#im open to being proved wrong but. hmmm.

[lunarcloak]

Again, I wanna wait to type out allll of my thoughts on Rinrin until the officials are out (and believe me, I have a lot of thoughts about Rinrin). But something about the fact that Isagi categorises him as a self type Egoist in this chapter, acknowledging that he might have to take Sae's role to defeat Rin in some way (which brings me back to the parallels between Isagi and Sae) AND the flashback....

Toys break and don't heal, because they don't bleed the way humans do. HMMM.

AND. The next chapter titled as "Life is Beautiful" ?? Oho. I'm intrigued.

[anthroposeen]

tmagp 21 relisten notes

happy end of hiatus! beware of tmagp 21 and light tma spoilers below the cut!!

scene:

this is a continuation of the night of episode 20! so all of the events occurring in this episode are happening directly after the events of episode 20 with very little skipping forward

celia:

- we open with her trying to cheer sam up after their intervention of sorts in ep 20. shes concerned that hes upset over her and alice not wanting to be involved with his investigations and reacting poorly to him bringing up quitting

- she suggests that sam can stay at the OIAR while trying to make change from the inside

- when sam asks her about whats been bothering her, she says she has a "complicated immigration status" and this would stop her from taking jack with her.

- ive taken it as canon that celia is from the tma universe, but this is another clue towards that conclusion. this also implies that shes discovered a way to take her back to her original dimension, or at least knows enough about that process to decide she cant take jack back with her. but staying with him (in this universe) means she has some complicated decisions to make (im assuming this is partially about her struggles with teleporting)

sam:

- hes worried that alice is right about the morality of them working for the OIAR -> he can accept that the organization is evil, but he cant let himself go on knowingly administering evil

- his main motivation to stay instead of seeking out a different (less prestigious) job is his desire to not disappoint his parents (i think a lot of sam's motivations will be centered around him meeting expectations, getting attention, and proving people wrong)

- he maintains that he will quit once/if he gets enough information to convince him to leave. this is a pretty interesting thing for him to say, considering hes only been drug deeper into the job the more info he gets.

- sam volunteers to help celia and jack with "anything" -> im willing to bet this will come back to bite him on the ass in the future, and i wonder what favor celia will be asking him to complete. i wonder if shes willing to take him up on the offer even if it puts him in danger

alice:

- though the incident is read from sam's desk, alice is the one who found it and started it up. im betting that she was poking around his cases to see if there were any corresponding to TMI or their conversations

- "You bastard. You wanted him to read this, didn’t you? Just slipped it into his caseload, all subtle like and waited for him to hear it. Well not this time [...] Colin was right about you. What do you want? Hmmm? Who’s in there?" this is a huge reveal in terms of what alice believes in. in ep 20, she shoots down sam and colin trying to explain that the computers are listening and communicating with them, but now it sounds like she fully believes in it after all

- i think that she either pretended to not believe in it to encourage sam and colin to drop it, or that she really did think they were crazy and took to investigating sam's workload to see if he was right. either way, she seems fully convinced now, and has gone so far as to attribute this behavior to fully sentient people, seeing as how she asked who was in there.

lena:

- she's suspicious of alice using sam's computer, and doesn't believe that theres been more technology issues. according to her, the system has worked better in colin's absence, so he was likely trying to sabotage jmj

- she's worried about gwen being late from her assignment, but pretends to not be concerned around alice

gwen:

- right as ink5oul traps her, she is compelled to begin a statement (which sounds to be corruption-aligned). she was claimed by error and ink5oul allowed her to run away. we can assume gwen was able to escape them both, but i wonder if her attachment to error will cause problems with future externals (will it stop her from interacting with them or will this provide her with the protection shes been wanting?)

ink5oul:

- not only can they tattoo people with ink created by their own skin/blood, they can also manipulate the tattoos of others! very cool character/monster design

- once interrupted by error, they originally try to fight over who is 'claiming' gwen, but they back off and let error take her. the way they interact with error implies that theyve seen other avatars before

error:

- the tape recorder click seems to be an indication of them entering the scene, and of things shifting to follow tma world building conventions

- they compel gwen to begin a statement, and warn ink5oul from touching her, claiming her as theirs

- "they are all mine", i think this is referring to the OIAR as a whole, especially considering alice has already had an encounter with one of error's potential victims

incident:

narrated by chester at sam's terminal, about the magnus institute (TMI)

- the incident is in the form of a letter/email sent from the co-treasurer of TMI to other members of the institute.

- TMI was planning on having an exhibit at a dome built to instigate a grand ritual in the year 2000. this ritual was based in the hopes of using the transmutative powers of the dome to harness the power of the turn of the millennium.

- mr. leonardo argues that the date (2000) and location of the dome and ritual are ineffective. he believes that the date shouldn't be decided based on cultural significance, it needs to be decided based on astrological significance. since the concept of the new year and turning of the millennium depends on the calendar used, its subjective and less stable than using a date determined by the movement of the stars, which every culture holds as a constant.

- he also believes that the dome will not be a secure location to bring about this ritual for universal transmutation because it will not have a balance between optimism and fear. he thinks that the dome would sponsor more energy for fear than optimism, due to socio-political changes and public interpretation of the dome.

- on top of the dome not supporting balance, mr. leonardo also proposes that the ground its built on is impure. he found the site to have a horrible smell and the workers to be uninterested, dirty, and ill (much of this part of the incident lends itself to the corruption)

- the foreman of the site said he wasnt sure how long the structure was expected to stay up, that it could stand the test of time or fall apart within a year.

- during his investigation of the site, mr. leonardo also witnessed a man's doppelgänger be pushed from the earth of the construction site. the new man was older (symbolizing the future), and looked sickly. the younger man tried to scream, but was taken into the earth by his copy.

- this case as a whole is interesting because mr. leonardo is not supporting the dome for its power leaning toward fear over optimism. he seems to genuinely want balance between these powers, so the purpose of the TMI ritual was not to pull through one power. the focus is on successfully attainting a universal transmutation

glitches/lies:

- "yeah/yes" alice, lying about sam consenting to her using his computer

- "ill let him know when he gets back" alice

- "only about your caseload" lena, lying about not being worried about gwen

extra comments:

- im unsure if this is just a personal interpretation or maybe unintentional from the sound editors, but it really did sound like chester was significantly less robotic in tone as that incident ended

- the water sound effects as gwen was chased by ink5oul were really well done, all of the sound design done this episode was just so incredible!! the chase scene was so clear and i loved the added background music/instrumentals

- once gwen drops her phone into the water, our next audio-on is the tape recorder click!

- the tape recorder physically biting ink5oul was very funny, i think its fun to introduce them as kinda sentient/physical beings, but it also rides the line to comedy a bit too much to be scary here

- im unsure of when the police report from episode 18 took place, and that will be a major decider in this theory being relevant, but i think error is the entity that has been influencing corpses to talk. it's victims are compelled to share stories in tma's statement format, and the elements of their stories are pretty aligned with the tma fears as well. it seems to be targeting the OIAR staff, since one of its statements has been in their caseloads, alice met one of the victims, and now its stopped gwen from getting ink5ouled. Im unsure why or how it knows the OIAR is important if its from the tma universe. it could be sensing celia, whos also from its dimension, or maybe it still holds a connection to jmj (who are definitely sentient)

- this incident also explains why the protocol was used against TMI! the fire that destroyed the institute happened right before they would have been able to execute the ritual for transmutation

[theneighborhoodwatch]

002 - Popstar, Franklydear and whatever we call what Wally and Home have going on

(send me a character/ship to hear my thoughts)

i've gotten Multiple asks about all of these pairings, so let's not waste anymore time. under the cut bc unsurprisingly this got Long.

POPSTAR

when or if I started shipping it: i think it first Really started with this pokemon AU post clown made talking about what he thought they'd be up to in that universe... the language he uses in that post really caught my eye, and it just kinda snowballed from there, especially as canon started picking up and we saw more of them interacting 1-on-1.

my thoughts: i feel like we don't really get a lot of yuri in this specific Type of horror (i.e. cute thing is secretly fucked up), at least not in the west. i think that's a crying shame, but i believe popstar has the potential to truly open the floodgates. unless i'm forgetting herstory - idk i feel like there's definitely some rpgmaker game out there that'll prove me wrong but you know what i mean. more mascot horror yuri NOW.

What makes me happy about them: i think it's super cute that they both kinda geek out whenever one of them asks the other for help, like they're being asked by this big huge celebrity and not, like. their literal next door neighbor lol. sally in particular - as bullheaded as she is, her insistence on trying to put poppy in the spotlight more often isn't because she thinks poppy is untalented and needs to train up, but because she genuinely thinks poppy is Just That Stunning And Talented And Beautiful, and doesn't want that to go to waste. nepotism has never looked so romantic <3

What makes me sad about them: sally seems to enlist poppy's help Way more than poppy does sally's, and while sally clearly Wants to take poppy seriously, she has a hard time not immediately brushing off other's concerns in general because She's An Auteur, Dammit, She Knows What She's Talking About. it does make me very worried for poppy! i think things between them are gonna get Way worse before they get better lol. not dysfunctional enough to be toxic yuri but certainly painful enough that it will Get Me when it happens.

Things done in fanfic that annoys me: THAT NOBODY WRITES IT

Things I look for in fanfic: MORE OF IT

My kinks: again, serious in-depth answers go on the nsfw blog only. i will say i think they're definitely those people who keep trying to set up roleplay scenes only to get distracted by trying to figure out the technical aspects and/or getting so in-character that they forgot what the end goal was.

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: poppy partridge if you read this im free on Thursday night and would like to hang out. Please respond to this and then hang out with me on Thursday night when I’m free.

My happily ever after for them: after a series of trials and tribulations, complete with at least one breakup arc, the two of them reconcile in an appropriately dramatic apology-that-looks-suspiciously-like-a-marriage-proposal scene. i don't really know what happens after that. i was going to say they go on to become lesbian statler and waldorf, but i think they would both be too invested in trying to give actual constructive criticism, so maybe they just mst3k it instead.

FRANKLYDEAR

when or if I started shipping it: i dunno! i don't remember ever being opposed to the ship, but there was definitely a period of time where my approach to it was more "hmmm i wonder what this ship being canon means for welcome home's Themes" and less "ough fuck they make me so sick," as opposed to the current day where it's a pretty even mix of both.

my thoughts: god what haven't i said about them. i think i peaked with this post. i don't think anything i say can summarize the appeal of their relationship to me more succinctly than that.

What makes me happy about them: when it comes to eddie, frank is like. frank is so fucking funny bc he seems to be under the impression that he's being subtle. yeah get mad whenever anyone who isn't you makes fun of that beautiful big breasted mailman to the point where you'll even defend his honor in the merch advertisements and also when you Do make fun of him be sure to be gentler than you would be with almost anyone else but also don't let up entirely bc then you won't get to see him be adorably flustered and also enforce a surname-only basis with him so people don't think you're getting too chummy but ALSO drop the surname-only basis whenever he seems genuinely upset to let him know that you're worried about him and want to help. and also do this in front of everyone at a holiday party. nobody will suspect a thing. and the best part is that IT WORKS ON EDDIE. EDDIE ALSO THINKS FRANK IS COOL AND TRUSTWORTHY AND RELIABLE ENOUGH THAT HE AUDIBLY/VISIBLY RELAXES WHENEVER FRANK ENTERS A SCENE.

What makes me sad about them: EDDIE'S ASS IS NOT PREPARED FOR THE DAY THAT IT'LL BE FRANK IN THE PROVERBIAL LOVESEAT OF TORMENT. arguably neither is frank but like given how eddie saw frank at the end of the homewarming special? it's going to FUCK him up.

Things done in fanfic that annoys me: when i click on the eddie dear/frank frankly tag. and i filter out all mentions of wally darling. i should not still be seeing wally darling. do u understand. get that little yellow cunt OUT of here!!!!!!!

Things I look for in fanfic: pre-established relationship hurt/comfort or angst. i realize i may be alone in my interpretation of franklydear as not being Together together yet, but i am stubborn.

My kinks: i wonder how many times i can say "ask for my nsfw blog" without it getting old.

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: GOOD QUESTION. i don't think either of them would particularly struggle to find a partner if they didn't end up with each other, but i also can't see either of them being attracted to any of their other neighbors.

My happily ever after for them: these two images specifically. in general they should get to be huge cornballs for at least a little while should they successfully endure The Horrors.

HOME AND WALLY. HOMEWALLY? WALLYHOME? WHO KNOWS.

when or if I started shipping it: an old friend of mine made a joke about it once in 2022, waaaay before there was any like, huge fandom presence outside of a few scant discord servers. i thought about it too hard and now i'm here.

my thoughts: romantically or not, THEY ARE SOOOOO DOOMED, DUDE. THEY ARE SO FUCKING DOOMED. and i don't mean, like, "yeah they have some stuff that makes their current relationship less than ideal but i'm sure they can work things out ^-^" no i mean DOOMED. there's only one way this relationship can end and it is in BLOOD and TEARS. and i will be there with a tissue box and a big ol' bucket of popcorn. i've written about them so much on this blog already but by god i will write more.

What makes me happy about them: the obsessive aspect to their relationship, like. it feels very mutual. it would be so easy to make home coldly imposing 24/7 and/or just have them be taking advantage of wally's love for them, but. no. they seem just as attached to their inhabitant as he is to them, for better or worse. i get a lot more mileage out of a relationship where both parties Love each other and desperately want to be all-encompassing for one another in All aspects of relationships, but live in a reality where that simply cannot be, and their relationship is wildly unhealthy as a result. home is a monument to a past that either never existed or cannot be revived without Severe consequences. but wally doesn't care about that. all wally cares about is that he is his home. see also: this post.

What makes me sad about them: [copypastes the entire above paragraph]

Things done in fanfic that annoys me: most wally/home fic is either pure crackfic or fic in which home gets hit hard with the ron the death eater treatment. like jesus, he's already pretty morally ambiguous in canon by just Standing There, you don't need to make him an actual rapist to establish that his and wally's relationship isn't exactly ideal.

Things I look for in fanfic: i don't look for it because i've pretty much given up on it being there at all, but i hope more folks write some actual character study-adjacent stuff about them some day!

My kinks: i do have actual answers to this but no way am i stating them here. again, i have a separate blog for that.

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: LITERALLY ANYONE ELSE.

My happily ever after for them: you know that's not gonna happen.

[fairytaehl]

Lol, I went to look at hot springs scene in Moonlight (Esther and Ding Yu played the main leads in that too)

moonlight is on my list! probably a bit further down after i watch perfect match, fangs of fortune, moonlight mystic……. maybe. we'll see LOL.

but that scene will suffice for what we lack in LGIEF.

I like to think Miaomiao is proving us with fan service at Mu Sheng's expense =).

true!!!

https://m.weibo.cn/detail/5102740008601829#&video

crying. what i love so much about all these BTS stuff is that we still see them acting as the characters, and i love seeing them outside of all the constrictions in the CD world doing such mundane things (even if its under the guise of a photoshoot here, of course one can still pretend.) its so cute to watch this after seeing the series and how soft and fond ziqi is of miaomiao. ;_;

The drama changed it to, she has infinite respawns. She has only succeeded once in changing his mind. The drama glosses it over, how can she have romantic feelings for someone that has repeatedly killed her.

For me, he has dug a very deep hole for himself, and it make sense that she wouldn't have romantic feelings for him until he is very nice to her for a while.

i have to say, i dont mind the respawns. i think it made it more like, well, a game, which is what its supposed to come across as, i suppose. while i think the drama may not take it so seriously, it fits miaomiaos temperament with how she lets it go relatively easily. she realizes why her percentage with him is -200% off the getgo (ripping the talisman, burning the map, getting him in trouble, etc.), and as ive mentioned, this is fantasy to her, so mu sheng is merely a NPC, and hes not really hurting her/her feelings because, at that point, hes not Real Enough.

its only when he starts actually liking her and being all tsundere sweet to her that she starts to feel anything, especially since she has to get him to be in love with her, she has to act a bit romantically, it only comes naturally then, if that makes sense.

I don't think Miaomiao ever thinks about the morality of this again in the drama, but let me know if I'm wrong.

hmmm, i dont think its explicitly really mentioned, just my personal observations. i said in my ep 9 rewatch: "she definitely wants to say more, she stutters, looks him up and down, and stops herself. i cant say for sure why, honestly. i tried thinking of different reasons; she might reveal something she knows that she shouldnt / she feels bad doing this because she knows she has to romance him 100% and this would be an easy way to do that. i dont know, im kind of leaning towards the latter. would be open to hearing others opinions!" in regards to saying hes not a monster and then following up with the psychologist line.

i think after that (ep 10 onwards) we kind of get some reciprocation from miaomiao in regards to the romance, so it doesnt appear to be like she needs to feel bad anymore, but ill have to really tell based off when i write my posts.

I was disappointed that he says he feels the demonic power is increasing, but nothing happens with this. He never seems like he's struggling against bloodthirst.

THANK YOUUUUUUU omfg i felt this same way. he was sooooo upset about it and listen dgmw the water demon in the mountain definitely got her ass handed to her but like. i wanna see him go crazy go stupid???

It's a mistranslation. He asks, what are you doing in [this] room again?

wait. so is it his room? because it was his room earlier i believe. because then if she just willingly stepped into his room and washed his robes that changes so much of my view LOL.

And, it's extra challenging because we see his thoughts like in the novel. It relies almost entirely on his acting skills.

Plus, the drama speedruns the changes to his emotional state and behavior. Each change that originally took place over a few chapters is now done in the span of one episode or less, and he has so many changes.

