#i’ll take whatever crumb you throw at me

[fingertipsmp3]

Does anyone else just like… not give a fuck if they’re chopping vegetables evenly

[hyunebunx]

DENI!!! i've been a little bit out of here 😣😣 but i received the notif of your post......... the soft thought ( more like domestic details, which i love ) is painting hyune's nails. you do not know how to properly do it, because the nail polish always lands on the skin surrounding the nail, and even if you try to do a desing, like a little flower w a couple of points, it ends up all messed up. imagine a quiet afternoon, after watching some tv show, all cozy and warm, and he offers you his nails to practise a little bit. even if you mess it up again, he might actually paint yours and try to follow the same messed up pattern to go matching 🥺

⁺ 𖹭 . genre: fluff and even more fluff!!

⁺ 𖹭 . a/n: MARS!! i wrote this in one go, istg this is the cutest idea ever :( thank you for helping me and letting me write soft hyune fluff, this fixed me fr. i hope you enjoy, my love <333

“Can I do it?” You ask, eyeing his clean nails as Hyunjin reaches up to fix his face mask before doing the same with yours, making sure neither of your headbands fell too low on your foreheads.

“Hm?” He hums, smoothing the thin layer of the sheet mask on your already smooth skin, smiling once your eyes meet. “Do what?”

“Your nails.” You nod towards them, catching one of his hands and bringing it to your lips to peck the back of it, much to his displeasure as the action moves the mask around your face awkwardly. Even so, he was so close to you on the tiny couch that you could feel his heart beating wildly, betraying his true feelings.

Hyunjin tries not to smile too brightly as he nods, fondness clear as day in brown eyes even in the dim light of the living room. “Knock yourself out, baby.” He was never one to reject you, no matter how silly or out of pocket your requests were. Hyunjin would move mountains for you, after all, if that meant you’d be happy forever and keep smiling for him until the day he took his last breath.

The tv ran idly in the background, a rerun of one of your favorite shows as you got to work, gently placing both of your boyfriend’s hands in your lap. His small collection of nail polish was laid before you on the coffee table, accompanied by a file, a bag of cotton pads and nail polish remover. Just in case, you know.

Gently taking one of his hands, you subconsciously intertwine your fingers together as you look over the bottles, brainstorming. Hyunjin takes this moment of silence as an opportunity to reach over and turn on one of lamps by the couch, providing you with more light.

“What are you thinking?” His voice is low, not wanting to disturb you, softly pulling his hand away to massage your palm instead.

“Ladybug nails.”

“What?” He laughs, scooting closer.

You nod, reaching for the bottle of red nail polish. Not like you had many options to begin with, Hyunjin’s palette was limited – something you’d never thought you’d say.

“Your nails are always so dark, I was thinking of doing a cute design for a change.”

He arches a dark brow. “You could use white.”

You pause, tearing your gaze from the bottle to stare at him blankly. “Ladybugs aren’t white.”

The laugh that escapes him has your heart double in size, feeling all warm and fuzzy as he throws his head back in genuine amusement, finding you even more endearing than usual. “Alright, ladybug, do whatever you please. I’ll stop interfering.”

And he keeps his promise, quiet as a mouse as you begin painting his nails, attention stolen by the tv and the snacks you’ve prepared for your weekly movie night. Hyunjin has mastered the art of eating with a face mask on, no crumb landing anywhere near and messing it up. There was nothing he couldn’t do, it seemed.

You’re almost done with his one hand when he slowly reaches to remove your face mask, joining his on a napkin on the table. Usually, he’d also massage the remaining serum into your skin but you could tell he didn’t want to bother you from your new favorite past time. A past time you weren’t particularly skilled in, the nail polish getting everywhere around his nail and even on your clothes, staining the material.

“Uh…” Hyunjin turns to you, wondering why you were sounding so disheartened. “I think I messed up.”

Bringing his hand to eye level, Hyunjin studies your work curiously, analyzing every brush stroke and the big, blotchy black spots that were supposed to be polka dots. The colors were everywhere, on his cuticles and even further down to his knuckles. You’ve mostly stuck to the area around the nail so he couldn’t understand how a black spot managed to go that far.

“Baby, are the ladybugs trying to escape?” He smiles, holding back laughter.

You pout and he leans over to plant smooches on both of your cheeks, trying to make you feel better. “Don’t make fun of me, I tried my best.”

Hyunjin nods, grabbing the black polish from your hand. “I can see that.” Without warning, he starts applying it down his index finger in a strange pattern, causing your mouth to fall open in shock. “And it looks great, love.”

You knew he was lying to try and make you feel better, there was no way he actually thought that.

Biting down on his plush bottom lip, he eventually puts the brush away and gets a hold of your hand before pressing the back of his onto yours, squeezing lightly. You’re so confused that no words escape you, wondering if this was his way of getting back at you for messing up his nails and getting his hand all dirty.

“Done!” He beams, looking so much younger with his hair all pushed back and bare face, cozy and cuddly in his soft pajamas. “Now we match.”

Looking down, you realize the pattern he drew on himself was now on your hand too, tiny lines and spots resembling even tinier footsteps. A ladybug’s footsteps. Or tracks, actually.

Forget beating, your heart almost bursts out of your chest and latches onto him, first his cheek and then plump lips, smooching the area before intertwining with his own and running away together like two forbidden lovers. Hyunjin brought so much needed light into your life, you could barely believe he was real and not a fragment of your rich imagination.

“The ladybug that ran away from my nail has found its way home to you.” He finally laughs, eyes two crescent moons. “It’s silly, please forgive me.”

“Silly?” You blurt out, dragging him by the hand just so he can fall into your waiting arms, hugging him tightly. “It’s only silly if you don’t actually draw a cute ladybug on my hand now.” His arms sneak around your middle, face hiding in your chest as yours move over his shoulders, breathing in the scent of him.

“Only if you do my other hand.” He murmurs, placing a linger kiss right above your beating heart.

You can’t help but grin, thankful for having such a kind person by your side. “Deal!”

[illusioncanthurtme--art]

im curious, why do you like fiddlestan?

i like them in theory (all the pain potential, jeez!) but i feel like i'm missing something very obvious

Oh boy, you’re about to open pandoras box with this one -

I’ve liked fiddlestan for a LONG time, almost a decade now, (EXHIBIT A!!!), and honestly, I’ll admit that the ship is mostly based on speculation. So maybe you’re not missing something obvious, maybe I’m just delusional. I can’t speak for everyone, all I can do is explain why I like it: because it’s deeply rooted in several layers of irony. 

It’s ironic because fiddleford spent the better part of a YEAR dealing with fords nonsense. (And I KNOW, it’s not all bad, but really, especially if you read journal 3, that poor man was put through a LOT. He was definitely taken advantage of, at LEAST a little.) And after grappling with the acceptance that your longtime friend and unrequited love will never return your feelings, having lost the man to some crazy otherworldly nightmare machine, who shows up?? But his TWIN BROTHER who’s HUMBLE and KIND and TEN TIMES MORE DOWN TO EARTH?? It’s ironic, because they don’t know each other, yet they both have years of history with the same person who’s wronged them, and, they can make out about it!! THEY CAN FUCK TO SPITE HIM!! Stan stole his brothers name (and committed multiple crimes under said name), stole his house, and stole his research partner!! And… it's ironic because it’s Grunkle Stan and old man Mcgucket. That needs no elaboration.

(these are all my personal takes/headcanons! Like I said, this ship is based solely on interpretation, so I’m sure a lot of fiddlestanners like fiddauthor too. There’s like a billion different ways to interpret this ship.)

Also -

Their personalities are surprisingly similar when you stop and think about it!! You put those two in the same room, and they’d come up with some highly devilish scams together. They both have moral codes that are a little… ambiguous. And… I can’t believe I’m gonna pull this out as *canon fiddlestan documentation* but these are the kind of crumbs we’re working with here: MABELS DREAM IN THE SOCK OPERA CREDITS!!!! Although it’s not something that actually happened, and it’s just a reference to statler and waldorf, they are IN CHARACTER!! I think this is how they would actually act together if they were friends!! Just two old dudes, hanging out together watching tv, making fun of whatever they’re watching. If you’re in the room, you might get roasted too. Just a couple of old farts. It makes me so happy to think about. 

