#in the sense that everything shit can be trailed to them lol

[moondogss]

today we realized with my husband that the 6 episodes of season 2 of good omens come out the day we're going to be in a bus trip that lasts 24 hours across the country, there could be literally no better timing, i'm going to have the trip of a lifetime

[lovinglylibelle]

—𝐣𝐣𝐤 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐮𝐩 { pt. 4 }

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✧. FUSHIGURO TOJI

Okay so i know this man is broke as shit BUT thta doesn't mean i cant style him ;) and that he doesn't have a sense of style. He just doesn't have the money to pull it off

ANYWAY, so ofc this dude likes to wear the classic toji combo, black compression shirt with grey joggers. Its something he wears when he cant think of something.

Additionally, he is a guy who likes flannels. loves to wear them and pulls them off honestly. I mean obviously

He likes tank tops a lot, would wear them all the time because he finds sleeves restricting.

LEATHER JACKETS btw, he loves those. Wears them with a white shirt and blue jeans combo.

Again, the biker gloves. He wears them for reasons (look cool and to handle weapons better)

He actually likes wide legs (heh) but does get annoyed by how they trail all over the floor. Has them in blue and black and gray.

Wears collared shirts, like the one that show off his biceps and back muscles.

Okay so, he also doesn't mind wearing White button ups with trousers, yk that hot look. He even rolls his sleeves uo to showcase his forearm muscles.

Honestly, has a very all over the place style. One day he would be dressed classy and other day like he is broke. It depends on his mood and he genuinely doesn't care about what he wears.

Overall, he looks good in whatever concoction he puts on. Like idk how, i think its the face that makes anything look everything. Women give him double glances all the time, men too... worms too lol.

✧. NANAMI KENTO

Its honestly very hard to imagine him wear anything other than suits but i still did it HEH.

So of coure first of all, he wears suits. Tuxedos, double-breasted, Slim-fit, Modern-fit etc etc. He gets them hand-stitched, has an entire Kingsmen thing going on. Can name brands according to the make AND only wears original stuff. He is serious about his suits.

He has a lot of ties, cute ones, fun prints, the basic solid coloured ones, patterns and everything. Wears them according to the occasion.

He likes to wear Polo shirts, and i think they actually look quite hot on him. Especially the fitted ones.

His colors of choice usually are sage green, soft blue, dark blue, dark green, emerald green etc etc

He loves the round neck shirts too, the ones without collars.

Wearing button ups is his thing, wears them a lot in black, white, beige and blue.

He alsoooooooo likes to wear joggers at home because they are so very comfortable.

In winters, he wears trench coats (i love trench coats if you cant tell) and highnecks too OMGGGG he looks so good in highnecks i might swoon.

Yk those trousers? which are lightweight and flowy? the ones that you see a lot of East Asian men wearing on pinterest? Yeah he loves those. He gets to be comfortable and look professional and good in them.

He likes to wear sweaters too, like those soft and warm beautiful sweaters.

A WATCH is a must. bro wears watch even at home. Has an entire section in his wardrobe designed for watches. There are silver watches, golden watches, black watches, chunky watches, analog, digital etcetc. Digital watches are just for show tho, will never wear them

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[buckyarchives]

MODERN OBI-WAN KENOBI BOYF HC

I haven’t ever done a head cannon post but with how busy / lazy I’ve been I might post more of these, they’re a lot of fun. probably one for Bucky and Luke skywalker. If you want any other characters just lmk! Make sure to check my request post!

warning: nsfw content (labeled so if you want to skip you totally can)

tea guy, like, it’s crazy. has so many drawers full of boxes and bags. always making you tea to fit whatever mood you’re in

landscaper or teacher, or both. I imagine him teaching younger kids but probably wishes to be a professor of some sort, maybe teaching environmental science.

just really likes plants and flowers but sometimes gets tired of having to craft and trim everything to be perfect so he thoroughly enjoys natural nature and the “overgrown’ aesthetic

Adding onto that, loves to hike, always takes you with and nerds out about the scenery and views.

definitely fosters dogs from the local shelter and takes them on hikes to help leash train them.

unintentionally a pretentious little prick

circle lens glasses and turtle neck combo 24/7

And of course you steal his sweaters ALL THE TIME

Smells like citrus, grass and rain. the warm sun rays and vanilla

Always watching some documentary, or the history channel.

All your friends lowkey want him because he’s. That Guy.

Whenever he blushes it goes straight to his nose, ears and neck.

Frequent at most coffee shops in town so when he started to bring you around it was a big deal for the workers lol, so much gossip. And mild disappointment from the staff knowing obi wan was official taken

Probably hates small talk, finds it tedious and shallow

The most supportive boyfriend in the world, he’s always the first person there to cheer you on

When you started dating him, his cousin/best friend, Anakin, came as a packaged deal. The younger one frequently trailing behind obi wan and now, as you’ve got too closer, you as he’s become a younger brother figure to you.

Not jealous at all, he’s very secure in your relationship and his trust in you is crazy strong. finds it quite amusing when men hit on you in front of him and kinda just lets you play it out.

That is unless you become uncomfortable, he mostly lets you stand up for yourself but if it becomes overbearing he definitely won’t hesitate to cause a small scene.

