#i'm going to fucking combust. how did this happen. how does this always happen

[lestink]

IVE GOT MORE THUNDER LEGION/RAIJINSHUU CRUMBS THAT IM GOING TO EXPLODE ABOUT

CW: FAIRY TAIL GAME 2 SPOILERS BELOW

tagging @freedjustinemywife and @selfawarecobalt (also if youre reading this come join us on the thunder legion community)

Before I get to the goods I wanted to point out something that made me laugh:

Wendy has often said in the game how much she admires Laxus’ kinder side (not her calling him the gay uncle of the guild) but whenever she does so MIRA almost always reminds her and the player that ‘nah i remember when u did this shit back in 2009’ ITS SO FUNNY

OK NOW HERES A CUTE EXCHANGE OF ELFMAN GIVING LAXUS GIFTS (i don’t understand the occasion tho, xmas during the war?? idkk) FROM THE THUNDER LEGION

my freakout thoughts:

bixlow making a mini doll???? im gonna cry thats so fucking CUTE,,, imagining bixlow sitting down to carve one out for laxus with a silly face,,ough,,bixlow is so sweet i NEED TO SEE HIM

freed knitting a sweater.....ok so the entire thunder legion are all arts and crafts oriented ok i will explode. AND A PROTECTION ENCHANTMENT TOO?? the bodyguarding never stops even if he's offscreen he's still got it FUCKK i miss my wife. and youre so right elfman WEAR IT LAXUS U DICK. also,,,,laxus recognized the sweater from the pattern itself so freed has knitted things with that similar pattern before...AUGHHHHH freed knitting the thunder legion and laxus outfits what if i suddenly combusted

EVERGREEN MAKING A STEWWWW and the elfever crumbs with chef evergreen and taste tester elfman,,,man if elfman doesnt marry her I WILL. this is quite possibly the softest and coziest little side event ever, where the hell is the thunder legion when i'm freezing in my apartment....

ALL 3 OF THEM GIVING LAXUS CASH JUST IN CASE ok this reminds me of the talks i had with @yellow-guiding-lantern about the thunder legion being the keepers/the only ones who could reign in rabid dog laxus, this just affirms whats TRUE theyre taking care of his dumb ass

moving on:

youre so right lucy the thunder legion DOES love him im so sick of them /aff (if i dont see them soon i will make it on international news)

THUNDER LEGION FORMATION CRUMBS????

i always did wanna learn how they got to be together and though i know the gaiden had its own interpretation i wondered how else it could have happened, and this is a very interesting and different approach the way FREED is the one who wants to fight laxus first (angry freed????? CAN I SEE????)

i have so many questions like?? why did he get so angry??? did laxus break a rule that enraged him?? like maybe threatening the safety of others??? did freed give laxus a good fight?? were bixlow and evergreen involved at this point??? and what does that mean freed only wanted laxus for his strength???? elaborate??????

OH MY GODDDDDDDDDDDD

mira is so funny the way she can quickly uncover laxus' facade of trying to stay tough and hard, in the source material + game she's always been the anchor of staying true to one's feelings. in other words, she's all "aaaaaaahhh i caught you caring"

elfman catching laxus blushing too HAHAHA his whiteness will work against him. (also- manhood????? was there no other word they could have used???)

NOT TOO MUCH ON THE THUNDER LEGION LUCY??? to be fair i also love gift giving, i love to give my friends lots of little things i know they'll love so i don't see the "obsessiveness" of this.

MY TAKEAWAYS:

Mirajane Strauss will forever be Laxus' greatest opp (undefeated streak)

the Thunder Legion are the best gift givers in the guild, they're the equivalent of the rich aunties who want to spoil you rotten

I want to see no more Freed characterization calling him a pushover or cheerleader for Laxus, he's literally the one consistently defying his arrogance ON AND OFF SCREEN🗣️

Laxus and the Thunder Legion are private people, but everyone can see their love and devotion to each other and I think that's so beautiful

If I don't see new Thunder Legion content soon WHERE I CAN ACTUALLY SEE THEM another CEO will pay for it

[starheirxero]

IF I DON'T TALK ABOUT JULY 16TH, I'M GOING TO COMBUST-

SUN LOVED THESE CHILDREN SO MUCH- HE LOVED THEM NOT UNLIKE ONE LOVES THEIR OWN- HE PARTIALLY RAISED THEM, GODDAMNIT-

HE LOVED THEM, AND HE LOST THEM, AND HE COULDN'T DO ANYTHING-

FOR THE LONGEST TIME, HE THOUGHT THEIR BLOOD COATED HIS HANDS- FOR THE LONGEST TIME, HE THOUGHT HE KILLED THE ONES HE WAS SUPPOSED TO PROTECT-

HE DIDN'T, AND HE KNOWS THAT NOW, BUT IT WON'T BRING THEM BACK- IT WON'T CHANGE THE FACT, THAT THEY THOUGHT IT WAS HIM-

IT WON'T CHANGE THE FACT, THAT HE COULDN'T PROTECT THEM, LIKE HE WAS SUPPOSED TO-

I AM GOING TO START EATING THE FLOOR--

HE REMEMBERS THEM, EACH AND EVERY ONE-

JACKIE, JAMIE, JAMES, KIT, HUEY, HOWIE, EVELYN-

HE REMEMBERS THEIR INTERESTS AND QUIRKS- HE REMEMBERS THE LITTLE DETAILS, EVEN, AS IT'S ALL FADING-

HE KEEPS SAYING THESE NAMES LIKE A MANTRA, TO REMIND HIMSELF, NEVER TO FORGET THEM, EVEN AS MEMORIES ARE SLIPPING BY-

HE SOUNDS SO MOURNFUL-

FUCK, IM GOING TO BE SICK/POS-

The thing that really gets me is that they really sound like children- I don't know exactly how to describe it, but they sound like kids I would've known when I was little- Hell, some of them do sound like kids I knew, some of which I was even friends with!

THIS PUTS SO MUCH WEIGHT ON BLOODMOON'S ACTIONS, JESUS CHRIST-

THEY WERE CHILDREN- CHILDREN WITH FAMILIES THAT LOVED THEM, THAT MOURNED THEM-

EVELYN'S FATHER WAS MENTIONED- HE WAS A FARMER, AND SHE LOVED WEARING OVERALLS BECAUSE OF IT-

SHE WAS NEVER ALLERGIC TO PEANUTS, SHE WAS OBSESSED WITH THEM INSTEAD-

MY HEART-

The one thing about Fnaf lore, that always kind of bothered me, was that the missing kids felt more like plot devices- There isn't much about them, outside of Susie, though only if you read the books- Which is fine, if they aren't meant to be the focus!

However, by making them characters, I feel like it puts so much more weight onto William's actions. It turns him into a larger threat, a monster.

Which is exactly what is happening here!

By giving them names, personalities, it feels like there is so much more weight on Bloodmoon's actions, y'know?

He robbed them of growing up. He forced their parents to bury them.

God, their parents must despise Sun! If Dazzle ever remembers, I could honestly see her dad becoming a character!

The moment, he'd see the twins, it'll be on sight!

Though, it generally makes me curious! I wonder, if Dazzle is really the only ghost kid left behind.

I wonder, if there are going to be more. There were little hints of the possibility dropped!

Some of them might not be as forgiving, which would be really interesting to see!

-Stardust

YELLS AT THE TOP OF MY LUNGS YEAH YEAH YEAH!!!!!!!! LITERALLY EVERYTHING YOU SAID HERE AAUAGGHHHH

Sun has quietly carried so much love and care and guilt over these kids for years of his life, a grief that bubbled under the surface, and we never truly saw how much that weighed on him until now as he has to stomach that one of them has come back and they forgive him :(((

AND YEA THEY'RE LIKE. THEY'RE SO BELIEVABLY KIDS THAT IT MAKES MY CHEST HURT. The way Sun talked about their habits and interests didn't feel strange in any way, like how sometimes people write kids and its like. have u ever interacted with a child in ur life HDKWHD it was just. they felt really truly alive.....

AND IT ABSOLUTELY DOES ADD MORE WEIGHT TO WHAT BLOODMOON DID YEAH. AND UR POINT ABOUT CANON FNAF YEAH YEAH YEAH!!!!!!!!!! Oms I was thinking something similar the other day and I'm SO GLAD YOU WERE ABLE TO PUT MY THOUGHTS INTO WORDS AHDKSNKD

Like. I mentioned that harm or death of children is the quickest way to make me sniffle and wail and wail, but fnaf never really managed to make me truly sad and weepy about the kids because, like you said, they were more plot devices rather than full characters.

BUT YESYES ALSO LIKE U SAID, by fleshing out their lives and making them more solid characters, it adds so much more weight to the actions of the murderer!! Bloodmoon looked at these little humans who flocked to him because they loved Sun and he saw food, he saw easy targets, and he took advantage of that to the highest degree!!! And it's like holy shit!!!!! Whadda hell!!!!!!!! Like u said, he robbed them of growing up, he had just as little regard for their new lives as he did the rats in the theater and it's like. AUGH.

BUT ALSO YEAG OUHG if Dazzle's dad or another dead kid became characters I'd lose it /pos

It would just be a very bittersweet feeling, especially if it was Dazzle's dad, and I think I'd never emotionally recover. Tsams if you hear me HAKAHSKS

[itsblasttothepast]

I'm not sure if I have the strength to keep going right now. This week was bad we have one last race and apparently ESPN (if you want to read it but it's quite depressing) confirmed that Sergio is out, I don't know what sources they have but they were right about Newey and I just feel sick (too much stress and too much helplessness) - I kind of blame myself too, it always goes wrong for dirvers that I start to like. All we needed was one good race, one race where the car was working - and it was going so well, Sergio was doing so good, Bird wasn't useless in communicating and then? Just like Baku, all hopes down the drain in less than 5 second. And people spinning the car giving up to be Checo's fault? He did what he could, the entire weekend he was a lab rat and it helped them so much, I mean - Max won for fuck's sake and it didn't seem possible on friday. And yet the hate is like a ever growing wave and it's just too much for me right now. Horner's words were... Weird? Sergio was still insisting he has the seat, he said that nothing changed in his contract but the whole situation is just disgusting. I read the Horner thing with a lot of wariness but it sounded weird to me but I agree with you, it's like he is asking him to quit on his own (which would prove our Markorner theory of destroying him slowly to push him out - the message is clear, they don't want him in RBR anymore). But it was also kind of nice??? Like, compared to how earlier (before the mess got worse and we knew even less than now) he called Sergio 'unsuitable' and all and now he was choosing his words wisely? - I agree with you that the 'adult thing' sounds awful and it does have a double meaning (so he's feeding the media again - it's either Sergio's staying and they can't do nothing about it or they expect him to leave on his own). The lunch was suspicious for me too but I decided to take it as a 'we got more wind tunel time and that was the goal so it's okay' because I was feeling naive but right now I have no words anymore. Horner acting like this wasn't the plan, him saying that Sergio did what he could while at the same time telling him to fuck off? Crazy. I just want it to be resolved and for people to stop hating on Sergio. Liam has something against older drivers and if he thinks Fernando will let that slide he is very much wrong. I don't want to get optimistic just to have reality hit me again so I'll say this - whatever happens I hope Sergio is aware of everything and will be able to make the best choices. The chestappen baby is not important to RBR apparently :(

Max silence is also gving me bad vibes. I know he can't (and he didn't) defend Sergio every race but just at the last stretch the silence is making me paranoid. But maybe it's because of that congratulation video from 'all RBR family' that Sergio wasn't in - could they make their opinion on Checo any clearer? I get the academy thing and all but it was a low blow from them anyway. Jos is the wildest card in this entire mess, I hope he keeps his silence 'till the end of the season, we have enough with Horner and Marko being snakes. This last week will be a nightmare so the rumours might be as well:

Valtteri actually signed with RBR but they told him to keep quiet

Sergio is out but he's taking a lot of money with him and that's why Horner is salty about P3 in WCC

RBR20 becomes a decent car at the last race just for funsies

Ford CEO first demand as the new partner will be to fire Horner and Marko

Max locks himself in the office and refuses to race if RBR won't confirm Sergio for 2025

Sergio is staying out of spite and British media will combust from anger

It was a long way since the beautiful Suzuka race, huh? We have fallen so low and I can't believe that people can't remember Sergio getting P2 every race at the start of this season. I know it sounds bad but Max really is just that good to make the car work even if it's a piece of crap - which he said it was many times, alongside Sergio but apparently nobody heard that. RBR sacrificing Sergio for the 'developement of the car' so Max can defend his WDC, laughing at him when he first told them the problems and blaming him despite having the data, leaving him alone to deal with the hate and even feeding it just to say that he should leave on his own is crazy. Either way - I hope we survive this.

It's really hard with all the headlines and I know ESPN is a reliable source (I guess, honestly by this point I don't know anymore), and I wish they just come out and say whatever is going to happen, but I know that Checo is the one pulling all the attention, I mean, there are tons of things happening in Abu Dhabi:

Charlos divorce.

The fight for the sub-championship between Norris and Charles.

The last race of Lewis with Mercedes, ending an era.

Esteban not being able to race, and practically leaving Alpine without a farwell or something.

The Haasband divorce.

Zhou and Valtteri also having their last race and deserving all the attention, particularly Zhou who was the best driver.

Franco Colapinto leaving F1 (momentarily, we know he'll be back because he's awesome).

And for the gossip, the whole Max-George drama should keep the press fed, but NOOO, they want to focus on Checo, again, like they have been doing all year.

Anyway, to be honest many of the experts in México don't believe about the whole leaving RBR thing, at least for 2025, but they think he will leave in 2026 (and others also think that Max is leaving as well in that year), but statistically I know there's a chance it could happen. If that's the case, we should look the positive outcome, even if he doesn't have a seat for next year, at least he will breath again being away from this hell team, and I sure hope he gets enough money to screw them over, and he goes loudly and airing all the dirty laundry. And there's always 2026.

The rumor of Checo in Mercedes is the one who honestly made me laugh. People can be so delusional, I mean, I love Checo, but I know he isn't Mercedes' choice by a long shot.

We care about Checo and the Chestappen baby, so whatever happens, we will be together, with him, eating kitkats and knowing he'll return as the king he is.

The only way to survive this week is not letting them get to us, we need to be wilder and crazier than them!

My only rumor this time is... Checo actually bought RBR last year, and he's testing the loyalty of every member of the team to see who he will fire next year. Of course many failed, and he's taking notes. Also he's marrying Max because he can't have a kid out of wedlock.

Oh, and Charles is Max's best man, while Fernando is Checo's. Franco is the ring bearer.

Yeah, the year started so good... so happy and hopeful, it feels like we age 100 years with this hell season.

We shall survive my friend, if only to not giving RBR the satisfaction of defeat us.

[sleepy-bi666]

incorrect quotes for my mcstm dr to cope and connect

Ivor: Why am I the bad guy? Aiden: I don't know, why am I the pretty one? We all have our thing.

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Jesse: My expectations are low, but they can always go lower.

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Ivor: Where's Lukas? Aiden: Don't worry, I'll find them. Aiden, shouting: Jesse sucks! Lukas, distantly: Jesse is the best person ever! Fuck you! Aiden: Found them.

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Petra: I failed my safety training course today. Lukas: Why, what happened? Petra: Well one of the questions was "In case of a fire, what steps would you take?" Lukas: And? Petra: Well apparently "FUCKING LARGE ONES" isn't an acceptable answer.

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Lukas: They called me the B-word. Axel: Motherfucker doesn’t start with ‘b’.

(this is so canon)

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Lukas, talking about Jesse/Me: WHAT THE FUCK I WAS ARGUING WITH THEM AND I SAID “OOH YOU WANNA KISS ME SO BAD” AND GUESS WHAT? THEY DID. THEY KISSED ME. WHAT THE FUCK WHAT DO I DO.

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Jesse/Me: I scare people a lot because I walk very softly and they don't hear me enter rooms. So when they turn around, I'm just kind of there and their fear fuels me.