No fiddlestan rundown post would be complete without the fandoms EXTREME STRAW GRASP at Old Goldie and the Flame Retardant Raccoon. Soos calls mcgucket a “prospector guy,” amongst the other obvious comparisons you can make between fiddleford and goldie. Goldie is something stan used to like a long time ago, but he’s all old and fucked up now, best to throw him away and forget about it. BUT, as it turns out, there’s still good in that old thing after all. SO LETS GET MARRIED IN VEGAS!!!! It’s an extreme stretch, but… It’s a fiddlestan trope that they, at some point, have a crazy night of fun+romance in vegas together.  And I personally like to think that they return when they’re older+happy and tie the knot for reals. The raccoon speaks for itself - it’s one of the ways you can compare stan to a raccoon. And of course, mcgucket's raccoon wife. 

This is where it starts to get a little angsty, and if you “get all the pain potential” then you may have already given this some thought - but why does stan treat fiddleford the way he does if they used to love each other? The whole “UGH, this guy” comment in land before swine, looking all uncomfortable around him in fight fighters, choosing the spot furthest from where mcgucket lotions himself at the pool, and the “possum breath” comment in the last episode (and fiddleford actually has the mental clarity to look perturbed after he says it). Stan is hurt!!! He’s upset!! If they used to be a Thing after the portal incident, something must have happened between them for fiddlefords mental illness to get the better of him, and for him to choose to erase both stan and ford from his memories. I, personally, think that it was deep rooted internal homophobia (being raised in the south, that runs deep), and being scared for getting too close to stan. They were getting too comfortable, and that scared him. What about his family? And tate? His son can never meet stan. He can never let his wife know. And all the paranormal fuckery incidents leading up to this that already weakened his mental state, the portal incident, already having zapped his brain a few times, would have sent him over the edge. So I’m thinking they would have gotten into a fight of some kind, and fiddleford would have stormed off. Thus leaving stan having to live in a town with the person he USED to love, who doesn’t remember him at all!!! What!!!!! That sucks!!!! Only upside to fiddlefords memory erasure is that it makes it easier for stan to pretend nothing ever happened. But it’s still not easy. Also, if word ever got out that old man mcgucket used to be his boyfriend, he would never be able to live it down. So he compensates by being an ass towards him. Fuck. 

But then!! If fiddleford has the chance to heal!!! (say… maybe… when the twins are on the stan o war II) then stan would come back to gravity falls and see fiddleford looking like the person he knew thirty years ago!!!! WHAT!?!?! CAN’T RUN FROM YOUR PAST FOREVER, CAN YOU!?!?! And you KNOW fiddleford would remember what happened with stan. How long can stan keep himself in denial?? And now we’re opening up the can of worms: how the FUCK does this information reach ford?? That your brother used to canoodle with your research partner and might STILL BE?? That has so much potential too. 

Ok I wasn’t expecting to write those last two paragraphs but it’s A BIG PART OF WHY I LOVE FIDDLESTAN!!! It’s a crazy fucking rollercoaster ride!!! This thing has so many angles!!! And that’s just MY fiddlestan interpretation - I’ve seen a lot of different takes on the sort of story that would transpire between these two. But no matter what you’re cooking, It’s always a LOT. 

There’s probably so so much I didn’t touch on here. If anyone else wants to throw in their two cents as to why they like fiddlestan, please, add something!!!

[wilbursprincess]

Okay so one, love your writing literally sm

Two, imagine being best friends with simpbur and heading to his place after a shitty date and he’s all like “hey, hey, it’s okay.. I can take care of you”

And yk.. it can lead to whatever!

- 💤 anon(?)

“I Can Take Care Of You”

Simpbur x Female Reader

Warnings: Really soft fluffy sex, Soft/ServiceDom!Simpbur

Thank you so much, new 💤anon! I’m a sucker for the ‘best friend helps you after a bad date/breakup’ trope, so thank you for fulfilling my little writer heart <3

Fic below cut!

“What’s wrong?” Wilbur says, frantically running up to me. “What happened?”

I sigh, rubbing my hands over my bare arms from the night chill. “That’s the last time I accept a ride from a guy I’m going on a first date with.”

“Who am I beating up?” He asks, brows knitting in concern as he wraps his jacket around my shoulders. “Did he do anything?”

Shaking my head, I let Wilbur lead me to his car, letting a sigh of relief as he buckles me into the front seat and I hear the front doors lock. “Tried to get me to go home with him, and doesn’t like being told no. Got out before he tried anything, but yikes.”

He cranks the heat, a wave of warmth washing over me as I snuggle into his jacket. “That bastard,” he sighs. “Thank you for calling me.”

“You’ve always been there for me,” I murmur affectionately, resting my head on Wilbur’s shoulder and breathing in his comforting scent, the same cologne and shampoo he’s used since I’ve known him. “Did I interrupt your evening?”

Snorting, Wilbur puts a loose arm around my shoulders. “Oh, definitely. A very exciting evening of shitty TV movies and frozen pizza. Care to join me, now that your plans have, uh, changed?”

“Absolutely,” I nod. “Mind lending me some of your clothes when we get to yours?”

“No problem,” he replies, backing out of the parking spot. “Might even dig some ice cream out of the freezer, too.”

“His number is blocked?” Wilbur asks as we head up the staircase to his apartment.

“Blocked it while planning my escape,” I laugh, tugging off my heels and carrying them up with me. “God, why did I wear heels on a date with a guy who’s barely 5 foot tall?”

Giggling, Wilbur unlocks his door. “He’s not worth your heels, princess.” He’s always called me princess, and recently, it had started sending heat between my thighs each time his British accent cooed it at me. “Right, let’s get you changed, and I just bought one of those veggie pizzas you like, want me to throw that in the oven?”

“Oh, absolutely,” I groan. “We didn’t even get to appetizers before I had to run, and I’m running off a vodka soda.”

He preheats the oven, yanking open the cupboard and tossing me my favorite crisps. “Go grab one of my hoodies and some sweats from my room, and I’ll get this ready for us, ok?”

Nodding, I shove a handful of crisps in my mouth on the way to his room, opening the door and sighing at the familiar sight. I’d often teased Wilbur for being a slob, his room covered in clothes and empty mugs, but right now, there was nothing more I wanted to see.

I tug off my dress, replacing it with one of his massive hoodies and an even baggier pair of sweatpants, his softest socks covering my feet. In his bathroom, I use his face wash to wash off my makeup, patting on some lotion and grabbing a stray rubber band to wrap my hair in a bun.

“There we go,” Wilbur says, smiling as I walk back in, munching on the crisps. “That’s the girl I’m more used to.”

I look down at my shapeless clothes, messy hair, and crisp crumbs stick to my lips. “What do you mean?”

“As much as you look amazing in a dress and heels, I love seeing the real you shine through. Wearing my clothes, using a rubber band as a hair tie.”

I’m not even sure how to respond to such a compliment, so I don’t. I just accept a can of soda and an outstretched arm, snuggling into his chest as he tosses a blanket over our laps. “Pizza’s in the oven, it won’t be too long,” he murmurs. “You feeling ok after your night?”

Embarrassingly, tears bubble in the corner of my eyes, and I try and sniff them back before Wilbur sees, but he wipes them away before I can turn away. “What’s with the tears?” he whispers, pulling me into his lap.

“I’m just sick of shitty dates with shitty guys,” I admit, wiping my eyes on his tshirt. “All I want is someone who knows me inside and out, loves me for who I am, and is good in bed. No, scratch that, someone who’s mediocre in bed, since apparently my standards are too high.”

Surprisingly, Wilbur brushes his lips against my cheek. “Hey, hey, it’s ok. I can take care of you.”

“W-what do you mean?” I whisper, heart pounding, hoping I didn’t mishear him.

“I know you sing in the shower, how you like the burnt bits on pizza, and that you feed all the stray cats behind your apartment because you feel bad they have to sleep in the rain,” he murmurs, eyes crinkling in amusement. “I’ve held your hair back while you’re throwing up in my bathroom after getting wine-drunk, I know the brand of tampons you like, and where you hide your vibrator.”

“You know where I hide my-?”

Wilbur presses a finger onto my lips. “Shush. I’m not done. That’s two out of three of your standards I’ve knocked out of the park.”