TOTALLY. he was expertly cast for this, and im so glad hes getting recognition for it. mu sheng/ziqi is NOT an easy character to master, especially with all his emotions. when i watch other actors in shows now, ive been comparing them quite a bit LOL even though they characters arent alike, i still care about the emotion!!!

https://www.tumblr.com/disconnected-from-reality/767006302816845824

I HAVE! it was one of the first posts i saw after finishing LGIEF. can we cast him in everything ever forever please? <3

lgief rewatch ep. 8

ep 8… the most pivotal and crazy and amazing episode. so many moments to pick apart and rave over. let me not waste any time here because i have a LOT to say and a lot to rave over.

if youd like to discuss lgief, feel free to send me asks, chats, or reply to any of these posts.

ep 1 / ep 2 / ep 3 / ep 4 pre-festival / ep 4 festival / ep 5, 5 part 2 / ep 6 / ep 7 / ep 8

so we start off with a flashback of the real world of when miaomiao woke up to the bunny-cut apple. and now theres one next to her. a clear hint that ziqi knows her in that world. i didnt quite know what the reveal would be, but this was really cute!!!

look at ziqi's face. hes so deep in thought, and clearly troubled by whatever it is. obviously, its all about miaomiao getting hurt and also seeing his demon form. based off what he says, yao has been watching her the past two days, so this is likely the first time hes seen her. all the emotions have probably come rushing through him.

miaomiao has to take a second to wake up before she realizes, oh, ziqi is here?

and hes so attentive to everything he sees the slight shift of her body. and his first reaction is to get her up to speed, looking away and down at his hands, reassuring her that shes okay.

and miaomiao is like my wound? what about YOUR WOUND? bitch does what all of us ziqi fans wish we could do. SHOW US THE CLEAVAGE!!!!!!!

in all seriousness, i dont? think he had any direct cut or anything on his chest during the fight? so its interesting that she goes to pull his shirt??? also, miaomiao what is wrong with you? LOL. who just starts looking down someones shirt?!

continuity error on his grabbing her hands, which is interesting bc they put in the sound twice of it, so they knew the scenes werent clipped together properly.

hes SOOOOO taken aback like "what the fuck" love how he pauses, stammers and all because omg shes trying to touch my chest and he is not used to physical touch ESPECIALLY like this.

"thats not decent" while staring her down but hes got no bite in his voice.

again, looking away and pulling his robes to cover himself. maybe you shouldnt wear such a slutty v neck if you dont want someone trying to see smh.

shes so right for calling him out, too. "i saw it that day didnt i?" you did. you saw him in arguably his worst state. and yet…

fully reblogged version here

[spikesbimbo]

Soft sex pt.1   pt.2

-MSBY

Tags: cuddle fucking,cockwarming, morning sex, big dick!meian, bath sex, makeup sex, praise kink, hurt/comfort, pussy job

a/n: vanilla is not something to be ashamed of, its way more common than you think, you don't need to be doing kamasutra every night to keep the spark. none of that daddy shit in this. Srry : /

i also don't proofread, i h8 reading works right after i finish them, so let me know if anything's wrong.

NO KINKY FREAKY ASS SHIT 

**ONLY SOFT SEX BEYOND THIS POINT**

18+ Minors DNI

-Hinata

….Morning... sex. mmhmm

He could usually control his morning wood

But after being gone for so many days, finally coming home to see you, it was impossible

You woke up after you heard a few groans, feeling him rut into your back, turning over to see his face flushed and cheeks red, whether it be from getting caught or his activities 

So you decide to help him as a good s/o should

But you're also tired… 

So you just pull your pants off and tell him to go at it, not too rough because you had to work in the afternoon.

-

“Baby, you okay?” you faintly asked, turning around, eyes trying to open after hearing him make some noises. You hated when people disturbed your sleep, which you oh so loved, but your boyfriend was an exception, sometimes.

But what you didn't expect when you opened your eyes was catching him, red faced, with his hand in his boxers trying to make it stop. Looking like he was in a lot of pain, so your quick mind got on it, not wanting to see his face in any more discomfort.

“Here” you said, shuffling your back into him while pulling down your panties, setting your ass on his bulge, grinding a little to get him to hurry up. Knowing this was the only way you could take care of him.

“You sure?” he asked already putting his cock into you being needy as ever, which indeed you thought was cute in way but him stretching you out made you respond by pushing yourself even more against him, bottoming out which both of you let out some moans and curses, softly saying them as he wrapped his arms around your torso, giving you a minute before he started moving.

“S-shoyo”  you quietly gasped, holding onto the pillow as he pushed himself into you trying to close your eyes and relax, slowly but restlessly, getting deeper in you with every thrust. Leaning back into him his arm now moving around your chest, angling himself to where it felt good. 

His thrusts felt agonizingly slow, teasing almost, as he shoved his face into your shoulder, groaning how good you felt. “fuck, baby m’gonna cum.” he whined out. The pressure in his hips getting stronger with you clenching around him.

‘s’okay, hurry up and cum baby” you cooed, feeling him grow in you, wanting him to feel good, moving your hips back to catch his. “fuck-k” he finished, the warmness spreading into you, some dripping out onto your legs, slipping on the bed.

“You good now?” you giggled after some time, him finally sporting a smile instead of a frown. “thank you...” he shyly muttered out, turning you around to face him, wanting to see your pretty face.

“Can u wake me up at 3?” you asked, giving yourself another hour to get clean. Already being put back because you had to come in earlier today.

“Yeah cutie.” he said, putting it on his phone, you too worn out to do anything but stay still, now facing him while he snuggled into your chest, his head right under yours, finally getting the rest you deserved.

-Atsumu

You were a sensitive little thing, loving how rough and needy he got with you.

But sometimes you needed a break, it hurting too much leaving you sore.

But you're also a fiend for him okay?

who wouldn't be?

Jumping on him every hour of the day.

So you go and straight up, atleast try to, tell him that you want him to be easier with you.

But you were also embarrassed of it, being so needy for him, also not wanting his ego to get any higher than it was,  due to you basically you telling him you needed him everyday.

And he's like ok!! on it (¬‿¬)

-

“What wrong pretty girl, hmmm?” he asked, pulling your waist closer to him, dragging his hand on your upper thigh, fingers finding the outline of you panties under that skirt you were wearing. Him wondering why you looked so distraught just walking up to him.

“Tsumie” you said ignoring his question, bringing up your own, trying your best to get it out only for it to get caught in your throat.

“Hmm?” he responded turning all his attention on you, his gaze making you even more nervous.

“I- um... was just wondering if you could- ya know....bealittlemoregentlenexttime?” you said, muttering the last part out, hoping he understood and wouldn't inquire any further. 

He paused for a minute, taking in what you just said, glad that you were comfortable enough to express your thoughts around him, pulling you closer until his face was to your chest, looking up at you with his eyes glistening due to the reflection of the lamp in them. “Right now princess?” he smirked much softer than he usually did.

“Here baby. You're gonna come with me, and i'm gonna take good care of you...real good care of you.” he said, playful traces underlying his words, getting up from his chair while picking you up with him, hands under your thighs already causing a problem. Yes you loved dom, rough atsumu but when he was sweet and gentle, that was a whole nother story, as you could prove right now.

He gently laid you on the bed, taking all your clothes off, kissing all over you until you were wet enough, before attempting to “test” you with his fingers. To which you whined in protest, wanting him in you right now, wanting to feel his warmth inside and out of you.

He positioned himself on top of you, listening to whatever you wanted, fully settling himself inside after sometime, giving you time to adjust to him. He started moving his hips back and forth, his view of you beneath him being picture perfect, as you could say them the same before leaning down into you, muttering words of praise and affection in your ears. The only sound you responded with was moans and cries, but the look in your eyes, the look of want and need, the baseline for love, told him what he wanted to hear, but it wasn't enough.

“Thank you for putting up with me, you know i love you, huh? tell me baby.” he said not rushing you wanting you to feel at ease with him “Tell me you know i love you” he finished, desperate undertones in his words, looking at you with those big sweet eyes.

“I-i know you... love- me.” you choked out, his soft thrusts still hitting you deep, knocking on your cervix, but it felt so good; being in eachothers arms,  hitting all the right spots, his breath in your face entangling with yours, feeling more connected than ever. Before you knew it the two of you had finished more than once, now resting in eachothers arms, a 

“You feel good baby? He asked, an airy smile plastered on his face, you trying to do the same moving closer to him so he could hear you, arms still wrapped around each other.

“yeah.”

 -Kiyoomi

You loved him so much, even when he was a meanie

And he did the same, internally grateful that he was lucky enough to get someone as sweet as you.

Which is why he was making up for the argument he started earlier today.

Not meaning anything he said, just stressed and taking it out on you : ( not knowing how to apologize with words.

So he does what he knows you love, but you never ask him bc you don't want to bother him. 

You loved him touching you and vice versa, but you respected his wishes and only did it when you two were alone, even holding back in private too, not wanting to bother him.

So he gives you want you want, a physical form of an apology, another way to express his feelings. 

-

“shh..” he tenderly mumbled into your ear, the one he’d been kissing on for the past few minutes, the sloppiness of it that you loved. Your chest to his back, being completely nude with your legs spread open, one of his hands pinching your nipple while grabbing the rest of the flesh around it.

The sweat and tears adoring your face, masked in pleasure, trying your best to look up at him only to receive a kiss on the head.  

“Yoomi~”  you sofly cried, clinging on your hands back onto the fabric of his shirt, the one that he got back from his press conference in, the one that he came back in a bad mood, immediately taking it out on you.

His thumb played with your clit, two of his long fingers sliding in as well, leaving you more of a mess then you were already in, his voice accompanied, encouraging you to. He curled his fingers into you, not roughly but hard enough to make you feel it. Your other hand shakily grabbing onto the arm he was blessing you with.

You were such a sweetheart for him, an angel he thought. As soon as you walked in the room he could swear he saw a halo around your head, looking at you long enough to where he could bask in your beauty, but short enough to where you couldn't tell.

Sometimes he felt like he didn't deserve you, being such a bad boyfriend that can't attend to your “needs”, feeling like a dead weight on you. But the way you followed him around like a lost puppy, expressing your love for him in ways you knew he would like reassured him that you were the one.

“-omi” you moaned, legs now shaking, holding them in place with his arm, his fingers working faster while his hand was still cupping your breast squeezing it every once in a while.

“Come for me love.” he warmly mumbled into your ear, taking a break from kissing down your neck, his marks accompanying the glistening of your skin, being the prettiest sight in his eyes. You freezed up in his arms, finally letting go of his shirt, your head rolling back as far as it could. You ultimately getting the both of you dirty, your cum being now a puddle beneath you two, not having the energy to fret about it.

He lets you rest in his arms after your high, lightly resting his head on top of yours, giving it another kiss, gently holding you leaning into you before whispering a faint “Im sorry.”

-Bokuto

This is regular occurrence for you two

Yes, he fucks the shit out of you, but lovingly < 3

You two always express your love for each other through touch, being intimate leaves to you in a daze.

But after he wins a game and sees you in the crowd so excited, a big smile appears on his face, feeling grateful to have you in his life.

He shows you how much he appreciates you

-

“i love you....so much” he said, dragging your clothes off, eyes following you like a needy puppy, his shirt hanging on by one of his arms still in it, the rest of him naked. 

You could only giggle in response, taking off the bra yourself, seeing that he was trying his hardest too, not wanting to take any longer. “Ko, baby what about you?” you said referring to his state letting out another laugh. His hair even more messed up from taking off his hoodie faster than  you've ever seen, looking like a little kid trying to dress themselves.

“baby.” you murmur, your hands landing on the sides of his face, into your space, trying to bring him back to reality for a second. “I'm always gonna be here, always... so you can take your time” you finished, seeing he finally took your suggestion as he stood up.

He took off his shirt, now being fully naked for your eyes to admire. But before you could let your hands touch his chest he grabbed them, softly pulling you into his lap, wrapping his big arms around you while letting his head rest on your shoulder.

You got the hint and relaxed as he lined himself up with you, moving his head so that he could see before pushing himself inside trying to hold back his eagerness. “feel good?” he asked thrusting in you a little, the blush covering his cheeks as he held your body closer. 

“yeah...feels so good.” you faintly whined out. “...only you could make me feel this way” 

His big frame melted into yours as he started moving, your words being music to his ears, his slow strokes making you feel his need. You leaned your head on his shoulder too, slightly moving your hips with his, wanting to feel him even deeper.

His hands moved to your ass and the top of your back, gripping them firmly against his soft movements, letting out moans as he felt you clench around him, the soft flesh being the only thing  keeping him grounded. 

“F-fuck baby” he started before you cut him off with a “shh, you can cum.” trying your best to seem stable with the way he was fucking you, bouncing on him, hitting those seep spots over and over.

You felt him release, the wetness dripping down your thighs falling onto his, hearing a few curses and moans along with it, giving you puppy dogs eyes asking if you'd let him fuck you again, and of course you couldn't say no.

He kept you in this position for the rest of the night so he could hear all the words of affection, the praise you said he deserved, moaned into his ear. The scratch marks and bruises being the only physical trace left, reminding him of the love you two shared.

“You did great bo.” you said with a smile, sitting in his lap, eyes fluttering as you feel asleep along with him. His grip on you was still tight, kissing you on the forehead, his way of letting you know how much he loved you.

-Meian

Date night yayyyy

Anyways, he’s admiring how beautiful you are, thanking the gods for giving you to him

And he wants to show you how much he worships the ground you walk on, taking it nice and slow, as usual, but this time it would stay like that.

Even if he tries to be gentle with you its still gonna hurt for a min.

Poor baby :’ (

But its okay cause he’ll dote on you and coo in your ear of how good of a girl you are for taking him. :  )

-

“Please, meian.'' you whined, grabbing onto his chest, sweaty skin linking you two together, thighs connected to his hips. Rubbing your bare self on his length, the lace panties you had on being long gone, tossed somewhere on the floor.

He couldn't keep his eyes off of you the whole night, the outfit you had on hugging you just right, the skin peeking out every so often, his hands wondering all over you to your obvious enjoyment; and on the ride home he couldn't keep his eyes off your lips. The gloss shining bright in the streetlights, your natural pout shaping your pretty little face, so innocent, reminding him of all the times you weren't.

“shhh... its okay, I got you angel. We can take it slow, okay?” he said already reading your mind, knowing how his pretty girl thinks, holding your weight making sure you didn't slide down him too fast.

He let you do whatever you wanted to your heart's content, it was always about you, he'd always go along with what you wanted, never doing anything you didn't. You wanting to ride him out of the blue, wanting to take it at your pace. He was more than happy to provide, you usually letting him do whatever he wanted to you, its only right that he returned the favor.

“You good doll?” he groaned, only the tip being in you right now, trying to accommodate his size, even though you were wet from him jumping on you the minute you walked through the door. His hungry eyes not leaving you once, picking you up while shoving his lips on your soft ones, hands raking through your clothes, his hands pulling them off till you only had your panties on.

“Ease up baby, look... “ he stated, his grip on your hips with his big warm hands making you melt into his touch, distracting you from your end goal. “m’sorry... im trying to go faster” you let out, a few tears following while you froze in place. Your mind racing with the thoughts of this not feeling good for him, only you, instant regret flooding your train of thought.

“No, no, no angel,” he started worriedly, wanting to take care of you as he should, leaning up against the bed frame now being face to face with you. “its all about you okay? don't worry doll it feels good for me too, I'm not as impatient as i seem” he said, a slight laugh accompanying him trying to lighten the mood.

“here, lemme move all the way inside you, then you can do whatever you want alright.” he somewhat asked. You nodded, holding onto his shoulders as his hands and hips moved, slowly filling you up, now trembling in his grasp. The stretch making you whine, feeling his balls against your ass, already rutting into him letting out a few moans while he leaned back, thinking you were the most precious thing he's ever seen, a slight smirk now on his face.

“Alright angel, im all yours now.”

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[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

hmmm im smelling far too much fluff lately- time to change that with soul-crushing angst! (please feel free to drop-kick this ask into oblivion if you feel even the slightest bit uncomfy).

Frisk never fell. instead, it was one of the last mages- a decendant of the mages that had made the barrier so many centuries ago. After the monsters had been corraled under the mountain, humanity turned on itself, on anything they could find to seperate others and make them scapegoat, and magic was a convenient thing to attack. Mages have long, long lifespans, almost equal to that of monsters- but even they can't survive being blown to pieces. our protaganist can't take being alone and in hiding anymore- and throw themselves down a hole on Mt. Ebbot to attempt to end their suffering. Lo and behold, they survive. They make it through the underground with peace and kindness- the only person they would ever try to harm, after all, is themselves, and monsters are just misguided and desperate. They break the barrier. The only thing they feel upon seeing that sunrise, however, is desperation. They did everything they could to die. And they still survived. In a fit of trauma induced panic, they reveal themselves to be the last of the mages and beg the monsters to kill them- after all, wasn't it the human mages that were responsible for their centuries of suffering? How do the monsters react?

love your blog!

-wisteria anon

Undertale Sans - No thanks. He made a promise to keep you alive and he worked very hard on it. He understands your point, and he won't judge you if you decide to take your own life, but if even him can find the strength to hope again, maybe you can too? It's your choice, and he's ready to be your confident along the way if you need to.

Undertale Papyrus - He's horrified you're asking this. To him even more. He doesn't understand why you are so angry about yourself, but he can be here if you need some hugs and an open-minded ear. He's ready to hear everything, I mean, he just discovers that his best friend Flowey is actually a murderer and he already forgave him. You can't be hold responsible for what your ancestors do, and you better not do anything stupid under his guard because he won't let you. You're his friend now and he cares about you. He's even ready to go in therapy with you to change your mind.

Undertale Asgore - If this is really what you want, he will do it. He knows how it can be difficult to hold the legacy of your own kind on your shoulders. He understands not everyone can bear it, after all, he was a very bad king too and did horrible things. He will of course try to change your mind, but if you are sure about your decision, he's bringing you back into the throne room to do this. Toriel will never forgive him though.