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Aiden: I have a problem. Ivor: Kill it. Aiden: Can you chill for like, two seconds?

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Olivia: One time I went to hand Aiden a bowl of soup. I wanted to say “Careful, it’s hot!”, and “Here’s your soup!”, so instead I blurted out “Careful it’s soup.”

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Lukas: I’m sad. Jesse/Me: Don’t be sad, because sad backwards is das. Jesse/Me: And das not good.

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Olivia: Is something burning? Petra: My burning love for you of course! Olivia: … Petra: … Petra: And the kitchen is on fire…

(i know what you are 0-0)

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Ivor: When life gives you lemons, don't make lemonade. Make life take the lemons back! Get mad! I don't want your damn lemons, what the hell am I supposed to do with these? Demand to see life's manager! Make life rue the day it thought it could give Ivor lemons! Do you know who I am? I'm the person who's gonna burn your house down! With the lemons! I'm gonna get my engineers to invent a combustible lemon that burns your house down!

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Axel: Ooh, somebody has a crush Lukas: Pfft, I don’t have a crush on Jesse I just think they’re cool, it’s not like I stay up at night thinking about them. *Later that night* Lukas, very much awake: Uh oh.

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Axel: Guys, I have a question. Jesse/Me: kys <3 Axel: I love you too. Lukas: Ah, yes. Siblings.

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Jesse/Me: Are you coming to bed? Lukas: I can't. This is important. Jesse/Me: What? Lukas: Someone is wrong on the internet.

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Jesse/Me: Respect my trans homies or I’m gonna identify as a fucking problem.

(i am trans. so)

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Lukas: Why do you hang out with me? Jesse/Me: You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me! Lukas: … Lukas: I feel a bit sorry for you.

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Axel: Advice of the day kids, if you ever meet someone who calls Gatorade flavors the actual name of the flavor instead of just the color then they are a certified nerd. Petra: Yeah but you have to specify, frost glacier or cool blue? You can’t just say blue because there’s more than one blue. Axel: Blue and light blue, nice try nerd.

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Petra: Okay, what does A stand for? Jesse/Me: Arson. Petra: Aw, you're so good. Okay! B! What does B stand for? Jesse/Me: Barson. Ivor: *laughter* Petra: What stands for C? Jesse/Me: Commit arson. Ivor: Oooo. Petra: D! Jesse/Me: Don't come near me, I'm going to commit arson. Ivor: *more laughter*

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Axel: Hey do you wanna hang out this weekend? Lukas: Generic excuse. Axel: I can’t believe you said that out loud, to my face. Lukas: I can.

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Jesse/Me: When I first got my autism diagnosis, my first thought was “woah… it’s canon” and I think that maybe thoughts like that is why Olivia made me get tested.

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Petra: In your opinion, what is the height of stupidity? Ivor, turning to Axel: How tall are you?

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Ivor: So, did everyone learn their lesson? Petra: No. Axel: I did not. Lukas: I may have actually forgotten one. Jesse/Me: Also no. Ivor: Oh good, neither did I. Olivia: *Exhausted sigh*

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Lukas: You have an impressive pain tolerance. Jesse/Me: Thanks, it's the trauma.

(please this is so me)

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Jesse/Me: If I die, my funeral will be the biggest party ever and you're all invited. Petra: "If" Axel: Great, the only party I'm ever invited to and they might not even die.

[waltwhitmansbeard]

you thought i was done with my grow with the flow bullshit? you FOOL. tw: stalking

When Vax enters the apartment, arms laden with all of the ingredients they'll need for tonight's baking livestream, the first thing he's greeted with is a distressed meow from Simon, who's sitting on the kitchen counter where he absolutely knows he's not supposed to be. The second thing he's greeted with is a low thud from the bathroom, followed by a muffled, "Ah, fuck."

Vax exchanges a look with Simon, who stares back with wide, insistent eyes, dumps the reusable shopping bags onto the floor, and walks over to the closed bathroom door. "Kiki?"

There's a sudden, panicked clatter, followed by a high-pitched, "Just a second!"

Vax is loath to intrude on her, not when she's asked him to wait, but there's a creeping unease making its way up his spine. He rests his temple against the door. "Are you okay?"

"I—fuck." She sighs. "Yeah. Just..." He removes his head just as the door opens a crack.

It's not really a two-person bathroom—it's not really a two-person apartment—but he manages to cram himself in to look over her shoulder at her in the mirror of the medicine cabinet. Something icy and tight grips his lungs when he sees the split lip and blooming bruise on her jawbone, accompanied by the faraway look in her eyes. "Fucking hell."

"It's not as bad as it looks," she lies unconvincingly, bringing a makeup sponge up to her face. Does she really think he's not going to notice the way her hand trembles?

"Keyleth, what the fuck?" He reaches out to still her hand, turning her to face him as gently as he can manage when his heart is thundering inside his throat. Her face is pale, and she won't meet his eye. He brings her to the tub, pulls her down so they're both perched on the edge. His thumb grazes delicately over her lip, and she inhales sharply. "What happened?"

She stares down at the sponge in her hands, twirling it round and round and round between her fingers. "I was clumsy."

He doesn't understand why she's evading his questions. "Keyleth, please." He lifts her chin so their gazes meet, and her eyes are shining now. He feels like he's going crazy. "Did someone hit you?" There's a cool, easy realization that he has absolutely no qualms about seeking violent retribution for someone putting their hands on her.

But she shakes her head. "I...I got this." She reaches into the back pocket of her jeans and pulls out her phone. After a few taps, she pulls up a photo sent in a text from an unknown number. It is a photo of her, a little blurry, in the exact outfit she's wearing now, taken from across a street.

Vax blinks. He feels it brewing inside him, the storm of quiet, savage rage. Her fucking stalker. "He has your number now?"

She gives a jerky shrug and sniffs once. "I guess." She clicks the phone off. "I was so freaked out, I just started running. My foot got caught on the cracked sidewalk around the corner, you know, the one I always trip on. That's how..." She gestures vaguely toward her face, and he can see now the red scratches on the heels of her palms, evidence of her trying to break her fall.

Vax takes a deep breath, holds it as long as he can, and breathes out slowly. He's going to combust, he's sure of it, explode in a paroxysm of fury and terror. As slowly as he can manage, he tips his forehead against hers, brings his fingertips up to brush softly over the darkening bruise. "When I find him, I'm going to kill him." It is a promise. It is a fact.

She sniffs again, louder this time. "I was just so scared."

He delicately pulls the makeup sponge from between her fingers. "And you weren't going to tell me about it?"

Another half-shrug. "I didn't want you to worry. I thought..." She sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose. "I thought if I pretended it wasn't real, maybe he'd...I don't know. Get bored and go away."

He brings her in, both arms around her shoulders, and tucks her head under his chin. They both know this fuck's not just going to go away. He wants something from her—her attention, her love, her fear, her silence—and he's not going to stop until he gets it—or until someone else stops him.

"I'm cancelling the stream tonight."

Keyleth jerks upward. "No—"

"This isn't a discussion. You are in no condition to try and perform normalcy for thousands of people, and besides..." He presses a soft kiss to her split lip, careful not to hurt her. "I don't want to be, y'know, selfish about it, but if anyone sees any hint of a bruise, Kiki, they're going to think I gave it to you."

Cold horror draws all the blood from her face. "Oh. I didn't...I didn't think—you would never—"

"And you and I both know that, but they don't. The last thing we need right now is an audience full of people digging into our lives trying to figure out if I'm a sick bastard or not."

She thumbs away tears threatening to spill from her eyes. "I'm sorry this is happening, I'm sorry this is ruining everything—"

No. Absolutely not. He takes her face in his hands, frowning apologetically at her wince. "You don't apologize for him. You don't take responsibility for the actions of fucking monsters. You are doing nothing wrong, and nothing is ruined, because I have you, and you have me, and we have this apartment and Simon and our friends and our podcast and I will be dead in the ground before I let him take any of that from us, you hear me?" She nods. "Good. Now, I'm gonna run you a bath, and while you're in here I'm going to reschedule the stream for next weekend and then I'm going to order the biggest pizza that will physically fit through the front door."

She huffs out a laugh, then leans into kiss him. "Thank you for being here."

As if he'd rather be anywhere else. "I'm always gonna be here, Kiki. It's the one thing I know for sure; wherever you go, as long as you'll have me, I'm gonna be right here."

[nightynite]

I thought this would be neat and precise, but this kind of ended up being a ramble about the Postal Dudes and how their system works. And my interpretations of them, I guess. Anyway, if you're curious to learn about Red, Dude, and Cowboy, click the read more, because I am scared as shit to post something this long without making it easily skippable.

Let's begin, shall we?

Red: Postal 1 Dude, was the host of the system for most of childhood/teen/young adult years. After 1997, he stopped. He's extremely guarded and doesn't like getting to close anyone--something that's stuck throughout the entire system and all the years they've been alive. He's quiet and doesn't like speaking often, and will avoid talking if he can really help it. Sometimes, he'll freeze up mid-sentence and be unable to continue verbally for a couple minutes. Due to how DID works, it's most likely that Red started /existing/ during childhood, and whoever was THE original kid Dude, is no longer a thing. Red formed specifically to take on everything the kid originally had to, and was hostile, reactive, and paranoid to survive. During this time as he was growing up though, along with delusions and hallucinations, he had another voice beside him. Dude, though he has been mistaken for the Demon: Postal 2 Dude, the main host of the system up until the car crash that formed Cowboy, sometimes called Green or Three (usually by mistake, or because Cowboy got too embarrassing), and after the 11 years spent in Catharsis or whatever. The Postal Dude himself, Dude, is a rather... Combustible person. He tries to play along with the people he meets and knows, but is ultimately always dragged down into a spiral of wanting to stop living this horrible life he's in. Something always goes wrong, he has nothing to live for besides Champ, and no matter what he does, he's never been able to escape the Hell that he's been stuck in for all these years. He's mostly selfish, in the sense that he's much more likely to run from a bad situation than help out someone who's in danger--unless there's something in it for him. It's hard for him to care about others, and it's hard for him to meet anyone even remotely sane nowadays. At this point, he's just counting the days until he finally snaps. And snap he did--when he shot himself in the head on Friday and ended up in a twisted hellscape of his own making. Mad Cow Tourettes Zombies are a laughing matter in the face of one million crazy and wacked out Gary Colemans throwing fucking grenades and scissors at you from every direction. I mean, seriously, what was up with that? Were those hospital attendants or just makings of Dude's mind? What the hell was happening? And why the hell were those Colemans so strong? Where the fuck did the grenades come from Anyway, back on track: Cowboy, aka Green, aka Three, aka Loser, aka Dumbass, aka Fuckwit (I'm assuming I don't need to make it any more clear?): Postal 3 Dude, a game I have not bothered playing and instead watched a longplay of because by god, that gameplay is ass. So, he formed after the car crash, and was the first one to wake up. That brain damage mixed with a nuclear blast really does something to a guy, huh? Well, once he was back on the road and fixed up, he went to Catharsis with Champ and did... Some stuff. I'm going to say that stuff was NOT everything shown in the actual game because the story is dumb to me and i think I could rewrite it and make it more fun. Haha, that'd be cool, right? Anyway. Cowboy's the most anxious of the group. He tries to be cool and act like everything's chill and like he's in control of things, when really he's usually not. He's not prone to violence--at least not as much as Dude and Red might be--but he IS going to resort to it if he can't get what he wants in a somewhat tame way. I imagine, if he and Movie dude were to meet, they would like kiss and make out under the moonlight. Who said that Anyway, if you have anything you want to know in particular about these dudes, let me know because I love talking about all my thoughts. and Stuff.

[c4l4mityv4in]

The cute Witch boy flying outside my window (A Haikyuu fanfic)

Chapter 2: "My name is Shoyo Hinata"

Notes:

Looking back at this Chapter after a few weeks, I hate the way I wrote trans Hinata and wish I would ve gone with the original plan which I'm probably gonna use once I write the fic from Hinata's POV

Trigger Warning: mentions of Homophobia, Transphobia and violence against people of the LGBTQIA+ community

"Dear Diary

If you asked me how my day was I'd say: "I don't fucking know", I barely payed attention in class and practice after losing a match is always frustrating. I ran straight home after practice, even ignored the captain wanting to buy us snacks like he usually does. I stayed by the window for hours... and then I saw the crow and I heard the bell approaching

"Should I say something?"

"Should I be quiet?"

', I asked myself.

The bell got slower, as if Shoyo was trying to be quiet. Our eyes met as he finally flew past my window.

"Hi!" I said trying to sound cool

"Were you waiting for me?" He asked, I couldn't tell if he was trying to make fun of me for it by the sound of his voice.

My face turned red. What was I even expecting waiting for him like some creep? "Um...I-I kinda... yes?"

He got closer to me: "You're cute you know that?

Come on let me in"

He took his shoes off, the crow stayed by the windowsill as me and Shoyo chatted.

"I'm sorry I was acting like a creep and waiting for you earlier...um, I just...didn't ask you to come back and thought you were just a dream", that sounded fucking stupid! He looked at me dead serious and went: "I'd love to be the boy of you dreams" Diary when I tell you I was about to spontaneously combust I mean it! Why is that happening? Why do I feel like I'm on another planet every time I think of him or hear his voice!? It makes no sense to me”

"Dear Diary,

It's been a few weeks, summers here and Shoyo comes by every night. I asked Sugawara about the way I was feeling. He says I might have a crush and I don't know how to feel about that. Does Shoyo even like boys?

Should I ask him if he likes boys? What if he calls me slurs like those boys in middle school?.. No he would never, he has no cruelty in his heart. He comes by every night and we hang out and every time he stays until I fall asleep and he's gone the next day.

He always comes around 10pm, I'm grown used to the sound of his bell.

I also got used to him crashing into my closet that's in front of the window cause apparently he's too lazy to just say "Hello may I come in?". I started putting pillows in front of it so he doesn't hurt himself. I'll update you

once he gets here

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We watched "Mamma Mia!" this time (which is totally not linked to the Author having watched the movie for the first time a few hours ago and developing a new hyper fixation, the Author), we stayed up all night recreating all the choreographies and sang all the songs...and then we got to lay all your love on me, and we were close, very close, so close I could have kissed him. The music stopped and the moment ended, to say I was disappointed would be an understatement. "I like the view", Shoyo said jokingly (?), he basically climbed on top of me. "Get off shorty! Let me see what's wrong with this damn CD", I was frustrated! Would he have kissed me if the music didn't stop? "What's wrong with it?" he asked. "I don't think it's the CD I think it's the stereo. Guess it's about time I buy a new one" I answered. He looked disappointed and then he focused on my face, not my eyes tho, lower. "I guess we should go to sleep then, good thing it's Saturday

tomorrow" I took some pijamas, changed in the bathroom and then lied right next to him. Before I knew it, the words slipped out of my mouth "Do you wanna go out with me?" I froze. Why did I even say that? "Sure! When?" I didn't want to lie to him and say I wanted a hang out as friends. "I mean...like a date", I swallowed and awaited a response.

"Yeah, I know that's what you meant. I've been flirting with you probably since the first time we met" I felt like a stone that had been sitting on my chest just disintegrated, I was relieved to say the least."

"Dear Diary,

The date was good, then bad, then I felt like I was on another plane of existence.

Let me break it down for you, I got ready for the date and waited for that talking crow to call me to tell me where to pick Shoyo up, "Aye! Resting bitch face! Ya ready!", Woodpecker's voice still sounded like a chainsmoker muppet getting strangled and honestly we got used to insulting each other. Once I got outside he guided me into the woods to what looked like a perfectly normal tree, he told me to knock on it and so I did.

The trees changed shape and a huge hole opened up covered by a curtain "Come in!" I heard Shoyo yell. I entered took off my shoes and took in how big the inside actually was: "This place is so cool, Shoyo!"