“What about the last one?” I challenge, face in a red flush just from the thought.

“Do you want me to tell you, or show you?” He smirks, hand fluttering on my thigh.

“Show me.”

From how flirty his words had been, I was expecting his lips to crash unceremoniously into mine, but that wasn’t the case. Wilbur was soft, gentle, and sweet, running his tongue across my lower lip before sliding it into the kiss. One of his hands rubs at the nape of my neck, the other stroking the curve of my waist under the hoodie, and I absolutely melt into his touch.

“You taste even better than I imagined,” he sighs, barely pulling back enough to get the words out. “Mmm.”

I giggle, nibbling on his lower lip. “I didn’t know you were such a good kisser.”

“I’m good at a lot of things,” Wilbur whispers in my ear, leaving a hickey just behind my ear. “You want me to show you some, baby?”

“Please,” I whine, tugging on the waistband off his sweats to try and free the growing bulge. “Show me, Wilbur.”

“Patience, sweetheart,” he chides, sliding two fingers into the band of my sweatpants. “Can I take these off?”

I nod, reaching down for my hem of his hoodie as he tugs off my sweats. “How long have you wanted to do this for?”

“Longer than I’d like to admit,” he says. “But I didn’t want to ruin our friendship.”

I smile. “Same here.”

We both stare at each other in the dim light, him panting over my almost-naked body.

“Please let me ruin it now,” he groans, rubbing himself between my thighs.

I grind back, both of us letting out high pitched whines. “Ask me that after I see how good that dick is.”

Wilbur pulls back for a moment, tugging down the front of his pants, the leaking length springing up and hitting his lower stomach.

“Of course you have a fucking huge dick,” I groan, making him snort. “My best friend of all these years has somehow managed to hide that from me.”

He leans down, pressing his shaft onto the wet spot on my panties. “And I can assure you that it feels even better.”

I tug my panties down my legs. “That’s two things you have to prove tonight, Wilbur. Don’t get ahead of yourself.”

“Do you want me to use a condom?” Wilbur asks, brows knitted in concern.

I shake my head. “I’m on birth control, and we all know neither of us have slept with anyone else in ages.”

“Sounds good to me,” he says softly, working me open with his fingers. “Tell me if I’m going too fast, it hurts, you’re uncomfortable, or-“

Kissing his forehead, I tilt Wilbur’s head back to look him in the eye. “Wilbur. You’re worrying.”

“How did you know I was worrying?”

“Your forehead always crinkles when you worry,” I say. “Relax. I promise. We both want this.”

He sighs. “I just want to make this perfect for you. You deserve it. You deserve the world.”

“You’re already making it perfect,” I reply, stroking my hand down his bare back. “Just be gentle, ok?”

“Anything,” he breathes. “For you.”

Wilbur pushes himself inside me gently, so gently, kissing me all over my face as I adjust to the feeling. One hand squeezes my hip, the other stroking the bare skin at my waist.

“I’m so full,” I groan out, wrapping my legs around Wilbur’s waist to tug him deeper. “Oh, God.”

He smiles, licking a stripe up my neck as we start to move together, finding a smooth, rocking rhythm.

“Mmm, we feel so good together, princess,” he praises, hooking one of my legs over his shoulders to hit me even harder. “You’re so wet.”

I’m surprised he’s touching me in all the right places, since from my past experiences, most guys aren’t exactly adept. But Wilbur was. Incredibly, in fact, not just shoving my own pleasure aside to get himself off.

Kisses turn into nibbles, nibbles turn into bites, and bites turn into Wilbur fully sinking his teeth into my lower lip, muffling the moan that threatens to spill out. His hand slides from my waist to my chin, tilting my face into our slightly sloppy kiss.

“Still ok?” He whispers, pulling back for a moment to gaze in my eyes. “I’m not hurting you?”

I shake my head, pecking him on the mouth. “Quite the opposite. You’re quite adept with that cock of yours.”

Laughing, Wilbur nibbles another hickey onto my neck. “I try my best, love.”

We stop talking for awhile after that, preferring to let our bodies do the talking.

“Oh, Wilbur, I’m close,” I cry out, knees shaking, nails digging into his back. I’m impressed how long we’ve both been lasting, but I’m not sure either of us can keep going forever. “Fuck.”

Wilbur groans, biting his lip with the effort to keep going for me. “Where… where can I cum?” He pants.

“Inside… please,” I manage to reply, almost screaming out as he reaches up and presses on my clit. I melt into the couch, tightening around him as my high slams into me, Wilbur right behind me a few seconds later, finishing deep inside me with a loud moan.

We’re both silent, panting in the aftermath, only being interrupted by the sudden beep of the oven timer.

“Pizza’s ready,” Wilbur deadpans, making me crack up. “Hungry?”

“Starved,” I sigh. “Cardio will do that to you.”

[drewsbuzzcut]

Can you write a little blurb where Mat and Y/N are just dating, with no kid, and spend the afternoon making out ?

Warnings: smuttish and alcohol consumption

“Maty,” you breathe out, hands glued to your boyfriend’s back as your chest heaves into his.

You’re laid out on his couch with him hovering over you. His body is nestled safely between your thighs as he kisses away your struggles of the day.

“What, pretty girl?” His voice is dipped in honey, eyes darkened and alluring.

Your words die on your tongue, every thought being consumed by Mat. It’s crazy how drawn you are to him, but you welcome it with open arms.

“I love you,” you whisper, your hand cupping the back of his neck to bring him back into a kiss.

It’s not rough but it’s not soft. There’s a mix of teeth clashing and lip biting, drawing deep and guttural moans from each other as if it’s a game to see who moans the most. His touch is soft, though. His hand caresses your cheek, cards through your hair, or explores the curves of your body.

“I love you.” It’s whispered into your skin as his lips trail down your mouth and to your neck. A line of fire is left behind, your skin turning red and sensitive.

He sucks your skin into his mouth, leaving little love bites behind. Your hands grip onto his hair, tugging and twirling the strands. You wrap your legs around his waist and pull him closer- even though his body is flush against yours already. You lift his head away from your chest, your eyes hyper focused on his wet and swollen lips. You flip him over and straddle his torso, hands pressing into his pecs.

You give him a lopsided grin which he returns with his boyish smirk. You reach out for your forgotten glass of wine that’s sitting on the coffee table, eyes on his as you take a sip. Excess wine drips down your chin and onto your chest, catching Mat’s gaze. You know what he’s thinking before he can make a move or say a word. You peel off your top and let your bare breasts fall with a teasing bounce.

“Fuck, I need you,” he pulls you down and stuffs his face between your boobs. His mouth engulfs your flesh, leaving you a whimpering mess.

“Kiss me,” he barks and scoots you down his body. You love the way his hands press firmly into you.

You press a hand into his throat and ghost your lips against his.

“We’ve been kissing all day,” you point out.

“And we’re going to make out for the rest of the night. Just so you know,” he pinches your nipple, making your back arch.

“Just make out? You’re not even going to fuck me on your couch?” You say with a sultry lilt.

“I’ll fuck you on every surface until you’re screaming and trembling underneath me,” he leans up and speaks into your ear.

You can already feel your legs tremble with how hard you keep trying to clench your legs closed. You’re needy for friction.

Throwing whatever crumb of control you had out the window, you push him into the couch and shove your tongue down his throat. Your lips dominate his as your hips roll over his clothed cock.

He flips you back over, body shadowing yours and ripping off whatever clothing you had left. It’s his turn for his mouth to devour yours, his wild tongue exploring you. A fierce flame roars in your lower belly and you can’t wait for it to be put out with your sexy ass boyfriend’s cock.

a/n: I hope you enjoy it nonnie! As well as the rest of you lovelies<3

[sommerregenjuniluft]

@jegulus-microfic jan 22 - cry - 873 words

sapphic jegulus feat. pregnant!jamie (and the wonders/horrors of hormones)

“Mh,” James makes around the mouthful of pretzels she keeps dipping into the Nutella, “He’s kicking again!”

Regulus is already off the step ladder, overalls clad knees hitting the plastic covered floor next to where James is slouched in their camping deck chair.

They’re painting the nursery today. Or, Regulus is, while James is putting up her feet as ordered (not by the midwife but by her god damn fiancé so she better listen) and dipping pickled cucumbers into the chocolate cream as well whenever she thinks Regulus isn’t paying attention.