A big runner and boxer, you’re used to having to help his knuckles heal up from long sessions. As well as joining him on early morning runs if he can get you up and out of bed for it.

He loves art and mostly drew and painted landscapes but after meeting you this sketch book began to fill of pictures of you from every angle possible.

So naturally put together all the time it makes you insecure sometimes

Obviously, obi wan is the best at easing those insecurities. He always notices when you’re feeling off, sometimes even before yourself, so quick to embrace you and whisper exactly what you need to hear.

Another thing, so good with his words??? He always tell you what you need to hear, there’s rarely ever any miscommunication between the two of you because of this and even when they’re are, arguments are not common.

Crazy sarcastic, will say the funniest shit ever with the most monotone face and it just makes it 100% times funnier.

Really likes Taylor swift and David Bowie

Always getting you bouquets of flowers, even arranges them himself sometimes.

“This reminded me of you.”

Such a safe and non-judgemental aura, you’d struggle with asking for help or learning new / seemingly ‘common sense’ things with past relationships in fear of seeming dumb but you feel so safe around obi-wan that those thoughts never cross your mind, always learning new things from him and enjoying how helpful and supportive he is.

Definitely an impala driver, either 40s Chevy impala or the very sleek and fancy 2020 impala premier, probably black and rarely dirty

Not the biggest cuddler in the world but really enjoys naps together, will drape an arm over you but he tends to move around in his sleep so he’s just content with sleeping besides you rather than wrapping limbs

But when he is in the mood to cuddle, it’s mostly on the couch when you decides to binge shitty reality television. He’s usually on his back and you’re laying ontop of his stomach with your ear to his chest

You two constantly binge dating reality shows, always criticizing the other couple and mostly men LOL.

“He did not just say that! Maker, you would have broke up with me then and there.” “Damn right I would.”

You trace all the moles and freckles along his body, obi wan definitely had a skin care routine and moisturizes so I imagine his skin is always so soft

NSFW!

really likes nudes, like the grainy MacBook camera pictures with a matching cute set type nudes (iykyk). Hot and slightly artistic, his favorite.

Doesn’t like porn though, never enjoyed it and it never really got him off, doesn’t like the morals of it either

Also sexting, not his thing. He’s usually more on the serious end when it comes to intimacy but he cannot take sexting seriously LMAOO

lowkey the type to come home from a long day of work and look you in the eye with That Look and you just know what he needs

Thigh guy, the type to take breaks from eating you out by just resting his head fully on your inner thigh and just gaze up at you

Sir / master kink

Will jokingly come up behind you when you’re in the kitchen or something and press his groin to your behind

Just a little tease overall, always doing shit like that and acting all innocent about it

VERY VERY vocal during sex (cough, cough, shallow graves ending scene, COUGH)

[desceros]

I no longer feel bad about asking about blurple villian might I ask some very pointed questions about Donnie’s side of the relationship for playlist purposes?

So what I’m hearing is it takes DonBon a little longer to um… get his ball rolling. So to speak. How many fights do he and Lamb Chan get into over Leo and does Leo know about it/rub it in Donnie’s face?

Gbs input would be appreciated as well (now when I reblog blurple villian stuff I wait a bit to make sure you two aren’t still going back and forth on the post lol)

never ever ever feel bad for blurple villain au posting

i think donnie and lamb-chan actually... don't really fight that much usually? not in the traditional sense. for the most part you're just like. oh donnie says that this is the best way to do things, so i'm going to trust that and do it. and if you say you want something, donnie usually is like ok well here you go. it's just very. easy. being with donnie. there's no real friction or fighting that ends up happening.

...except when it comes to leo.

ohhh man. you are stubborn as fuck about leo, and it makes donnie's teeth fucking paste with how hard he grinds them on this. he tries everything. talking to you. grabbing your arms and shaking you. a very memorable powerpoint presentation with diagrams and pictures. he puts a tracker on your coat that starts making an obnoxious beep when you get too close to leo's apartment, so you just take it off and leave it on a dumpster until you come back by.

(he promptly takes it off, because the thought of you out there, cold, is maybe worse than the thought of you being with that fucker. also bc leo snapped at him about it, genuinely angry, saying he'd had to warm you up bc your teeth were chattering, and knowing that leo put his fucking hands on you—that leo was right about how he'd hurt you—yeah. no more beeping trackers.)

leo, of course, absolutely loves this. i can just see him hiding in the fire escapes, watching over you on your way to his apartment with donnie trailing behind. you're ignoring him, nose in the air, as he tells you all the reasons that this is stupid, that leo is toxic, that you're better off staying in the lair. when he makes the mistake of insinuating that leo would hurt you, that's when you stop and wheel around, getting a little nasty right back in his face. leo has never once hurt you—not in a way you didn't ask for—and insinuating otherwise won't stand.

taking this moment to be the perfect little shit, leo jumps down and comes up behind you, pulling you close and sending his brother a smug smile. making matters worse, you grab leo's hand and pull him along behind you, leaving donnie behind with the sight of your stiff spine and leo's infuriating smirk. he goads the two of you on, wanting you to fight, hoping to push you away from donnie and closer to him.

