#if you find this and youre her no you didnt

[shikaizer]

THE ALCHEMY. WBB PLAYERS.

' wheres the thropy she just comes running over to me '

instead of celebrating for their win, they priorotized you first.

ft — paige. caitlin. juju. aubrey. kk. azzi. nika. jana. morgan.

PAIGE BUECKERS

the announcer called her name "paige bueckers." handing her the MVP trophy, her team clapped, cameras flashed but her eyes kept searching the stands, the moment she spotted you, standing shyly near the edge of the gym, her whole expression changed.

instead of raising the trophy, she walked straight off the court, people called her back, coaches, teammates, but she didnt stop, she walked until she was in front of you, her gold medal still swinging from her neck.

“hold this” she said, gently putting the trophy in your hands “none of it means anything if i cant share it with you first.”

JUJU WATKINS

everyone was popping champagne and filming TikToks, but she slipped away, dodging reporters and friends to find you waiting in the tunnel, just like you promised.

you smiled weakly, not sure if you belonged in the chaos of her world tonight, but when she saw you, her face softened, like she finally breathed again, before you could congratualate her, she grabbed your hand and kissed your forehead “come with me”

"where?"

"anywhere but here" she squeezed.

CAITLIN CLARK

as soon as the game ended, she pointed up at you in the stands, then jogged straight over, not even waiting for the celebration to kick off.

she reached the front row and grinned, still panting “did you see that shot?!” you laughed, nodding “i did, you were amazing.” then she climbed up, into the stand, just to pull you into a kiss.

gasps from fans, a couple teammates cheering "you should be out there with them” you whispered “and miss this? no chance.” she held your face like it was the only victory she needed “your the best part of my win.”

AUBREY GRIFFIN

The final buzzer echoed through the gym, and the crowd erupted, her team swarmed the court, screaming, hugging, confetti falling like snow, but she wasnt with them.

you stood in the back of the bleachers, a little overwhelmed, your heart pounding, not from the game, but from everything else lately, you didnt expect her to look your way, let alone run.

but she did, still in her sweaty jersey, cheeks flushed and eyes wild, she sprinted straight to you, ignoring the cameras, the coaches, and the celebration.

she threw you in her arms and you squeeled laughing "i told you this win would be for you." you felt her breath in your hair, you hugged her back "you could be out there celebrating..."

she pulled back just enough to look at you "no way, i wanted this first.”

AZZI FUDD

her teammates were piling into the bus, already blasting music and shouting about where to go next.

but she stayed back, next to you in the parking lot, leaning against your car with her arm around your waist.

"you sure you dont want to go with them?" you asked, watching her team disappear down the street.

she glanced at you, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear “nah, loud music and sweaty hugs dont compare to a quiet night with you in my hoodie.” you smiled “you earned that party, though.”

“i earned you too, and thats what im choosing.”

KK ARNOLD

her phone kept buzzing, texts from teammates, invitations, selfies, but she was lying on your chest in the quiet hotel room, the city lights outside the window, her championship ring already tossed somewhere on the floor.

“your missing the party” you murmured, brushing her hair back.

“im not missing anything” she whispered back “this is the real win.” you held her tighter, and she sighed, peaceful, happy “let them celebrate without me, all I need is right here.”

NIKA MUHL

Above the crowd, she kept scanning the sea of faces, her smile dropped slightly when she didnt see you.

then she spotted you, near the back, quietly clapping, almost retreating, she jumped down, walked through the team like they werent even there, her shoes squeaked against the court until she was in front of you.

“no way im celebrating without this” she said, pulling you into her arms.

people stared, cameras caught it, she didnt care.

JANA EL ALFY

the team had a big celebration planned, a fancy dinner with speeches, toasts, and cameras, it was a big deal, but you were home, curled on the couch in one of her hoodies, then you heard keys at the door.

she stepped in, still wearing her game day sweats, you blinked “wait, what about the team dinner?” she grinned and dropped her bag “told them I had better plans” then she climbed into your lap and kissed you like this was what she fought for on the court.

MORGAN CHELI

the gym floor was chaos, music thumping, streamers flying, everyone crowding around her with champagne and cameras.

but she caught your eye across the court, and that little glance pulled her straight to you, she reached you, grabbed your hand, and tugged you into a corner, away from everyone, you laughed “what are you doing?” she leaned in, pressed her lips to your ear, and whispered “i dont care about any of it if I dont get to share it with you.”

masterlist.

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[aventurineswife]

OMG OMG SO IMAGINW

dan heng gepard jiaoqiu and aven with a super sneaky, smart, and mischievous reader who like likes to randomly smalc their butt?? Like not in a weird way she just likes to smack them and then run off

she also likes pranking them and sometimes puts weird stuff in their food…

and then after she pranks you or whatever youll find her peeking at you from afar, wondering if youre gonna tru to get her back or if youll just move on

also bonus but imagine she is also in love with spice and her jiaoqiu would just be, terrorizing his patients

and for everyone else she’ll force them to eat spicy food and if they dont shes breaking up with them

also could you pretend jiaoqiu didnt turn blind

OKEY TYYY POOKS STAY HYDRATED

Can't Help Falling In Love

Tags: Dan Heng x Reader, Jiaoqiu x Reader, Gepard x Reader, Aventurine x Reader, Female!Reader, Fluff, Humor, Playful teasing, Light-hearted pranks, Affection, Mischievous behavior, Spicy food, Clinginess, Established Relationship.

Warnings: Mild suggestive content (slapping butt/read), Spicy food pranks (potential for discomfort), Playful teasing that may border on embarrassment for characters, Light physical affection, Jiaoqiu's not blind.

A/N: I forgot what I was writing by the second part of each characters so uh... Yeah 🧍‍♀️

The atmosphere aboard the Astral Express was quiet, as usual, save for the soft hum of the engines and the occasional chatter of the crew. Dan Heng sat at his usual post in the observation deck, his spear resting beside him as he stared out into the vastness of space. His mind wandered, as it often did, lost in the weight of his thoughts. Yet, there was a familiar feeling creeping at the edges of his awareness—a playful energy that seemed to follow him wherever he went.

He didn’t need to look up to know who was approaching.

Smack!

The sudden sound of a playful slap on his rear (more like his butt but ahem) broke his concentration. His eyes narrowed as he shot a glance over his shoulder, but by the time he did, the mischievous culprit was already disappearing around the corner.

“You’re getting bolder every day,” he muttered under his breath, feeling his cheeks flush slightly despite himself.

This wasn’t the first time it had happened. In fact, it had become almost a routine—one that he both dreaded and… tolerated. He wasn’t sure which emotion he felt more.

Dan Heng sighed, his hand unconsciously brushing the spot where you had smacked him. He could already picture you, your smile full of mischief as you ran off, knowing full well that he wouldn’t chase after you. That was his nature—calm, stoic, always in control. Yet, you seemed to be the one person who managed to get under his skin, even if just a little.

As if on cue, he heard the soft sound of light footsteps behind him. He knew it was you before he even turned around. There you were, peeking from around the corner, eyes glinting with curiosity as you waited to see if he’d retaliate or simply move on.

He did nothing, just resumed his position at the window, pretending not to notice you staring at him. That always seemed to frustrate you, but it was the only way he knew how to deal with your antics. If he acknowledged you too much, it would only encourage you.

But that didn’t stop you from testing his limits.

Later that day, at dinner, Dan Heng sat down at the table, ready to focus on his meal and avoid distractions. But, as he dug into his food, a familiar heat started to build in his mouth. He paused, his brow furrowing as he realized what had happened.

"Did you…?" he began, but the question caught in his throat as his mouth burned.

You were sitting across from him, acting completely innocent as you shoved another bite of your own food into your mouth.

“What?” you said with a shrug, though your eyes were bright with mischief. “I don’t know what you're talking about."

Dan Heng’s face turned slightly red as he pushed his plate away, reaching for his water, but it did nothing to quell the spice that was taking over his senses.

He glanced at you, giving you a deadpan stare. "I can’t believe you put ghost peppers in my food."

“Oh, you don’t like it?” you asked with a dramatic pout, though there was a glint of amusement in your eyes. "Maybe you need to learn to love spicy food, or... we’re through!"

Dan Heng stared at you for a long moment, his usual cool demeanor cracking just a little. "I… don’t think that’s how relationships work."

You gasped in mock horror. “What? Are you saying that you won’t even try for me? I put all this effort into making it spicy, and this is how you repay me?!”

Dan Heng could feel the heat of both the spices and your teasing gaze, and he sighed, rubbing his temples. He would never win this. It was like every moment with you was a new battle of wits and antics. You were relentless, always coming up with new ways to make him squirm, to make him react.

But despite his frustrations, despite how you managed to get under his skin, Dan Heng had to admit—there was something comforting about your presence. Your clinginess, your incessant affection, even your mischievous ways.

You were always by his side, always demanding his attention, and somehow, despite everything, he found himself drawn to you. Maybe it was the way you never gave up, how you insisted on showing him affection even when he didn’t quite know how to return it. He’d never admit it to you, of course, but it meant more to him than he let on.

That evening, after another of your pranks had gone off without a hitch, he found you in your usual spot—peeking from behind a corner, eyes wide and curious, waiting for him to either retaliate or, more likely, ignore it completely.

Dan Heng sighed and stood up, moving toward you.

You blinked, startled, as he stopped right in front of you, his expression unreadable. "You’ve been getting bold," he said softly, his gaze softening slightly.

You grinned widely, ready for another playful retort, but before you could speak, Dan Heng did something unexpected. He placed a hand on the small of your back, a soft, almost hesitant touch, and leaned in slightly, just close enough that you could feel the warmth of his breath.

“Just don’t do that again,” he murmured, his voice low, though there was a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

You froze, eyes wide, a feeling of warmth spreading through you at the unexpected affection.

