#i've spent like 2 whole days saying how amazing this show is (because it is)

[cringengl]

As much as I am obsessed with the new Percy Jackson show, I do have to say that it would have definitely benefitted if it wasn't made in this insane modern era of 'make sure series have as few episodes as possible and just make the episodes a little longer to try and make up for it'. Maybe this strategy saves on production costs, or maybe because it's straight to streaming and not cable, they don't have to worry about filling smaller, but a higher quantity of, weekly slots, or whatever cable TV does.

I just miss having slower pacing and episodes where you could just have some breathing room to understand the world building, instead of this capitalist strategy of 'get to the action ASAP otherwise our viewers will get bored and the show will get cancelled'. Because I promise you, it won't. 99% of what of what people have been freaking out over about the show is the little details, such as the blue food (specifically blue candy), Clarisse's spear and Dionysus' diet cokes.

Idk, I just would have preferred having 15-20 episodes that were 20-30 minutes long instead of 8 30-50 minute episodes, as the show can feel a little rushed and streamlined at times, such as the Mrs Dodds fight, which did not have as much build up as it did in the books.

[yuyu1024]

Escape

Pairings: Yoongi × y/n

Genre/tags: Arranged marriage

Warning: 🔞🔞 smut/angst, mention of food/eating, cursing, sensual touching, making out, needy/clingy, Pet name, lies, kink, unprotected sex, Smoking, jealousy, insecurity, mention of weight&food/eating, oral (m/f receiving), mention of blood/violence

~~~~[lmk if i miss anything]

Words: 5.8k

Disclaimer:

- this story is just made up

- english is not my first language, please be nice 😊

Note: continuation of Prisoner.

I hope this is a good part 2. 🙏🏻 took me a while coz idk if i should or not. 😅 sorry guys.

(This may continue a bit more...? But please be patient 🙏🏻 as I do have work & usually I try to write before i sleep but lately i've beeen so tired and drained that I cant even function 😅)

***

Another day, another event to go to. You are wearing your best 'pretend' smile. The smile you have practiced for months, to be your default expression whenever you meet anyone in any formal event. It's not that your trying to be fake. You just want to represent your husband the best that you can. And being a shy person, this is what you can do to help yourself.

Although, you wish, that even just one time, Yoongi would show up to these events with you.

At the first month of your marriage, he did. He did that to introduce you to everybody. You could still remember how you two were holding hands and always together. Those were the days when you have spent so much time with him.

But... Now, it's just always you. Alone. Amongst everyone in the whole place, you are the only one who always arrives with no partner.

"Excuse me?"

You twirl around and find the prettiest girl you think you have ever seen in your life. She looks like a goddess.

"Ahm, yes?" Your voice sounded so weak. You haven't said a word in the last hour.

"You are the only one wearing a corsage with a hint of lilac flowers in it... I'm guessing... you are Yoongi's wife?" She asks

"Ah, yes. I am." You look down at the flower pinned on your chest

She's smiling at you. She looks sort of happy to see you. "Finally... I've met you."

You haven't said a word. You are not sure how to approach this. You have no idea who she is and why is she approaching you. Plus, You are sort of intimidated by her. She is a beautiful, a sophisticated woman. She have this energy from her that says she is different than anyone else. You could feel your difference with her. Though you are covered with all highend brands of clothing and accessories. You can still see it.

"Oh, sorry... if I'm invading your personal time..." she says, "I am a friend of Yoongi... well... an old friend... from University" she explains. "Sarang."

"Oh." You smile and bow. "Hello, nice to meet you. I'm Y/N... I'm sorry... I've not met any of his friends yet so...I didn't know..."

"It's fine. I understand."

She looks like she came from a regal family, the same level as Yoongi. Also, her beauty.... takes your breathe away. She remind you of how you reacted the first time you saw Yoongi. In awe.

"Thank you for coming here also..." she says as she walks you around the gallery. "I hope you find something to your liking here that... would be a part of your home or either a gift to anyone you love."

As you two talk more, you learned that she's the one that threw this charity event. She gathered all these arts from known artists, to auction. She says that 100% of the earnings from it will go to the children's hospital that she have been donating ever since.

You have just met her and you are already at amazed by her. Not by just her prominent looks but also the way she talks and speaks her mind is very inspiring and uplifting. Because of her words you find it easy buying two items in the collection. You know all of the money will go and be used for something good.

You chose the items, the two that caught your attention the moment you entered the gallery. Both are paintings of a beautiful flowerfield which reminds you of your past. The field where you would always go with your friends and have picnic during summer break.

Such beautiful memory that you wish you could've not taken for granted. You wish you could re-live those moments again. And the paintings, those paintings you chose might go well in your own study room.

"It's nice meeting you..." she says, cutting you from reminiscencing your past

"Thank you too for inviting us.. though... my husband couldn't come..."

She smiles, lips pressed together. "He hasn't changed at all. Not very social and just focused on just working..."

Hmm.. The way she talks, the way she describes your husband is very detailed. She seem to know him pretty well. 'They are friends' you say to yourself but then at the back of your mind, a thought, just a tiny thought about him and her, is peaking through.

'Is she an ex of his?'

'If not an ex... probably... someone who liked him?'

I know, this is no place nor time to think about these but you can't help it.

Look at her and then you look at yourself. You two are totally opposites. From status to looks. And probably from personaly to intelligence. She is more than you. She is perfect. You think that he and Yoongi might or will get along more than you and him.

"Ahm... I ahm..." you start to feel uncomfortable with all of your self pity thoughts. You need to get a hold of yourself. "Sorry... I'll... I'll just go to the bar and have some drink..." you say as you clutch on to your dress.

"Oh. Okay." Sarang says. "You want me to accompany you...?"

You shake your head, "No... thank you... don't mind me... please go ahead and tour the rest of the guest." You say pointing at the newly arrived guests.

You turn around immediately before she could response again.

This is weird. You're not sure why you suddenly have the urge to drink. Even though you don't drink. Also because, you can't. Literally, can't.

You only drink red wine when you are offered to drink, by Yoongi of course. It's only when he asks you to join him during nights when he needs company or if you two are to discuss things about the family.

You don't drink also because you are a lightweight. You get tipsy and red easily. One time when you had more than three glasses of red with your husband, you instantly changed personality. You have no idea how and what changed besides the stories that your maid said the day after which were embarassing.

You have no recollection of anything besides the fact that you were on the sofa, inside Yoongi's home office, butt naked and only have Yoongi's blazer on you.

"Mrs. Min, what can I get you?" The cute guy behind the bar asks as you reach your destination.

"How... do you know who I am?"

He smiles, "We had the lists of the guests coming tonight... with photos." He pours water into a glass

"With details...? who can and cannot drink... I suppose?"

He nods. "Your husband noted... to not serve any alcohol to you Miss."

"Even... I want to? Or... pay?"

"I'm sorry Miss..." he says, "If you like we can offer you our non-alcohol champagne?"

You sigh heavily. You badly want to drink. Even just one glass to calm yourself. But...you can't. Yoongi have rules and you cannot avoid and disobey them.

He does give you the freedom to do whatever you want but when it comes to what not to do or what he likes, he have a handful.

1. Don't cut your hair short

2. Don't drink when he's not present nor ordered by him

3. Don't leave the house without atleast one body guard

4. Don't wear perfume (he gets dizzy)

5. Use the safeword during sex

And etc.

The rules are quite simple. Nothing to weird nor to hard to follow. It's just you compromising. And also, you do have a hard time saying no to Him.

"Thanks." You mumble, sighing as you take the glass of water and walk away from the bar.

After figuring out you can't drink to calm yourself, you decide to just go somewhere outside, away from the crowd and peaceful to get fresh air. Lucky you, you found an exit that leads you to the garden.

As time have gone by, you're not sure how long have you been there, staring at the fountain, the flowers and even starring down at your feet every now and then. You thought being out here will leave your head empty. Not worrying about anything. But then you'd catch yourself pouting and comparing yourself to all the ladies you have seen in the event, especially the last person you have talked to.

Your self pity and low self-esteem is thriving today than usual. Is it the lack of sleep? Or because of the one guy from earlier giving you a judging look that made you regret wearing the dress you picked? What happened?

These thoughts are not very helpful. Especially lately, well probably more on daily basis, you do wonder why Yoongi chose you. To marry.

They've said, more particularly his parents said, that he didn't like the ones they suggested for him; so he decided to pick you. To marry you instead of those women who is on the same level as him or close to his family's wealth.

Odd isn't it? Why would someone like him, an elite bachelor, pick a girl from a lower class family to marry? What did he see in you? What made him randomly pick you? You are not special, inexperience about life and not alluring as the other girls in his world. What did he saw? How did he even saw you? You were sure you two never met before. So did he hire someone to find a daughter from a poor family or what?

Instead of clearing your mind, you suddenly had these outburst of questions.

"What are you doing here?"

Your eyes widens after hearing a familiar voice. You didn't dare to speak. You just slowly turn your upper body around to see him, walking slowly towards you.

He's wearing a tuxedo. His hair is slightly slicked back and his scar. His beautiful scar. It's him.

You can't believe what you are seeing. He's really here. Why? He's been away for a week because of work and when did he came back?

"Y-yoongi..." you mumble, standing up

"I asked you..." he says as he stands right in front of you. Then you see his eyes darts down at your glass of water, sitting beside you. "Your bodyguard said... you asked for a drink." He looks back at you, his expression is so serious.

"I ahm... sorry..." you lower your gaze.

"You know... you can't drink."

"I'm sorry..." you whisper softly

"Let her have fun." A woman's voice says. "She just wants to have a glass of wine. It won't hurt."

Slowly raising your eyes, you see her, Sarang, standing from afar from you and Yoongi.

Her stance at this moment is unidentical to her persona earlier. It feels like she is a completely different person, though her appearance is the same. Something shifted.

"She did an amazing job.. representing you earlier." She adds

Your eyes then goes to Yoongi. You want to see his reaction to the angelic woman speaking. You are curious. No one talks to him directly like that, blunt and straight forward, even you.

Sarang is brave to talk casually to him.

"Ready the car..." Yoongi finally speaks after a monent of silence. Ordering one of his men to move.

That was it?

"I'll return the items. Keep the money. I don't care." He says while he's looking at you, straight into your eyes. Though you know, even his eyes are on you, he's not actually speaking to you.

"Yoongi le---" she tries to speak again but he didn't allowed it.

Yoongi just slightly turned his head to give her a side eye. He is not pleased. "My wife and I are leaving..." and then takes your hand to hold onto. "Let's go home..." he says that only you can hear.

"Ahm...ahh... okay." You say, lost by the sudden fierceness from him

***

"Get in." He orders you

Carefully climbing in the car, you move to the other side making sure there is a space betweem you two.

"Home please." Yoongi says to his driver as he shuts the door.

"Sir." The man answers, nodding and then pushes a button that closes the opening between the driver to the passenger seat of the car.

We are now isolated.

He looks so tired. Looks like he just came back and went straight to event to pick you up.

"I have my driver with me... you could've rested at home." You say

He sighs and closes his eyes. "I'm fine."

Did he purposely pick you up because he wants to see you? Did he missed you while he was away for a week?

Your mind is filled with questions and curiosity but you cannot dream of these questions to be real. You have to remember, he just married you because he have no other choice. There is no love in between you two. You are married by paper only that is worth a lot of money. Everything you are doing for him is to repay all of his kindness to you and your family.

This is all just a fantasy. A beautiful fantasy.

"Come closer..." he softly says. His eyes are still shut but his arm is arching, gesturing for me to take place in then. "Y/n..." he opens his eyes, calling my name. You scoot over his side. He immediately puts his arm around you, making sure you are close. "You're shaking..." he utters as he goes back to closing his eyes, resting his head back. "You're almost naked with that dress of yours..."

"Sorry..." you say looking down at your knotted fingers. "I thought it will look good....that's why I wore it."

He sighs. "You do look good..." then he shifts in his position and makes sure you're looking back at him. Then he starts leans in, to kiss you.

"Wait..."

He pauses, confused by your reaction. You have never denied his kiss before.

"I'm sorry..."

"What for?" He asks

"Well..." you look to the front, where the driver is. "Do we just kiss or..." you whisper

Yoongi didn't expect your question which made him smile. "It depends." He is looking straight into your eyes, your face are just inches away.

"He might hear us..." you whisper

"I don't fucking care." He moves forward and finally catches your lips.

***

After travelling for almost half an hour, you finally reach home.

"Welcome home, Miss..." The maid greets the second you slide out of the car. she then sees Yoongi, coming out from the other side of the car. "Master!" She bows again. "Welcome..."

They are suprised to see him. They didn't expect him to arrive with you. Looks like none of them knew he went to pick you up.

"Do we have anything to eat?" You softly ask the maid, then you realized that it's already late and that they have to rest too. "Oh... Sorry... never mind... you may go and rest." You give her a faint smile.

Then slowly walking towards the elevator, you could see your husband's reflection through the glass doors. He is busy already with his phone.

"Y/n..."

You glance up, peaking through the reflection. He is walking towards you. So you wirl around and waited for him to stand in front of you.

"Ask your assistant to remove all charities or event under the Lee's tomorrow. Even parties." He says as he undo his bow tie. "And... to not accept any invitation from them...again"

"Why?"

He didn't answer. No answer means he's serious.

"Okay..." You just answer before turning your back at him again.

Thinking about what you are in his world is heart breaking in a way. You are nothing but someone he owns. You just go with the flow of his world.

Yes you do had an idea what you've signed up for but its still shocking nonetheless how everything is unfolding and is doing.

"Aren't you getting in?"

You look up and see that he is in the elevator already, waiting.

"S-sorry..." you say before entering. You try your best to not make eye contact with him.

After both of you settled in, the maid follows and taps on level 3. That is where both your rooms are.

Oddly, Yoongi taps on the Upper ground after her. "Can you please cook something light before you leave? My wife needs to eat." He orders

"Yes, Master." She answers just in time when the elevator stops on UG.

"We'll both be down after we shower and get rested a bit."

"Understood, Master." She exists the elevator, bows and immediately walks off.

'My wife'. It is the second time he said that today. He never says that.

"Don't skip meals." He mumbles as the door closes

You didn't answer. You didn't mean to skip a meal or two today. And maybe a few days before too. You were nervous. One main reason is the dress you're wearing right now is very revealing. A satin black backless maxi dress. You wanted be perfect in the dress thats why, even though you know it's not achievable.