Undertale Toriel - It's a very strict and angry "NO." You are not your ancestors, you didn't do anything wrong. She knows you had a reason to fall, every kid before you had one, but more importantly, you have a family now. You are not alone anymore. And if monsterkind can heal after 300 years under a Mountain, she is convinced you can too. With help and time. She's not letting you down. She's not letting anyone down ever again. If you die, she will never forgive herself.

Undertale Undyne - She is really conflicted. On one hand, a few hours ago, she was actually trying to kill you, but on the other hand, after that tea party and the little date with Alphys, she is not sure she could do this without blinking. You just freed an entire people, that's proving you are not like the other mages. But she is no one to judge you. If you really want it, she will do it. Actually, she prefers to be the one doing that instead of Asgore. She thinks she can hold the emotionnal part, contrary to him. She won't. She feels so bad she will beg Asgore to put her in jail for what she done.

Undertale Alphys - When you finish your sentence, she looks at you. Then she turns away. Then she runs. She will not have this talk with you. You know, when you had that roleplay about confidence and stuff, it was nice, but you're burning the steps here. She will literally run to Toriel and tell her everything you just said to her. And then Toriel will do the same thing that above.

Undertale Mettaton - I mean, if you really want too he can organise a show for your death, but maybe ask Asgore or Toriel about your request because he feels like whatever choice he made, it will have bad consequences for him. And Mettaton is a coward.

Undertale Asriel/Flowey - He understands your choice. If you really want that, just before the Barrier breaks, he can take your soul. This way, no one will know what really happened to him, and he can be there instead to help the monsters go over your loss. Your name will never be forgotten, but your wish would be realised. A life for a life.

[wygolvillage]

hmmm barlowe related thoughts/headcanons:

-barlowe grew up in the same village that richter lived in before it got burned down during rondo of blood, and was a young boy in the 1790s. at a formative age he saw draculas castle rise twice, witnessed lots of destruction, and also saw who he was taught was the greatest symbol of hope for humanity turn towards draculas influence, which influenced his world view as he tried to rationalize this- "if god allowed this to happen then dracula is a factor in gods plan. to worship dracula is to worship an extension of gods will", basically. there might be some timeline complications here lol with how barlowe is 72 + ooe seems to take place in the 1870s based on the technology present. but ooe takes place in an ambiguous year in the 1800s anyway so its fine. cv is very anachronistic regardless lol.

-barlowes logic- "Dracula's power comes from the darkness in people's hearts--our hearts. Ask yourself then, why does he continue to return, regardless of defeat? Because our hearts yearn for Dracula's presence!"- on a more detailed level, boils down to the idea that if dracula only rises in the event of humanity's sin, and continues to return regularly, it means humanity is deserving of his destruction, which should be encouraged. i made a flow chart illustrating this concept a while ago lol. obviously the "darkness in peoples hearts" refers to the people who worship dracula anyway considering the lengths they go to to "cleanse the world in the forge of chaos", which DIRECTLY causes draculas return, and is often evil in nature. its self fulfilling! dracula cultists are pretty united in this core belief even though they sort of prove their own ideas wrong through how they operate. barlowe is the same, shaft is the same, etc etc.

-barlowe studied from the writings shaft left behind in the early days of leading ecclesia. since shaft had worked with using draculas remains before (in sotn, since alucard collects them to interfere with draculas revival in the inverted castle), thats how barlowe gets the idea to concentrate the power of draculas remains into a resurrection spell, which ofc requires a sacrifice to work. shaft also uses human sacrifice (that rondo cutscene where he stabs that lady to revive drac) so it makes sense i think... barlowe builds upon his work. its only after he created dominus that he takes in students to train to absorb it (flavor text says that shanoa and albus were trained to absorb dominus from a young age so i think its only after he creates dominus that he starts taking in orphans as potential vessels). he uses the idea of "taking in poor helpless orphans" to seem more kindly and generous and saintly

-barlowe was closely involved with his disciples growing up, being both an authority figure and a father to them. albus percieved more of the authority side, shanoa saw him as more of a father. albus had a lot of admiring respect for him and idolized his revolutionary magical research, which is also part of why albus pursued glyph research as well, in an "im gonna be just like you, sir!!" kinda way. that pedestal barlowe was on was cracked and destroyed irrevocably when albus realized he was going behind their backs and planning to sacrifice shanoa, which we see in ooe's opening scene. albus's whole view on the person he grew up idolizing and the order he was working for just kind of changes over the course of a day and i think a lot of albus's more questionable and impulsive decisions can be understood more easily when u realize how much that would freak someone out. after all, barlowe only encouraged the building of that metaphorical pedestal. he needed his students to be unquestioning if his plans were to succeed and he needed them to respect his authority. (as a side note, all of shanoas more familial closeness that barlowe had encouraged is absent once she loses her memories, for obvious reasons: she forgot that it happened, and she is unable to form emotional bonds, so during that time she views him purely as an authority to obey. still, barlowe holds it against her: "how dare you! even forgetting who raised you!" and all that)

-barlowe always knew that shanoas memories and emotions would be forfeited and it was an intentional sacrifice, and he always knew that fulfilling her mission meant her death. this is stated in-game but it is worth restating. "some of you will die but it is a sacrifice i am willing to make" lol

-barlowe hearing draculas voice from within the seal was like a religious experience to him. in his final moments he thought of himself as a "martyr for the lord" which has the double meaning of both meaning the lord as in god and lord dracula. on a similar note i think when he says "but i trust the lord's plan over [albus's]" the double meaning is also there. since u know. dracula is the Dark Lord™. dracula and god are like two sides of the same coin to him and operating to the same ends: to truly worship one is to accept the machinations of the other. thats his view, and something that the later cult, with light, led by celia, founds itself upon as well.

-not all ecclesia members were kept in the dark about the organizations true purpose, it was mostly just the disciples. celia fortner is descended from a loyal ecclesia member and a lot of her cults core beliefs come from that. the mantle of leadership over with light is passed down the family and though they were dormant for a while they gained more influence following the events of 1999. as a result there was very little of ecclesias records left, but celias mother revived their beliefs as best she could. from writings mentioning magic sigils, magic seals were born, and at some point "dominus" got misinterpreted as "dominance", causing a false misconception within the cult that ecclesia once had access to draculas commanding powers over souls. the lost village in dos is where wygol once stood, which is around the area of ecclesias operations. celia inherited leadership over with light after her mothers death.

[illfoandillfie]

5 Simple Rules For A Successful Fake Relationship: The Perfect Match (Epilogue)

5 SIMPLE RULES MASTERLIST

Pairing: Ben Hardy x Reader

Summery: What happens after you tell Ben you love him?

Warnings: SMUT (18+), oral sex (f receiving, implied male receiving), fingering, nipple play, it’s mostly just fluffy bullshit lmao

Words: 7129

A/N: Epilogue time! Apologies for taking so long to get this written, it’s been a rough few weeks. But we’re finally here!

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Being in Barcelona with Ben was like having a fresh start. One without intrusive photographers or the pressure of being walking advertisements for a movie. You almost had to physically push Ben out of the hotel on the first morning you were there. He was reluctant to leave you but, being lead actor, couldn’t exactly skip work. At any rate, you wouldn’t let him. It wasn’t so bad spending the day holed up in his suite. You went back to bed after he’d left and then, once properly rested, put music on as you caught up on emails and the like. In the afternoon you popped downstairs to explore the square the suite looked out on, visiting a quaint little bookstore, a shop full of touristy knickknacks, and a cute café that sold maybe the strongest coffee you’d ever had. Having so much time to yourself also gave you a chance to call Felicity and have a long conversation with her, filling her in on exactly what had happened after you got on the plane. She was thrilled to hear it had gone well and took a large part of the credit for herself. 

“Afterall, I was the one who told you to get off your arse. If I hadn’t you’d still be crying in bed,” You laughed and conceded she had a point, “but you’re not the only one who gets credit,” “Fine, but it’s like 90% down to me.”

But, even with so much to occupy you, by the end of the day you were eager for Ben to get back, bored of being on your own, ready to have the conversation you’d both been too tired to fully have the previous night. When he di[d finally walk through the door it was obvious he was just as keen to see you. You heard the thump of his backpack hitting the floor just inside the door and then him calling your name. He found you on the couch and rushed up behind you, leaning in for a kiss when you tilted your head back to greet him. “I love being able to do that,” he said softly as he sat down, making you smile. He asked how your day had been as you shuffled closer, letting him drape an arm around you and pull you against his chest. And for a while that was all you talked about, your day and his, everything you’d got up to. His had been a little busier, working with the stunt coordinator and fight choreographer in the morning so they could film the scene in the afternoon. Completely different from the prep you’d done for The Perfect Match, but you could tell how much he enjoyed it from the way he spoke about it. Even if he did end up with a few bruises as proof of his hard work. Before long though you had to address the question hanging over your heads, had to have the talk. It wasn’t an easy conversation. It took some time and meant being open about the previous few months – the insecurities and fears that had kept you from recognising and acting on your feelings, the impact being in the public eye had on you, the pros and cons of dating another actor and, perhaps most importantly, potential challenges you would face because of your previous history. You both readily admitted there’d been some rough moments when you’d handled things poorly and the question had to be asked of if you’d be able to move on from those patches and any wounds they’d caused. Any lingering reservations you had about Ben and his willingness to make it work were quickly put to rest. He was the first to offer up his vulnerabilities, both personal and professional, and discuss the space where they intersected with you. It was all you needed to be fully assured he was in it for the long haul. Of course, you reciprocated his openness with confessions of your own, harder to get out than you’d imagined, but he was patient and leant you a reassuring hand squeeze when you needed it. It wasn’t exactly fun but it was a necessary evil. And by the time you were done you both knew exactly where you stood and were in agreement about how to move forward, making it all worthwhile.

Neither of you felt much like going out afterwards though so you ordered room service, making sure to get a bottle of wine with the food, and celebrated quietly. Ben ran down to the nearest store and bought a few candles to make it seem a little more romantic and promised to take you out on a proper date the next night. “So would that be our first date? Or does everything from before count too?” you asked around a mouthful of food, looking at Ben across the candle lit table. “Huh, good question. I think it counts,” “Really?” you laughed, “I was about to say it doesn’t. It was all planned by other people and not really…real,” “Hey, not everything was planned out for us. That date where we painted mugs was all my idea and, might I add, something I’d thought about specifically to impress you. It was on my list of potential dates in case I got the chance to ask you out after we wrapped. Same goes for that brunch place I took you and the ice skating rink. Also those dates were part of what me fall for you so they kind of have to count.” You had to smile at that, “When did you know?” “Uh,” Ben dropped his gaze to where his hand lay on the table, “Our first date.” “Really?” “I’d already liked you for a while and then you went and decorated a mug with lyrics from the song I heard every time I looked at you.” It wasn’t until after he’d finished speaking that he lifted his eyes again, giving a small shrug. “That’s so ridiculously sweet, Ben, I might have to kiss you about it.” “Well I’m a sweet guy Y/N,” he was almost laughing when you made good on your threat, standing up from your side of the table and nearly pouncing on him. He just pulled you further onto his lap, the dinner forgotten as you revelled in the knowledge that making out was allowed now, encouraged even. “You wanna move this to the bedroom?” Ben asked, illuminated by the dancing flames more than the lights you’d left on. “I don’t normally sleep with a guy on the first date,” you said, pretending to weigh up your options as you twirled a strand of Ben’s hair around your finger. “We just agreed it’s not our first date. Closer to our fifty first probably.” “Hmmm, you make some good points, babe,” His face lit up and you nearly fell of his lap as he sat forward, “are we allowed to do pet names again?” You groaned into his shoulder but he just chuckled “You wanna move this to the bedroom, cuddle bunny?” “I hate you,” “No you don’t,” you could tell he was grinning, even with your face buried in the crook of his neck. “Little bit.” “Aww c’mon cuddle bunny, don’t be like that. I’ll make you feel real good.” “I don’t know Ben, you’ve got a lot to live up to.” “I do?” “You don’t remember? First night I stayed over at yours you made some pretty big claims about what you were capable of. Said if anyone asked I should tell them I came like three times,” you put air quotes around his words. “So you’re saying if I prove that I really am that good, you won’t complain about cuddle bunny or any other nickname I come up with?” “I never said that,” “You basically did and the challenge has been accepted.” You broke into giggles as he pushed you from his lap, only to lurch forward and kiss you, smiling himself. He led you into the next room, discarding clothes along the way.

                                                        ***

You laughed as you sat on the bed, watching as Ben hopped through the doorway on one foot, trying to kick his pants off his other leg as he went. Your shirt and bra had been lost somewhere between the table and the bed, his shirt discarded even earlier. He gave you a slightly sheepish smile as he finally managed to free himself from the jeans and followed you towards the bed. You leaned back, still on the edge of the bed, propping yourself up on your hands to keep your eyes locked on him and he followed, caught your lips again though softer than before, one hand hovering just above your shoulder, fingertips barely grazing you. It was miles from the first time you’d slept with him, when you’d both been full of alcohol induced confidence and a lack of clear thought. You pushed yourself closer to try and let him know he could be firmer, that you’d like it if he was. Instead he pulled back even more. “Is something wrong? Do you not want to do this?” “No, no I absolutely do. Just,” he smiled again, the shy half smile that made him seem even more boyish than usual, “you’re gorgeous and I kinda can’t believe this is happening. Again. Just give me a second to let it sink in.” “Benjamin I swear, if you start crying,” “I’m not going to cry,” he chuckled, “probably.” You waited, watched his eyes roam over every inch of you from your hairline to your waist, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake. Finally he kissed you again, already almost breathless, his hand cupping your jaw as if he had to work up to touching you elsewhere. Slowly his touch fell lower, neck, collarbone. When he grazed your breast he pulled his hand back again but you hummed at the contact and he replaced it. You stopped holding yourself up, let yourself lay back against the mattress as his lips moved to your throat, his thumb teasing the nipple it found to a stiff peak. It left your hands free to wrap around him, hold him against you. “Do you mind if I leave some marks?” “Go ahead,” you said, far more concerned about losing the feeling of his mouth on you than what would be left when he was done. You felt him nuzzle his nose against the underside of your jaw, and then a tingle down your spine as he found a spot to leave a large purple bruise, close to where he’d first given you a hickey at your request. You made a low hum and tilted your head to the side, exposing more of your neck to him, and he delighted in filling the space with more marks. Three along the column of your neck, one on your sternum and one on your right breast. “How’s it look?” you asked, as he raised his head from your chest. “Perfect. But that could just be because your boobs are right in my face. Very nice view.” You gave him a light pinch for his cheek but he didn’t react, far more interested in creating another hickey on your chest. “Hope you weren’t planning on filming any topless scenes anytime soon,” he mumbled, moving to repeat the process on your other breast, “makeup’ll have a hell of a time covering all these.”

By the time Ben was ready to continue his trail lower you were aching for more. Your underpants were slick with your need, nipples hard as Ben’s saliva caught the cold air he blew over them. Again you were struck by how different to last time it was. Then it had been fast, only minutes between being pushed up against the door and having his fingers in you. But now? Now Ben was taking his time. You understood why, of course. Back then you’d been trying to reach the end before either of you could think for half a second about it being a bad idea. You’d been drunk and clueless about how much you’d both wanted it to happen. All you’d had to do was palm him over his pants and he was raring to go. Not so much this time. He was certainly worked up, you’d found as much when you’d tried to cop a feel. But he stopped you before you got too far, laced his fingers through yours so you couldn’t stroke him off. He responded to your whine with a line about having a reputation to live up to and then let go of your hand as he slipped off your lap to the floor. He made you wait as he tugged your pants from your legs and then left another mark on your hip. You opened your legs wider for him, earning a small nip against your thigh. “Wish I’d done this for you last time,” he said softly, kissing the spot that was still tingling from the scrape of his teeth. You propped yourself up on your elbows to watch, “If you’d done this last time I’d have confessed my love a whole lot faster. Could-coluld’ve saved me the cost of the flight here.” You voice shook as he pressed his tongue to your soaked underwear and you briefly wished you’d packed some actual lingerie and not just your every-day sensible cotton knickers, but Ben clearly didn’t mind. “Cute panties,” he said between sucks through the material, “that wet patch from your pussy or my mouth?” He laughed as he pulled them off you, dropping them unceremoniously to the side as he sat up higher on his knees.

