#i've got that attitude of gratitude

[imwritesometimes]

I had a long weekend to reflect on whether or not I wanna continue writing fic and surprise surprise I still don't know 🙃🙃

[satorusugurugurl]

Here's some funny ideas I've got while at work today; a leisure streamer gojo who'd just simply streamed himself playing games naked except for his sunglasses and briefs. Rumors had it that each time his all-time top donor was replaced, the new one would get to see him ~fully naked~.

The Leisure Streamer is a Hottie!

Summary: Rumor had it the top donor of the-strongest-streamers chats get to see him naked! Now that you're the top donor will you get to see the goods or was it just a rumor. Time will tell.

Pairing: Streamer!Gojo x FAB!Reader

Warnings: language, nudity, masturbation, mutual-masturbation, skype sex??

A/N: I fell in love with this request! ugjskdkekd I love them so much! Thank you bonnie for such a great idea!! 💚💚💚

Part Two Part Three Part Four

On Friday nights, you always ran home from your last college class, avoiding people on bikes and walking by. You often got dirty looks thrown at you or the occasional ‘watch where you're going.’ But nothing would stop your stride. Friday nights were some of your favorite nights of the week. All because the-strongest-streamer live streamed on Fridays.

And the man, god fuck, he was the hottest!

Gojo Satoru, aka the-strongest-streamer, was a leisure streamer. He played games like Animal Crossing, Dream Daddy, and fluffy feel-good games in only his boxers and sunglasses. He was among the most popular streamers, not only for his looks but also for his happy-go-lucky attitude. But because of a particular rumor that started going around.

It was said in the forms online, in his comments, and even on Twitter that every time his all-time top donor was replaced, the new one would get to join a private stream with him and see him fully naked. That was just a rumor. He had denied the allegations and made it clear that the private stream was to have a meet and greet with his top donor.

The meet and greet was why you’ve been saving money for six months. You wanted to meet the man who had brought you so much joy in the last year. You stumbled across his profile when looking through videos online. You were looking for a cute cat compilation to ease the ache in your heart after your boyfriend dumped you. Instead, you found this goofball that had you smiling like an idiot on your phone.

You had been in a dark time when you first found his videos. You wanted to express your gratitude to him. Seeing him naked was not your goal in any way, shape, or form.

The second you got home, you slid over to your laptop and pulled up Gojo’s stream. He was sprawled out in his black and blue gaming chair; blue LED lights illuminated the room. Black sunglasses reflected his computer screen as he adjusted his headset.

“Tom Nook is a scammer.” He announced as hundreds of comments flooded in. “The little shit asks me to do all this for him! After all, I have to spend my hard-earned bells on upgrading the pavers. Kiss my nicely toned ass, you bastard.” You smiled, giggling as you dreamily watched him. “Ya’ know what? Next week, we'll play Sims or something; I’d rather build a house than have Tom Nook steal all my money.”

He adjusted his sunglasses as he slipped on some frappe, the logo conveniently covered so no one knew where he was. Several comments flooded in asking what he was drinking, and most people sent in small donations. All of these were things Satoru tried to answer and thank. He may miss a couple here and there, but he tried hard to get to everyone. God, he was so down to earth.

It was all of those reasons that had you clicking the donate button, sending a total of eight hundred dollars to him. Your cute little icon of a mochi popped up on his screens, flashing while music blared. The whole scene reflected off his dark sunglasses.

“Eh?!” The white tufts of his hair flowed as he moved in, focus glued to the screen. “Whoa! Whoa! Mochi-gurl-89, thank you so much for that donation!” With a chipper chime, you took the spot as his top donor. “And it looks like you're my new top donor! Just before the stream ended! I'll have one of my admins contact you so we can do our private stream. And with this, I adore you all, until next time this is the-strongest-streamer signing off!”

The second he ended his stream, your inbox chimed with a new message. As Satoru said, it was a message from one of his admins. The message was clear; you got a thirty-minute stream, maybe more if Satoru agreed. There could be no recording of your conversation or photos, which was perfectly fine. All you wanted to do was talk. After agreeing to all those terms and signing a nondisclosure form, you were sent a link to your private stream.

You had your camera off, your cute chibi mochi avatar taking up your screen as Satoru’s room was fully displayed. With a deep breath, you shook your hands, trying to ease your nerves as a door opened on Satoru’s screen. A second later, he plopped down in his gaming chair. God, he was so handsome. Fluffy white hair and chiseled abs like he was carved from marble; he was just your type.

“Hello?” he asked, “you there, mochi-gurl-89?”

“O-Oh! Uhm, yes, hi!” He stared at the screen, frowning just a bit as he saw your avatar instead of your face.

“Here, I thought I’d be talking to a fan. Instead, it's a cute mochi ball.”

You nervously giggle before clicking a few times and turning your camera on. You felt so plain compared to him. He was incredibly sexy, and you were just an average college girl. In your opinion, there wasn’t much to see.

“Oh.” Satoru breathed out, drawing your attention back to the screen. You swear to God, you choked on your breath. Because he had taken his sunglasses off, revealing cerulean eyes behind white lashes. “Wow, you're fuckin’ hot.”

“Oh! Uhm—”

“Fuck! Sorry, did I say that out loud?” he sulked back in his chair. “I'm so sorry. I'm not one of those creeps who stalk their followers. I, I was expecting—”

“A giant ball of mochi?” The sweetness of your voice seems to have him relaxing as he realizes you didn't mind his compliment.

“Exactly.”

You cup some of your hair behind your ear, biting your lip. “Sorry to disappoint, but thank you for the compliment.”

“And thank you for the generous donation! That means a lot to me.”

“Thank you for being such a beacon of light in my life.” Did popular streamers think comments like that were cringe? “I hope that doesn’t come off creepy or weird.”

“I've had fans send me their underwear. Being a beacon of light to you is the least weirdest thing anyone has ever said to me.”

You can't help the wide, warm smile that spreads across your face. “You have no clue how happy that makes me. I went through a nasty break and the night that it happened. I found one of your—” his fingers played with the hem of his boxers. “Your stream—and you—” fingers gently lift the hem, and you focus on his face. “Uhm Gojo?” The man on your screen hums.

“Yes, mochi-gurl?”

“I—I heard about you getting naked for the private streams.” Using your hands, you shield your vision. “B-But you don't have to do that! I just wanted to talk.”

“Eh?!” peeking through your fingers, you watch the white-haired man turn red. “Naked! No! No shit fuck, I'm sorry! I'm not a perv, I swear to god.” He shields his face in his hands, grumbling some incoherent words that you can't make out.

Gojo didn't seem like the type to be a pervert, and from his reaction, it wasn't like you’d caught him fully undressing in front of you. If anything, he seemed more embarrassed than you. After gathering your thoughts, you leaned a bit closer to your screen.

“Gojo?”

His white hair flies as his head jerks up. “I-I know about the rumors! How I get nude for my private streams for my top donors, but that is nothing more than a rumor, I swear!” Your eyes widen as he stares directly at you, into your soul. “I promise you I wasn't about to do anything remotely weird.” His face is almost entirely red, and his bottom lip is between his teeth as he scans your features.

“Okay,” you tentatively begin, “then what were you doing?”

“That's the thing; it's going to sound ten times worse when I tell you what I was doing.” you motion with your hands for him to continue. “Okay, just promise you won't put me on blast or try to cancel me?” When you nod, the leisure streamer grumbles before tilting his head back. “I-I’m sorry, but you're really hot. Like super mega hot.” Thank god your room is so dark, or he could see how flushed you were. “So hot, my stupid dick decided to spot a hard-on.” He rolls his chair back just an inch, revealing the extremely hard bulge in his boxers. “I was trying to discreetly lift the waistband so you wouldn't see how hard I was.”

A string of ‘I’m sorry’ echoes on the other end of the screen. Gojo’s blue eyes focused on you, waiting to see how you reacted to the news. His shy demeanor and the bulge in his boxers have you shifting in your seat. Heat pools between your thighs. God, were you getting wet? Rubbing your thighs together, you confirmed that you were as you felt your arousal. You bite down on your inner cheek to prevent a moan from sounding.

“Hey, mochi-gurl? You're too quiet, and you look super pissed. I'm sorry.” Gojo’s voice seems to enhance your growing arousal. He sits back, cocking a brow as you peer at him with dark needy eyes through your lashes. “H-Hey you go-goo—oh fuck.” He watches as you stick your hand between your legs.

“You think I’m hot?” Your voice is so smooth, with desire.

“Y-Yeah, super hot.” Gojo follows suit, his hand reaching back down, fingertips slipping under the band of his boxers. “The hottest fuckin’ girl I've ever seen.”

Pressing your fingers against your shorts, you rub your clit in slow circles. “Gojo, you’re girlfriend won't find us doing this?” The man on the screen before you scoff, his hand sliding fully into his boxers.

“Girlfr-ahh—” his hand moved up and down, “fuuuck—what girlfriend? I-I go to the gym, hang out with my friends, and live stream.” Watching him stroke himself has you feeling feral. “Plus streaming half naked, well, let's just say girls don't like that.”

You rubbed your clit faster, “As a girl, I like it.” White brows knitted on your screen. “I like it a lot; it's so hot.” Gojo watched, head resting back against his chair as you slid your hand up your shirt, cupping your breasts, massaging yourself.

“Y-Yeah? Does your boyfriend like it?”

“I don't have one~”

Gojo growled, biting down on his lip. “Really?” He leaned back, spreading his legs apart. “Lucky me.” Pursing your lips together, you tilted your head back. “Fuck, you're so fucking hot, sweetheart.” something overcame you. A boldness you hadn’t experienced before. Taking the bottom of your T-shirt, you put it between your teeth and lifted it, revealing your bare chest to your favorite streamer. “Oooh fuck, you have the prettiest tits.” Gojo watched as your fingers moved elegantly over your skin, kneading your breast until your nipples were hard. “How rude of me, you’re showing me yours might as well show you mine.”

A choke sounds in your throat as you nearly release your T-shirt from between your teeth. Gojo had pulled his boxers down just enough to hook them underneath his balls, freeing his gorgeous cock. His cock throbbed and twitched underneath his hand as he gently began stroking it up and down. Watching him stroking himself, twisting his wrist, squeezing it just around the tip, causing his head to tilt back, and seeing that made you do something you had never done.