*pings*

The elevator door opens on level 3. You step out and about to turn to your wing when you hear him call your name again.

"Where are you going?" He asks

"T-to my room..." you sound so weak, "To shower..."

"Shower here." He says, suggesting the shower in his wing. Meaning in his room. Meaning his bathroom.

"Hmm?" You are lost in translation. Why is he asking you to shower there all of a sudden.

"To my room." And then he undo the first two buttons of his shirt.

"W-what? Why?"

He didn't say another word. He just continued to walk off towards his room leaving you.

"W-wait..." You take two steps forward but then stops.

"Y/N...." you hear the heels of his shoes stop hitting the marbled floor. His back is facing you. "I said, shower here. I didn't ask you to decide." he then turns around and you see his white top basically open now. "Will you go and shower with me or do you want me to peel that dress off you and carry you to my room?"

Flusttered by his remark, you just released an unsolicited shaky breathing. "Ahm... yes... I'm... I'm coming..."

***

[Flashback to Yoongi's side]

(Earlier... as soon as Yoongi arrived at the charity event)

Some of the people in the event went silent for a few seconds the moment they saw you enter the building. They all didn't expect you to show up since your wife was already present. But of course, they still greeted you with a smile and tried to make small talks. They want to be on your good side. They know what you are capable off. What power you hold in this world.

However, you don't care about these fuckers. You dropped by because you received a call from your wife's bodyguard that Y/N is not looking okay.

"Where is she?" You ask the man standing behind you.

"She just left the bar, Sir. And went out to the garden." He reply.

"I see."

One step, you just took one step and somebody already stands in your way to your wife.

"Look who's here."

"Sarang." You say her name, bitterly. You are not expecting her to be here.

"You have been ignoring my invites for quite some time now... I thought, helping others is one of your goals in life that's why you work 24/7?"

"I thought this event was by the Lee's?" You hiss at your male assistant.

"It is, Sir. By--"

"Lee Do-Hyun..." she cuts off the assistant. "My husband..." she proudly says. "Aww.. That kind a... hurts my feelings...that... you have no idea I got married..."

"I don't keep tab on people who's not important to me."

She scoffs but she sounded a bit insulted and her ego got hurt. But she's good at pretending that it didn't bothered her. "You say that now...but a few years ago... I was your muse..." she tries to move closer to you but your body guards stands in between quickly.

"Was." You look away from her and try to search for your wife through the window not far away from where you stand. "My mistake for socializing to a liar, back stabbing... leech like you." You say, then giving her a side eye. "I wish your husband good fortune... or that he loves spoiling you... or esle... he'll found out his wife's true color..."

You're about to walk away, again, but this bitch still wants to talk to you.

"You think... she'll not get tired of you? Of you controlling her? Especially getting married with you... with no love at all?" She snorts a laugh again. "Or maybe... she will not..." she mumbles under her breathe, "Now... It figures... why you picked someone from a low class family... someone with no choice but to stay with you because her family needs your money. I see..." she laughs again, "poor girl... if I were her, I would milk you all of your money so it will be worth it... after all she married a controlling, dominant, and a freaky person like you."

You know Y/N is not like her. She is a nice person. She's not into money like this bitch is. However, you do think about how Y/N thinks about you and her marriage to you.

You admit that you are very controlling when it comes to her. It is one of your negative trait that you cannot put away. It comes natural with you because of the life you have been brought up and your business. You want things to happen in your way and you are also possessive. You do try to controll it when it comes to her but you are not sure if you are doing it right.

Well how could you know, you never talk about it. Even with your wife. You never asked about her feelings and opinions.

"Watch your mouth." You mumble. "You might think you know me from the years we've been together. But you haven't seen half of what I can and would do... if anyone picks a fight with me.." you glare at her. "Consider this a warning."

[End of flashback from Yoongi's side]

*************

"Miss..."

Slowly opening your eyes, your eyes carefully adjusted to the light. You could see the ray of sunshine peaking through your dark thick curtains.

"Miss..."

You turn your head to the side and see your maid bowing.

"It's noon Miss..."

"Oh."

It has been a quite a few days now, since you start waking up this late. You are usually up early. You are a morning person. You also do jogs or walks around the property and sometimes go to the home gym to move, always. But something shifted in your routines.

You are tired, less motivated and no will to get up your bed.

"I think we need to call the family doctor now, Miss." The maid suggested. "You've lost a bit of weight and you look pale."

"I'm fine." You say as you push your duvet off your body and slide down off your bed. "I'll take a quick bath..." you mumble

"Understood." She is ready to come along with you.

"No... I'm fine... I'll just go alone... just prepare food for me please."

"But... Miss..." she usually prepares your bath and always stays with you there. After the little accident you had a year ago when you first experience a hot bath on the tub. You fainted because you fell asleep. Too much enjoyment and you forgot it is not good to stay long in there.

"I'll be fine." You smile and requested for her to leave

"Okay Miss... but... I will be back after half an hour to check."

"Sure."

You slept last night, wearing your silk robe and your fancy cream nightgown, his favorite. You were expecting Yoongi to come home last night as per usual schedule. But he didn't. He didn't even informed the staff that he'll not be home for a longer period.

What happened? You don't know.

The last time you talked to him was the night he asked you to come to his room and shower with him.

Everything that night was magical. For you atleast. But then you ruined it.

When you both entered his dark room, he immediately clung onto you. He held you like everything depends on it. It was more intemate and hungry than the usual and you liked it for some reason. After all the self doubt and insecurity you felt in the party, the intemacy made you feel more than what you feel.

And when he peeled off your dress from your body, you didn't expected him to go down on his knees and lick your soul out of your body. His tongue did more than you know he could do. It brought you to another level of high. And you didn't know you could screech like an animal because of it. He really made sure you are on cloud nine or even beyond that.

"Fuck me... please..." you begged him after you knees weakened and fall down the floor where he is.

"No." He said. He was sturn. "No request for tonight." He said and then he positioned you underneath him where he could properly see you crumble because of him.

"Y-yoongi... please.... I need... I want to come..." you begged

He brought you to cloud nine but then hold onto your pearls when you were about to orgasm.

"I'm punishing you right now..." he said as he lowers down and starts to run his tongue from your chest up. "Next time... don't wear any sort of revealing clothes...when I'm not around.. do you understand that Y/N?"

"Y-yes..."

"Another rule to add... are you okay with that?" He hummed the last words on your ears before he let both his hands squeeze your breast. "Answer me..."

"I don't... mind..." you were squearming underneath him. He was playing your nipples then. "I... I don't mind... Yoongi..." you repeated, pleading.

His punishment continued for another few minutes. It was too much. You were struggling catching your bliss but he's playing you. However, you are patient. You know his kinks and you know what he wants and so you do whatever and accept whatever. Coz you know it is from him.

"Scream my name." He grunted as he pounds you with no mercy.

You were holding on to his massive bookshelf on the wall, your legs were lifted and hanging over his forearm whilst he was thrusting deep in you. You were getting hurt from your back hitting the shelves but it didn't matter. You don't know why but for some reason you can endure everything just for Yoongi. Even pain.

"Nnggghhaaa..." you threw your arms around his neck as he went faster. "Please!" You cry on his neck. "Aaaahhh!!" You screamed the orgasm you have been keeping for a while. You felt relieved and content.

And as you two were catching your breath. You uttered words that surprised the both of you. You said 'I love you' to Yoongi.

It should not be a surprise. You two are married right. However since yours are different from others, those words were never said or mentioned ever after the wedding. It is like a forebidden phrase though there are no rule about it. It's like an unspoken deal that no one says those words since THIS.. YOU TWO... is just a fantasy. You two got together with no love. It is not real. You are just one of his property.

And so, after that night. That magical night for you ended up into this cold, quiet and empty prison. Again. You are back to nothing.

You thought you are on a journey escaping that confinement. You thought that something is going to change. You thought... that you were wrong about him. But who are you kidding? You were just having sex like you used to. It is nothing special. It is the same crap. So you saying you love him is... worthless.

"Did I even mean it?" You ask yourself as you lay down in your hot bath. "I said it... after sex.." you are trying to understand how those words slipped out of your lips. If it all just happened because of such high from the sex.

You can clearly remember how you said it. You paused, looked into his eyes and carefully said it. You know you said it with the intent for him to hear it but when you saw his reaction. It made you realize what a big mistake it was.

"Am I having feelings for him?" You mumble as you lower yourself more into the water. "I should not right?"

You know the answer to your own quesion. Look at him even ignoring you for almost two weeks now. Who are you even kidding thinking it will have an effect on him?

After the 'I love you' incident, He eat dinners without you or he let you eat first before he comes out of his home office. And then when he leaves, he does not inform you now. You just get the news of him flying off somewhere from your maid. Even his men are being cautious with you. He must've ordered them to be distant but at the same time protect you.

How funny that these are his responses to you. You know you deserve it but you're a little bit hurt, your not going to lie.

"Who am I for him to love?" You sigh. "Maybe... I should just prepare myself for the ending of this fantasy..."

*********

"Master." The maids bows as they suddenly sees Yoongi enter the main entrance while they are all cleaning.

Yoongi have not been home for a while. He has been... busy.

"Give them all my clothes." He says to his right hand man. "Sorry if it's quite a lot today." He then says to the maids as he removes his black coat revealing his white button up shirt, stained with blood. A lot of it. No one reacted to the visual that is shown. All the staff are used to it. They know how his world is.

"Where is she?" He asks as he loosen up his tie

All the maids in the corredor suddenly turn heads to the youngest one at the end of the line. She is Y/N personal maid.

"Master." She steps forwards and bows again. "Miss is in her bath."

Yoongi frowns. "Alone?"

"Ahm..." she suddenly stutters. "Sorry, Master! She... Miss wanted to... alone... but I told her after half an hour I will go back."

"How long has she been there?" He then throws his tie on the ground.

"Twenty."

"Okay." He takes a deep breathe and tries to collect himself. "Just go and be on standby in her room. She can't stay any longer."

"Okay, Master." She bows again and briskfully walk back to Y/N wing.

"Are you not going to... visit her Sir?" His male right hand asks. "She have been messaging you since..." he pauses for a bit. "And calling too."

He didn't answer. "Ready my bath please." He orders and just continue walking his way to his room.

"Understood." The man replies

"She can't see me like this." Yoongi mumbles as he walks

"I see..." his right hand man smiles at his master's response.

"Why are you smiling?" Yoongi asks, one eyebrow up.

"Nothing, Sir."

"Just spit it out."

The right man, Mr. Kim have been Yoongi's right hand man ever since he was in his teens. Mr. Kim saw him grew up and be the man that he is now. And for sure, if something changed he would be the first one to notice

And now, the tiny changes in Yoongi's mood and decisions, He might not know or see it but it is obvious for Mr. Kim. He knows it is something about his wife.

"2nd week of your marriage, Sir. She saw you coming home with a bloody lip and injured knuckles. You said you don't give a damn if she sees you looking like a murderer."

"So? What's your point?"

"It's just lately...."

Yoongi pauses and turns around to see Mr. Kim, wearing a smile.

"What are you implying? Just... say it."

Mr. Kim bows and says, "Nothing Sir."

"Hmmm..." rolling his eyes, he continued to walk.

*****

"Miss..." your personal maid rushes in your room, "Master have return." She says.

To her suprise, she sees you standing in the middle of the room, wearing your bathrobe and a towel in your hair already.

You take a deep breathe, not letting your eyes look away from the view you are seeing from your window, a clear blue sky.

"Miss.. shall I prepare your clothes?"

You close your eyes and then removed the towel wrapped around your long hair. "Please..." you softly answer

"What do you prefer to wear today, Miss?" She asks she she begins to walk towards your walk in closet.

"A black dress..." you say as you follow along. "Maybe the one with the longer sleeves."

She nods and then continues to search for the dresses you have that matches your description while you on the other hand looks at yourself in the full length mirror while you undress from your robe.

You stare at your body and see how you thin you are. Not super thin but thinner than what you used to.

It's your own fault. You have been skipping meals when you are stressed and it's not good.

"Miss?" She then lays three dresses on the sofa in the middle, for your choices.

"The middle one." You says.

You then open the drawer for your undies to grab a black lace matching underwear.

"Ahm, Miss...?"

"Yes?"

"Are you going to eat with Master, in the dinning today?"

"Hmm... what did he say?"

"Nothing. He just asked me to stay with you when I told him you are in your bath."

"Did he say if he wants to see me?"

The maid didn't answer.

"I guess not." You scoff as you getting into the dress. "Just bring my food in my study room. I'll eat there while I do some reading."

"Understood." She bows and exists the room.

"I'm not gonna wait for him anymore." You say to yourself while looking onto the mirror. "If he's going to avoid me or ignore me... then... that's what I'll do as well..."

Starring once again at yourself on the mirror, you look at your face and then your eyes goes down to your belly.

"I have to learn to go on with my life... with or without him..." you mumble. "I should start to escape this fantasy... a dream that maybe the 'us' will be something."

Part 3 - Twilight

[marnikula]

Can u do early seasons spencer x reader who has a lot of problems and they let people walk all over them and they dont set boundaries and they struggle with their emotions. Reader likes spencer a lot but doesn't seek him out bc they feel like he deserves better! And u can decide what happens but make it happy ending :)

Oh my word, I literally spent like 2 hours writing this because I wrote something and then my internet cut out when I posted and now it's lost, so I had to rewrite it. Hope you enjoy!

Cw: gn reader, people dumping work on reader, Spencer being cute

Enjoy!

You were a doormat. You knew it, your friends knew it, everyone knew it. You tried to set boundaries, to say no, but it never seemed to stick. Saying no made you feel guilty, it made you feel like a bad person even though you knew you weren't.

Being a doormat, people tended to walk all over you, requesting ridiculous things of you. That is how it came to be that you were sitting alone in the bullpen, the clock ticking away, showing you that it was around midnight and you still had a whole stack of papers to go through. You felt yourself about to fall asleep, and truly, you were too tired to fight it off when a ding signaled the arrival of someone.

Without even turning to look who it was you knew it was Spencer Reid. You recognized his footsteps, and even if you didn't, the smell he brought with him would have alerted you. It was the smell of coffee mixed sweet undertones, almost as if he had spent his whole day in a café. It was intoxicating. "What are you still doing here?" "Working, I have a lot of stuff to finish before tomorrow" "you mean today" looking back at the clock you could see he was right, it was now officially the next day.

