but will eventually work with him again

second off. there are a lot of things i would like to see for jason, some more likely than others. ill start by what i *know* won't happen, but would be best for his character imo.

Jason is a character we've seen move forward and backwards so many times, mostly because he sells well, and so the writers keep him stuck in this red hood limbo of eing a loner and making friends, and hating bruce and forgiving him, and it's been the same arc since his resurection, and i'm tired. which is why i think what'd be best for him is an Oracle arc, for lack of a better term.

Jason will never leave Gotham for an extended period of time. it's home to him as much as it is to Bruce. he might go away for a bit (id like to see him in Blud but ill get into that later), but he'll always come back. he also will never give up trying to protect Gotham and the people in it, because he never has. But he can't be a vigilante in the same way anymore, functionally, what Bruce has done to him is profoundly disabling in day to day life, let alone doing things that are made to trigger the panic response.

I don't think that should stop him. Personally, my vision for it is to put him at the head of a spy network, to render Batman obsolete and stop major crime before it even happens (potentially also feeding batman fake info to make him look bad), but like. you could do other things. it's just the idea that i'm going with.

But I do think that unlike Dick, jason is going to forgive bruce for this (against his better sense or wishes. he does understand how fucked this is) because he understands altered states of mind (NOT talking about the pit. talking about good old fashioned brain fuckery). but it's also going to cause a rift in their relationship that i don't see them bridging anytime soon, and Jason *will* be extremely uncomfortable for a long time.

Thats only if they don't walk back the panic thing, though, which i firmly believe they will. a Red Hood solo has been in the works for ages, and is supposed to come p soon, and i doubt they'd start it off with Jason unable to *be* Red Hood. They might not fully fix it, but they'll make it much more manageable.

overall, i'd like to see Jason in Bludhaven after this for a bit. I kind of just want a focus on him and Dick for a while, though I dread what Tom Taylor might write of the two of them. I'd also like a mantle change, but that's just me dreaming.

TL;DR: if it was up to me, Jason would have an Oracle arc and be the head of a spy network. it's not, and all I can hope for is Jason moving to Bludhaven and detaching himself from Bruce for a while

third off, tim. I don't have many thoughts about him, if I'm honest, mostly because he's one of the least directly affected by Bruce's actions, imo. i'm also less of a fan of his character, making it harder for me to see all the implications that this arc will have on him. I do firmly believe that he'll stick to his siblings rather than Bruce, because he does know how to look at reality and call out Bruce's bullshit.

TL;DR: i don't know/don't care enough about Tim to have that many thoughts. he'll pick his siblings side.

fourth! Cass! She isn't really present in the event much (doesn't sell as well i assume) but this is important to me so. To me, this causes damage to her and Bruce's relationship as well, that he'll have to work to fix. She is loyal to the Bat and what the symbol represents before she is loyal to the man wearing the suit, and I think that to her, this is betrayal of the ideals Batman stands for. bruce isn't a hero in this arc, and he's not a symbol of hope like the bat stands for. What I would like for Cass is for her to keep going on the missions, keep doing good, but doing so independantly from Batman. She stops answering to him entirely up until she feels he has made amends and has worked himself back to the standard he used to be. I want her to stay in Gotham, and keep protecting it the way the Bat should, even from the bat himself.

TL;DR: cass should stay in Gotham and be batman and not return Bruce's calls.

Damian is the one i'm not exactly sure i know where the writers are leading, but i can still speculate and tell you what *id* do.

we know that him and bruce are still going to be friendly and on the same side by the end of this from Batman and Robin #1. we also know Damian in that issue is kind of distant, doesn't really stick around Bruce much. Williamson's damian always reads sort of. depressed. so idk how much of that is in reaction to Gotham war or just from the way Williamson characterizes him, but there's that.

Imo, Damian will forgive bruce, but is also internalizing a lot of the bad shit that happen in Gotham war. Bruce leaving him needs to be something that stays, because he's 14 and his dad is his hero and he left him behind *anyway* and that's bound to fuck you up.

So I think Damian is staying in Gotham, and he's staying with Bruce, but he's also going to be dealing with the aftermath of that for a while, potentially up to a boiling point, which i'd really like to see. Also i'd like to see this compound with the fact that Talia left him with his father, and how that computes together in his head etc etc.

TL;DR: Damian will stick by Bruce for better or for worse, and might have a shit time mentally dealing with the aftermath of this.

I don't have many thoughts on steph, babs, or selina, since 1) i don't know selina and babs well enough to speak on their character, and 2) steph hasn't been there much, and i don't have a Vision for her like i do for Cass.

okay. those are my thoughts. Now for those on the tec announcement

right so. forget literally all i've said about bruce, because he's going to die.

I'm not pulling this out of thin air, in issue 1080 of detective comics, it's said that Bruce is killed by the orghams, leading to the entirety of gotham city forgetting him. Now, I have no idea how this is getting implemented, so I can't say much about how the members of the Batfamily will react. But I can say that this is, in fact, the natural progression for bruce's character.

in the past year or so, both Zdarski and Ram V have been talking about how Bruce is getting too old, and putting more tangible, permanent consequences on what he does (losing a hand, zur, etc).