Gojo could hear you shuffling in the background before your screen suddenly turned, and he faced a couch. You plopped down, your shorts discarded. With his jaw dropped open, Gojo watched as you spread your legs as wide as you could in front of the camera and rubbed your fingers over your wet pussy. You had never done something like this before. Sexting, yes, but full-on masturbating in front of a stranger, this was something you never thought you would do.

“Holy, you're so wet.” his hand sped up around his cock. “God, look at you. You’re so fucking pretty.” his thumb brushed over the slit rubbing pre-cum over the tip. “God, I wanna taste you. I bet you smell fucking delicious.”

“I want to suck you off, fuck, Gojo~ fuuuck.” coding your fingers in your slick, you rub quick, fast circles around your clit, causing your legs to tremble. “Gojo~ Gojo~”

“N-No, call me Satoru, please.”

“Satoru~”

Goj—Satoru tilts his head forward, his burning gaze on you, watching you slide a finger inside your tight heat. You don't think you've ever been so aroused. Having a stranger watching you finger yourself as he jerks off had your walls clenching around your fingers. Satoru must have thought the same thing because his tip dribbles more pre-cum, his cock throbbing hard as he matches his pace with yours.

“Oh god, I'm so wet.” Slick coats your fingers as you rub your clit with your thumb. “I can't remember the last time I was this wet.”

“I can tell, god, you're soaked.” Glancing at the screen, you can see Satoru gritting his teeth. “Oh fuck, I-I’m so hard it hurts, I-I’ve never done this before. God feels so good; all my brain is thinking is, ‘dick hard, feel good.’”

The conversation dies down, replaced with whines, moans, and grunts of pleasure. Your eyes never miss each other. You both constantly look each other over, whispering each other’s names like prayers. You try to imagine how his thick, long fingers would feel inside of you instead of your own. You know that he could reach the sweet spots inside you that you loved. At the same time, Satoru imagines replacing his hand with your own while his fingers take the place of yours.

Both of you are so worked up that you find yourself dangling over the edge of an orgasm before you know it. Your legs are trembling, toes curling, while Satoru’s hand moves faster his other hand, reaching down, cupping his balls, massaging them. Both of you are lost in each other’s pleasure without even touching the other. There’s chemistry between you. Both you and Satoru can feel it through the screen.

“Oh fuck, of fuck, fuuuuck fuck!” Satoru leans closer to his screen to watch you. “Oh god, I can feel it coming; it’s gonna be a big one. Baby~ fuuuck, please tell me you’re close.”

“S-So close.” a sharp inhale of breath sounds, “Oooh fuckin’ shit, Satoru, I’m gonna cum~.”

“Oi.” your eye hazily find him, “look at me when you cum.”

That, god, that was the hottest thing anyone has ever told you. “Cummin! Oh fuck, Satoru~! Satorruu!” the screen that leaves your body almost doesn’t sound human as you squirt all over your couch. Even though your orgasm is the hardest one you’ve ever experienced, not once do your eyes leave his.

“Good girl~ good fuckin girl.” his praises leave your cunt twitching. “Oh fuck, gonna fill you up all the way. Tell me you want it. Please.”

“Yes~ Satoru, inside~ inside~!”

The veins and his neck protrude as he slams his free fist against his desk, causing his setup to shake. Ropes and ropes of white cum spurt out of his cock. The sticky substance coats his abdomen, on the top of his thighs and hand.

“Fuck~ fuck~fuuuck!” His hand continues, moving up and down his shaft, milking his cock for all that it’s worth. “Fuuuck!” he hisses out through clenched teeth.

Several seconds pass, both of you breathing heavily, recovering from your orgasms. Swallowing hard at your dry throat, you slowly pull your fingers out of you with a wince. Satoru was the next move, grabbing some tissues off his desk and cleaning himself up. You can’t help but laugh softly in the silence of cleaning yourselves.

Hearing the angelic sound leaving your mouth, Satoru focuses his blue eyes on you. “What’s got you giggly over there?” much to his disappointment, you slide your shorts back on before sitting back on the couch.

“That was one hell of a meet and greet.”

Satoru’s lets out a rough laugh.”Yeah, it sure as hell was. I think I owe you a proper meet and greet.” The streamer let out a content sigh. “Are you free tomorrow night? I’d be happy to answer any questions you may have.” he leans back, fixing his boxers.

“Think you can keep your boner down long enough for that?”

“I guess we’ll have to wait and see. I can’t make any promises that it’ll behave.”

“Huh, what if I don’t want it to behave?”

Flushed cheeks darken in color as Satoru’s mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water. “Goddamn, you're so hot. Who knew some chick with a mochi avatar was going to have me stroking my cock tonight.” God, he was so cute, both physically and in personality. “Which is super cute, by the way. Did you do it yourself, or did you have an artist commission it? Because I am in dire need of some new avatar artwork for my videos.”

“I drew it myself. I’m a freelance graphic design artist.”

“You takin’ commissions right now, Miss oh-so-hot-and-talented?”

“If I get this job I want tomorrow, I might have to take a brief break. But I would make an exception for you.”

Satoru opens his mouth to say something, but there’s a knock on the door behind him. “Shit, sorry, I gotta go; I promised my roommate I would help him hook up a computer upstairs.” With one final glance in your direction, Satoru, for once, was elated over a rumor that had spread about him over the Internet. “Tomorrow same time, mochi-gurl?”

“Sounds great, Satoru.”

After bidding farewell to the exceptionally hot man, you pass out on the couch. From the excitement of getting to meet your favorite streamer to the intensity of your orgasm. The combination of those contributing factors knocked you on your ass. While your neck was stiff, falling asleep like that on the couch allowed you to get some of the best sleep in months.

You woke up refreshed and ready for your interview that morning. Satoru had put a peep in your step as you walked into the coffee shop you had an interview with. The owner wanted to develop a new logo design for the shop. One that was both warm, welcoming, and had an adorable mascot.

“Wow,” The man across from you flips through your portfolio, “you're talented. You’re just a freelance artist?”

“Mhmm, I don’t like big corporations. I would rather help out small businesses and help support our local community.”

The man interviewing you brushes dark bangs out of his face, his tongue running over his lip piercing. “We love supporters of small businesses. People like you that keep our place going.” He brushes long, dark strands of hair before his dark eyes leave the page before him, meeting your nervous gaze. “Which is why I think you would be a great fit. Your art is exactly what I’m looking for when I think of our logo.”

“Really? That’s so good to hear. I promise you I won’t disappoint you. I’ll be sure to make your dreams come true.”

Your interviewer shuts your portfolio, handing it back to you. He held out his hand, his nails painted black, and his rings on almost every finger. When you first walked into this cute café, you were intimidated by the stranger. He was covered in tattoos and piercings, and his gauges were huge, but he couldn't have been any nicer. So, without hesitation, you stood up, shaking his hand.

“I'm looking forward to doing business with you, Geto.”

“Same goes for me; I’ll give you a tour and introduce you to everyone.”

Rainbow Dragon Cafe recently went viral for its excellent coffee, pastries, and aesthetic. Not only was it a café, but it was also a gaming café. There is a bar where people can enjoy their coffee and booths where they can sit down and work on projects if needed. On one wall, there’s a large flat-screen TV playing compilations of different streamers talking to the camera as they play games. A large sectional couch was set up in front of it so people could sit down and watch if they wanted to.

The other wall was set up so that people could take photos with the company's logo behind them. That was if they had a logo, which is where you came in. For the next few months, your job was to help the owner, Geto Suguru, design and revamp his menu and website. Once you succeed in your mission, a cute neon sign with the logo will be placed on the wall, covered in fake vines and flowers. It is the perfect spot to take photos and hashtag the cafe in their posts.

“This is Shoko; she manages the front and helps run orders to tables.” A woman with dark brown hair waved at you casually as she passed a cigarette in her mouth and headed for the front.

“Taking a smoke break, I’ll be right back.”

Geto led you into the back, where an espresso machine hissed. “Back here is Ryomen Sukuna; he is my best barista.” The muscular, pink-haired man in front of you, covered in tattoos, slammed a rag down on the counter.

“I'm not some fucking barista; I’m the king of coffee.”

“Right, king of coffee, sorry.” Geto introduced you to several other workers. Most of them were just high schoolers working there as a part-time. Itadori, Fushiguro, and Kugisaki waved at you before returning to doing their inventory. “And you’ll meet my girls eventually. They said something about getting more couches or pillows for the front. They’re the head of our social media team.”

You lean over the counter with Geto, overlooking the shop that you were hired to help. “I love the setup you guys have. It’s got my creative juices flowing.” Glancing at the TV, you watch a compilation of different streamers reacting to jump scares. “But I’m curious. Why make it a gaming cafe?” Geto follows your gaze, humming at your question.

“That’s all because of my best friend. I didn’t want just to run a cafe and bookstore; I wanted to do something different. He pitched the idea. A place for people to sip coffee, read a book, or play video games.”

“Sounds like he’s a good friend.”

“He is.” Geto jerks his thumb in the direction of a door. “He rents out the basement while I live in the loft upstairs. He's an investor; you might get to meet him if he ever drags his stupid ass out of the basement.”

“Oh, that wou—”

Before you finish your sentence, the door Geto is still pointing at is slammed open. “Suguru! Hey, do you think I could borrow that blue shirt of y-you—” God, if you hadn’t been holding onto the counter, you might’ve passed out? Blue eyes that had been locked and focused on the night before met your gaze. You almost didn’t recognize him because he was wearing clothes. “H-Holy shit, mochi-gurl?!”

Your favorite leisure streamer, the man you had masturbated with the night before, was standing right in front of you—more like towering over at a total of six three feet. Words seem to evade you as you stutter. “G-Gojo?” Why was the room spinning all of a sudden?

“Hey, I thought we went over this last night. You can call me Satoru!” his smile fades as soon as it appears on his face. “Sweetheart? Oh shi—” He’s rushing forward just as your world fades to black due to shock.

This was a dream right, it had to be a dream!

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[otherworldlylovey-dovey]

Leon with a female o/s that acts as a momma?

Oh, by my stars! I see there are a lot of Leon lovers around here, though I don't blame them, sweethearts! He's very handsome and even though he wants to act like an emo fuckboy, we all know he's a puppy.

And well, he is a very busy man with many traumas, so a partner who is somewhat motherly or maternal could help him.