"Do you need some help?" without even waiting for you to decline Spencer took half of the pile you were working on. He moved fast, knowing you well enough to know that you hated asking for help, especially from him, he just could never figure out why.

"Spencer, you really don't need to, I've got this" reaching your hands to take the files back only to be swatted away by the doctor was something you did not expect. "I'm not saying you don't have it, I'm just going to help you so you can go home earlier"

Sighing you admitted defeat and went to go make coffee for the two of you. With Spencer's help you managed to make it through the massive stack of papers on your desk in less that an hour, something you would never have been able to do on your own.

"You, doctor Spencer Reid, are amazing, what can I do to thank you?" it was a slight tease on your part. You didn't expect him to ask you anything return, it wasn't like him, he was too nice . That was one of the things you loved about him, and one of the reasons you willed the crush growing in your heart to shrivel up and die. He deserved so much better than you. Someone with a mind as amazing as his own, someone with kindness rivaling his and someone who knew how to say no. You were none of those. At least not in your own eyes.

"You could go on a date with me" Spencer surprised himself with those words, he really hadn't meant to say them out loud, but he really liked you, and in a moment of confidence inspired by sleep deprevation, he decided to take a chance.

"Really? You mean it?" the both of you were blushing hard at this point, him thinking about how he could have possibly screwed this up and you thinking about how this could possibly get any better.

"I-I mean, only if you want to, you really don't have to feel pressured, I know I said I would take it as paiment, but honestly spending time with you was enough of a payme-" grabbing his face in your hands you turned him to look at you, shutting off his ramblings with the movement and shutting off his brain with your words

"I would love to"

[nochangeintheplan]

hiii! just want to say how happy I was to find your page. it seems like everywhere on the internet (except tumblr- but even then I've seen some hate) DESPISES yakuza 3.. like they won't even acknowledge the good the game has. is it the best? no! but they would sooner brush off the plot the game set up and the amazing characters to say it's ass and looks bad, just say ur going through a quality drop from yakuza kiwami 2. yakuza 3 brought us MORNING GLORY. THE PLACE THAT IS KIRYUS MAIN MOTIVE?? like it's the whole reason kiryu went into hiding.. it set up the future games. (also humanized him soo much but that's a topic for another day) THEN I CAME ACROSS THIS PAGE! your love for this game clearly shows through your introspective art and beautiful ask blog! I spent ab a whole night going through ur page gushing bc 'omg someone who writes mine and daigo correctly! and doesnt make mine's ONLY character trait about being obsessed with daigo!!' keep up the amazing work!! I also look forward to seeing your other works that are unrelated to yakuza! have a wonderful day!

(In case u see this ask again somewhere else I sent it to the wrong blog at first LOL)

Thank you so much for sendin in your ask! I'm really glad you've enjoyed the stuff I've been throwing up on the internet about my favorite little guys.

And yeah, for a good while in most fan spaces people had a pretty big dislike for Y3, and I think a lot of it just comes down to fandom bandwagoning dissuading people from playing it or giving it much of a chance. Right now actually I've seen somewhat of a shift in some spaces where suddenly 3 is underrated and people are apparently (?) dogging on 2 where it used to be considered peak. It's all cyclical really, but I'm glad when 3 gets the attention I feel it deserves.

I do understand where people's dislike comes from honestly, but it is definitely my personal favorite! For all its faults, I think it has some of the strongest character moments of the games, personal stakes, and drama, with stellar animation that more than makes up for the older graphics that might put some people off. And of course, Mine lmao. I can't say how right I am in how I characterize Mine and Daigo since I'm sure I fall pretty short of even my own standards of how I see them (and am guilty of simplifying them because its funny lm ao), but I'm happy folks like my take on the guys! I have A LOT OF THOUGHTS on these dudes (obviously) which I'd love to write up sometime. I have an ask about my Minedai HCs where I will probably dump it, but that and a lot of asks have been put on the backburner until I get the time to address them all to the extent I want to.

If you wanna look at my non-yakuza stuff, I have a main which I basically do not use; but it does exist!

Anyway, thank you again for writing in! I really do appreciate it a ton, and I love all the lil things y'all send me.

[danganronpadedication]

DAY 1 & DAY 2: DANGANTOBER

Day 1: Favorite Protagonist Is it really a surprise on this one? Hajime Hinata is my favorite protagonist, by far. Don't get me wrong, I love the other protags as well, but Hajime will always have my heart. He is my husband, he is my girlfriend, and he is me. If I were a combo of two Danganronpa characters, I'm Tsumugi and Hajime.

During my first playthrough of SDR2, I didn't expect to really like him all that much. Makoto had been such a great and impactful protagonist, and I didn't think Hajime would be able to top that. How wrong I was. I could write essays about this man if I had the time and the patience. There's just so much rattling in my brain about him. He's so baby girl.

First of all, he reacts just like I would in that kind of situation. Because, let's be real, if I thought I was about to start a semester at my dream school, only to somehow be teleported to a remote, tropical island with a robotic rabbit magical girl for a teacher, I'd have to take a moment to crouch down in the sand and have a bit of a breakdown too. He's so real for that. There would be moments in game, where something would happen, I'd make a joke, and then Hajime would say the exact same thing, almost verbatim.

He is my favorite character to project onto. He's a burnt out gifted kid, that's why he wants to be special so bad. He wants to feel like he still had potential and value. He just like me frfr. He's got that dog in him, but depending on the day, that dog is a loyal German Shepherd, or a sopping wet chihuahua. He's such a sweetie, but also so sarcastic. He's the kind of person that I actually want to be friends with or date in real life.

I really like his dynamics with everyone in-game too, and that includes the dude who shares this post with him. He was a bit more assertive that Makoto, but honestly, Makoto's more assertive and Hajime's less confrontational than people remember. But Hajime's always talking mad smack in his mind when anyone does anything, and in all fairness, he's the least freaky on an island full of freaks.

His relationship with Chiaki, whether you think it's romantic or not, is also really heartwarming, and heart breaking at the same time. Tears were shed when she died (both times), and when she shows up for some life advice from beyond the grave (both times). Their friendship in both the game and anime is just so real, and wholesome, and I really wish we could've seen more of it.

Towards the end of the game, he's especially engaging, because that's when the glory that is Johnny Yong Bosch's voice acting is on full display. By the time he's being confronted by AI Junko and the Future Foundation members, he's lost two bad bitches he had chemistry with, found out he's been inside a simulation this whole time, learned that he went through a procedure that fundamentally transformed his identity, and that he's associated with the group that was a big part in the end of the world, all within twenty-four hours. The way it's acted is with such genuine turmoil and anguish, it's so amazing. Once again, if that were me, I'd be tweaking just as much. In fact, he's not tweaking ENOUGH.

Finally, the Izuru plotline. Once again, this was something I didn't think I'd like. ''Oh really? So the dude we were playing as this whole time is the mastermind and he didn't even know it? What a cop out." But actually, it's very engaging. I have fixated on it, send help, I've spent too long analyzing every moment of this L'Oreal model known as Izuru Kamukura. Izuru could honestly be a whole post on his own, so I won't harp on him for too long. All I'm saying is that the fic "Made Perfect" by Lexichae on Ao3 is on my to-read list, and I don't usually read fanfiction.

Hajime deserves all the hugs and kisses and cuddles in the world, and I am happy to deliver unto him. <3 PLEASE GIVE ME A CHANCE, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE-

Day 2: Favorite Antagonist These two go hand in hand (hehe), so it works out that I forgot to do yesterday's Dangantober prompt and had to make up for it today. Out of the three main antagonist characters of the series, Nagito is definitely my favorite. I want to be able to hang out with him, I feel like it'd either be the calmest, or wildest hangout ever. Something will go wrong, but the caliber of tragedy is what will shake things up. I want to hold his frail hands and give him a self-care night, and I also know that after he's all cleaned up and relaxed, he's going to probably blow something up.

I love how, in the beginning of the game, Nagito's just the most chill guy ever towards Hajime. He's kind of a weird ally to start with. He walks around with Hajime, introduces him to everyone else, and gives him a guided tour of the available areas. He dogs on him too, but let's be honest, Hajime's the kind of guy who would be really fun to annoy. Nagito's also really silly in his own manga, such as the scene where he wakes up Hajime by pulling on his ahoge. But his chill demeanor doesn't last too long, because by the end of the chapter 1, there's already such a change to his personality that makes him so engaging.

He plans a crazy and well-thought out murder plot, which shows just how calculated and manipulative he can be. The part where he starts genuinely tweaking in trial 1 is hilarious too, and Bryce Papenbrook's acting there is so iconic. They paid that man the big bucks. He is so smart and conniving in chapter 5, anticipating factors for his little plot that'll happen after he's dead, and that showcases just how intelligent he is.

But beyond that chapter, he manages to be a big help in the trials, while still being a little scamp and a freak. No matter how condescending he is, let's be real, their chances of surviving trial 4 would've been much lower if he wasn't there. On the topic of chapter 4, I also really love how his entire mindset shifts upon the discovery of everyone being the Remnants of Despair, it really helps explore the psychology of Nagito Komaeda, which is a probably an enigma to even himself.

His backstory is so tragic, that it's almost comedic, I want to give him the biggest hug that would probably crush his frail bones into dust. The best part is that he's still chill. even after he's shown to be batshit insane. For example, in the chapter 5, when the group basically jumps him and tries to subdue him again.

"There's no use struggling!" "...But I'm not struggling." It's not his first rodeo, we all know that he got knocked unconscious by Kazuichi and Nekomaru in chapter 2, but he just rants and rolls with it. I'd listen to him rant, as we work on drinking the MOUNTAIN of Mr. Hopper he got in the anime. As a Dr.Pepper fan, he's so real for that. Speaking of the anime, he's a sweetheart and his voice is so comforting. He knows how to be a character that goes from 0 to 500, and look good doing it.

I know he's supposed to be a big, bad, scary Remnant in UDG, but they made Servant a little cutie pie. I may be biased because I just love the Remnants of Despair, but he's just a sweetie who was unjustly used as a punching bag the whole game. He didn't really even do anything in-game that was threatening. He was more of a threat in SDR2. The others were off committing war crimes, and he became a single father of five. Though, the lines he says in that game are extremely sus, I can't tell if Bryce Papenbrook was paid too much, or not enough to say those things. They held my guy at gunpoint in that recording booth.

The hand thing is freaky, I'll give him that, but it's very good insight into the psychology of the Remnants versus the psychology of Nagito as a Remnant, since he's vastly different. His love for hope and hatred for Junko and despair remaining core personality traits, even while in despair, is so interesting. SPEAKING OF LOVE FOR HOPE, THAT MAN IS GA-

Was it casual when you said "From the bottom of my heart, I am truly in love with the hope that sleeps inside you."

He's quotable too, many of his lines are things that go through my head on a daily basis.

I want Nagito, I wanna give him hugs and kisses and self-care nights, and maybe commit a crime or two together <3

PLEASE GIVE ME A CHANCE, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE-

Me to Hajime and Nagito frfr.

Wish I could draw for dangantober, but alas, I am not confident enough in my art yet to do so. Maybe next year. I have no mouth and I must type rants.

-Mod Tsumugi

[this-world-of-beautiful-monsters]

For the LIS 2 ask game: 2, 6, 8, 26, 27

2. favorite non-brother character

Karen--not in the "i want to hang out with her" favorite but the "I want to study her for days on end because she is so very Fascinating" favorite. ditches her sons for a decade and explains herself with the most bizarre teenage-leftist word salad i've ever seen. brings condoms on a trip to rescue said sons from a cult. is mia for esteban's death, multiple explosions, and Sean's eye, but shows up based on a letter from some weirdo she's never met. reenacts her and Esteban's fight-and-smoke-together ritual with Sean like he's a ken doll of his dead dad. sets a church on fire for her sons and protects them after they commit a murder. turns herself in to the cops because she loves her kids and doesn't want to spend too much time with them. refers to having children as "breeding" in that one letter to her parents. i need to put her under a microscope so bad.

6. favorite scene

torn between dancing on the bed at the beginning (FUCKING feelings) and the blood brothers border massacre (FUCKING chills). the dance scene is so sweet and also an amazing parallel to the canon romance pairing from lis1, which I love, and blood brothers is just--epic. watching Daniel reach his full potential like that, how far he'll go to protect his brother, is the most beautiful and spectacular thing in the world.

8. favorite choice

definitely the Lisbeth one. it's such an amazing culmination to an already brilliant and terrifying ep. i'm a slut for weird parallels and fucked-up christian imagery and it's just so...so fucking good, my god (literally).

the way Daniel just raises her into the air like he did the cross in the earlier scene? the way that was just a performance, but things are different now and Daniel isn't a little wolf cub doing tricks, he remembers he has teeth? Sean's cutting Daniel's metaphorical puppet strings and Daniel hoisting Lisbeth up on telekinetic ones? the callback to the fucking puma from ep 2? the fact "you raise me up" is literally a christian song i remember singing as a kid and this is the harsh reality of being actually raised high by your god? the way the heavenly space around them has been transformed into hell, all pretensions at eden stripped away? the jarring difference between the last ep where Sean is permanently marked by Daniel losing control and now he knows exactly what he's doing and the difference is so fucking real?

the way it's the most ruthless choice in the game, maybe even in the franchise, this vengeance for nothing more than vengeance's sake, and it turns out that's a perfectly good reason? Sean facing Lisbeth at Daniel's side where she had been only a few minutes ago? Daniel saying she tried to use me like he's heartbroken and she hurt you with the fury of a thousand suns? the wiki describing Lisbeth as being hung from a "telekinetic noose" and it calls back to Sean being "Judge Diaz" to Daniel's executioner, to Judas Iscariot hanging himself, to Daniel's dream suicide at the beginning of the ep, to hell, even Kate Marsh's suicide in lis1?

the cain vs abel vibes of this whole ep, brother and brother unsure who is the righteous and who is the damned, sean's forehead literally being blooded like a mark of cain, only to turn together on the force that tried to split them up like that? the way Lisbeth has spent the whole episode forcing godhood upon Daniel until she suddenly realizes that gods have the capacity for judgement? Lisbeth trying to adopt Daniel and Karen coming back for him, but Sean is the one who gets to influence what Daniel ultimately does, the secondary access to godlike power that he's earned through all his hard work and self-sacrifice, his love and care and determination to fix his mistakes, where the others have only offered abuse and neglect?