“W-What was that?” you stammered, still in shock.

Dan Heng smirked slightly, his usual stoic expression returning. "You’ve been pranking me all day. I figured it was time I… responded."

Before you could react further, he walked away, leaving you standing there with a racing heart. The sting of his words, the heat of his touch, was enough to leave you speechless.

But you weren’t about to give up. You’d just have to find new ways to get him to crack.

And deep down, you knew one thing: as much as Dan Heng pretended not to care, he was already wrapped around your finger.

It was a quiet afternoon in the Silvermane Guards’ barracks when Gepard found himself walking through the corridors, his usual stoic expression softened by the gentle breeze that blew through the open windows. He had just finished his rounds and was heading back to his office, when a sudden, playful smack resounded through the hall.

His face flushed a deep crimson as he spun around, eyes narrowing as they landed on the culprit—a woman who was already darting away, her laughter echoing in the distance. It was you, of course. No one else had the audacity to sneak up on him like that and get away with it.

“[Name]!” he called after you, though his voice held no real anger. The hint of a smile tugged at the corners of his lips, even as he shook his head.

You, however, were too quick, disappearing around a corner before he could even close the distance. Your mischievous antics had become a near-daily occurrence, and despite the way they often disrupted his serious demeanor, Gepard couldn't help but enjoy them—though he'd never admit it aloud.

You weren't just a pranker, either. You were a master of subtlety. From switching his morning coffee with tea to putting an extra spicy ingredient in his lunch that nearly had him choking in front of his soldiers, you were always finding new ways to make his life... interesting. It was all harmless fun, of course, but it did keep him on his toes.

That day, however, there was a new twist. You had a habit of waiting for his reaction after a prank, often peeking at him from a distance to see whether he'd retaliate or simply let it go. You knew that Gepard, for all his nobility and military rigor, wasn’t the type to be easily angered—yet you couldn’t resist seeing if he'd ever break that calm and stoic exterior.

And sure enough, after lunch, you watched from behind a pillar as he took his first bite of the meal you had carefully prepared. His eyes widened, and he quickly took a gulp of water. The corners of your lips curled into a wicked grin, waiting for his response.

“I see what you did,” Gepard muttered, turning his gaze toward the far-off corner where you were hiding. His eyes were no longer filled with annoyance, but rather amusement, as he realized what you had done to his food.

You stepped out from your hiding spot with a dramatic sigh. “I can’t believe you noticed so soon!” You pouted, walking over to him. “It was supposed to be a surprise.”

“You know how much I despise surprises,” he replied dryly, but his tone was gentle. He could never stay mad at you for long, no matter how much you tested his patience.

“You’re so boring, Gepard. Spices are life!” You huffed, crossing your arms and jutting your lower lip out in an exaggerated pout. “If you don’t eat spicy food, I’m breaking up with you. It’s just a fact.”

Gepard raised an eyebrow, looking down at you with a resigned yet fond smile. He always knew you’d say something like that. You were, after all, utterly clingy and full of contradictions.

“You know that’s not how relationships work, right?” he said with an amused glint in his eyes. “And I don’t think you’re really ready to break up with me.” His voice held a playful edge now, teasing you gently.

Your pout deepened. “I am! But if you love me, you’ll suffer through this—for me,” you whined, your voice taking on that all-too-familiar clingy tone that always made his heart skip a beat.

It wasn’t that he minded; he liked it, even if it made him feel a bit overwhelmed at times. You were just... you. A mischievous, spicy-loving whirlwind who knew exactly how to get under his skin. And despite the pranks, the playful slaps, the whining, and the teasing, Gepard loved you—maybe even more than he cared to admit.

With a sigh, he held up his hands in mock surrender. “Alright, alright. You win.”

Your eyes lit up with joy, and before you could even say another word, you were already clinging to his arm, pulling him closer, your mischievous eyes gleaming as you nuzzled into his side. “See? Told you.”

“You’re lucky I’m too fond of you to resist,” Gepard muttered, though his heart warmed at the closeness. It wasn’t often that he allowed himself to feel so vulnerable, but with you, it felt... natural.

You smirked, but your teasing glimmer faded for a moment as you leaned up to plant a soft kiss on his cheek. “And you’re lucky you’re so easy to love, Captain,” you whispered sweetly, your voice filled with sincerity.

Gepard didn’t respond right away, his face flushed from the sudden affection. His breath caught in his throat, and for a split second, the reality of how much you meant to him felt almost overwhelming. He didn’t know if he could ever keep up with your antics, but one thing was certain: he didn’t want to be anywhere else.

“You know,” he said, his voice a little hoarse, “I think I might just have to get you back for all those pranks.”

You looked up at him, wide-eyed and innocent. “What? Nooooo!” You pulled away from him, pretending to be horrified, but your lips betrayed you as they curved into a playful smile.

“You’re not getting away that easily.” Gepard said, his voice low with a hint of challenge.

You took a step back, your mischievous grin returning as you started to edge toward the door. “You’ll never catch me, Captain! I’m too quick!”

Gepard took a step forward, his hand outstretched. “Oh, I’ll catch you, [Name]. And when I do...”

The rest of his words were lost to the sound of your laughter as you darted out of the room, but the promise lingered in the air, between the two of you—playful, full of affection, and undeniably full of love.

Maybe, just maybe, he wouldn’t mind getting pranked a little more often.

Aventurine had always been a man who thrived in control—be it his strategies, his reputation, or even his carefully constructed relationships. But as he stood in the middle of their shared space, adjusting his blazer and waiting for the latest in his long series of meetings, he knew one thing for sure: he could never predict what you would do next.

And that was perhaps the most maddening—yet undeniably thrilling—thing about you.

You were sneaky, playful, and mischievous in ways that left him both exhausted and charmed. He could feel your presence before he even saw you, the air shifting when you crept into the room, your footsteps light and daring. And then—

SMACK!

You slapped his butt, not even bothering to hide the gleam of mischief in your eyes as you zipped past him with a speed that only your teasing nature could muster. Aventurine, for all his intellect, had barely reacted in time, his heart racing as he whipped around, eyes narrowing.

"Really?" he drawled, voice smooth, though the corners of his lips curled upward, revealing a hint of the smile that was never far from his face.

But you were already halfway across the room, laughing under your breath, eyes sparkling with the satisfaction of your victory. "I’ll be over there, love. You know... you’re just too easy."

He stood there, frozen in place for a moment longer, before he composed himself. There was something so infuriatingly right about this dynamic. He couldn’t help but adore how you always pushed him to the edge of his patience, never quite crossing the line, but always dancing dangerously close to it. It was a game, a dance—and one he rarely had the upper hand in.

"You really think you can just get away with that?" he said in a tone that was half teasing, half warning, as he started toward you with an easy, confident stride.

Before he could take another step, you spun around dramatically, holding your hands up in mock surrender. "Oh, come on, Aventurine. You know you love it."

He couldn’t suppress the laughter bubbling up inside him, despite himself. You were so... you. There was no faking it when it came to you. Your affection, your pranks, your relentless clinginess—it was all genuine. But more often than not, your pranks had a very specific twist to them: they always involved food. And not just any food.

You walked over to the table, where a bowl of what appeared to be pasta sat, an innocently delicious aroma filling the room. Aventurine’s eyes narrowed. He didn’t trust anything that came out of your kitchen. Not anymore.

He stood still, arms crossed, as you gestured for him to try it.

"Go ahead. It’s not too spicy this time," you said with a wink, your tone dripping with playful malice.

Aventurine arched an eyebrow, still unsure. You had slipped in spicy chilies into every dish for the past week, and each time, he’d had to force himself to take it—though he would never admit to you how much he secretly enjoyed your antics. "Spicy?" he asked, testing you.

You pouted, though you could never quite hide the mischievous glint in your eyes. "If you don’t eat it, I’m breaking up with you."

His jaw dropped slightly, half in surprise, half in exasperation. You were serious. Of course, you were.

"Not this again," he muttered, rolling his eyes, though there was no mistaking the amusement flickering in his magenta eyes.

You crossed your arms in mock defiance, giving him an exaggerated side-eye. "I’m serious, Aventurine."

With a resigned sigh, he grabbed the fork and scooped up a bite, eyeing the dish cautiously. He could practically hear you watching him, waiting for his reaction. He chewed, swallowing slowly as the heat began to take hold.

It burned. It burned. But there was something else too: the sweetness of your challenge, the intoxicating way you made him feel so alive, even if it came with a side of agony. A small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, and he set the fork down, casually wiping his mouth with a napkin.

“Not bad,” he said, his tone light. “You’ve managed to hit the sweet spot.”

You couldn’t hide your grin as you leaned in, too close for comfort, your lips pouting in a display of mock frustration. “You better not act like you love it, Aventurine. Or else I’ll have to cook for you every day.”

“You’ll do that anyway,” he replied with a teasing smile.

Before you could respond, he took a step closer, your breath catching as his presence filled the space between you. His hand slid to your wrist, gently pulling you into him, and he leaned down, brushing a kiss to your forehead.

“You know, for all your games, I really do love you,” he murmured, his voice soft but filled with sincerity.

Your heart skipped a beat, and for a moment, the playful exterior faded. You looked up at him, your gaze softening as you reached up to trace his jawline.

“I love you too,” you whispered, though the words came out muffled by your sudden self-consciousness. It wasn’t easy for you to receive his affection, but there was no denying it now.

Aventurine’s smirk turned into a full, genuine smile. "Good," he said, his voice warm. "Now, as for your next prank—"

But you interrupted him, pressing your lips to his in a kiss that spoke volumes about what words couldn’t convey. And in that moment, despite the teasing and games, you both knew: the connection between you was the most thrilling gamble of all.

The evening light filtered softly through the windows of the small, cozy room that Jiaoqiu and you shared. The warmth of the setting sun cast long shadows across the wooden floor, and the soft scent of herbs and alchemical oils lingered in the air. It was a peaceful moment, but you weren’t about to let it stay that way for long.