Lion with a female o/s acting as a mother

If his partner has a bit of a “momma” personality and takes care of him after work, Leon would probably be surprised, but not opposed. Given his independent nature and constant life on missions, this might be new and even disconcerting for him at first. However, over time, he would learn to accept and even appreciate these affectionate gestures.

At first, Leon probably wouldn't know how to react to someone telling him what to do or taking care of him, since he's used to taking care of things on his own. Still, he'd gradually get used to it, letting his partner take the reins on these small domestic details because he knows it's a way of showing his affection.

Even if he doesn't say it out loud, he would surely find it adorable and comforting to have someone there to take care of him. After so many years of dealing with danger and stress alone, having someone give him this kind of affection and greet him with such warmth when he comes home would make him feel truly loved.

When the boy comes back from his missions he smells awful, between a stench of sweat and zombies, damn, even the peddler tells him in re4 that "He carries the stench of battle"… a big "No sir, I won't let you enter the house like that" for O/S. Leon would probably smile sideways or sigh every time she "scolds" him to take off his dirty clothes or take a shower. Although he would find it funny and somewhat exaggerated, he wouldn't argue. In fact, he would even find that attitude charming and would do it without protest, because he knows that this way she feels happy taking care of him.

We all know Leon is a bit of a clown, he's the gift of comedy, so he'd give you answers like:

"Yes, ma'am!" "Yes, of course, because I'm a five-year-old who doesn't know how to use a washing machine, right?" "Thanks for reminding me how to use soap! I don't know what I'd do without you." "Do I stink? But I've bathed this week… or was it the week before. Who's counting?" "Yes, because your soft words always make me feel as fresh as a lily."

"I know, I know, I'm the perfect representation of the 'tired boy'. How are you? Do you feel like the queen of the house?" "I promise I'll take a bath, but only if you promise me ice cream afterwards. Deal?"

He would accept and enjoy having his hair blow-dried. This kind of attention would be something special for him. Although he might feel a little embarrassed or uncomfortable at first, over time he would relax and let himself be pampered. Being pampered in this way would bring him a peace he doesn't usually experience, and even if he doesn't say it, he would appreciate it very much. Also, Fella, do you see that hair? It's hair-passing! It must be magic or something, it never gets messed up.

Although Leon is not the type of person to express his feelings openly, he would show his gratitude with small gestures. He could give her a genuine smile, a kiss on the forehead, or simply look at her tenderly while she takes care of him, making her feel that her effort and affection are appreciated.

Leon wouldn't just leave it to her to care for him; he would find ways to reciprocate her affection. He might help with other chores around the house or protect her when needed, making sure she feels cared for and supported as well. He would show his love for her in more practical ways, like making sure everything is safe or that nothing is missing.

But as I said before, he will not remain silent about this, he always has a sarcastic response.

"You're like a mother, but without the report card. When do I start getting my gold stars?" "I didn't know I got into a relationship with a mother, but thanks for the intensive care." "Are you going to text the Red Cross every time I leave the house? I promise I won't need emergency help." "Relax, I'm a strong man. I won't drown in a cup of water… I think."

"I love the way you're trying to run my life. Would you like a license plate that says 'Leon's Controller'?" "At the end of the day, I'm still me… I just have a full-time 'task manager' now."

At the end of the day, Leon would respond with a combination of surprise and amusement, letting his partner take care of those details with a smile. Although his style is more serious, he would end up enjoying her company, appreciating the trust and affection in those playful comments and, little by little, feeling even closer to her.

[nina-ya]

Happy Birthday- Ace Edition

A/N: This was written for @sookisaurus and @thebluepik1 HAPPIEST OF BIRTHDAY TO THE TWO OF YOU I HOPE YOU ENJOYED YOUR SPECIAL DAY!! Pairing: Ace x Reader CW: None WC: 1138

The clock struck midnight, marking the beginning of your special day. But before you could even take a breath, the sound of frantic footsteps echoed in the corridor. Suddenly, a familiar figure came into view, sprinting towards you with uncontainable excitement. It was none other than Ace. He launched himself at you with full force, and before you could react, he enveloped you in a bear hug, yelling, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" at the top of his lungs. The sheer energy of his embrace sent both of you tumbling to the ground in a fit of laughter.

He quickly helped you to your feet and, holding your hand, began leading you somewhere in a hurry, practically running. Amidst the chaos, you couldn't help but ask, "Where are we going?"

Ace flashed a grin at you and replied, "Don't you worry your pretty little head about it."

As you neared the main deck, he paused, his grip on your hand tightening. "Okay, I'm going to cover your eyes, and you'll have to trust me, alright?"

"Trust you? What do you mean?" you asked, puzzled by his request. But Ace only smiled at you in response. He spun you around and gently covered your eyes with his hands, leading you forward.

When he finally uncovered your eyes, you were met with shouts of, "Surprise!" The main deck had been transformed into a dazzling birthday celebration in your honor. The scene was nothing short of magical. As your eyes adjusted to the brightness, you were met with a breathtaking sight. The entire crew had come together to set up a celebration in honor of your birthday. The deck was decorated with colorful streamers and balloons, catching the light and swaying gently in the ocean breeze.

At the center of it all was a long table piled high with delicious foods and a beautifully decorated birthday cake, candles flickering on top, ready to be lit for your moment. All courtesy of Thatch, of course. 

Your eyes widened in amazement as you scanned the area. Each member of the crew was there, and they greeted you with big smiles and cheerful birthday wishes. There were gifts piled high on a side table, waiting for you to unwrap them.

The joyful attitude spread, laughter and conversations echoing across the deck. A musical duo was playing a cheerful tune, adding to the ambiance. The crew had joined in, clapping and singing along under the starry night.

You stood by the birthday cake, its candles casting a warm glow across your face. The Whitebeard Pirates gathered around, grinning from ear to ear. They clapped their hands in rhythm, their voices blending as they sang their own rendition of "Happy Birthday" just for you.

As the final notes of the song faded away, you made a wish in the flickering candlelight. Then, you took a deep breath and blew them out, causing a round of cheers and applause from the crew. The feast was officially underway.

The feast was grand, featuring a delicious array of dishes prepared with love and care. From seafood to meat courses, from a spread of vegetables and fruits, there was something for everyone. 

Once everyone had eaten to their heart's content and the tables were cleared, the crew gathered around the side table filled with the gifts. It was time for you to open your presents. You could feel the excitement building, and with each gift unwrapped, your smile only grew more as you expressed your gratitude. You couldn’t help but notice that Ace was the only one who did not present you with a gift.

Amidst the celebration, Ace noticed you from across the deck and made his way over. He flashed a smile and gestured for you to step aside for a moment. "Hey, I've got something for you," he said, his voice brimming with enthusiasm.

You followed him to a quieter corner of the deck, where he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, carefully wrapped gift. "I've been working on this for a while now," he explained, handing you the present with a sheepish grin. "I hope you like it."

You unwrapped the gift to reveal a beautifully carved pendant made from a vibrant red stone, hanging delicately from a black leather cord. The stone shimmered in the light, reflecting a fiery hue. "It's a red jasper," Ace explained. "I remembered you mentioning once that you liked them, so I thought it'd make a nice necklace."

"Ace, this is amazing," you exclaimed, your eyes filled with appreciation. "Thank you so much!"

He scratched the back of his head, blushing slightly. "Yeah, no problem. I'm glad you like it," he responded, looking genuinely pleased at your reaction. "Happy birthday!"

With your new pendant in hand, Ace leaned in closer, and you felt his breath warm against your skin as he gently fastened the necklace around your neck. His fingers brushed lightly over your collarbone, sending shivers down your spine. His touch was careful and intimate, and you couldn't help but be very aware of the closeness between you.

As the pendant settled against your chest, Ace's fingers lingered for a moment, his thumb tracing a small circle on your skin. It was a simple yet intimate gesture.

"Thank you, Ace," you whispered, your voice filled with genuine gratitude.

His smile was soft and sincere. "Anytime. Happy birthday."

As the celebration continued, you couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with happiness. You had received thoughtful gifts, enjoyed a delicious feast, and were surrounded by your friends from the Whitebeard Pirates. Yet, you couldn't shake the feeling that you wanted to give something back to Ace.

You leaned in closer to him, your lips brushing against his ear as you whispered, "I know it's my birthday, but I wanted to give you something too."

His eyes met yours, curiosity and affection dancing within them. Before he could respond, you closed the remaining distance between you, pressing your lips to his in a gentle, lingering kiss.

The world around you seemed to fade away as you lost yourself in the sensation of his warm, soft lips against yours. The kiss was a sweet exchange of the love and gratitude you felt for him. It was a moment filled with tenderness and care, and you could feel Ace's heart beat in rhythm with your own.

The kiss deepened, growing more passionate, as you both allowed your feelings to take over. You cherished every second of it, savoring the taste of his lips, and the warmth of his embrace.

When you finally pulled away, the look in Ace's eyes was one of pure adoration, and he held you close, as if never wanting to let go. Your birthday had become a day of shared love, and you couldn't have asked for a more beautiful gift.

[kneelingshadowsalome]

would you ever be interested in writing a more masc reader? i kind of got it by know you write fem!reader exclusively, so i've been wondering if you'd write something along the lines a manly gal.

like the type that sees könig do his pushups, she must also immediately try to catch up to him? she sits manspread and wears manly clothes and makes everything a raunchy sex joke and has no shame and is kind of a muscle mommy and a total gremlin? something like that? and it disarms könig completely cuz he's used to damsels in distress, but this one can do everything herself but somehow wants him?? like an equal partner?

also can u pls tell each of your königs i love them with all i have? pls? 🥺 they're like my reason for living this past year i wanna give them a big sweet kiss and pet them

🤲 here, have an offering as gratitude. ignore the arms lol

Maaaan your offering 😭😭💖💞

And yes I have a habit of writing König with helpless maidens and sassy fairies don’t I 😂

So… König with masc!reader…. (Lol this turned out very rivals to lovers but I hope you enjoy!)

König can be a little off-putting. One would think that a man of his size wouldn’t get so threatened by a girl with some muscles on her... But you catch him mansplaining guns to you more than once, showing off his new rifle and then snapping his mouth shut when you fire a round of 5 bullseyes with a calm, stable breath and perfect posture.

“It’s nice,” you give it back to him, “but I’ve seen better.”

Knowing that you just threw his own words back at him – he’s always boasting on the field – König just blinks and grabs his rifle from you.

“...Where?”