...but, equally, i think your fights—as hot as they burn when they happen—are very, very quick to boil away. they never last more than a few hours before you're coming back together, apologizing, the two of you snuggling close and letting the gravity between you come to head. he hates making you angry, he really hates making you cry; you hate making him angry, you really hate making him sad.

once you start hooking up w donnie, this gets even more pronounced. i imagine you're very, very careful not to get into fights with donnie, giving him one or two more warnings that you're getting pissed when he starts sniping about leo. hence why the whole 'being little shits behind your back' thing starts happening. (because you are also very quick to defend donnie to leo, and your fuse on people saying shit about him is very, very, very short.)

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[kj-1130]

meeting her

sporty!riri x bookworm!reader

warnings: disgustingly romcom-ish

a/n: heyyy…been a min lol. anyway y’all know them scenes in the romcoms where they be switching pov’s with the same event or wtv? yeah it’s like that:)

also reblog…i’m begging you pls

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     You were walking out of your last class of the day, checking over yourself to make sure you had everything. Exhaustion laid over you heavily, and you were not willing to make the trip across campus from your dorm if you had forgotten anything. 

     Once your fears had been eased you checked your phone next, going over the reminders you had been given, and trying to see if you could work out a nap somewhere in between all of your tasks that had yet to be completed. Head so deep in your device, you failed to notice that the pathway in front of you wasn’t clear. Next thing you knew, you bumped into something very solid and all of your things dropped to the floor.

-

     Riri was bragging to her friends about her little basketball win in a 1v1 scrimmage she had earlier that day. She was walking backwards and giving them vivid details that none of them asked for. 

      They were used to it, though. Every other day she was talking about a different sport she participated in and how fine all the other players were. It was volleyball one day and softball the next. Sometimes she’d even convince the boys to let her play, especially when it came to basketball, just so she could laugh when they all lost (every last one of them was a sore loser. It made the game more fun for her). 

     So into her storytelling she failed to realize that her friends were trying to warn her about something. She honestly thought they were just trying to get her to shut up. Next thing she knew, someone had ran into her back and there was a loud crash. 

-

     You dropped down to the floor immediately, not wanting to face any confrontation. There was no telling if who you had bumped into would be overly angry at you or not. 

     You were so frantic in your motions, you failed to realize that the person you hit crouched down to help you. 

-

     After a couple seconds of staring at you in shock, Riri finally came to her senses and began helping you pick up your stuff. She didn’t want to trigger an attitude or cause you to be upset with her. After all, she was the one who wasn’t paying attention to where she was going. 

- 

     You reached out to grab the last book, only for a hand to lay on top of yours. You looked up instantly, your eyes meeting warm brown ones. 

     ‘Wow,’ you thought to yourself.

     You had to stare for a couple moments. Someone like her was helping someone like you. You were starstruck, caught in her beauty. She was wearing some baggy cargo pants with a compression shirt that showed off the definition of her muscles (not that you were paying attention to that). 

     While your eyes were trailing over her, you noticed there were other people gathered behind her, more than likely her friends. That knocked you out of your daze real quick, not wanting to make more of a fool of yourself.

-

     ‘Holy shit…’ Riri thought to herself. 

     You were stunning to say the least. Your lip liner and gloss combo went together perfectly and complimented your skin ton (not that she was staring at your lips that hard). Your glasses frame went perfectly with your chill yet nerdy aesthetic and Riri couldn’t help but be drawn to you. 

     She started apologizing for running into you, not wanting to seem like a total weirdo. She got nervous when you abruptly stood up, but followed your lead, wanting to stay face to face with you.

      Handing over your stuff, she got ready to talk, only for you to mutter a quick thanks and begin to walk off. She wasn’t about to let you go like that so she getnly grabbed your arm before you walked off. 

     “Can I get your number?” 

-

     She had handed you back your stuff before she popped the question. You were hoping to make a quick getaway but it seems that it wouldn’t be happening. 

     “I’m Riri, by the way,” the woman clarified. 

     You gave a quick glance behind her at her friends. It made you weary.

     “You for real? This ain’t no joke, is it?”

     She looked back and followed your line of sight and quickly shook her head. She looked more offended than anything but made a point to reassure you. 

      “A hundred percent genuine--promise.” 

     Hesitantly, you ripped off a piece of paper and began writing the digits on it. You hoped on a shooting star (it was still daytime) that she’d text you back--she was exactly your type.

     Reaching your hand out, she grabbed the paper from you. With a soft smile that made your knees weak, she walked off with her friends following behind. 

     You were on cloud nine on the way back to your dorm. A pretty girl asked for your number--not one of your friends’ but yours. The walk back was a blur as you thought only about your interaction with Riri (was her chain silver or gold?). 

     Unlocking your door, you walked in and settled in your bed after placing your books on your desk. Your smile slowly faded as you thought back. Dropping back onto your bed, you let out a groan.