On top of that, he has been made to make amends with Dick, Tim, and Jason over the course of that same year (nightwing 100, cheer, failsafe arc, etc)

To me, this arc is the culmination of months of foreshadowing.

Though i'll admit, i thought they were going to just retire bruce for a little while, not fucking *kill him*. it won't last for more than a few years, he sells too well, but i genuinely thought this would be like a knightfall situation.

when it comes to the question of who gets to be batman (i swear, last paragraph and i'm done), i think that gotham war also serves to tell us that *no one* will be. I don't see Dick picking it up in those conditions, Jason won't either, Tim is scared of becoming batman, and Damian might but they won't really let him. ofc they won't let Cass take up the mantle either.

Woo. hope you're happy with this and tihs wasn't more than you bargained for. i'm a bit insane about this.

[spiribia]

[unexploded anon] first of all about the protags: yes. yeag. ur right. that aside you cant really... make any interesting decisions in fo4? which also leads to that fixed character feel. sure you can decide which faction to join but thats it. you dont get several ways of solving things like the nv moon quest for example. as soon as they went teehee no more karma and a voiced protag it was so over.

that aside my biggest grievance with bethany esdas version of fo(esp 4)is that they simply cannot write anything that isnt "the world was destroyed and it sucks now also the brotherhood of steel is here". theyre sooo scared to move on from it— or perhaps they are just afraid to say anything? a big point of fo1 and 2 and nv is bad thing happened how do we move on from that. they rebuild! they have huge cities! theyve started printing money again by fo2! things arent great sure but they are developing!

the plot in the new show revolves around who threw the first bomb so we can all point our fingers at the real bad guy actually which feels like such a big misunderstanding to me and again shows that they simply cannot move on from the hoho! big war happen! plot. they even went and nuked the big settlements so theyre back to that status quo and its just so LAME. wheres the hopeful spark of humanity in this. wheres anything that isnt just hehe bomb go boom heres the brotherhood of steal (while simultanously yassifying the ghouls so they look less scary as if they arent a direct result of the horrors of war youre so fixated on gg)

[unexploded anon] i guess theres nothing wrong with like. things that dont have to be deeper and you can just go and play fo4 and have fun with whats there but what always gets me is that it USED TO BE. cooler. it used to be cooler and had something to say and now its just an aesthetic to sell i guess.

sad! well theres always games from 1998 and nv to play.

definitely interesting to hear perspective from a first 2 fallouts enjoyer...this is a true war never changes moment. at this point i do think the brotherhood of steel and their big old promo material power armor is probably a brand recognition association with their brand. they do also seem to lean into marketable in-universe branding like the vault boy and nuka-cola but without the irony which is a critique i've seen a lot of that i'm inclined to agree with and also unfortunately kind of funny if i'm honest.

fo4 does seem like it could be fun if it's the sort of action game you're in the market for and i think if i was in the right mood it could be something i could've gotten further in. the universe contorted me into playing new vegas and only new vegas. i was so smoothtalked by todd howard's fallout 4 e3 presentation that i resolved to get it when it came out, and to bide the time before, got fallout 3 and found i could not get it to run on my laptop. i refunded 3 and begrudgingly got new vegas as a compensation, which ran like a dream, but i didnt get past the first time in my first attempt - i found the wasteland crunchy and unnerving with its evil beasts and thought "maybe fallout 4 will be more comforting - it's more colorful". then fallout 4 came out and i could not run it. so then i turned back to new vegas. and now i LOVE the crunchy wasteland and the evil beasts.

[teekays]

For the ask thing … np 💗💗💗

NP... thank you i was hoping someone would ask this one i have a LOT to say. clocking in to my shift at the she/her-ing male professional athletes factory

First impression

first impression was Wow Pretty but also i was not a flyers appreciator at the time so i was like well. okay. whatever. it was right around the time of the vegas trade and i was doubly not a vegas appreciator so even tho she was sooo gorg i wasn't super invested. also at one point between like getting into hockey and getting into tknp i made a joke tweet abt how we need an nhl player who listens to car seat headrest and one of my mutuals was like "we already have that it's nolan patrick" and that was like... a flame held to my soul. the interest really sparked there

Impression now

my best friend. my beaft. i think she is wildly misunderstood by a lot of people but the people who Get It really and truly get it... she's a princess she's just some guy she's a bitch she's a lover she's a child she's a mother she's a sinner she's a saint. i love it when girls are kind of mean and love to lie and get embarrassed over the tiniest things like having normal human emotions and they actually care so much despite trying really hard to look like they don't care <3 i love that she's very like... very guarded and reserved (or attempts to be) but also sometimes you catch moments of her like not being able to help her reactions. betrayed by your own fond smiles and blushy cheeks!!! i also think she is much sillier than we give her credit for and that is underutilized. locker room dance you will always be famous

Favorite moment

aforementioned locker room dance... "dove original. it's ladies"/"it's not ladies. but it is dove original.".... all of her old tweets especially "now THATS a sandwich people".... "don't ask about my rosy cheeks".... also signing nico's name at the draft. are you gay or something

Idea for a story

it's a cop out to say vip room so i will say i have a silly little draft going about computer repair secretary tk and Watching Gay Porn About His Sexuality Crisis nolpat that is making me giggle alyssa edwards style as i write it