You crept up behind Jiaoqiu as he carefully mixed ingredients in a bowl, his concentration apparent in the gentle furrow of his brow. His hair swayed with each motion, and his fox ears twitched as he hummed softly to himself. His attention was fully on his task, leaving him unaware of your sneaky movements.

Without warning, you raised your hand and slapped his backside with a mischievous grin, then darted away before he could react. You barely made it to the door before bursting into a fit of giggles. But as you glanced over your shoulder, you saw Jiaoqiu’s eyes narrow, his lips curling into a small, knowing smile.

He sighed, shaking his head with a slight exasperation, but his voice carried a hint of warmth. “Really, [Name]? How many times have I told you not to do that?”

You grinned wider, sticking your tongue out playfully. “You’re too serious! Come on, lighten up a little!”

But Jiaoqiu didn’t chase after you immediately. Instead, he reached for his feather fan, tapping it thoughtfully against his palm. “I suppose I’ll have to think of a proper punishment for you then.” His tone was calm, but there was a flicker of something dangerous in his eyes.

You immediately froze, but before you could run again, he casually flicked his fan, catching you off guard. “I’m not done with you yet,” he said with a smirk, his voice carrying the quiet authority of someone who had been around the block enough to know how to handle a troublemaker.

As you looked at him, you couldn’t help but admire the way he balanced being both elegant and terrifying at once. But despite his composed demeanor, you knew he secretly enjoyed your antics. Deep down, you could see it in the way his lips curled slightly whenever you made him laugh. You were his puzzle, and he was determined to figure you out, but you had to admit—he was rather good at keeping you on your toes.

After a brief, playful standoff, you resumed your usual routine of pranking him. This time, you sneaked into the kitchen while Jiaoqiu was distracted with paperwork, slyly adding a bizarre combination of spices to his dinner. You just couldn’t resist watching his reaction when he took a bite, savoring the moment when he realized what you’d done.

When you finally brought the food to the table, he raised an eyebrow but didn't comment. Instead, he ate the meal with a composed elegance, never betraying any sign of discomfort. But his eyes followed you carefully, watching your every move.

You couldn’t help but giggle nervously, stealing glances at him as you waited for the inevitable. Then, the corner of his lips twitched, and he put his fork down with a sigh.

“Spicy, isn’t it?” Jiaoqiu said softly, his voice a mix of amusement and mild disapproval. “Are you trying to burn my tongue off, or is this your idea of an apology for earlier?”

Before you could respond, you caught sight of his gentle yet slightly teasing smile. He wasn’t upset, but you could tell that he’d caught onto your game. He leaned back in his chair, watching you closely as if waiting for you to make the next move.

But, as usual, you couldn’t help it. You darted off to hide behind the wall, peeking your head around it just enough to see if he would chase you—or if he would simply let you have your fun and move on. You’d learned a long time ago that Jiaoqiu didn’t rush to exact revenge, but he was always thinking, always plotting.

Sure enough, his gaze drifted to the door, and when his eyes locked with yours, a silent understanding passed between you. He wouldn’t retaliate in the way you expected. Instead, he would wait for you to come to him.

You stood there for a moment, debating whether to get closer, but before you could decide, his voice called out softly from the table. “Come here, [Name]. I’m waiting.”

A soft blush crept up your cheeks, your heart fluttering with affection as you hesitated. Jiaoqiu always knew how to draw you in, but it was that tenderness, that quiet understanding between the two of you, that made your heart race.

You were ready to move forward when you suddenly felt a familiar warmth pressing against your side, pulling you closer. Jiaoqiu wrapped an arm around your shoulders, his voice gentle but laced with something far more comforting. “Don’t hide from me. You know you’re the one I always wait for.”

You melted into his embrace, letting him pull you closer, despite the playful teasing. Your usual mischievous grin softened into a shy smile as you leaned your head against his chest. You loved giving affection, but receiving it back, even from someone as calm and composed as Jiaoqiu, made your heart flutter with an intensity you could never quite describe.

As he stroked your hair, his other hand resting casually on your back, you felt that moment of peace—the one you both shared, amidst all the pranks and playfulness. For all the chaos of your mischievous ways, Jiaoqiu was a steady presence, balancing you out in ways you couldn’t have imagined.

“I suppose I’ll have to get back at you later,” he murmured, though there was no hint of malice in his voice. “But for now… let me spoil you a little, hm?”

You closed your eyes, letting the comfort of his embrace lull you into a gentle calm. You might have been mischievous, and he might have been a strategist with a sharp mind, but in moments like this, you knew you had found something much deeper. Something that could withstand any prank, any spice, or any challenge.

You pressed your face into his chest, letting out a soft sigh. "Spoil me all you want, Jiaoqiu. But just don't leave me, okay?"

His response was a quiet chuckle as he held you tighter. "You don’t have to worry about that. I’ll always be here for you."

And just like that, in the comfort of his arms, surrounded by the peaceful rhythm of your shared life, you knew—there was no one else you’d rather prank or cling to than him.

[justarkive]

TABLE 3 | JJK ch16

“For good service, and cute waitresses.”

pairing: pre!military jk x waitress/secret fuckbuddy!oc

Before Jungkook enlists in the military, his life takes an unexpected turn when he visits a local restaurant with friends and meets a waitress who doesn’t recognize him. Surprised by your lack of star-struck reaction, Jungkook finds himself drawn to your down-to-earth nature, especially his previous struggles with the pressure of constant drama on social media regarding his relationships. Little do you know, Jungkook is about to leave for the military, which inevitably bring’s complications to their connection… do they find a way to fix it?

overall warnings: smut, profanity, angst, humour, fluff, celebrity au, idol!jungkook , mentions of other kpop groups/idols, inner conflict, insecurity.

chapter contents: ANGST. like the whole thing is angst lol. jungkook cries for like 90% of this chapter. nari is SO fucking angry omg. oc breaks tf down. the chapter weve all been dreading is here </3 idk but its just like super angsty and sad im sorry lmfao

wc: not thattt long

this fic is not meant to represent the real jungkook or any other characters mentioned!

taglist: @jenniebyrubies @dreamersparacosm @darklove2020 @rayyrayy10 @elinaki92 @alana4610 @bjoriis @kaitieskidmore97 @cuntessaiii

a/n: rushed to get this out, and this is like prob the worst part of the story to rush. so im very very sorry if this didnt meet expectations cause it didnt really meet mine, but imma be busy for a bit. but ANYWAYS!! tysm for reading and ILY MWAHH. also pre warning to my smut lovers… there wont be much for a while. LMFAO.

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“Jungkook, honey, when will you be enlisting?”

The question lands like a gunshot.

Jungkook tenses immediately. His brain spins.

He knew this was coming.

You see it happen—his grip on his chopsticks tightening, his whole body subtly stiffening, like he’s bracing himself. Like he’s debating whether to lie.

For a fleeting second, he considers lying. The words I haven’t decided yet are right there, waiting on his tongue—

But he can’t.

Not in front of your parents.

Not in front of you.

Before he can say anything, Nari—who has now fully given up on finishing the food your parents have shoved in front of her—speaks up, still looking a little sick.

“Oh, Auntie,” she pauses, tilting her head. “I swear idols don’t have to enlist? And Jungkook—well—he’s definitely more than just a damn idol.”

“Nari! Language!” your mom whisper-shouts.

“Sorry, sorry,” she mutters.

You snort, but then—

Your dad hums, turning to Jungkook with an easy grin. “You didn’t apply for exemption, did you? Too many idols these days are lazy, trying to avoid it.”

Jungkook’s head is ringing. His hands are clammy.

This was not how he wanted to tell you.

He tries to keep his composure, but his fingers twitch against his jeans as he stares down at his plate, trying—failing—to find the right response.

You tilt your head, and Jungkook exhales, thankful that you’re stalling unintentionally, but his heart aches at how oblivious you are for whats about to come. “Dad, I swear you didn’t enlist?”

Your dad gasps, hand over his heart. “What?! Honey, don’t expose me like that!”

You giggle.

But your dad cuts in. “Nari, honey, they can apply for exemption.” He smirks. “But Jungkook here doesn’t seem like the type, so I doubt he would.”

You let out a breathy chuckle at his tone—but Jungkook? doesn’t even react.

You glance over at him, confused.

And that’s when you notice, he’s staring down at his plate. Picking at his food. Shoulders tight.

Then, finally—

“Yeah…” His voice is quiet. “I didn’t apply.”

A weird, unsettling feeling starts creeping up your spine.

It’s fine, you think. You guess.

You try not to read into it.

Your mom beams. “Oh, how wonderful!”

Your dad nods approvingly. “Good son! It’s only right. Too many try to weasel their way out of it these days.” He claps Jungkook on the back, and Jungkook barely sways from the impact.

You don’t think too much of it at first.

But—

Why didn’t you know about this?

It’s not like you talk about the military all the time, but still. Something like this—you’d think he would have mentioned it.

So, you ask, all casual, assuming, “It’s not soon, right?”

Jungkook doesn’t answer.

The whole table listens in, but Nari—now more alert—watches him intently. Probably just as confused as you are. Your parents are still oblivious, still smiling, still talking, but Jungkook—

He’s pale.

Fidgety.

His hand curls into a tight fist on his thigh.

And then, “December 12th.”

That’s-

Three weeks.

Your mom gasps in admiration. “That’s so soon! You must be so prepared, Jungkook, honey!”

Your dad grins. “Oh this is great! We need more like you!”

They praise him. Clap him on the back. Smile and celebrate and talk about how proud they are of him.

But you—

You can’t hear any of it.

Your world has just—stopped.

December 12.

December 12.

That’s in—

Your stomach drops.

Your heartbeat slams in your ears.

Because he’s known. He’s known this entire time. And he never told you.