“In my safe,” you shrug, trying to keep a neutral face.

And you’ve seen him during sparring, knowing already that he likes to one-up everyone. König is skilled and fierce, but he’s also competitive to the point of petty, which is why you’re amused when he suddenly turns gentle, even hesitant when paired with you.

At some point, it starts to get on your nerves though. It’s slightly insulting, even sexist, that he’s trying to treat you like a gentleman when you’re supposed to hit each other. So, you snap a good right hook through his guard and watch the man see some stars. Hoping that it would fix that attitude, you do it again, and again until he stops giving you the princess treatment.

But even after that, you see he’s holding back. The more you try to get him to attack properly, the more pissed off he gets, refusing to strike you even when you bring him down – a man twice your size – and gloat over him. His eyes are flaming because he just lost for the sake of some weird “I don’t hit women” policy, and it shouldn’t bother you. The man’s an asshole, what are you to do?

Still, it’s giving you a headache. Did you win the match only because he allowed it? You almost smack him in the head again. You already dealt with these kinds of idiots at the training program, and now you have to take shit from pros too? While you’re the pro? Jesus.

Determined to give him hell for the rest of the week, you make a lousy joke about the size of his gun when you go on a mission. It’s a bit unhanded, because this lame ass fool actually gets bothered by your quip, and you mentally beat yourself up for messing with your partner’s head before an important hostage rescue.

He barges through the door like a bull, and you purse your lips under your balaclava – on the other hand, is it even your fault if he gets killed because of some stupid Freudian joke?

This guy is simply too much fun…

So what happens is that you can’t keep your mouth shut. It’s horrid, what comes out of your lips when he’s trying to save lives. Things such as:

“Do you have your gun in hand?”

“I’ll keep an eye on your six while you take the women”

“Did you see their faces when König rammed himself in?”

The innuendos are obvious and rampant and so bad that König is surely blushing under that hood before you even board the plane. On top of everything, he rubs the barrel of his gun up and down in the plane because he’s so nervous. He does it absent-mindedly; the poor guy probably doesn’t understand the outrageous amount of Freudian jokes that could be cracked about that…

You try to pull yourself together after that because otherwise, people would start to suspect you’re having a crush on him. Army humour is army humour but you’re taking this shit a bit too far… Your jokes have never been this bad before, they certainly never induced such crazy behaviour from a guy.

...Because it turns out that you’ve awoken a demon.

At the gym, you see König watching you do pull ups – you’re the only girl there, yes, but you don’t wear some sculpting, seamless gym pants and a suggestive sports bra. You only have your old sweats and a tank top on, but the man's looking at you like he’s dreaming of either killing or fucking you. He's smashing the plates around like they've just personally insulted him, and glares at your way again, then lifts more than you’ve ever seen anyone lift before. He never talks to you: just stops and stares when you’re doing a set, then does his own, then glares.

You don’t know if it’s some kind of an awkward challenge or if he’s trying to flirt with you – menacingly – but you’re a mess after that gym session.

Next time during training, König personally offers to spar with you: he even pushes away the guy that had been assigned as your pair. And this time, he doesn’t hold back. He’s serious, and rough, and fucking frightening.

“That’s it, big boy,” you’re panting before half a minute has passed, “You finally found your groove?”

“No talking during sparring,” he grunts, and almost manages to land a blow – almost, because it ends with him on the floor. The takedown is something even KorTac’s best would be proud of, but he doesn’t allow you to gloat this time. Oh no: he rolls through it: actually, he rolls so that he lands on top of you, then smashes his whole weight on your chest to keep you down.

“Right where I want you,” he says, so brunt and brief that you’re not sure if you just imagined it.

“Is...that...so?”

You try to fight him in vain: he only presses you further into the mat and forces even your face to the side with his own.

“I thought you liked girls,” he pants into your ear, so low that the others can’t hear.

“That’s funny,” you whisper through clenched teeth, fingers curled around his shirt. “I thought you liked girls.”

You hear him draw air right beside your ear, and then – it’s unmistakable, the throbbing pulse against your thigh.

He’s getting hard.

The fucking moron is getting hard during a sparring session with you–

“There’s no need to crush your partner,” the trainer instructs, to everybody grinding on the mat in general, perhaps, but you have a feeling he’s directing the words König who’s currently choking you with his entire body.

“Is this what you want?”

He lets you breathe, only enough so you can turn and have another staring competition with him, this time with his mouth only a hair’s breadth away. Those eyes are hard as steel and as beautiful as snow, and that stare still wants to either fuck or murder you…

“Hm? You want to get crushed?”

“...Why do you think I joined the army?” You laugh breathlessly, eyes glimmering from mirth. He’s such a sight when he’s angry and confused.

Your cheeky answer only makes him more perplexed. Poor man – it’s so easy to tease him that you almost feel like a bully.

“That's right... Take your time getting up, there’s no need to rush,” you breathe, and watch the snow melt into a bewildered cerulean sea.

It sets sooner than you thought, his lids dropping as he settles to watch your lips, the heavy pulse on your neck.

“Oh I’m up already.”

[marshallpupfan]

I'm about to make yet another lengthy post... easily my longest yet. This time, it's not about the movies or any issues I have with PAW Patrol in its current state. No, it's instead about a problem I've been dealing with... except said problem is less a what and more of a who. I'm sure some of you already know about this, but for those of you that don't, let me tell you about a person who's been a thorn in my side for three years now.

Back in October of 2020, I encountered a user who seemed to be doing the whole Daily Marshall Pics as me. However, I soon discovered they weren't just doing the same thing... they were actually using the exact screenshot I posted, the exact same hashtag, and quite often, the exact same text. They did this for every daily I posted... or just any picture, really. As soon as I'd post something, they'd immediately take it and repost it onto their account. At the time, I didn't know what to do, or if I could do anything.

Cut to around December of the same year, and I decided to make a new winter-themed avatar and banner for my Twitter account. Less than a day later, that user seen I did that and... no joke... took both and applied them to his own account. Suddenly, with him posting the exact same content with the exact same avatar and banner, his account looked exactly like mine. Some people even admitted they thought he WAS me, and a few were starting to get seriously confused. At this point, I started referring to him as my copycat, since anything I'd do or post, he'd do or post it, too.

However, this time, I confronted the user and asked him why he took my new avatar and banner. He claimed he liked them so much, he had to use them. I asked him not to, telling him that I put a lot of work into making something unique for myself, and of course, he got mad... and then, in the same reply, asked me to make something for him. Just to be nice, I made him a banner... to which he offered no gratitude.

He wouldn't change the avatar, so I created myself a new one. Not even a day later, the exact moment he seen it, he took that avatar and applied it to his account, too. Yet again, I confronted him, demanding to know why he'd do that, as well as why he didn't even thank me for making that banner I made for him. He responded by claiming that I "made him cry"... and then quickly asked me to make him an avatar, too. I ignored his request.

Near the middle of December, a pal here on Tumblr messaged me about a concern he had. He made a text post about his plans to start his own daily pics, and that user on Twitter, now on Tumblr, copied and pasted his exact post onto his own account. If he copied all of my posts, he was surely going to do the same to my pal, too. We knew we had to put a stop to this, so we came up with a solution...

On December 18, 2020, I posted my first Daily, with text indicating it was mine. We were both curious to see how that copycat would react once he seen it.

He... didn't take it well.

This was actually his fifth message; he left four other ones, mere minutes apart from each other. When I didn't reply back after ten minutes (yes, ten minutes), he said this to me. Once I seen this, I blocked him, as anyone honestly would. He quickly followed me with some alternate account of his, but I found out it was him and blocked it, too. Afterwards, I figured this was going to be end of it; just another rude, childish person on Twitter, blocked and out of my life...

...right?

Nope. Ever since that day, he's been absolutely furious with me. Even to this day, he's refuses to let it go, and his copycat tendencies and attitude has only grown worse. Ah, but let's not get ahead of ourselves... no, there's more to the story. A lot more...

To say the least, when he left that message above and found out I blocked him, he started bad-mouthing me to many other people. Just about everyone took my side, and much to my surprise, Twitter banned him. At first, that seemed like the end of it again... but nope, he simply created another account not even a half-hour later... and he went back to using my avatar and banner again, because of course.

Less than a month later, another account started following me, this time themed around Chase. Suspiciously, I was one of the first it followed... and one of the first replies they left on my tweets?

"Can you remove your watermarks?"

Gee, I wonder who this might be? I ignored the message, and their third reply was... well, I'm sure you can guess it wasn't friendly.

I blocked this account, too. Again, I hoped this would be the end of it, but of course, it wasn't. You see, the one thing I learned about this user is that he's incredibly lazy. He doesn't want to do things in Photoshop or go hunting for pictures, so he just wants to take everything from me... and the official PAW Patrol account (he constantly reposts their content, too). When I stopped him from doing that, he became hostile. When I refused to remove my watermark, it just made things worse.

I don't have a picture of this, but a few days later, he created yet another account. This time, he pretended to be the "second official PAW Patrol account", using the actual PAW Patrol account's avatar and banner at the time (themed after Moto Pups, if I recall correctly). Naturally, I'm the first one he went to, and he left a reply on my latest daily about how I'm going to get into "trouble" if I don't stop being mean. I tore into him for this, telling him that no one will take his side, Twitter will just ban his account again, and to leave me alone.

He deleted the account less than a day later.

Things remained quiet for some time... or so I thought. From what others told me, he kept trying to get everyone to turn on me, usually by sending private messages to many users in the hopes of getting them to see me as some sort of bully. His plan failed, as nothing ever came out of it. Maybe it has to do with the fact I like trying to be positive and encouraging, and many of my followers have seen that over the years... whereas he's screamed at people for simply putting stickers on their Nintendo Switch. No, seriously... he has.

He kept trying, of course... often asking other users to tell me how "sorry" he was, despite the fact he kept leaving me nasty remarks the very same day. In fact, at one point, the Nick Jr. Twitter account made a post about asking their followers to post pics of their pets, I did so, Nick Jr. replied to me, and he found out and replied to them by saying "DON'T TALK TO HIM HE'S A BULLY HE'S MEAN TO ME!!!!" Needless to say, they ignored him, too.

This continued for a while, and over the following months, new accounts would pop up every now and then, usually based on certain PAW Patrol characters. They were all ran by him, and of course, I was always the first person he came to... and he'd always ask me to create a new avatar and banner for that account, and then he'd get mad when I either said no or ignored him. After so many accounts, I got tired of constantly blocking him, so when he popped up with yet another Marshall-themed account, I decided to just mute it and let him do or say whatever he wanted.