The next thing you knew was Ben’s fingers on either side of your lips, pulling you open. He glanced up at you, grinned when you whined softy, didn’t break eye contact as he dragged his tongue over you. No more build up, no more playful comments as he took his time exploring you. Just his mouth on you, determinedly pushing you to the edge. You let your head fall back with a squeak as he nudged your clit with his nose, following it up by sucking the nub into his mouth, pulling a moan from you. Your breath caught when he slid two fingers along your slit, coating them in your arousal and a whiny expletive was your response to one entering you. Ben pulled back and gave you a wink as he added another finger. You’d have told him off for being so cocky if you hadn’t felt so good. Instead you fell back to the mattress completely. “That feel good baby?” He asked between licks, stretching you out, trying to find the same spot he’d reached last time. “So good Ben,” “I love the way you say my name.” He pressed a third finger into you, shifted the angle slightly, and without thinking you twisted a hand into his hair, let him hear his name again. He hummed though you weren’t sure what caused it, only that it felt incredible, his lips wrapped around your clit. With soft encouragement he made you tip over the edge, squirming under him as you rode it out. He was gentle when he pulled his fingers from you and left a kiss against your thigh, waiting for you to come back to earth before he began gloating. “That’s one. How do you want the next? Same thing?” It took you a moment to figure out what he meant but he filled the time by kissing a path back up to your lips, shorter than the trip down had taken. “Well? What next?” he asked again when it seemed like you weren’t going to reply. “I could blow you,” you said, once again dropping your hand to try and rub him through his underwear. “Save that for another time. I’ve got a promise to make good on and an adorable nickname to give you.” “I was hoping you’d say that. Really want you in my pussy.” Ben laughed and leaned in to kiss you again, evidence from your orgasm still on his lips and chin, before pushing himself away to finish undressing. You watched him closely, taking in the V that was exposed and the light trail of hair leading under his waistband, the way his thumbs hooked into the material, the slightly theatrical wiggle he made to shake his pants off, how the second he was free of the fabric his hand came up to stroke over his length, seeking some brief relief. He turned away to grab a condom and you made yourself comfortable on the bed, moving to lay back against the pillows rather than hanging over the edge. And then Ben was practically diving on top of you, making you giggle as he kissed you again and again and again. Until he stopped to sit back on his legs, tearing open the condom with his teeth. “Can I?” you asked, pulling your lip between your teeth. “Sure,” As Ben nodded you sat forward, took the condom from him and closed your other hand around him. “Shhhhit,” he breathed out,” “C’mon babe, ‘m already h-hard. Just wanna be in you.” You hummed in agreement but took your time rolling the latex down his shaft as you pulled him into another kiss, thoroughly enjoying the noises he made in response. Soft throaty sounds, little whines muffled by your lips. You would have been happy just jerking him off except for the needy throbbing between your legs that made you hyper aware of how empty you were. “Lie back for me,” he said softly as soon as you pulled your hand away. You did as requested, settling back against the pillows once more. Ben nudged your legs open wider and finally sank into you, both of you gasping at the feeling. You moaned softly when he slowly pulled back and thrust forward again, wrapped your legs around him because it was the only way you could think of to get him closer. Carefully he took one of your hands in his, laced his fingers through yours and then repeated it with the other hand, holding them against the mattress as he fucked into you. His forehead dropped to yours as he let a curse slip into the air, “Didn’t a-appreciate your pussy enough last time. So fucking tight.” You couldn’t think how to respond, just squeezed his hands, your breath catching in your throat as he rolled his hips against you.  He kept the pace steady as he caught your lips again, less coordinated kisses that didn’t always get you full on the mouth as you moved with each measured thrust. Each one seemed to make it harder for you to breathe, your breaths coming in short pants, often accompanied by small whiny noises as you felt yourself getting close again. “Yeah?” Ben asked against your ear, a response to a particularly drawn out whine, “that good, huh?” If you’d been able to form coherent sentences you would have come up with some sort of witty way to tell him you needed more stimulation to actually get off. Instead all you managed to do was stumble through the words close, please, more as he nibbled on your earlobe. “Show me,” he rasped, releasing one of your hands so you could slip it between your bodies. I wasn’t long before the speed of your fingers on your clit outstripped Ben’s movement, your growing need to finish pushing you to rub faster, press harder. He groaned into your neck as you finally hit the edge and pulsed around him, pulled out before it became too much. You let your legs fall from where you’d hooked them around him though you whined at the loss. “Don’t worry,” he said softly as he took your hand and lifted it from your cunt, “more where that came from.” Ben pulled your hand towards him, leaning in to close the gap and suck your fingers into his mouth. You were sure you could have cum from that alone if he hadn’t already made you cum twice.

It didn’t make it easy to catch your breath or calm down entirely, but Ben was content to wait, thoroughly cleaning your fingers before he released them. He pressed a kiss to the inside of your wrist before he let you take your hand back. You let out a shaky breath as you looked up at him and almost laughed, “Jesus,” He stroked your leg gently, “Still one more to go, if you’re up for it. Not too sensitive?” “A little but I should be okay.” “Good. I really wanna give you that nickname. Annoy everyone else with how fucking adorable we are” “Shouldn’t have reminded me what the stakes are, maybe I am too sensitive,”

“What if I said I just wanted to fuck you until I cum then? More acceptable?” That did make you laugh, “Much more acceptable.” Ben grinned, his tongue darting out from between his teeth, and then readjusted your position. His arm wrapped around your hips, pulling you up into the air, as he leaned on the other and slid back in, deeper than before. “This okay?” “Y-yeah, yes,” As soon as he knew you were okay with the new position he began moving, faster than before. The angle he held you in meant he was hitting your sweet spot consistently which, aside from feeling good, meant your clit got a bit of a break. It felt even better when he dropped his head forward and gently tugged on your nipple with his teeth. You brought one hand up to grab his hair as he switched to soothing the nipple with his tongue. You had a hard time getting out anything other than a few curses and his name as his thrusts became more urgent but Ben had no trouble telling you how good you felt. Well, some trouble. His words came out stuttered and breathless and interrupted by curses of his own or sometimes muffled by your breasts. But that was a turn on in itself. Hearing Ben losing control, coming apart, because of you. It was enough to make you want to cum faster so you could hear him moan through his own release. You remembered what he sounded like last time and were eager to hear it again. So once again you let your fingers find your clit, shivering at the slight discomfort as you tried to match Ben’s rhythm. “God I’m gonna,” you managed to choke out, fingers tightening in Ben’s hair. “P-please Y/N, cum. I ne-ed you to cum.” Your voice caught in your throat as you tipped over the edge again, Ben doing his best to hold you up as he lasted about a second longer, pretty moans spilling from his lips.

                                                       ***

Afterwards you could barely find it in you to move. You stumbled on jelly legs towards the bathroom as Ben cleared away the condom and straightened the sheets, ready for you to curl up with him. You had just enough energy to fall into bed and lean your head on his chest. He pulled the covers over your legs and stroked your hair with one hand, his fingers catching in the odd tangle though he was careful not to pull too hard. His other hand smoothed up and down your arm, so gently it took you a few passes to notice. He was quiet for a while, watching you relax against him. And then, seemingly out of nowhere, “Think that means I win, right cuddle bunny? Or do you prefer honey bunch? Snuggle bug? Sugar bear? I could go on,” “I think cuddle bunny might actually be the lesser of all those evils,” you mumbled. “You sure that’s not cause you got used to it and now you kinda like it?” You gave a non-committal hum in response. Ben’s chest shook as he laughed but he protested when you made to sit up, assuring you he liked having you leaning on him like that, “Told you before, I like being the boyfriend and what kind of a boyfriend would I be if I didn’t let you use me as a pillow?” You couldn’t help but smile when you heard Ben refer to himself that way, happily settling back against him. He was right, the title suited him. You couldn’t wait to introduce him as such to Felicity and your other friends.

You stayed in Barcelona with Ben for a few weeks. Once or twice you snuck a peek at a gossip blog or a twitter hashtag, but most people’s attention seemed to be diverted from you onto other unlucky couples. There were a few threads about you not being home and a handful of photos of Ben and other cast mates taken from their Instagram accounts, sometimes accompanied by speculation of if their relationship was purely professional, but nothing much else. You were both thankful for that. It was easier to find your feet as an actual real couple without being hounded about it or seeing speculation about yourselves. You were free to visit restaurants and tourist spots on dates, explore the city together on days Ben wasn’t filming, just be more or less normal. A few times you accompanied Ben to set or out with the rest of the cast, listening in as they teased him for how much happier he was now that you’d arrived. There were a couple of sticky beak questions about the breakup the first time you joined them for dinner, but you laughed it off as nothing more than misinformed rumours and they readily believed you. Aside from being contractually obligated to keep the secret, it was just easier to pretend the previous few months had been real than try to explain it all. Of course, pretending was made all the easier by Felicity and Joe knowing. Joe had been happy when Ben told him the good news. He’d been a little annoyed too and threated Ben with the silent treatment, claiming it’s what he deserved for being so stupid, the sudden click of him hanging up startling you both. Ben’s phone rang again about thirty seconds later as Joe called back to claim responsibility for your reunion. “I totally knew you idiots liked each other and if I hadn’t helped, Y/N never would have got to Spain.” Ben leaned in to where his phone rested on the table, speaker on, “If you knew why didn’t you tell me she was into me?” “Pretty sure I tried! But you were too hung up on being all heartbroken to listen to me.” “Umm incorrect,” “Should have heard yourself man, boo hoo Y/N doesn’t love me like I love her, wah wah wah. Didn’t want to hear anything else.” Ben flashed you a disapproving look when you let out a snort of laughter and then turned back to the phone, “You’re such a dickhead,” “Call me cupid, Benny boy, I’m the reason you’re not crying in the shower anymore.” “You’re fucking full of it, cupid,” “Go on Y/N, tell him I’m right,” “Well,” you said, trying not to laugh again, “Joe did tell me where to find you,” “Exactly!” came the shout from the phone, “Y/N, I’ll give you some of the credit for actually flying to Spain, but It’s like 85% down to me.” “You should meet my friend Felicity. You’d get along.”

On quieter days when everyone was doing their own thing and neither of you felt much like leaving the suite, you’d sit around and help Ben learn his lines or stretch over his lap and work on a crossword puzzle together. Although, that was if you made it out of bed. Ben ran through his condoms in the first week you were there, both of you eager to make up for the missed opportunities and all the time you’d spent pining for each other. More than once he came back to the hotel to find you wearing nothing but one of his shirts, which invariably ended with him between your legs in one way or another. Or, when he was flushed and sweaty from whatever action scene he’d been filming that day, he’d slyly announce he needed a shower and suggest you join him. But eventually the real world called, quite literally, in the form of Mary letting you know you’d got the part in the witch movie. It deserved a celebratory drink out at a bar the cast had found, where you and Ben riled each other up so much you had no choice but to relieve the tension the minute your door was shut behind you. And then again first thing the next morning. Unfortunately, you couldn’t stay more than a few days after that. You had to fly back home and begin prepping for your new role. Thankfully it was being filmed around London, saving you from having to head out to the US straight after getting home from Spain. But it did mean leaving Ben, an occurrence neither of you were thrilled about, feeling like you’d not had as much time together as you would have liked. You decided to do something special for your last night so Ben booked a table at a nearby restaurant. He met you there straight from set, wearing nice pants and a dressy shirt rather than the trackpants and ratty tee you'd seen him in that morning, where you surprised him with a bouquet of flowers similar to those he’d given you on your make-up date so long before. “I love them,” Ben laughed, kissing your cheek as he pulled you into a hug, “I think the colours make my eyes pop,” You playfully shoved him away towards the restaurant but he grabbed your hand and pulled you against him. He was about to kiss you when a familiar clicking sound distracted him. Both you and Ben looked around, surprised and confused, and saw a young woman walking down the street, fingers quickly taping against her phone. Ben ushered you inside the restaurant and, as soon as you took your seats, pulled out his phone. “Bad news. She tweeted it.” “Guess that means the honeymoon’s over,” you sighed. “And we were so close too. Fucking busted with about 10 hours to go.” “Oh well. S’pose everyone was gonna find out anyway. If it wasn’t now it would have been in a few weeks when you get back home.” “Not like we aren’t used to it. So how about,” he poured you both a glass of water from the bottle on the table, “a toast. To being so fucking interesting the whole world wants to know if we’re fucking.” You laughed as you clinked your glass against his a took a sip.

The pre-production part of your new movie kept you busy which had its pros and cons. On one hand it was tiring and a lot of new information to take in. On the other it kept you distracted from the distance between you and Ben and the barrage of questions you were receiving about him daily. You met the women who were playing your sisters and spent a lot of time rehearsing with them, particularly focused on learning how to pronounce the spells you’d be casting and the names of the potions you’d be mixing. Ben chuckled when you told him you’d spent an hour being coached on how to pronounce a single word, a process which included a basic Latin lesson and lots of repetition. “Well at least I didn’t end up with a black eye from it,” you said, pointing at him through the video chat screen. Over the weeks you’d been apart you’d relied heavily on phone conversations and face time calls to keep in contact. There’d been a visit or two when you had the chance but both of you were busy and keen not to be splashed through every gossip rag around so they were few and far between. The calls were easier, more private, and quickly became part of your wind down routine – come home, snuggle up on the couch, and talk to Ben for a few hours. “Hardly having fun if you can’t accidentally get knocked out by a poorly thrown weapon,” “I beg to differ, but you do you Benny,” you laughed, reaching for your coffee. The mug Ben had painted for you. He smiled when he saw it. “Aside from learning Latin and not being beaten up on a daily basis, how’s the movie going?” Ben asked as he reached behind him to adjust the pillow he was leaning against. “God it's been so good so far. The girls are so lovely and fun to be around. Plus, y’know, as someone who spent a lot of her childhood making mud potions in the backyard and playing Harry Potter, getting to run around throwing spells and stuff is kind of a dream come true.” He laughed again, “you’re such a nerd, I love you.” “Shut up. How’s it going in Spain?” “Well I have a black eye and I miss you so... Nah, it’s all going really well. Copped a bit of shit after you left,” Ben rolled his eyes, “apparently I was depressed. But this shoot has been so good. Gonna be kinda sad to be done.” “How much longer have you got?” “Couple of weeks, I think.” “You should come over to mine when you land, I’ll cook you dinner,” “Yeah? I’d like that.” “Course you will, nice home cooked meal, a blowjob, what���s not to like.” “I’ll let you know when my flight is so you can prepare – buy ingredients, do jaw stretches. What’re you laughing for? I’m serious, we both know how big I am.” He laughed, breaking the façade of seriousness as his tongue stuck out between his teeth. “Are you ready for it?” “Beyond ready, I miss sex.” “Not what I meant. There were a few paps waiting for me at the airport last time I was coming back from visiting you. Mostly yelling questions about if we’re really back together.” “How bad is it?” “Not as much attention as we were getting while we were doing press for the movie but it’s pretty annoying.” “They’ll calm down. After they see us a few times and they find someone else to lose their shit over.” “Yeah, probably. But you’re still good with this happening, even with the extra attention?” “Y/N, babe, we talked about this already. We always knew it was likely to happen and nothing’s changed since then. I still want to be with you.” “Just checking,” “I know. Now, I don’t have to be on set for another half hour so why don’t you tell me more about this blowjob I can expect.”

Ben was right, though it took longer to die down than you’d have liked. Felicity alerted you to a number of articles both in print and online after Ben got home. It almost felt like the days of promoting The Perfect Match – photos of you walking hand in hand and sitting at cafes and sneaking kisses on street corners being tweeted and commented on, articles about your latest date and speculation on if another breakup with imminent. The difference was this time you didn’t recognise the people taking the pictures. But, after a month or so, when it became clear you weren’t going to start arguing in fancy French restaurants again the magazines and websites started posting less and less. “It’s like Mary said,” Ben shrugged when you brought it up, “people like conflict and we’re not giving them any.” And that was true. Without the pressure of keeping your feelings hidden from each other or yourselves you were less prone to sulky silences and terse words. Plus no one was telling you to break up for attention. In fact, the months after Ben came back from Spain were better than you’d let yourself believe they would be. You were still working on the witch movie, working title: Toil and Troubles, spending most days and some nights bent over cauldrons of smoking liquid nitrogen and pink slime, or running through forests hoping your pronunciation was correct. Ben visited, sometimes to take you out to lunch or to drop off items you’d left at his place that you were bound to need. Convenient excuses. But welcome nonetheless. At the very least it was good practice for when you introduced him to your friends and family. Felicity insisted on meeting the man who’d caused her best friend so much heartache within the first week of his arrival, a situation that gave you more anxiety than any of the paparazzi ever would. But your worries were for nothing. Ben was perfectly charming and took Felicity’s one or two snide comments with good grace and a suitable amount of remorse. She pulled you aside later to let you know she approved and could see why you liked him so much. You breathed a sigh of relief at that, not needing her approval but glad to have it anyway. That first meeting made you less nervous about the ones that followed, even when it came to your blood relatives. And then, of course, you had to make good on your promise to his mum. He’d had to smooth things over with his family first, having made such a big deal about breaking up with you before he took off to Spain. They’d been surprised when he told them things weren’t working, having believed you quite happy during your visit, and more surprised when they saw you were back together. But if they thought Ben was making a mistake with rekindling the romance they didn’t show it. Angela and Keith welcomed you back to their home with warm smiles and more food than the four of you could eat. You left, still giggling at some of Ben’s baby photos, with a plate of leftovers in one hand and an invitation to come back soon.

It wasn’t until after Toil and Troubles wrapped that you decided to move in together. Ben suggested it casually one night while you were eating dinner in front of a rerun of Friends, the one where Chandler moves in with Monica. The suggestion was accompanied by a joke about how you’d been dating for nearly a year if you counted all the Perfect Match stuff, but you knew he wasn’t really joking. You’d been thinking about it too. You flipped a coin to see who’d be selling their place and didn’t complain when it was you. Ben’s house was already your second home, might as well make it your only one. Luckily, with your movie having started post-production, neither of you were filming and so were free to jump into the process of packing and decluttering and moving. It wasn’t long before you were carrying a box of your clothes up the stairs of Ben’s house, your house now. He followed with another, dumping it in the middle of his living room and telling Felicity to put hers down with it as he ran out to help one of his mates with a bookshelf. The requisite pizza was bought for lunch and beer provided as thanks for everyone’s help before they left, leaving you and Ben with a living room full of boxes and no inclination to go through them. Instead you weaved your way through the blockades, flopping, exhausted, onto the couch. You stretched out, Ben laughing as he lay on you, his head on your chest. “Just a little break,” he said with a yawn and before you knew it you’d both dozed off, warn out from the days exertions.