Which she is never not, and especially since James came back to bed out of their en-suite bathroom with a positive pregnancy test that fateful day a few months ago.

James licks her lips off crumbs and takes Regulus’ hand to where Harry is pedaling away inside her stomach, placing her palm over Regulus’ pale fingers.

It doesn’t take too long for Regulus to feel the skin move under her own palm, James’ skin warm where her shirt has ridden up over the bump.

For a woman that’s refusing to put on anything pregnancy wear related she’s been pretty keen on the idea of Regulus in an old crop top and overalls for her painting get-up.

James chuckles above her when Harry goes a little wild at Regulus’ proximity—she’s convinced he can already differentiate between his two moms.

Regulus less so, since he’s barely the size of an eggplant and all.

Still, she indulges her fiancé, and it’s true nonetheless that speaking to the baby firms the connection even as it’s still inside the womb.

Regulus hums happily, lips tugging at the corners and out of the corner of her eye she sees James’ nose scrunching in delight.

“Hello, babyboy,” she speaks at the belly, “Already training for your first triathlon in there, huh?”

James shakes the shaggy hair out of her doe eyes, grinning cockily, “Of course! He’s gonna place first on his very first go, too.”

Regulus rolls her grey eyes, “Not to already put any pressure on him or anything.”

James rolls hers in return, smile not fading as she brushes some of Regulus’ long, wavy hair behind her shoulder, caressing her cheek with her fingertips. “Love, you know damn well I’ll support him in whatever he chooses to like spending his time doing. But to be honest, between the two of us? I’d bet a Turning he’s on a balance bike before he can even run properly.”

Regulus scowls a little, James unperturbed as she looks back at her before arching a brow.

Regulus bends down over her belly again, cupping a hand around her mouth and whispering at their little baby, “She’s right, y’know. But don’t tell her I said that.”

Her fiancé cackles, throwing her head back and Regulus sets her lips down against the belly in a gentle kiss.

There’s a little sore spot in her chest suddenly and she blows out a breath through her nose, still so close to James’ belly Regulus feels the air hit her back.

“Harry,” she starts, “I know I’m probably not a naturally good mommy. There’s still lots of what I have to learn, and unlearn, especially. But I’m doing the work, I promise. I’m reading the books, and talking to my therapist on a set schedule because I love you. You’re not even here for me to hold but I already love you so much I feel like I could pulverize a whole fleet of ships if it meant nothing bad ever happens to you.”

She kisses the bronze skin again, thumb swiping back and forth over the small spot that keeps being pushed at, “I also know that I’ll mess up eventually but that’s okay because that’s normal. And I promise you—I promise, ok?—that I’ll love you so much it’ll make up for all of it.”

Suddenly there’s a sniffle from above and Regulus head whips around alarmed to see James lips in a quivering pout, chin wrinkling and tears welling impossibly high in her bloodshot eyes.

“Baby,” Regulus makes a cooing noise, moving one hand to cup James’ jaw, “Why are you crying, what’s wrong?”

James gives a little hiccup, aggressively gasping up the snot, “That was so sweet, what the fuck.”

Regulus tucks her lips in to keep from breaking into a small laugh and nods understandingly. James’ hormones have been rollercoastering a little the past few weeks.

“And also hot,” she adds, gaze dipping to Regulus’ lips and then lower where she knows the metal of her pierced nipples is peeking through the cotton. James pulls her lower lip between her teeth, gnawing on it before shrugging slightly, distracted by the view, “Talking about raising hell for his well-being and stuff.”

“And stuff,” Regulus parrots, sliding her hand around to James’ waist and licking the corner of her lips, knowing exactly what the best approach is to get James out of her headspace here now.

In the end, all it takes is Regulus leaning in closer, voice husky and telling James she’d kill for their little family without batting an eye for James to ask her to fuck her on the sofa from behind with the mirror in the hallway facing them.

[peekagyu]

# matcha tea! ☆ (c.soobin!)

synopsis; you and your soulmate swap one of your five senses for a day. day one, taste. and soobin can’t stand even a bit of the taste of your favorite beverage.

word count: 1.1k

tags: cursing (that’s really it tbh)

a light wind blows through the curtains, filling the room up with the smell of grass, fresh flowers, and a warm aroma of baked pastries and sweet teas. soobin sits up from his laying position on his bed, rubbing his eyes, groaning and resenting the fact he set an alarm for this early in the morning; it was still semi-dark outside. soobin slips on his bedroom shoes, quickly jumping into action to make the most of the day.

step one, tackle this morning breath. it tasted so gross. he needed to get this strange taste out of his mouth. soobin scurries into the bathroom, grabbing his toothbrush and loading it before he starts brushing his teeth; fairly aggressively at that. as soobin brushed his tounge, spitting out the excess toothpaste and finishing brushing his teeth, he swallows, but it still tasted the same? frustrating, but he couldn’t do much now.

soobin throws on his pink and white polo shirt and khaki pants. he grabs his white air forces before slipping them on, tying them tightly on his feet before slipping on his light blue jacket and matching backpack. he brushes his hair slightly; it didn’t look the best, but it’d do. soobin puts his keys in his pocket before scurrying out of the house, coffee in hand. maybe that’ll drown out that gross taste in my mouth.

“soobin!” you exclaim, putting your matcha on the counter to give him a hug. “how’s it going?” you ask, grabbing his bag from him and throwing it in the break room. you pick up your matcha again, taking another sip. why does it taste weird today? you wonder what your taste buds were doing. this morning, you were eating your matcha ice cream bar, and it tasted like toothpaste? it was so frustrating, but you ate it anyways. then, you decided to buy a matcha latte, nice. but it tastes like black coffee. but you had to drink it, you weren’t wasting $7 on a matcha that just tasted strange. you’re snapped out of your thoughts when soobin starts talking to you. “sorry i was a bit late” he starts, running his hand through his hair. “there was this really weird taste in my mouth, i was fighting myself not to brush my teeth twice.” he chuckles, causing you to giggle a bit yourself. “yeah, same thing happened to me today, everything tastes so strange..” you say.

soobin nods before speaking. “well, i should get to work on making the cookies for today!” he says, slipping past you to head to the kitchen, cup in hand. soobin takes one last sip from it before throwing it away. you sigh before starting to get to work yourself, wiping down the counters and making coffee was just your forte.

soobin’s hard at work in the kitchen, piping frosting on the fresh cookies perfectly and effortlessly. before handing the pan of cookies to you. “good job soobin!” you praise, gently and precisely putting the cookies in the display case. you sigh happily at your work. then, there’s a sudden sweet taste on your tounge, like a cookie. you turn around to see soobin eating a cookie, one of the leftovers. soobin smiles shyly at you, cookie crumbs falling down his face. “i couldn’t help it.” he said, finishing the last bit of his cookie.

from soobs perspective, he realized the cookie just tasted the same as whatever was on his tounge, he loathed it, but he had to endure it, he wanted the cookie, after all. besides, work today was almost over, the cafè was only open during mornings, so he’d have the whole rest of the day to brush his teeth and figure out what was on his breath.

“hey soobin!” you shout to him from across the room. “yea?” he replies back. “you wanna get a matcha? cmonn they’re really good!” you say, soobin giving you a unconvincing nod. “okay! i’ll make it, matcha is so good” you say, taking a sip of the beverage sitting next to you before sliding out your seat, walking away. it’s strange to soobin, the taste gets stronger and stronger everytime you take a sip from your drink. he decides to get on tiktok, just to catch up on daily news. he slides his airpods in while watching the first video on his for you page. “this just in! many have been said to swap taste with their soulmates” soobin winces, thinking about how many breakups this probably has brought on. he wondered why his taste was weird, his mind fluttered to you. you were the prettiest girl he’d ever seen, and you had the funniest and most perfect personality ever, he silently hoped you were his soulmate, but he didn’t even want to admit that to himself.