...He didn't take kindly to that, either. A few months later, he exploded into a fit of rage, claiming that I was being a bully by ignoring him. Let me repeat that; by ignoring him, I was being a bully. Oh, for Pete's sake...

A few folks took his side, but once I explained to them what was going on, most of them understood and apologized (trust me, I harbor no ill will against these folks). Once I made another tweet about the situation, I blocked that user yet again, noticing that he was continuing to badmouth me. I think he ended up deleting his account, telling everyone that's what I apparently wanted (I never once said any such thing, but whatever). I crossed my fingers and prayed that this would finally be the end of it all... but of course, it wasn't.

After a while, he came back with yet another account, only this time, he got a little less lazy. He finally decided to learn how to use a photo editing program... and how did he use his new-found skills? Why, to copy me again, of course!

Indeed, his dailies started to look exactly like mine. And yes, once he discovered the name of the font style I was using, he started using that, too. And it's not just a coincidence that he used the same pic...

As I soon realized, if he knew the exact episode I got my daily from, he'd use the same one. He did this at any opportunity he could, even when I posted a daily based on the first theatrical film.

At this point, some of you probably asking... why? Why's he doing this? Why go to such lengths to copy me? The answer is... I really don't know. He just really wants to be me, I guess.

Anyway, around the beginning of 2022, I created a new template for my Daily Marshall Pics. I'm still using that template now. Of course, when he found out, he got upset and started screaming at me again to make one for him (using another newly-created alternate account to get around me blocking him... which I promptly blocked).

What followed over the next year was the situation getting worse and worse. If I did anything of note, he'd create new accounts to voice his displeasure. If he got banned, he'd create a new account and head straight for me. There was a point where I blocked him, he created a new account, I blocked him, he created a new account... and we did this for eight accounts within a single day. I'm dead serious. Of course, his copycat tendencies just got worse, as his new-found skills in editing started leading him to do stuff like this...

Yup, he started covering my watermark with his own to make it seem like he was the one who made the picture. Oh, and it didn't just stop at pictures... nope, he did it with videos, too.

Actually, Twitter banned him for this one... and yes, he created a new account immediately afterwards again, and continued doing and posting the exact same things like it never happened. And I'm the first person he tried following, of course. But hey, at least his dailies don't look like mine anymore, right?

Sigh...

And no, it didn't even stop there. He tried to copy my banner, too.

Yes, his avatar shares similarities with mine, too. Funnily enough, a few users came to my defense and tried to get him to change his Daily template to something different so it would no longer look like mine. Surprisingly, he did change it, and I even gave my approval. I was cool with his new template...

...but I guess it didn't get him the attention he wanted, because he went right back to using something that looks exactly like mine again. He's still using it now, much to my annoyance.

The sad thing is, even if I change my template to something else, he'll just inevitably copy it. If I change my avatar and/or banner, he'll copy them, too. If I do anything, he'll copy it. If my followers come to my defense, report him, and he gets banned... he'll just create another account and continue doing the exact same thing anyway.

Oh, and he once made the claim that he's only doing this because he "doesn't know how to". Yes, he said that. He apparently doesn't know how, yet he sure knows how to cover my watermark with his own... and create a template that looks like mine. Yup, he's a dirty liar, too.

(Back in 2020, I did try to answer a few of his questions, including what editor I use. Once I told him it costs money, he went silent.)

As a reminder, this has been going on for three years.

I've tried ignoring the user, and it does no good. I've confronted him, and it does no good. I've asked him to stop, and it does no good. I've defended myself, and he acts like he's the victim. I ask him to let his anger go and stop, and he tells me I'm the one who needs to let it go and stop. Others have defended me, and he just whines and claims I'm a bully. And all of this is because I blocked him for leaving a rude reply when he lost his patience after ten minutes.

(By the way, someone confronted him about the whole ten minutes thing. He said it didn't matter, that I should've responded right away. I guess I'm supposed to stop everything I'm doing to reply to him...?)

To tell you all the truth, I've tried to be patient. I've tried to be nice... but after three years, I'm sick of it. This person is psychotic. Even when I block him, he keeps a tight eye on everything I do. He's become so obsessed with me, to the point that he's basically a stalker now. He wants to be me, yet he doesn't possess my skills, and that jealousy has turned to sheer bitterness. And whenever someone takes my side, he becomes aggressive, often creating even more alternate accounts to show he's not happy.

And yet, he thinks he's the victim. He's said before he wants me to stop talking about him, yet he continues taking or copying things from me. And again, when I ask him to stop, he refuses. At this point, I suppose he's only doing this now because he feels justified in doing so. I guess he thinks I need to pay for... what, not replying back after ten minutes? For wanting to be credited for my work when I make unique content and post them on my account? For trying to stop him from lazily reposting the things I post for his own gain?

When I started these MarshallPupFan accounts, I thought I was going to post some pics of a cute, cartoon puppy, make people laugh and smile with some videos, and have a fun time. I never expected I'd run into someone so... crazy. Honestly, I don't even care that he's posting daily pics of Marshall. I've seen others do the same, and I've even liked, replied and followed some of them. I enjoy inspiring others to be creative and share their love for their favorite characters... but why use my exact template? Why try to look exactly like me? Why not try to develop an identity for himself, so his account offers something unique? Instead, he constantly wants to bounce off of me, pretend to be me... and when I or anyone else intervenes, he becomes aggressive.

It's pathetic... and it'll probably go on for another year.

I recently created a new avatar for myself. I put a lot of work into making it something truly unique...but I don't know if I want to put it out there, since the moment I do, he'll inevitably copy it. I also updated the visuals for my Episode Updates pics... and as soon as I reveal it, it's only a matter of time before he copies it, too. And of course, if I or anyone else confronts him, he'll whine and get mad... and continue doing what he's always done anyway.

Truth be told, there are so many other examples of his terrible behavior I could post here... such as when he began hounding me on Youtube and screaming at me whenever he seen a comment I left on other PAW Patrol-themed accounts (to the point the owner of the channel had to intervene and tell him to stop... to which he replied "stop what?"). I have so many more stories to tell, but this post is turning out long enough, and I think I've stressed the point quite well.

It sucks that people like him have to exist, and it's so sad that he refuses to let go of a three year grudge, now going onto four. All I know is that it's getting to the point where I'm tired of it. I'm tired of seeing him use my Daily template, tired of him acting like an absolute crybaby when I defend myself, tired of... well, the whole thing. At this point, maybe I need to start fighting back more, because ignoring him sure isn't getting the job done.

If he's going to insist on using my template, then maybe I shouldn't take it so lightly anymore... 🤔

---

Oh, one last thing. You want to see something funny? He has no problem taking stuff from me, but when someone does that to him... that's just wrong! Maybe someone needs to give him a dose of his own medicine more often... perhaps then he'd show more respect to others.

[taatianaad]

Burn

It was a quiet afternoon in Republic City, and Lin Beifong was enjoying a rare day off in her apartment. Her girlfriend, Y/N, had decided to spend the day with her, away from the worries and responsibilities of work. They decided that cooking together would be a fun and relaxing way to spend their time.

"What do you think about making something simple but delicious?" Y/N suggested while checking the ingredients they had bought.

"Sounds like a great idea," Lin replied with a smile. "I've been craving something homemade."

They got to work in the kitchen, enjoying each other's company and the process of cooking together. Y/N was in charge of chopping the vegetables while Lin prepared the meat. The conversation flowed easily, full of laughter and small gestures of affection.

"Be careful with the pan, it's very hot," Lin warned when Y/N approached to add the vegetables.

"I've got it under control," Y/N replied with a confident smile. However, as she moved the vegetables towards the pan, a small slip caused her hand to brush against the hot edge.

"Ouch!" Y/N exclaimed, dropping the vegetables and quickly bringing her hand to her mouth to soothe the pain.

Lin immediately stopped what she was doing and approached Y/N with concern. "Are you okay? Let me see."

Y/N extended her hand, showing the small burn that was starting to turn red. Lin gently took it and brought it to the sink, turning on the cold water. "Keep your hand under the water for a moment," she said in a calm but firm voice.

While the cold water ran over the burn, Lin searched the kitchen's first aid kit. She pulled out some burn cream and a bandage. "This will help with the pain," she said as she carefully applied the cream to Y/N's hand.

Y/N watched Lin with gratitude and admiration. The way Lin took care of her, with such tenderness and attention, made her feel even more loved. "Thank you, Lin. You're amazing."

Lin smiled and finished bandaging Y/N's hand, making sure it was well protected. "You don't need to thank me. I just want to make sure you're okay," she said as she gently caressed Y/N's cheek.

With her hand bandaged, Y/N felt a bit better, though still a little embarrassed about the accident. "I'm sorry for ruining our cooking."

Lin shook her head and gave Y/N a gentle kiss on the forehead. "You haven't ruined anything. The most important thing is that you're okay. Besides, we can always order something to eat if necessary."

Y/N laughed softly, feeling relieved by Lin's understanding attitude. "That sounds like a good plan. Although, if you don't mind, I'd like to keep helping. I'll just be more careful this time."

"Of course, we can do it together," Lin replied, taking Y/N's uninjured hand and leading her back to the kitchen.

With Lin helping every step of the way, they made sure to avoid any more accidents. They worked together in perfect harmony, and the incident with the burn quickly became a thing of the past. When the meal was finally ready, they both sat down at the table, enjoying the delicious dish they had prepared.

"This is incredible," Y/N said after taking a bite. "Definitely worth it."

Lin smiled and nodded. "Yes, we did a great job."

After dinner, they cuddled together on the couch, enjoying the peace and love they shared. Y/N rested her head on Lin's shoulder, feeling completely at ease. "Thank you for taking care of me, Lin. You always make me feel so special."

Lin kissed the top of Y/N's head and hugged her tightly. "Because you are special to me, Y/N. You always will be."

And so, with the night wrapping them in its blanket of tranquility, Lin and Y/N enjoyed a moment of peace and love, knowing that despite the small setbacks, their relationship only grew stronger each day.