"Thank you! Did you bring me those clothes you said you had for me? I only have traditional witch garments", he asked, I pulled out a shirt, shorts and swim trunks out of my tote bag for him, his face changed color as soon as he saw that last thing. "Is everything alright?" I asked, concerned "It's just...look if we're gonna date I might as well tell you...I am trans, and I have scars on my chest...", he said visibly nervous

"I don't care whether you're cis or not, I want to date you!"

, I responded

"But...there is a lot of bad things that happen to trans people all the time just cause they exist, I'm scared that...if I go to the pool or the beach and take my shirt off.. will I be the next face to end up on the news?", he was holding back tears. I didn't know what to say, I could only hug him and tell him that I would never allow that to happen to him and that anyone who'd like to hurt him would have to pass over my dead body to do so.

"Can I just keep my shirt on? I don't care whether we go to the pool or the beach I'm both planning on swimming anyway", he asked, tears streaming down his face. "Of course you can! I wasn't going to force you to do anything anyway we can literally just take a stroll on the beach if you prefer that!", I said.

"T'd love that", Shoyo responded

"Can I ask where your parents are?", I was curious since I saw nobody other than Shoyo in this house.

"I don't know, I don't remember my parents, I ran off into the woods one night after a walk with my parents, got lost found a shiny stone that turned me into a witch and... the memories faded away, elder witches took care of me for awhile then I found Woodpecker and I started living alone, they say that they can always make me a human again but...", he touched his chest "would that mean I'd be a girl again? I don't want that to happen!", he explained.

"I can't tell you what to do but...I say you should go with your gut", I suggested

Our date started with a snack trip to the grocery store. Me and Shoyo were at the drinks ile whenwe heard a woman yell: "Natsu Hinata come back right now!"

A little girl bumped into Shoyo's leg, they looked eerily similar, same hair color, same bone structure, same dumb look in their eyes. "I'm so sorry you two, she just ran off without warning I hope she didn't hurt you when she ran into you", said the girl's mother, she also looked eerily similar to Shoyo, as they left her turned to me with a shocked look

"Hinata...", he mumbled under his breath.

"My name is Shoyo Hinata"

I looked at him, dumbfounded: "You mean those two right there were..."

"Most likely...I guess I have a sister"

He just stared into nothing for a while before coming back to his senses, "I'll deal with that later! Let's focus on our date first!", he took my hand and I felt like a storm of butterflies exploded in my stomach trying desperately to find a way out, we were both extremely red, his face had this adorable dorky grin I wish I could look at for the rest of eternity. After shopping we went down to the beach to have our picnic, there were lots of changing cabins and lots of people too, as soon as we set up our spot I heard a voice calling my name:

"Kageyama!!"

", yelled Tanaka from afar. "Tanaka-

senpai! Didn't expect to see you here", behind him stood a short boy with wet hair of two different colors: "Nishinoya-senpai! I haven't seen you in ages!" Nishinoya had scars on his chest, similar to what I think Hinata's chest must look like, I knew about it, I saw him once in the changing room before he stopped playing.

(Reminder that in this fic, Hinata never convinced Asahi to come back/called him inside the gym so both him and Nishinoya aren't part of the team anymore)

"Nice seeing you again, man!", said Nishinoya

"Who's the short fry?", asked Tanaka

"This is Shoy....Shoyo Hinata, he's my-"

"I'm his date!", he interrupted me

Tanaka whistled, "I didn't know you had a boyfriend, Kageyama!", he teased

I blushed, I would love to call Shoyo my boyfriend one day but it was simply too early, "It's just a first date, calm down!"

This next thingvis going to be a little butchered, Shoyo told me about a conversation he had with Nishinoya while I was bickering with Tanaka,

"How are you saw confident about them?", Shoyo asked him

"About what?", Noya was confused by the question

"Your top surgery scars, how are you not scared of someone attacking you just for existing?", Shoyo explained himself. Noya seemed to pause for a moment,

"If I live in fear of being myself in public, what's the point of going out? These kind of things can happen anywhere even in your own home, just cause there is a chance someone will go Psycho on me I'm not going to change myself to please others! I'm a man dammit! And people will see that I'm proud of being trans whether they like it or not!", Noya's eyes gleamed, according to Shoyo the fire in his eyes could have put the flames of hell to shame.

"But what if it DOES happen?"

', Shoyo was still in his state of paranoia

"There is no nice way to say this really and the chance of that happening isn't even that high, the Americans are the ones we should worry about the most, soif you were to "go" tomorrow, would you rather be ashamed of

who you are in life and regret it in death or would you rather be proud of your identity till your clock stops ticking?", Nishinoya's words were enough to

move something inside Shoyo, he took his shirt off, we swam in the sea, i felt like shit cause 1 remembered why I hate sea-water, salt gets everywhere and all the sand sticks to your legs but overall we had fun

"Are you sleeping over? I wouldn't mind actually having you by my side when I wake up for once, you can use our shower to wash up if you want", I asked him

"What about your parents? Won't they mind?", he asked me, he held my hand as we walked back.

"Nah, they're never home, it's always just me and my older sister and she's been begging for me to bring home someone I like", I explained

"So you like me?", he said in a teasing tone

"What if I do?", I playfully clapped back.

Shoyo snickered a little under his breath

"Stay still for a second", he asked me.

He went up a few of the stone steps in feont of my house, leaned forward and kissed me... on the cheek.

I wasn't upset about it but my lips were literally two centimeters away.

"Can you open the door?", he asked me as if nothing happened.

[jimimn]

This is going to be so all over the place I'm so sorry. I still can't organise my thoughts, I don't know what I was expecting but it definitely wasn't THAT. But this song was SO good I still haven't recovered from it. Park Jimin really did that. First of all, I want to talk about the choir because we always talk about the choir because the choir fucking ATE this song up oh my god. Now I want them on every Jimin song. And the dancers?? They were amazing too. The way Jimin walked in front of them was so powerful. I loved all of the formations and I have to admit at first I thought they were forming a 9 and I was like wtf is a 9, what does that represent 😂 I have seen someone say it's a fibonacci spiral, or a cyclone which symbolises Jimin's inner struggle, or the transformation from caterpillar to butterfly and I am loving all of them. The butterfly dance ATE TOO?? I am so in love with that move he's so sexy, so hot, he delivered so well. And his dancers are so pretty too like everything about this mv is chef's kiss. CAN WE TALK ABOUT HIS JACKET EXPOSING HIS SHOULDER AGAIN 🥵🥵 and he really said he has no problem getting naked for us AND THEN DID THAT. Imagine how much more gagged we would've been if h̶̶̶e̶̶̶ ̶̶̶h̶̶̶a̶̶̶d̶̶̶ ̶̶̶n̶̶̶i̶̶̶p̶̶̶p̶̶̶l̶̶̶e̶̶̶ ̶̶̶p̶̶̶i̶̶̶e̶̶̶r̶̶̶c̶̶̶i̶̶̶n̶̶̶g̶̶̶s̶̶̶ akanfndkanans ALSO HE'S SO BEAUTIFUL LIKE THE WAY HIS HAIR WAS STYLED I WANT TO KISS HIS STYLIST. One of my absolute favorite shots is at the end when he's inside the circle and they spin the camera around just before they lift him up. And all you can see is him in the middle and the dancers' arms and Idk but it's just such a beautiful shot of him. And god when the dancers lift him up AND HE LOOKS ABSOLUTELY GORGEOUS, HIS FACE??? SO BEAUTIFUL and then they start to GRAB FOR HIM and basically make him collapse on top of them??? THAT'S REAL CINEMA.  -🦋

under read more hehe <3

(part 2 so you can put this under read more because i can't shut up again 😭) Omg and can we talk about his singing and rapping? I mean we really got everything, we got lower register Jimin, we got Jimin singing high as a fucking skyscraper 😩 he did it for us 😞✋ And the way he jumps from very low to very high? It's soo good. Don't even get me started on him swearing 🥵🥵 "Look at me now, I won't hide anymore even if it hurts" & "Look at me now, I won't stop even if they mock me" with the dancers pointing at him UGH. Letting go of his past self, moving past all the hateful comments he got over the years. "raise your hand for the past me, now set me free" I feel like I got punched in the chest. And he talked about this before!! Of letting go of his past 'macho/manly' self and that he could finally just be comfortable with who he is.. And then his photofolio happened... And now set me free. Very queer coded.

Okay and can we also talk about how they do the exact same lift in Lie and we go from "I can't be free from this lie / pull me from this hell, I can't be free from this pain" to SMF "I never stop, fuck all your opps, finally free / I won't hide anymore even if it hurts / raise your hands for the past me, now set me free" I LOVE his journey.

So now that we finally have one of his songs out and I kind of calmed down a little, I'm already thinking about the rest of the songs. He hinted (like literally pointed at it) that the little aquarium bowl he was decorating in his wlive is also a hint / spoiler for the album. So I'm thinking it has to do with the other mv. Water is also a hint from the very first teaser. Please if they put him in a serendipity bubble again, I will combust on the spot. Also I was listening to the snippet again and he's definitely singing "fucking nowhere" and I think that song is Alone which means it will definitely fuck me up 😣 And didn't Jimin say his album is a story like Hobi and Namjoon's was? SMF is the last track if we don't count Like Crazy's eng version, which means him breaking out and finally being free is the end of his journey (for now). And he also said his album was influenced by his emotions and thoughts during the pandemic (like Namseok) so naturally I'm like wtf and fearing for my life because of all the tracks that come before we reach SMF's conclusion.

And on top of all that, we are already getting Like Crazy's poster in 2 days 😩 No rest for us. I'm very curious what your thoughts are, after a few hours 👀 (sorry for the long ask again 😭)  -🦋

anon it's been more than a day and i STILL can't organise my thoughts. im just there on twitter seeing tweets made by big brained ppl and I'm like, "holy shit! yeah makes sense!". I wasn't expecting the song to go that hard either 😭 it surpassed ALL my expectations it is so goddamn good. The chorus is soooooo goddamn addictive and the beginning of the song is such that it'll keep you hooked to listen to more. It is such a powerful and intriguing start. The horror like sound makes my brain freeze whenever i listen to it and then when the beat starts after the "ey" it feels like i just gained a shit load of power inside of me. AND HOLD ON ILL GET TO THE CHOIR. Jimin's voice. dear fucking god. The layers, the textures of his voice in the song. He's trying so many different things artistically and musically and it makes me so so happy. His growth has been so so insane. His range in music is so immaculate. He doesn't stick to one genre and I love that about him. AND NOW the choir. Whoever came up with the idea of adding the choir vocals to the song you are a fucking genius. They were so fucking amazing. The oh-eh-oh after the second verse when the mv had a close up of jimin and then it zooms out to the camera going in circles and the dancers circling jimin and dancing, that's my most most most favourite part of the mv. It's so fucking powerful i cannot even begin to explain what it makes me feel. And you know what, just imagine armys singing along to the choice when jimin sings "set me free" . LITERAL CHILLS. IMAGINE A STADIUM OF 50K PPL SINGING THAT WHILE JIMIN DANCES. oh i would sell a lung to witness that. the choreography the formations everything about it is so fucking genius sienna is such a talented choreographer she never never disappoints 😭 the dancers fucking ate my god all of them make this song so grand along with jimin. i literally consider myself so lucky to be in this fandom and witness this. AND THE SHOULDER JACKET THING PLS. I'm totally considering going back to my old url flipthatjacketjiminie 😭😭😭😭😭 pls omg you will not believe this but i literally thought the same on my 10th watch of the mv that what if he had nipple piercings hahahahahahahahahah rip army then ig 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂 oh oh oh and i just saw you mentioned that same shot as well where the dancers circle around him. TRUUUUULY THIS MV WAS CINEMA. and yep when they lift him up, jimin's expressions are so vulnerable for a while like he was so determined and strong and aggressive throughout the entire song but when they lift him up his expression softens and changes into something vulnerable and even his voice singing "set me free" mellows down a little as if it's coming from far away. god it made me feel so many things.

and omg yeah his voice 😭 it's everything. again like the way he's experimenting with his voice so confidently is mind blowing i love it so much. AND OH MY GOD THE SWEARING I DID NOT EXPECT THAT. is this the same man who goes "blublublublu" when a song that he plays on live has a cuss word?????? AND HE CUSSED NOT JUST ONCE BUT TWICE. LIKE HELL YEAH YOU TELL THEM OFF BABY. Oh also I read this in some tweet I'm sure because my brain isn't big enough to come up with this, but it said that interlude: set me free was like a plea to be set free but set me free pt. 2 was demanding the freedom. it blew my mind away fr 😭 and omg yeah that interview!!!!!!! the song took me back to that as well 😭😭😭😭 I'm so fucking proud of him you know? the way he has come to accept himself and love himself the way he is. the GROWTH. I'm so proud of him. AND YES TO THE QUEER CODED. this tweet made me so 🥺🥺🥺🥺

GOD YES THE LIE REFERENCE. the growth truly 😭 he's no longer trapped in lies. he's no longer in need of saving. he's demanding his freedom. not asking for it. he's letting go of the past and is being reborn into his truer self. and all of this happens when the music sounds so fucking cathartic. set me free pt. 2 is a real masterpiece through and through. and this is just the pre-release.

Yes me too. But i saw people who visited the Jimmy fallon prerecording say that they heard a snippet of like crazy and it was really amazing 😭😭😭 so I'm super excited again now i can't wait for Friday. I literally cannot believe I'm gonna have a jimin album in less than a week. And yes pls omg the bowl and the water..... my brain still hasn't moved on from thinking about jimin dancing in water/rain ok. I'm still stuck there. And yep i can hear "fucking nowhere" too but a lot of people can hear other things too 😭 alone will most definitely fuck me up I'm sure of that. Oh yeah he did say that!!!! which means the other songs are gonna be darker than smf 😭 we gonna get fuuuuucked up 😭😭😭 and god yeah pls I'm loving the content and everything jimin has such a packed promotion schedule 😭😭😭 the music shows and variety shows and everything oh we're gonna absolutely FEAST 🍽️ and again, don't apologise hehe it was fun answering<3 it just takes me a little time to answer bc i literally have no time these days between work and I'm so tired after work 💀 so answering long asks is a little overwhelming but also fun. I'm glad I can talk to you about all this hehe <33

[cephalotyrant]

Okay so... Jade and Azul swap bodies BUT Azul and Riddle are together

That goes so crazy imo

Like first of all the differences in their bodies... Azul has TWO SETS OF JAWS NOW??? and why are Jade's limbs moving on their own? This is insane!

"Azul," Jade said from this new yet all too familiar body of his, looking at his hands in incredulity. "Why exactly are my hands moving?"

His own eyes - so similar and yet so different - stared back at him.

"They have their own brains even on land," Azul said, face puckered up as he contorted his mouth awkwardly. "And you still have your pharyngeal jaw, it seems?"

This was going to be a pain, it seemed.

And then... The perception difference! Actually crazy for both of them.

"Oh, what're you gonna do after class, Azul?" A boy said. He was scared of Jade, if memory served right. Then he must've been scared of Azul as well.

Perhaps Jade would have some fun with him.

"Oh, I'd rather not say," he said. "It would certainly be... Disconcerting for you."

Perfectly frightening in its implication, and yet, the boy merely laughed.

"So you're embarrassed about it?" The boy said. "Man, I never thought you'd have a cute side like this."

Jade's eyes widened.

"P-Pardon?"

"You're stuttering, too?" The boy said like this was some overwhelm of cuteness. Jade couldn't help but be confused.

Was everything Azul did unexpectedly adorable to these people?

Meanwhile Azul in Jade's body breathes and people are like "AHHHH I'M TERRIFIED SATAN IS COMING FOR MEEEE"

Anyways on top of all this, there's Riddle and Jade isn't a boyfriend stealer so he doesn't kiss Riddle or let Riddle kiss him... Riddle is confused and mildly hurt and Jade just stares into his soul like "you shall understand in time" like some prophecy maker or smth

Anyways for the sake of the plot the curse that got cast on them implies that something bad happens if Azul or Jade tell anyone what happens

. Soooo Riddle is confused because anyone would be but then "Jade" aka Azul starts talking to him weird in class and he's like 'this is suspicious as fuck I'm going to investigate'

And then meanwhile jade is getting used to this and decides to have some fun at Azul's expense :)

"Oh, Riddle!" Azul said. "Have I ever told you of my love for karaage?"