     You forgot to give her your name.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

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[marblemoonstones]

stiletto 👠

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summary: bangtan may think they’re the mafia kings, but little do they know you are the rising queen.

warnings: ❗️any characters in the story have nothing to do with their real life counterparts❗️f reader, use of ‘bitch,’ ‘ass’, ‘shit’ (still don’t know if it counts as a warning lol), mentions of killing (nothing happens), tae and kook threatened by reader (nothing happens), shooting of guns (no injuries)

a/n: sorry i haven’t posted in forever 🥲 i’ve been so busy, but i’m still working on catharsis 🩵 

this is just a silly little mafia one shot because i wanted to try something different. reader is a bad bitch bc i wanted her to beat bangtan in a fic for once ;) also pretty tame in terms of violence and such for a mafia fic. hope you enjoy!

word count: ~2.3k

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Opening my eyes, I immediately sense that someone’s watching me. I pretend to not notice it, going about my daily morning routine. The cameras are subtle, but my eyes catch them quickly. These boys may be smart but I’m always one step ahead. I knew that they were going to watch/trail me the second I turned down their business proposal. 

~ Two days ago

“Stiletto, you have a business meeting with Bangtan today,” my assistant tells me. 

“Oh, it totally slipped my mind,” I say, knowing full well about the meeting. You have to act forgetful once in a while or else people assume that you know everything and don’t tell you anything. 

“It’s in an hour in your office.” I nod at the reminder, and wave her off. Venus is a hard-working girl and not a snitch, so I’ve kept her around as my assistant. She knows the consequences of betraying me.

An hour passes by quickly, dealing with my product shipping and whatnot. I’ve been involved for a good seven years; in both the technology industry and the mafia. My technology is top notch, and this led many mafia bosses to want to buy my products. I’m happy to oblige, as this makes me a pretty penny.

A sharp knock on my door makes me smirk. 

I call out, “Come in.” 

Seven men dressed in suits enter and shut the door behind them. 

Bangtan. 

“Hello Stiletto, it’s good to finally meet you,” Kim Namjoon says cordially.

“Likewise. Now, let’s get to it. I’m a busy woman, so if you please, give me your deal.” My face is blank, eyes steely, scrutinizing them as they do the same to me. 

(a/n, I didn’t go into specifics with the deal because I’m not good with that sort of thing, so sorry for being so vague :’)) 

I listen to their proposal, knowing from the first sentence that it’s not going to happen. At least, not with me. The deal has minor holes and could easily be executed with another company. My price is also not met. 

“I’m sorry to interrupt Mr. Kim, but this isn’t going to work. Have a good day,” I dismiss them, seeing the looks of anger flash in their eyes.

“What do you mean it won’t work, Stiletto?” Min Yoongi asks, barely concealing his anger.

“Are you deaf? I mean it won’t work. Find another company. Goodbye.” I’m about to call for security, but they keep pushing on. Well. Looks like they have some bark in them. But I have more important things to be doing than entertain some boys and I know I’ll see them again soon enough.

“You’ll regret this later,” Park Jimin says, and before he can say more I interrupt. 

“I know that I won’t. Goodbye.” And with that, I have security escort them out. Granted, they don’t put up much of a fight, but instead I see them clench their fists if only for a brief second. Good. They’re mad. I hope that they learned that I can be a bitch, exactly as everyone says. 

Hence the nickname Stiletto. Stilettos may be pretty looking but they’re also powerful. I bet you’ve never seen someone walk in stilettos and not look like a bad bitch. 

Ever since this nickname was given to me, I have worn a pair every day. Why not give the people what they want? 

I had to kill everyone who knew my actual name, so now only a select few remain who know my actual name; Y/n.

~ Present Day

Bangtan is so mad that they are trailing me to try to find weaknesses to make me bend to their deal. Their attempt is almost comical. Almost. I don’t have weaknesses. Growing up in an orphanage led me to learn and figure out things by myself. 

My black suit is waiting for me, and I slip on my signature stilettos. They have red soles, an exclusive one-of-a-kind shoe made especially for me. Little does the brand know that I made some alterations to the shoes. I made the tips be steel and each shoe has a small dagger hidden inside the stiletto. 

My black purse is waiting and I check my inbox as I make my way downstairs and into my garage where my chauffeur is waiting. 

The cameras inside the house have already been disabled, courtesy of Venus’s hacking skills. That girl is shaping up to me more and more like me everyday. I smile inside at the thought of toying with Bangtan. Some say they’re the most powerful mafia, even going as far to call them the ‘mafia kings’ but I know better than that. They may be more known in the industry, but my name is still influential and slowly climbing the ranks. I blame me being a woman for the reason why I’m not on top. Most of the mafia bosses think I’m just a pretty face who can’t be taken seriously. Someday I’ll destroy all their empires and watch them burn. (she says nonchalantly lol)

I get out of the car at my office and head inside. Venus greets me, showing me my schedule of the day. I thank her, the only person I ever do, and head off to my office. It’s a peaceful workday, considering that I haven’t had to hurt/kill anyone yet. 

It’s around 2:00pm when I get a notification on my phone saying that there are two unidentifiable figures that breached our building. I dismiss getting security to investigate as I know that it’s Bangtan. Perfect. They’re coming just as I knew they would. I know it’ll take them about a half an hour to reach my office so I wait eagerly. 

Half an hour later I’m sending an email when I can feel their eyes on me. Based on my research I can guess that it’s Jungkook and Taehyung in the vents. These two are the deadly duo and also the sneakiest. 