[jmdbjk]

Good morning! Pt. 2

I forgot to mention that it started to pour down rain (hence Rainy Day Fight) whenever JK was out there lost in the streets and I’m sure that added to his stress because he didn’t know how to get back to the dorm. Thundering, lightning, who knows... wind maybe... some outside force got upset at JK in that moment. The Universe seemed to step in and pour a bucket of water on a young JK's head to get his attention... it worked.

Continuing...

So he's scrolling through a million cooking videos and then all of a sudden "Lee Mujin Service April Fools Day Special" comes up?

I can't be the only one who is giving that the big ol' side eye... amongst all the food/cooking videos THAT one shows up? Riiiight...

He says he hasn't seen it... riiiiight.... whatever you say Kookie.

Curiously... the translation subtitle says he said "Jimin!" but that's not what he said. I don't know what he said but it wasn't Jimin.

He fast forwards a little and then this:

Hahahahaha! Yep, I bet you've heard enough about Face album to last you a while. That project tied up your Jiminie for most of the past year and had you sitting in your living room-cave drinking beer and eating gobs of fried chicken in front of Netflix all winter long singing to your giant tv and keeping the neighbors awake.

But that doesn't stop Kook from obviously loving Like Crazy...

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He couldn't think of Bosa Nova for the genre.

The mimicking was 💀 ... I died. I can see Jimin practicing some mock interviews with him. That seems very much like something Jimin would do. JK loves his Jimin. That's all there is to it.

Then he sang along with Lee Mujin on "Butterfly" and "Traffic Light" where he unleashed some killer ad libs. He proceeded to play air drums.

When he was done with that he scrolled some more and commented there are only cooking shows... I swear ... how did the Lee Mujin show just appear amongst all the cooking shows Kookie?? hmmmmm????

He has watched it before, that's how, it was in his history.

I have to tell you... I will admit, my mind lives in the gutter... please get that stick out from between your legs and ESPECIALLY STOP rubbing the knob at the end of it!!!

You can't tell me he doesn't know what we say on here about him. He lurks in the rabbit hole...I just know it.

Finds this specific thing and then proceeds to sing along with himself... if the neighbors managed to keep sleeping through the drumming on the furniture jam session, they surely woke up when he started to belt out Airplane Pt. 2.

But he couldn't remember the lyrics to Save Me...

When the Best of Me verse came up where he and Jimin do the switchy-switchy back and forth choreo he couldn't help himself... he had to couch dance... and it turned out to be a loop hahahahaha!

Then he belted out Wasurenai by Tanaka. The neighbors probably have given up on sleeping in by now. It's a workday anyway. Get your ass out of bed.

[the toes...] I'm not a foot person but I would give him a foot rub.

That's because you are interrupting your body's involuntary intake and exhalation of oxygen. It is theorized that the brain triggers yawns to keep you alert. I know everyone needed to know that. Don't look at my brain, its scary in there. Moving on...

And then he swapped hats and launched into a 5 minute impression of G-Dragon... I don't know anything about G-Dragon except he was in BigBang with Taeyang. I did see him arriving at Incheon one time and he was wearing the shortest shorts I've ever seen a man wear in public these days. They were like booty shorts... He did not make eye contact with anyone, as if he wished he was somewhere else. Came across as a typical western rapper... full of attitude and not gratitude. That's my impression of who G-Dragon is. Anyway. This:

Paint me clueless because I have no idea what just happened.

Ok, let me take a step away for a second and speak about something: Jungkook just parodied G-Dragon. He was mimicking Jimin earlier... ALL IN FUN. The theory is, when you mimic others, you subconsciously create a bond with those individuals. If you dislike someone, your subconscious will dampen any desire to do that. Psychology is fascinating isn't it?

I've seen some trying to weaponize these instances during this live. Jungkook mimics and copies because these are people he enjoys, not people he hates. There is not a malicious bone in JK's body. Just a lot of bones and cartilages that sound like bubble wrap being stepped on when he cracks them. Again moving on...

He stopped on Kurzgesagt, a Youtube channel that creates animated videos on a variety of topics that are informational and enlightening. Kookie loves the aesthetics of the channel.

He spends the next 10 minutes searching for something to watch while his brain tries to wind down and tell him its time to sleep. He subconsciously starts humming Like Crazy again and then finds a Jay Park song. I am thinking a collab is coming even though most of us could do without Jay Park. Obviously, Jungkook has a thing for him so I will remain open minded about any song should one be released. JK's vocals will elevate it to the stratosphere regardless.

I remember the pushback when we learned about Jimin's collab with Taeyang. And it turned out to be a great song and speaking for myself, I found Taeyang to be a decent and likable human. Why I ever doubted the kind of person Jimin would admire, I have no idea.

Displaying his prowess of composing songs on the spot:

The entire live was classic Jungkook. He will talk about almost anything and share a wide-ranging amount of TMI. Even now, he shows us how open he is about so much. He covered so many random things but mostly talked about his three favorite things: working out/body care, cooking and Jimin.

And Jimin and Jungkook...they are still the same as they've always been, always and forever since the rainy day fight up until now.

He finally decided to "rest a bit" before heading out and bid us farewell.

Apobangpo Kookie! I hope we get to see you soon again!

More thoughts as I sit here thinking about Jungkook and Jimin through the years... it shouldn't be taken lightly how much influence Jimin has had on Jungkook. And to think of their dynamic over the years, watching the way they look at each other and speak to each other has evolved. It is rare to be able to observe such a thing happen between two people in real life. The way they both light up when they see the other's presence... lately we've seen it during these lives... they both beam with joy at each other... it's an amazing thing.

(FYI: My gifs and video prevented this post from showing up on the tumblr feed so there are screenshots for now.)

[estadormida]

gratitude is a perfect cure for my negative attitudes about tasks, and it's so simple— washing clothes means i've got clothes and i wore them places, folding clothes means i’ve got clean clothes, washing dishes means my tummy is full of love, taking care of my body… i’ve got a body, working at my job.. what a job!!! etc, so forth, and so on forever

[crookeddefendorbanana]

A Devil's Tender Care

Toothache Relief with Dante

The pained groans that escaped your lips were enough to make Dante drop everything he was doing. The legendary demon hunter known for his carefree attitude and devil-may-care demeanor couldn't ignore your suffering. He rushed to your side, concern evident in his eyes as he saw you clutching your cheek, tears welling up.

"Hey, sweetheart, what's going on?" Dante's voice was laced with worry as he crouched down beside you, his piercing blue eyes fixed on your face.

You winced, the throbbing pain in your tooth becoming unbearable. "Dante, it's... it's my tooth. It's killing me," you managed to explain between gritted teeth, your voice strained.

Without hesitation, Dante gently placed his hand on your shoulder. "Don't worry, babe. I'll take care of you." He stood up and extended his hand to help you up from the couch.

Leaning on Dante for support, you both made your way to the Devil May Cry office's bathroom, which doubled as a makeshift infirmary when the need arose. Dante swiftly fetched a chair and motioned for you to sit down.

"Alright, open wide," Dante instructed, pulling on a pair of disposable gloves and brandishing a flashlight.

You reluctantly obeyed, parting your lips to reveal the source of your agony. Dante carefully examined your mouth, his eyes narrowing in concentration. He murmured softly, assessing the damage.

"Hmm, looks like a nasty toothache, sweetheart. Don't worry, though. I've got just the thing." Dante reached into the drawer and retrieved a small bottle of whiskey, along with a cotton swab.

You raised an eyebrow, uncertain about the efficacy of his unconventional approach. "Whiskey? Are you sure about this, Dante?"

He smirked mischievously, a glint of amusement in his eyes. "Trust me, babe. This'll numb the pain and put a little fire in your belly. It's the Devil May Cry way."

With a steady hand, Dante soaked the cotton swab in the whiskey, then gently dabbed it against your aching tooth. The fiery liquid hit the nerve, causing a brief jolt of discomfort before relief washed over you. The throbbing sensation subsided, replaced by a warm, soothing numbness.

As you sighed in relief, Dante chuckled softly. "See? Told ya it would work. Old family recipe."

You couldn't help but smile through the haze of relief, appreciating Dante's unique method of pain relief. "Thank you, Dante. I feel so much better now."

Dante leaned against the bathroom sink, his gaze fixed on you with genuine concern. "Don't mention it, sweetheart. It's what I do. Saving the day and making the pain go away."

Your heart swelled at his words. Despite his devilish reputation, Dante had always been there for you, ready to lend a helping hand or offer comfort when you needed it most.

Feeling a sudden surge of gratitude, you impulsively leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss against Dante's cheek. The demon hunter froze, caught off guard by the unexpected display of affection.

You pulled back, your face flushing with embarrassment. "I'm sorry, Dante. I just... I wanted to thank you."

Dante's surprise transformed into a warm smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "No need to apologize, sweetheart. It's my pleasure to take care of you."

He moved closer, his hand gently cupping your cheek. With a tenderness you hadn't seen before, he leaned in, capturing your lips in a soft, lingering kiss. The touch was both comforting and electrifying, sending a surge of warmth through your body.

When Dante finally pulled away, his voice was filled with sincerity. "Toothache or not, I'll always be here for you, y/n. No demon or pain can stand a chance when I'm around."

Your heart fluttered, your toothache momentarily forgotten as you were enveloped in the safety of Dante's embrace. It was in moments like these that you realized how lucky you were to have someone like him by your side—someone who would go to any lengths to take care of you, even if it meant using unconventional methods.

As you rested your head against Dante's chest, the pain subsiding and his heartbeat comforting you, you couldn't help but think that perhaps, amidst all the chaos, you had found your own little haven—a sanctuary within the arms of the devil himself.

[dream-meister-translations]

DREAM MEISTER & THE RECOLLECTED BLACK FAIRY

PASSIONATE OCEAN GUILD STORY #1

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URBANO : Alright, this meat's cooked! Here Emma, have some! 

EMMA : Thank you, Urbano. This meat is incredibly delicious!! 

ELMA : The old man from the town's butcher shop gave it to us for free. All I said was I'm gonna be having a barbecue and he was like, "take it." 

EMMA : You're a networking pro, Elma! 

SEARLE : Ooooh~! I want some of that meat too!

URBANO : Hey, get your paws off it! That meat was for Emma! It's what I call, "Urbano's Ultra Special Steak!" 

EMMA : How is it ultra special...?

SHEILA : It's ultra special because he made it for you, Emma. He said that he wanted to express his gratitude toward you. It is the season of love, is it not?