Azul's favorite food was fried chicken? How peculiar.

"Is it, now? How unexpected," Riddle said. For some odd reason, Jade glowered at Azul.

"Pay no attention to those odd rambles," Jade said. Regardless, we really ought to-"

"You know, as a child, I used to hide in this little octopus pot! I still do now, on occasion."

Why was Azul telling him this? Was the mer not a rather secretive individual?

By now, Jade looked ready to combust. It was an odd expression.

Still, vulnerability was rare from Azul. Riddle would take advantage of it while it lasted.

"You did?" Riddle asked. "May I inquire as to why?"

"Oh, I was a rather shy child," Azul said. "Speaking of my childhood, perhaps I could show you a few photos-"

At that, Jade snapped.

"You will do no such thing!"

Anyways it's shortly after this interaction that Riddle puts two and two together and is like "yeah they swapped bodies Azul would never say that"

Time passes and they swap back... Sadly Riddle and Azul both get K.O.'d from embarrassment Azul at the shit Jade said in his body and Riddle at his own clinginess

Anyways final thing because I will never be able to resist bringing the ocs into this... Ramicruz bodyswap... How would that go :3

Don't forget that Azul has to get used to the fact that his (Jade’s) hands are totally stationary. I've already talked about him psyching himself out with the jaw but it's so funny that he feels SOMETHING foreign but it's not his silly smart tentacles, and he expects them to move and react with/alongside him only for them to stay stationary what's wrong?? then he accidentally finds the way to use the extra jaw and he does not like it... it's like manually breathing he's ALWAYS aware of it.

As for Jade...

He was aware Azul’s limbs had personal autonomy, so to speak– they would write on their own, fetched food when it was nearby and, on the rare occasion, hit things out of frustration, but this reaction wasn't any of the sort.

His hands... we're *spazzing out*– flexing so hard it hurt and jerking unnaturally– and while he was also aware that Azul's nervous system was a particularly sensitive one, he was not prepared for the immediate tears that sprung in the corner of his eyes when he failed to make them cease.

"Hm... Azul. Your hands are moving outside of my control."

However funny it was to hear Azul's voice wobble unsteadily like it just did, knowing it was himself... left things to be desired.

A different pair of hands grabs the ones he's holding out and gives them a tight *squeeze*, significantly lessening the severity of the outburst.

"You're panicking so *they're* panicking, you buffoon!"

Jade Leech had never sounded so infuriated.

"This is the first time I hear you talk about your limbs as if they were individuals."

Azul– wearing his face– turns a vicious shade of pink that does not look good on him. He attempts to push his glasses up his nose, only to nearly poke his eyes out, diverting them towards the floor. "I– I only talk to Mama and Grandmother about them, since they're– they're more experienced, all right? This is an occasion where speaking about them is essential, so I must beg you... do not bring this up at a later date. Ever."

Jade places a hand over his heart, only to immediately correct the angle, realizing it was not 'Azul' like enough. That, and the hand was still somewhat intent on disobeying.

something something the more people aware of the curse the slower it wears off there /j

any body Azul switches to is a MAJOR ass power trip bruh first Riddle now Jade. They're all terrified when he does something it's so good. he goes "Heh, heh, heh..." and the lounge all feel chills going down his spine SATAN LEECH. The only thing he dislikes is that he has to take a disgustingly *passive* approach to things. He's only now realized how often he gesticulates in conversation, posing as Jade.

For Jade, it's no big deal really. he's observed Azul and all his behaviors since middle school. acting out said behaviors should he nooo big deal... he has some bumps along the road, but thankfully, nothing that can't be excused. He is, after all, Azul Ashengrotto, and everyone knows they can get their lives ruined by Azul.

Their biggest shared hurdle being... Riddle. Azul is dating Riddle, so there's expected affection between the two of them, but Azul is in Jade's body, so he's learning WITH Riddle all day. They pick up where they left off in class and 'Jade' uses a formula that he hasn't been using up to now... when asked he's like "I observed Azul tutoring a couple of underclassmen... truly benevolent, isn't he?" Azul's ass has to fight the urge to yap all damn day he wants to talk to his boyfriend so bad to himself GODAMMIT.

ugh Riddle... Jade will totally sabotage Azul with information...

"Thank you for meeting me here."

Riddle crosses his arms, observing the mushroom patch that he was invited to this late at night. "It's no issue. It's not curfew, after all–"

Azul holds a small envelope in front of him, smile... odd. He can't seem to put his finger on it just yet, but he has no reason to suspect that whatever is being handed ot him is against the rules...

"I hope what you find in this envelope with encourage your heart to forgive me for your transgressions."

Gently, he takes it, already moving to break the seal.

"I'd advise you not open it until you make it to your dormitory. It's rather sensitive information, and I'm... embarrassed."

Riddle raises a brow. Azul does not look the least bit embarrassed, he looks *giddy*, in fact– but his curiosity only grows. He nods, and Azul moves slowly– another thing that's odd, usually, when he complied with a request of his, he'd smile, or clasp his hands together with a definitive *clap*, or–

He huffs. "Alright. Good night, Azul."

"Goodnight, Riddle."

With his back turned, he pouts. Not 'dearest'? Not any other nickname?

—

At his bedroom, he's nearly forgotten about the envelope. He's not even sure if he *wants* to open it, but ultimately, he decides to move his letter opener across the seal.

Multiple papers flutter out, and he gasps, crouching to pick them up at once. Turning the first one around, he finds himself unexpectedly face-to-face with... a picture. A boy with gray skin and wide, watery eyes, eyes so strikingly ice-blue and pale hair fixed the best it could on an environment where it floated– they were pictures of Azul as a boy. School photos, class photos, a candid where he peeked from a kitchen counter...

Riddle can't help it– it's cute! Perhaps he *could* forget about today's events...

Meanwhile, back at Octavinelle, 'Azul' smiles. It was a small price to pay, giving away some of his collection of scavenged childhood photos– but an ultimately worthwhile one.

Ramicruz body swap everything is way to sensitive for Cruz and suddenly he's very very eepy. His first course of action is to further care for Rami's skin and hair without him squirming. The feathers are alarming, and he didn't know he has THAT many... they're not just in his hair...

In Rami's case in Cruz's body... everything feels like it's been dulled. He doesn't see the big deal about the one curl in his face, though. He's totally human and weaker and it's crazy...

[prettyboyeddiemunson]

Alright well, the friends to lovers trope with mutual pinning recalling has me right now. I'm thinking reader wants eddie right, and maybe is shy but really wants eddie to choke her while he is fingering her telling her that she is such his good little slut. 🥵

You knew that ending up in a relationship with Eddie would lead to many surprises and so much mischief, but what happened after one of his shows had to take the cake.

You had been friends for a while before you started dating—five years, give or take. You had wanted him for so long, however, that it felt as if the crush came before the friendship; you couldn’t remember a time that you weren’t completely taken with him. One day, to your surprise, Eddie had worked up the courage to confess how he truly felt, a bundle of nerves and fear that nearly caused him to retract the admission. When you told him you felt the same way, it had only gone uphill from there. You were both happy, you were a loving couple, and the sex was always nothing short of mindblowing. Eddie was the kinkiest lover you’d ever had, and you loved every goddamn second of what he gave you.

And that is exactly what landed you in this unforgettable situation tonight.

You were always so nervous & shy to vocalize your fantasies to him, and usually only did it because he gently coaxed them out of you. There was one that you wanted to try with him—something the two of you had not attempted yet. It had been one of your top fantasies about him before the two of you got together, and was put to use on nights when you were alone. You had no idea why you were so damn scared to just tell him. You two had done some pretty hardcore, kinky shit before, and this fantasy was a lot more tame compared to most of it.

Backstage at one of Eddie’s shows, he finally got it out of you. He could tell that something was bothering you, and before Corroded Coffin took the stage, he was able to gently pry it from you. You confessed to him that you had a fantasy, one that you were too bashful to admit to him out loud, and in that typical Eddie Munson fashion, he used humor to help you open up. When you shared what you wanted, he only smirked at you, gave you a hard, passionate kiss, and said that he would tend to you after the show. He was well-acquainted with the owner of the place, and always locked up after the shows, so that meant you & Eddie would be alone once everyone else left. Which is exactly what he wanted, as it would turn out.

Eddie had turned some music on the loudspeakers once the place was emptied, and Judas Priest’s “Love Bites” had just come on. The two of you lie completely naked upon the stage, Eddie’s fingers deep inside of you as his other hand wraps around your throat. He’s fucking you so hard with his middle & ring fingers that you can feel his rings beating against your drenched pussy, his eyes on you as you moan filthily. It isn’t too painful, though; in fact, it feels so goddamn good that you’re tearing at his scalp, one hand braced on his right shoulder as you cry out for him. He’s grinning wickedly, occupied with needfully biting at your tits before tightening the hold on your throat.

“What a good little slut you are,” he rasps, moving up from your chest to kiss you hungrily. He chokes you as he does so, letting off enough for you to breathe when you begin to gasp. “Shit, if I knew how easy it was to make you this wet, I would have tried this a long fucking time ago.”

Your entire body feels like it’s going to combust from how turned on you are. He makes out with you a little longer, his fingers still fucking into you with such ferocity that you’re beginning to see stars behind your closed eyelids. His teeth sink into your lower lip, tugging it desperately with a moan before he draws back to gaze down at you. You can feel that familiar tightness drawing in your lower belly, and you clench instinctively around his fingers as you feel your orgasm beginning to approach.

“Such a pretty little whore,” Eddie praises, rubbing his throbbing erection along your inner thigh. “Look at you. Getting fingered on stage, where everyone comes to watch me play, because she’s such a goddamn groupie. Is this what you wanted, y/n? For us to fuck here so that we can both think about it when I play again?”

“Yes,” you say when he releases your throat so that you can speak. “I wanna think about it every time I’m here from now on. I want to think about how you choked me for the very first time right here, and about how fucking good your fingers feel inside of me. I wanna think about sucking your cock after you fuck me, too, and tasting myself while you finish in my mouth. I want that to happen right here, on this stage. Just like some of those dirty movies you love so much.”

“Oh, God fucking dammit,” Eddie hisses, and you can feel his precum beading against your leg, making your inner thigh slick with it.

“Let me ride your cock from behind,” you say, running your fingers through his hair as his continue to fuck into you. “Your hand has to be getting tired, for as hard as it’s been working. The way you’re throbbing against my leg right now, something tells me I won’t have to ride you for very long. I wanna feel you inside of me, Eddie. I know you want that, too; I’m so fucking wet, and it’s got you so hard. Imagine how good & tight I’m going to feel, wrapped around your cock as I slam myself down over, and over, and over—“

He growls, pulling his fingers out and hastily sucking them clean. He turns you over so that you’re facing away and lies upon his back, helping you into his lap when he’s comfortable. You’re still facing the opposite direction, and you sink onto his cock with a hot, filthy moan. He groans behind you, his hands on your waist as he helps you take his entire cock. When he’s in to the hilt, you grind your hips a little to tease him, glancing at him over your shoulder. His long hair is wild, his eyes even wilder, and there is nothing but all-consuming lust written on his face. You begin to set a rhythm with your hips, and he sits up enough to reach your throat again. He grabs it, choking you as you bounce on his cock, and you experience such euphoria from every sensation that it feels as though nothing could ever be better than this.

“You were right,” he rasps in your ear, biting the lobe. W.A.S.P.’s “Animal (Fuck Like A Beast)” was playing, and he was grinding upward to meet your hips in time with the song. “You do feel so fucking good. The best part? When I squeeze your throat, you tighten up and soak my cock even more. What a pretty, depraved little slut you are, y/n.”

He cuts off your air, and he is proven correct. You clench tightly around his cock instantly, and more wetness soaks him as you bounce harder. Some of your juices run over his balls, with a little even getting on the stage beneath. He loosens his grip when you need to breathe, attacking your neck roughly from behind with open-mouthed, hot kisses as you gasp. The hand that was on your throat joins the other in squeezing your breasts, rolling the nipples between his fingers as he moans filthily in your ear. He doesn’t play with them for very long; one hand trails down to your clit, where he begins to rub hard, fast circles. You rock your hips even harder and he assists you, thrusting to meet your movements as he tries to make you cum. The sounds of sex can be heard over the music, and Eddie moans as he lies back just a little, watching his cock disappear inside of you as you work your hips.

“Cum for me,” he commands, his free hand around your throat again after a couple of minutes. “I want you to soak my dick as much as possible before you suck me off.”

A few more slams of your hips, some pressure from his hand on your throat, and a couple more swipes of Eddie’s fingers do the trick. You cum hard, drenching his cock even more as you do so, calling out his name as you throw your head back. Eddie doesn’t give you any time at all to recover from your orgasm, either; he gives you a soft, careful push off his cock, standing in front of you with his soaking erection in your face. You smirk up at him, wrapping your tongue around the tip with a moan. He groans at the sight of you, and you mewl due to the taste of your pussy on his cock. You cup one of your breasts, squeezing it as you take him down your throat and moving your head rapidly. You can tell he was no longer in a teasing mood, and neither were you; it was time to just get into it.

“Oh, fuck, that’s it,” he praises, his voice nothing more than a hoarse groan. His hands are on the back of your head, fucking your throat to your rhythm. “It’s going to be so fucking difficult to play here ever again. All I’m going to be thinking about is that perfect pussy and how good you looked riding me. I’m also going to think about how fucking hot you look right now, with my dick sliding down your throat. It’s going to get my dick so fucking hard in front of everyone. I’ll bet the thought of all of this will get you wet, too, huh?”

You mewl in response, winking to show him that he was right. He smiles, one hand cupping your cheek as you continue with the blowjob, making it as sloppy as possible. That’s the way he liked it, after all; his philosophy was the messier, the better. You choke on him, gagging once in awhile, drooling around him as you jerk him off. He just watches you with so much desire, hair in his eyes as he takes some of yours in his fist.

“We might have to make this a weekly thing,” he says, caressing your cheek tenderly. “Fuck…if I can stand it. You’re such a sexpot, you know that?”

You hum in reply, twisting your wrist around the base of his cock as you bob your head quickly. You jerk him off into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks as you gaze up at him through your eyelashes. He’s watching you, his lips open and his eyes hooded with lust, his skin flushed and sweat shining in the lights of the stage. You gag around him, and he groans filthily, hands in your hair as he guides you. You let him take over, allowing him to use your throat as he tries to bring on his climax. When it comes, your mouth fills with his cum, hot ropes of it shooting down your throat and onto your tongue. His face twists in ecstasy, his lips parted even more as your name falls from them. He ruts forward desperately, his hips stuttering as he whines, and you pull your mouth off of him so that he can recover. He sits down on one of his bigger amps, collecting himself and laughing softly as he does so.

“What’s funny?” you ask, crawling over and resting beside him as he plays with your hair.

“Nothing,” he says, and you look up to see him grinning. “Just that we are definitely making this a weekly thing now. In fact—“

He coaxes you from the floor and into his lap, where the two of you make out for a little bit. Before you know what's happening, he’s lying down on the stage again, and pulling you with him. He brings your hips close to his face, and you straddle either side of his head as you gaze down at him. He kisses your inner thighs, nuzzling them before the tip of his tongue traces just above your clit. You shiver, mewling softly as you meet his eyes again.

“I think we should get started right now,” he says, gripping either side of your thighs. “I haven’t had a chance to do this tonight yet, and there IS a first time for everything. Right?”

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

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Hearing the front door slam, Y/N knew it was more than certain that it had been a bad day at practice for her boyfriend. She heard him toss himself onto the couch, no doubt exhausted from all the rigorous preparations they were having for their upcoming comeback. Drying off her hands after rinsing off the last of the dishes, she made her way over slowly to him, sitting down next to him. She carefully observed his face, eyes closed and body slumped to the side. One of her hands reached out to push some of the hair away from his face. He stirred slightly.