Unpopular opinion

SHE IS FINEEE SHES NOT SAD SHES NOT CRYING HERSELF TO SLEEP EVERY NIGHT we need to put an end to the nolan patrick sadposting industrial complex. she is living her life. she's hanging out w friends. and the trade was actually a good thing! philly was kind of a terrible place for him to be w all his injuries and stuff because their doctors were shit and there were a lot of issues w privacy and stuff and people just being kinda mean about him that imo was unproductive! a fresh start is a good thing! even if it means you have to leave your weird little soulmate haven't you guys ever heard of phone sex. also yeah estrogen would fix her

Favorite relationship

i am obviously a tknp diehard til i die like absolutely perfect vibes. my exact type of pairing i always fall for. that being said the nico nolan dynamic was sooo good to me she was really out there blushing and giggling in front of god and everyone trying to get a good grade in Making A Cute Boy Laugh. and she DID!

Favorite headcanon

i know he lies about not enjoying a fruity little cocktail. i know it in my heart. get the lychee martini nolan it's FINE

[cybertron-after-dark]

Hiiii could i request megatron x bulkhead headcanons, either prime or animated, if thats ok 🙏

You are based as fuck.

We're gonna go with animated just because I think the chemistry is a liiittle better in my personal opinion.

I'm not gonna lie this one kinda got outta hand. Runaway moderate angst train. If you wouldve rather gotten something lighthearted and fluffy, just shoot me another ask and I can do that too.

-Bulkhead takes awhile to get past the whole incident where Megatron kidnapped him. Threatening his friends like that was not very cash money of him, and Bulky holds a mean grudge. Its gonna have to be a good long while after the conflict dies down for them to be okay with being anything more than just tense ex-enemy acquaintances.

-If a truce happens, in the very least between team prime and team megs, it's likely that a part of that will be rebuilding what got destroyed in the battles, forcing the two to interact. Megatron tries to be amicable. Bulkhead's having none of it.

-xXx-

"Bossbot may be buying your whole guilt ridden bleeding spark schtick, but I know better. You're bad news. Always have been, always will be. You just act like the good guy and hope people forget all the awful things you did if you feel sorry for yourself enough. So rebuild all you want. Act like you care. I know deep down, the only thing you really want is to destroy."

"...You aren't entirely off the mark, Autobo- Bulkhead. I am... Not a good person. I never was. And no matter what I do, it seems I cannot change what I am: Manipulative, violent, aggressive, I simply don't know how to be anything else. But... I had always hoped if I cannot be good, I can at least put all the bad in me to use towards a good cause."

"Yeah? Well some good you did starting a slaggin' war."

"Oh, Bulkhead... We didn't start it."

-xXx-

-One history lesson later, and Bulkhead is still massively skeptical and still pretty angry over every shitty thing the decepticons did, but he's seeing it less as black and white. Especially after corroborating with ratchet to make sure Megatron wasn't just making shit up about Warframes being mistreated.

-Bulkhead catches himself actually feeling pretty bad for what Megatron went through. He knows first servo what it's like being written off as nothing but a force of destruction. It doesn't excuse what he did, but he can't help himself from being sympathetic.

-Megatron genuinely wants Bulkhead to see his own worth and potential. To Megs, Bulkhead is this sweet, pretty, young thing that's been told time and time again by Autobot society that he's unintelligent, oversized, unappealing, and only good for breaking stuff, when every single one of those things is untrue. And it breaks his spark a little seeing the guy beat himself up when he's got so much to offer.

-It takes Bulkhead a long time to drop his guard at all around Megatron. At least a few months after their initial conversation. But when they do start talking, Bulky comes to the very conflicting conclusion that when Megatron isn't being a ruthless tyrant, he's actually... Pretty normal? He's just a guy. Classy, sarcastic, witty, actually pretty funny when e wants to be. All things considered, he's good company. And he can't really deny that the guy has quite a bit of charm.

-the bot-con truce is... Tentative. Tense. Both sides do what's agreed upon and they don't interact beyond what's necessary, for the most part. Nobody's really tried to, until Bulkhead asked Megatron to hang out on Dinobot Island after their shift fixing an overpass starscream crashed into. Needless to say, Megatron was extremely confused, but so endeared he couldn't say no.

-xXx-

"Why Bulkhead, just the two of us alone on a deserted island? It almost seems as though you're asking me on a date."

"W-well I mean- it was just supposed to- I mean i- ...did you want it to be a date?"

-xXx-

-from then, they start seeing each other pretty regularly, though they try to keep it low key. Don't need the team asking too many questions. Bumblebee would be insufferable about it if he found out Bulkhead's been dating the resident warlord.

-Megs actually takes interest in Bulkhead's art. The visual arts have been a core part of Decepticon culture since the Great War started, although usually with much bleaker themes than what Bulkhead makes. It's a nice reminder to him that self expression can be soft, and sweet, rather than a grim reminder of something awful.

-Bulkhead thinks it's really funny that Megatron doesn't know all that much about Earth, and what he does know is taken pretty far out of context. His attempts to introduce the con to videogames have been comedy gold. The big scary Decepticon tyrant can't figure out the controls half the time, and the pokemon type matchup chart is entirely beyond him.

-Bulkhead has gotten Megatron with Deez Nuts at least twice.