You feel Nari stiffen beside you.

You feel Jungkook’s eyes on you.

You feel the weight of every moment you’ve spent with him, every touch, every kiss, every look—

And suddenly, they all feel different.

Your mom is oblivious, still smiling.

Your eyes flick to Nari, who is already looking at Jungkook with pure anger.

Jungkook?

Jungkook doesn’t even try to meet your gaze anymore.

He looks down, fingers tightening around his jeans, jaw clenched, face tense.

And you?

You don’t look at him, either.

You can’t. Because if you do. If you let yourself feel—

This whole moment will collapse.

The realization. The pure fucking heartbreak. The slow, suffocating understanding that he’s known all along. That he’s been lying to you this entire time.

Your stomach churns. Your chest tightens. It feels like the room is spinning.

In the background—

Your dad is still praising him.

Your mom is smiling.

They don’t know.

They don’t know that you’re sitting here, staring at the man you’ve been falling for, realizing he let you fall knowing he was going to leave. And he didn’t tell you.

You don’t say anything. Because you can’t.

Because if you open your mouth, you’ll either scream or cry, and you don’t know which one is worse.

You sit there. Expression neutral. Heart in pieces. And for the rest of dinner, you pretend everything is fine.

Because what else can you do?

“Honey this is amazing!” your mom praises. “You should be so proud of yourself sweetheart. Not enough idols do this nowadays. They’re too lazy—but you! You’re different.”

Your dad grins. “Good for you, kid. That’s real responsibility.”

Jungkook forces a smile, nodding politely. “Thank you…”

But. You don’t say anything. You can’t. Because everything in you has just—stopped.

He’s not joking. He’s not lying.

And when you glance across the table. Nari is staring back at you, frozen. Expression blank.

Because she knows. She knows what this means.

You swallow thickly, blinking a few times before finally forcing yourself to react—plastering on a small, tight-lipped smile. Your mom notices. “Oh, honey, did you not know?”

You make the mistake of glancing at Jungkook.

And the second you do, your stomach twists, because he’s looking right at you. And there’s something in his expression—guilt, maybe?

You don’t know. You don’t want to know.

So you tear your gaze away, forcing out a quiet, “No.”Your smile is strained. “I didn’t.”

But your parents don’t notice anything wrong at all. They don’t notice how he’s broken your heart into a million pieces and thrown it onto the fucking plate.

“Oh, sweetheart, you should be proud of him,” your mom says, nudging your arm. “That’s real dedication.”

Your dad nods. “Yeah, not like these new idols. Always finding loopholes to get out of it.”

Jungkook laughs a little, though it’s barely there. “Right…”

You don’t look at him. You don’t dare. The conversation shifts.

Your parents are still chatting away, completely oblivious, but the air at the table has turned suffocating.

Jungkook is tense.

Nari is pissed, sending him quiet but absolutely lethal glares between sips of water she’s clearly no longer enjoying.

And you?

Your ears are ringing.

Every sound feels distant, like you’re underwater, like you’re not really here. Your mom’s voice is coming from somewhere—she’s asking you something, something about your job, your life, your well-being. You try to answer. You swear you try.

But everything in you is screaming to just—leave. Because the longer you sit here, the more you feel like you might snap.

Jungkook keeps trying to look at you. You can feel it, the weight of his gaze burning into the side of your face. But you don’t look back. You can’t.

Finally. After what feels like hours, your parents get up. Your mom claps her hands. “Alright, we should get going.”

Your dad nods. “Yeah, it’s getting late.”

You almost sag in relief.

But then, it’s time for goodbyes.

And your parents never leave quickly, your mother—God bless her—takes another ten minutes to actually leave.

They offer to help clean up. “No, Auntie, it’s okay,” Nari says so fast that it’s almost aggressive. She stands abruptly, already stacking plates, ushering them toward the door like a damn bouncer.

Your mom takes her sweet time hugging you, kissing your cheek, stroking your hair like you’re a child. “Take care of yourself, honey, okay?”

Your dad is just as bad, clapping Jungkook on the back, laughing at something he says.

And then—

Right before they leave—

For the first time all night—you look at him.

He stands frozen, stiff as a board, as your dad extends a hand. Jungkook hesitates. And then, slowly, he takes it.

It’s an easy handshake at first. But then your dad’s grip tightens, his free hand coming up to clasp Jungkook’s shoulder.

A grin. A squeeze.

And then, “Treat her right, son.”

Something snaps. Jungkook swallows so hard you hear it.

You almost break. Your vision blurs. Your chest tightens. For a split second, your heart begs you to stop. To not let this ruin everything.

Silence.

Jungkook stiffens beside you, but you don’t even glance at him.

You just—nod.

Then, finally—finally—the door swings shut.

And then—

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” Nari screams, running a hand through her hair. The sound shatters through the air, echoing off the walls, rattling your bones.

You flinch—because she’s loud, yes—but also because you feel it. All of it. All at once.

Your entire body crumbles.

Tears spill down your cheeks so fast, so violently, that your vision swims. Your breath catches—hitches—and then you’re gasping.

Jungkook is shocked.

Because this? this is worse than he imagined.

He expected you to yell. To curse him out. To demand answers. But this? This silent, broken kind of crying?

This hurts so much more.

And the worst part? He did this to you.

Jungkook barely breathes. You barely stand.

The weight of it all—the realization, the betrayal, the embarrassment—is crushing you.

Your chest tightens. Your throat burns.

And Nari? Nari is just getting started.

“When the fuck were you planning on telling her this?!” she shrieks, hands shaking, voice cracking. “Were you just gonna disappear one day? Huh? Just vanish without a goddamn word?”

Jungkook flinches.

But he doesn’t speak.

“How could you even come here today?” she hisses, stepping closer. “Meet her fucking parents? You embarrassed her, and I fucking hate you for it, Jungkook.”

He doesn’t argue. Doesn’t fight back.

Because what could he even say? He just—stands there. Takes it.

But his eyes—his eyes never leave you. You, who hasn’t spoken a single word. You, who is just standing there—staring at the floor, trembling.

You, who looks like you’re about to collapse.

But Nari—she isn’t done.

“I actually thought you were good,” she spits, voice shaking with rage. “I actually thought—maybe, just maybe—you weren’t like the rest of them. But this? This is worse.”

Jungkook’s jaw clenches. His hands shake.

“Did you plan this all along?” she demands.

“No,” he whispers.

It’s all he can say.

Because anything else would be a lie.

“That’s it?!” Nari’s voice shatters. “That’s all you have to fucking say?!”

And then—

Jungkook moves. Takes a step toward you. Reaches out.

“I’m sorry,” he breathes.

You flinch. Like his touch would burn you. Like he’s something you need to get away from.

Jungkook freezes.

His heart shatters more than it already has. But before he can even process it—

“DON’T FUCKING TOUCH HER!” Nari screams. “SORRY WON’T FUCKING FIX THIS!”

And then— You break.

“Get out.” Your voice rips from your throat, raw, quiet, desperate.

Jungkook stares.

He saw this coming. He knew this was coming.

And yet. Somehow, he’s still surprised.

Because this—this is final.

This is you letting go.

And he can’t accept it.

“Wait,” he chokes, voice frantic, desperate. “Please—”

But you? You just—give up. Your knees buckle. Your body collapses. And suddenly—Nari snaps.

“You fucking heard her.”

And before Jungkook can even think, before he can even breathe, Nari shoves him back.

Pushes him toward the door.

“Go.”

Jungkook is begging.

“Please,” he gasps, trying to look at you, trying to reach for you. “Baby, please—”

But you—

You don’t look at him.

“Don’t fucking call-“ You turn away.

And then, the door slams shut.

The loudest sound in the room isn’t your sobs anymore—it’s the door clicking shut. His scent lingers, his touch still lingers, and the memory of his eyes when he begged you, his voice soft- begging as he called you “baby,” is burned into your mind.

Nari is beside you, her anger radiating, palpable in the air.

Outside

Jungkook doesn’t move. His forehead rests against the door, fingers curled into fists at his sides. His chest is heaving. His vision is blurring.

He’s begging.

Not out loud—no, because he knows that won’t work.

But in his head—inside his breaking, desperate heart— He’s begging.

“Please open the door.”

“Please say this was a joke.”

“Please tell me this isn’t real.”

He selfishly hopes you’ll open the door with that same smile on your face. Your eyes swollen from crying, your face puffy, but still, he imagines you pulling him in, kissing him like you always do, running your fingers through his hair the way you did earlier, and telling him, “I’m not mad at you, stupid. You’re such a dumbass, stop crying.”

But, he knows it’s real.

He knows he fucked up. Selfishly, he craves just one more minute, hoping somehow you’ll give in, even though he knows it’s impossible. He should’ve told you. He fucking knows it.

God, he just wants one more chance. Just one more minute to make things right. His breath is shaky, uneven as he tilts his head back against the wood, squeezing his eyes shut.

From inside—

He hears you.

And his whole world stops.

Inside

On the inside, you sit against the door, still sobbing, your mind racing through everything you two have shared. How fucking real it all felt. For him to just end it like that—it doesn’t make sense. You thought you had more time, that you could actually do this with him. But he fucked up. You can’t figure out what else to do, what to think.

Legs curled up, fingers clutching the fabric of your sweater, tears streaming down your face.

You shouldn’t be here.

You should be angry, should be yelling, should be hating him with everything in you.

But instead?

You’re waiting.

Waiting for him to knock.

Waiting for him to say it was all a prank, that he somehow set this up with your parents, that this isn’t really happening—

That he isn’t leaving.

But— He doesn’t.

And Nari? Nari sees it all.

“Oh my fucking God,” she snaps. “Y/N, get the fuck UP.”

You flinch.

But you don’t move. You can’t.