"Bad day?"

He only mumbled out a groan. Running a hand across his cheek, she leaned in and placed tiny, innocent kisses across his jaw. Letting out a sigh, Jongho tilted his head to allow her easier access to place kisses on his neck.

"My poor baby. Anything I can do to make you feel better?"

Jongho thought for a moment about her offer, nothing really coming to his head. Until she began kissing at his neck mole, which he was particularly sensitive in. Then an idea popped in his head. Grabbing her wrist, he startled her when he suddenly sat up and stared at her with fearsome intensity.

"Bedroom. Now."

Gulping slightly, she quickly nodded and got up to make her way to their bedroom, Jongho tailing right behind her. She walked like a puppy with a tail tucked in between its legs. She had done nothing wrong, but just seeing Jongho stressed and angry made her feel fearful of what was in store for her.......

But it also aroused her intensely, especially knowing that her boyfriend would get rougher than usual with her, which she loved. Standing at the foot of the bed, she slowly turned back around to him and awaited instructions. His dark orbs looked her up and down, desire filled in them. Coming closer towards her, his hands lightly caressed her shoulders, that action alone sent shivers down her spine. He gave her a sweet and gentle smile as his hands traveled down and placed themselves on her chest, slightly groping her covered breasts.

Then a harsh ripping sound was heard as he tore through her shirt and even managed to snap part of her bra. Y/N let out a loud gasp as she was left topless in less than 10 seconds by his brute force. Feeling self conscious, she tried to cover her chest, but Jongho effortlessly grabbed her wrists and pinned her arms above her head with one of his hands.

"I'm having none of that sweetheart. I'm in desperate need of your body."

Nearly busting the zipper and button, Jongho roughly slid her jeans down her legs, her underwear coming off along with them. The thin, barely visible line of her growing arousal stringing out from her core to her panties made him chuckle amusedly.

"Glad to know I'm not the only one who's already enjoying this."

Coming up to her, he snaked an arm around her waist, toned and muscled body pressing against her smaller and more delicate one. With his thumb tracing the outline of her lips, he was unable to keep himself from biting down on his own lip, a strong blissful sigh exhaling through his nose.

"You're so beautiful."

He couldn't contain himself as he cupped her chin and pressed his lips against hers, capturing them in a heart fluttering kiss. It was sloppy and desperate, but she didn't mind. She just let herself melt into the kiss and parted her lips to allow him access inside her mouth. Through teeth clashing and deep strokes of his wet muscle in her tongue, he brought one hand down to her neck, lightly wrapping it around it, fingers grazing the side of her skin. Without breaking their passionate kiss, he turned her so she had her back pressed to his chest. His other hand wrapped across her waist, reaching up to cup one of her tender breasts. He held it in his hand and then began squeezing at it. Using his thumb and index finger, he toyed with her tiny nipple, pinching at it before smacking his hand across it, her whimpers being drowned out into his mouth.

Once he got his fill of groping at her bosoms, he brought his hand down to cup her mound. His fingers barely grazed at her clit, yet she was already feeling her knees weak, which did not go unnoticed by him. He couldn't contain the smirk tugged on his lips when he pressed 3 fingers against her clit and began moving it around.

"Like that baby? Like it when I play with your little clit like this?"

She couldn't resist throwing her head back, letting it rest against his shoulder as she released guttural sounds when he sped up his movements. His mouth latched onto her neck, placing wet kisses along the sides of it and across her shoulder. At times his teeth would sink down until he left a red print on it, not satisfied until he was certain it'd leave marks for the days to come. As he was doing this, his hand kept busy as it rubbed at her clit furiously and in a continuous motion that would have her leaking in any minute. He knew her body better than she did, with the way her breathe turned raspy and ragged, how her thighs began to clench together, he knew she was about to combust at any second.

Feeling a little more on the sadistic side, he slid his free hand back to her neck, this time clutching it tightly so her oxygen intake was limited. She tried to gasp, but it was cut short and in her blurry haze, she felt her legs go wobbly as her orgasm flooded down her body. Her juices spilled all over his fingers which he generously collected in them before pulling them off her and sucked them into his mouth. Y/N blushed at the pornographic image her boyfriend just gave her, hands flying over to cover her face in embarrassment.

Chuckling darkly, Jongho went over to the closet and took out a rope that was hidden in the back. Grabbing her hands and pulling them off her face, he fastened the rope around them, binding them together before tossing what was leftover over the canopy railing above the bed. Once it went over it, he pulled the hanging rope back over and made a knot once more, testing it to make sure it wouldn't come loose at all. He was satisfied when he saw his girlfriend with her hands bound and raised over her head, unable to move them down at all.

"You know, you look really pretty like this. All bound and at my mercy.......unable to stop me from doing what I want."

Giving her a cheeky grin, he dropped down to his knees, face right in front of her still leaking pussy.

"And right now, I want to eat you out."

Spreading her legs to make room for him, he stared up at her with a smile as he lowered his head down in between her thighs. She held her breath as she watched him glide his tongue up her slit, teasing her by gliding it back down before he could touch her glistening clit. He kept at his torturous movement of licking slowly at her folds, making sure not to press anywhere near where she wanted him the most. This was very frustrating to her, making her tug harshly at the rope that was holding her arms up at the moment. She tried shifting her hips so Jongho's tongue could graze even just a mere inch close to her aching nub, but he was quick to retract his mouth whenever she tried that. He could truly be a bothersome tease when he was in the mood.

"Jongho!" She whined at him, bottom lip poking out.

"What?" He mocked her tone as he began to give tiny kitten licks at her clit.

She let out a frustrated groan when he layed his tongue flat on her core, keeping it there for an instant before circling around her folds, not serving in anything but building up her frustration and sexual tension. Jongho would have been more than happy to give her what she wanted, but he wasn't going to make it easy.

"You gotta tell me what you want baby. What do you want me to do? Hmm? What does my baby want?" He cooed at her, blowing light air into her dripping hole.

Unable to take his relentless teasing anymore, she finally spoke out harshly:

"Jongho please! Just eat me out or fuck me! I wanna cum again!"

Finally getting her to speak out, he lifted one of her legs and placed it over his shoulder. Spreading her folds apart, he enveloped his lips on her nub and gave it a generous suck that sent waves up her spine. Humming occasionally to further her pleasure, he kept a pace of opening and closing his mouth over her clit, tongue poking out at intervals to swirl around it before suckling on it once again. His gaze never looked away from her face, always wanting to see how her eyebrows furrowed and eyes scrunched tight whenever he hit a particular nerve that helped bring her closer to the edge. Not only that, seeing her become a mess for him only worsened the problem that was growing inside his pants. And her taste was so addicting to him, he couldn't help but press more of his face onto her heat, practically smothering it with his mouth as he made lewd slurping sounds that accompanied his ravishing of her folds. Feeling her thigh tremble, he knew it was only a matter of time before she combusted all over his face......

But before that could happen, he released his hold on her thigh and pulled his mouth away from her nub, leaving the girl in front of him confused and slightly irritated. She was about to yell at him for the act he just pulled, but he quickly hushed her by kissing her softly, letting her taste some of the remnants of her arousal. Pulling back, he drew circles on her cheek with his thumb, noticing her frowning face.

"Why'd you do that for?" She demanded to know, still upset at being denied her second orgasm.

"Baby as much as I wanted to have your juices drip down my face, I really need to be inside you now."

Pulling his shirt over his head, Y/N couldn't look away from her boyfriend's large arms, the veins on the muscles of his biceps poking out. She always loved touching them, holding them, having them wrap around her body and envelope her in a warm hug. Her gaze then trailed down and eagerly watched him as he began slipping out of his sweatpants, his hard on slapping against his stomach, tip red and leaking precum, aching to be inside her walls and fuck her senseless.

Jongho stroked himself as he came back over to her. Not yet done with his teasing, he swiped the tip along her slit, letting her slick coat most of his length. Once getting his fill of that, he grabbed the back of her thighs and effortlessly picked them up to wrap them around his waist.

"Jongho are you sure about this?" Y/N asked him.

Raising an eyebrow at her, he scoffed.

"You don't think I can fuck you dumb in this position?"

She quickly shook her head.

"It's not that! I mean- you're probably tired from practice and maybe don't have enough energy to-"

She let out a loud shriek when he reached down and aligned himself at her opening, immediately sinking her down onto his length.

"Believe me, I'm not tired at all and I have a lot of energy to release still."

Not giving her time to adjust, he began to use his strength to bounce her on top of his cock. He began letting out mixtures of grunts and growls everytime he sank her back down on him, her velvet walls squeezing hard around him, making him forget all about his dreadful day.

"You feel so tight baby. And you have no idea how hot you look right now."

He couldn't help but flex his muscles as his fingers dug into the skin of her thighs, loving the way she reacted.

"Jongho!- please! Too much!" She pleaded, her body becoming overwhelmed by the brute force he was using to rock her body against his.

"Oh? Want me to stop then?" He tilted his head.

"No! Please don't!" She begged him, tears threatening to spill out from the corners of her eyes, whether it was out of fear he'd deny her orgasm once more or from the powerful and intense rapture she was feeling she did not know.

She just know she didn't want him to stop, and he knew that just as well, hence the smug smile plastered on his face.

"Of course you don't, cause you know you love it when I'm like this. Don't you?"

She let out an involuntary moaned out hum when he brought his face to her chest, lips kissing at her sternum.

"You love me using my strength against you. Is it cause it reminds you that I can break your tiny body in half? Is that it? Like being reminded that if I want to, I can pound your pussy sore and leave your legs limping for a week?"

With a determined look, he angled himself so his thrusts could hit deeper and harder inside her. Y/N couldn't contain the whimpering cries coming out of her mouth any longer. She wanted to hold onto her boyfriend's arms, but the restraints kept her from doing so. She felt her orgasm bubble up inside her, ready to crash out of her and have her collapsing on him.

"You gonna cum babygirl? Gonna cum all over my massive cock and make another mess?" He smirked against her sweaty neck.

If it wasn't for Jongho holding her up, she would have surely toppled onto the floor from the pulse shattering high that tore through her body. With choked out yells, she repeated Jongho's name over and over again, her voice sounding like music to his ears. He never once stopped the brutal pace he had set, his angles merely got a little less focused as he now sought to chase his own high, which came not long after her own. Through clenched teeth and hooded eyelids, he made sure to fill her up even after some of his cum came pouring out and trickled down their thighs.

Jongho was very careful at untying his lover, his fingers quickly undoing the knots and snapping the rope off the canopy and off Y/N's hands. Brushing some hair off her face, he smiled fondly at her tired figure, his arms still holding her up, not ready to let her go.

"You murdered me..." She struggled to find her voice, but managed to get her words out.

"Yeah you look like I did." He teased her.

Letting out a huff, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her face against his chest. Petting her hair, he began walking towards the direction of the bathroom.

"Come on. How does a nice warm shower sound like to you?" He offered as he set her down on the sink counter, both of them wincing when he finally pulled out of her.

"I don't think I can use my legs." She clutched her stomach, face grimacing when she tried to move one of her legs.

"Lucky for you, I still have a lot of energy."

Wiggling his eyebrows at her, Y/N didn't catch onto his meaning until she looked down in between his legs and noticed what was poking up.

"Jongho?! Seriously!" Grabbing a nearby hand towel, she threw it straight at his laughing face.

"You said a nice warm shower." She reminded him.

"And you'll get it without hesitation."

Picking her up once again, he winked at her.

"Along with just a tiny quickie."

[easymarkforevilredheads]

I'm finally watching the new Grey's episode (The Great Return of One Addison Montgomery) so. Reaction time (under the cut):

- Amelia baby you look GORGEOUS please marry me.

- Bestie as an insult YES agreed

- She's already so giddy about the videocall with Kai???? No heterosexuality on sight and I for one am loving it

- The whole "is it gonna be weird" thing, I love it because she's literally all the viewers and I'm glad it's semi-addressed, indirectly lmao

- Oh l*nk showed up... please just go

- He's starting to get on my nerves as much as meredith did in s15-16

- Teddy Altman. I love you. You're a sweetheart and you deserve so much better.

- mer x hayes I SHIP YOU DAMN IT (she still gets on my nerves tho)

- HELLO ADDISON MA'AM STEP ON ME OH MY GOD

- LOVE the s1 easter egg line YES BABEEE

- Bailey looks so happy to have Addie around BESTIES I'M TELLING YOU

- Starstruck interns ((or residents, whatever, I'm lost)... mood. Intern taking pictures w their phone... MOOD.

- I love the new plastics doctor would gladly let her destroy me

- Yes Richard brag about Addie she DESERVES IT

- Helm honey i like u but stfu i will not tolerate Addison slander

- BADASS GROUNDBREAKING SURGERY BY ADDISON FORBES MONTGOMERY WE LOVE THIS FOR HER WE LOVE THIS

- yay for schmidt i do love him!!

- "get me some coffee" THE MARK SLOAN S2 VIBES IM SCREAMING I LOVE ADDIE

- we LOVE ADDISON IN THE OR and THE SCRUB CAP my heart can't take it

- I missed bailey so much actually like top 5 grey's characters ever

- ooh trouble in or paradise... "get me meredith grey" fair enough babe

- that's an interesting friendly greeting! and grey told helm to chill with the defensiveness thank GOD I was rolling my eyes ngl

- AMELIA ON THAT CALL WITH KAI I AM LOVING THIS. LOVING THIS. ALL THE LITTLE THINGS AND THE SUBTEXT I DAMN WELL HOPE THEY'RE BUILDING UP THE TENSION ON PURPOSE

- also Kai please top me

- Amelia is such a dork I love her to death

- the guided meditation....... I am looking. that's queer flirting. I will not be debating it.

- competitive Meredith/Addison banter and it is NOT about a man everyone make a wish we never thought this would happen

- ok fully honestly: I don't think i can ship current day meradd bc i have way too many issues with meredith but. That blood clot scene could make me consider it.

- why does Teddy always end up having to fix the men around her she deserves better

- "there was tension" ok maybe these interns/residents/whatever are gonna be shipping them and that will be FUN

- sidenote Addie you still give me bi vibes no matter how many years go by

- THE ELEVATOR SCENE I WILL C R Y i am so moved and so grateful for Kate Walsh's RANGE. I missed it. The depth she gives to her character was so necessary for the show and I will write more about this later but these kind of scenes are precisely why I tell you Meredith needs her as her counterpoint

- "Richard will understand" FUCK THAT'S A DIRECT PARALLEL TO WHEN ADDISON LEFT STOP IM GOING TO CRY

- Helm I officially don't like you

- Addison wearing a ponytail brain going brrrrr

- ADDISON HAS EAR PIERCINGS?????? I'M COMBUSTING

- love her speech about work conditions yes Addie revolutionary edition

- Teddy please give me a snowcone you're so ADORABLE

- saw Amelia and Addison in the same frame and had to pause for a minute.

- ok here we go.

- HAPPY LITTLE SCREAMS AND RUNNING TO EACH OTHER THEY ARE EVERYTHING I LOVE THEY MEAN THE WORLD RO ME OMG

- SHUT UP THAT 360 OF THE LONGEST HUG IN GA HISTORY WAS FOR US PRIVATE PRACTICE FANS I CANT I LOVE THEM SO MUCH I LITERALLY SCREA%MED

- FACE HOLDING PARALLEL I AM TEARS I AM PAIN I AM ADDIMELIA TRASH FIRST AND FOREMOST

- Amelia feeling awkward i love you baby

- (they're both so hot also like wtf)

- It feels SO GOOD to see Addison meet Derek's kids it's NECESSARY for the very foundation of the show's plot

- RAINBOWS,,,,,,, THINKING THOUGHTS OK

- guys addison/amelia/meredith is THE power trio they should be leading the show

[uroborosymphony]

Quinn & Taiyang.