You woke to Ben digging through the box closest to your head. “Which one of these has all your kitchenware?” he asked when he saw you watching him. “Should say kitchen on the top in blue sharpie, why?” He stood up and walked to another stack, shifting a box off the top of the pile, muttering the word kitchen to himself over and over. You let him search, taking a moment to stretch out the stiffness from napping on the couch. “Did you see those magazines Felicity left?” he asked as he moved another box out of the way. “No, where are they?” “Kitchen bench. You’ll laugh.” You ducked into the kitchen and opened the first one, a copy of Woman’s Weekly, flicking through the pages until you were met with an image of you and Ben walking down the street together. He was looking at his phone and you were talking, head turned toward him. A red circle drew attention to your hand and underneath it was a slightly blurry close up of the same section. Scanning the paragraphs beside the photos the word engaged jumped out at you making you snort. “Knew you’d find it funny,” Ben said, peeking over your shoulder. “It’s not even a proper ring, just some cheap costume jewellery. And it’s on the wrong finger. Bloody hell they’re desperate.” “Look at the other one,” Ben stuck the kettle on to boil, glancing over to watch you as he opened his cupboard of mugs. You pulled the issue of Heat out and riffled through its pages too. “Oh my god,” Ben laughed, “I know right! Pregnant, really?” “I’m never wearing that dress again. In fact I’m going to go find whichever box it’s in and throw it in the donations bag right now,” Ben caught you around the waist before you could take a step, “Don’t do that cuddle bunny,” he pouted, “I love you in that dress. One of my favourites.” “Because it’s easy to take off?” “Because you look cute in it. Being easy to take off is just a bonus,” he pulled you in close and kissed you as you laughed, “speaking of, with you moving in we’ll have to give you a proper welcome. I’m thinking start up against the front door, work out way through every room,” he pinched your bum suddenly, just to emphasise what he meant. “Cool your jets horndog, gotta move boxes out of the way before we can even get to the front door. And I think I need a coffee before I even think about sorting boxes.” “It’s a good thing I was about to make us coffee then. I found your kitchenware by the way.” You looked for the first time at the counter where Ben had set out the makings of coffee. There, amongst the canister of sugar and bottle of milk sat two mugs. The two mugs you’d decorated for each other, side by side.

[vangoghmusings]

a/n: hello! i’ve been wanting to do this for a while now since im a huge astrology nerd (so i know what im talking about teehee)  so this is male match-ups according to sign and compatibility. this isn’t my usual kind of writing so i hope you guys like it!! <3 if you don’t know your sign check here  

this took me so long oh my god i hope you guys like it 

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UA STUDENTS

Katsuki Bakugou- April 20; Taurus

the absolute SHOCK in my face to learn he wasn’t an aries

it would be expected that katsuki is a fire sign, like cmon look at his quirk

but taurus is actually an earth sign 

taurus are typically seen as quite calm, but,, 

katsuki does seem like a true taurus in many ways

they can be stubborn and unwilling to compromise 

they are very realistic 

HATE FEELING INSECURE

they are often great at cooking and love to shop 

i feel like katsuki isn’t a self indulgent shopper but would buy anything for his s/o 

taurus are really good at working with their hands ;) 

theyre soft romantic bbs and as much as katsuki hates being vulnerable he’d definetly be a softie with his s/o 

id match katsuki with a calm pisces

Izuku Midoria- July 15; Cancer

i am not shocked at ALL to see that the lil broccoli boy is a cancer

like cmon he’s so sensitive 

he is a cancer to the T

he’s loyal, emotional, imaginative 

he also carries the negative traits of many cancers

such as feeling insecure and having difficulty taking criticism 

i mean the kid breaks his bones to prove others wrong 

cancers love being with their friends and family 

and they love helping others

the career of a hero would be natural for cancers

cancers are such sweet babies and izuku fits right into that category 

i would match izuku with a chill taurus 

Tenya Iida- August 22; Leo 

i didn’t expect tenya to be a leo but im also not surprised 

leos are often seen as flashy and arrogant 

but they’re more than their stereotype

leos are passionate and natural born leaders

like cmon class rep! 

tenya being a leo makes a lot of sense 

he’s generous and kind and always strives for the best 

they tend to be a bit dramatic, and tenya can be too 

being that leos are a fire sign they gravitate to self growth

this can be seen in tenya wanting to improve and challenging himself 

leos struggle facing harsh realities, similarly to tenya when he learned about what happened to tensei 

leos are known for their bravery and tenya fits right in

i would match tenya with a kind aquarius 

Shoto Todoroki- January 11; Capricorn 

i practically screamed when i realized shoto was a capricorn 

it just makes way too much sense 

they’re responsible, well-mannered, respectful !!!!

HOW IS HE SO HOT AND RESPECTFUL

capricorns i just,, i love them, truly 

shoto is no exception 

they love family, things of quality, traditions 

and their dislikes vary from day to day

why?

cause they’re iconic thats why 

however, capricorns aren’t always the nicest 

they tend to be condescending and can often come off as rude 

they’re incredibly unforgiving *ahem endeavor ahem* 

but, its because they just have naturally high standards 

it makes sense that he is an earth sign because he’s super grounded 

because saturn rules capricorn, the tend to seem cold and distant at times

but they are incredibly loyal friends and always strive for the best 

i would match shoto with a down to earth cancer

Mashiro Ojiro- May 28; Gemini 

i must admit, i was surprised to learn ojiro is a gemini

but if you really look at his character it makes a lot of sense 

gemini’s have a bad rep of being too faced

they’re actually one of my favorite signs!!

gemini’s are are gentle and affectionate 

and sweet bb ojiro is exactly that 

however they also tend to be quite anxious, another thing ojiro happens to be at times as well 

they’re very adaptable people

this can be seen throughout ojiro’s training and how much he learns and is willing to continue striving for 

gemini’s are very sociable and will talk to almost anyone 

like, he doesn’t see hagakure but they’re still good friends 

this is why i think ojiro would do great with a fire sign 

i would match ojiro with a cheerful sagittarius 

Denki Kaminari- June 29; Cancer 

alright cancer number two!! 

to be honest, denki doesn’t really give cancer vibes 

but, his personality traits align to much of what a cancer is 

tenacious and loyal 

and denki is definitely that 

however, cancers can be suspicious of others and their actions

and denki feels like the kind of guy to snoop on somebody 

but we gotta give denki some credit 

cancers strive to be there for their friends no matter what

denki shows this in the usj attack when he protects momo and jiro 

cancers tend to avoid conflict but even so, they search for conflict in those who pose bigger threats to them

similarly to when denki makes fun of bakugou even though he could totally blow him up 

denki is a chatty and flirty baby 

and cancers tend to be most compatible with earth signs 

buuut i think denki would be better suited with a fire sign 

i’d match denki with an outgoing aries 

Hanta Sero- July 28; Leo 

at first i was like hmmm no 

but then i used my brain and i was like actually yes 

leos are prideful and while sero doesn’t seem like the boastful kind, he does have a lot of pride in himself 

leos are very committed to their goals and sero’s actions show his dedication to becoming a hero 

leos are also so funny?? and sero is literally one of the funniest guys of 1A 

sero is one of the most sociable in the class and a total class clown 

leos are almost always seen with their friends and sero is no different 

sero’s vibes are just immaculate in my opinions 

so his s/o needs to match the energy 

i would match sero with a funny gemini 

Eijiro Kirishima- October 16; Libra

GOD IT JUST MAKES SO MUCH SENSE 

I CANT EVEN EXPRESS

THE ACCURACY

ok ok but seriously, of course kiri is a libra 

libras are diplomatic, fair, and strive for justice 

aka being MANLY is in the stars for bb kiri 

however, libras aren’t the most confident people 

they’re quite insecure and pity themselves a’lot 

which makes sense that its canon that it took kiri so long to accept his quirk 

have you ever wondered why kiri is so hot and cute and perfect?

ITS BECAUSE HES A LIBRA

im not even kidding

libras are known for being physically attractive 

i mean libra is literally ruled by venus

who else is venus?

APHRODITE AKA THE GODDESS OF LOVE

long story short, kiri is the god of love 

libras hate being alone

why do you think he puts up with bakugou constantly calling him shitty hair and pushing him around? 

i considered putting kiri with a water sign but they’re kinda babies (no offense i love my water signs) 

but i don’t think he could handle a person who is constantly emotional like many water signs are 

i would match kiri with a kind-hearted sagittarius 

Hitoshi Shinso- July 1; Cancer 

jesus christ ANOTHER CANCER?? 

i cant even be upset cause it makes sense 

while i would’ve thought shinso was a calm scorpio or a relaxde picses 

he fits much better as a cancer 

as mentioned previously with deku and denki, cancers really do have a heart of gold and just want to help people 

cancers are also very manipulative people 

i mean, look at this mans quirk 

cancers are also moody and pessimistic 

characteristics that shinsou has but are seen more as stoic and quiet

but cancers are also sympathetic 

and bb shinsou is a softie i just know it 

cancers are guided by emotion

like deku, he is seen as passionate for his desire to be a hero, even though his quirk is seen to be one of evil 

shinsou needs to be with someone who’s willing to listen when he opens up (which cancers hate doing)

i would match shinsou with an understanding taurus

Tamaki Amajiki- March 1; Aries

HUH

HUUUUH???

youre telling me this man is an aries and bakugou isnt?? 

i need to collect my thoughts 

OK so tamaki is an aries 

and honestly its pretty accurate

most times aries are seen as passionate in a reckless and angry manner

but tamaki’s passion is displayed in his dedication to being a hero 

i mean he’s literally in the big 3 

aries tend to be moody, which is seen in tamaki’s shy actions 

but they’re also enthusiastic and courageous 

tamaki’s courage is shown in the mission to rescue eri 

aries are seen as intimidating and tamaki’s dark features are exactly that 

and while he is very shy, he needs someone to help bring him out of his shell delicately 

id match tamaki with a gentle libra 

Mirio Togata- July 15; Cancer 

whats up with mirio and deku sharing the same bday doe 

this is way too many cancers 

BUT mirio is such a cancer lets be real 

we’ve covered the basics of cancers

sensitive 

loyal 

will do anything for others 

and most importantly brave

the sign of a cancer is a crab 

the crab symbolizes someone who doesn’t realize their great strength  

mirio is the personification of the strength of the crab 

and poor baby has gone through so much and deserves the world 

he’s so cheerful but he needs someone to be there for him when he’s at his most emotional moments 

i would match mirio with a tender capricorn 

PRO-HEROES

Shota Aizawa- November 8; Scorpio 

i mean cmon 

ofc dadzawa is a scorpio 

he’s the image of a stereotypical scorpio 

dark features, dark clothing, serious and kinda rude 

but scorpios get a bad rep for being meanies (we should be watching out for virgos tho) (jk jk i love my virgos <3) 

but scorpios have some of the best characteristics 

their loyalty is beyond words 

they would literally lay down their life for a friend or the good of others 

scorpios are passionate and assertive, and this side of aizawa definitely comes out 

aizawa is so stoic he needs somebody to soften him up 

i would match aizawa with a cheery cancer 

Hizashi Yamada- July 7; Cancer

another f*cking cancer

AND IT MAKES SENSE 

not just because aizawa and him are married and he’s a cancer and it totally makes sense 

but hizashi is such a cancer oh my god 

he’s sensitive, and caring, and brave, and a literal pro hero 

which is a cancer living the dream 

cancers often have difficult childhoods and struggle immensely to find outlets 

this fits with the theory that as a child, hizashi was put up for adoption and/or muzzled as a child because of his powerful quirk 

cancers are ruled by the moon, which would make sense to why they are so emotional 

because the moon goes through phases, so do they

hizashi needs someone that would help him be strong outside of his hero work and for his own mentality 

i would match hizashi with (aizawa or) a charismatic virgo 

Toshinori Yagi- June 10; Gemini 

ofc all might is a gemini 

he literally has 2 forms

and geminis are literally two faced

it makes so much sense that the symbol of peace is a gemini 

he’s adaptable and a quick learner 

geminis are affectionate and you cant tell me toshi isn’t the biggest cuddler and softie in the world 

geminis are people pleasers and just want to make others happy 

and all might’s literal thing is smiling to comfort those in fear

toshi needs someone who is understanding of what he had gone through as a retired hero and the bearer of one for all 

i would match toshi with an inquisitive aquarius 

Keigo Takami- December 28; Capricorn 

DADDY

ok but he is such a capricorn its not even funny 

he’s a cocky know-it-all kind of capricorn 

but he’s also a responsible and well mannered capricorn

capricorns are people who are willing to take on immense responsibilities 

and hawks is literally the no. 2 hero so of course he’s got a lot of responsibilities 

because he’s an earth sign, we wants to get the most out of what the world has to offer him 

including fame and money 

but hawk’s head strong and professional attitude is what comforts people and makes him such a great hero 

he needs someone who would match his energy well 

i would match keigo with a level-headed scorpio

VILLAINS 

Dabi- January 18; Aquarius 

FINALLY AN AQUARIUS

i have a deep love for this sign 

dabi is an aquarius and it is so accurate 

aquarius love to fight for a cause

in dabi’s eyes, the league of villains is the best cause he can support

and he’s at the front lines

they’re considered humanitarians,,and dabi is in his own “special way” 

aquarius love a good conspiracy and mystery 

and dabi is a total mystery 

aquarius constantly have to be stimulated and doing something

otherwise their boredom can lead to reckless actions 

they are also anti all emotions 

this is why they seem so aloof, they don’t know how to confront their own feelings 

i’d pair dabi up with someone who is willing to listen to him and hopefully allow him to open up 

i would match dabi with a charming sagittarius 

Tomura Shigaraki- April 4; Aries

now this is a stereotypical aries 

aries is ruled by mars, which was named after aries 

AKA THE GOD OF WAR??

like his literal goal is to destroy society,, 

aries love to be in leadership roles

they’re also short-tempered 

impulsive

and aggressive 

how ever, his more “positive” traits such as determination and passion are also evident in his characteristics 

they’re competitive people and tomura definitely is one 

tomura would need to be with someone who is calm  

i would match tomura with a patient leo 

Kai Chisaki- Birthdate Unknown;NA 

so kai’s sign is unknown 

BUT

he still deserves a match up 

besides his stance in villainy

kai as actually very well mannered and polite 

but he doesn’t value human life and sees his as more important and pure than those who are “sick” 

a lot of his characteristics would lead me to believe he is an unevolved sociopathic capricorn 

outside of being a villain i would match kai with someone who was understanding and a good listener 

i would match kai with a sympathetic pisces 

[starr-fall-knight-rise]

Humans are Space Orcs “Incarceration.”

This is the part two to behind bars. WARNING VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.

I don’t think there is anything really bad in this one, so I leave i up to your guys to decide weather to read it. you don’t need to have read the first part to read this one if you don’t want. 

He hadn’t been wrong when he said things could only get worse, Sitting there in the back of the, technically unlicensed police vehicle Krill watched from between the bars as the city passed below them. Neon lights roared past in streaks of light as they were ushered through Noctopolis’s complicated system of airways, marked by hundreds of glowing orange traffic buies. Commander Vir lay awkwardly on one shoulder muzzled and silent.

Krill was left alone to assume the worst without any words of encouragement from his usually upbeat human friend. Noctopolis was a lawless backwater, they both knew that, so what was to come was sure to be the worst of what mild anarchy had to offer. They knew from reports that humanity, while always on the verge of anarchy, refused the idea on principal, so someone somewhere had set up a policing system, now, who that was, and how they were being paid off remained a mystery.

The vehicle was pulled right and angled downwards giving Krill a view through the plexiglass separator and out the front windshield. What he saw, he didn’t like. The structure was a behemoth of steel, concrete, and iron surrounded on all sides by miles and miles of electrified chain linked topped in cruelly twisting barbed wire. A network of floating cameras spanned the sky over the building intermittently bathing the ground in a horrifically bright spotlight. When mechanical methods weren’t enough, men in dark uniforms paced the perimeter with vicious black dogs cradling human lethality in mat black contraptions fueled by gunpowder thousands of years of death engineering.

He glanced over at the Commander, but the look on the man’s face…. Well it was…. Not encouraging. His eyes had gone wide, and not the good kind of wide, the very very bad kind. The human was scared.

As they sat there, he began frantically kicking at the seat in front of him.

The officer in the driver’s seat turned his head sideways, “KNOCK IT OFF!”

The commander didn’t let up kicking harder. The second officer turned around, “You don’t want to know what happens if you keep resisting. We can tell he prisoners inside whatever we want about you.”

The commander paused eyes unsure before jerking his head. The guard finally sighed, pressing a button on a small device allowing the volume on the commander’s speech, “Where the hell are you taking us….”

The man turned back to the front and snorted, “Don’t you know . I thought the Turma Supermax Corrections Facility was famous.”

“First of all isn't Turma just the word for prison in Russian, and second of all, famous for being a deathtrap, like the gulag, Alcatraz, San Quenton, Hell? You haven't proven that I’ve done anything wrong, we should be going to jail, not prison, maybe to court, but this, this is insane.”

The guards didn’t even look at them, “Surprisingly educated little bugger aren't you.This isn’t earth kid, this is Noctopolis, and the UN doesn't decide what goes on here, at least not yet. And since we don’t have a jail, guess you'll have to spend some time in the hole.”

Krill watched the man go pale, not just a little, but grey pale, corpse pale, and if the human was scared…. He was scared.

Krill leaned closer to the human as the vehicle dropped low onto the entrance road stopping before the scanning equipment. “What is going on?”

The commander leaned over whispering, “Remember that time we ended up in a rundi prison.”

“Yeah?”

“Well think like that but…. Like a thousand times worse.”

Krill wondered how hard it would be to fling himself out the window. The human leaned closer, “This facility is famous because of it’s practically medieval incarceration practices, we haven't used systems like this in over a thousand years. Men kept in sells out can almost spread your arms to touch both sides in, no privacy, no protection. To survive the aliens and the humans have formed gangs on the inside. When you get in you HAVE to join a gang, or you die. Since the prison was started there have been ten major riots hundreds of deaths. You’ll get shanked, beaten to death, or worse if you don’t comply to gang rule. You have to pay them do jobs and you WILL be inducted weather you like it or not.” Krill felt his body going cold, “Horrible food terrible conditions rampant drug use that the guards don’t care about… This facility is…. It’s human sociality gone wrong, the Stanford prison experiment in practice…. It’s every monster under the bed and every deep dark secret we try to hide from ourselves. This is… humanity uncensored.” “Way to sugar coat it.” Krill squeaked

“I did.”