“Are you serious right now?” she demands. “Are you actually serious? After everything? After all of this? You’re still sitting there waiting for him like a fucking sad puppy?!”

Your fingers tighten around your sleeves.

Your breath shudders. Because she’s right.

You hate that she’s right. But it doesn’t stop you from wanting him anyway.

Outside

Jungkook can hear everything. The muffled sounds of Nari yelling.

The tiny, broken sounds of you crying.

And suddenly, he can’t breathe. His throat tightens. His fingers dig into his hair as his body shakes, as his mind races. “What the fuck did I do.”

It’s hitting him now. All of it.

The way you flinched from his touch. The way you collapsed the second he walked out the door. The way you haven’t opened it since.

The reality of it all. That he was always going to hurt you. That this was always going to end this way. That you—the one person who ever made him feel normal, made him feel safe, made him feel like just Jungkook and not fucking BTS Jungkook—

You’re gone. And he did it. He did this.

Inside

You wipe at your face, sniffing, eyes puffy, throat raw. But you don’t move from the door.

Even though you know he’s not coming back. Even though you know this is over. Even though you should hate him—

You don’t.

You still love him.

And that’s the worst part of all. Because even after all of this— Even after everything—

You still would have chosen him.

Outside

Jungkook isn’t crying anymore.

Not because it doesn’t hurt. Not because he isn’t breaking apart, piece by piece, on this very doorstep. But because— He feels numb.

Like his body has shut down entirely.Like his mind has accepted what his heart refuses to. Like he knows there’s nothing left to say.

But still. He doesn’t leave. Instead, he sits there. Back against the door. Knees drawn up. Eyes red. Ears straining.

Because he knows he shouldn’t, but he listens. Selfishly.

Desperately.

Pathetically clinging onto the last part of you he has left:

Your voice.

Inside

The silence is loud. It’s heavy.

It hangs over the room like thick smoke—like something toxic, something suffocating, something that lingers in your lungs long after the damage is done. You’re not crying anymore.

Neither is Nari screaming. But she’s still fuming. Still pacing. Still muttering under her breath, hands clenching at her sides, voice low and dangerous.

“He’s dead to me.”

You exhale.

And then—

“Nari, please stop.” Your voice is hoarse. Tired. Defeated. And just like that—

Nari softens. She hesitates for a moment, then sighs, sinking down next to you, knees brushing. Her anger is still there, simmering just beneath the surface.

But right now?

Right now, she’s more concerned about you.

You just laugh. A broken, breathless, manic little laugh, something that barely even sounds like you.

“I think I fell in love with him.” Unsteady. Blurted.

Like you’re just now realizing it yourself.

Like the words are only just now settling into your bones, taking root in your chest, hitting you with full force.

Nari exhales.

She looks at you, something soft behind her gaze.

“Wow,” she murmurs. “You’re just now realizing?”

You don’t answer. You just blink, staring blankly ahead, expression unreadable.

Outside

Jungkook breaks all over again. Because he hears it. Every word. Every breath. And he knows he has no right to. But still. He presses his forehead against the door. Shuts his eyes. And cries. Harder.

——

Jungkook stays longer than he should.

Longer than makes sense.

Longer than is reasonable, considering he’s not even sure if he’s breathing at this point, or if his body is just running on pure muscle memory—just existing on this doorstep like it’s the last place he’ll ever belong.

A door creaks.

A neighbor steps out, and old man who clearly isn’t happy about the commotion, barely sparing him a glance before walking back inside.

And then another.

And another.

And soon, Jungkook realizes, people are staring.

Of course they are.

Of course the guy hunched over on the doorstep, looking like he just got physically wrecked by the universe, is gonna get some attention.

Finally, he forces himself to move. To stand. To leave.

His legs feel like they’re made of lead.

His head is still spinning.

But he shoves his hands in his pockets, pulls his hoodie up over his face, and drags himself away—

From you. From everything.

And he doesn’t look back.

Not even once.

——

You don’t know how long you’ve been sitting there.

Time doesn’t feel real.

It feels like the air in the room is thick, like something heavy is pressing down on your chest, keeping you in place.

“Was it even…fucking real?” Your voice is sharp. Raw.

Loud enough that Nari actually flinches beside you, turning to face you with wide eyes. But you don’t stop. You can’t.

“Was this his fucking plan all along? Like, what was it? Was it all just—was it just—” You can’t even finish the sentence. You just shake your head, laughing bitterly, the sound more painful than anything else.

“Was any of it real?”

Nari stares at you.

And for the first time tonight—

She doesn’t have an immediate answer. Her lips part, like she wants to say something.

She exhales.

“I fucking hate him for this.”

Her voice is quieter now. Softer. Like the anger has dulled—like it’s settled into something else.

“But I know it was real.”

You freeze. You blink at her.

“What?”

“You’re blind, Y/N,” she murmurs, shaking her head. “Stop trying to make conclusions that aren’t there.”

Your chest tightens.

“Then—then why?” Your voice cracks.

And Nari exhales again, looking down.

“He was scared.” And the second the words leave her mouth, the second they sink in, you feel like the ground beneath you just— Collapses.

The room is unbearably quiet now.

Your tears have dried. Your breathing has evened out. Your body isn’t shaking anymore. But inside?

Inside, you still feel like you’ve been hollowed out and left to rot.

You stare at the ceiling, vision unfocused.

You can feel Nari beside you, sitting cross-legged on the couch which she’d dragged you to, scrolling through her phone like she isn’t still raging inside. Like she isn’t still thinking of all the ways she could actually kill Jungkook and make it look like an accident.

“Y/N.” Her voice is firm. You blink.

“Look at me.”

You do.

She sets her phone down, leveling you with a stare so serious that, for a second, you think she might actually be about to lecture you.

And, well—

You’re right.

“There is no way that shit was not fucking real.”

You exhale through your nose.

“Nari—”

“No, shut the fuck up, I’m talking.”

You blink at her.

“Jungkook did not spend all this time with you, did not look at you the way he did, did not literally put himself, his career at risk, just for it to be nothing,” she continues. “Do you hear yourself? Like, do you hear how insane you sound right now?”

You press your lips together.

“He was scared,” she says, softer now. “That’s it. That’s literally all there is to it. He was scared, and he was selfish, and he didn’t tell you because he didn’t want to deal with the fact that he had to fucking leave. That’s not an excuse, by the way, it’s just—” she exhales, shaking her head. “It’s just the truth.”

You don’t respond. You just stare at her.

“This was never just casual for him,” she mutters. “That’s not what you should be worried about.”

Your throat tightens.

“Then what am I supposed to do?”

Nari doesn’t have an answer. She stares at you. And then, “I don’t know.”

The two of you just—sit there.

Exhausted. Numb. Waiting for something—

Even though neither of you know what.

The silence lingers.

It settles into the room like dust—slow, heavy, inescapable.

Neither of you move for a long time.

You don’t cry anymore. Nari doesn’t rant anymore. The rage, the heartbreak, the tension—it’s all dulled into exhaustion, weighing down every inch of your body.

Eventually, though—

“Come on,” Nari murmurs.

You don’t react.

“Y/N.”

A hand nudges your arm.

“Let’s go to bed.”

You exhale.

Then, finally—finally—you move.

You don’t even bother freshening up. You don’t even turn on the lights. But— “No, bitch, you need to take off your makeup.”

You blink, disoriented, as Nari flicks on the bathroom light and drags you toward the sink. “You don’t wanna break out, do you?” she mutters, trying to act normal. Trying to lighten the mood.

You stare at your reflection, and you look…bad.

Your eyes are puffy. Your nose is red. Your lips are swollen from crying.

You just look tired.

Nari wets a cotton pad.

You don’t stop her as she presses it to your face, wiping away the remnants of your mascara.

You don’t say anything when she takes out your skincare, applying it carefully, murmuring little instructions like “Look up” and “This one says…hydration”—

Just like he did.

Your chest aches.

You pretend it’s him.

Pretend it’s his fingers against your skin. Pretend he’s standing in front of you, talking through every step, teasing you for not taking better care of your face.

Nari knows exactly what you’re doing.

But she doesn’t say anything.

She just keeps going.

And when she’s finished, she clicks off the light and pulls you into your room, not giving you the chance to be alone.

You don’t argue.

You just follow.

You both collapse onto your bed, and Nari doesn’t hesitate before wrapping her arms around you.

You cling to her tighter than you ever have before.

She doesn’t say anything about it.

Just lets you press your face into her shoulder, lets you shake against her, lets you hold on as if she’s the only thing keeping you tethered to the earth.

And even though Nari is always the first to knock out.

Tonight, she fights to stay awake.

She waits. She listens to your breathing slow, doesn’t move, doesn’t shift, doesn’t let go—

Not until she’s absolutely sure you’ve finally fallen asleep

[ineveryfandom]

Bruce, actually being genuine and concerned: why are you still single

Jason, offended: i know you did not just say that

Jason: you? of all people?

Jason: being gotham’s most eligible bachelor for 30 years straight isn’t a compliment

Jason: the public only votes for you ‘cause they have daddy issues and they like silver foxes

Jason: but youre not even a silver fox anymore, youre an arctic fox

Jason: no ones’s lining up for your wrinkly ass

Jason: god forbid they find out youre a furry too like damn

Bruce:

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Talia al Ghul, watching them from the window, covered in blood after taking over the LOA so that she, Bruce, and Damian can ride off to the sunset together:

Selina Kyle, next to her, holding Grace Kelly's $38.8 million Cartier ring as an engagement ring to Bruce:

Harvey Dent, in therapy for Bruce:

Superman, rearranging the stars to make a Batman/Bruce constellation:

Wonder Woman, picking out wedding dresses (for Bruce):

Hal Jordan:

Hal Jordan: what

Hal Jordan: im not in love with mr dark and brooding

Hal Jordan:

Hal Jordan, screeching at the other Green Lanterns to stay away from Gotham because Bruce didnt want anyone messing with it:

Ra’s and Joker, dead, still pining, but mostly dead:

[mxtxfanatic]

I don't know whether to laugh or cry at this. Basically came across a post that said "Imagine you're in a car with your brother and you keep telling him "slow down, you're going too fast" and he insists "I've got it under control!" And then he hits someone and you get out of the car and find out it's your sister. Your brother goes crazy from guilt and starts running over people left and right until you have to kill him to make sure no one else dies. Then years later he comes back to life and his boyfriend reveals oh guess what fuckhead. The reason he had to drive recklessly everywhere? Because he gave his legs to you in a secret operation you didnt know about. That's mdzs from Jiang Cheng's pov."