the alternative where Sean tells Nicholas shoot me in the face and live with it before he blows Lisbeth away and lives with it just fine? Karen seeing what her children are truly capable of in every sense of the word, having to live with what they became to survive when she wasn't there for them? Sean spending the whole episode being helpless and heartbroken and brutalized in so many ways, only to very suddenly be gifted more power than he's ever had in his life, this complete control over the life and death over another human being? how fucking satisfying it is for him to either kill his little brother's abuser or let Daniel do it himself?

just. fucking. fucking HELL (literally). this episode.

26. one headcanon?

i kind of like the idea of the Diaz family having a generational reputation in Puerto Lobos for being a little bit Weird--like nothing on Daniel's scale, but there are rumors, whispers, stories of miracles and ghosts and strange happenings on their land, of secret truths older than colonization. not everybody can decide if it's of god or the devil, but when the parents die and young Esteban leaves, the whole town feels like it's lost something more than just a mechanic. nobody really has the guts to go onto the property until two young brothers set up shop there, and the other citizens can't help thinking something important has settled back into place.

27. one au?

detroit become human! inspired by this art and a playthrough i've been watching a friend do, lol. would love Esteban as an android mechanic taking in two lost little androids from a discontinued child line and giving them a home and a last name, only for them to get in trouble when they're caught "deviating" (gaining sentience) and he gets murdered defending them from the police, so they have to go on the run...

[kaybkay8]

Someone asked if there was a sequel series I actually liked. The answer was no. None. Zero . Zilch. Nada. They apparently were expecting me to like Korra. Korra. One of the worst examples of the sequel syndrome I have seen.

Let me phrase it like this. You enjoy a show because of its character growths, interesting world with distinctive cultures. The power systems interwoven with certain ideals and mindsets. The build up excellently done with a sort of comedic timing on point showing the characters being whimsical and fun. Villains powers and ideology making perfect sense in scaling and having major events that impacted these powers. The main antagonists becoming corrupted by said ideals until they are twisted to unrecognizable forms. Character redemption that are powerful and believable.

Now imagine 2 generations go by. The world is unrecognizable. The powers no longer used in innovative ways interwoven eith functionality in favor of technology. The cultures are gone. The mindsets gone. The main character comes from a culture that is all about adapting and using things around you is now impulsive and unaware of her surroundings. The story takes place in various locations but lose the magic that surrounded them in the first series. The lovable characters from the past are unrecognizable. They apparently were awful parents, and are now mainly used for name drop power and dues ex machinas and pulling things out of thin air.

That is what Korra did wrong. In what way is Korra a waterbender? Every other Avatar we know of was distinct. They came from their own cultures and mindsets and had to sacrifice a part of themselves to be Avatar. Kyoshi was an earthbender. She was comfortable with confrontation and cared greatly about her people. She was shown to be stubborn and believe her way was the correct way. Roku was passionate and driven. He spent most of the series steering aang on fixing his mistakes. He was quick to push forward despite aang not being ready.

Aang was first and foremost an Airbender. He didn't like violence and tried fixing things with various angles. He was evasive and had a lot of trouble with letting go of that aspect to face things head on.

And you're telling me, Korras water tribe? Not to mention what they did to the water tribe was offensive on so many levels. Sorry no, korras from earth kingdom. You can't change my mind.

What they did to bending and spirits was even more offensive. If your going to introduce a character who can remove bending there better be a whole lot better of an explanation than oh he's just an amazing waterbender. Excuse you, no, you'd better bring the lion turtle into it. He better have killed the lion turtle and discovered the power or something involving the lion turtle!!

Also the evil spirit vs good spirit was stupid. No that's not how the avatar was created. No I don't want to know how the avatar was created. Spirits aren't good or evil. They are spirits!! The avatars whole shtick is being a bridge between their world and the physical world. Make Korra work on that!!!

I won't even get started on character assassinations because we'd be here all day.

Amon was just ridiculous. Army of chiblockers, yes! He's secretly a waterbender who can bloodbend? Absolutely!! He can take away someone's bending. Wait. What? I've already stated this once, but I'll say it again. If you're bringing spirit powers into it, there had better be a good explanation. There wasn't, so I refuse to accept it.

Also. Korras friends don't feel like friends. At all. I hate tophs kids. I hate aangs kids. Toph and aang may have had faults, but no way would they neglect their kids.(especially with Katara and Sokka right there)

Things weren't built up in a believable way and honestly making the bending just do whatever was infuriating. The ideology of bending was just completely lost and it made me very sad.

[theratinthehat-yyssgb]

TWITCHCON EU SHOW-and-TELL !!

Long post, many pictures, artist socals!!!

So, i attended my first twitchcon! Yayyy! There was so much to do and see, i cant even get into all of it or this post would be a hundred times longer.

Long story short, i spent most of my free time in the artist ally. Too intimidated to engage with other activities, i made rounds between the booths. Since i like taking my time to decide, it was a good way to familiarize myself with items on offer. And I'm glad I did since i walked out with a big bag of goodies :]

So that's what I'm here to show you. Everything i bought from each artist and to show them all some love <3

small disclamer! For better reading!

i refer to everyone in this post as "they". pls do not take that as actual pronouns and look up yourself.

commisions are often on twitter / a fill out form. should be easy to find with the links provided

if an artist name is linked, it leads to their twitter. "and more" lead to to the artist linktre, carrd, etc. (pls do tell, if its better to put twitter as its own separate social media)

First up is Amigosh! They were the first to catch my eye. I got a big bag with my purchase, it was supper helpful! Sadly i couldn't find any phots of their booth, but it had this cute cut-out on the table!

the whole stand was so so cute o(≧∀≦) i stood there for a hot minute deciding, so hard! Anyways here are their socials and what i bought!

Amigosh streams on twitch, has an ETSY, do commissions, and more!

↑ i mean, look at how cute even the back of the postcard is!! with a cute little stamp and holographic sticker!! there was so much cute i wanted, the booth definitely made my crow eyes sparkle ✨

Now, i belive Grrnele to be next. it was a very cozy stand with all the art put up and from what it seemed, there had been an option to ask for small commissions? i couldn't be sure since they were all sold out.

there were pins and pictures and mystery bags and.. ahhh!! It was all so COLOURFUL!! 💙💚💛 even a book to sign for passers by! (i didnt have any words of wisdom, so please tell me what to say next time an opportunity like this arises)

GRRNELE has a homepage from where you can find commissions, ko-fi, MERCH, and more!

now, some of you might have noticed a little puncture on the cat illustration... that is because those pickles are badass 😎 and while it doesn't bother me, it is also a reminder for me to pack sharp object facing away from delicate things. (literally no shade to the artist, it was a very busy day and how could they have known)

next i wanna show you Gleamyguts! You just saw their amazing art on the last picture in the form of an adorable keychain! (i think) i love love love their style! You have to check them out!

GleamyGuts does commissions (check status), runs an ETSY shop and more!

I honesty would have bought the whole booth if i had the money >.< i love monster high, love y2k and early internet vibe, this is an absolute win in my book!

PS! The one next to the stickers is a business card, and the one holding a notepad was a A5 thank you card with socials!

Only problem i had was that they roll their posters up. a little sad but understandable, since people didn't really have any way to transport them. Also, when looking up pics to show of the booth (didnt find any), I saw Guts had been at a different con and it had shirts?! I would have bought them in a heartbeat! They weren't even on etsy (┬﹏┬)

2 more artists! Next we have Church! Amazing! They had it all, a game demo, walter white stickers and keychains, pikmin, hatsune miku, and probably even more i couldn't grasp!

Look! Thats the game demo! so go and wish list it!

The game "Patient Seven" is by Church & Mark and form KumamakiStudios (twitter)! At their linktre you can wishlist the game and find other social media (linktre twitter is broken).

Church was selling the items, they do commissions on ko-fi, have shop, stream on twitch and so much more!

while I've shown the charms with the other things i bought, I didn't think the photo did them a enough service. So i HAD to show a zoomed in one where all the details were visible! so pretty!

and i also had to include their business card, it ties in so well with the videogame theme while being unique! PS! (you can see the little rgb alien test-thingy postcards in the top right corner of the booth photo)

And last and of course not not least, Mimichair!!! once again, you saw their stickers next to Churches. I mean... just look at how the colours pop on the posters! and while i have no clue who they are, i was still very exited to bring those 2 home ^^

And how could i forget, MimiChair streams over at twitch, has a Artstation, sells T-shirts, and is making a Webtoon!!! and even more!

And once again, i had to include the business card! There was actually 3 different versions available. I'm so sad i didn't take them all!! but i did find a picture of the booth, so i can point them out in that. But before i show that, i have some things to explain.

... I actually bought 2 stickers from mimichair. I'm not saying they definitely forgot, i could have just as easily lost it. In fact, i hope I lost it, since by the time i got to the booth, it was the end of the day. The sticker, out of all of them, has the best chance to be in our car or in our apartment. But I've already looked for it... I think what I truly mean to say is that I'm just sad i don't have it :(

also, a nit pick, the poster was a little big for the clear packaging they put it in (idk what to call it, it was an envelope kind of situation) But they put one over the other, to make sure the open mouth was closed, so it was all good. the envelope made the poster bend the tiniest bit but caused no damage. It was the largest poster, did not fit in the bag amigosh gave me (maybe its good that GleamyGuts rolled theirs up?)

But I will show you the artist booth that was set up. And all the cool that i would have wanted. Btw, you can go and check out art of the momo sticker i lost on their insta. As of writing it is their latest post. (i'd link, but insta hates my computer and only shows errors)

That was the last one! please don't take that i dislike mimichair, they were very talkative and lovey and made me feel very comfortable taking my time to choose! i enjoyed every minute I spent at their table!

In fact, I enjoyed every artist! I spent at least 10 min around each table i bought from. I wouldn't have stood there quietly staring, occasionally noticing something on display with a little "ooh" or "aah", if I didn't enjoy it.

And I also want to give a shout-out to all the artist i didn't mention. It was the highlight of the day seeing everyone's creations. I even got complimented at one of the stalls for my outfit! furthermore (🤓) it was so lovely to see the attendees chatting with artists, it seems i just tend to be a little more to the point kind of person.

So, to make sure everyone is seen, here is a link to the map of the twitchcon expo hall 2024, from where you can find the artist ally, and see the artist connected to each booth!

Now, im not sure if they will keep this link up forever, so i ALSO made a version of it! Since the screenshot made some of the names unreadable, i wrote them down bigger!

And that marks the amount of images tumblr allows in one go. If there ever is pt.2, about the experience as a whole, i will show the outfit that was worthy of getting 3 compliments.

but go rest your eyes, this was a long post :]

[simpjaes]

just finished both the parts of one of damned girls and you served. I was so excited about this but the exams came up and couldn't read the first part. But my exams were over yesterday so I spent whole day reading the fic and I have never been so invested in a fic so much.. Was thinking about part 2 and you posted!! I love you so muchhhhh like ik this must been such a work to write such a long yet amazing fic and your brainnnn! I bow down! Yk no matter how much I praise you it will be less because you did devour... It's actually so funny to me that writers like you always claim that you guys aren't that serious about writing and you guys do it for fun but still you deliver amazing fics!!! I know you must have a life outside this app and you took your time to write 😭😭😭

Thankyouuu so much for this 💗💗💗💗

🐳anon

i think there's a big difference when i consume fics where i tend to realize which ones were written for fun versus the ones where an author felt forced to do it ;-; i like to write what i want because my best work comes from fics i had fun writing. plus, i've already gone down the path of trying to be a people pleaser. i learned that i can't please everyone, so i choose to please my damn self, especially regarding my fics! i do wanna say tho, i take writing very seriously as it's my main hobby outside of art [which is my career]. so when im not working, or attending courses, im usually writing. while i take it seriously, i don't take myself too seriously with it, because then it'll just become an unpaid job rather than an enjoyable hobby, yknow?

that being said, i adore you so much for this. no matter how long it takes for you to read any of my works, ill always look forward to your feedback and thoughts <3 it definitely was a lot of work to write it, but i really enjoyed the process :D actually, the majority of fics and drabbles on this blog I have thoroughly enjoyed writing and i think it shows plainly!

ur not allowed to leave me nonnie, ur stuck here reading my lil library because i thrive on your feedback, ily.

[bookswgreen]

Goodbye May!

This is much later than normal and after a wild rid of a May, I'm glad to finally be settled in and able to share. I had about 3 huge life events this past month that through me for a loop in my scheduling which always makes life harder on me. I'm a consistency person, what can I say!

End of the School Year

The first week of May was my finals, which saying that is so weird to me. It's hard to believe my school year hasn't even been done for a semester so far. Packing was by far the worst part, since I had been living off campus and next semester I'll be back on. The house I had been sharing became such a home and I know I'll miss it for a while.

The last couple days a couple friends and I did a PowerPoint Night and I forgot how much I missed those. It always makes me feel a lot more connected with my friends after that as well.

I finished my semester with 2 different 7:30am finals (gross) and only one B which was surprising but happy! I fully expected a B in one of my Spanish courses but showing up every day brought it up to an A. Don't skip class!

I'd like to say I'm done for the summer, but to be able to continue with marching band in the fall, I'm currently doing a Spanish summer course as well which has been giving me trouble. I've learned with this something I already expected but fully know now, and that's that I learn much better with lectures than readings. On the plus side, I only have 3 more weeks of it and then I am done until school starts back up in August!

Traveling

After school ended, I had about a week to unpack everything and get settled back into my room in my hometown before my family and I were headed abroad for 2 weeks to Ireland, London, and Amsterdam.

2 weeks is a bit much for me to be all alone with my parents without any space to be on my own, but I survived and actually quite enjoyed the locations we visited. We spent most of our time in Ireland in Belfast, but we made our way to Derry, the Dingle Peninsula, and a little bit of Limerick as well as some small villages. Ireland was the majority of our trip, and surprisingly, we got lucky enough to only get rained on twice. The weather was beautiful and so was the landscape.

We only spent a day in London, which I could have done without, however we were also in the very busy and tourist area of the city, which is part of it. We made our way out to a few parks and those are things I would definitely love to visit again.

Amsterdam may have been my favorite bit, partially because I've always loved Dutch culture, but also just the look of the place was so different from anywhere we've been. As a huge plant person, turning down ever street to see vibrant plant life was amazing. It also made me realize how much I miss biking and would love to get back into it (and maybe get a new one as well) or end up somewhere I can bike in the future.

We only got home a few days before the month ended, meaning we've not had a whole lot of time to settle in. While I love the trip, I'm very happy to be home and finally able to get back into a rhythm and catch up on reading.