While Yoongi and Hoseok are the best at weaponry, Namjoon and Seokjin are the best fighters (with Seokjin doubling as a doctor), Jimin is a master manipulator, and Taehyung and Jungkook are the stealthiest. Jungkook is their ace though, good at everything. 

I internally feel giddy, but on the outside I pretend that I don’t notice them.

I let this go on for another half hour, knowing that they’re watching every move. So I send boring emails and don’t do any actually work. I already shut down their hacking and can’t wait to shut down their camera that’s been in my office all day. But that comes later in my plan. 

After hitting send on another email, I start typing up an rsvp and say, “Boys, it’s time to come down now. I know you’re up there, so be good and come out.” 

There aren’t any noises but I can tell that they didn’t expect this. 

Bangtan doesn’t expect me to know their every move. I have tabs on all of them at all times, and they don’t know I know all their tricks in the book. Including trailing business owners who don’t accept their deals.

Since they aren’t responding, I decide to have some fun and use their names. 

“Kim Taehyung and Jeon Jungkook…the maknaes of Bangtan. Be good boys and come out, okay? We don’t want this getting out of hand,” I say sweetly, imagining their eyes widen at me calling them out by name. 

I count slowly in my head…three���two…one…

Bang! The vents come open and they drop down silently behind me. I turn around in my chair and see the two culprits. 

“Hello boys. Have a seat.” I say, leaving them no room for argument. They sit down and don’t speak. I know they’re searching for ways to escape, but I won’t let them. They’re not the only ones good at planning.

“Look, I’m not going to force you to talk about anything. But just know that you shouldn’t try to-“

Before I can finish Jungkook brings out a gun and fires it at me. I dodge it and pull out a gun of my own.

“Don’t even think about it buddy. I have dozens of weapons aimed at you that could fire at any moment, so sit your ass down.” This makes him slightly wary, and he lowers his gun. 

“Give me your weapons boys,” I demand next, knowing that I could still win against them in a heartbeat but don’t want to take that chance.

They get them out for me but I notice Jungkook forgot two and Taehyung forgot one.

“Jungkook, give me the dagger in your hair and behind your ear and Taehyung, give me your ankle dagger,” I sigh impatiently. 

They do as I say, surprised at my knowledge. 

“Perfect. Good boys, thank you,” I praise, knowing that this makes them uncomfortable. And it works. Jungkook looks down slightly while I see Taehyung swallow. 

I stalk over to the filing cabinet and pull out the camera recording all of this. I smirk slightly into it and place it down in front of the boys and I. 

“Hello Bangtan, thanks for sending your maknaes to me. We’ve been having a jolly good time,” I say into the camera, noticing Jungkook and Taehyung exchange glances.

“Anyways, better come get them before something happens to them…that would be horrible,” I say, my tone a hint darker than before. Then I crush and destroy the camera. 

I turn back to Jungkook and Taehyung.

“I’ll guess…thirty-four minutes until they come for you. In the meantime, do make yourselves comfortable. I have snacks and shit in the mini fridge if you’re feeling peckish. But don’t try anything!” I singsong, going back to my desk. 

They look at each other, confused at what’s going on. One second I’m threatening them the next I’m offering them food. I ignore their looks and continue typing and responding to emails.

Precisely thirty-four minutes later the rest of Bangtan comes bursting through my office door.

“Where are they?!” Namjoon booms, gun in hand.

“They are right there,” I say, pointing to the two boys who haven’t moved from their sitting positions.

I see Bangtan freeze, if only for a split second. I know that they’re shocked I didn’t harm them/tie them up somehow.

“Did you do anything to them? Because if you did, I swear to god Stiletto I’ll-“

“Calm down Hoseok, can’t you see they’re unharmed?” I state boredly, gesturing to the maknaes.

“It’s true Hobi,” Jin says, rushing over to inspect his babies. 

“Aw, such a happy reunion,” I say, then sharpen my tone. “Looks, you idiots need to learn that no means no. I don’t want your business deal, so stop trying. It’s not working.”

“You sure, Stiletto?” Jimin asks me, a calculating grin on his face, “Because it seems to me that you care a lot about our babies, not even harming them. What does that show?”

I roll my eyes. “Jimin, quit it. Your tactics don’t work on me.” 

“Ooh, feisty. I like you, Stiletto,” Jimin says, sidling up to me and putting his arm around my shoulder.

Quick as a wink I take his arm off my shoulder and twist him so we’re now face-to-face. 

“Isn’t it obvious? I like you too Jimin,” I say, staring deep into his eyes. Oh how I love toying with them.

He falters for a millisecond then regains his composure and licks his lips.

“Great, so let’s make a deal-“

“You silly boy,” I push him away much to his dismay, “I already told you, no means no. Now, get out of here before I shoot you all.” I’ve had my fun and it’s time for them to go.

“Look, Stiletto, we don’t mean to cause issues with-“

“Trailing me? Putting cameras up in my own home and office? Attempting to hack my technology? Sending your babies to spy on me? It seems that you have caused issues. While I like to mess with you, I’m done playing.” I’m dead serious as I look them each in the eye.