How wrong can someone be?? 💀😭😭. And they got such an enormous amount of notes too 🫠. Mdzs fandom is doomed.

This is such a ridiculously bad post, but some of my favorite highlights:

1) wtf does a losing your legs have to do with driving cars?

2) how is Wei Wuxian driving this car without legs????

3) how does no one notice that Wei Wuxian is driving without legs????? Does he just never get out the car?

4) better question: how does Jiang Cheng go from legless to having legs and Wei Wuxian goes from having legs to legless, but he “doesn’t know” there was an operation and that maybe Wei Wuxian was the donor? Is he some kind of idiot to op?

5) Jiang Yanli wasn’t killed by Wei Wuxian or his corpse army. She was killed by a “righteous” cultivator who then tried to victim blame her and Wei Wuxian by saying that “well she jumped in my way, if wwx had just died peacefully instead of defending himself against my shixiong, this wouldn’t have happened.” So a better analogy would be that someone shoots up Wei Wuxian’s car, kills Jiang Yanli, and everyone blames Wei Wuxian for it because “well if you didn’t have a car, we wouldn’t have had to shoot you.”

6) …are cars some super unknown technology that Wei Wuxian had to invent because no one knew they were a possibility in this convoluted au, or does op imagine that disabled people get free cars to drive around?

Extra: I love how this analogy just completely neglects the fact that Jiang Cheng was planning on killing Wei Wuxian to steal his “car” before Jiang Yanli died, but it implies that he was always in the car when it was being driven, so methinks that makes him an accomplice, idk 🤷🏽‍♀️

[shouts-into-the-void]

Montresor caring about Will didn't come out of nowhere, Lenore was just mad: a biased completely unbiased post

The thing we need to remember as a rule is that Montresor's default personality is rude and antagonistic even when he's not actively trying to be an aggressor, which means you have to look at what he means rather than necessarily the things he says. He's a clear victim of abuse, who reacts to feelings trapped, cornered, threatened, panicked, or humiliated by lashing out. From what I have gathered, it seems like his mother may have been the type of person who was nice one minute, then became abusive at the drop of a hat, and/or acted loving while claiming she "had to do this for his own good", and he was clearly raised in a very strict religious environment where he didnt have a lot of control/was punished for things he couldnt help. As a reaction, Montresor tries to force an aggressive response out of anyone he feels threatened by, because at least then it's predictable and he feels in control. Okay, great, Montresor analysis out of the way, moving on.

Our first real look at Will and Montresor as a unit is when the clusterfucks (side note: I've seen a lot of people calling them the acoleets now? Far less funny, absolutely not) are discussing their spectres. During this conversation, Montresor is actually hyping Will up, and even when he agrees with Ada that is sounds useless, he makes sure to assure him that it "looks really cool though."

We only really see Montresor become outright violent and dangerous once it's revealed that only one person can win a new life. We see him actively panic about it, and while we don't really get a lot more context for him yelling at Will in the moment, I think its relevant that this is the moment when he starts treating Will less nicely, because now it's a competition an everyone else is potentially out to get him. Hell, he even immediately begins joking around with Will after telling him to shut up, so it's clear that he's acting out of stress and fear immediately after the revelation.

The interaction that immediately follows this is the incident with Morella and Ada, and I find it notable that Montresor goes out of his way to include Will. (when he makes sure to let you get your turn humiliating a woman to prove her loyalty to the group #romantic 🤡)

Later, during the Spectre vs. Students lesson, when Berenice bites Will and he asks for help, Montresor immediately tells her to leave him alone. While he seems mildly annoyed with Will the whole time (kind of understandably, because Will keeps screwing up the plan) he only says anything particularly horrible after Berenice slashes him across the face with her knife, which clearly pisses him off in general. We see him letting Will nap on his shoulder afterwards, which isn't super important I just think it's cute.

Montresor clearly sees them as a unit, as he still involved Will with the plan despite Will messing up the previous night with Duke and stops Will from helping Annabel with Ada despite not having a real reason to do by saying "We'll sit this one out." Like it should have gone without saying that if he's not doing it, Will isn't either. Then the next day, the fact that Montresor comes to get Will specifically so they can walk to breakfast together? Knows what his toothbrush looks like and goes out of his way to give it back? The little flick on the forehead when he calls him a church churchmouse? That he picks up on Will's distress and immediately goes to collect Ada to save him? I see you, fake-ass idgafer.

Which brings me to my next point, which is that it is Lenore on her enraged, vengeful tirade who claims that Montresor hates Will. She claims it's due to his behavior towards Will when he came to get him, but I think its pretty clear she only says it to upset Will. And Will can't think of anything nice Montresor's ever done for him because he's stressed, thinks he's about to get shot, and his self-confidence is super low. He even addresses the fact later that Montresor goes out of his way to save him all the time.

I also think now is a good time to point out that Montresor only seems to physically hurt Will in any significant way when he's been having a flashback. His expression when he comes out of his death flashback to find himself attacking Will is shocked, and while he doesn't apologize, his response does come across as apologetic. He has a similar expression when he wakes up from Ada's vision choking Will, only he looks incredibly panicked that time because he'd done actual damage. The expression on his face when Lenore points out what he's done is pained. I think this runs back to Montresor telling Will not to touch him, I'm pretty sure part of his trauma revolves around physical touch and when he's having an episode of PTSD/not fully aware of his surroundings he lashes out instinctively at the person touching him, which unfortunately means Will, who is a very physically affectionate person (man has 13 siblings and it shows.) Which is unfortunate, because I think Montresor also seems to be a very tactile person, and he actually goes out of his way to be touching Will a lot.

Another interesting thing? Montresor only ever addresses Will by name, which is very significant with context. The nicknames Montresor gives people are meant to mock them, so by only using Will's name it subtlely signals that he holds him in higher respect (or at least in more genuine regard) than the others. In Will's flashback, Sally–someone who went to school with him and was in all the same classes–doesn't remember his name, only that he's one of many Wilson siblings. So for Montresor, who can't even remember his "ace in the hole" and current fling's name, to be constantly making it a point to say he knows who Will is, is a great indicator of his actual feelings. By contrast, Will calls Montresor "Monty" exclusively, the only nickname he receives that is genuinely affectionate and something he never attempts to make him stop calling him.

Which pretty much brings us back to the events of the current episodes, which I've already talked about the significance of in another post. I know this is probably insanely biased for multiple reasons and im sure theres a bunch of little tidbits I've forgotten , but do with it what you will.

[ilynpilled]

@readorsigh to redeem myself for my answer to ur🔥 ask last time… (there is indeed another aot character that exists to me) whats so interesting about this is that it is not even about just reiner at the core. or i mean it is blatantly bidirectional. eren sought him out bc he became aware of him being his parallel. reiner’s confession and judgement of the self in this scene is the sentence that eren gets. eren frames reiner with a lot of sympathy bc he knows they r the two sides of the same coin now. he wants to frame this as “you had no choice” (be it bc he wanted to save the world or bc he was a product of his circumstances with no agency) to in some sense get that ounce of absolution that part of him desperately craves regarding the future he is about to set into stone. reiner tears that apart when he rejects it and tells the truth and takes full accountability and judges the self. on the deeper level eren is not truly the one passing the judgement here, he is receiving it. eren, above all else, wants to attain his abstraction of freedom. reiner, above all else, wanted to attain his abstraction of heroism which he believes would finally result in his humanization and embracement. this is why the ramsay scene shouldnt have been shocking and i find it honestly inconceivable that ppl didnt grasp this about eren’s main motivation even after the series ended up explicitly and straightforwardly telling them there after foreshadowing it through reiner here. it wasnt about saving paradis for him. it wasnt about saving the world for reiner. it was not selfless. it was about them and the part of themselves and the desires they were a slave to. and reiner’s sentencing of the self in this scene (death: “i am sick of this. of myself. i want to end.”) is ultimately what eren accepts for himself, despite his desire to live, at the very end of the story.

this confession echoes reiner’s “i got them to keep going. i wanted to be a hero. your mother died because of me.” which is a question at the center of much of this conversation and it is something that is meant to embody tragedy and serves essentially as a microcosm of the reality of their actions (that “why did she die?” motif is there in kaya and gabi’s argument too about her mom.) eren repeats the initial claim that is now recontextualized “i was right. i am the same as you” after hearing rei’s words, confronting the truth of what that actually means. and it all works especially well considering that carla died as a result of a choice that eren makes. she dies because reiner and eren kept moving forward to grasp at an abstraction no matter the lives that they trampled beneath their feet in doing so

Eren thought Reiner wanted someone to forgive him, but Reiner wanted someone to judge him

[spaceycat]

hi all! ik that ive been SUPER inactive recently but we move foward.

i actually want to cry so bad that i deleted this poor anon's request on accident cuz it was so good, ANON. IF YOU'RE OUT THERE. IM SO SORRY!!!!

here's the premise: avenger!reader finding out that bucky is a pornstar and asks if he wants to practice with her !!!

let's just say that bucky like didnt fall of the train and isn't as traumatised LOL

also just letting it be known that i dont really want to write smut right now idk why but its just me ig so its a bit dialled down im so sorry <3

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♫ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: s&m by rihanna (4:04)

Bucky wasn't expecting you to come to him with that proposition, not in a million years. He wasn't expecting the sweet, innocent, and very much a superhero-self to be interested in him and his work.