I hope your May was as good as mine and your June goes well too!

[imstilldaydreaming]

How do your paras celebrate the New Year? How do they feel about New Year’s resolutions? Do they have any? And, if you’ve daydreamed then celebrating before, is there a memorable moment from a previous New Year’s celebration?

hey!! thanks for the ask! I actually haven't really daydreamed about them celebrating New Year, so this was fun to daydream! I've done this for my Warriors of Halcyon paracosm btw!

it's kind of long, so yeah, it's under the cut!

happy new year btw!

--- I think the Warriors of Halcyon would all celebrate it together at Hotaru's place. ---

Sasami: I'd say she feels kind of indifferent towards resolutions and New Year celebrations in general, but likes to be with the rest of the team, so ends up finding it fun. She and her brother celebrated it together while he was still around, so there's that side to it as well.

Ririka: Didn't even know what New Year was until the others explained it to her. She's definitely amazed by the fireworks since, even if she saw a fireworks show before, she doesn't remember. Doesn't really understand the concept of New Year's resolutions, but finds it fun anyway and joins in the fun.

Yuri: She just doesn't care. Finds this whole ordeal dumb, honestly. To her, it's a day like any other, except that Hotaru dragged her to a New Year's party with the others.

Hotaru: Takes it very seriously. She organizes the mini party at her house, is paying attention to the countdown all the time, gets the raisins, the alcohol free alternative to champagne, has all the resolutions carefully thought out (they're all about 1) being more like a knight or 2) helping the team btw)... Basically, if Hotaru wasn't there, the others would just shrug it off and go on with their day normally.

--- Now, for the Ex Libris squad. ---

Kagura would probably stay inside reading if it wasn't for Kyou. This guy managed to sneakily get in the library and be all like "Heeey Kagu ~ Do you know what happens todayyy? :3" and then proceeded to drag her out of there. They sat on the Rune Association's roof (somehow Kagura went along with all of this) and watched the city's fireworks display and everything. Kagura actually loved it (but as if she'll ever admit that lmao).

As for resolutions, Kyou would keep his a secret (they'd be about having the others overcome their issues except it goes into an oddly specific level of detail. oh, and also about his as well). Kagura, on the other hand, would have resolutions that are all work related (or about books to read or techniques to master).

Sakura: Can't really grasp the passage of time, so this day has probably been overlooked several times. Probably only realises it's the New Year when the fireworks start. And, even so, all you get is a "Huh. New Year's already here." Sakura doesn't really care about it, but not in a Yuri-like way. It's more that she forgets it exists. So don't expect much on the resolutions department either.

Yumeno: Probably the most average one of all of them. She spends it with her friends usually. It's just your casual New Year's party, really. Though, she probably spent it alone the year after joining Ex Libris, because being in the setting where her dear best friend used to be but no longer is would be low-key painful to her. As for resolutions, probably something to do with being more brave or just with revenge.

[jtrokujo]

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐇𝐘 𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐎𝐗𝐈𝐂¿

paring: Mikaela Hyakuya x fem!Reader

(they’re 18+!!!)

word count: 4k

warning: this story contains sexual content

gerne: smut

summary: there are days when they get along well but there were also days when they hated each other like the plague and even though they love each other?

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The weather is neutral, but I wish it got better.

The sun is obscured by the gray clouds, but it's not windy or anything.

You could even go out with a top.

However, y / n decided to take a seat in the four walls with a number of different books and a tall pile of books right next to them.

As she gently leafed through the pages of the somewhat older book, she felt a stab.

Of course it didn't hurt since no one was attacking her, but it felt like someone was watching her.

Without presenting her feelings, she took some books and put the rest where she got them.

Immediately after leaving the library, she stopped in the middle of the path and said with an annoyed sigh, "Bathory, I know you're here."

He stands grinning in front of y / n, but could hardly show a disappointed face.

With his head tilted to one side, he looked at his prey and smiled at her immediately. "I prefer you to call me by my first name, dear."

“I do what I want and not what you want, Bathory. Besides, I have better things to do than waste my precious time being influenced by you. "

When they told the vampire, she continued on her way, or at least intended to.

As quickly as he came, he grabbed her arm just as quickly. "But y / n, why is it in such a hurry?" asked the vampire, amused, pressing more and more on hers with every second, so slowly you could hear her bones. Y / n had to react immediately!

Without thinking for a second, she dropped all of the books on the white floor and immediately grabbed her gun. "You should let go of me!" y / n's voice rang out down the hall and immediately shot the vampire in the arm.

His blood spurted around her.

Y / n got his blood on her face as well as on her clothes - it was the same with Bathory, also the wall and especially the floor got his blood.

"Disgusting." mumbled y / n and wiped the blood on her face, although she knew herself that it would be of no use.

"What's going on here?" Everyone but not him.

"Hello Mika!" said Ferid with delight and turned to get a better look at him.

"Have you lost your nerve again?" he asked me annoyed, but he only looked at me for a few seconds and immediately saw Ferid's blood spatter.

"What do you mean 'again'?"

Even if we've known each other for a long time, we both have to admit that one and the other have diverged. Sometimes it was his fault, sometimes it was me. There were of course moments when we got along really well, but in the end they weren't enough in my opinion.

"Since you've lived with us, at least one vampire must have got something from your weapon."

Said the blond-haired vampire while his eyes stared at me.

I'm not understating when I say that his eyes alone make me feel naked.

Mika only manages to control me through his eyes, even though I should be the one who should control every vampire or the various books I spend most of my time on just one more bad joke.

It was enough for vampires to exist and more than hundreds of people took their own lives just to be able to enjoy themselves. To this day I cannot forgive any of the vampires for what they did to me or those around me. I know myself that there are bad ones, but what is their goal?

Or do you have a goal?

"Y / n." I heard his voice.

Awakened from my trance, I see his eyes again. However, they do not have this previous aura, no, they are a little stricter this time. When I gave him a sign of his attention, the lecture immediately came, "You are old enough to know how to behave and with whom to behave. If you show this behavior to someone else, I'll let that person do it . " and do what they want, because I haven't had the nerve for someone like you for a long time. So finally know your limits before I use my weapon against you! "

Impressive. From sentence to sentence his voice grew louder and louder. Seriously, I never expected or even had the idea of ​​this side of Mika in my life, but here it is. Wonderful y / n, now you have managed to sink deeply with Mika, which is actually the very last thing I ever wanted to achieve in my life, but life has never been a paradise.

With a chuckle, Bathory put his arm and my shoulders and spoke to Mika.

"But, but Mika shouldn't be so strict with her. She's just a little girl again, not even now, is she?" "If I were that little girl, you would surely have two arms instead of one." After saying my sentence, I picked up the books that were still on the floor and didn't say goodbye to anyone, why should I?

Bathory is nothing more than an idiot who uses his satisfaction to see others suffer rather than provoke them too.

While Mika nudges both children like a father, although the other is to blame for everything.

When I got to my room, I put the books on my table and sat on my bed, thinking about the old days. However, I don't think of the days with loved ones that I lost, but of those that I spent with Mika before he gave me a “better life”.

I could leave it all behind at any time and either not start an old or a new life, but I love to have him in my heart for it.

Sighing at my thoughts, I give up and stood in front of my closet for the next minute.

While the lukewarm water felt the white bathtub, my clothes landed on the floor.

This life is more of a calling expected of others than a life of its own. A break does no harm to anyone.

I said to myself and after a few seconds I closed my eyes.

After my bath or a break from the real world, I'm just choosing which book to read.

As I was about to start the new book, someone knocked on my door.

Hesitantly, I said the door was open and waited for the person behind it to appear. Please leave it all but Bathory.

Sighing, I immediately put my hand on my left breast and saw him, Mika.

To be honest, I'm happy to see him, but I'm not, but I don't need an explanation. "Good evening." he said in his usual tone. Without making a big head out of it, I repeated it myself, but added if he needed anything from me.

Shivering, I answered my question in the negative and came up to me with slow steps.

The only thing I could do was do nothing. I stopped. When our faces are a few centimeters away, his arm came slowly towards my body, until he reached for something, when he had this in his hand, he came back with a few steps and immediately held a book in my face.

"I really recommend it, I have to say, you have pretty good taste when it comes to books. I've read it several times because these stories, the writing style, the plot and most of all the characters are up to me." uniquely well written down to the smallest detail. "

I looked at the vampire in amazement. "You read that too?" "Y / n, if I hadn't read it, I wouldn't have a clue either."

A little ashamed of my oh-so-intelligent question, I also looked at the floor.

The whole time there was nothing to be heard, neither a little intoxication, nor even breathing. But after a few seconds, Mika also broke the embarrassing silence by taking a few steps and holding out his arm to me. I don't understand it about myself. When Mika is around, I either act annoyed or neutral. However, countless butterflies gather in my stomach when I think of him alone!

"Y / n ... y / n?!" Mika looked up, gave me a neutral look and at the same time held a few strands of my hair and asked me if he should tie my hair up with a towel. I gently took the wet strands of hair from his hand and began to giggle at my discomfort and nervousness. The thought of me being weird was always out of the question.

"I think I'll blow dry my hair. I'll see you at dinner or tomorrow."

"I'll see you at dinner or tomorrow." repeated Mika before she disappeared from my room.

Locked in the room and caught in his deepest thoughts, he stared over the ceiling.

The reviews of that day haunted him to this day when he also dreamed them.

Sleeping now wouldn't be for him, even though it is shortly before 2 o'clock.

But what can you do about it?

The vampire rose from the bed, stretched out, and decided to go for a walk immediately.

As he walked through the empty corridors, he always hoped not to meet anyone.

Whatever stays that way.

Bored and hands in his pockets, the floor caught his attention. It didn't take long, however, because he was amazed to get up when he saw the light coming from someone's room.

He was more than sure whose room, or rather chamber, it was.

It was Y / n's.

He stopped in front of it, thinking, held out his hand and wanted to knock on the door. At the same time he quickly put his hand in his pocket. This scenario takes about 3 minutes. But it wasn't the vampire's nervousness that was unusual, no, why should he be at y / n's door? This is funny.

Doesn't he often seem annoyed or stern in your presence?

Well, he doesn't even know what's going on in his head.

After an eternity, the vampire finally knocked on the human's door and immediately heard "Come in" from the other side.

Without telling himself twice, he opened the door and saw her. He saw her spread out on the large bed with several notes and books.

Stressed out. You can't see it from the outside, but even Mika can confess that he thinks it is strange to see y / n at this time.

"Do you need something?" she asked him and fixed him with her gaze.

"Shouldn't you be sleeping long ago?" he asked and at the same time crossed his arms over his chest.

"Mika, I could ask you that too, don't you think?" sigh y / n and slowly start piling up her notes and books together.

When Mika offered her help, she politely declined and slowly and carefully put the things on her desk.

"If you have nothing special to do, you can always keep me company, you know?"

Yes, even if there is an argument between the two, they still get along well. However, they don't seem to be as close as they used to be. Without saying anything, Mika accepted the offer and sat next to y / n.

Was that really wise?

The smell of y / n gets over his head, but he's not as easy to lose control as other vampires.

Breathing hard, Mika rubbed her eyes and hoped that this unbearable smell would go away any moment.

Easier said than done.

If only I had drunk blood in the last few days. The vampire cursed.

Y / n noticed his unusual behavior and tried to communicate with him, but to no avail. She called his name several times, tapped him on the shoulder, and shook him a little. He seems trapped in his own world. For the first time she seemed to see someone so trapped in his own world. When will he regain his senses?

Annoyed, she hit his skull with her fist, which led to a groan of pain from Mika's mouth. "What does this mean?!"

“If you are tired, please go to your room and sleep there.

Both rolled their eyes in annoyance.

"You have nothing to say to me, human."

"Oh really? What are you going to do about it, vampire?" It wasn't a mistake by y / n, but rather Mika's mistake. If he hadn't called her a human, she wouldn't have called him a vampire. Nobody except Mika knows right now how much he hates vampires and yet he is one himself, but you have to remember that he never wanted to be one. Not everyone is lucky in life.

As I said, even if it was his own fault that she reminded him, he completely lost his nerve. Slowly she approached y / n, she already felt the dark aura coming towards her. However, y / n did not want to show the fear that is in her and slowly rising above her head. She will regret it. "Repeat when you have the pity." "What is the problem? You called me human and I called you a vampire, but you know what makes me be silly, get out of here, vampire. ”Without further ulterior motives, Mika grabbed her wrist and squeezed the bones with her hand listened from print to print. When she wanted to reach for her gun, which is under her top, Mika was a second faster and threw it directly to the end of the room. When Mika immediately released his hand from Y / n's wrist, she saw an emotion in his eyes, sadness.

He was hurt, but shouldn't he care? What should a little person who plays with little guns do against a vampire, ask him about a game? However, he saw her more as a person, he saw her as someone he can love, with whom he can laugh, of course he had had these people before in his life, but they have long since disappeared. Oh how much he loves her.

If only she knew how many letters he wrote her, but never gave them to her, but hid them in his room.

"I'm really stupid." Mika muttered trembling to herself. Y / n heard it and slowly walked up to him "Mika, that was very childish of me and, to be honest, I'm sorry." When she tried to touch his shoulder, he knocked her away and looked into her eyes, it was their fault.

“I don't want your decisions! I never wanted to be a vampire! If you don't know anything about me, please be quiet and think twice before you open your door! ”The whole room went quiet, pretty quiet. It was rather uncomfortably quiet for y / n, but she preferred to keep her mouth shut because it looked like Mika was looking for the right words. "Why do I love you? Tell me Y / N, how can I love you when you hate me so much?" His voice was fragile and it was tormented to hear it that way. "Mika, I had never hated you before." Exhausted, Mika sat down on the floor and looked at the gun at the other end of the room. "Every time I see a gun like that, I hate myself even more." “Even if it sounds a bit clichéd, for example because of the current situation, I have to and want to admit that I love you Mika. You are in such pain and apparently you have torn old wounds. You didn't deserve that, nobody deserved that. ”Y / n sat like Mika on the floor and hugged him. Her warm body against his cold one. As if in slow motion, their faces stood a few inches apart until their lips met.

𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐏

With my hands on the back of his neck and my tongue seeking his, his fingertips dance from my thigh under my top.

Only he managed to make me shiver everywhere in a few seconds with the help of his touch. Not through his ice-cold skin, no, only through him. In keeping with the mood, the cold raindrops hit my window pane. "Waiting." he whispered to me.