The two of them went silent as the vehicle stopped by the guard towers scanned and the gates opened. A prisoner transport bus drove in beside the, and form the window, krill could seem massive hulking shadows hunched behind those windows. He shivered at the thought of what they could be.

“So, this isn’t normal.”

“Not even close, on earth your may go to jail, like a mini prison much nicer probably smells like shit but no big deal, to actually get here you have to be sentenced by a judge. They have to PROVE you really did what they are accusing you of, and then they have to decide your sentence. You get bail, a lawyer, correspondence, and if you cooperate, generally not flogged over the head.” 

They were waved through and up to the doors. The commander grimace, “Get ready, this is going to be… horrific.”

The door to their side opened,and the two of them were dragged from the car. Krill was practically ignored, but the commander was bodily manhandled towards the doors as the bus came to a stop next to them. Krill watched in horror as the doors opened, and the biggest, meanest, scariest looking humans he had ever seen stepped from the doors, They were massive some of them at least four inches taller than the commander with a least fifty pounds of muscle on him their arms and chests swollen like balloons, of course they came in all shapes and sizes some smaller some with hair some without, some heavily covered in tattoos while others were clean of them. Dark ink in the shape of teardrops touched some of their faces, he saw plenty of spiderwebs, many words. And it wasn’t just humans, it was hulking drev and seedy looking tesraki all clustered together in an amalgamation of shifty eyes and glares.

They were shoved through the open doors into a massive intake room and up towards the desk. A pair of guards stood at each station with even more over to the side.

Krill was pulled up to one counter.

“Name, Species, and charges.” 

One of the officers answered for him, “Says its name is Krill, Vrul, charged with aiding and intent to sell.”

He was pulled to the side, and a strange contraption was held up to his neck. There was a sharp hiss, a thud, and he squealed in pain as the fluorescent dye was injected into his skin. He was shoved to the side into another holding room, and Commander Vir was pushed up to the counter.

“Name, date of birth, charges.”

“COMMANDER Adam Vir of the UNSC.” One of the guards snorted.

The lady raised an eyebrow looking him over, “Hmmm and I’m the president of Mars. Please place your hand on the scanner.” The human did as told, but in changed red and blinked negative, the woman clicked her tongue and ran a quick wand over his arm, “Sorry Mr. John Doe, military ID is required for all UNSC officers and soldiers, and you don’t appear to have one, plus your prints aren't in the system, now date of birth?”

The human sighed, “July 13, 3998, and im innocent.”

Behind him the guard snorted, “Possession of illegal substance, intent to sell, failure to identify, unlawful possession of a firearm, and resisting arrest.”

“I did identify myself, and the drugs you found on me weren’t mine. I was-”

“Ah that age old shtick, these aren’t my pants officer, I swear.” She motioned him forward, and before he could react the device came up. He cursed as the dye was injected into his skin leaving the fluorescent purple number visible on its surface. He was pushed forward into the holding cell with krill, and from there they were funneled into two lines, humans and nonhumans.

Stepping up to the counter, they were ordered to surrender ALL personal Items.

Commander Vir was momentarily uncuffed under the eyes of at least five guards pulling off his belt, watch, and shoes placing the in the container. The man behind the desk waited, “ALL personal items.”

“Everything.”

The man grunted, “Can't exactly cavity search you if we can’t get to all the cavities, now get to it.” 

Krill felt very sorry for the humans just then, he may not have understood it, but he did understand the invasion of personal privacy. The commander eventually dropped his last item of clothing into the box looking very, very uncomfortable. The shiny metal of his cheap prosthetic glittered in the fluorescent lights, “Ask me to give up the leg, and we are going to have a RIOT.” He snarled.

“No, but we will need he eyepatch.”

The human tried to protest, but that wasn’t an option, and eventually he pulled it off and tossed it angrily onto the pile. From there they were cuffed and brought into another long-white room where they were all sat side by side in two long rows. The commander scooted closer to Krill as he eyed the man next to him, almost as tall as Sunny.

Krill glanced over at the human and, “I thought you just had the one tatoo.”

The human glowered at him, “Dude, no… we are not talking about that here. Not like this.” That was when they were all unceremoniously blasted with a deluge of water. Coughing sputtering and dripping they were lead out a set of doors and over a series of grates blowing freezing cold air. The human;’s skin had turned purple and he was shivering.

“Fuck this.” he moaned then paused, “Never-mind, don’t think to deeply into that.”

Krill was mercilessly led off to another containment unit while the humans were led into another area. 

A single guard was snapping pictures of the incoming tattoos and cataloging them along with the ID number. The commander turned around to show the largest tattoo he had  about fist sized on his right shoulder-blade. It was the earth encircled by a pair of wings and the banner for his flight unit.

“Which gang is this one for.” The man asked

He sighed, “‘No gang, it's an air-force thing.” The man grunted, “Any others.” With a sigh the Commander turned to the side exposing the second tattoo on the side of his leg just under his hip. 

“The hell is that supposed to be.”

He looked almost offended, “Marvin the Martian.” He received only a blank stare, “you know weird voice little alien character from the looney tunes…. Look I was drunk when I got it but that’s still no reason you shouldn't know who he is and before you ask NO it is not gang affiliated.”

When Krill was finally united with the commander, the man looked… very flustered, though he had been given a steel grey long-sleeve jumpsuit to wear. “I ... hate…. Everything.” Krill glanced nervously towards the opposite doors. 

“You need to talk to the GA ad the UNSC about this… this is barbaric.”

The human grumbled, “Tell me about it, we invented imaging machines for a reason.”

Krill had a feeling they were talking about two different things, but kept silent. The two of them were grabbed by a pair of guards and then led towards the doors, “Alright you two a couple of rules before you go in, play nice with the other kids, the first three digits of your ID number match that of your cell. When the bell rings you will return to your cell, if you don’t you will be administered an electric shock until you comply.” The doors ahead of them opened, and they were shoved out into general population.

The room was absolutely massive rising at least seven stories up with steel catwalks and safety glass at all seven levels. The center of the room was crowded with tables and chairs, a TV hung from one corner of the room, and the sound was absolutely deafening, the echoing cascade of a hundred voices. They noticed pretty quickly the species based segregation going on inside. The drev had claimed the TV while the humans congregated at the center of the room. The Tesraki were cowering under the stairs, and a couple other odds and ends hung on to that group.

There were no visible Vrul.

Together they cautiously stepped onto the floor. Commander Vir’s teeth were gritted, and he kept absently adjusting the grey gauze strip that now made for an eyepatch.

“We are going to die.” Krill whispered.

The captain didn’t respond.

Together they found themselves a table away from all three groups and tried to vanish into the shadows. Commander Vir was desperately muttering to himself trying to figure out a way to contact someone on the outside, or at least get out a message. Krill was hiding himself under the table rocking back and forth wishing for the sweet release of death. 

“Krill, Krill maybe we can talk to one of the guards, maybe we can convince them to help us.” He stood from his seat nodding to himself not waiting for Krill to give his opinion turned and ran face first into the chest of an absolutely behemoth prisoner. He WAS as tall as sunny for sure with a chest measurement almost twice that of Vir. His huge arms where the circumference of the commander’s head. 

Slowly the Commander lifted his eyes upwards mouth hanging slightly open eyes wide coming to a rather large, round face with a well trimmed goatee, no hair and angrily slanted eyebrows. It was then he noticed the four other humans standing behind him. One was tall and surprisingly handsome with thick curly hair going down to his shoulders while the other two were short wiry, balding and appeared to be twins. To their right was a man just a little shorter than the first dark hair dark skin and an unusually friendly expression considering the circumstances.

The man just in front of Vir stepped forward placing them chest to chest with Vir craning his neck upwards, “Why don’t you take a seat, friend.” He took another step forward and Vir staggered back catching his knees on the bench and forcibly sitting down. As soon as he did the dark friendly-face man, and one of the twins came to sit next to him sandwiching him in between them in what might have been a friendly gesture, accept for it wasn’t.

The first man loomed over him arms crossed over his chest, “Do you know what the first rule of the yard is?”

Commander Vir stammered and pressed himself back into the table, “Uh… don’t be a dick?”

The men around the table chuckled, without any humor, “Ah, I see we have a funny guy here, and when I say funny guy I mean a guy who is funny because he's clearly never been in the hoe before and learned everything he knows from movies…. Am I wrong?” 

Vir shook his head, though if Krill were in his position he wouldn't have disagreed either.

“First rule of the yard is that gang rules. It's the humans against the beetles and the bats, you get a chance to screw them over, you take it. But before that, Allen over there-” The handsome human raised his hand, “Is going to check your record, and if we see anything we don’t like…. Well you can imagine fom there.”

“S-something you don’t like? Like what.”

The small man to his side piped up, “Like if you're some kind of Cho-mo.”

Vir frowned, “A what/”

THe skinny  guy beside him spat on the floor, “ You know, A cho-mo, a kiddy fiddler,.”

Vir’s eyes widened, “Woah, whoah, hold on, I’m not that's… disgusting. I like kids…. Hold on that came out wrong. I mean I would never never ever touch or hurt a kid.” He took a deep breath, calming himself, “I am not a child molester and the kind of people that do that kind of thing deserve to die.” He locked eyes with the man above him and held it.

The frown split into a grin, “Good, just what we like to hear because if you turn out to be lying to us we’re gonna beat you to within an inch of your life,” He smiled openly “now just gotta make sure you aren't a snitch.” 

He was slapped heavily on the back by the darker human beside him lurching forward teeth gritted eyes wide. Before he could do anything the handsome man stepped forward, grabbed him by the hair, and ran some sort of scanning device over his number. He yelped in pain,but was pushed back before he could do anything. The man looked down at the device eyes scanning quickly over the words. The entire group went very still for a moment leaning in closer towards the commander with narrowed eyes.

“ John Doe, 25, 210, 6’2 Caucasian, Green Eye, prosthetic leg, tattoos of unknown origin, right shoulder right hip.” he looked up from his device, and sneered before looking down at his notes. “Possession of illegal substance, intent to sell, failure to identify, unlawful possession of a firearm, and resisting arrest.” There was a mutter around the group Krill thought he saw a few of the humans nodding.

“That's what they SAY I did, but I didn’t”

“Sure we’re all innocent here. Anyway John, what’s your real name?”

Adam shifted uncomfortably from where he was pinned between two strangers, “Adam, my name is Adam, and I told them that.”

“Uh huh, sure.”

Krill heard something from behind him as suddenly he was dragged into the air by a vice-like hand on his shoulder. He squealed and thrashed in desperation and fear as the other twin dragged him from under the table and held him up to the light, “And who is your friend here, a bug, don’t see many of those around here.”

Before any of the men could move, the commander was out of his seat and face to face with the small man. His single green eye once wide and afraid had narrowed, he stood tall back straight chest out teeth locked into a snarl, “Put him down or your fist goes down your throat.” His voice was like ice on steel.

Surprisingly the small man stepped back in shock. The entire group murmured, the small man looked towards his leader who finally waved a hand. Krill was dropped to the floor and skittered over to hide behind Adam who stood defensively against a group of five men, two of them taller than he was, “If you want to hurt him, then this ENTIRE prison is going to have to go through me.”

The big man cocked his head staring down at Adam like a great dane looks at a cockroach, “And what is the bug to you.”

“Someone I’m not willing to let get hurt, and if any of you disrespect him again I will go THROUGH you.” He was toe to toe with the big man now unmoving. Kril covered his eyes.

The big man leaned back a bit in contemplation, “You’re not one of those ... Disgusting Extrrials are you, getting freaky with the bug there.”

He didn’t break his stance, “We’re friends, and I owe him my life a million times over.”

The big man tapped his fingers against his arm for a contemplative moment, “Alright, I can respect that, just keep him in line, and he’s your responsibility.” Adam was clapped heavily on the shoulder and his eyes joggled around in his head with the force of it. The tense circle that had been around them before broke into into relaxation smiling and laughing, “Welcome to the hole.”

Krill kept at his heels as the two of them were dragged across the room to join the humans at their tables.

Only Krill saw the light tremor in the captain’s hand as they moved off.

[solarsystem69]

Hi 😊 for the system asks how about 🤫: Any Funny System Stories? 🥰: Any Wholesome System Stories? 🎨: Any Hobbies That Everyone In The System Enjoys? - c (The Union)

(Some of this is text convos i’ve had with ex-best mates and some is nsfw cuz funny stories for us generally are rude in nature lol nothing too explicit just weird flirting really) 

we used to make lissie and max dance together and lissie is like "hes an arse but i like to dance so okay" and max is like "fuck off" he dances with her anyway. so like yeah. then we are listening to music and we're like "Dance with lissie" and hes like "no" and so lissie is like "just go back to your lonely tower then, you downer" and hes like "Fine, i will. I will go.. all alone... to my bedroom" like thats hmmm. so once hes gone, lilly is like "Thats an open invitation to you to come to his room to bone" and lissie is like "lol no... wait... is it??" and doll face is like "oh definitely  " and so we send lissie off to find out whether it was in invitation to bone or not. and in our front room we have screens. a main one for the outerworld and some other ones for different rooms in the inner world castle. and so i tap the screen cuz its a little sketchy to use. but anyway, lissie had been upstairs for a while so were worried he killed her  but we see what went on. Lissie went to his room and knocked on the door and he answers. and hes like "I thought you told me to go away." and shes like "Yeah but i didnt think you would and then lilly said you gave me an invitation to join you and bone so.. i just..." and hes like "You came to take me up on my offer to bone?" smirk and shes like "Ugh no. you're an arse and youre rude and obnoxious" and hes like "Oh please go on, im very flattered rn" and shes like "it wasnt a compliment. ugh i hate you." and he like " actually you dont. you like me " and shes like "what no ew" and hes like "You do. i can see it and i understand why. They are all the same downstairs and im not like them" and shes like "Woah, dont you dare say they. they are all individuals" and hes like "Yes. but theyve all got strong morals and good hearts. and youre bored. so you like me" and shes like "ill kick your ass okay. those things are good things to have. youre a jerk" and by now shes like gradually moved closer to be 'intimidating'? and hes like "oh really?" smirkyness and shes like "Yea. youre just so mean and arrogant and you are such a bad person, you need to be--" and hes like "Say it, baby. i dare you." and shes like "..Punished.." and then bam hes practically throwing her on the bed and like ......... so thats when i turned that screen off. so like hilarious in hindsight but at the time. shooketh.

Doll face and lilly integrated (merged into 1 chick) which makes sense because doll face is too emotionally stable but impulsive and lilly is too emotionally unstable but logical. they didnt choose it and it is fairly easy now. or easier. doll face (loved them so much but ) was wayyy too impulsive. always making decisions for the worse but were fun which would have been fine if they actually cared but they didnt. thats okay. they were young. and lilly was lonely and needed to care a little less about her past. and idk. but its deffo for the better. yeah they were family basically anyway so i think shes really happy about it tho sometimes they do look in a mirror like "Wow. now ive got no dick and some small tits". i mean lmao. she really does focus on the small boobs thing. and we're like "they are average 🙂 " and shes like "No. easy for u to say tit-anosaurus rex"

Also, Nate almost called one of our ex-best mates mum’s a milf. 