“Get out of my sight and don’t bother trying to contact me again. I’m done with Bangtan. Oh, and keep in mind that I know more than you think,” I warn.

“Like what?” Namjoon scoffs, not believing me.

“I know that you and the rest of the boys have feelings for each other,” I say casually, noticing their looks of shock, “What, you don’t think I noticed? It’s pretty obvious to me and honestly you’re all perfect for each other anyway.” 

“But…no one knows that…” Jin stammers, showing the first sign of weakness since their arrival.

“Look, I’m not a snitch when it comes to that topic, so I won’t tell anyone, but you best believe I know so much more,” I say, watching them all breathe a small sigh of relief.

“Okay, point made Stiletto. We’ll leave you alone.” Namjoon caves, nodding to the rest of the boys.

“Great, now get out.” I point to the door and they all file out.

Ever since my spy in Bangtan told me that they were planning on meeting with me, I planned on the outcome. 

I knew their deals were usually good at hiding the holes, so I took the liberty of finding out what deal they were going to offer to me. It wasn’t bad from the outside but I knew that in the end it would benefit them more than me. 

I knew they wouldn’t accept my ‘no’ so I planned on them following me. Taehyung and Jungkook coming wasn’t a surprise in the least and I knew that revealing their biggest secret would make them leave me alone. 

I now hold power over the ‘mafia kings.’ 

That makes me be able to control all the groups in my area. 

Perfect. 

Now I can grow my empire and slowly but surely take over and show everyone who their mafia ruler really is.

The mafia queen, Y/n.

a/n: sorry for kinda rushing through this. it’s not perfect but i just love the scenario! anyways, as always, thanks for reading! 🩷🫶🏼

[microcosmicheart]

If not here, then where?

Where can you find your solace?

Pick a picture. From the left, 1, 2 or 3.

Pile 1

From the minute I started pulling the cards, I could feel your excitement towards beginning this journey. I envision you cheesing at the front of the ship, mist hitting your face and really just so full of joy. The colors in the picture are so beautiful and the whole idea of travel is just an explosive feeling.

So where is it?

A place where people gather to find peace. A place that embraces all. A place where you feel like you're allowed to move and grow. A place where everything doesn't ‘make sense’ and that's okay!

This is a place where you'll no longer feel ‘othered’.

For some, where you aren’t drowning from your current competitive environment. 

I also want to mention that your cards came out fast, so you know exactly where you need to go. 

Did it resonate? Let me know <3

Pile 2

You might like to do things in a methodical order, or be very neat cuz every card that came out I needed to straighten.  

Lowkey this group is quite used to being in the trenches like you're so numb to how truly ass your environment is. Like you know you hate it but damn…

Don't shit phase you anymore fr

But, this group knows how to work tf outta their current environment. They wait for the perfect moment to do something so it works out  and that's exactly how you're get to where you're going.

The location? It will be a place where things end, and quite beautifully. A place where your power will truly shine. 

“Right now they survive, soon they will thrive.”

You'll no longer feel alone. I get the feeling that right now you're surrounded by ass people, but here you'll truly meet those you'll genuinely connect with. AMEN!

A place where you'll be able to process and work through your trauma. You WILL see how terrible your current location is fr.

“Using your powers for good.”

“Turning your pain into passion.”

“Dominance over grief.”

“You're a good person!”

Also, the whale.

It represents how your current environment or surrounding people may be hot on your trail, but they will not follow you. You both are headed to different places. A whale won’t go where it can’t survive.

It also represents your guides, whether you’re aware of them or not. It's like a good omen or them letting you know they're here. This would also explain the amount of side messages and overall information I got for this pile lol.

Did it resonate? Let me know <3

Pile 3

The cards came out real easy. I think this ordeal is fated? Like you may find this all unfolds quite cleanly.

As soon as you begin, you’ll start to feel the positive effects of this on the journey.

“The sky opens up.”

“A beautiful journey for a beautiful story.”

You're headed to a place where things are to be discovered. I'm lowkey getting that this pile may be naïve/ignorant (affectionate <3) when it comes to the world so you'll learn a lot here (could be college or school of some sort).

Rage is allowed! It’s encouraged actually. Let that shit out!

Noise encouraged! They want you to embrace your joy! Embrace ALL of your emotions. Be emotionally available.

I think you'll feel free. Like you don't have to look over your shoulder to look out for THAT person in your current environment.

Did it resonate? Let me know <3

[glystenangel]

your jjk 7 mins in heaven was amazing!!! if you ever have time could you please do an aot one that includes Jean Reiner Erwin and Levi?? Thank you so much!!!

7 minutes in heaven with the AOT boys

jean kirstein, reiner braun, erwin smith, levi ackerman, & bonus!eren jaegar x fem!reader

tags/warnings: 18+ MDNI, a bit spicier than the other one i wrote for the jjk boys lol, smoochin, inferred hookups, everyone's in college woohoo, mention of alcohol, confessions of crushes

summary: you play 7 minutes in heaven at a college party and end up in the closet with your aot crush, shenanigans ensue

thank you for requesting and enjoy!<333

Jean------------------------------------------------------------------------

“Shut up, you idiots!”