Not a second later it was pitch black in my room. The butterflies in my stomach just like Mika don't know when to stop, but I love it, never let it stop! His lips kissed every inch of my skin and whispered to me how divine my body was. His hands slide up my top until it finally brushes over my head. The first item of clothing is already on the floor. My legs were around his waist so he could pick me up and lay me on my bed. When he did that, his lips were still on my skin.

As I lay down comfortably, I watched his clothes land piece by piece on the floor. His belly is built like that of a Greek god and although it is dark the moon shines on him. One could have immediately thought it was a godsend. The boxer shorts were the only items of clothing that remained. While I was about to take off my pants, Mika took my hands and indicated that he could do it himself. When my pants peeled off my skin, he looked at my legs in admiration and immediately threw my pants on the floor. Now stand half-naked in front of my bed. The red cheeks on his cheeks were clearly visible. "Are we really supposed to pull this off?" I asked Mika and looked him in the eye. His lips approached my ear and he breathed softly, "Y / n, the question is not, we should, but we can. A human and a vampire, is that a good chemistry?"

"Why don't we want to find out?" I whispered and kissed his shoulder in time. Now he looked at me again, but with clearly red cheeks you could have thought he had a fever, but I can't blame him, because even when his ice-cold body is on top of mine, my body manages to have a hot temperature.

As our tongues played with each other again, our hands explored each other's bodies. While one hand pinches my buttocks, the other is right on my bra clasp.

Moaning slightly, I also pinched his buttocks and felt my muscles tense. A low gasp left his delicate lips, which made me even weaker. My temperature rises more and more with each of his touches.

I can not stand it anymore!

He knows very well that he has the upper hand!

When my bra, like the rest of the clothes, landed on the floor, his ice-cold hands brushed my arms up to my hips and brushed the last piece of clothing across the floor.

I was breathing hard down in my zone.

His hands were on each thigh so I couldn't pinch my legs together. Apart from the horniness, I could hardly move my legs because of his strength, you can not say that he is so strong. The horniness in me is going like crazy! With every breath Mika takes against my area, the butterflies in my stomach fly crazier.

When his tongue brushed my cervix for less than a second, I let out a gasp. Immediately afterwards he pressed his tongue against it and danced with it at the same time. That I'm getting wetter is not only clear to me, but also to Mika, when he was his tongue in my entrance, she explored every single inch inside.

Overwhelmed by shame and lust, I pressed one hand against my mouth so as not to make a noise from you, and the other on his white-blonde hair.

Every time his tongue penetrated deeper and he spread my thighs wider and wider, it honestly hurt, but I don't care about that at the moment because as good as he makes me feel no one is going to do it and I want it too nobody does it because I just want them. Because I just want Mika.

When I thought it couldn't get better, I was wrong. When he started sucking, I was done. My lustful moans got louder every time I sucked, but I do my best that nobody but Mika can hear it. When he freed his tongue from the entrance again, he stuck his middle and ring finger in the next second and didn't give me a second to get used to it. The speed of his fingers is unique!

No matter how much I press my hand against my mouth, my moans stay louder.

Several times his name groaned, which only drove him to increase the speed. My orgasm is nourishing. When I groaned and said I was about to be there, he didn't stop but continued. His tongue dances on my cervix and his fingers successfully hit the G-spot every time, it's just breathtaking!

When my orgasm came, I screamed his name with relish and breathed heavily as I stared at the ceiling.

His beautiful face approached mine, but he devoted his lips to my ears and whispered, "A second round won't hurt you." Aren't my trembling legs enough for him? In the middle of the kiss, I slowly felt his member inside me, but my nails clawed behind his back in pain, we continued the kiss. Now it was Mika who groaned in the middle of the kiss. He closed his eyes and kissed my chest as his hips began to dance. Is it still normal for him to make me feel this way? Because on the one hand I can no longer, on the other hand I want more! Mika's one hand is on my thigh while the other is on my chest. The way he plays sensitive nipples is superb.

I don't know how he makes me feel so good, but I want him to never stop. "Mika, don't stop." I moaned in his ear and wrapped my legs around his waist. When he saw me, I didn't know how to feel. Because his eyes are blood red! He slowly approached my neck. That cold breath worried me even more. He didn't bite me, however, but instead scratched his designated spot with his fangs as the blood flowed from the wound, so it propelled him and made him much faster than before. The clap of our skin was just as loud as the satisfying moans from our mouths. "Y / n." he groaned my name and immediately turned me around. Now my back was visible to him. With both hands on our hips, our bodies clapped together. When I moaned his name one last time, the orgasm came, Mika pulled his member out of me and rubbed it with his hand until finally the white sperm speared out of his body.

𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐏

After Mika helped me cleanse my body, we are back in bed naked. "Do you think we can do it?" Mika asked out of nowhere. “I don't think so, I know, Mika. And I think you should too. "The vampire looked at me lovingly and finally kissed me on the lips and immediately afterwards whispered" Good night, y / n. " "Good night, Mika."

[slashxrose]

Duff Mckagan OneShot~

Title: Moans on the road.

Warnings: rough smut, drugs, dirty lenguage. 

Dirty reading babes~~

Guns n' Roses have been on the road for 2 weeks now and since I was there, I decided to come along, not only because it's always nice to watch them play but also, I can be with Duff., I worked as the photograph of them, a task not very difficult since luckily, they were not as unruly as the tours that I had with Motley Crue a few years ago, therefore it was quite joyful to take good shots for the projects they have to do.

Their next gig was in Houston which meant being on the tour bus for hours. It's been 5 hours on the road so far. I felt tired as hell, I couldn't sleep an eye on all the nights I've been here, unfortunately I had to stay on the same tour bus that they were. Drugs and a lot of alcohol filled the nights, and the main cause of my dark circles and the stressing fatigue.

"Hey, me and the boys are on the back of the bus, wanna go with us? We are gonna have some drinks" Steven told me leaning on the seat that I was sitting on.

"Mmm I don't know, I have to edit these photos for tomorrow and ..." I said showing him the camera, just passing by a photo of him.

"Uuuuhh look how sexy Steven is there." he joked moving his hair.

"See? and with a few more touches you will be much better." I laughed.

He looked at me ironically taking the camera out of my hands and running towards the back of the bus, snorting I followed him praying that he did not drop it on the floor, I would die if that happened since I spent all my savings on that damn camera.

"Steven, damn it." I cursed watching as he entered the room.

The smell of weed hit my nostrils as soon as I entered the room with them, the place was small, there was a red couch round a table in the middle and unfortunately Steven had already reached to sit in between Izzy and SLASH. Duff had his head lowered and leaned on the table, so I could already imagine what he was doing.

I rolled my eyes seeing them, they were calm and laughing at nothing itself which was totally enviable, I was tired, my legs ached from walking in the whole damn stadium all day, my hair was still in a ponytail causing excruciating pain in my head; and without thinking about it, I didn't hesitate to grab the bottle of Jack Daniels from the table and put it on my lips quickly; the hot liquid burned everything in its path as I felt it go down my throat to finally fall into my stomach.

Four crystalline red eyes stared on me as I took the bottle out from my lips, giving me the free pass to look at their surprised faces.

"Don't be surprised guys, this is the least I do." I smiled drinking again, but now a little bit more.

Duff's eyes didn't let go of mine, I felt my cheeks burning just like my mouth was doing, probably turning red as a smile appeared on the Curly's mouth.

"You guys were amazing tonight, as usual." I said, trying to cut the tension in the tiny room.

"We ARE amazing, girl." Slash says drinking the whole cup of beer in a sip.

"He meant that the drums were amazing, I mean, what could they do without me"

Everyone laughed at Steven, including me, but Slash already interrupted him to set up a fight between who contributed the most to the band, the typical thing.

With everyone sitting at the table, I was left standing up, awkwardly leaning against the mini fridge with still the jack daniels in my hand. Duff takes notice that I was pretty uncomfortable, and with his bottom lip nervously pulled between his teeth, he taps his lap and jerks his head to the side in a way that silently says, 'come here'.

Oh shit shit shit.

Slowly I peeled myself away from the mini fridge and approach Duff, tucking my dress under my backside as I sit in his lap. Once seated, I throw an arm around his neck for balance and he rests a hand on my bare knee. 'I'm not a groupie, I'm not a groupie.' I had to remind myself, a breath getting caught in my throat as I imagine him sliding it up between my thighs. I'm very thankful for Steven' voice breaking me from my unholy thoughts that have already begun to dampen my panties.

I started drinking without being aware of what I was doing, the fact of having Duff's hand on my leg and seeing the others having fun and me being a pure spoilsport made me nervous; Duff took the bottle out of my mouth and put it into his.

"Chug that bottle for me." I whispered in his ear as I watched a sideways smile form on his mouth.

He did what I told him quickly, without even thinking, setting the bottle on the table; The alcohol had already started to run through my veins losing all kinds of shame by this time, my cheeks were probably red while the metal music in the background was boggling as it mixed with the screaming voices of Slash and Steven.

Wait .... Slash and Steven? Where the hell is Izzy? When had he left here? But quickly my question hung in the air when I saw him walk through the door with a bowl full of -what I could smell- vodka, gummies and gum. He leaned it on the table and all rushed to grab whatever they found first, which I did too.

I turned to see Duff, I wasn't sure if it's his perfect, pointy, white teeth, or the way the pouty gum around his mouth flexes, accentuating each dimple as he chews, but something about the way Duff does it has me mesmerized.

"Nervous?" I asked.

"Hmmm?" he mumbles, looking confused.

"Sorry. I hope this doesn't come off as weird, but I've noticed you chew gum a lot, like in interviews or when you have to give award speeches. I know you've expressed that speaking isn't exactly your forte, so I just figured it was a nervous habit." Yes, the alcohol made me double the ridicule, I gave myself an internal facepalm to shut my mouth.

"Wow, is it really that obvious?" Duff blushes.

"It's fine," I answered quickly, feeling guilty and embarrassed for even mentioning it in the first place. "Well, if anyone should be nervous it's me." I smiled, hitting myself again, I slid my hand along the couch's thick fabric until it rests alongside his with our pinkies touching.

Duff swallowed hard before speaking again.

"It's just that - well, I'm sure you've noticed all the guys giving me a hard time," he paused. "It's because I haven't had a girlfriend in a few years, or even talked to a girl really, to be honest. And I wasn't only making a pun earlier when I said, you looked out of this world. You're gorgeous," he smiled shyly before looking down into his lap.

"Yeah?" You nudge him playfully, then placing your hand fully on top of his. "Really?"

"No, honey." he smiled, his eyes red as the hell itself, my eyes connected to his instantly squeezing his hand. "You think I didn't notice you undressing me with your eyes," had I really?

I was about to protest when he got closer to me, shortening the gap between us. "It's alright doll. No need to be embarrassed. I'm flattered really."

"You're really full of yourself you know?" I said, challenging.

I swallowed thickly. Was he gonna tell me that I was just one of many admirers he had? Surely this wasn't the first time he offered to sit a girl in his lap and she tried to jump his bones.

"I think I have good reason to be," Duff chuckled, putting an arm behind me. His voice was low and raspy with his next few words, "And like I said it's nothing to be embarrassed about, I mean...I was picturing you in my head too."

I wet my lips, my was head running wild at the implication of his words. He pictured me; that could've meant anything. My heart thrummed against my rib cage in excitement.

"I wasn't lying when I said you were stunning in the check sound" his forehead was resting against me. "I think you're gorgeous and couldn't get you outta my head since I first saw you."

I was speechless for a second. Wow.

"Eat this." he grabbed one of the gums inside the jar filled with alcohol. "Stick out your tongue." he told me he staring at my lips.

I listened to him by sticking the tongue out of my mouth, he carefully placed the white gum on the tip and then grabbed my chin closing it.

"Do you want me?" I asked, plucking up the courage to continue on, "Because I want you."

In a matter of seconds, his lips were hungrily overtaking mine, the bitter taste of beer and tobacco invading my senses. Duff's hands held me by the neck, pressing me closer to him. With his other hand he held me by the hips, getting closer to his body. I could barely stifle the sigh that escaped, the grip I had shirt going slack. I wasn't a greedy person but damn, I just wanted more, anything to feed the aching pit that was making a whole in my belly.

I buried my fingers within his long hair, I was unsure if the grunt he released was out of satisfaction or annoyance but he made no move to pry my hands away. His tongue slid against mine.

"The... the boys." I said nervously, hoping the guys are totally out of the way to know what we were doing -and about to do.-

"They are no longer here." he answered against my lips. "But you were too entertained with my lips to notice that."

His hands were on me, still in my hips. Moving his leg away he peered down in between our bodies. There was a very prominent wet spot in the middle of his dress pants. The hem of my dress was being slowly inched upwards as he murmured against my lips.

"If you wanted me to touch you all you had to do was ask." Goosebumps raised as more and more of my flesh was exposed, my dress bunching up around my hips. The cool metal of his fingers only furthering the shiver that ran through my body.

I watched with bated breath as his hand slid down the seat of my damp panties. Slick clung to the skin of my inner thighs leaving a sticky feeling. I had gotta so worked up from such little attention, usually, I'd be embarrassed but now I was too worked up to care. I needed him to make me cum now.

"Well?" his hand stopped, just barely brushing against my clothed clit.

I furrowed your brows at him, "Well what?'

"Tell me where you want me to touch you."

A simple request. My cheeks grew hot and I cast my gaze aside. It was like he lived to see me flustered. He knew exactly what I wanted so why was he going through the trouble of making me ask for it.

"I-I," I rolled my eyes, it was stupid of me to be feeling shy now with all the drugs in my veins, "I want you to use your fingers on me, stretch me out. Get me nice and ready for your cock."

He lifted me directly still in his arms to lean me letting my legs on the floor after reaching against the wall of the bus, I felt the sound of the road rumbled on my back. He slides my panties down my leg, a silvery string of fluid dripping down as soon as the soiled material past my knees. Duff pockets my underwear and I can't find it in myself to berate him. His fingers circled my clit, gaze heavy on my form. My chest heaved with each passing breath, eyes squeezing shut. His head rested in my neck, his hair tickling my cheek.

"Fuck D-Duff..."

God, he was so good with his hands.

My eyes rolled to the back of my head when he pressed one finger into my sopping hole. His hands were so big, I could only imagine how well-endowed he must be. There was a slight burn that accompanied the second finger. He's got his thumb pressed up against my clit, sloppily rubbing against the sensitive bundles of nerves as his fingers work at the spongy spot that made you see white.