-Megatron loves that Bulkhead is so round and cuddly, especially because his Autobot status make him pocket sized to a bigass Warframe like megs. He's very friend shaped, perfect for picking up and snuggling up to, which leaves Bulkhead, invariably, flustered as all hell every time.

-its not a perfect relationship by any means. There's trust issues on both sides. Bulkhead is still always nervous Megatron might go back to being evil, and Megs is always worried whether this sweet Autobot might give into fear and shun him. They can both be stubborn as mules when they want to be, so it takes them a long time to make up after fights. But at the end of the day, Megatron has enough life experience to know letting petty squabbles tear someone away from you is a horrible thing, and Bulkhead went into the relationship knowing Megatron is flawed and often frustrating. They make it work.

-For all Megatron talks of letting Bulkhead see how wonderful he really is, Bulkhead wishes Megatron would practice what he preaches. The con seems to really believe his very existence is a sin he has to atone for, that he has to fix the universe just to make up for being in it. His insistence that he's an awful person is a self fulfilling prophecy, and bulk just wishes he could see that for what it is.

[natashasbitxh]

To the anon asking you if they're a racoon for feeling the Shaynse, YES YOU'RE A RACCOON!!!!! (In Chance voice) 'cause that's how I feel about it, you can help it, it's just happens.

Now I have to said it I tried to watch sword af but I got stuck in the first video, so Idk if I would watch it completely, maybe if I get out of videos to see, I would end up watching the sword af videos completely.

Also I watched some of the old ones, the chicken video one, where that actually give a vibe to the characters from love is blind hahahaha. I think I started this journey this week to be honest. I really don't understand how it happened, I think I stopped watching smosh like last month and this Monday y started again and basically all the Smosh games videos that were uploaded, I don't remember how but I have the love is blind really as a huge video for me, it made me laugh like no other in the games videos, so I didn't look for the ship tag 'cause I didn't know how or what name it would have. And the one day before the theater video came I actually ended watching love is blind again, I went really crazy, the first time the plot twist was crazy hahahahaha and how everything is like: “oh we're straight but we figure it out”, it's so funny to me for some strange reason.

And now I'm here on Tumblr waiting for people to talk about it, thanks for recommending the teletubbies, I think I watched all the reunion by now, I watched the pumpkin live too and other's lives where they're in. My love for the lives it's just how soft they're, just that. Softness.

The theater kid video, my love for redacted and Sarah Christ would have been the otp for me, but Shaynse took it all, I read all the comment and it's crazy how some minutes of interactions take to see that it's a powerful dynamic what this two be having (which is not bad) is a good thing, even Shayne said in the Smosh mouth year episode where he keeps interrupting Chance because he keeps relating to him, for me it like they have more in common that they thing, that was my highlight of that video, there's a lot of moments I know, but I know you know, so I just feel like we don't need to process those ('cause I will go crazy for the fact that Shayne is so shy and actually gets nervous some times and stutters when trying to answer to Chance hahahaha this man is a treasure).

Going back to the theater video, I just feel Shayne nervousness in all that part, it's so funny hahahaha, I love how everyone is looking at them, like it's the first time they ever interacted hahahah Idk why but it's so funny. AND THE FACT THAT SOMEONE READ THAT FIC AND FIX IT TO ACTUALLY BE IN THE VIDEO, WHO EVER DID THAT, THANK YOU SO MUCH, that the real one, they really have to read that... I'm going insane.

I confess I been watching some videos twice or three times, (I'm going feral like a raccoon if you ask me hahaha) I really love that ask that anon send you.

I guess that's it, today I'll watch more videos if I see something I'll share them here. I hope we get more fun moments.

And my question is, what is your fav video where they're in? And why? Do you feel like they need a playlist soon? Share your thoughts, I'm always pleasant to read everything about what you see in them. Because the spark is there (as a good thing) they just need to shine a little bit more.

Honestly raccoon is a perfect way to describe it

If u don't like sword af that is totally fine!! Not for everybody and thats okay!

tbh that a little vague😭 but my first thought was the vid where they're on a team flipping the chicken? Cause they're great in that vid!

Oh that's so great that u got back into smosh! The love is blind ep truly is such an important vid for me! Rlly showed me how great the smoshblr community is 🫶 Yh they're hilarious in that vid too!! Shayne came to serve drama and he did JUST THAT!!

Thats great! Did u enjoy the reunions? There truly is gold in those and they deserve more love, I miss them!! (Although they do get a lot of love on certain areas of the internet) I rlly miss the improv style vids they used to do on smosh main, where they kept laughter in! I guess the love is blind vid felt a little bit like that, cause they're playing characters? Idk

Oh I LOVE them in lives, I eat it up everytime they're so sweet in those!

I just gotta say I LOVE redacted and Sarah christ too, and it was so fun to see a mutual's fanfic make it in the vid! Yh, I think the fanfic vid rlly did bring a few more ppl to shaynse nation and I think that's so fun!

Yes, they are actually quite similar!! AND YES THE NERVOUSNESS AND STUTTERING!! SOMEBODY PULL UP THE "DID I LOOK GOOD IN MY WEDDING DRESS" CLIP!!!