Jean is irritably yelling past the wood grain of the closet door just as it shuts.

You can hear his friends cracking up, and you can’t help but be concerned by that.

“Everything okay?”

The darkness only gives you a vague impression of his face, but enough for you to tell that he’s raking a hand through the tawny hair close to his neck. His slim jaw is briefly illuminated by a crack in the door, and the distant twinkle of party string lights cascade over his stubble. 

You always found him cute, so it’s a bit endearing watching him flounder for a moment.

“Yeah, sorry. My friends are just being assholes. They probably think this is hilarious.” He finally says.

You grimace at the unexpected answer, “Oh.”

Jean immediately picks up on your tone, hazel eyes flashing with epiphany, “It’s not because of you! Well, kind of.”

He seems to think for a moment, and you uncomfortably wonder if you should just tell him to be quiet for the rest of the time.

“I’ve had the dumbest crush on you since we had that class together a couple years back. The guys are just giving me a hard time about it, so please don’t think they’re talkin’ shit or anything.”

He stuffs his hands into his pockets, quickly averting his gaze from you and onto the floor while you absorb the confession.

You can feel the corners of your mouth automatically spread into a smile from his words, “I have a crush on you too.”

Jean blinks, “Really?”

You step forward, closing the already narrow space between you both.

“Really.”

A wave of confidence hits you as you place your hands on his chest and sense his faltered breathing from your proximity. His eyes are trained on your lips, and you can see his own parting in anticipation.

“Let’s give your friends something to really talk about.” You whisper, tilting your head and staring up at him with a dare in your eyes.

Jean places his hands on your waist before trailing his hands all the way up your figure and then back down to your hips. His gaze follows the journey up and down your body, the motions instantly bringing shivers to your skin. The former confidence you held is immediately replaced with your heartbeat in your ears, which only intensifies when he pulls you in for a kiss.

Kissing Jean is electric, and he meets your every touch with a desire so palpable it makes your cheeks flush with warmth. He mumbles sweet nothings about how pretty and nice you are, effectively melting any doubts you had about him earlier.

As your kisses deepen, you are suddenly jolted apart by a timer going off and Jean’s friends goading you two to come out.

“Time’s up, lover boy! Get out here, you dog!”

Jean groans, “Ignore them, please.”

You offer him a good natured laugh, “It’s okay, good to know I have their approval already.”

He looks at you with a fond shine in his gaze, “This is bad. I really like you now.” 

You observe him as he starts fixing your mussed hair, trying to memorize the lines on his hands and the veins criss-crossing over his knuckles, “You know what would be really bad?”

“What?” 

You bite the swell of your bottom lip, “If we went home together, right now.”

“Fuck.” Jean grins, grabbing your hand and intertwining your fingers together as knocks flood the door, “That’d be the worst.”

“Right?”

You roll your eyes, but the beam remains on your face.

“Come on,” He kisses the back of your hand and twists open the doorknob, “Let’s go.”

Reiner-----------------------------------------------------------------------

“So, who dragged you here?”

Reiner crosses his arms with a grin, regarding you as you adjust to the darkness.

“Mikasa.” You sarcastically sigh, “You?”

“Bertholdt.”

“I’m surprised, he seems so shy.” You purse your lips and tap them in thought.

The stocky blond across from you shakes his head, “That’s why he brought me. I’m his emotional support buddy, but honestly parties aren’t really my thing. I always feel kinda lame when I go.”

The arch of your eyebrows hitch up your forehead, “What? I thought you were Mr. Popular. Everyone thinks you’re cool.”

Reiner was the captain of your college football team and a part-time tutor, he was basically a campus legend. He always had an attractive intensity about him, with thickset arms and steely expressions, but a kindness that everyone applauded. In short, you only ever heard good things about him.

“Me? Shit, that’s what everyone says about you!” Reiner exclaims, pointing at you with an incredulous scoff.

You shrug, a shy beam brightening your features, “Guess we’re just two cool people looking at each other.”

“I guess so.” Reiner repeats, mimicking your shrug as well.

A quiet moment passes and you keep your eyes on each other, the ambient noise of music and chatter seeping into the closet.

You catch the tail end of one of your favorite songs before Reiner starts talking again.

“You know I actually…I wouldn’t mind coming to more parties if it meant you would be there.”

The unprompted confession has your eyes widening, “What? No way.”

“Seriously.” Reiner fiddles with his belt loops, “Um, I’ve always thought you were pretty and easy to talk to the few times we’ve run into each other. So.”

At the compliment, you tilt your head and squint, “Are you trying to flirt with me?”

“Maybe, is it working?” He questions, nerves tinging his smile.

A pensive hum leaves you, and then you return his smile, “It’s working.”

“Yeah?” Reiner seems relieved, and the visibility of it across his face is so endearing your heart squeezes.

You intake a breath, clasping your hands behind your back to steady yourself, “Call me pretty a few more times and I’ll let you know.” 

Reiner considers your words carefully, and then he’s following your instructions to the letter.

“You’re pretty.” Reiner steps closer, voice low and enticing, “So pretty that I can barely think.”

He skirts his palm past your cheek, down your neck, and then along your curves to reach back and grab you by the waist, inducing heat down your figure.