"Shit," he sounds far away, as if he isn't standing right in front of me, "I love the way you say my name."

Using his free hand he hooks my leg around his hip, spreading my legs wider. My head lolls backwards and a fuzzy feeling runs through my body, pleasure seeping out of my core. His name is like a prayer, repeated over and over again, mixing in with incoherent pleas. I'm begging him to get me there, to that high that never felt as good when I brought myself there.

His fingers didn't stop moving, going out and into me, my back arched throwing my head back. Moans escaped my mouth as all that went through my head was the way his thumb touching my clit gently, making me squirm with pleasure.

"Oh Duff babe, I'm about to... o-oh fuck." I moaned touching this soft curls.

I have to remind myself to breathe when the orgasm hits, the spasms running through my body made my legs shake. It's a rippling feeling that washes over me, my fingers curling against his chest as needy moans spill out. A gratification like no other. It felt like a stellar collision that amasses into a black hole. Oh, so good until a nagging sense of need settles back into my stomach, that is just screaming inside of me for more.

The muscles in my upper thigh twitches, I'm finding it hard to stand now. Duff hasn't stopped his movements, his fingers ruthless almost killing my cunt again. He notices how my legs are beginning to buckle and how hoarse my voice has gone.

"You doing alright honey? You like it?" his mouth runs down my neck, leaving little wet kisses making their way to my mouth.

"Yes, God yes." I replied, almost moaning in his lips.

It's less of an affirmation and more of a pleasured sigh.

He's quick to bring me to my high once more, my clit throbbing in oversensitivity with how ruthlessly he's circling the numb. My nails are now digging into his chest through his shirt as I steady against him. I feel tingly and a flush had settled over my body.

When he finally gets up, he brought his fingers up to his lips, the sight of him sucking my juices off his fingers is almost erotic, my eyes couldn't be torn away from this.

"God, you taste heavenly," he sighs. "I could spend an eternity between your legs, just eating you up."

"You'd like that wouldn't you?"

I sloppy kissed the underside of his jaw, my fingers moving on their own to unbutton more of his shirt, trailing down his body, only pausing when I reach his belt unbuckling it. Frustration builds as I struggle to do so, Duff pushed my hands away to get the deed done.

"Whoever made your belt is an asshole," I huff in annoyance, "It shouldn't be that fucking difficult to unloop."

He paid no mind to me as he finished unzipping his pants. I swallowed thickly as I refocused on the task at hand. There was a blotch of precum staining his briefs. Licking my lips I tugged down on the waistband, His cock sprung out, slapping against his abdomen. I took in the sight, mouth-watering slightly. I was more than pleased to note that yet another rumor seemed to be true, it was big, really big.

His reputation didn't disappoint him.

My fingers wrapped around the base; he's leaked so much precum that I don't even need to spit onto my hand to "lube" him up. Duff's head falls back as I jerk him off, he makes the smallest sounds when my thumb brushed against the head.

I was about to sink to my knees when Duff's hand encased my wrist.

"Is something wrong?" I blinked at him.

"No, of course not," he squeezed my shoulder softly, "I'd just rather fuck you right now because I can't take it anymore."

I moaned at his words. He gripped my hips to lead me to the couch again, but now I was turned around facing the wall, palm pressing on my lower back to bend me over. Duff's hands roamed over my ass and hips, without leaving any space of my skin and curves untouched

I heard the sound of the door opening, my heart stopped as I watched Slash’s face peek through the door, passing from having his eyes almost closed because of how high he was, to wide open like two plates for seeing the scene of my almost naked body with his already naked blond friend.

Duff was as if nothing happened while my hands didn't reach to cover me at all.

"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck." My despair was at an all-time high.

Slash started laughing.

"Calm down honey, it's not the first time I've seen Duff in these situations." I looked at Duff to which he nodded also laughing.

"He usually invites me, can I stay?" Slash wanted to get closer in small steps but Duff cut him off.

"Fuck, I want to do it just once in my life, go away." He shouted him.

"I know you're going to ask to join my groupies and I'm going to say no, asshole." Slash left the room slamming the door.

"What the hell was that?" I asked altered.

"Nothing sweetheart."

I squealed loudly when a hand came down to clap against my ass. I glanced at him over my shoulder, he paid no mind and he continued to toy with my body.

"Sorry honey, I just couldn't help myself."

His playful saccharine tone was oh so sweet. It made me melt.

My forearms were braced against the wall, if I was lucky, I'd make the night out with minimal skin irritation. The head of his cock rubbed against my folds, collecting my juices, that's so hot, I can feel my skin burning. He slowly sunk his cock into me, letting me adjust to each inch as my walls stretched around him. Duff kissed my neck and whispered sweet praises to me as he bottomed out.

"There you go baby," his voice is soft, almost inaudible, "You're taking me so well."

His blunt nails dig into my waist. He's practically vibrating in anticipation, just waiting for the go-ahead to rail me. Biting my lip, I inhaled sharply; the tip of his cock felt like it was bumping against my cervix. The bitter sting wasn't all that bad, not when it was accompanied by the jerk of my clit.

"Duff," my voice was pitchy, thick with need, "I need you to move. Fuck... me...please." the mixture of alcohol and the sensation of pleasure flooded my body, everything felt as if I was standing on a cloud that at any moment was going to fall.

He started off with the painstakingly slow drag of his hips, savoring the feeling of my walls clenching around him. The sight of me completely at his mercy was burnt into his mind. He drank in each and every one of my sounds, eyes mesmerized at the sight of his cock disappearing between my folds.

I let my head dropped in between my arms. I tried to convince myself and to try to forget the fact that anyone at this moment could hear Duff's name repeatedly slip from my lips, but it's not possible. Duff used my shoulder for leverage, pulling my shoulder back in time with his hips. Each thrust of his has my shoes leaving the ground, and when he finally grows tired of his deep and leisurely strokes, jackhammers me at a brutal pace. The low sound of his moans mixed in with mines, growing louder and louder with each second.

"Damn, you don't know what a beautiful view I'm having from here." his hands slide up my ass as he slowly admires me with his gaze.

Duff instantly paused.

"What's wrong?" I asked turning myself to look at him.

"Shh babygirl, and feel this." he said in a whisper.

He reached over to the table, dipping his fingers into the last powdery bits of the cocaine before returning to rub thoroughly over my inner lips and clit.

"And a little bit for me." He put some of the white powder on my back, forming a fine line with his fingers;

"Now yes, the view is more than perfect."

He leaned his head towards my back cleaning the white dust, running his finger cleaning all the rest that was left and then putting it on his thin lips.

Oh god, this's too fucking sexy.

The tingles and heat came on faster this time and founding myself leaning forward, lifting and twisting myself back down onto his cock to try and relieve the pressure. Every motion brought a new burst of pleasure, blocking out rational thought. I dropped to my hands and hung my head as I fucked myself back against Duff's hard body.

His thighs rubbed against the inside of mine, his blond long hair abrading and turning my skin pink. I could see where Duff entered my body looking down, see how I stretched to accommodate him, see how he glistened with our combined juices. I could see Duff's hand, still curled over my mound and pressing against my clit, my purity ring circling the middle of his pinkie, pointing right to where his cock fucking me. The forbidden carnality of the image had me shuddering with an unexpected burst of heat.

"Oh, my God baby." I moaned out loud. "Damn Duff I'm gonna cum." Every touch burned me like hell itself, I needed so much more from him.

Our bodies still reeling from our previous climax

"Where," he croaked out, "Where do -shit- where do you want it?"

"Huh?" my mind was hazy, filled to the brim with bliss. My head swimming with thoughts because of the drugs. The sporadic jerks of his hips should have been telling enough. But I was too fucked out to connect any sort of dots. My mind zeroed in on the stars that danced across my vision and didn't let up until I felt his cock twitch inside me.

"A-Ah damn... are you close?"

"Yes." His voice was nearing needy. "I'm so fucking close."

"Shit, me too." moans did not let out of my mouth.

"Inside, I want -fuck- no I need you to cum inside of me." My voice trembled as I spoke.

I'd beg if I had to. I was good at begging when the situation called for it. "Please Duff, please."

His hips rammed into mine, curses spilt under his breath with the occasional whine of my name. My oversensitive walls practically milk his cock when he cum, hips rolling into mine until he couldn't take it anymore. The cries of my name and his reverberate, bouncing around in my brain, all the meaningless words dropping away from my subconscious as he babbles on.

I can feel how his cum dribbles down my thighs when he pulls out, and he half-heartedly tries to scoop it back into my leaking hole. Despite his attempts, my inner thighs remained a sticky mess.

Duff's the only thing keeping me upright at this point, his vice grip securing me. I lean against him while he fixes himself up, face smushed against his chest.

"I- that was... amazing." I said almost out of breath, my cunt still throbbing because of the orgasm as I felt my legs shake.

"Definitely this has to happen more often, who would say that the photograph would fuck so well" He laughed leaving kisses all over my back.

"Well... surprise." I laughed back at him. "I need a round two."

[labradorite-princess]

I agreed to go and now I am freaking out.

My therapist told me it's my family who needs to make it up me and not the other way around. And that I do not need to put up with their disrespect anymore. I can just walk away if they start any of their bullshit. But I'm still so scared. I feel like the sad little girl who was mistreated all those years and spent nights crying in her room alone.

I agreed to go bc I want to show support for my cousin and his future wife. He's been nothing but nice to me my whole life. I've never had any issues with him. The issues are with most of my aunts and uncles and my older cousins. I want him to know I'm happy for him. And I want his future wife to know I'm on her side. My dad's side of the family can be summed up as "we're better than you because we're Catholic and we will look down on you because of this." I'm worried how the rest of the family will treat her. My mom made sure my sister and I weren't raised that way. But all my other family was raised believing this garbage. Also, for some reason, my dad's side of the family HATES fat ppl. More than the gays. Which says a lot bc Catholics. And my cousin's future wife is "heavy" according to my cousin's mom. Who has expressed her dislike of her (cousin's future wife) to my mom because for that reason. She (my aunt - cousin's mom) never said anything bad about my cousin's future wife other than her weight. As one of the few fat members of the family I want her to know she's not alone. Bc my family will comment on her weight to her. I want to tell her how pretty she looks. I want to make her feel confident bc she deserves to feel that way on her special day.

She's marrying a great man. I want my cousin and his future wife to have a wonderful day. I've never met her but she can't be anything but amazing if she caused my cousin to fall in love with her.

My cousin even reached out to my sister to say he hopes I can come. I never thought any of them would miss me. One of the issues I've had with my dad's side of the family was the constant comparison to my cousin who is 6 months older than me (not the cousin getting married). I was always second best. Never the center of attention. Everyone would pay attention to her and not me. And her parents had to make it so she was better at everything than me. I remember when my Grandpa was in the hospital and my uncle made a big deal about my cousin being in advanced classes and having a 2.5 GPA. I just mentioned I was also in advanced classes and had a 3.8 GPA. We went to different high schools. (My choice. I could have gone to the same school as her but I didn't want too). My uncle had to ask my older cousin (not the one getting married) who is a teacher which school had "the better" advanced classes.

I haven't been to a family gathering on my dad's side of the family in like 7/8 years maybe longer. I've seen a few family members throughout the years but not many and never all of them at once. My dad's side of the family is v large. My dad is 1 of 9. All but 2 had at least 1 child. Most had more. And I'm one of the youngest. So my older cousin's have been having kids. There's an insane amount of us. I'm worried about seeing all of them again. What will I tell them? The truth? That most of you and their parents caused me an insane amount of childhood trauma? That you caused me to have eating disorders? That you caused me to start self harming? That I think some of you hid the fact my dad was cheating on my mom from her? That I hate you bc you encouraged my dad to drink and just pretended my mom no longer existed after my dad left her 6 months after she had a massive heart attack and died 6 times on the operating table? She was still recovering! She had to relearn how to walk! It's a mircale she survived let alone didn't have any brain damage! How do you think I'm not mad at you for telling my dad to put her in a nursing home while she was having her first surgery? You guys had no idea what was going on! And were already planning on getting rid of her! How can I not hate you for not even asking my sister and I if we were doing okat after my dad moved out? We would have told you our mom spent all her time crying and threating to kill herself! We had no money! Our mom was only working part time at the time my dad left! You discarded us like you discarded our mom! I can't tell them all that. Not at my cousin's wedding at least. It's a happy event. Idk what to do.

I’m being guilt tripped into going to a wedding.

[minty-mumbles]

LU Survey Responses Part Three: Favorites and Least Favorties

Part One: Demographics

Part Two: General Questions

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#1:

#2:

#3:

#4:

Other Responses: Legend/Ravio/Marin (4), Wind/Tetra (2), Wild/Ravali, Time/Nabooru, Hyrule/Aurora, Four/Dot/Shadow, Every single WLW Zelda ship, Some variation of "I love them all, fuck you" (4), Who cares about ships I want found family

#5:

#6:

#7: An assortment of answers from the free response, under the cut because there are many:

:p

The Snail From the New Update!!!!!!!!!!!

🌹 for you!

I love the Legend of Zelda and Linked Universe! Also I don't dislike any of the Links, and Legend is pretty much tied for favorite with Time for me. Really just depends on my mood or something (or how recently I've played one of their games).

Consider the following: Golden Sword FI

Froggie

i wanna see shadow in the comic so fucking badly jojo please 😭

One time I was playing the og Loz and I couldn't find the second dungeon to go to but I managed to find the second last dungeon or something by running past a horde of lynels and I managed to bs my way through half of it until I got stuck in a room with an enemy I had to kill to leave but wasn't able to kill with my lack of tools and it couldn't kill me so I had to restart the whole game and I haven't played since. Also if you attack a cucco in Twilight Princess, it doesn't attack you; instead you become the cucco for a few seconds and can flap around and scream

Do u like Mac and cheese

yeah twilight princess is my favourite game and i haven’t played it but in my defence i’m a goth

the Pokémon Mystery Dungeon DX remake of the song "Sky Tower" bangs and you should check it out (if you want)

Four is all but canonically the spirit of the Four Sword, and there's so much evidence for it in his games and even his personality in LU, but I feel like this is underrepresented in people's headcanons because people don't know as much about Four.