(ugh going through old messages to mates to see if i can find more funny stories ad accidentally came across trauma ewwww miss me with that shit)

Wholesome... hmmm. we have plenty of sorta funny, interesting stories. Oh actually yes. I know. Okay, so i sorta just am always stalking around the inner world so i see almost everything. But this starts in our front room (like our fronting room but our living room, its genius ik)  we were listening to music (or Nate was) and Fox decided to come dance in the fronting room to the bops and me and Lilly saw them dancing very saucily together 😏 ya know. So we laughed and left. So we're listening to music on the way home and Lilly, Fox and Nate are in the room. And its all chill and then Nate starts flirting with Fox and Fox is all blushing and looking down like "Idk what to do rn" and Lilly and I are laughing and then Fox slightly reciprocated (as a joke probably...) And now Nate jas him basically pinned against a wall. Not physically just like with his intense eye contact. 😂 its hilarious. Lilly is threatening to go get Lissie because she was like "You two dicks aren't going near each other." And Nates like "What gives you the right to declare where my cock goes?" 😂 like wow. And Lilly was like "Oh I'm just going to go get Lissie then" and Nate was like "No no. Don't do that." Cuz Lissie really has the right 😂😂. Nate asked Fox to kiss him and Fox said "No..." 😂 savage but then you make my balls so blue from heathers came on and I'm dead. Fox: Sorry. Its not you. I just can't.. Nate: Okay. You don't have to. Lilly and me: *Sad eye contact cuz we know why Fox doesn't want to kiss anyone* Fox: *Kisses Nate on the cheek* Nate: *Blushes adorably- breaking his bad ass persona* Nate: you know not all sexual stuff involves kissing. Uh. If you don't want it to. Fox: *giggles quietly like a lil twink* I don't want any sex though. As pretty as you are, I just don't want that. Nate: *is absolutely crushed* Yeah. Okay. But I need some cock so imma head out and try to gain some pride. Lilly: I've not built the village in this innerworld yet so.. Idk where you're heading out to. Nate: *sighs so deeply* I'll be in my room then. Stay out. Fox: Sorry. I didn't mean to egg him on at first only to deny him. I just thought it would be fun and then I thought even if it did lead to sex then it wouldn't matter because I don't mind and then I remembered that I did mind and I don't want that. Lilly: *hugs Fox* that's alright. He'll get over it. He's tried it on with all of us atleast once and we're all women. I would've saved Fox from Nate only He didn't look like he wanted to be saved. at this point in time, our innerworld was still being built by lilly so we all were sleeping in one room, with the littles. and i witnessed the sweetest thing. So I was doing the final checks to make sure everyone was in bed and since Nate doesn't want to sleep with the Littles anymore (they can be slightly irritating) I had to go find his room. He's in a tower room. Its not got a bed and it's freezing but hey no loud children. And as I'm about to turn the corner I see Fox knocking on his door after clearly being there for a while debating whether or not to because Nate told us to stay out. Quickly Nate opens the door and immediately as he sees fox, puts his hand on Fox's arm gently (how sweet. Hes not usually gentle) and Fox is all: I'm sorry. I just couldn't kiss you. Just recently with the bad things and the kissing involved in the bad thing. And Nates all: its okay. I shouldn't have put pressure on you like that. I'm so sorry. I understand. And he's hugging him. Like and kissing his head and hes like "Is that alright?" And fox is like "Yeah. Its nice." And squeezes the hug tighter. So sweet honestly. And then Nates like "I know I'm really sexual and that makes you uncomfortable a lot but you know I would never want you to do anything you didn't want to." And fox is all like "I'm just so scared that I'm never going to be able to kiss anyone ever again because I can't get over that time and I really want to forget it." And Nates hugging him really tight and cuz he's taller, he can rest his chin on Fox's head. And im still watching cuz I'm weird and entranced by these confessions. And then Nates like "Do you want to come in?" And Fox is like "No Littles tonight?" And Nates smiling nicely and is like "No I get nightmares and I don't wanna wake them up. And theyre annoying as heck." And fox is like "I know what you mean. Yeah I'll come in." And Nate leads Fox in by his hips gently. *fox and lissie talking bout feelings* Lissie: what's wrong, my sweet? Who hurt you? Fox: *Wiping tears away* no one really. I'm fine. I don't even know why I'm crying. Lissie: Its okay to be sad sometimes. Fox: I'm not sad. I'm nothing. Just numbness. Lissie: that's worse than being sad. Tell me, sweetie. What happened. Fox: I asked Nate to be my boyfriend. I mean, I was kissing him and I didn't get any flashbacks even when I was overthinking and remembering. Nothing and it was so relieving. And I asked him. And he said he had to go for a walk. Lissie: Oh darling. It'll be okay. He loves you. Fox: Does he now? sigh I just love him so much. I love him more than you approve of. I love him so much I don't know what to do. But in not what he needs. He wants physical love and even so, he cant handle commitment. And I know that you don't want us together so you'll get your wish but I need him. Ive never been so relaxed and happy. Lissie: That's true. I've never seen you so happy as recently. I'm glad Nate could bring that to you but I don't approve, no. But if you're going to be together, I will support it. I will encourage happiness, that's a promise I can keep. I'm not disapproving to make it impossible for you to be together, in only disapproving so you have to prove to me that you two can make it. If you two make each other happy, I will be there for you no matter what. Fox: Thank you..... They spoke more but I didn't listen. After strictly avoiding Nate for three days, Fox finally has the courage to face up to him. As the group exit the cozy dining room, Fox weakly holds on to Nate's elbow. Obeying, Nate stares at the ground, clenching his jaw. "I'll start, I suppose." Fox forces out, false confidence strengthening the statement. "I-I'm really sorry that I asked you out. Of course, you wouldn't say yes. That's fine. Completely fine. And I'm really sorry that I made you uncomfortable with me. I really do like you though. Like love really. And even though you don't feel the same... I can't just be your friend. We can keep trying but it will just make us both miserable. We're just lucky the others are giving us time to figure it out instead of just getting rid of us for being dramatic." Fox rants,  getting out of breath and manic toward the end. "I have never heard you say so many words. Are you okay?" Nate smiles charmingly, concerned. "No." Fox answers honestly, a tremble in his voice. Suddenly, Fox is embraced by warm, strong arms. Wriggling further into Nate's warmth, Fox breathes in the boyish scent of Nate. All sharp and smooth. The arms tighten around Fox's shoulders. "I love you too. You know this. I'm sorry that I've been... Not great recently. I just thought we could both use some space. The village... It's the next thing to be built. But I-I don't just want it there for sex. I wouldn't do that to you. I just like the people they're interesting and good friends. You're the one I want. They're nothing compared to the beautiful complexities of you. I hope you'll accept my request to be your boyfriend." Nate excruciatingly slowly spills his soul, hands rubbing the back of Fox's neck how he likes it. Fox freezes, slowly pulling away after a few moments. "You... I'm sorry, what?" Fox whispers, teary eyed. "Please let me be your boyfriend. I'll beg on my knees, I swear. I'm so sorry. I've never been so lonely as I've been without you. Please come back to me." Nate practically sobs, hands reaching up to cover his face. "You actually want to be my boyfriend? What? No... That can't be right... Right? What?" Fox, ever the articulate bean, mutters, completely confused and shocked. "Yes. I want to be your boyfriend. I won't have sex with anyone and I won't hug or touch anyone else I swear. I miss you so much. I hate everyone else so much. I need you." Nate falls to his knees, taking Fox's hand in his and pressed his lips to the soft skin as he rambles, tears falling down his face. "You absolute idiot. You moron. You complete fool." Fox sighs, rambling random tiny insults, before falling to his knees and taking Nate's face in his hands. "I'm so totally in love with you." Fox mumbles, pressing his forehead to Nate's. a couple weeks later: they sang a love song together. 😩 I literally cried. Nate on his guitar and Fox singing. Ive never seen him so relaxed and happy. Ahhh. I wanna cry I'm so excited. 😂😂😂 these boys will be the death of me. theyre both the biggest drama queens and they so gay.

im so sorry that was so long but their relationship created so much drama between us bc we didnt know if it would work out and theyre the most wholesome boys, except nate but well he has his moments. softest boiis uwu. 

Everyone in the system likes to sing and play games and read. Fox mainly likes to write and stuff but Evan is also knows for her nice stories on wattpad lmao. We arent very active, so we dont do much sport but we do like badminton and we used to do a running club. Evan likes baking, where it stressed me tf out. i cant even crack an egg right. only Evan draws really. Our main hobbies are minecraft, eating unhealthy foods and sleeping :) 

[lambroseforlife]

Lambrose with one or more young kids

Hmmm…Im not sure which universe this takes place in. For me, I guess something closer with their personalities that I really liked from Book 1? But anyway, here you go.

— — —

The candles burned into the long hours of the night, flickering occasionally from the draft of wind in the bare hallways. The house was silent with the exception of scratching sounds reminiscent of pen on paper. Two people were still awake during a late hour, working quietly side by side with the towering piles of papers in front of them.

“Ahhhh,” the woman sighed, rubbing at the back of her neck. She stretched her arms, slumping back against the hard wooden chair. Her husband glanced at her.

“Tired?” He quipped, continuing to work on the sums in front of him.

“Just stiff.” She rolled her shoulders. “How far are you?”

“Halfway. You?”

“About the same. At this rate, we won’t finish the balance sheets tonight.”

He opened his mouth to reply when another voice interrupted.

“Mother?”

The couple peered around the stacks of papers to look at the person standing in the doorway.

“Why are you and Father awake?” The small boy approached them, rubbing at his half-open eyes.

“We’re finishing some stuff for work, honey. Did you have a nightmare again?”

“No. I woke up and now I can’t sleep.”

“Are you hungry?” His father asked him.

“No…”

“Thirsty?”

“No…”

“Need to use the toilet?”

“No…”

“Then go back to bed at once.” His father ordered. “It’s far past your bedtime.”

“Can I be tucked in again?” The boy’s gaze darted between them both. His parents exchanged a look.

“Please?’ He pouted.

“Of course, dear.” His mother piped up and his expression brightened. “Your father will tuck you in.”

The man in question glared and hissed under his breath for only his wife to hear. “What? Why me?”

“Because…” She muttered, glaring back. “It’s your turn. Don’t forget, he’s your son too.”

He was about to argue when he noticed the young boy looking at them worriedly. He shook his head in resignation, standing up. He ignored his wife’s smug smile.

“Come along then.” He grabbed a lit candlestick and took the boy’s hand in his own, leading him out of the dining room.

They walked together back to the boy’s room. His father set the candlestick down by the small bedside table. He lifted the covers of the bed and the boy crawled into it.

The man tucked the boy in, making sure that the covers were snugly cocooning his body for warmth. He turned to pick up the candlestick, ready to leave when—

“Father?”

The man paused.

“Yes, Son?”

“Could you tell me a bedtime story?”

He turned to look at the boy, his face impassive.

“Please, Father.”

“Very well.” He glanced at the supine figure. “Once, there was a little boy that woke up in the middle of the night. He went to his parents— who were very busy working on important things— and asked them to put him back to bed. The mother told the father to do it. The father did and the boy fell asleep immediately, allowing his parents to finish their very important work. The end.”

Silence.

After a moment, then…

“Father?”

“Yes?”

“You’re not very good at telling stories.”

The father glared at his son, saying nothing. His son stared back, identical eyes waiting expectantly.

After a minute had passed, the man sighed. He sat down along the edge of the bed, contemplating.

“Once upon a time,” he began in a low voice, “there was an Ifrit.”

His son sat up, attention piqued. The father continued.

“This particular Ifrit had a habit of getting into trouble often. One day, the Ifrit ran into a wealthy man and his bodyguard. The Ifrit saved the wealthy man from getting swindled by a bad guy.”

“What does ‘swindled’ mean?”

“It means being cheated or deceived. The Ifrit helped the wealthy man and in turn, the man offered the Ifrit a job to be his secretary. But little did he know…”

“Know what?”

“The Ifrit was actually a female. But she was wearing men’s clothing to look like one when she met the wealthy man.”

“Why did she do that, Father?”

“She wanted to vote like how males could. However when she went to vote, she accidentally curtsied and gave her identity away. The wealthy man saw the Ifrit being arrested by the police and protested. The police took off the Ifrit’s hat, showing her hair and revealing her true identity. The wealthy man realised that he had offered a job to a female, something that was illegal at the time. He assumed that with his ridiculous proposition, the Ifrit wouldn’t accept his offer. But…”

“The wealthy man was wrong, wasn’t he?” The boy looked up at his father from the pillows, having decided to lie down again.

“Oh yes, he was. More than he could have ever imagined. The Ifrit showed up at his office the next week and demanded for his offered position as his secretary.”

“And then?”

“The wealthy man tried to outwit the Ifrit. He told her that she could only work for him while in the same disguise he had seen her, as a male.”

“Why did he do that?” The boy’s eyebrows knitted together.

“The man didn’t think that females were as smart as males. That they weren’t strong.“

The boy frowned. “The wealthy man wouldn’t think that if he met Mother.”

“Indeed.” His father agreed, his gaze lingering on his son’s brown hair and sea-coloured eyes.

“What happened next? Did she give up?”

“Hardly.” The man snorted. “To the wealthy man’s surprise, she agreed to his terms. He had underestimated the Ifrit’s determination. So he tried other ways to make her leave on her own.”

“That’s not fair. Why didn’t he give her a chance?”

“He didn’t want to at first. The fact that he had hired her was enough to put both of their reputations in jeopardy. In addition, the wealthy man had a lot of enemies. Deep down, he didn’t want the Ifrit to be in danger, danger that he knew was inevitable as long as she worked for him.”

“So she quit?”

“Not exactly. One thing the wealthy man hadn’t counted on was just how stubborn the Ifrit was. She refused to leave, saying that she wanted to earn money for her independence. She stayed— even through the deadliest of times, times that most males would have fled from. With her courage, she eventually earned the wealthy man’s respect. He stopped doubting her abilities once she proved to be more than capable.”

The young boy’s eyes had widened to saucers in awe.

“She stayed with the wealthy man during his expeditions, whether it was sneaking aboard a ship to France or trekking through a war zone in the South American jungles. Over time, the wealthy man fell in love with the Ifrit. But he didn’t want to acknowledge it.”

“Why not?”

“Like the Ifrit, the wealthy man was also quite stubborn. He had been through a lot, betrayed by people he had been very close to. As a result, he had to survive on his own for many years. He learnt the value of money the hard way, through back-breaking work. Because of that, he didn’t trust people. He had become a cold, stingy person. He didn’t want to admit having feelings for her, even to himself. He was in denial for a long while.”

“So did they not end up together?” The boy mumbled, drowsiness beginning to set in.

“No. With time, they couldn’t hide their feelings. Somehow along the way, they grew closer and closer. Until they finally admitted their feelings for each other. But even then it wasn’t easy.”

“Why?” The boy’s eyelids fluttered.

“The wealthy man and the Ifrit had clashing principles. As a result, they always argued. But after a while, they both grew tired of arguing and decided to meet in the middle. Eventually, they both married and started a family. They soon found that the new lifestyle had its own challenges.” He looked down at the boy, whose steady breathing indicated he had fallen asleep. “But that’s a story for another day.”

The man’s hand reached out and gently brushed away the wavy chestnut locks from his son’s forehead. He stood up, taking the candlestick.

“Good night.” He started to head for the doorway when—

“Father?”

He stopped, turning to face the boy squinting at him through barely opened eyes.

“Yes, Son?”

“What’s an Ifrit?”

— — —

I tried a new writing style for this one. A shorter, third person perspective read without any character names. But I think it was obvious enough who the characters were. I’ve read numerous fanfics of lambrose with their future children, each having different names. For this oneshot, I’ve left the decision of naming up to you, Reader, for their child—in this case, their son.

[gg-astrology]

hi!! leo sun/ sag moon please? ☺️

Hey there!!!!! 💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞

[Below Cut: Leo Sun - Sagittarius Moon 🥁]

‘SLEEP IS FOR THE WEAK’ but Also ‘Sleeping for a week’

Marching to the beat of their own drum, Leo/Sag drum is Fun but also unpredictable-- even THEY don’t know what their schedule is like or what theyre going to be up to!!! Everything is a ~flow~ of loosely planned social clusters and improvisation!!!

The type of people who are so chill, so down for anything. Ready to grab their gears, their friends and GO. There’s constant movement and physical activities, like socializing is fun and nice and stops the depression -- but also going home is like, 

Home time is me-time y get me?

These people may seem like the type to be like fun and motivating cause they literally urge people to do stuff (’hey let’s go let’s do it’) but at the same time they’re also private??

Do you even know what their home life is like?? Do u know what their domestic sphere is Like at all??

Privacy is important to them--- as much as they like being Out There and Different, the comfort of their own home and having control over that aspect of their life (who they let in, who’s intimate, who’s family) is sacrilege

Like they’re -- a conspiracy theory, what doeth goeth on inside thy humble abodeth? 👀 They put so much energy into their public/social persona that often times--- getting to know what their ‘me’ time is like feels like you only know half a person??? 

There’s a lot that Leo/Sagittarius has to deal with on their own, emotionally. They recuperate and contemplate a lot, but at the same time-- if they don’t get out and Do something they get dragged down into boredom/insecurities or constant thoughts/ideas/whizziness (Sagittarius itchy restlessness/anxiety) that’s why they’re always like ‘im bored let’s do something lets go’ all the time (needy/whiny)

They’re the type who’d go out, follow the crowd and do something completely crazy (’take a chance!’) because they LOVE a good story to tell ugh 

They like hearing about gossip/drama and rumours, especially one about them (gasp) because they’re like---- ‘yes keep talking about me i love it’ it boosts their confidence

These Leo/Sagittarius combos are anxious about not being in trend, not being heard or fitting in sometimes. While they’re independent to a degree, they’re also creature of social inclusivity. They want to be included in stuff, in groups and hang outs. They want to be appreciated and admired, wanna be talked to and about. 

They aren’t shy about owning their confidence/worth, because there’s so much more to life that they could be stressed over?? The small stuff-- like surface level things like oh popularity or admirability or social standing-- those things are important but pshhh, it’s nothing like dealing with their deep inner thoughts/turmoils and anxiety y know?

Won’t ever let you know when they need help with those stuff though, they’re NOT the type to disclose information about themselves unless YOU bring it up 

They’ll try to advise you, work through THEIR problems by mirroring/projecting through you and figuring it out from there. But you won’t have a clue??

Like there’s something to be said about how Sagittarius does make someone a deep and intellectual thinker. There’s an emphasis on academic and respectability, they know this. Social standing is important, but so is ?? maverick and progression (context).

Think smart not hard, work efficiently not longer. Underneath that fun, care-free and spirited exterior, you ARE a smart, serious and professional person.

The thing is,  I think you know your concentration is shit. You LIKE the rebellious life-style mostly because it makes you feel accepted for who you are. Your Sagittarius won’t settle down, so you adapt and make due. 

You turn it into a life-style where you encourage and rally people around you to ‘not be so hive-minded’ and show them your critical thinking (but quickly ease back into careful nonchalance and silliness, because you don’t want them to think you’re serious all the time/more than necessary)

Because of your 1) impatience, impulsivity 2) need to for good story to tell you can sometimes be a slave to acting recklessly and carelessly-- sometimes physically putting yourself in danger or seeking out ‘thrills’. 

You’re a child at heart, and this can sometimes worry people. Because you are--- as signature of Leo, naive and innocent to an extent. No matter how much you grow up, how you’ve matured. How responsible or hard-working or whatever you have in your ‘social-front’ --- you’ll always be a slave to inner ‘thrill-seeker/wanting adventure’ because of it

You may encourage others to open up about themselves, yet you never open up about you. You believe, strongly in your opinion (research, studies, made up your mind) -- you’re critical and cynical, albeit optimistic/alternative as a person. 

The thing about you is-- you believe in frankness and openness, but is boo boo the fool--- clownery when you don’t give back the things you ask for (slip n’ slide, you know you’re charming so you make sure the other person forget about you not opening up by overwhelming them with attention/questions about themselves)  

Sometimes you can have the view of ‘uselessly validating someone create hive-mindedness without critical thinking/pushing’ is something like a pet-peeve, but realize that this is out of obliviousness to how emotionality work.