“soobie! it’s finished. here!” you say, handing him a cup. he looks inside at the green liquid, and hesitantly takes a sip at the same time you do. he pulls his mouth away, it tastes the same as everything else did today! “mmh! this tastes so good! don’t you think soobin?” you ask. “uhm, it’s not my cup of tea but it’s alright.” soobin says, a little bit of green liquid on his top lip forming a mustache illusion. you laugh loudly, wiping it from his lip with a napkin. he laughs nervously, blushing. he didn’t want you to notice so he brings up the news he learned. “oh y/nnie, did you hear about the soulmate thing?” he asks. “yeah! it’s kinda weird actually, my soulmate brushes his teeth so aggressively, my matcha tasted like blood and toothpaste.” you chuckle. soobin smiles, then pauses. “h-hey, not trying to be weird or anything but my mouth was bleeding when i brushed my teeth earlier, it was normal though, i just had to get that weird taste out my mouth, it tasted like the matcha.” soobin explains.

you gasp, not wanting to think for a second that he was your soulmate, you didn’t wanna get your hopes up. soobin was exactly your type. “wait..do you..” you start. “we can t-test it.” soobin suggests. “sure soobie, sure.” his cheeks lit up at the nickname, but he quietly followed behind you into the kitchen. “okay, you eat the chocolate.” you say, handing him a bar of chocolate. he takes a bite, and your mouth is suddenly flooded with the taste of a delicious chocolate. “okay. now i’ll eat the cookie.” you say, grabbing a red velvet cookie from the leftovers pan and eating it.

soobin swallows. “i taste red velvet.” he says, his cheeks turning a deep pink. “so do you think..”

you knew, you were soulmates.

[abitofboth]

okay fuck it I’m gonna write detailed thoughts about cinderella’s castle even though I never usually do cuz like who am I to review something

first of all: PUPPETS!!!!! god, I am SO glad starkid puppets are back in action. I fully believe puppets should be used in theatre way more than they are now (the joey puppet in war horse is extraordinary) and the puppetry in cc was so reminiscent of starship to me- I’ve been craving the high of pincer and bug for YEARS lmao. when hop-a-lot came on stage I audibly went “oh shit”, crumb is a fuckin delightful little guy and I desperately need to hug him, and the troll puppets brought so much life to characters that I think wouldn’t have been as fun without them. the love that went into crafting every puppet is so easy to see and I really hope we get more of it from starkid in the future!!

I’m really happy to see bryce in a main role, she is a fuckin powerhouse!!! her voice is incredible and she brought such a fun spin to ella. I was lowkey worried it was gonna give off alw bad cinderella vibes but I shoulda had more faith, her character charms you as soon as she walks on stage!!

I’m also kind of a little obsessed with tadius?? curt in any role is guaranteed to take my heart but god, make him a lover boy and throw in a sprinkle of sass and I’ll just lay down my life for him. wish there’d been some more of the romance between him and ella!!

the trolls were also some incredibly fun characters. lauren and mariah killed it and like let’s be real, we were all rooting for them and their hot girl summer. what’s a little murder between friends?? angela was great and I loved the twist on the stepmother character that was way more interesting than the usual “she’s just kind of a bitch”.

jeff as the narrator was perfect but we all knew that was gonna be the case anyway. give him his cunty eyeliner and the man’s unstoppable.

joey’s voice work also deserves a special shout out!! every time he opens his mouth I’m giving him a standing ovation. what can’t the man do??

I didn’t love the character of the prince but ig that’s the point of him!! james played him so well and I really do think he’s so underrated as an actor. the physicality and comedy that he brings really makes him stand out, but I will say that the sex jokes got old pretty quickly for me lmao. it made him feel a lot more one-beat than I think they were going for

I reeeaally enjoyed the set and lighting of this one!! literally as soon as we pressed play, my sister and I were like oh shit okay I see your bigger budget mr lang!! and the COSTUMES!! loved loved loved them. Ella’s dress was beautiful and I’m really glad they went with something of their own design rather than try to replicate something disney-ish. it looks like they had a load of fun with the wigs in this one too which I always love to see!!

I thought kim, jon, and joey were, despite shining in whatever stage time they had, WOEFULLY underused. only one scene for kim, and I wish we’d have been able to spend more time with hop-a-lot and crumb- considering they were main characters it felt like we barely saw them. they had like, at most three lines in a song too? let them sing!!!

the music was also not what I expected! I didn’t expect it to be so synth-y, maybe more of a rock vibe from the small hints we had during production? I saw another review say it gave them 80s fantasy film vibes and I think that’s the perf description!! I really enjoyed all the songs and I always love being able to take in whatever jeff has cooked up. everyone was on their a-game as always with their voices too- bryce and kim were real stand outs for me. I do feel like the soundtrack is kind of forgettable though? usually after watching a starkid show I’ll find at least a few songs have earwormed their way into my head but right now I can only recall the opening/closing song. maybe that’s just on me though!

I also thought the general pacing was a little off and the story was maybe not quite ready. some parts felt rushed and some parts dragged a little, and at the end I was left still feeling a little hungry for something more.

overall I really enjoyed it!! I’ve been a huge fan of starkid for well over a decade and with each new show I’m blown away by their creativity and obvious love for the craft. I was so excited to see them move away from hatchetfield for now and jump into a different sandbox to play around with, and I’m SOOOO looking forward to the proshot version because I just know it’s gonna blow everyone away. I’m so glad they make such incredible theatre and do it in such an accessible way, and not to sound super cheesy but god is it great to be alive at the same time as them

(and really, nick lang I am begging you to make a crumb plushie)

[lonelystarrs]

I'm literally salivating at the thought of Barou x reader ft. Nagi. Those two get along like water and oil and genuinely I imagine Nagi would do whatever he could to piss Barou off including pestering Barou's s/o for attention and then being smug about it. Or if reader wanted to do something with Barou and he refused, Nagi would offer to do it with them. If Barou was allowed, it would be on-sight with Nagi. He'd throw hands no hesitation, but he has to behave cause reader will get mad at him if he does.

BUT! I'm also very excited for Barou x reader ft. Oliver! I'm so excited as to how that will go down. Notorious womanizer Oliver hitting on reader. Barou would probably be calmer than one would think (he's secure in his relationship/trusts reader), but still seething that his guy has the AUDACITY to do so RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIS SALAD.

Either way, there is far too little Barou content on this hellsite and personally I think you are doing the Lord's work by providing the most scrumptious meals in this barren wasteland. I take any Barou crumbs (seriously I check the tag multiple times a day for any new works), but you're out here serving me a FEAST. Please have my eternal gratitude, and I hope both sides of your pillow are cold for forever.

Yes anon!!! This is what I’m thinking as well.. I’ll throw the asking Barou for something and Nagi doing it in for you tho!! As a thank you for this <3 like their dynamic is just hilarious! I was thinking of carrying it on from my Pudding fic ft Isagi…. Cause it seems like a great way to set up the story up but have it as a spin off not directly a prt 2…. I’ve been playing around with it a lot cause it’s kinda hard to kick start this one off! But it is in progress, there is definitely bickering and Nagi naggin’ with Barou sulking and seeing how whipped he’s gotten. 😂

Ft Oliver fic tho is like, half written… I’m half way through the smutty part :3 I reckon I might get to posting that tonight!! 🤞🏼

Ah my gaaaaawshhhh, blushing furiously! Wishing my pillows cold forever, stop it I’ll fall in loveeee! Haha. Thank you <3 I KNOW RIGHT… WHY IS THERE NOT ENOUGH BAROU SHIZZ ON HERE… ugh. It’s offensive.

Shall contribute and continue to do the lords work, I am more than happy to supply Barou love!!! I hope you are hungry cause it’s all on it’s way.

HELP IS ON THE WAY DEAR!

[literaila]

Addressing your tags first and foremost because thank goodness. I was beginning to wonder if I was showing up a little too much in your notifs. I'd be embarrassed if I had any shame but I'm a proud lover of your works, what can I say? Catch me reading an update in my bed and hour before work at like 6am. Liked. Reblogged to my sideblog. Framed. Next.

7 years, my goodness. I'll perhaps have to reconsider, gojo is not worth it 😪 I wish I had an appetite for angst like I used to but alas, I can no longer tolerate the feeling of someone reaching inside me to coil my stomach around their calloused hands and rip it out of me. It's just now how I like to spend any random Tuesday, you know? I prefer the cushioning of fluff. But I guess that's personal preferences for you. You do angst well. Just try not to go for my stomach next time~

Old men and philosophy. Put us in a room and we'll be pulling revelations from the sky.