Yh, Shayne is like uncharacteristically nervous!! Kinda crazy and rare to see within a smosh vid! Can't stop thinking abt the journey the fanfic would've had to get thru to get there...thank you to the author🫡

oh I rewatch smosh vids all the time, especially ones theyre in! Ur not alone!!

Yes, share anymore thoughts u have! I hope we get more moments too!

ooo my fav vid..I'm gonna have to say two! First off, the love is blind vid because it's such a classic and is iconic! When that came out I literally went crazy, shaynse day lives in my hear forever! And I think they're so fun in that vid, they're both competitive so when they got coupled up they were genuinely trying so hard to match! But I also have to say a low key one I love is the smoshmouth ep where they talk abt past jobs, there's a lot of sweet moments in that! And the intro of "Chanse, thanks for being here" "Thanks for having me", is literally the cutest and most gentle thing ever!! And also since u mentioned them not rlly insulting each other, my mind has been blown because also in that intro Shayne is quick to say something like "There's no rules rlly." In a kinda defense of Chanse, I just think that's sweet!

I'd love to hear ur fav vid and why!

I'm curious abt what u mean by playlist? Like a music or a vid playlist? I actually have both of those! I've just not shared yet cause I created both of them on personal accounts, I may make new accounts so I can share them at some point but idk!

Thank you for sharing ur thoughts anon! Yes, their spark needs to be explored!

[that-tall-queer-bassist]

Heyy tumblr user ThatTallQueerBassist, hope you're doing well today!! I'd like to propose #9 for the prompt game, mainly because I've been obsessed with limited life recently and I feel like that prompt is very fitting. No pressure to do anything that doesn't spark your interest, but I thought this one would be fun (´ ∀ ` *)

-Birb <3

:D hi!!

I had so much fun writing this, and I hope it meets your expectations? I went for something that has angst implied if you know the context (the disaster that was session three XD) but it ended up being a lot lighter than I expected, so I hope thats okay!

It kinda got away from me, and its over 500 words so I'm gonna put a line break before it, to spare the dashes of anyone who doesn't want to read it XD

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Grian was sick, and exhausted. 

But he couldn’t rest, not in a death game. 

Not in a game where his time is slowly trickling away, deadline growing closer and closer with every misstep, every death.

But the other Bad Boys wouldn’t have it. 

“Grian! You need to go back to bed and rest up!” Joel blocked the doorway with his body, not letting Grian pass him. 

“I’ll be fine, I just need to walk it off- Would you move? You’re in my way.”

Joel moved to block him again, holding him still with his hands on Grians shoulders. “No way, you’re sick, and not ‘easy fix’ sick, sick-sick. You’re going back to sleep.”

“I’m going outside!” Grian glared up at Joel, willing to fight for his freedom. How dare he try to keep Grian from going where he wants-

“You’ll make Jimmy sad if you don’t rest.”

That made Grian pause, because oh. He hadn’t thought about Jimmy, how he would feel if Grian ‘didn’t take care of himself’. And what if Grian made Jimmy or Joel sick? If they caught it while he was still sick theyd be vulnerable.. 

“Fine. But I want to rest outside!”

“Let me make you a bed and I’ll allow it.”

“Make me a hammock and we’ve got a deal.”

“You’re a menace.”

“You love it”

Joel rolled his eyes but didn’t deny it.

Jimmy returned from visiting the Mean Gills soon after Joel finished.

Grians smug smile peeked over the edge of the woolen hammock, and made Jimmy laugh when he saw it. 

“The pesky bird got a swing?” Delight colored his voice, always happy with the little additions to their base. 

Joel scoffed. “The pesky bird got a cold, and insisted on resting in the sun. Vitamin D and all that.”

Jimmy’s face dropped, and he hurried over to Grian, hands out but not touching like he didn’t know what to do with them. “Is there anything you need? I can go get it, did you drink water? I’ll go get you some water.” 

Grian watched him leave, mouth still open from failing to respond fast enough to the quick paced questions.

Joel laughed at him, teasing him about being part fish instead of bird. Grian stuck his tongue out in retaliation

Jimmy returned with a glass and a bucket of clean water, going above and beyond like he always tries to. 

After Grian drank enough to placate Jimmy, Joel said, “You should take a nap.”

“But what if something happens?”

Joel’s face softened. “We’ll watch over you. Just leave it to us, okay?” His words rung like a bell, solemn and promising. 

“Alright,” Grian sat up straighter, just for a second so they could see his face better, know he meant it. “I’m trusting you. Please don’t make me regret it.”

Joel smiled, an unhinged, feral looking thing. “What could possibly make you that?” 

Jimmy started disagreeing, promising they’ll do their best and that no Bad Boy Plans™ would be put into action while he was recovering. 

But Grian was already fading, letting his head droop until his head was cushioned by his arms and a blanket. 

He could trust them. 

They’d keep him safe.