ELMA : Yup! This barbecue is also to express our gratitude to the people who joined Passionate Ocean! 

SHEILA : I'm good at making seafood dishes, but today I'll leave the steak to Urbano.

ELMA : We also made some Granita~! Eat as much as you want~!

EMMA : Hehe, alright. Thank you! 

SHEILA : I thought you were going to invite the locals to the barbecue, Elma? 

SEARLE : Barely anyone showed up.

EMMA : It was supposed to be an event to invite people to join Passionate Ocean...

ELMA : Yeah, I guess there wasn't a lot of interest. But, it's okay! This is fun too! So all's well that ends well! Let's make sure it's a lot of fun for the few people who did show up, kay~?

SHIELA : Haha, your carefree attitude is admirable. 

ELMA : I'm gonna go on a little patrol to make sure there are no disturbances! 

SEARLE : I'll go too~!!

EMMA : ........

SHEILA : You look like you're enjoying the peace.

EMMA : Hehe, you can tell?

EMMA : (I think the stock of alcohol is somewhere around here...)

GUY 1 : Hey! You're adorable~

EMMA : Huh...?

GUY 2 : I've been trying to talk to you this whole time, but those surfer guys are really protective of you, you know~?

EMMA : (Looks like he's pretty drunk.)

EMMA : I'm sorry. I'm working right now.

GUY 2 : Don't be so cold~ I just wanna have some fun~★ 

GUY 1 : What we have in mind is WAY more fun than work~

SHEILA : You two want to have some fun, you say? In that case, we'll entertain you until you die laughing.

GUY 1 & GUY 2 : Eeek!!

URBANO : Don't go troubling our precious Guild Keeper, got it?

SEARLE : It's not good to get drunk and bother others!

ELMA : We're not into your kind. But if you really wanna join Passionate Ocean, we'll give you guys some "special training" later, how about that?

URBANO : Haha! We won't let you out of the ocean! 

GUY 1 & GUY 2 : Helppp~!!

ELMA : Ah, they ran away. You okay, Emma?

SEARLE : We were all so worried~! After you went to check the alcohol stash, those guys followed you and we knew they were up to no good!

URBANO : Yeah, I had a bad feeling about it, so we all came back. It was the right call. Did they do anything weird to you?

EMMA : You guys showed up just in time, so I'm fine. Thank you so much.

SHIELA : Why did you take the initiative to check on the alcohol when you could have asked us?

ELMA : Emma, you gotta be careful, y'know? There are people out here who just wanna ruin your fun. I want today to be fun for you! You always work so hard for us, you deserve to relax.

SEARLE : I want to see Emma smiling~!!

SHEILA : After what just happened, try not to stray too far from us.

URBANO : If anything happens I'll protect you!! 

EMMA : (These guys are all so protective...It's kinda embarrassing, but it also feels really nice.)

EMMA : Thank you!

[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #254

J woke up early today to go on a plane trip with his friend An. He had already left by the time I had woken up.

I like that J can go out and do fun airplane things with other pilots. An is a great lady, and a skilled pilot. Still, I suppose, following the accident that J and I got into that one time, lately, every time J goes out on the plane, it's always a question for me as to whether or not he'll come back in one piece.

…Baseless anxieties, I know. J knows what he's doing. I try to keep these thoughts in check. But today it was a little harder than usual. I went to bed kinda late, and my body sorta woke up automatically like 6 hours later, feeling very uncomfortable because I definitely ate too much garlic bread yesterday. I love garlic, but it's still a chemical irritant when eaten in large amounts. Whoops.

When we're tired and uncomfortable, anxieties become harder to control. So I ended up spending most of the day playing Dead Cells to try to keep myself distracted until J came home. It's just as well; I had a quest. I had to defeat The Hand of the King while having precisely one Boss Cell active. I needed to do this because I needed to get the Recycling Tubes upgrade, so that when I begin a run, I have more kinds of equipment available to me. So that is what I did.

Sephiroth, I've been doing runs on 4 Boss Cells for a while now. And I remembered when I first started doing runs with one Boss Cell. I remember how much I struggled with it at first. But today, when I went back to only one Boss Cell... I was shocked at how stupid easy it seemed, compared to what I am currently accustomed to. Holy crap.

I finished that run in about 3 hours, and I made very short work of The Hand of the King. I even had a few spectators, and we had a little bit of animated discussion; it was pretty cool! I had one person come on, and they seemed amazed that, despite having unlocked very little in the way of equipment, I was still running on 4 Boss Cells. I tried to explain that I've been using all the regular cells I've been getting at the Legendary Forge instead of on unlocking equipment.

I also tried explaining that my skills are sharp because I use the Baseball Bat/Greed Shield combo almost exclusively; I don't have to try to adapt to different kinds of equipment because that is what I use. And what's more, since I rely so heavily on parrying, my play style requires lots of precision, anyway. And since up until this point I've been evenly distributing my stat points instead of specializing, I've also basically been playing with a handicap this whole time. So... I guess it stands to reason that I'm skilled by now? Because I've been basically making it harder for myself than necessary this whole time, hahaha!

...I wonder what your play style would look like, if you tried this game. If you find yourself in my neighborhood someday, will you hang out often enough to develop one so that we can find out?

The ability to play Dead Cells well is a developed skill, just like lots of other things. This mindset that I've cultivated, too, is a developed skill. I wasn't always the kind of person for whom gratitude, joy, hope, and compassion came naturally; the world I come from primed me for bitterness, anger, cynicism, and a very judgmental attitude, and for a long time, I embodied those traits as though they were the correct and honorable way to be; that's because that's what everyone else in my social circles was like at the time, and I had to try to mirror their thought processes in order to get their approval, because when I didn't have their approval, they would hurt me.

If I look back on who I used to be in the same way I look back on when I first started playing with 1 Boss Cell, I recognize how I struggled with allowing myself to feel things like joy, gratitude, compassion, and hope; in the past, these things were considered unrealistic and fanciful things that only weak and stupid people did, so whenever emotions like these cropped up in my mind, my first instinct was to feel ashamed and on-guard, as though someone was gonna hit me if they caught me feeling "sissy weakling stuff" like that. It's always a little weird when we re-incorporate things into our being that other people forced us to amputate from our psyches.

But... we can use our coping skills to practice radical acceptance of those feelings. We can sit and cope with the shame and with the feeling on-guard. We can try to figure out what those feelings are trying to tell us, and evaluate whether or not those things are still true of our current reality. We can do that until those shameful, guarded feelings give way to stuff that is closer to grief and anger; believe it or not, when you reintegrate parts of your psyche, moving from shame and being on-guard towards anger and grief is progress, because instead of feeling ashamed for being human, you start getting sad and pissed that some totally uninformed fucknugget tried taking your humanity away from you.

From there, we can counter the lies that were told to us with better beliefs that are derived from the truths present in our current circumstances. In some ways, battling those lies is not unlike placing a well-timed parry (boundary skills!) and then following up with a well-placed crack over zombies' heads with a baseball bat (deliberately choosing new beliefs!).

When it comes to my own healing journey, I'm maybe on 3 Boss Cells, haha. I still have a long way to go. But... I can look back at the things that I used to struggle with, and be proud of the fact that I don't struggle with them anymore. Sure, sometimes I do fall into old habits (just like sometimes I have bad runs in Dead Cells), but nowadays, those emotions that my upbringing tried to strip from me are things that come easy now, at least most of the time.

And that's because the capacity to notice, honor, and feel through our emotions is a skill we can practice, just like any other. Mindfulness about our internal experience is a skill we can practice like any other. Hope, gratitude, joy, and compassion are skills we can practice, just like any other. Deliberately choosing how we perceive the world around us and deliberately choosing how we will respond to adverse stimuli (as opposed to letting our trauma responses choose for us) are skills we can practice, just like any other.

We can dance through the tides of our own emotions gracefully until we learn how to make peaceful but still self-protective choices in response to them, just like we can dance through hordes of zombies until they stop trying to bite our faces off. It just takes a sec to figure out how. And you gotta be willing to get your ass handed to you over and over again, until you learn how not to get your ass handed to you. In a lot of ways, it's really all the same.

In any case, J did indeed come home safe and sound. And he even gathered up a bunch of pictures for you along the way; I am not the only one here who loves you and wishes well upon you! Here's proof:

...Welcome to my world. This is how it looks. Isn't it beautiful? You can chill over here with me in this place if you want to. But if you don't want to, then... you can fly, right? Pretty easily, despite having only one wing, no? So... maybe you can go to places in your world that are as pretty as this. I'll keep hoping that you'll find kinder, gentler skies to soar in. And if you can't find any, then I hope that I've made it clear to you that mine exist, and that you are welcome in them.

...I think that's all I've got for today. I'm gonna watch J play some Brave Fencer Musashi now.

I'll write again soon, so please stay safe out there, okay? If you can't stay safe for yourself, then... please consider staying safe for the people who love you. You'll always have at least one, right here, writing you all kinds of weird and fanciful letters.

'Til soon.

Your friend, Lumine

[meme-queen-pumpkin]

RP DIALOGUE STARTERS BUT THEY'RE LYRICS FROM SONGS I HAVE LISTENED TO RECENTLY (mostly songs from different movies)

Drop one in the ask box (and maybe if you can think of any context or ideas for what's happening add that to)

"You keep on telling me later but later never comes around"

"You're looking for something...something I can never be"

"You're all I need"

"They say happiness is a thing you can't see, a thing you can't touch. I disagree."

"They say happiness is the folly of fools. Pity poor me, one of those fools."

"I like life!"

"I'm not happy so why should they be?!"

"If my wish could come true somehow...then the beautiful day that I dream about would be here and now."

"Thank you very much! That's the nicest thing that anyone's ever done for me!"

"Our unanimous attitude is one of lasting gratitude for what our friend has done for us today!"

"I feel as if a losing war's been won for me."

"I feel as if another life's begin for me."

"Buy a share of laughter and a smile is all that you pay!"

"You're rich if you've got one dream!"

"I told a friendly star, the way that dreamers often do, just how wonderful you are. And how I'm so in love with you."

"They ain't got what we got!"

"You should have seen me window shoppin'. Window shopping with eyes popping!"

"Whatever will be, will be."

"The future's not ours to see.".

"We lived on the wrong side of the tracks"

"I was young and determined"

"Ain't there anyone here for love?"

"I hate people...."

"I'll be there for you..as the world falls down."