If its already on its way, I shall prepare the shrine. Visits on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Paid entry.

Your puppy sounds like the grudge she holds against gojo is personal. Can't fault her for that tbh, he's definitely done something wrong and she knows it.

This is why people around him are violent. Bless yuuji, still blinded with his admiration (who can blame him)

no i’m almost tempted to plead you for more. tell me about your headaches, tell me if you find a typo in something i’ve typed, tell me if you happen upon a choso hoodie like i do every couple of days, tell me if your flowers die and you have to throw them out. i will take the blandest of crumbs, the smallest of facts. whatever you want, really.

catch me straining at six in the morning to read your asks (not right now, but usually). i genuinely do wake up every hour during the night and check my inbox for messages. and respond half asleep, obviously. it’s an issue, but i have no plans for resolution.

don’t reconsider. i have considered it enough for the both of us, and i will gladly take any pain gojo wants to push on me (with a heavily winded rant, of course. some light scolding).

ah, yes. i personally prefer fake angst in which the characters could not have an issue if they would fess up. real angst? death? pain? no thanks, i’ll take the burden of fluff. believe me, i used to write a lot more angst (someone said to me ‘verity, sometimes people just don’t want to read angst’ and um. yeah true, so i evolved into more fluff ((and overall better writing)) i’ll send your stomach an apology letter, fret not.

put me and any old man in a room and i will find a way to start a fight. it’s simply in my nature.

i just said that money sucks and now i have to pay for entrance fee to my own heart??? fine, i guess, i suppose. i’ve gifted it to you and no takebacksies and all that

i think you mean the grudge she holds against me. literally last time i wrote with her around she immediately came to sit in my lap and typed some outrageous things with her entire body weight. franklin doesn’t understand common courtesy or art (side eyeing me as we speak)

(gojo is always doing something wrong though. we all know it)

real real real. i was thinking about reader and satoru in a room, much too close to each other, and i thought ‘huh, that’s kind of a weird thing to do. even for two grossly pining characters. how realistic is that, chat?’ but then i remembered who i was writing about. (gojo cannot be stopped)

[feralcherry]

I’ve been reading In Aeternum, and I’m so, so excited for Yeona to meet Elijah! Like literally, the Damon stuff creeps me out 🫠

But- I’ve been thinking about how Yeona and Klaus’ interactions will be. She’s clearly trying to cling on to her humanity, and she thinks if she can stay away from eating humans for long enough, she’ll become human again.

Can’t help but think that it’s something that would interest Klaus. He’d want to make her break that promise, to see her truly become herself and eat people. I can see him offering her people to eat after draining them dry. It’s just the kind of thing I feel he’d enjoy just because.

I’m absolutely not pressuring you….but I just keep thinking about these interactions in my head now. I have brainrot and I’m trying not to ship your OC with Klaus (but it’s hard). I’ll take whatever platonic crumbs you throw my way though.

Hehehe. I'm glad you're so excited!! I'm excited too.

Damon IS such a creep. It's the 'we belong together because we are both so fucked up'.

Klaus...Klaus is definitely going to be interested in his future sister-in-law. He feels like she's basically flogging herself this way, or ignoring her true nature. She wants so desperately to be worthy of love and worthy of good things and doesn't feel like the way she is now is good enough. Her journey in part is learning no one DESERVES love. It's something that happens TO us. It's something given despite it all.

He sees that she hungers for connection and he hungers for connection and he wants to prove to her she can find it without inherently changing herself because he wants so badly to believe that for himself.

With Elijah, he just...he loves her in every shape she takes. Every form. He wouldn't ask her to change and though he too wishes she'd just be herself and eat what she needs to be thriving, he knows how hard it is to live with this self-placed mantle of protector on your back. He sees how hard she tries to keep it together, to keep her family safe, to do what needs to be done and he resonates with it.

Too bad for him she fucking hates him too for a while :)

(also poor klaus cause he's currently not in the line up for besties in yeona's story LMFAOOO Kol is though hehe)

[soddinghelp-blog]

Striking Back

1899

Being a news girl who spends her days hawking newspapers on the dirty streets of Manhattan. You barely make enough to scrape by day to day. So, when your paper suppliers Pulitzer and Hurst decide to raise the buying price of newspaper bundles from 40 cents to 50 you decide to join the brewing strikes.

America x reader 

Chapter one.

The sun rose in the smoky hazy sky of Manhattan and Joey was curled up asleep on the steps of an old building. You let out a sigh of relief, you had been searching all night for him.

You gently shook his boney shoulder. Joey blinked open his eyes. “Hey. You have any food?” he asked hopefully. He had large brown eyes and dirty blonde hair. The clothes he wore were dirty and miles too big, Kid Blink’s old clothing that were too small for him. You ran your grimy fingers through tangled hair. You knew the answer was no, you had not a crumb on you. “I’ll... I’ll get you something. Just stay here” you promised.

Joey nodded dumbly and was asleep again. You rose unsteadily to your feet. You patted your pocket; you took comfort as you felt the shape of the rusty penknife against your palm. If you were lucky, you wouldn’t need to use it.

Ever since the strike started. You had no income, not a penny in your pocket for food or board. And as you said to Kid Blink last night. “If we don’t win this strike real soon, we all starve.” Kid Blink looked you, his face hardened. “Beg, borrow, steal. If we yield to this price hike we definitely will starve” You knew at 60 cents a bundle you need to sell 100 papers per day just to break even.

You had been pacing the streets for a while now, looking for a good target. Someone rich looking, someone who was naive enough to not flee at the sight of your grungy appearance. Someone-

Your ears pricked up as you heard a cheerful whistle, you turned to see a man striding along, dressed to the nines in Vicuña Wool and Japanese denim. He was swinging a Harrods bag.

Someone... like that...

He had a young face, a happy face, a face that looked like it had never seen hardship. Cheerful blue eyes framed with gold rimmed glasses. Oh yeah, this guy was a trust fund boy.

You eyed the Harrods bag. Whatever was in there could be sold and the money could buy some desperately needed bread. Your hand drifted down to your pocket, where the knife was. You weren’t gonna actually hurt the guy, just scare him. Still robbing people, even rich trust fund boys seemed wrong.

Joey’s gaunt face flashed through your mind, that put any hesitation out of your mind.

You stepped into his path, flicking out the blade, sunlight glinting off its wickedly sharp edge. “Hey. Nothing personal, just give me the bag” you said flatly. The carefree look had now fled his face replaced with startled confusion. It was only then you saw he was reaching for the gun holstered on his side, concealed under his jacket. You panicked. Throwing yourself forward onto him. You didn’t mean to, but your weight had driven the knife into his stomach. Taking advantage of his pain and shock you grabbed the Harrods bag with bloodied hands and scrambled to your feet.

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You and Joey were sharing a fresh loaf of French bread in the alley when Kid Blink showed up. Kid Blink was a rough looking guy, all scarred up, with hard marble like blue eyes and brown hair that was chopped haphazardly. He wore an eye patch over one eye, he never spoke of how he lost his eye. Kid Blink face of the strike, the guy you don’t want to cross. He took one look at the fresh bread and said, “Who did you rob and what did you take?” his tone was steel, his glare was accusatory. It took a lot to of effort not to flinch away from that unforgiving gaze.

You shrugged trying to seem casual. “Some rich guy. Glasses, blue eyes, blonde hair. Probably six foot” You ignored the second part of the question. Kid Blink didn’t need to know everything.

He shoved you backwards, sending you stumbling. “YOU IDIOT. You robbed Pulitzer and Hurst’s top investor. Alfred Jones…” for a moment he seemed too furious to speak. “If he’s seen your face and knows you’re with the strike then You’ve just doomed us all.”

It was your turn to get angry. “ME?! I’m not the one drenching paper stands that don’t support us and burning delivery carts! YOU THINK HURST AND PULTIZER WILL BE HAPPY WITH THAT?!” you roared back, sauntering close to Kid Blink. Joey was watching both of you nervously, cheeks stuff with bread. “At least I didn’t STAB THE TOP INVESTOR” Kid Blink snapped. He then snatched the half-eaten bread out of your hands and stuffed it into his mouth. You sat down on an overturned crate.