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[secretexpertsoul]

the number y

first you have to ask yourself am i okay with who i see in the mirror

acceptance seems to be the key to a door hidden beyond plain sight guiding souls flowing through a wave of horror so beautiful children enjoy the sounds of the firecrackers even when its not the 4th.

acceptance comes with honesty honesty with self first big god already knows you , the journey is about you accepting god accepting you acceptin you accepting life as it is never knowing yet knowing possibilities and seeing paths seen unknown to others traveling through the same wave>

acceptance of "flaws" "imperfections" and the like the "goods" "wonderfuls" and betweens

sex isnt always a devious thing its a power as is gender the rhythm and vibration sharing emotions

in a dark place life is a creation of the mind like laying to sleep door closed creating a separation of darkness light off creating a second darkness eyes closed in tripple darkness

what happened to you to help you make your life like this what are your parts hold your part then let it go because the othe side isnt yours to hold

and then your favorite song comes on if not your favorite one that sparks some memory thats been stuffed accept it hold it let it know you accept it then let it go

now to be honest low way down in the depth of the mind most people area little mad some sad some rad even it isn't about exposing those parts of mankind as much as it is respecting a closed door a child should be able to be a child until the child asks questions the adult is then responsible for their answers becoming either guide or demise in better cases the child is blessed and doesnt need much if any those people are truthfully who this book is about lmao ;

the most honest thing we could say is that its a lot easier to rush things in life being anxious can be a good thing thinking about the future and seeing the possibilities in it and moving toward it are another

the mind is a complex thing it doesnt even fully grasp itself it fears itself wondering if an implosion is a viable option anxiety based off current perception

sitting here writing this tho we are at some sort of peace thoughts flow in and around about me noggin listening to music on shuffle always hoping the lyrics can explain the number y

thinking past "mistakes" and lessons can be fixed or changed making it rain harder than the last time the world was like it is something past psychward "crazy" and spiritually disrespectful very aware and in tune with "self" enough in the current moment life is as it needs to be ; it has yet to become more holding on to pain can become toxic is the wound is not healed in most cases, letting go is the healing .

every thug needs a hug though darkened under deep emotions like a leviathan of your own mind terrorizing your own self why you do this lmao let your light shine shawty itll look cooler in those waters same time you cant see the predators like anger and jealousy lurking to drag you further into the depths of subconcious thought.

hug it out you dont have to thug it out alone thats why things are here for us to do stuff with

procreators bring forth life real potential behind patience learning loyalty in times of distress in order out of the chaos of the mind

when a life becomes separate from itself its like bathing in subconcious waters solitude on a boat is one thing isolation on the island another does it really matter what others think why does it matter to you why are you separate go past skin level sight and see a soul for once usually because once "self" realizes everyone wants all parts or whatever they want from the self

what does self want?

[superblysubpar]

Hi Taylor, hope all is well with you. This is a bit random so please feel free to ignore this if you'd prefer.

Do you have any advice for someone experiencing writer's block? I have so much trouble trying to string a single sentence together. It's gotten that bad and idk, I just felt like asking. Sometimes I feel it's helpful to read about what other writer's think about writing in general. Sometimes I feel seen and sometimes I end up learning something new so I'd love to hear if you've found anything that has been helpful to you when it comes to writing.

First of all no, please send me messages like this all the time!! I also feel like I learn more and really that's what a community is all about. Send questions and thots and music and just whatever your heart desires!

Also, god it really really sucks. I'm sorry you're having trouble even getting a sentence out, believe me, I get it. For me, it's really really different every time it hits. I'm so sorry this is so long, but maybe it'll help you or someone else so I wanted to be thorough! 💛

1. Sometimes, I need to read - read other fanfic, read different books of a variety of genres. This helps spark that 'goddamn I wanna write something that makes people the way I feel when I read this!' inspiring feeling...HOWEVER, for me personally, depending on my mood, this actually backfires and I start getting too in my head about comparison and doubt which ultimately blocks me more (but see note #7 to combat this)

2. Specifically for fanfic writing, I need to return to the source a lot of times! I realize I haven't watched the show in awhile, or if it's my other Fandom, I need to read the original books. Even though we're on Tumblr and we see gifsets and people writing about these characters and art, sometimes we need that original source material to spark something. If you're not writing fanfic and writing something original, this could even be returning to your outline, making a mood board for a specific scene/character/etc. Why did you want to write this story to begin with? Why did you fall in love with it? Why do you want other people to fall in love with it - what do you want them to take away when they finish it?

3. Water, food, change of scenery - it sounds silly and everyone says it, but sometimes your body just can't focus. Drink some water, take a bite of something and even go for a little walk around your house (outside is better for me but whatever works for you!)

4. Share it with someone! I'm super duper stubborn and feel like I have to fix the block myself and honestly sometimes thats just silly. Having someone read it or tossing out ideas with each other really helps! You need a writing community around you - and not just people who will tell you your shit rules (which of course you want to hear, but you need the balance - the people who will tell you what's working and what's not working)

5. Dump it out! Try to just literally throw any and every thought onto a page - whether it's a doc or hand written, a voice note, whatever. Don't worry about timeline and things flowing or making sense. Often times you're blocked on a part because something else is calling to you! Also, and this may be tough to hear - it may make you realize you're blocked because you need to blow up your entire plot. I can't tell you the number of times I was blocked on something because it just wasn't right. No matter how much I loved the scene, it didn't work, it wasn't in the right spot, etc.

6. Brackets!! And Comic Sans! It's silly, but I saw a thing that recommended typing in comic sans when you're blocked and sometimes this works for me? It's something about the font and your brain not taking it seriously? Also brackets. For when you're stuck you just literally type [and then Steve does something hot here but we move on to..] like filling in the part you're stuck on and come back to it.