"Don't tell me truth hurts, because it hurts like hell"

"No one can blame you for...(add whatever you want here)"

"Everything I've done, I've done for you."

[cetra]

Friend!!! I’d love to hear about your Tav and who your main companions are/who you romanced! 🩶🩶🩶

OUGHGH thank u very much for the ask...... I'm still kinda embarrassed to talk about him but here he is. His name is Malachy, Mal for short. he's a half-elf Rogue (Arcane Trickster). I went with Dark Urge as his origin, so his story is still shrouded in mystery at this point in the game but he's quite submissive to the Urge.

I would classify him as MAYBE Neutral Evil based on his non-Urge actions in the game so far but this is subject to change, and the needle has moved closer to Lawful at a few points in the game, depending on the person involved and the stakes at hand.

honestly.... he's a pretty terrible person with a disgusting attitude and I would probably hate him if he were real. He will kill without hesitation anyone who wrongs him and anyone he thinks as deserving. if he spares someone or rescues a soul, it's usually because he thinks it will benefit him later

I can't say much else on him bc i've just barely started Act 2, but he's been one of the most enjoyable characters i've played as in my time of RPGs. i really love roleplaying characters who are terrible people and Mal has been one of nastiest yet. he's so awful and he honestly scares me sometimes! I also kinda think he should die but at the same time i care about him..... DELICIOUS THANK YOU!!!! 🧡

I'm gonna put everything else under a cut..... 😭😭 i'm so sorry......

The main companions atm are Gale, Lae'zel and Astarion. Lae'zel admires him and has almost max approval with him (I just finished Act 1). Gale likes him but they've argued a few times already in the game, yet he still maintains good approval with him somehow. better approval than Astarion actually, who approves of nearly all of Mal's heinous deeds in-game but gives a lot of disapproval when Mal is mean to him, which is almost always! So despite sharing a hankering for violence and a lust for blood i don't think Astarion likes him much, which makes him the smartest person in this party

romance is kinda weird. He hooked up with Minthara after the raid, but Minthara's romance in this game is notoriously broken and i think it's going to stay broken on this save file since the "fixes" have been inconsistent for most players. So i sadly decided that would be a one-time thing for him 😭 but towards the end of Act 1 after some story developments featuring Lae'zel i realized that those two were unimaginably compatible together and so I think they're endgame. The gratitude she shows towards him, how much she respects him, how similar they are in a lot of capacities..... just really touches my soul and it feels like love to me, or at least the closest thing to love I can imagine these two characters feeling. So they slept together, at the VERY end of Act 1, and i'm waiting to see what direction that goes in. But i have a really good feeling about it honesty.....

there's also the question of Gale. Gale clashes with Mal a LOT in the game and there was even a scene between them where he quite literally damned him? but then later on after that we got a scene where Gale was clearly interested in him so it turns out Gale also has a crush on him i guess?? Don't really know if it's a bug but i'm kinda happy it developed that way bc honestly it's such a juicy concept HJDFBHKJBGK 😭😭 Mal's a Heterosexual Man though so he doesnt return the feelings and now Gale is stuck with a big fat unrequited crush on Mal that i never anticipated or intended to happen. Gale is my absolute favorite character in the game though so I've never wanted an OC to kill themselves so bad until i had Mal cut off that insanely really romantic moment with Gale DFJHBDKHJG I HATE HIM SO MUCH MAN........ MOST EVIL THING HE'S DONE IN THE GAME SO FAR!! GALE SHOULD KILL HIM.

Admittedly i do really like the idea of Mal, Lae'zel and Gale being in a really weird and twisted situationship where they often can't stand being around one another as a result of their strong personalities and insane moral compasses but are also kinda obsessed with each other and have a lot of unsaid feelings between the three of them. AND MAYBE THEY ALL KISS OR SOMETHING this is all totally in my head and relies exclusively on just. My imagination going wild as i perceive them in the game. they're the worsties ever and uhhh I hate them?/ I actually love them that just seemed like a funny thing to say.......

I uh didn't mean for this to go on so long especially since i mentioned being kinda embarrassed about it but I guess i didn't realize how much I had been keeping this in..... i hadn't really shared anything about him yet before on here, so THANK U FOR GIVING ME THE OPPORTUNITY!!!! now I'm gonna go hide in shame bc of how much i said okay BYEEEEE 🧡

[rebeccalouisaferguson]

Rebecca Ferguson criticized after the TV4 interview: "Called her later and apologized"

"Was told by my team that I was going to meet an angry journalist, and went into defensive mode"

Rebecca Ferguson is back as Ilsa Faust in a new action-packed "Mission: impossible".

"I've had ten fantastic years with these people," says the Swedish world star to TT.

When TT speaks to Rebecca Ferguson, the American actors' strike has not yet been called, and Ferguson still has a full schedule at the moment. She is waiting for her husband outside Ikea, a first stop on a short holiday break in Sweden before duty calls again.

In addition to an executive producer role and lead role in the TV series "Silo", Rebecca Ferguson works to promote her latest blockbuster "Mission: impossible: dead reckoning part one", in which she plays Ilsa Faust alongside Tom Cruise for the third time. It's a darker, rawer "Mission: impossible" film compared to before, says Rebecca Ferguson.

— It's the same energy, explosiveness and awesome stunts. But it is darker and heavier. Before filming, director Christopher McQuarrie and Tom Cruise talked a lot about delving into the dark emotions of the characters. It's a balancing act, how deep to go in it when it's an exciting thriller at the same time.

For ten years, the "Mission: impossible" franchise has been part of Rebecca Ferguson's life, a journey that, at least for the moment, seems to be coming to an end. Ferguson feels great gratitude for the career she has gotten because of "Mission: impossible," she says.

— It's been great fun, and I've had ten fantastic years with these people. I have made three awesome and exhausting films.

"Not a choice I have made"

Ilsa Faust and Tom Cruise's character Ethan Hunt have grown close over the course of the films, and audiences have wondered if they would become a couple in the new film. Rebecca Ferguson says that she has received many questions about love and infatuation between Ilsa and Ethan after the film's premiere - a narrative about their relationship that she is not entirely on board with.

— I see a film where Ilsa has become very emotionally attached to Ethan, and it's not a choice I've made. In my eyes, she becomes a damsel in distress and weaker because of it. Their relationship was, to me, so much bigger than a sexual relationship. To me, their relationship was based on equality.

— We get the story told to us, and film the scenes in different ways. But we don't own stories. What I'm trying to say is that it's hard for us as actors to have control over the final product. As an actor, I have to trust the director and producer, and hope that their choices are the best for the production.

The storm of criticism

Rebecca Ferguson recently got into trouble in Sweden when she appeared in an interview with Efter fem in TV4 in April. Then she did not want to speak Swedish and questioned the journalist's language skills.

— I was told by my team that I would meet an angry journalist, and went into defensive mode. I got so stressed and cocky. But I'm not that person.

A storm of criticism followed, and Rebecca Ferguson was noticed, among other things, by the Instagram account "Dyngbaggegalan", which celebrates uncomfortable moments from Swedish television. Rebecca Ferguson says that she was saddened when she heard about the criticism after the interview, and that she did not recognize herself.

— That interview is evidence of a person who feels very vulnerable. I apparently reacted with attitude, which I have never done before. I called her later and apologized.

Want to be a producer

After a long career in Hollywood, Rebecca Ferguson can long for smaller productions with greater freedom, she says, and she would have liked to do something in Sweden again. Above all, she wants to feel that she has her own voice, which makes the role of producer all the more attractive.

— I enjoy being a producer, and am eager to do it more with a good team around me. I like the creative part of being a producer, and want to create characters, both in larger and smaller productions.

When Rebecca Ferguson now looks ahead, there is much from the action-packed years with "Mission: impossible" that she will carry with her.

— I look at it with joy and I have learned so much. I will bring a lot of that into my own productions.

Translated from swedish for @rebeccalouisaferguson

[hopeymchope]

does ruruka's fear of getting hurt and being abandoned humanize her or does it make her look worse? woudkl you say ouma's willingness to stop the killing game humanizes him or does it also make him look worse because of the sheer ruthlessness he displays in getting what he wants? what about saionji? because she's ironically buddies with mahiru, who is a bullying victim yet refuses to show the same courtesy to anyone else and she's still a rude, selfish asshole even after losing mahiru.

Until we understand that she's so full of fear and self-loathing, Ruruka can seem downright cartoonish in her evil behavior, so I do think it hels humanize her a bit. Not enough to make her sympathetic by any stretch, but it makes her more of a realistic human being. Even so, her selfish/dangerous attitude towards Seiko's allergies is really hard to forgive even if it's depressingly realistic.

Kokichi's "good intention" of stopping the kiling game would hold more weight if he made any effort to actually stop someone from killing when he easily could've. Instead, he both ignores multiple opportunities to stop and then actively helps a fourth murder to occur. So... yeah, it's hard to say that does much for him. You could probably argue that he was just lying again about his hatred of the killing game, because he's such an incredibly unreliable source of info that it's not like there's any reason we should ever trust anything he says (regardless of how emotional he may appear when saying it). But I really believe he hated the killing game and wanted to end, actually! I just think his logic was probably that Miu and Gonta's deaths were sacrifices that served his desire to appear to be the mastermind, which he deemed a necessary part of his plan to end the game. Which is still horrible and illustrates what I once wrote about how trying to stop or face down the Killing Game alone will always get you death and failure, but... there it is.

Hiyoko isn't much more of a reliable source of info than Kokichi is. She's prone to spilling crocodile tears to get what she wants and is content to manipulate people into doing chores/errands for her, so I've always been skeptical of her supposedly tragic backstory of being bullied/threatened. Besides: If someone was really bullied like that and then complains about it, you wouldn't expect them to do the same thing to other people, right? :P You'd think if that really happened to her, she'd have to take a very "that's just how people are, no big deal" attitude in order to justify her own continued behavior. That said: I do think Hiyoko's behavior improves a little after Mahiru dies... but only just a teensy bit. At least she manages to show that she's upset about losing Mahiru, which is more than we got from her in regards to any of the other lost or near-lost lives up to that point. It's not nearly enough to signal to me that she was on track to turn her whole-ass life around, however. Even so: She does expresses mild gratitude to Tsumiki for saving her ass in the DR3 finale. Only AFTER she bitches about it, of course, but...... I guess we could take this as a sign that she might be taking baby steps towards self-improvement?