“If you are right, and this guy was Jones.” You said slowly “He was the who suggested the price hike. He was never gonna be on our side to begin with….in fact… You should be thanking me for stabbing that sonvabitch”. Kid Blink rolled his eyes. “This isn’t the time for wise cracks. Still, we’ll see how this whole thing plays out in the press. Before we make any moves”

You startled, feeling confused. “Press?”

“Oh yeah, I can see the headline now “innocent man attacked by gutter rat””. He said smirking. You took off one shoe and hurled it at his head, Kid Blink ducked as it the wall behind him with a clack, “this gutter rat has given you dinner you stupid sot!” you shot back.

If there is demand this can be turned into a series.

[m1ckeyb3rry]

Teamwork makes the dream work fr!! Always happy to throw out some ideas o7

LMAOO yeah idk I think there was a lot of missed potential with the galaxy dragons (also the required island habitat thing kinda pissed me off but wtv I guess)

Truly nothing is happening each chapter….speaking of it feels like it’s been forever since the last one?? Or maybe my perception of time is just awful LMAO but dude this is like my dream I used to cheer for fics that were above 1k hit the jackpot FR i can’t wait to unravel the layers!!!

It truly is just the fanon brainwashing echo chamber…it’s kinda crazy how often this happens in like every fandom but I guess not completely unexpected…

WILL DEFINITELY RETURN FOR COMMENTARY idk how im gonna do this ill probably binge it all and leave like a mega commentary ask LMAOO or maybe ill split it up by section?? Im inclined to do just one big one but at the same time I don’t wanna like forget my thoughts as I read or maybe I’ll actually follow through annotation live reaction style LMAOA (also autocorrect is NOT my bestie it’s so inconsistent in capitalizing and fixing my punctuation so if anything looks goofy in my writing that’s also why like I’ll leave these here as an example by why are half my “I’ll”s properly punctuated and half not???)

YOURE SO RIGHT Karasu #1 truly…he’s THE MAN

FR like now im like wait so which is it like is he secretly a bully or…/j hoping the light novel gives more insight…but YEAH I think if he had like a fwtkac y/n he’d probably just brush off her insults and banter respond maturely I can’t really see him participating in that sort of banter…I feel like yuki’s probably one of the ones I’d say friends to lovers fits well with..? Or some type of strangers to lovers but specifically in like a form of pining from a distance maybe (since he likes ethereal things idk, also I never understood what that meant in terms of his “fetish”??? First of all kinda random fact to throw in but also how….? I can’t tell if I’m being crazy or not but)

LMAOO i remember watching it a long time ago and it was definitely entertaining HAHAH but TAKE A HINT IS SOOOO ICONIC!! I love it sm have the lyrics literally memorized and it’s so perfect for karaoke too LOL but YESS ADDED TO THE LIST o7 honestly im just excited for whatever you throw out next it could honestly even be a fic for shidou and id read it too there’s just no misses on account >>> ok but seriously now im super hyped for the best friends brother idea too so much potential!!! And honestly we probably read the same fics with otoyas younger sister (since the tag is so barren </3) I’ve also definitely seen a fair share of Reo’s younger sister dating nagi!! We love mold deviations >>> but I’ll admit some of the chatacter’s sister works I’ve read were pretty entertaining when done well!

I somehow read that wrong at first and thought it said that YOU shyed away from female characters and I was like….are you sure about that?? LMAOAO but FR I’ve definitely noticed that too….especially in other fandoms the only time I’ve seen another female character is usually when she’s acting like a plot device villain to create some drama or something and I’m like oh…. THE CENSORING LMAOO I’m gonna admit the plot device villain women side characters was definitely most prevalent on said website LMFAO I think specifically in using them as a tool for like jealousy or cheating or wtv I remember reading some and I was like oh. Ok then. Closed the tab and didn’t look back because sometimes it doesn’t make sense either like you can tell they’re really just there to be used in your typical jealousy trope

Also the gymnastics my brain did for no reason reading brothers best friend and best friends brother LMAOAO I got it now though so all good

I definitely think that it makes sense who has siblings and who doesn’t! Like it fs fits their characters but I remember flipping through the Bible and being like “man I wish there were more content in yours/aka family crumbs” LMAO ok Kunigami is definitely a rare breed of middle child…like the ideal middle child LMAO his sister raised him right (before wild card eek) to this day I still don’t know what I imagined otoya to be it is NOT middle child though…I guess the closest would be youngest sibling maybe?? I was kinda surprised he was sandwiched between two sisters though (especially since he’s a cheater but we’ve already had this convo HAHA) LMFAOO PARTICULAR BRAND OF SHITHEAD that’s so real I think I also partially felt that just because he was on the older side of BLLK? But I can definitely say he’s the younger bro who probably gets bossed around lightly by his older sister but has enough respect for her to let her do so and just goes with what she asks(I can imagine her sending him on like errands or asking for favors like pick up some tea on the way home or pick up this lipgloss for me) LMAO

I’m laughing so hard yeah if I spawned shidou into the world I would be done after one too LMFOAOA

Ok off to read pomegranate ink!! Get ready for a lot of commentary LOL

-Karasu anon

in general i feel like dragonvale had a lot of missed potential…i wish there was a way you could interact with the dragons?? like pet them or smth idk LMAOO ik it’s supposed to simulate a zoo so realistically you wouldn’t be petting them but they’re so cuteee like let me cuddle w them!!

i think the leaks have been dropping earlier and earlier so it seems like a lot of time has passed since the last chapter maybe?? the last one i can remember is 269 i believe where rin starts going a bit crazy 😭 but i forget when that came out

yeahh i think it’s just to be expected from fandoms atp!! once one person characterizes a character in a certain way everyone tends to follow that (especially if that fic gets popular) at the end of the day it is what it is 😩

HAHA dwww autocorrect is so unreliable i get it!! and either way i look forward to hearing your thoughts 🫡 even if it’s literally just “cool story 👍” LMAOAAO

i feel like fetish must be some weird kind of lost in translation thing?? like maybe it means preference or smth that they find attractive but not necessarily in a strictly sexual way (because if it is sexual then what is going on w yuki…how are you turned on by ephemeral things?? like he gives cherry blossoms as an example which doesn’t even makes sense 😭 does he bust every time he goes out during the spring)

PLEASEEEE OMG NOT SHIDOU i feel like now i have to write him just to see if i can do it in a way that’s appealing LMAOAO that would truly be the greatest challenge ever…haha i agree idm character’s younger sister when it’s done well!! i’ve been in some fandoms though where especially for long fics people will just make their “character’s younger sister” characters exact copies of the older sibling because they can’t come up w something of their own (jjk is notorious for this…the amt of gojo’s younger sister characters that exist in this world is crazy)

i NEVER shy away from a good female side character 😤 i think it’s come to the point where so many people just use female characters as obstacles to the main relationship that readers automatically expect it and jump to hating on female characters just for existing in a story or even daring to BREATHE near the male lead even if they’ve shown no interest in him. i have one story where i have a character who’s kind of the reader’s adopted sister?? and at one point she’s sick so the main love interest helps her back to her room…the death threats that poor character received for that are INSANE!! the whole point of the scene was to show how the main love interest is a generally caring guy too and she at that point already has an established love interest of her own so the hate was truly unwarranted but people were just unable to see beyond the love interest daring to interact w a girl 😒

otoya gives me only child vibes or like i can see him having a younger brother!! def not being stuck between two sisters given his interesting dating habits…LMAOO kunigami was raised well though 👆🏻 needs to be studied wtf ego did to him in wildcard because how did his entire personality change like that?? was my man in there getting tortured or smth tf 😭 and yess i do think karasu being one of the older ones in bllk and teasing isagi/rin/shidou (who’s technically older than him but wtvr) for being immature made it seem as though he would be an older sibling but agreed i can see him being the younger sibling who has to go get a glass of water for his older sister every time she asks and whatnot

see this is why i need to know what shidou’s parents are like…like are they like him?? or is he completely an anomaly amongst his family?? LMAO truly top ten greatest mysteries of bllk

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[rhielizabethj]

You’ve perfected your act, you’re charming and dreamy. You’re compliments sublime while painting the dream you know I want to hear. Carefully you’ve crafted this perfect man. Kind, understanding, patient, loving. Could never hurt a fly let alone yell at a woman. You’ve painted me a picture of the man you wanted to be and the man I thought I was falling in love with.