7. This is my new favorite! I'll link the podcast below - but they're these wonderful women who make this podcast about screenwriting, but I think there is some crazy cool and beneficial advice for anyone wanting to write in general in their episodes.

But anyways, something they discussed has really helped me and that is: naming your doubt. Like literally giving her a name (they called her Miranda in the podcast) and telling Miranda "no sorry, that's not helpful, you don't get a seat at the table right now, we'll get back to you) AND THEN doing this amazing exercise when you're doubting. She uses an example of her student saying "isn't that too soap opreaey?" And so then she makes her student write the scene as soap opreaey as she can. And that ended up taking the pressure off while also pulling out some nuggets that she ended up really liking! Does that make sense? So just write whatever you're doubting to the extreme.They explain it much better in the podcast 😅

8. Going along with #7, find some writers or people you really admire on YouTube or podcasts or a book who are talking about writing! It's amazing how a little video or quick episode of listening to someone talk about writing passionately can spark something in yourself. It reminds you you're not alone but it can also give you a new way to approach something, etc.

9. Lastly, I'll just say, that in order to push past the block, you have to let go - whether that's pressure, doubt, etc. You have to give yourself grace and patience because the more you sit and stare at something that doesn't want to come out, the more frustrated and tight you get and the longer it'll take to come out. There's an interview with Taika Waititi, and I know I'm really butchering what he said, but it was something about even opening a word doc, staring at it and not typing a single thing, and then closing the doc that day, still makes you a writer. There are going to be days where it just doesn't come but that doesn't mean you're not a writer and that it'll never come!

I hope that helps anyone 💛 also here is the link to the podcast in case you're curious 🥰 happy writing!

[moonandsunwoo]

txt reaction to you moving in next door

# — pairing: txt x reader // strangers to smth

# — genre: fluuuuuff hi

# — warnings: none except a tale as old as time (that we love)

Another requested one!! Thanks for you kind words <3 i wasnt quite sure if thats what you meant (you said txt x reader so i assume a reaction with usual member specific sections) but if it isn‘t then feel welcomed to send another ask and specify! Im probably overthinking this but i just wanted to visualise my thought process (not that it was anyhow long). Have a nice week!

It is a bit longer than usual bc i wanted to include some sort of backstory! I am still scared of tumblr messing with my post as soon as i add a *read more* thingie, so i hope you can forgive me if i dont add one. If someone knows why it does that or how to fix (even better), please let me know!

Soobin — When you moved in, Soobin was thinking of preparing a welcoming gift - a little housewarming present you know. Especially because you would be right next door and he figured that with roommates like his, and their volume, it would be better to start off on a good note. Of course Beomgyu clowned him for it, but before Soobin could think twice, he‘d ring your doorbell with a bunch of flowers (he hoped seasonal but honestly he had no clue), and a box of muffins. Those he almost dropped when you opened the door however because oh my goddess you were cute- he almost forgot to introduce himself. When he returned to the dorm around a warm chat and a coffee in your half-furnished livingroom later, the redness of his cheeks had yet to fade and he (+ txtease) realised that this crush would probably remain for some time.

Yeonjun — He walked out the door one sunny day and straight into a huge box that was (a bit clumsily) placed in front of the it. You had apologised profusely and invited him for tea or coffee as a compensation for his poor foot. Little did you know that Yeonjuns foot had stopped hurting the second he had fully taken you in (which was fast) and he felt not mad but motivated to help you move in next to their dorm asap = so he could get to know you more also asap. And he did help, he carried boxes and lamps and bags into your new apartment, joking and discussing with you as if you and he had always been friends. You were so easygoing and friendly, Yeonjun felt drawn to you. Who knew that one misplaced box could be the start of such a cute friendship - or even further (but thats a story for another day)

Beomgyu — He heard suspiciously loud thuds from next door and decided to check it out. He heard from someone that they would get a new roommate (Beomgyu hoped for someone fun this time) so he assumed that the moving in would be the source of the concerning noises. He was absolutely correct, because the moment he was ringing your doorbell was the moment you singelhandedly decided to move your massive bed across the room. With more or less (less, significantly less) success however. So when you opened the door you were slightly out of breath, hair sticking up and face shiny — and Beomgyu almost cooed. He swore he had never seen something lovelier than you (and you thought the same, in all honesty, c’mon it’s Beomgyu) and immediately offered his help. Later he wondered if the universe really had to test his physical strength to such an extent but ultimately he wasn‘t complaining. Just like his self-proclaimed “minicrush“ wouldn’t stop growing after that :)

Taehyun — The two of you met in the lobby as strangers, entered the elevator as strangers and got off at the same floor as acquaintances. Or as “half friends” how Taehyun would describe it to his friends, not without feeling his heart warm a bit. When both of you pressed the same button it sparked a conversation and a laugh, and somehow the two you just clicked instantly! Taehyun felt grateful that you were the new neighbour and excited to spend more time with you. A frequent thing he’d do, was coming over to help you set up furniture or decorate. He always said he just liked doing stuff like this, but in reality he came for time spent together afterwards. A bit tired from the work and hungry, but happy and in good company, just glad to have met the other one. (I SHIP IT)

Hueningkai — He had been relaxing at home when the doorbell made his heart jump slightly. Opening the door made his heart jump again - for a different reason this time. You had (after overthinking it twice) decided to visit all your neighbours on the same floor and introduce yourself, bringing a little treat. Nothing big, but homemade, and Hueningkai would never grow tired of praising the taste. Like literally, he wouldn’t. stop. That was partly also because his brain short-circuited the second he invited you into their dorm, simply because you were so pretty and he was so not prepared for it. He also completely forgot you would be moving in so all he could really say with confidence, is that your gift tastes excellent (because it did) and since it seemed to make you smile and relax a bit, Kai decided to tap the full potential of it. Look he’s a shy boy, but shy never stopped a friendship from blooming (the lack of effort does tho, btw) and it surely didn’t stop yours from blossoming, trust me.