But the problem is his work isn't the most respectable thing in the world and Bucky still didn't know you exactly found out that he did sex work in the first place and how long you've been watching you before. However, when you came up to him at a party and said "Maybe you'd want to practice with me? I'd be down.." At first he didn't know what you meant, but as soon as it clicked in his mind - he realised that the what he thought was innocent girl that he had a harmless crush on and flirted with almost every time he saw her for a year was now asking to fuck him. On camera might he just add. And how could he say no to you?

When Bucky texted you the next day about it, you weren't really betting on the fact that he thought it was serious and just thought it was a joke. "wanna practice at mine?" and then it all aligned, you were just trying to flirt, but now - right now, Bucky was now asking you to come over to help him 'practice'.

"My face won't be in it, will it?" You said shrugging off your coat at Bucky's apartment door. "What you afraid of people finding out that the superhero that has saved the world multiple times fucks like an animal?" Your jaw dropped at that. "How?--" "Whenever I'm over at Avengers tower the walls aren't exactly soundproof." "You can't just say that." "I just did, and I would like a demonstration to be honest."

And now, you were underneath Bucky - still in your clothes as he set up and fumbled with the camera beside the bed. "Is it recording?" He'd let out a hum, continuing to fumble with it. "..Should-- be." You were just tired, and horny - to put it lightly. You thought it was kind of endearing how he fiddled with the camera trying to make sure everything was perfect.

You grabbed him by his shirt, pulling him into a searing kiss - he reciprocated almost immediately after faltering for a moment, he'd pull back. "Listen, doll-- I dont want to watch this back and realise that the camera was the wrong way just give me a minute." "Bucky." You'd pout, he'd sigh. It's kind of a once in a lifetime opportunity that this happens to he's just gotta take what he can get."It'll have to do then.." When your pout was replaced with a pout, he couldn't help himself - locking you in a kiss.

His mind almost short-circuited as you grabbed his hand, moving it to your waist - his hand instinctively tightened. He's had other girls before, sure, but none of them were you. As the kisses turned heated and more open mouthed, Bucky's hand moved underneath your shirt, his hand splayed out on your abdomen - pushing it up slowly.

He pulled back for a moment, taking note of how you chased him - wanting more. Bucky chuckled a bit at that, "Give me a minute, doll." He'd pull your shirt off with your assistance, chucking it aside. He let out a low appreciative whistle, looking you up and down. "Jesus, you're beautiful.." "Bucky-- wait, shit." "It's fine, doll. I can cut it out, say my name as much as you want." The suggestiveness of the comment made your face blush, not even noticing the fact that Bucky unclipping your bra tossing it aside aswell. "Pretty lil' thing.."

His shirt curled in your hands, "Off- please.." You wanted to see all of him. He let out a hum, pushing it off the bed - joining the rest of the clothes.

His hands slid down your chest, moving underneath your jeans to feel your slick folds, he let out a chuckle. "You really wanted this huh?"

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Afterwards, Bucky helped you into the shower - going to check the recording that he expected to be a solid 2 hours long. As he grabbed it, he realised that he didn't even start recording. But he wasn't particularly against recording another one with you.

[harrysgal]

I DIG YOUR CINEMA (11)

harry styles x yn aspiring filmmaker — social media AU

I’m really sorry if this part sucks. I really tried my best. Also I’m sorry I didn’t get to tag people, I was in a rush and didn’t have enough time to check I wasn’t missing anyone and ended up giving up.

About the smau: yn starts posting videos on youtube and is trying to build a career as a filmmaker. Things are going pretty well for her and she starts getting more attention when she creates content about shows she goes to. She’s also a fan of Harry’s music and some of his fans start getting suspicious when his team starts interacting with her.

Disclaimer: The story it’s set in 2021 and it will follow their relationship through the LOT leg in the US. Since this is nothing but fiction, I will be following some of the real timeline but also adding my own stuff. On top of that, I won’t be basing myself on Harry’s actual posts.

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I DIG YOUR CINEMA (PART 11) — NYC

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yourinstagram well hello hello. its two am and im still awake bc i was hanging out with my fake friends and fake ex-boyfriend celebrating the end of another wonderful and amazing very real show <3 i thought i’d let you know since apparently what truly happens in nashville is the new online entertainment now. also fyi today i was allowed to leave my hotel room and i also behaved very politely and didnt run outside to cry. a real angel, i’d say. its too bad my attempts to fake date harry styles didnt work, tho. i mean i thought it was a great and innovative plan tbh but as you might’ve read already he officially called things off so that’s all gone now. boohoo. im not sure what im supposed to do on tour now. maybe i’ll have to actually learn how to use a camera and start to actually film things during shows… idk… i’ll figure something out tho. if you have any ideas or suggestions pls let me know. for now i’ll enjoy my freedom. it’s was very kind of them to even allow me to open the window and breathe some fresh air. so, so amazing!

btw, congrats ＠popgossip on finding such reliable sources. also the fact checking was impeccable. there was nothing left for me to hide. keep it up with that journalism! that’s clearly how you go from amateur to professional. im taking notes now! anyway, have a great life and tysm for your kindness and all your thoughtful consideration to my real human feelings 🥰 there’s nothing like getting back to the hotel and seeing those many great things being said about me. thanks a lot. hope the same treatment finds its way back to you along the way! xoxo lots of love, yn

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user2 😲 user2 holy molly…  user2 I think you absolutely ate this? left no crumbs behind? 

↳ yourinstagram haha thanks?

harryfan3 GIRL!!!!! im so shocked i dont even know what to say or where to start or

↳ yourinstagram lol 💋💋💋

harryfan5 miss yn ilysm you made me laugh so hard like this is so confusing but so great i truly truly love you  

↳ yourinstagram miss emma you made me smile so hard rn thank you thank you hope to see you again at another show someday!

ynrryfan calling out that account so openly is so bold of you omfg im so proud

↳ yourinstagram thanks im so proud, too 

bestfriend ok but did they feed you today? gave you some water?

↳ yourinstagram yes. i had two glasses of water and one banana ↳ bestfriend wow! they be treating you like a princess now ↳ yourinstagram i know it wasnt easy but they finally agreed to make some improvements 

harryfan7 yn babe are you drunk or something? wth is all this? lmaooooooo

↳ yourinstagram lol maybe a little tipsy but no regrets at allllllll

lookitsnyoh  does this mean I am finally allowed to stop hanging out with you?

↳ yourinstagram no. your contract still says you’re forced to have at least one lunch a week with me and one drink every two shows ↳ lookitsnyoh well then ＠jefezoff let’s talk about this? Please? ↳ jefezoff I’m sorry but I’m afraid that’s not negotiable ↳ anthonypham I tried too ＠lookitsnyoh unfortunately I’m stuck with her friendship, too :( ↳ pillowpersonpp me too ↳ paulithepsm me three ↳ harryfan9 the way yn is such a stronger person than me bc i could never handle this much teasing from my friends like i’d be thinking it’s real and crying under my pillow for months  ↳ harryfan2 maybe she should bc doesn’t feel like “just” teasing to me ↳ yourinstagram it’s not ＠harryfan2 is right & everyone really hates me  harryfan10 ? How old are you? 8? ↳ yourinstagram 28, actually. you? 

harryfan4 to put popgossip on the spot like this it’s rude and uncalled for. like this isn’t funny. also what’s going on with all these comments? don’t you have better things to do than being here replying to people?

↳ harryfan7 im sorry, but uncalled for? are you serious? lmao she’s bringing them up because they made a full post with nothing but lies about her own life cmon ↳ harryfan4 still, she should’ve done this privately or something ↳ yourinstagram you’re right this isn’t funny and i don’t have nothing better to do. im sorry. im really very sorry. ↳ harryfan6 being sarcastic isn’t funny, girl ↳ yourinstagram oh, i thought it was. im sorry. wont do it again.

harryfan8 I mean, what are you even trying to accomplish here? Are you not embarrassed at all to behave like this?

↳ yourinstagram i am. very very embarrassed, actually. im sorry :( shame on me.

user3 Honestly, things are so different around here now that I almost forgot how fun it used to be to keep up with your posts. I’m glad to see real you back! Stay strong and don’t listen to the noise. 

↳ yourinstagram what noise? ;)  ↳ yourinstagram (thank you 💗)

user1 ok I know this isn’t at all related to the post but… no sightseeing this time? :(

↳ yourinstagram omg yes! are you kidding me? i always make time for sightseeing haha i’ll actually get to it tomorrow!  ↳ user1 ahhhh this is great! I love it! Hope you enjoy the city, then!  ↳ harryfan12 is this your way of letting people know where you’ll be so they can find you and see you with harry? 🥱 ↳ yourinstagram oh damn, you caught me! 

harrystyles ok. screen time is over now

↳ yourinstagram :( five more minutes, sir? ↳ harrystyles request denied. they’re heading to your room to take your phone away right now ↳ yourinstagram 😭 ↳ yourinstagram after all we went through? unbelievable ↳ harrystyles it is what you’ve signed up for ↳ yourinstagram cant fight with that ↳ harryfan9 helloooooooo??? ↳ harryfan11 HAJSHBAJSDH WTF IS HAPPENING TONIGHT ↳ harryfan13 sprinting to the gc RIGHT NOW to scream at this interaction bc what the fuck what the fuck WHAT. THE. FUCK.

user15 this whole thing was actually so refreshing to see! Please don’t ever stop standing up for yourself. It’s good for your soul but it’s also great entertainment for mine lol

harryfan0 guys I’m so confused… what is all this? haha can someone please fill me in?