Little bits at a time you chipped away at me so barely detectable at first. Jokes about my quirks, a mean name but nothing horrible, a little snide remark or face. This came easy to you, after all you were getting comfortable letting the facade go the more you knew how much I loved you.

You made me feel dirty, you made me feel unwanted. Someone’s throw aways just discarded. I was lucky to have you, you were wanted by many! You made sure to let me know any time we were out, the smug obnoxious looking in the mirror rather than engaging in conversation. A crumb of attention from any female and you laped it up as if you were starving.

You broke me down, your words were calculated weapons. Knowing exactly where to strike, each hit killing something little by little inside me. Your comments about our sex life “im so vanilla, boring, mediocre, addicted to my toy”. I was begging you for attention, sending you teases, trying to engage, it seems like maybe vanilla is better than wasted. You never had enough in you once you took those sips.

You weren’t a monster hiding in plain sight anymore, you were staring right back at me and I stupidly wanted more. More punishment, more cruelness, conditional love. For those glimpse of the man you want to be were like fucking light in a hopeless tunnel. You have no idea how much I clung to those enduring your projections of whatever was causing you pain.

Some would say you accept the love you think you deserve, but you made sure of that breaking down any spark in me. You burnt me to the ground and would question why I was cold, checked out, tried, crying in a washroom. You called our relationship healthy and yet you broke my so badly I wanted it all to end. I started searching things it makes me cry to write this. But you broke me to my lowest and I’ve survived rape twice. You’re a monster, you take what you want, you yell, you abuse you shit on everything good and everyone around you.

You take good things and taint them, use them past their expiry and get mad when we spoil. You except so much from everyone around you but give very little to offer. Grand gestures, half assed promises, you’re an amazing artist you really do paint the most beautiful of pictures but the follow through is not there. It’s gets lonely waiting for a man to show up that never was really there.

I left, I’m free you will not longer have access to me. I’m a privileged, I’m fucking radiant, you were lucky to of met me. I’m glad I could fill your cup as you drained mine. I’ll only have to learn this lesson once, you’re not one of a kind. You might be a special breed but there’s plenty more from where you came from. Men who are resentful, men who need validation from any walking thing, men who are petrified to be alone. The small men, who compensate with abuse. Oh yes I’ve met a few of you. You might be the worst, the leader of the crew. You’ve deluded your self so much into thinking you mean well, that you know how to love, that you’re healthy, and hopefully for you one day that can but true.

I wish you nothing but karmic retribution, what you put out is what you’ll get. Choose to get help or continue that’s your fate to choose. To me you’re just the monster in one very bad dream, that I’ll soon begin to forget.

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

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i hope you're happy anon

“This seat taken?” 

The question makes your blood run cold, your fingers tightening around your coffee cup. Whose face should you throw it in first? There’s enough, still sort of hot. It would make an impact. 

He doesn’t even wait for your answer. He just draws the other chair out from the table and turns it around, sitting in it backward and leaning against your table. He reaches out without invitation, too, taking hold of the second half of your madeleine and popping it into his mouth. Your gaze remains stalwartly on Danny. 

“...I know you’re not seriously implying that Dusty over here is my friend.” 

“Rusty,” He corrects, spewing madeleine crumbs as he does so. 

“Whatever,” You raise a hand to block him from your periphery, and fume as his hand smacks yours in a high-five. “If you ever touch me again, Dusty, I’m gonna break your fingers.” 

“Guess I’ll have to pick my spots.” 

“Danny,” You press, gazing imploringly at the man on the other side of the rickety table. “I will do a job with you, I am not doing a job with this clown.”  

“I gave up clowning,” Rusty interjects. 

“Congrats.”

“Donated my big floppy shoes to your ex. Didn’t they look familiar?” 

When you finally shoot your irritated gaze toward him, Rusty is giving you the widest, most shiteating grin. His gaze flickers over your face, tracking from your eyes, down the line of your nose, then lingering on your lips for just a moment before tracing back up again. 

“You look good, Birdy.” 

“Get fucked, Rust-bucket.” 

Do you think youd ever write for Rusty from the Oceans Trilogy? He's my BPitt fave

..........I'm not gonna lie, I did have an idea for Rusty and a reader who's close to Danny

She can't staaaand Rusty and he thinks she's adorable and loves needling her just to watch her get pissed off

so maybe............one day......................

[rambling-addict]

Raelle m’fuckin Collar is back, bwitches! I almost screamed in excitement as soon as she was on screen!

And who would she be “sharing” her first scene back? Of course, it could only be her wifey—in death cap form, lol.

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Sexy weird connection is still intact, oh yeah! Lol. I swear, this is literal soulmate shit—Scylla being able to reach Raelle into the unknown depths of the mycelium and Raelle hibernating for who knows how long and easily waking up because her wifey called. Look how happy they both are, just hearing each other’s voices.

And can I just say… Raelle is a smokeshow in this short scene!

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I am in love again… *dead*

What a great comeback scene. Hopefully, now that she’s back, the pace will pick up now. Seriously, we’re at episode 6 now. I am so ready for some action scenes that’ll keep me at the edge of my seat.

Warning: SPOILERS ahead. Scroll away if you don’t want it. Otherwise, read my usual mad ramblings.

Now, we’ve established that Willa is still somewhat Willa, but she’s some sort of mycelium pawn getting rid of the Camarilla men in charge poisoning the mycelium.

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It’s so fitting, choosing Willa to do this. Who else would do a better job than a mother who died protecting her child? Maybe the mycelium really was just protecting her chosen one, no matter how dodgy she went about it. But I’m glad all the drilling sites are found now.

Raelle is coming back.

This episode is somehow all about reuniting and finding hope.

Abigail reunited with her mother. Anacostia is back in the fold, too.

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I’m always glad to see Abigail and Petra being affectionate. It’s such a massive difference from season 1. And now, Adil is part of the family, too.

Then, Tally made amends with her mother—which is just so beautiful.

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They both found out that they’re not so different after all. They’re so alike in being firm in their beliefs. Who knew Tally’s mother was such a badass, too? You’d think the matrifocal compound would be the first ones to bend over to the Camarilla, but they’ve definitely got their backbones intact.

Tally needed this from her mother. Maybe now, she could believe in herself more.

And then we have Scylla with Raelle’s father. I just love their easy but going stronger bond.

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Collars do have a way with pulling a genuine smile from Scylla. They’ve accepted her with open arms, despite her morally-gray past. Even Quinn, I bet. Our little necro bean has come a long way.

Raelle had changed her for the better. And that’s love.

And that scene where she begged Willa to bring Raelle back or take Scylla to Raelle—whichever the option, it doesn’t matter.

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Scylla was willing to go to the unknown, if only to be with Raelle. And when Willa said sorry, you can see the devastation on her face—her eyes glistening with unshed tears. Kudos to Amalia for being so brilliant as always. I felt that so much. And Edwin’s cries, too. Damn, my heart.

Raylla’s reunion scene better be soooo epic. Then again, it’s Taylor and Amalia—I know they’ll do justice to this much awaited scene. Also, on a side note, how many reunion scene of Raylla do we have?? It’s too many, I swear!! Why keep them apart?? Never again, okay! Haha.

Anyway, if there’s any pro to Raelle being kidnapped by a mushroom, it’s that Scylla has finally earned a place in the unit.

I mean, look at this.

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This. Is. Beautiful.

I’m sure Raelle would be happy that they’re somehow all getting along now. Now, if Abigail would just stop the Spree comments, it wold be even more perfect. Seriously, I know Abigail always refers to Nicte when commenting about it, but it still hurts Scylla when she hears those, too.

Then, last but not the least… Alder.

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What an inspiring scene. Again, hope is definitely the theme here. She knew everyone at Fort Salem was losing faith and hope. They’ve lost so much—so many of their sisters dead, their freedom gone, their safety and future compromised. And so her appearance showed that a higher power was at work. There was hope.

I’m holding on to hope that this show gets taken by Netflix or Hulu. This show, as I’ve said again and again, is vastly intricate and well-versed. There could be more to this story. And the cast and creators—all brilliant. They cater to fans, they take care of their own. They deserve more seasons.

Let’s keep our fingers crossed.