Their eyes connect. On the passenger and driver seats of their old junk of a runaway car in the middle of the korean countryside, he looks at her the way he always had, the way that would seize her entire body and soul, the way he doesn't need to say anything about, she just knows : she is his world, and so he is. There is a pinch in her heart neverthless. As their lips almost brush, as the time suspends for a minute. "Like before... " She repeats in a whisper, her eyes closing. "Are we?" She questions, wondering, her eyes opening again, pensive, as if that one line triggered something a little more heavy he thought it would. Could they ever be like before? The free spirited twenty year olds who sure had nothing but could do whatever the fuck they wanted without the entire world putting a price on their head.

The underground scene got informed they took the road, which sent many after them : they never have been as vulnerable as they are now, out of the city, without protection, without their Fang armies, without gear, without a proper stakeout - a shot in the head could happen so damn easily. Seoul's airport was a banned ground - their enemies would be patiently waiting for them there, it would way be too easy. The plan was to reach Busan where an accomplice was awaiting for them, a friend of Tai's, at the harbor, one who could sneak them so they would reach the nearest country by sea : Japan. The appointment was set in exactly five days however, when they were sure their spot was guaranteed and that the docks would be free from any surveillance. There, they would be left alone for sure, if they keep their down in Tokyo long enough to make it to the Haneda airport - and then to where? The US? What happens if they get caught - was a question that always crossed her mind, but before the recent events, she had the certitude they would get away with anything, together. It is the first time she has trust issues. Are they so out of sync that she would doubt him still? "Before, I was never worried no. Because we were ride or die. But these days I'm wondering... if they do catch us at some point. Would we follow the plan we've always had, and get away with it together or..." She pauses, her lips pinched between her teeth, a snarky saddened smile on her lips, a non so amused one. "Would you throw yourself under the bus for my sake and abandon me again? " She answers, looking to the side. Her features have hardened. That was what he did last month. To leave her to protect her - but even if it was a noble action, one that of course came out of his selfless and unconditionnal love for her, she experienced it like the worst of abandonments. Ara does not want to be protected this way if it ends up with going on with a life without him - her life IS him.

How can you look at me this way after breaking my heart like this. She was the type to never let go, hold grudges, cling to her feelings of angers and her toxic desire to return the hurt that was caused to her, to every single soul that would cross her. So Why, why does it have to be him? "W-What was that?!" She exclaimed as the BANG interupts her thoughts journey. As he's seizing her hand, she immediatly follows him, running out out of the vehicle. The flames then spontaneously bursting make her eyes widen as they are still holding them, watching it combusting."WHAT THE FUCK? NOOOOO. COME ON, MY CIGARETTES! MY LOLLIPOPS! God why did you act like you fixed it?? Now you BURNED THEM ALL DOWN!" She shouted. "Ugh you know what? You should have burnt instead of them!" She speaks, crossing her arms firmly against her chest, speaking words out of impuslve, her eyes frowning in frustration. "Whatever. Let's get out of here before we attract attention, cars are going to stop by and call the police and the firefighters and everything." She speaks as she's starting to walk away, furious, her arms still crossed in her extravagant fur coat. Of course she was not so furious about the damn lollipops nor even the stupid unreliable car that was meant to burn at some point let's be real. But furious at HIM triggering her own thoughts like this. Would he... abandon her if they get caught? In Tokyo? In America? Would she have to come back to Seoul alone if he just takes all the blame to save her? Living a life of waiting for him to get out of prison after taking 12 years for all the grand larceny they have committed. "There's a gas station 5 kilometers away," She speaks above her shoulder, turning around. "Let's just go there and steal one."

[scuttle-buttle]

WC: 1394

Rated: T

Tags: descriptions of injury, small mention of blood, Niki being a dummkopf, german, angst, hurt/comfort, some humor

A/N: our favorite Austrian asshole made interesting choices regarding his health. We knew this 🤔

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Niki pulled into the pit quicker than he intended when the grand prix ended. The brakes squeaked in protest. He didn’t even care that he’d come in 4th place. His chest felt like it was on fire, like he would combust at any second. He needed to get out of the car.

Breathe in. Breathe out. Swallow. In. Out. Don’t puke.

Biting his lip to stifle the pain, he was sure he would bite the damn thing off. Arturo and Luca are already waiting to help him out of the car. Carefully they help him maneuver himself out of the car as smoothly as they can. Niki nods in thanks. The two share a look over his head, knowing something is wrong. “Get Dungl on the phone.�� Luca leaves to do as instructed.

“What’s wrong?” Arturo asks.

“Ribs,” is all Niki can manage to get out around the tightness in his chest. Arturo nods, knowing about his situation. Niki leans onto a wall, keeping his back as straight as he possibly can. His breathing is shallow.

Looking up under his lashes he can see you walking over to greet him. He panics for a moment, knowing you always wrap him in your arms after a race, even though he complains that he must smell awful. He does the first thing he can think of - he grabs your hands in his own, holding them out to the side a bit as you lean in. This way you are still able to kiss him without surely doing more damage to his ribs.

You must notice the odd gesture, the stiffness in his lips as he returns the favor; your brows furrow for a second before smoothing out again. “You did great out there today.”

Niki’s answer is curt and forced. “Thank you.”

His response sounds annoyed almost, like he’s holding back anger at something. Nothing particularly dramatic happened during the race itself that you remember. You figure he must be upset about not placing in the top three. You had no fears that it had anything to do with you. Holding out a hand to him, you intend to walk him back to the trailer to change out of his coveralls.

He hesitates, his body clenches tight as you begin to pull him. A grunt breaks from his parted lips, his eyes scrunched shut.

Stopping, you search his face and ask “what’s wrong?”

“Nothing, liebe.” He looks over your face and sees your questioning glance. “Muscles are just tight after being in the car,” he fibs, a strained smile on his face.

You seem to buy it enough. This time, Niki is as prepared as possible when you pull on his arm again. Each step he takes sends a stabbing through his chest and through his spine. He does his best to mask the pain from his features as you walk to the trailer.

Once the door is closed you turn to unzip his uniform. He allows you this much, knowing that he literally can’t bend over to push the garment down his hips and legs. Carefully, he steps out of the material with your help. Fucking hell, it hurts. He focuses on schooling his breaths so that you don't notice when it inevitably hitches.

The toe of his shoe catches on the pant leg, causing Niki to lose his balance. Nearly falling into the side of the trailer to catch himself he can’t stop the agonizing yelp that he makes. “Scheisse!” The little air that was in his lungs leaves him, his head spinning with pain and lack of oxygen. Black spots swim through his vision.

At his exclamation you stand, your hands flying out to steady him against his chest. At the contact of your fingers against his sweater he flinches, giving another pathetic yelp. You yank them off him; “Niki what the hell is going on?”

He doesn’t answer. Instead, his face scrunched in a deep scowl. He can taste the iron from where he has bitten through his lip. Without realizing it, he’d brought one arm up around his waist to clutch at the injury.

You notice his arm cradling his chest. “Sit.” It’s a command that Niki doesn’t have the ability to fight. He lowers himself onto the bed in the corner. Reaching down, you carefully pull his arm away from him, slowly lifting the sweater up. A black and white binding of some sort supports his torso. Fingers barely ghosting down the thick straps, you ask “what is this?” You are full on panicking at this point.

“I’m fine, liebe, I just need to sit for a minute,” he grunts out.

“That’s bullshit, Niki, and you know it. You look like you’re about to pass out.”

Looking at your face he can tell that you’re barely restraining your fear and concern for him. He can also tell that you're right - he does feel like he's moments from losing consciousness. Niki licks his lips. “I… broke a few ribs.”

“You WHAT? When!?” your shout echoes around the trailer's walls.

He can’t suppose he’s upset by your reaction. There is no doubt you would have found out sooner or later anyway. Niki just hoped it would have been less dramatic circumstances. “Few days ago. I- uh-” he groans, the talking straining his chest uncomfortably, "fell off my tractor. I’m fine.” The Austrian lilt to his accent is heavy and rough.

Your hands fly up as if to say ‘you’ve got to be kidding me’, a scoff joining the gesture. “First of all - why the hell are you racing when you’re hurt, and second - since when do you drive a bloody tractor?”

He doesn’t have the chance to answer you; a knock on the door breaks your attention to the visitor. Thank god for Niki, it’s his trainer Dungl. He doesn’t look pleased himself as he enters, giving Niki a judgemental look for good measure. Dungl gets right to work sorting Niki out.

A few hours later you drive Niki home. He has been quiet since the trainer, as Niki had referred to him, arrived and sorted him out. The race had caused two of the broken ribs to shift out of place and press up against his lungs. Had he been in an accident, god forbid, he could have punctured a lung and killed himself with his stupidity. The radio does nothing to quell the tense air surrounding you both.

“You can’t do that.” You swallow.

Niki clears his throat gently. The drugs he’d taken have taken effect finally, giving him respite from the agony in his chest. “I know.”

“You’re so smart Niki. Christ, you’re the smartest guy I know when it comes to this shit. But then you pull an absolute bollocks move like that.” You take a breath to calm yourself. He shifts next to you. ‘I’m not- I’ve already accepted how dangerous the drive is… but I can’t Niki. I can’t watch you pull some bullshit move like this again. You scared me half to death. I'm going to be your wife, Niki; I need you to keep yourself alive.” Emotion hangs on every word you speak.

Niki knows it was stupid. Ich bin ein dummkopf, he thinks regretfully. He just got so caught up in racing and winning and not wanting to be seen as weak. Reaching a hand over, he circles his fingers around your own. He rubs his thumb across your palm. “I know. I’m sorry, liebling, really. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

You are silent for a moment before you nod, your eyes remaining on the road ahead of you.

“I love you, Catherine. More than I could ever say.” He brings your hand to his lips and places a delicate kiss to your knuckles. The solid warmth of your ring gives him comfort that you'll stick by him even when he pulls hairbrained stunts like this. Not that he's planning any more of them, that is.

Finally, you break your eyes from the road to look at him. “I love you too, you right idiot.” The grin on your face confirms that you have forgiven him.

A few moments of now comfortable silence passes, your hand still in his as you drive. Suddenly your voice pierces the quiet, “and another thing - how on earth did you get run over by a tractor?”

@toobruhlforschool came in clutch with finding this in the Niki autobiography for me:

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[floating-mid-air]

The Princess of All Saiyans

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Masterlist

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So first things first. I should probably mention that I killed Chi-Chi off before the start of the story. I completely forgot to include it in the notes last chapter. So sorry if there was any confusion there.

Ever since the last chapter, I've been kinda hooked on flashbacks. So there will be another one, this one featuring the man, the myth, the legend, the most ruthless of all the Saiyans King Vegeta. Also, my dumbass finally decided to create a Masterlist. I realized it's much easier than linking chapters individually. 

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Chapter 7

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You've been on Planet Namek for approximately two hours, and the day has already been tremendously eventful. You and Vegeta have already had a run-in with Cui, who arrived shortly after you. That purple cretin went out the same way he lived as a spineless coward. Something was extremely satisfying about watching Vegeta drive that failure into the ground. Cui's demise was entirely his own fault. It's common knowledge that Saiyans grow stronger after a near-death experience. Underestimating your brother's growth was an act of pure stupidity.

After that minor inconvenience, the two of you toon into Dodoria's transmission, it sounds like those goons are slaughtering a village of Namekians, so they must store their Dragon Balls in separate settlements. Either that or they're executing them for leisure. Both are feasible possibilities. From what you've been able to gather, Frieza has four Dragon Balls in his possession, and he's currently after his fifth. Frieza even reveals some essential information on how these Namkeian villages operate. Before the signal cuts off entirely. 

Vegeta attempts to find another channel, but they all come up as static. "Those Namekians must be craftier than they look. Something tells me Frieza's scouters are out of commission."

"Perhaps." He turns to you. "Or they figured out we were eavesdropping. Either way, keep your guard up."

The two of you fly around aimlessly. Though you still need to be careful. Frieza is somewhere on this god-forsaken planet, and a run-in with him and his lackeys at the moment would be unfavorable. Out of the corner of your eye, you spot something that catches your attention. " I spy with my little eye an unsightly pink blob."

You direct Vegeta's attention to Dodoria, who has his classic disoriented look on his face. "Good eye." He smirks at you before ambushing Dodoria, knocking him into the water. You appear beside your brother on the shoreline, observing the water intently. 

Two pink hands grasp onto the terrain as he pulls his head up, gasping for air. You both laugh maniacally at the pink creature's stupidity. You swear, after every encounter you have with Dodoria, he somehow gets dumber. "Oh, it's you two." He sounds far from pleased as he pulls himself out of the lake. "What the hell do you want?"

"Mind your manners, Dodoria." You scold him. "No need to be crude."

He scowls at you. "Arrogant Saiyans." He mutters under his breath. "That was a dirty trick Vegeta. Although I wouldn't expect anything less from you monkeys." Dodoria straightens his posture in an attempt to appear more intimidating. Spoiler alert, it doesn't work. "You know I can't just let you get away with blindsiding me." 

Vegeta chuckles, rolling his eyes at the monster. "Oh, really now? Just what do you plan on doing? You're all alone. There's no Zarbon or Frieza for you to cower behind. How unfortunate for you."

"I doubt we'll even have to lift a finger." You shrug. "This should be a piece of cake."

Dodoria chuckles, shifting his gaze between you and Vegeta. "You two really think you can take me? You're both as egotistical as that father of yours, and you know how that ended for him. You Saiyan freaks will never be half the warrior that I am." You clench your fists, your nails digging into your palm. How dare he even mention your father. "Listen, I know neither of you desires to fight me. And I don't particularly want to fight you either. So how about you just give me that scouter, and we can forget this ever happened. That's more than a fair deal. I think I'm actually being quite generous." His tone may be confident, but his body language gives him away. Who knew the pink menace was actually afraid of something. 

"So your presumption was right." Vegeta turns to you. "Those Namekians must have destroyed their scouters. This puts us in an intriguing situation, doesn't it Y/N?" Vegeta removes his scouter, tossing it on the ground. "What are you waiting for, Dodoria? Take it."

He eyes you both skeptically, but he still takes the bait. Critical thinking has never been Dodoria's strong suit. "About time you brats showed me the respect I deserve." As he steps closer, Vegeta stomps on the scouter. The wretched thing, smashing into thousands of worthless pieces.

The pink monstrosity sneers. "No worries. I'll just take the girl's scouter." He speeds toward you, extending a hand in an attempt to rip the device off your face. Before he can even touch you, you grasp his arm, bending it behind his back.

"Why do they always think it's appropriate to get handsy with me?" A breathy sigh escapes your lips. "They'll never learn." You remove your scouter, holding it in the palm of your unoccupied hand. "Since you want it so bad." You snap your scouter in half, discarding the parts to the ground. "You ever think about laying your filthy hands on me again, you'll lose them." You toss the fool several feet away. The farther away he is, the better. 

"Why would you--- it doesn't even matter." He stands back up, dusting himself off. "Now, you won't be able to find the Dragon Balls either."

You shake your head at him, a pleased look crossing your features. "Not exactly. You see, Earth was quite the adventure. We picked up a few new tricks. One that leaves those hunks of metal useless."

Dedoria furrows his brows at you, his entire face contorting. "You're lying."

"I'm afraid she isn't. This energy-sensing technique is quite simple. I doubt any of the members of the elite Frieza Force would be interested, though. It doesn't require much strength, and everyone knows you don't care for anything that doesn't involve flexing your muscles." Dodoria is more fat than muscle. It's an irrelevant technicality, one that would only piss off the blob more. 

"I get it now." He seems to come to some sort of a realization. Only you have no idea what the hell he's referring to. "Those two runts I was chasing were earthlings." You stare at him in disbelief. Is it possible for them to be here? Raditz, he's the only possible explanation. But would he really be dumb enough to lead those weaklings to their deaths?

"W-What did you say?" Vegeta's mouth hangs agape.

"So I'm right. The looks on your faces tell me all I need to know. You're working together."

You combust into a fit of laughter, wiping tears from your eyes. This has to be the funniest thing you've heard all week. "Even if those pests were here. Never in a million years would we align ourselves with those soft-hearted fools."