i hope youre having a good day <33 -@soul-of-rei

Fun Fact: The “Ballad Of The Windfish” from Link’s Awakening is in the melody of the Hyrule Castle main theme (outdoors) for some reason snd I noticed it like yesterday and I can’t tell if they did this with consideration for lore or if they just used it because the Ballad Of The Windfish only shows up in one game and is therefore a less well known and less likely to be noticed detail so they reused the song to not have to make a new song. On the other hand, TP and SS were two other games remastered for Switch and beyond simple convenience both games have a lot of interesting details that show up in and add to botws lore so maybe Link’s Awakening has significance to botw or botw 2 too and no one noticed hrmmmmm sorry this became an unintended theory ramble

Why does ganon hate the internet? There are too many links hehehehe

Tell your followers they're amazing!!! - Nayra

I really like linked universe. There’s so much room for creativity in the fandom. I love to see all the different interpretations of Link! :)

Vultures throw up when they feel threatened

We got a new kitten, his name is Maui, and he likes head boops. This has nothing to do with LU but I thought it was important.

the ocean is soup. this is an undeniable fact.

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=dQw4w9WgXcQ

This section I like to call "gushing over the various Links"

i don't think enough people realize that wind killed a man

I love wind so much he's my little guy I wanna pay for his college tuition

Wind deserves much more attention in the fandom he's my little pirate dude

Shout out to my boy Hyrule for being so cute

#BringSkyBackFromTheGasStation

Wind is best boy

Wolfie is best boy

Wild is my comfort for my mental health. I guess I project?

Grandaddy Wolfie >>>>

The fact I could only choose one favourite hurt, I was here for like 3 minutes deciding who to pick between Sky and Warrior's :'D

spent a solid 10 minutes trying to decide who i could say was my least favourite link because i love them all so much

And I'm not pasting the whole thing in here, but let it be known that the entire bee movie script, the wikipedia page for the chair, and the fitness gram pacer test were submitted

[lightmeuplivly]

Life with you In it

eddie munson x reader

summary: how you and eddie got together…

word count 2.9k

warnings: super tiny bit of angst, fighting, overall fluff

AN: Please lmk if you want a part 2 because I sorta left this unfinished

As soon as Eddie saw you for the first time he knew he was in love. You had just transferred to Hawkins Middle school. You were sitting in one of the chairs in the front writing in your sparkly pink notebook with a pink sparkly pen. He didn’t even know your name and he was already planning the wedding. The day you transferred was the day of the middle school talent show. The first time you saw him he was on the stage with his band rocking out to a metal song they wrote. You thought he was so cool. When he got off the stage you walked up to him to tell him how cool his song was.

“Hi, I'm Y/n, and I thought your band was super cool. How’d you learn to play guitar like that?” He was starstruck. His palms were starting to sweat. The prettiest girl in the whole world thought his band was not only cool but super cool.

“I, uh, I kinda taught myself. I could, um, teach you if you want.” Why would he say that? He was already used to rejection so he already prepared himself for you to say no.

“Yes! That would be amazing. I've always wanted to learn how to play.” you said excitedly while smiling. Eddie’s eyes widened. He for sure thought you were going to say no and walk away, but his heart melted when you said you wanted to learn from him.

“Okay, yeah, just tell me when. My name is Eddie by the way.” he said while smiling.

“I’ll let you know, bye Eddie” you said before you turned around and walked away. He muttered a ‘Bye Y/n’ before he walked away back to his band. The rest of that day he couldn’t stop smiling.

~

A week later you decided to ask Eddie for a lesson. He asked if you guys could go to your house. You didn’t think anything of it so you said yes. He said it was because he lived far away but the real reason was because he was embarrassed about where he lived. He didn’t want you to think any less of him. When you both arrived at your house you went to your room and he started to tell you about what each string sounds like.(I have know idea how to play guitar so sorry if this doesn't make sense)

“So this string makes the lowest sound so if I’m doing a low sounding song like I did at the talent show I would string this one the most” he explained excitedly. You saw how his eyes would light up every time he would talk about his guitar. You could tell that this was something really important to him and it was cute to see him so happy.

You guys had spent about hours learning, laughing, and having the best time of your life. By the time your parents said it was time for Eddie to go home it was 8:30 and at this time of year it was already dark outside.

“Eds, do you need a ride home?” you started to call him ‘Eds’ during your lesson which made his heart skip a beat everytime. “ I know you said you lived far away so maybe you would need a ride,” you really didn’t want him walking all the way home in the dark. Eddie knew that in reality he only had to walk 10 minutes to get to his trailer but he really didn’t want you to know where he lived.

“No it’s okay I can walk I’ll be fine” he tried to reassure you, but you weren’t having it. “Eddie, it's really no trouble, me and my dad can drive you home.” He looked at you with a nervous face. “Please Eds, I would feel terrible if something happened to you.” Eddie knew that it would come to this. It was the best day of his life so it obviously had to come to an end. After telling you where he lived you would probably never talk to him again. 

“Okay you can drive me home” he sighed out defeatedly. You didn't catch how sad he sounded so you just went along with it. “Alright my dad’s in the car waiting so let’s go” you spoke smiling.

He sighed one more time before you both walked out your room to your dad’s car.

~

You and Eddie both sat in the back while your dad was up front. “Alright son, where am I going?” 

Your dad said.

“Uh, Forest Hills Trailer Park” he said quietly, but you and your dad heard him. “Wait. Eddie, you live in Forest Hills?” 

He hung his head low and spoke, “ Yeah I didn’t want to tell you because I was embarrassed.”

You looked at him confused.

“Why would you be embarrassed, Eds?” you spoke quietly while your dad started driving. 

“Because if you knew that I lived in a trailer park you wouldn’t want to hang out with me.” What? Why would he ever think that?

“Eds,” you started. “I don’t care where you live, I care about you. I would still hangout with you even if you were living on the streets. Cause to me you’re cool no matter what” you admitted quietly so your dad didn’t hear your conversation. Eddie lifted his head and turned to you with a smile. “ Y/n you might just be my best friend” you laughed “Good because you might just be my best friend too.”

~

Ever since that day you guys have been best friends. Until one day in sophomore year. Eddie picked you up from your house to take you to school like he’s been doing for the past few weeks now that he has his license and his van. “Good Morning, sweetheart. Got my breakfast?”

You rolled your eyes with a smirk. “As always, toast with peanut butter” “You know me so well”

Ever since seventh grade you both had a crush on each other. And as you grew so did your feelings. You were in love with your best friend, and had no idea how to tell him.You didn’t notice that he was looking at you so you popped in a Dio cassette and started to sing the music.

“Don’t let your new friends hear you sing this, they may try to have you committed” he said while trying to eat his toast while driving.

“Screw them, this is my favorite song. And hey eat when we get to school. I don't want to go to the hospital the night of the big game I'm supposed to be cheering at.” he laughed while setting the toast on the dashboard.

When Eddie parked you both got out of the van and walked to the doors. “Alright Eds, I’ll see you at lunch?”

“Yeah you’ll see me” you gave him a hug and ran to your first class. He loved watching you run to class. He loved to see your face when you got a good grade on a test and he was the first person you would show. He loved you. He was in love with you, and didn’t know how to tell you. 

The day went by fast. You sat with each other at lunch and laughed the whole time. Any time you spent time with him was always full of laughs and smiles. It was 7:00 in the evening, the start of the championship basketball game. You were on the sidelines shaking your pom poms everytime Hawkins made a point. Every now and then you made eye contact with Eddie in the stands. He would make a funny face and you would giggle behind your pom poms. 

The game was tied with 7 seconds left on the clock. It was Hawkins ball and one of the players made a game winning three pointer. The crowd went wild. Everyone except the supporters of the other team were on their feet yelling and cheering. All of the cheerleaders dispersed to go over to their boyfriends who were on the basketball team. You slipped to the stands to find Eddie. You found him and gave him a big hug.

“You did great, sweetheart” he muttered proudly in your hair. You squeezed him tighter. “Thank you, Eds.” You looked up at him with a big smile.

As you guys walked out of the gym side by side. Your hands were brushing up against each other. Your heart fluttered with butterflies. It was peaceful until…

“Hey cheerleader maybe you should ditch that boy and be with a man” you turned around to find some guy from the other basketball team.

“Excuse me?” you said confused. Who even was this guy?

“I’m just saying, your little boyfriend here probably can’t take care of you like I can. And you just look so good in this little cheer uniform baby I should probably just take you hom-” the guy didn’t get to finish his sentence before Eddie punched him square in the face. 

“Eddie!” you exclaimed. The guy bounced back before he punched Eddie in the jaw. You tried to get in between them and try to stop the fight but you couldn’t. Punch after punch you tried to pry the guy off of Eddie until some other people from the basketball team saw and broke them up.

Eddie was standing there weakly. Tears started to fill your eyes. You ran to him trying to inspect the damage to his body. “Eddie, are you okay? I'm so sorry. I’m taking you back to my place.” you both walked to his van and took the keys out of his pocket. “I’m driving. I don’t care what you say.” you had your permit but you didn’t have your license yet but this would be a good learning experience. Your hands were a little shaky but you calmed down when Eddie wrapped his hand around yours.

When you made it to your house you both walked to your door when you pulled your house keys from out of your pocket to open the door. When you unlocked the door you walked in and told Eddie to sit on the couch in the living room and wait for you. You went to the kitchen to get a first aid kit and an ice pack. When you got back to the living room you turned on the tv and sat on the coffee table to clean his face.

“Oh, Eddie. I am so sorry. I never meant for any of this to happen.” you whispered with tears welling up in your eyes. You looked at his face and you saw that he had a bruise on his cheekbone, a cut on his jaw, and he had a black eye. He brought his thumb up to your face to catch a tear that had fallen. “You should see the other guy,” he joked. That made you crack a smile. “There’s that smile,” he laughed. “Shut up, I was so worried about you,” you said. He smiled as he brought both hands to cup your cheeks.

“It’s okay it was not your fault. And I’m okay, just a little bruised” he spoke lowly. You rolled your eyes with a smile. You opened the first aid kit on your lap and got out alcohol to clean the cut on his jaw. He winced a little. “I’m sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you” you said apologetically. He stroked your cheeks as a response. You put a band-aid on the cut and moved on to the ice part. He dropped his hands from your face and placed them on his lap. You softly put the ice on his cheekbone. “You know I could get used to you taking care of me” He said softly. 

You laughed dryly “The least I could do since you got into a fight for me.” He smiled as he brought his hands back up to cup your cheeks. “I would do anything for you sweetheart” he admitted. “Anything?” you said while leaning forward. “Yeah, anything for the girl I love”

Your eyes widened. He loves me? He leaned forward to rest his forehead against yours. You nervously dropped the ice from his face and put your bare hand there. 

“You love me?” you said suddenly out of breath.

“Yes sweetheart,” he spoke calmly.

“ In a friend way or more than a friend way?”

He chucked “More than a friend way”

“Good” you sighed out before you leaned in and kissed him. The kiss was soft and sweet. Butterflies filled your stomach, you were kissing Eddie Munson. You sat up from the coffee table and on to his lap. You leaned back to get some air.

“Oh and if it wasn’t clear, I love you too.” you admitted while leaning back in to kiss him again. The kiss turned into a make-out before Eddie leaned back. 

“Are your parents home?” 

“No, there gone for a three day vacation in Chicago,”

“So they're not gonna be here tomorrow?” 

You shook your head no.

“Good” he said before he picked you up and ran upstairs to your bedroom. 

From that day on you and Eddie were going steady.

~

You and Eddie’s relationship blossomed over the next few years and you were excited to graduate even though Eddie wasn’t graduating with you. It was sad at first but all he needed was to pass one class and you would definitely help him next year.

“Y/n Y/l/n” It was your turn to walk the stage. You stepped upon the stage with your heels and walked to get your diploma. You saw Eddie standing up clapping loudly for you. You smiled and blew him a kiss. You loved that man more than life itself. 

After the ceremony was over you ran to Eddie and jumped in his arms,  he spun you around in circles which made you a little dizzy but it was okay. 

“I am so proud of you sweetheart.” he said while kissing your temple. After hugging your boyfriend you hugged your parents. “We are so proud of you sweetie, so have you decided what you're gonna do?” right you had to decide what to do, go to college or take a gap year. You talked to Eddie about it and he said that he wants you to be happy. He was so understanding in these types of situations. “I decided to take a gap year,” you said while smiling at Eddie. He hugged you from behind, happy and relieved that you decided to take a year off.

~

During the summer you decided to get a job to have some cash and maybe save some money for an apartment for you and Eddie. It was the middle of the school year when you found out your boyfriend started a club to play D&D with some freshmen. You remember when you were in middle school when he was teaching you how to play guitar he also taught you how to play a little D&D. You thought it was sweet of him to do that. You would sometimes come visit and he would have you sit on his lap in his throne at the head of the table. It was kinda awkward but everyone treated you nicely. As time moved on you helped Eddie study and pass all of his classes. When he realized he was on track to graduate you guys talked about your life when he does.

“So what do you plan to do after you graduate Eds?” you asked. You were at his trailer watching tv while he was making a sandwich in the kitchen.

“I don’t know maybe college or maybe try this rock band thing” he admitted. He thought you might say it was stupid to try to start a band. “Yes! You definitely should do the band thing.”

His eyes lifted up to yours and he smiled. You were always his biggest fan. You went to every gig at The Hideout and sung the words to every song. He was stupid to think that you wouldn’t believe in him.

“Alright then maybe I will,” he muttered as you walked in the kitchen and hugged him from behind. “Good because your band is amazing” in that moment something clicked in his head.

~

It was a week until graduation and Eddie was at his trailer with his uncle.

“Wayne, I have been in love with this girl since I was twelve years old and I want to marry her” Eddie leaned up against the wall while his uncle was in the kitchen eating.

“She’s the love of my life, she’s sweet, smart, kind, beautiful, and she is my biggest fan. I couldn’t live a day without her. She is honestly a part of me, when i’m with her I feel like i’m in heaven she just drives me crazy with everything she does. I want to have a family with her and I want to grow old with her.” Eddie poured his heart out to his uncle.

“Where’s the ring?” was Wayne’s only response.

Eddie reached into his pocket and pulled out a blue velvet box. He opened it and Wayne saw a silver ring with a single diamond. Wayne’s eyes widened. “Well I'll be damned. Where did you get the money from?”

“All of my weed money,” Eddie smiled 

“Well when are you gonna do it?”

“Graduation day, i’m gonna take her to dinner and then ask her”

Wayne smiled and walked over to his nephew and gave him a hug. “She’s the one Eddie” Eddie hugged him back while smiling so big. Next week is gonna be the best.