You realize that-- if someone IS upset about something, you’re not supposed to beat down on them or make light of it at the time. Yet you’re unable to keep your mouth shut, unable to support or help others because you’re not in touch with your OWN sensitivity (never let it out) so you hurt others intentionally because it’s ‘my way or no way’ 

You’re reckless, and that’s not going to work in the long-run. You know this, but reprimanding you is like reprimanding your internal child. You huff and whine and is egoistic, you don’t listen to anybody else and can sometimes think your opinion (informed, thought out, decisive) is arguable more substantial and stronger than weak-mindedness 

While you like to challenge others to prove you wrong, realize that your attitude is the problem. You can charm, you can slide, you can be as ‘good’ or morally chaotic as you want. What matters is that you learn how to not HURT people through it, because sometimes-- you really do make those close to you feel like they don’t know you or can’t help you. Because you keep them at arm’s length at all times.

(tl;dr: Sagittarius expands your ego, your emotions. It makes Leo’s needs and combined impulsivity stronger. You can sometimes take on or be too much of something, and believe yourself to be something without considering other people’s feelings/emotions. 

Consider how Pisces is the nocturnal Jupiter sign- and what it implicates. Learn how to be more understanding, and don’t do it so you can use it to manipulate others sometimes). 

Righty then!! 💀💀💀 I hope you enjoy!! 💞💞💞💞 This one’s a bit hmmm harsh but I hope it gives you something to think about!! 💞💞💞 I hope it helps!!

[raphpanda21]

A light in the darkest night

Last time

Just as he is getting back to work an IM from Peresephone appeared on his screen

Persph-01: Thanatos? Did you get a text from me last night ?

Thanatos’s heart dropped in his stomach and only one thought comes to mind. Fuck!

The IM blinked as it waited for his attention the pulse of if matching his racing heart rate. Moving his mouse to click on it his fingers hover over the keyboard .Letting out a frustrated growl he pulled down his man bun running his fingers through his hair in frustration. No he couldn’t do this via corporate instant message. That wasn’t what friends did.

Logging of his computer he moved quickly not wasting time to wait on the elevator he instead took the closest stairs. With his long strides he easily covered the floor difference between his and hers. Arriving on the correct floor he was momentarily at a loss on where to look for her among the maze of cubicles. Having no real idea and not about to go ask Minthe he hesitated momentarily trying to let his instincts guide him.

He chose left because most likely Minthe had been the one choosing her desk location and the further from Hades the better. Coming towards the end of a row of empty cubicles he heard the soft sound of someone sniffling. The sound caused a mixture of sympathy and rage to build inside of him. Princess didn’t deserve to be this tore up over that piece of trash. If it was the last thing he did he would see that the asshole payed. Coming around the corner of the cubicle he is able to look in on Persephone without her noticing. Her hair had grown shockingly long and was pooled around her like a protective pink. On the desk her cell screen backlight is dimly lit up and he can see that the text screen is up just a hint of one of the pictures visible on it. The IM window is still ope. on her computer screen no response from him to answer her.

Thanatos: Persephone?

Persephone felt like her life was spiraling down a drain of shame and failure. Having come across the text she was horrified. Who? Why? It had to have been Apollo but why ? Had he shown those picture to others? What would Thanatos think about her? She was so ashamed. She knew Apollo had pictures but seeing them for herself just reminded her of all her failures and mistakes since leaving her mother’s side. She was a fake a farce. She hated herself. She choked back the loud sobs that threatened to slip free. Sure there wasn’t anyone near her desk for several rows but she didn’t want to be seen like this. She just needed to get herself together enough that she could slip out unnoticed and go home and cry herself sick. Mind made up on this plan of attack it all went out the window in hearing Thanatos call her name. He was here? He didn’t hate her. Didn’t think she was disgusting? No stop Persephone you can’t assume you know his feelings towards you. She looked up at him her face tear stained with even more tears threatening to fall from her swollen eyes.

Persephone: Thanatos? You came?

As she speaks her voice cracks.

Seeing her like this made his heart ache but hearing the surprise and almost wonder in her voice nearly did him in. His killer queen was lost and left was a broken princess that would require much more work than a simple spa day to fix.

Thanatos: Of course it’s me. I figured you might be a wreck and I was right it seems.

Carefully trying to navigate her hair to avoid stepping on as much of it as possible he came closer kneeling down to be on her eye level. Reaching up slowly he used his thumbs to to brush away the tears that threatened to fall.

Thanatos: I’ll be super honest I am really awful in situations like this. Like the worst, but I am good at one thing.

He opened his arms wide and inviting to her

Thanatos: I give pretty decent hugs and seems like you could use one.

Persephone’s bottom lip quivered momentarily before she let herself fall into his offered hug her sobs starting anew but being muffled against his shoulder.

It didn’t take long for his shirt to become soaked thru from her tears but he paid it no mind instead just rubbing her back and shushing her softly as she cried it all out. Finally her tears began to slow and she looked up wiping at her eyes with one hand still sniffling.

Thanatos: Feel any better?

Persephone sniffed shaking her head no still leaning against him for comfort

Persephone: I feel so ashamed, I can’t believe he did that.

Thanatos brushed her hair back behind her ears to try and prevent it from sticking to her tear damped face.

Thanatos: Listen to me, you have nothing to be ashamed about he is the one in the wrong here.

Persephone: But you don’t understand I do! It never should have happened I was supposed to stay pure that’s what I have been trained to be my whole life.

Seeing her about to break down again he shushes her lightly hugging her close once more

Thanatos: Don’t get yourself worked up. We can’t change what happened but I think if you talked it out it might help you sort through it all. Keeping something like this inside of you will just eat you up.

Standing up he pulls her with him.

Thanatos: How about we get out of here l. Today’s a wash for us and I know if I was you I wouldn’t want to be here.

He lets her go stepping back to let her make her own choice in the matter. She had obviously had to many people make choices for her in her life and she deserved to be allowed to make her own.

Persephone bit her lip looking at her desk and then back to Thanatos. She knew his suggestion was the right move plus she probably looked like a wreck at this point. Sighing she turned and logged off her computer.

Persephone: Your right, I am seriously going to get fired at this rate though.

Thanatos scoffs

Thanatos: Hades is easy. Just say you had lady issues and he will cave. He won’t even ask he will probably become so uncomfortable.

Persephone can’t help but smile a little at the image that pops in her head as she moved to grab her coat. Putting it on though proves to be quite difficult with her overlong hair.

Persephone: Can you help me out and use the scissors in my desk drawer to cut this mess off?

Thanatos does as asked cutting her hair off leaving it to hang just at her shoulder blades. He figured better to leave too much than cut too much.

Thanatos: Done , but not sure what we do with all the leftovers Princess. Can’t say I know any princes that need a hair braid to climb an ivory tower. Does this happen often?

Persephone sighs bending down to grab an armful of the discarded hair

Persephone : More than I care to fess up to. My powers go a bit haywire when I am upset.

Thanatos followed her lead also bent to gather up the hair

Thanatos: Well that’s different but guess it is better than growing another head like Hdyra right?

Persephone either doesn’t hear him or chooses not to comment as she carried the hair to the nearest trash can dropping it in. Thanatos follows her example with his own armful doing his best to brush a few stubborn hairs from his person.

Thanatos: That will have to do. Now then, for our grand escape let’s head downstairs to my desk so I can gather my things and we will be on our way.

Persephone nods following his lead back to the stairwell and down to his floor. Moving to his desk he snagged his coat and phone before leading them straight to the elevator. When the door opens they enter riding in silence to the first floor and exiting quickly. Unknown to them Minthe who had just come in from a smoke break saw them leaving together her eyes narrowing with suspicion as she checked her watch.

Minthe: To early for lunch... maybe a coffee break? Hmmm....

Minthe snuck behind them staying far enough back to not be seen and as they exited the building she securied a spot behind a decorative lobby plant to spy unseen.

Meanwhile Thanatos has hailed them a cab.

Thanatos: My place is close we can go there or your place. Whatever makes you comfortable .

Persephone: Let’s go to yours . Artemis doesn’t like men in the house.

Thanatos frowned hearing this last statement. It seemed Artemis was a walking contradiction or Persephone was hiding things from her roommate. Holding the door open to let Persephone in he followed after her giving the cabbie the address as he settled in.

As they are entering the cab Minthe secretly took a few photos the last being of the cab departing. Smiling like the cat that got the cream she headed back to her desk looking forward to the opportunity to use the pictures against the two biggest thorns in her side.

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Tag muns you want to know better; repost - don’t reblog.

{I Basically? Draw myself on my Ask Ed so...?? *steals from there??*}

What inspired you to try/create that muse/s:  I think I was caught up with the anime (Didn’t find the manga till after I created Leia’s page, I THINK could be wrong.) and as I mentioned before. Leia basically came from a dream I had, don’t remember too much anymore / sure I still forgot cool shit lol.

Just after I sat down and thought about it, sure I rambled to a friend of mine as well about the dream and the type of quirk I decided on. Or rather my muse did as it just instantly came to me.

Once I had everything fleshed out I decided to give it a go and try and hop into the bnha rpc community. I am so fucking glad I did! Everyone I’ve talked to so far has been super nice and supportive (Even calling Leia Canon ;w; ) I’ve made some really awesome friends here so far too! <3

What is inspiration for that muse/s: From a Dream :D I love my dreams to bits, especially if I can remember them.

But um..! what I remember from my dream was being nervous about an upcoming fight or battle? IDK and I bumped hands with Katsuki or had touched him, so later on it jumped too me being caught by villains, I think? And they demanded I use my quirk on them, which I didn’t and pretended sorta that I was a bit out of it. I mean I kinda was?? I was hurt and I feel like was either pinned on the ground by someone or stuck under some rubble, either way! XD

I remember concentrating and thinking something like, ‘please come find me’ / ‘I need help’ Then Katsuki and I think Izuku both showed up? (this was when I realized, oh the quirk has a radius / 1mile before their out of range of her kinda thing) 

and the rest is history? I mean, I still get more inspiration as I go with headcanons n etc. But yeah :D

Thread/AU that made you really happy: I honestly have so many favourite threads ;w; I can’t choose just one.

I love each and every interaction with everyone’s muses~<33 

Maybe like the plotted ones with my rp partner a wee bit more, but honestly just happy anyone wants to rp / plot with me ;w; Plotted ones usually last longer and 100% of the time I never want them to end, BUT if they do means we can plot another >:3 I do enjoy short ones too like crack shenanigans! 

Something really special on your wishlist: I’m honestly not sure??? Hell, just talking to people IC and OOC makes me really fucking happy.

Hmmm... well, one where Leia opens up a bit more about her grandparents, more so her grandfather as he is a bit of a butt. >_>

Her proving to others, but mostly herself, that she is capable to become a pro here and is fucking amazing.

Umm.... sure more things that will come up / I’ll think of but YEAH LOVE MY BEAN ;w;

Something you are looking for in short future for your muse:  Might have rambled that above, rofl. Clearly not reading these before I ramble and answer.

Just my bean being more self confident with her abilities ;w;

Share something related to your muse!: Ummm? Not sure what this one means?

Leia is super nice to everyone and is always mindful of other’s personal spaces. If she goes to sit beside someone she always leaves some space between them so they don’t feel uncomfortable. Plus always asking if it is okay to touch them, example is giving them a hug.

What do you think about character’s design/how do you came up with this: I adore Leia’s design! I can’t remember if I had a set look for her in my head before looking for a faceclaim. Or I saw the faceclaim and knew immediately it was her. Either way I love her <3

Designing her hero costume was quite fun too! I have edited it slightly as a more updated version and quite content with that one for the time being. Who knows, could end up editing it again lol.

What your muse taught you:  To not give up even if I think I am useless and can’t do anything right. Don’t get me wrong she still has the same self doubts, just she handles them better than I do. I feel I am a mess *lays down* Stand up for yourself and or others. Like someone being bullied Leia will head in to defend the other, either verbally or physically / with her quirk. Me... not so much I honestly hate confrontation and it gives me super high anxiety as I feel like I fucked up or something? IDK anxiety is a fickle beast. Ummm?? not sure what else???

What is roleplay for you:  Super fun! I guess it is a hobby like it is a hobby of mine to draw? I just have a lot of fun interacting with other people OOC and IC via IM’s and threads. Things that would never happen int he real word happen here and it is exciting! (That sounds kinda cheesy but??)

Just say something nice about other mun!:  I love each and everyone of you here! I am so glad to have made some new amazing friends and just meeting such kind awesome people! I am trying to reach out more to say hi and ask how your day was to start off and then rambles ensue!! Just... everyone is lovely I love you all~<3

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Tagging:  @floatiisms @watersplxsh  uuuuh whoever else hasn’t??

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Hmmm alright i can't resist answering hahaha but it got long so im putting it under a cut. Long story short very few and the way/time i think it would take for these ships to potentially happen varies a lot.

I want to premise that RWBY has proved me wrong on ships many times and in the years i've been watching the show has changed a lot. For example in the beginning i didn't trust they would deliver main LGBT characters but that has changed now clearly. There's also many levels of "canon", for istance i can consider Neptune x Weiss canon because there was canonical romantic interest that was mutual even if there was no relationship, Jaune x Weiss also have canon romantic sub-plot but it was unilateral. Soooo to me "canon" means canonically aknowledged feelings/interest at least on one side. For example these are the pairings that i already see as "canon" to some degree: iceberg, whiteknight (one sided), arkos,renora, catmeleon (one sided), blacksun, tauradonna *ugh*, bumbleby aaaaand im very close to adding one-sided rosegarden (on Oscar's part) and emercury after V7/8.

Now, as for those ships that i think could get real by the end of the show or in the future.....

the inner shipper in me has identified five pairings with potential to get "in a relationship", please this is based on canon in some points (mostly bees and renora) but its still just a lot of speculation:

• Bees, mutual relationship. I think this one is kinda obvious now. I saw the signs early on (V3) but i believed, quite frankly, that it was childlish to hope for two main LGBTs and that blacksun would probably be the preferred pairing. I don't know if this pairing was planned, but there was something in there and now its pretty obvious they will get in a relationship by the looks of it.

• Renora, break up (reconciliation??). OKAY hear me out i know Renora are probably just gonna find each other again and kiss and be happy and have babies BUT someone left this annoying bug in my ear that screams "nora wants to find out who she is and being with ren means that she can't, so they won't end up together romantically" im not sure whats gonna happen but i could see either endgame Renora as mutual relationship and/or breakup renora.

• Emercury, open ending??? If their relationship was to be romantic (i hope so but also don't take a couple of looks as proof) i'd expect Mercury to be the one doing the pining?? I don't have any solid argument to support this its just a vibe i get and it's definitely the forementioned inner shipper doing the work. STILL my personal theory is that both will be redeemed and eventually they will find each other and build a new life together. I believe the best we can get with Emercury, realistically speaking, is an open ending.....

• Nuts and Dolts, blurred undertones. Alright i don't think they will kiss realistically BUT i think Nuts and Dolts shippers have a point. I believe.....(again inner shipper at work)..... it is possible to get in a position where there's like a kiss and Penny is not fully aware of the implications and just knows she loves Ruby very much. Realistically i believe Ruby ATM is aro/ace so i am not sure what her reaction would be. I don't think this will happen but i'd see where its coming from if it did. And i would be very much okay with Nuts and Dolts, nothing in it seems off to me. It's a good freaking relationship. Though after Fairgame i've decisely stopped seeing every shippable interaction as inherently romantic in canon because...self care :/

• Rosegarden, possible late endgame. Admittedly!!! This is the only Ruby relationship that hasn't been automatically BROTPed in canon. Jaune, Weiss, Penny all labelled as friends, besties and best friends to Ruby, Oscar hasn't. Mind you that alone doesn't have to mean much but it is....suspicious, to me. The parallels with bees and their little interaction last volume leave me kinda convinced of the fact that if Ruby is really getting a canon love interest, then it would be this one. The narrative seems to place their role in the plot very close to each other, and with how much RWBY has valued plot relevant duos in the past, it is entirely possible they'd sneak romance between these two. Of course it would be very later on in the show, as i don't think CRWBY would ever attempt anything with Ozpin still invading Oscar's head. However it must be said that this is the only popular Ruby ship that stands a real chance in my opinion, because their dynamic is different, is the only one that is not being framed and labelled as "best friends". To this day the most interpretable-as-romantic interaction Ruby has ever had was with him and was a direct parallel to another canon ship.........this is my explaination as to why i think Rosegarden is a likely option. But we'll see how that goes. Like i said, i believe Ruby isn't interested in romance right now, but she could be in the future. Most of the juice in rosegarden comes from Oscar's lowkey crush and the framing of their moments. This could mean something, but it has to be a little more explicit to be considered canon.

• Last observations in regards of Weiss. I think Weiss will stay single. The only chance i see at a Weiss romance includes a revamping of her old romantic subplots: so iceberg and whiteknight. But objectively i don't think CRWBY has the time or energy or ability to handle so many romances so i definitely don't see this as a super likely possibility. Whats for sure is that i don't believe they'll ever bother giving Weiss a new romance that starts from 0. And my Sunflakes heart is in absolute pain over this knowledge alcnsmxnndndnd but i am just being real here

Uuuh aight thats it. these are just some guesses so yeah. All things condered i think only renora/bees are almost guaranteed, buuuuut i think we'll get at least one of the other mentioned pairings. Thanks for the question! :)

This fandom is wild, specifically on the shipping side because it doesn't understand the difference between what they want to be canon and whats actually canon and as such is expected to happen.

You'll have people that will unironically claim weiss/ruby are endgame despite being told "no" every season, you turn around and someone will say jaune/ruby should have happened because they were "set up romantically"(???), turn around again and another corner of the fandom is actually expecting nuts and dolts kiss any moment because they hugged a lot, meanwhile canon Ruby is......literally uninterested in anything romantically and is about to have a serious breakdown over thousands of people that are going to die...............like 😬