"You must be mistaken. Even if those earthlings were here, we'd be able to sense them." Now that you think about it. Have you been able to sense them? You haven't been looking, but you have felt some strange energy. You just assumed it was some half-wit from the Frieza Force, but now you're not so sure.

 "It doesn't really matter anyway." He rolls his eyes. "You two are no longer any use to me. So either get lost, or I'll have to finish you off myself."

"Why, how generous of you." The sarcasm practically drips from your voice. "I think he's afraid Vegeta."

"Well, can you blame him? His scouter probably told him everything he needed to know. He must have seen my battle with Cui." For every step Vegeta takes forward, Dodoria takes another backward. "He must have seen how much stronger I've become."

"That isn't possible." He scoffs. "Those numbers were inaccurate, and I'll prove it!" He shoots an uncontrollable blast of fire at you both, which you simply dodge by stepping out of the line of fire.

"Was that really the best you could do?" You mock. It was sloppy even for an attack from Dodoria.

He turns around, only to be met with the two of you behind him, floating in the air. Vegeta swiftly moves behind him, grabbing both of his arms, twisting them behind his back. You swear you even heard them snap. "Look how weak you are." Vegeta sneers. "I'm stronger than I've ever been. While you've been sitting on your ass all-day, becoming soft and lazy. I should just end your pitiful life here."

"Wait, Vegeta!" He cries. "I have something to tell you! Something you'll really want to know! It's about your homeworld. I know the truth about Planet Vegeta!" Does that pink blob actually believe he has a form of leverage? What a fool.

"What could you possibly know about Planet Vegeta? You better start talking!" You furrow your brows at your brother. He's behaving strangely. And why is he humoring Dodoria in the first place? Vegeta has to already know about what they did to your homeworld.

"I will, but first, you have to let me go." Vegeta releases Dodoria from his death grip, pushing him away.

"Now, spit it out!" You observe the pair from a safe distance. Vegeta's response is bizarre, and his body language seems to have no ulterior motives. Is it possible that Vegeta doesn't know? You grab your forehead, running a hand through your hair. If that's the case, Vegeta is going to fucking kill you.

"As you know, Planet Vegeta was destroyed, but it wasn't by a meteor. Lord Frieza had started to notice numerous Saiyan babies being born with extraordinary combat skills. You two were the most notable in power. He realized that you Saiyans could really be a problem. You had the potential of becoming a real bother to Lord Frieza's regime. So he decided to wipe out the only race that could ever impose him before they could even become an issue. He destroyed Planet Vegeta with every last Saiyan on it. Well, except for you two. Did you really think it was a coincidence that you were off-planet? So there it is, you two are finally in on our little joke."

You've always known what happened to your planet. But now you've learned the answer to an even more substantial question, why it occurred. Frieza was afraid. He decided to take the coward's way out. How pathetic. 

You laugh, tilting your head backward. "That was your big ploy? I've known about that for years!" Before he can even react, you teleport behind him, impaling your hand through his chest, watching the purple goop ooze out of him. "How stupid did you think we were?" You twist your hand, tossing his lifeless body to the ground before obliterating anything left of him.

Vegeta stares at you in shock. "You knew?"

You raise a brow at him. "You didn't?" You always assumed that it was one of those things that you both knew but never spoke off. Turns out you were mistaken.

The two of you stand in silence. You have no idea what the protocol is for this. You don't know what you're supposed to say. Vegeta looks away, sighing. "It's irrelevant now. It was probably for the best that I was left in ignorance. Who knows what I would've done as a child. I'm just annoyed that you were able to figure it out before me."

You smile at him. Besting Vegeta is not something that comes easily. So you'll take what you can get. "You know, I don't think he was wrong about the earthlings."

"You think they're here?"

You nod. "You gotta remember. Raditz is with them now."

"Good point. When I get my hands on that pathetic excuse for a Saiyan, he'll regret ever betraying us. Let's go. We can't be out in the open for too long."

He hovers in the air, beginning to take off. "Vegeta." He turns back, meeting your gaze. "You know I would've told you, right?"

"I know---" He cuts himself off, his eyes practically bulging out of his head. "Do you sense that?" You nod, taking off in the direction of the two large power sources. Dodoria had mentioned that they were runts. So one of them has to be the half-breed and possibly the bald fellow. Your eyes scan over the terrain. They have to be around here somewhere. "They must be suppressing their power levels. Only if I still had my damn scouter. I'm not used to this technique just yet."

Bingo. You found them hiding between a few boulders. And your assumptions were right. There's only a slight difference. They seem to be accompanied by a Namkian child. A sadistic grin spreads across your face as their gazes land on you. Just the way you remember them, cowering in fear due to your presence. "You know. It was probably just three insignificant insects." You're not wrong. That's all they are to you. Pesky flies that invade your personal space and make your life slightly more irritating.

"You're right. We don't have time for this anyway. Let's get a move on." You both take off, leaving the earthling issue for another time.

It took you awhile, but you finally located a Namkeian village. Well, actually, you passed several, but this is the only one with a living population. "Looks like we found ourselves a Dragon Ball." Vegeta's lips twist into a sly grin, heading straight into the village. You follow his lead, now standing directly beside him. You've finally gained the attention of the inhabitants, who are now murmuring to each other. Who knew Namekians were such gossips. Their chatter dies down the second Vegeta clears his throat. "I wish to speak to your elder. I believe there is a Dragon Ball here, that we'll be graciously taking off your hands."

"I'm the village elder." An older Namkain steps up. These creatures do not age kindly. "I would ask you what your intentions are, but I can already feel that you are impure. I sense an unspeakable evil in both of you. Neither of you is worthy." What a self-righteous species. They're entirely different from that Namekian you encountered on Earth.

Vegeta shakes his head, chuckling to himself. Only if the Namekians cooperated, Vegeta has never taken the word no very well. "Then you die. Y/N, you do the honors." This could've ended smoothly, with a lot less bloodshed. Too bad for them.

"You got it, Vegeta." You hold up a finger gun, pointing it straight at the elder. "Bang!" A beam of blue light heads straight for the geezer before another Namkian jumps in front of him, absorbing the blast entirely. The body drops to the ground, and all hell breaks loose. 

You begin the slaughter, ending the lives of several Namkeians. Until you freeze, as much as you've been itching for a fight, you're reminded of something far more crucial that you have to fulfill. Damn your morals. They're ruining all your fun. You take one last glance at your brother. These Namekians should keep him occupied for some time. He might not even notice that you ever left. As soon as he turns away from you, you take off, successfully staying off of Vegeta's radar. 

You use your newly acquired energy-sensing technique to track down that Namekian child. Since those earthlings are suppressing their energy, they'll be much more difficult to find. This is assuming he's still with them. Those earthlings aren't like you. Neither of them would be able to stomach, leaving him for dead.

You pinpoint the energy source to a cave. What a strange place for them to reside in. You head into the cavern, only to find some form of futuristic architecture. How the hell did this get here? And what is Capsule Corp? You move toward the door, banging on it. "Knock, knock. Oh, little piglets, let me in! Before I knock the door down. Or worse." You can overhear faint whispering on the other side, mixed with a woman obnoxiously shrieking. "I can hear you panicking. Relax, I have no business with the half-breed, the Namekian child, or any earthlings in there. Now open the damn door."

The door slowly opens, revealing the bald man, whose name you believe to be Krillin. "What do you want, Y/N?"

"I need to speak to Raditz. It's urgent."

"Well, you can't---" Krillin gets pushed to the ground by none other than the infamous Hair Boy himself. This allows you to step inside the building. It must be some sort of luxury living quarters. 

The two of you stand arm's length from each other, matching cold expressions on your faces. "You here to kill me?"

"No." The corners of your lips tug upwards. "Well, at least not yet."

"So why are you here?" His face twists in confusion. "You aren't one to just drop in and say hi."

You take a deep breath, glancing around the room. This would be difficult to say one-on-one, but being surrounded by people makes it ten times worse. "There's something--- I need to tell you."

An arrogant smirk appears on his lips. "What? Did you finally fall for my good looks and charm? Are you finally declaring that you've fallen hopelessly in love with me?"

Your face scrunches up in disgust. "Don't make me ill." That would never happen, even if he was the last male Saiayn in existence, which he pretty much is. "I'm here to tell you the truth about what occurred on Planet Vegeta."

"What are you talking about?" Raditz eyebrows knit together. "A meteor wiped out our people."

You sigh, glancing at the ceiling. "Come on, Raditz. You're a lot of things, but you aren't stupid. There was no meteor. Even if there was one, our people could fly."

"What are you trying to say?" he squeezes his eyes shut, trying to shield himself from the inevitable blow.

"Our people were exterminated by that imperialistic dictator." Your voice booms. You're not even attempting to conceal your anger.

Raditz clenches his fists, his hands violently shaking. All he can think about is his mother, how she deserved better. The majority of your people deserved what they got, but not Gine. She was different. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Raditz always knew there was no meteor. The story was too perfect, and it was easier to believe that it was a tragedy. "Why?" That was all he could manage to choke out. Did Raditz really want to know? Would he be able to handle the truth? 

The others in the room remain silent, observing you anxiously. You're even more terrifying than they believed. You're not joking around or aloof this time. You're only expressing one thing, pure rage. So you do care about something. Whether you desire vengeance or truly cared for your people is unclear to the earthlings.

"Frieza was terrified. Our people were getting too strong for his liking. The Saiyan population was skyrocketing due to technological advancements. He was scared of what we could accomplish, terrified of the possibility that he could be out-ranked."

A Cheshire grin appears on Raditz's face. "We'll prove to him that he was right to fear us, right?"

"You bet your ass we will. We'll make Frieza regret leaving us alive." You take a deep breath, finally attempting to get your emotions in check, returning to your cold demeanor. "I just thought you should know. Before I killed him, Dodoria let the cat out of the bag to Vegeta."

"You killed that pink asshole? It was about time. How'd it feel?" The other stare at you two in bewilderment. Two seconds ago, you were swearing revenge, and now you're as casual as can be.

"It was extremely satisfying sending that pink blob straight to hell." You purse your lips together, cracking your neck. I should get back before Vegeta blows a fuse." You move to the doorway, stopping dead in your tracks. "Oh, ya one, last thing. Frieza's here."

"We know his men are here. We've already had the pleasure of encountering the Frieza Force."

"Raditz, I'm afraid you don't understand. It's not just his minions. He's here on Namek." Raditz chokes on air, his eyes popping out. You slam the door shut, hearing Raditz's reaction through the walls. The phrases we're so fucked, and we're all gonna die were your favorites of his elaborate babbling. You take off, heading back in the direction you came from.

As you near the location of the village, you quickly realize there is no point in returning. You can't sense any life, and that includes Vegeta. So this means he knows you ran off. You were due for one of his famous lectures anyway. Hopefully, he's not wasting his time searching for you. That would only make your predicament worse. 

You search in every direction, finally detecting your brother's energy to the west. Vegeta's power level is diminishing at an alarming rate. Maybe he's run into Zarbon or worse, Frieza. You take off at light speed, heading straight for the battleground.

Once you arrive, you conceal yourself behind a hill, observing the battle intently. It appears that Vegeta is fighting Zarbon, but something is off about the narcissist. His chest seems broader than it usually is. 

Zarbon turns around, your eyes widening at the ghastly sight. What the fuck happened to his face? He has to be the most hideous creature you've ever laid your eyes on, and there's a lot of competition for that category. This must be an alternate form of his, similar to your Great Ape form. It doesn't surprise you that you've never seen his transformation before. Even though it considerably increases his strength, his vanity has no limit. 

The green-haired egomaniac slams your brother into the ground, creating a blazing explosion. He stares down into the water-filled crater, and Vegeta is nowhere to be found. Your brother has gotten especially good at playing dead as of recent.

Zarbon reverts back into his base form, flying off into the distance. You wait an appropriate amount of time before heading toward the teal mass of water. You scan the lake, searching for your brother. He surfaces back up seconds later, desperately gasping for air. You extend a hand to Vegeta, pulling him onto land. 

He takes a few moments to collect himself before glaring daggers at you. "Where the--- hell did you run off to?" Despite being winded, he manages to find the breath to shout at you.

"I sensed some members of the Frieza Force. Thought I'd say hello." Believable lies are your specialty at this point.

"You can't---" He stops himself, his features softening at your expression. "Just never do that again. No more running off, especially without telling me. I'm serious this time. With Freiza here, I don't want you leaving my side again."

You can feel a familiar power level rapidly approaching, Zarbon's returning. "Change of plans. Go retrieve the Dragon Ball from that Namkian village. I tossed it in the water. I'll take care of the five that Frieza has."

"But, Vegeta." You giggle. "I'm not supposed to leave your side."

He glares at you. "Of course, now you decide to start listening to me. There is no reason for both of us to get captured. Now go!" You move to camouflage yourself again. Zarbon must need Vegeta for something. They most likely found the decimated village and want to question him about the location of the orb.

You watch Zarbon pick up your brother, who's pretending to be unconscious, and he flys away. You wait till you can no longer see Zarbon before speeding off to the Namekian village. Your plan is to retrieve the sphere and then take shelter somewhere. That is until you can sense Vegeta again.

You land in the ruins that were once the Namekian village. Damn Vegeta, did a lot of damage here. Your head snaps to the water. You swear you heard a splashing noise, and it couldn't have been a sea creature. If it was, the sound would've been louder. So what is it? Could it be one of Freiza's goons? If it is, they're probably weak. You'd be able to take them out with ease.

The creature emerges from the water with the four-star ball in his hands. He's a tiny little thing, way too small to be anyone currently in the Frieza Force. Something about the runt seems vaguely familiar. Wait a minute, that's Kakarot's brat. His hair's just shorter than it used to be. Half breeds must be able to change the length and style of their hair, fascinating. 

You sneak behind him with a blank look on your face. "What do you think you're doing, brat?"

Gohan jumps, turning around. "Y/N?" He shrieks, dropping the orb, which you swiftly catch one-handed. He looks around, anxiously searching for something or possibly someone. "Where's Vegeta?" His voice trembles just at saying your brother's name alone. Vegeta must have left quite the impression.

"Vegeta got himself---" You can feel Zarbon's impending presence once again, and the look on the brat's face tells you he can sense it too. This energy-sensing technique is becoming quite tedious, but you suppose it's better than being blindsided. What could Zarbon possibly want now? He already took Vegeta. Maybe he came to search for the Dragon Ball himself? Shit, you can't stay out in the open like this. You grab Gohan in one arm. And the four-starred ball in the other, rushing into a nearby cave. As an extra precaution, you seal the entrance with a boulder. Zarbon may be vain, but he's also significantly brighter than Dodoria was. Though that isn't very hard to do. 

You put a finger up to your lips, signaling for Gohan to keep quiet. The foot-steps outside grow louder. He must be standing right outside the cave by now. "Where are you, Vegeta?" He sounds deranged. So Vegeta did escape. Your best guess for Zarbon's erratic behavior is that Vegeta's prison break put Zarbon in hot water with Frieza. "Lord Frieza is going to have my head if I don't retrieve those Dragon Balls." Your insane brother actually did it. He stole the Dragon Balls from right under Frieza's nose. You're father's probably smiling up from hell as we speak.

You slide against the cave wall, dropping to the ground, leaning your head against the rock. You both might be here for a while. Zarbon is quite thorough with his searches. If he were to find you, it would put you in a tricky situation, especially with a Dragon Ball in your possession.

Gohan walks over to you, sitting down across from you. "Who is that?" Even though he's whispering, he's still being too loud for your liking."

"It's Zarbon. Now be quiet." You cover the orange ball in dirt and moss. If Zarbon does find you, the orb will be hidden in plain sight. Once finished with your little project, you shut your eyes. It's almost like you're alone. And not trapped in an enclosed space with your opposition's son.

"Y/N?" Your eyes snap open, immediately narrowing at the boy. You were about to reprimand him, but that was until you noticed the item in his hands. Your features soften as he extends the necklace to you.

You accept the necklace, grasping it tightly in your hands. "Thanks." A slight smile ghosts your lips before quickly vanishing.