↳ harryfan3 @/popgossip posted a lot of stupid things about yn. to sum it up, they said harry tried to end their pr relationship and yn didn’t take it well, so that’s why she was crying outside the hotel the other night. and they also said she spent the day at the hotel bc harrys team didnt let her leave… just nonsense like that. there are more details to the story that you can check on their last post, but it’s all clearly fake and not even worth the read (I promise)  ↳ harryfan11 also, can I just say they didn’t JUST create stuff, they were also unnecessarily aggressive with the lies? I mean, they said her crying was “a manipulative tactic to get his attention and also keep the rumors alive” !!!  There was absolutely no need for that?!? or to write that harrys team advised her to stay inside and away from him or “there would be consequences” ??? I mean wtf ??  ↳ user17 👆 this. THIS. is the reason why this post has become my favorite thing she’s ever done 

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ynupdates After such an eventful night, Yn just posted this on her stories, meaning we can all relax now and catch a break from the madness 😅

Also, ＠harryfan9 shared with us a really nice screenshot of a conversation she had with Yn a few minutes ago! We asked what she’d comment on Yn’s post for her to say that, and she told us she’d said: “the way yn is such a stronger person than me bc I could never handle this much teasing from my friends”. The fan also said that Yn ended up replying “everyone really hates me” to a comment underneath hers, which is why she thinks Yn felt guilty and dmed her right before she posted the story.

To be honest, we loved to see this kind of Yn tonight. How do you guys feel about it?

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harryfan5 this was just soooo great! for a moment I couldn’t keep up with it anymore lol it was so crazy but so great harryfan1 stop she reached out?? she’s soooooooooo sweet  user11 good for her! I feel like she’s finally owning the narrative and maybe now people will calm down a little

↳ user13 I hope so! I’m low-key kinda worried it’s actually going to make things worse ↳ user11 idk. people were hating on her nonstop anyway so… tbh I think she should’ve done this way sooner lol

ynrryfan the way she posted her texts with harry !!!!! also “so you know I mean it” !!!!! PLEASE 

↳ harryfan17 how do you it’s him?? no hate i swear just genuinely asking ↳ ynrryfan I just figured by the “screen time is over” bc is what he left on her post… but I might be wrong idk 😬

harryfan3 wish I could see when those behind popgossip wake up and find out about all this lol

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yourinstagram GOOD MORNING nyc your wonderful wonderful city!! im so unbelievably excited for tonight!! my fake friends and fake ex-boyfriend are playing madison square garden and i KNOW it’s going to be sosososo great!! let’s do this CMONNNN!! 

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harryfan1 im sooooo excited too!! harryfan3 so jealous! I wish I could go  lookitsnyoh SO EXCITED  harrystyles weren’t you supposed to let me know? 

↳ yourinstagram i was and i can explain why i didnt, but please don’t expose me like this??! ↳ harrystyles then reply to my texts??!  ↳ harrystyles please??! ↳ harrystyles and thank you??! x  ↳ ynrryfan i cant 😭😭😭

bestfriend text me back too !!!!!! 

↳ harryfan7 lmao not yn being called out by everyone  ↳ yourinstagram istg you are all so damn impatient  ↳ yourinstagram (but also yes!! I will!! im sorry!!)

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yourinstagram hi, hellooo!! posting twice in less than 12 hours I KNOW but jenny lewis is about to start anytime now and i just wanna say that everyone looks sooooo pretty tonight!! you always do but there seems to be something extra special tonight <3 got to film so many sweet people already, but if you see me walking by and you wanna be a part of this ultra mega secret lot project pls dont be afraid of letting me know! (im the one jumping around in this outfit — minus the flowers unfortunately) id love to film as many of you as i can!! okay lets go now CMON LETS DO THIS cant wait to dance to canyon moon tonight!!! 🕺

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harryfan1 does harry look pretty, too?  user1 girl you’ve come so far this is so beautiful to see  bestfriend so happy so jealous so sad so proud so emotional rn

↳ harryfan3 cant believe you havent gone to a show yet!! ↳ harryfan5 fr you should be there rn

harryfan7 THANK YOU I LOVED MEETING YOU TONIGHT THANK YOU THANK YOU  harrystyles count me in  

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harrystyles Love On Tour. New York City, NY. I

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harryfan1 im so so proud  harryfan2 best concert ever cant wait to do it all over again tomorrow  harryfan3 i miss you already harryfan4 LOOKING SO HOT OUTFIT IS ON FIRE 🔥  harryfan5 why is she never here lol

↳ harryfan7 i ask that myself every time lol

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PART 12 — (idk. to be completely honest, I’m not sure it will even happen)

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[sketchybusiness4130]

perhaps "the man who cried wolf" and the follow up quest "the wolf queen awakes". it would be interesting to see if taliesin had any insight from his extensive reading and could offer up a good opportunity for tali to get into his thoughts on necromancy

another one that might be interesting could be "Missing In Action" theres a handful of ways you can go about the quest, one route even without any bloodshed if your apart of the imperial army. could be another opportunity for taliesin to open up on some of his past with the thalmor

now both of those are definitely on the bigger side now that i think about it..

how about some much much smaller but kinda interesting ones instead?

Amulet of the Moon, a mini quest in which you help out Kharjo, one of the khajiit caravan gaurds, finds his stolen amulet. since the location is random and by the time you get the item, chances are the caravan has moved locations again. might be amusing for taliesin to note this fact upon taking on the quest.

was looking through the wiki for side quests and found one i didnt even know existed but would definitely be interesting to see taliesin's thoughts on it. the quest in question is called "Find the Thalmor Assassin." apparently if Malborn is still alive at the end of Diplomatic Immunity, he'll find his way into the gray corner of Windhelm and be hiding out in New Gnisis Cornerclub. Malborn wants to leave for morrowind but a strange khajiit is staking out the docs everytime he tries to go down to hop onto a boat out of the city. you help him out by taking care of the Assassin out for him

the quest "Fit for a Jarl" would honestly be a short but delightful one with taliesin along. perhaps also with some suggestions for outfits and altmer styles?

a very small delivery quest, "Salt for Arcadia" has you help out Farengar Secret-Fire by dropping off some frost salts to the local alchemist, Arcadia. once you hand over the items she remarks that she needed them to make a love elixir to use on Farengar. i personally wanted to yoink back the frost salts from her but the quest is marked complete and theres nothing more you can do. i cant imagine taliesin would have a better reaction to this quest than me XD

"The Affairs of Hagravens" this quest starts once you enter Blind Cliff cave and has you assisting a captured hagraven reclaim her tower. cant imagine taliesin would have any positive thoughts on you helping her or her appearance but the opportunity to be up close to a hagraven Not out to kill you both is an interesting one

I'm reaching out for requests on what misc. /smaller quests players would like to see Taliesin react to.

Reblog or comments would help as we continue to work on Tally's development.

[midnightcrisisstuff]

actually no, we're not "dating". we're bound together for infinity. like the stars. so, fuck you, actually.

[tips4yourlifee]

The Obsession

Hey there, friends! Today, I want to share with you something that's completely changed the game for me. It's called "The Obsession Method: Get a Girlfriend or Get Laid." This life-changing program is designed to help you get more attention, more affection, and more intimacy from the girls of your dreams.

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[kkoct-ik]

yttdisms now im moved in

[wolfwarrior142]

Aaravos with his first child: *loves her so deeply, profoundly devastated for a century after she's unfairly killed, causes chaos for centuries after*

Aaravos with his second child: Fuck this little freak lol

[arcanegifs]

Happy Mother's Day to our Arcane Moms ♡

[trappedinafantasy37]

Anybody else realize that it is news to Minthara to find out that Ketheric wasn't working alone? She knew about Orin this entire time, but still thought Ketheric to be the head of the Absolute. Obviously she knew Orin was involved with the Absolute and did something for them, but she didn't realize the extent of power Orin actually had. And I think it is pretty fascinating that Minthara "men are only useful for breeding" Baenre did not immediately presume that the woman was in charge or had any significant power in the Absolute.

Can you imagine how Minthara felt to find out that not only were Orin and Ketheric working together, but that they were equals? I think it only dawns on her how much danger she was in the entire time and just how little control she had over herself. She was made the personal plaything of one of the three prongs of the Absolute and was slowly being driven into the same kind of mad monster Orin was. So what would have happened to her if Ketheric fully claimed her like he had intended before Orin basically stole her? How much worse could Ketheric have done to her? Or was she only in her shit ass predicament, debased amongst goblin trash out of Ketheric's pettiness for Orin?

But like, she knows Orin is the Chosen of Bhaal so she already knows how powerful and dangerous she is. But it almost seems like after finding out Orin is Ketheric's equal, she kinda places her at the top of the hierarchy between the Chosen Three anyway and insists she is the most dangerous. By Menzoberranzan standards, she probably would see Orin as being the most deadly and dangerous. Because in her experience, the woman is the most powerful. Orin already did a lot of fucked up shit to her, but she realizes that Orin could have done so much worse.

It makes a bit more sense why Minthara's tone about Orin turns from rage to terror in between acts. She is the only character in the game that portrays Orin as a threat. Gortash, Sarevok, Fel - they all treat her like a joke, an annoyance, someone to roll your eyes at. But Orin has shown a side of herself to Minthara that others either don't see, or don't take seriously. Orin is cruel for cruelty's sake - she revels in the suffering she brings to others. Minthara has scars and nightmares left behind by Orin, and it ultimately meant nothing. No - Minthara's suffering empowered Orin. Chronologically, Orin probably got her hands on Minthara after taking out Durge and establishing herself as Bhaal's Chosen. She was on a winning streak. Minthara's torment was her celebration, her victory lap, a tool to establish herself as the true monster she wants to be seen as. Everyone in her life has overlooked her, so she created a victim who never will. A victim who is so paranoid, that she is constantly looking for Orin's presence everywhere she goes, because Orin could be anywhere... Orin could be anyone...