© moonandsunwoo

[stellawolfearts]

LISTEN, this is my inerpretation. if u dont see the things i do thats fine. idc. u have ur thoughts i have mine.

this is how i see macaque.

which ik most ppl wont see it the way i do and thats fine.

idk man hes pathetic but in a really really sad way.

He's self destructive, he's spiteful, angry, manipulative. hes an asshole.

but i like to think he's also loyal, caring and family oriented.

i have next to nothing to prove my coming claims but. here

say he was on ffm with wukong, lived there. before any immense trauma. He has wukong, he had friends, family. people he cares about.

but then wukong leaves.

the hunters come and take everyone from him. wukong comes back and brings a war. then ffm's burned down and everything he had left is gone.

reduced to ash.

so he goes to the only person he has left. he literally has NOTHING, other than Wukong. so he tries to find her. only to be told to leave. he's finnaly found the only thing he still cares about the only thing he has left and swk wants him to leave.

desperate he tries to antagonize the group to get them to kick out wukong again. doesnt work. he tries to kill trip. he ends up dead.

so in his last moments, he died with nothing, the only spark of hope he thought he had hasnt saved him. no it just. destroyed him.

so then he's revived. he still has nothing.

all he has is hate for swk. thats it. vengance spite and a need to survive. that will make anyone the asshole he is today.

but like. i see potential to be better. and caring. he needs to get his shit togethor but, if he had a friend. (cough-Mk-Cough) then i think he could pull himself togethor. not for his sake, but for this stupid kid that he's hurt yet still reaches out an olive branch. the only one he's seen in over a thousand years.

thats mostly why i like the mk and macaque dynamic

cause, mk isnt macaques fix. no. its more so. a reason for Macaque to pull himself back togethor.

Macaque has mostly never really had a reason, his only motivation fro anything is vengance against wukong and not dying. thats, a really sad life.

but if he has some other motivation like, doing something good bc mk would be proud, not doing something bc mk will be dissapointed and that first step can be a way to, help himself...help himself.

he just needs some other reason, something to live for other then vengance and then one day, one day he can make more friends, make up with wukong. pull himself back togethor after losing everythin. even hismelf

yeah.

[chewwypepsicola]

You kinda got into it in a recent ask, but I want all the tea: why does Chosen resent Second? Did that start pretty much as soon as they met or did it grow as they learned a bit more about each other? It’s not a take on their dynamic that I’m used to seeing so I’m really curious to see it explored!

THATS A GOOD QUESTION, my thought process for it was that Chosen knows Second is basically their younger sibling since, Alan PC, Hollowhead, it’s kind of easy to put the dots together that Alan drew intentionally or not another one just like him and Dark, he doesn’t gather much information from the quick interactions he has w him like, hell they don’t even know each others names until later! Chosen thinking back and noticing that all of these stickfigures just kind of coexists along w Alan is kind of telling to him, if he were to treat them like he treated him and Dark back in the day why would any of them go back w him willingly?

It gets him thinking, so when Second starts to come and visit to check on them he probably at first thinks that the kid is running away or something, but nope, he’s not very talkative himself but i imagine that he makes small questions about why he’s visiting how it is living in the PC that sort of stuff but over some time cause his social battery drains after a couple of questions, Second of course being the guy that he is over shares more than enough for Chosen to realize “oh okay so first of all he has no idea who we are, he definitely doesn’t know we share the same creator, absolutely oblivious to his powers and also for some reason just gets to hang out freely at the pc okay yeah sure whatever” he tries his best to not let it bother him but i guess a personality like his and a personality like Second's definitely crash a lot and he gets tired of him easily (which is fine since Dark then gets to grow closer to Second and stuff)

All of this is like happening over long periods of time too btw like months maybe. Dark probably is the one that asks Second how did he get on Alan’s good side and Second, a little bewildered, tells him about the events of AvA 4, which Chosen of course gets to hear since he’s sneaky like that, “so he killed your friends and only keeps you around cause you’re useful what a surprise he hasn’t changed at all” (Chosen has issues) Second clearly doesn’t think of it that way but both Dark and Chosen do cause. Personal experience. They never bring that pov up out of respect cause if it isn’t broken don’t fix it, but i think that eventually Chosen does grow this resentment and bitterness towards Second, probably what sparks their big argument is Chosen telling Second that he’s only alive cause he is useful, Second of course doesn’t take this well, stuff happens, we love drama.

Hope that made sense hahah, thank you for indulging me :3 here's a freebie