"I was just returning what was yours." He looks at you, nervously twiddling his thumbs. "Hey Y/N? Where did you get that necklace from?" You hold up the jewelry, swinging the chain back and forth, getting lost in the memory.

Twenty-something years ago:

You're sitting down on your bed, with a book placed in your hands. Your gaze scans carefully over each word, occasionally flicking your wrist to flip the page. This is the newest piece of literature in your vast collection. You've only had this book for a few weeks. Vegeta gave it to you when he and Nappa returned from a mission off-planet. The book is all about these things called wish orbs. If you gather all seven, you can be granted all sorts of magical wishes. Vegeta says they're nothing more than a fairytale. That it's childish to believe in such an absurd concept, but you're convinced they exist. You've definitely seen stranger things occur, so it's in the realm of possibility for orbs to grant wishes. 

You hadn't even noticed that your father had entered your room. Until he was standing directly in front of you. Panic overtakes your body, your heart beating out of your chest. You slide the book under your comforter, even though it was much too late to hide the evidence. Your reaction may seem a bit extreme, but it's for a good reason. Books aren't necessarily illegal on Planet Vegeta, but they are forbidden. Your father believes that literacy is a waste of time. He considers combat training to be more essential to the prosperity of the Saiyan race.

"Relax." His gruff voice invades your ears. "I already know about the various books you hide around the palace." The king is a very observant man, making it extremely challenging to keep things from him. His general policy regarding situations like this is, he won't say anything unless someone brings it to his attention. Then he would be forced to move his hand, having to find a proper form of punishment.

"Is---Is there something you need?" It's not like him to drop by unannounced. Your father is a very busy man, sometimes you won't even see him for months at a time.

"As you know, you're going on a crucial mission tomorrow. Are you going to behave for your brother?" You nod in agreement. "You are also not to leave his side, do you understand me?" Ever since the incident, you're not allowed off-planet without either your father or Vegeta. One of them has to watch you like a hawk at all times because of one stupid mistake. That will probably be held over your head for the rest of your mortal life.

"Yes, sir." You decide to give him verbal confirmation as well. This way, you can avoid any potential lectures.

"Now, let's get down to business. While I was out on my last excursion. I found this piece of junk with my things. I thought I'd check if you wanted it before I destroyed it." He holds up the necklace. The pendant immediately catches your eye. It's one of the pictures from your book, the four-star wish orb. 

You nod, accepting the gift. You wrap the chain around your wrist, toying with the trinket. You've gotten pretty good at reading between the lines when it comes to your father. Saiyans aren't meant to express their emotions. You're raised to suppress them. Your father picks up on little things, like the fact that you're currently obsessed with wish orbs. You and Vegeta had to have gotten your conflicting behaviors from somewhere. And that somewhere was your father. The King of all Saiyans, the most ruthless of them all, deeply cared for his children.

He places his hands on your shoulders, causing you to look up at him. His eyes flicker with vulnerability as you stare at him. "Listen to me. Vegeta needs you just as much as you need him. You are capable of things that he isn't. And you are much stronger than you give yourself credit for. You are my sole daughter, the pinnacle of Saiyan pride. Never forget where you came from."

"A-Are you alright? You're acting weird."

"I'm fine, Y/N. Now get to sleep. You have to be up early." He leans down, kissing the top of your head before exiting the room. This only elevates your confusion. Your father has never done that before. Physical affection is not something Saiyan's participate in. At least they aren't supposed to. 

Little did you know, this would be the last time you ever saw your father alive. Looking back on it, as an adult, his strange behavior makes sense. This was his way of saying goodbye. He must have had some inkling about Frieza's plans for your race.

You snap back into reality, shifting your gaze to Gohan. Typically when you spaced out, it would irritate your companions. Maybe it would even earn you a scolding from Vegeta. But the kid has just been sitting there, keenly anticipating your response.

"My father gave it to me." Your tone softens. Nostalgia sometimes does that to you. Gohan is the first person you've ever told the origin of your necklace. It wasn't necessarily a secret. You've just never felt the need to talk about it.

Some Final Notes:

"Wasn't he the king, though? Couldn't he have given you a diamond or gold necklace? Or something fit for royalty?"

"He could have. It was more about the sentiment behind the necklace." And with that, the silence returns. Being in this cave really reminds you of your pod. Scratch that it's worse. The brat is just too nice to the point where it's nauseating. For the half-breed's sake, you hope that Zarbon leaves soon. Because you're not sure how much more of this you'll be able to take.

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Some Final Notes:

I know some of you might think King Vegeta was a bit out of character. However, I believe King Vegeta did care for his children to an extent. I know there’s some confusion in the fanbase about Tarble, whether he’s canon or not. But since the script for Yo! Son Goku and His Friends Return!!! was a concept created by Akira Toriyama. I personally believe Tarble is cannon. So King Vegeta banishing his son, rather than executing him, does show he had empathy for Tarble, even though he was viewed as a disgrace on his entire bloodline.

[syubub]

Yoongi birthday reading/energy check!!

It's sweet sweet tangerine bois birthday!!

I wanted to do a cute little energy check up to see what's up and ask some fun little questions!!

I'm excited so let's just do this shit!!

Disclaimer: this is for entertainment purposes and not to be taken as fact!!

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I want to apologize for the absolute shit pictures but what's new lol

So, let's start with the platform. First thing I noticed was the blue was brighter but the platform was darker? It was like someone cranked up the contrast to 100. Ngl it looked pretty cool. Yoongis platform doesn't typically have a barrier like some of the others do so I just kinda walked in and did the whole, "happy birthday, I have questions" His energy seemed a lot more... vibrant? And playful I guess? It was really nice. Now. The actual connection was intresting because the cord was blue again and like, real thick. (I don't think my perceived thickness of the cord has and real correlation with how strong the connection is. It was just thicc) this time though, the cord was connected at the chest instead of the third eye. So i was like, ??? But my guide didn't give my any sort of helpful input (my guide likes to watch me suffer in my confusion. I'm sure of it)

Anyway, cord like that and then yoobi gave me a headbutt to connect at the third eye. Idk why he gotta be like that :( istg next time he's gonna flick my forehead or something.

I was like "cool cool cool. I want to do the reading now pls" and idk how to explain the energy other than sassy. You know? Blah blah blah I'm thinking, "I don't remember him being so cheeky but maybe I've been gone long enough for him to level up into his final sass monster form"

Anywho, this was intresting because after the little strings were connected and stuff, we plopped down on the floor. And it was like everything I was doing irl was being mimicked infront of yoons energy? So we were sitting facing eachother and I was putting the cards down between us?? Usually that doesn't happen but it was kinda fun!!

Moving right along. I first asked if there was anything he wanted to say or needed to get across and it was 11. Now, 11 has come up before and I'm still not to sure what it's in reference to? My best guess is possibly he's been seeing 11:11 or that it's 2? Idk let me know if you have any clues lol. Other stuff was just kinda banter and stuff.

So so so.

The reading. First thing I asked was how he was doing. And I shuffled his preticular way (when I ask a question I always ask for the energy to tell me how much to shuffle or when to stop. For yoongi it's always 2-2-2. So 2 bridge shuffles, 2 hand shuffles and then split the pile in 2. That's why I think 11 might be 2 to him?)

The cards we got are ace of swords rev, justice,the heirophant rev, the empress.

So based off this I was like okay. I want to pull clarity cards for the two rev cards to get a better picture so I pulled the emperor rev for ace or swords rev and strength rev and wheel of fortune rev for the heirophant rev.

Starting with the ace of swords rev, and the emperor reverse. It seems like yoongi has been re thinking his relationship to control in his life. That's he's possibly noticing any unhealthy needs to control his life and the situation around him. It could also refer to his judgment being clouded by a rigid approach.

With the justice card it makes me think that he's possibly considering a big choice in his life or that he's really doing some deconstructing of his own views. This second idea fits in well with him getting clarity on some possibly unhealthy control issues in his life.

Now. The heirophant rev, strength rev and wheel of fortune reverse. This was intresting to me bc they are all major arcana. The heirophant rev can really talk about no longer needing outside approval and making your own way in your own time bc you are your own teacher. Strength in rev I kinda read as self doubt and feeling down in this case. Like a lack of confidence in himself and his abilities. And the wheel of fortune in reverse I took to mean as his breaking cycles. All together these cards kinda paint a picture about wanting and trying to break a cycle of self doubt and self limiting beliefs and learning more about himself and why he think what he does about himself and searching through everything for truth. It's really good!! In short he's doing some nice soul searching and trusting himself to guide his own way through this self discovery!

The empress! This card seems to pop up for yoobi a lot and I think it really speaks to the abundance that surrounds him! Not just money but the abundance of creativity, love, friends ect.

Now now now. I asked him if there was anything that he wanted to tell us about himself or bts or what's happening in the near future. For that I got 2 of cups, king of wands and 3 of coins.

So the 2 of cups is partnership. Usually romantic. Could be pertaining to the may 13th thing that is ever present lol but I'll get to that later. With the 3 of coins talking about teamwork, this could definitely hint at collaborations coming up!! That's the vibe I get. No one crush my dreams. And for the king of wands it could be talking about taking the reigns on a new project and starting to get it done. Like a new opportunity. This could be a new bts project like starting a new campaign or new venture or maybe personal like the a mixtape or doing more songs for other groups ect.

I had to ask him how he was feeling about the grammys. I had to. Had to. The cards were ace of wands, 2 of wands and death reverse. When these came flying out I could help but smile. Yoongis energy was almost giddy too!

Witht he ace of wands

It's that spark of creativity and inspiration. It's that feeling when you get super excited over some new thing. I think this is the perfect example for feeling reinvigorated. The 2 of wands takes that spark from the ace and tries to funnel that excitement and newness into something directional. Using that burst of creativity to start planning for future progress!! Its so nice to see that! If they don't win (IF) you bet we're gonna get some bangers about a corrupt system. If (WHEN) they do win we'll get bangers about how thankful they are to have gotten where they are in spite of a corrupt system. I just want to hear an uncensored version of yoongi being like, "HOLY FUCKING SHIT, WE DID IT BITCHES. FUCK ALL YOU BASTARDS THAT SAID WE COULDN'T."

I can dream....

What a nice dream.

Now I asked if there was anything yoobi wanted to say to us as in advice or comfort or anything like that and I got, Clearing negativity, make time for self care, when I'm tuned into the energy of abundance I become abundant. when I'm in a state of appreciation im in vibrational alignment with my true love nature. The world rev, 2 of swords rev and that project, that person, that idea is waiting.

Awe. Take care of yourselves!! Make sure to take time to enjoy what you like and try not to let any negativity get in the way of you enjoying your days. The world rev to me seems to be talking about seeking closure on the things in your life that have been impacting you. Tie up those loose ends so you can move foward without triping over yourself and 2 of swords rev I think talks about information overload and being kinda indecisive bc of that. Take a sep back to evaluate the situation at hand because sometimes it's so close you can't see what you're looking for. Those of you who are studying and getting frustrated because you just can't seem to get it, try taking a step back and doing something to take care of yourself and come back to it so you can approach with a clearer mind. Try not to get stuck or paralyzed by choice but if you do get stuck, take some time to detach yourself from the situation and come back later!

A fair few people wanted an update on yoobis soulmate as well. If you need a refresher here's the run down. Yoongis soulmate is impossible for me to read, yoongi is a smug ass and I'm nosy and probably a little dumb.

Now that that's cleared up

I asked, "am I missing something?" (As to why I can't connect and why yoongi won't give me answers.)

I got queen of cups, magician and the high priestess. I read this as him being like, "yeah dude, you aren't woke enough"

YOONGI just give me answers pls. The high priestess is intuition and sacred knowledge, the magician is manifestation and the queen of cups is also intuition.

At this point I was like, okay you little shit, can you at least tell me how your soulmate is doing? Can you do that for me?

2 of cups, 2 of pentacles, 9 of wands and knight of wands. 2 of cups is partnership usually romantic, 2 of pentacles is priorities and managing them, 9 of wands persistence, knight of wands motivation for a new thing. His soulmate last time was in the process of going through some shit and figuring it out and it seems like now they've got a better clue of how to move foward and are currently heading towards good things/ important things in their life (possibly like working towards dream career or had an idea for a business the want to start or field they want to go in.)

I was thinking about the next question when this popped into my head, "if you know about your akashic book, do you know about your soulmates? Have you read it?" I used my pendulum. No movement at all. What so ever. "Are you listening to me?" Yes. "So answer my question please" No. "Do you like to watch me suffer?" Maybe. "Do you know the answer to the question" yes.

YOONGI WHY

This cheeky son of a bitch.

Now I was like, fuck it. Imma ask him the big boi question.

"Is your soulmate present when I do these readings?" Yes.

WHY THE FUCK CAN I NIT PICK UP ON IT???

I had to take a deep breath dude. Yoobi is testing my nerves.

"Are they hiding their energy?" No.

I was actually gonna combust. This makes no sense.

I asked yoongi if he would tell me what I'm not getting. Silence. So i ask my guide.

"lol ur dumb"

Watch me Google "how to fire your spirit guide"

Istg this feels like some dumb prank. Maybe I'm just genuinely oblivious to his soulmates energy or maybe I'm just doing something.

What do you want to bet that his soulmate is just hiding under the platform and I'm too stupid to notice or some dumb thing like that.

yoobi, sir, why must you do this?

I decided to continue.

"What message or thing have you learned from your soulmate recently that could be valuable to us?" I got healthy communication in relationships and deep replenishment.

Good to know you can have a nice communicative relationship with your soulmate bc I CAN'T.

I'm petty about it, sue me.

The message does stand though. Good communication and taking proper rest to replenish yourself.

Now I had to ask yoongi directly what he thought of may 13th.

I got the lovers, 7 of swords, the magician and judgement. The seven of swords was intresting and it makes me think there's some extra stuff at play here too. 7 of swords is about getting away with something and deceit. The clarifier was the magician.... this could mean a lot honestly. It could be that maybe yoongi will have his relationship exposed or possibly that maybe him and his soulmate meet but yoongi is disguised? Idk how that would work at all but I'm stumped. There's a lot of variations that this could be. The magician is about manifesting and having everything you need to create what you want. This could possibly mean that maybe he gets a sudden idea that's like, "oh I have to go here right now. Its super important" eventhough he has practice scheduled. So that would let down his team but he would be following his path and it might lead to him meeting his soulmate? Maybe vice versa? Idk let me know what you think??

With the judgement its about inner calling and kinda like the peak. Like shit has been leading up to this moment. With the lovers too it does seem like a union?

I asked him, "but like what's gonna happen on the 13th thought and I got the 10 of cups. Divine love, bliss, alignment, happy mushy gushy shit. This is why I'm so inclined to think that they'll meet on the 13th or things will get serious or their paths finally cross. The cards seem to heavily suggest that.

My dude. Yoongi is really sappy, pass it on.

For the last question I asked yoomgi if there was messages/ advice he had given to his soulmate that we might benefit from.

First step, open your third eye, open your heart, sign from heaven, open your arms to receiving.

A lot of opening lol.

It's good advice though learning to be open and receptive and taking that first step in tackling life or any situation.

Oki. Now for the disconnecting. It was not nearly as strange as it has been in the past. I was just like thanks dude. Again, happy birthday blah blah and I got up to leave. I noticed it looked like we were in sitting in one of those old plastic hoola hoops? Like the pink and yellow ones lol. As I was looking at and and like??? Off to the side the numbers 13, 28, 54. Obvi 54 isn't a date and then I the last yoongi check up there was book pages and I feel like 54 and 28 were the pages?? I'm not actually sure as I'm writing this so I'm gonna check.

Yep I checked. They are the page #s.

So that's intresting.

Other than that though I just kinda left and he was like, "bye" and that's all.

Not as cool as other yoongi adventures but equally as frustrating.

TLDR

Yoongis doing pretty okay and he's a cheeky little shit. My guide like to watch me suffer and yoobi is mushy gushy squishy.

Happy day of birth Syub!!