“All I can think about is how much I want to kiss you.” He pulls you closer, and you automatically wrap your arms around his broad shoulders.

Reiner searches your visage with wary hazel eyes, and you hug behind his neck a little more tightly, “So kiss me.”

The press of his lips on yours is tender at first, but as you comb your hands through his short, pale blond locks, the kiss grows more hungry. You open your mouth with a subdued whine, and Reiner holds you more securely as you swipe your tongue against his own. His lips are softer than you thought they would be, and you want to kiss them until you’re dizzy,

Reiner starts trailing kisses underneath your jawline, and it has your knees weaken underneath you.

“What are you thinking about now?” You pant, bending your chin down in a desperate attempt to watch him bite a spot at the base of your neck.

“Taking your pretty ass home.” He mumbles, sweeping his eyes back up to your own and giving the fresh hickey a pointed lick.

You giggle and stroke a hand against his cheek, “Bertholdt probably won’t be happy you’re leaving him alone. I’ll apologize to him tomorrow.” 

Reiner chuckles and plants a kiss on the corner of your mouth, “And I’ll apologize to Mikasa.”

Just when you’re about to envelop yourself in each other’s embrace again, grating knocks coupled with the ringing of a timer force you both to pause.

As the noise dies down, Reiner pinches your cheek and offers you his hand with a stifled laugh, “That’s our cue. Let’s get the out of here.”

Erwin-----------------------------------------------------------------------

“Looks like we’re alone now.” 

Your head instantly snaps towards the tall, blond man in front of you, and he smiles down at you.

His smile is perfectly warm, but his pale blue eyes have a cold intensity that has you shyly looking away.

Erwin’s mere presence in a room was enough to make you nervous, so being in such an enclosed space with him was making your mind run in uneasy circles. You were more used to him collecting papers or leading study sessions, further away from you or at least separated by his teacher’s assistant desk.

“Yeah, looks like it.” You parrot, unsure of what to say.

You feel stupid.

Luckily, Erwin finds your obvious anxiety amusing.

“Hey,” He chuckles, “It’s alright. I don’t bite unless you want me to.”

The insinuation immediately causes your face to burn, and you lightly push his chest in embarrassment as the image clouds your mind.

“Don’t make fun of me!” You warn, staring up at him defiantly and hoping you’re hiding the shakiness in your voice.

“Why not?” He leans forward, the smile never leaving that smug face of his, “It’s fun.”

“Because-” You search your thoughts, and then blurt out, “You shouldn’t tease people who like you!”

The air stills, and you wish you hadn’t said something so childish.

Erwin interrupts that thought, “What should I do then?”

When you don’t answer, too stupefied to even stammer out a reply, he reaches out and wraps an arm around your waist.

You can feel the large diameter of his palm cradling your lower back, subtle shivers erupting from the touch. Then, he cups your cheek with his other hand.

“Should I kiss them then? Should I kiss you?” He uses his thumb to stroke circles into your back, and you can only stare at his mouth as it inches closer.

“Erwin-” Your hands flatten against his chest, and your heart is beating so much you’re afraid it will burst.

“Answer me.” His nose touches yours, and he pauses to sweep his line of sight back up to your eyes.

You breathe in slowly, sensing his own soft breaths skating over your cupid’s bow.

“If you like me too, then yes…please.” The words leave your mouth in a small whisper, and you can see the smile reach Erwin’s eyes this time before he brings your lips together.

His hands are strong and sure as they explore your body, and you squeeze your eyes shut as the kiss deepens.

It feels incredible, and you let out a soft moan when he actually bites the flesh of your bottom lip before soothing the sting of it with his tongue.

He hums into your mouth, and you can sense the heat along your cheeks as you more eagerly return his efforts.

However, the kiss induced daze that settles over your mind isn’t thick enough to drown out the jiggle of the door knob or the aggressive dinging of the timer.”

“Fuck.” Erwin mumbles, and you whine when he pulls away.

“Aw, I’m sorry.” He pecks a few quick kisses to your lips, “But we have to go now.”

You look up at him pleadingly, “Where are we going?”

Erwin visually melts at your newfound neediness, “You are too cute.”

The compliment has your heart soaring, and you smile at him as he takes his keys out of his pocket.

“We can go to my place.” He plants a kiss on your forehead and keeps a hand around your waist, “I’ll drive.”

Levi-------------------------------------------------------------------------

“Out of all the people here, it’s good I ended up with you. Now I can relax.” 

Levi sits on the floor, and you join him with a reluctant huff.

“Don’t sound so excited.”

“Apologies, I’ll try not to shout.” He sends a wry smirk your way, patting dust off of his pants as he settles himself.

“I appreciate that, thank you.”

Levi snickers at your sarcasm, “You’re an idiot.”

Silence settles over the two of you, and something about it makes you want to do some courageous and stupid act to fill the time.

You look over at Levi, a fellow grad student with a grumpy disposition and an infamously intelligent mind. For someone with such a cold air, he was surprisingly warm the more you got to know him, and the pretty, sharp features of his face failed to help keep up the initial intimidation you regarded him with. Even now, you can almost feel the long hidden affection you have for him spilling out in the way you trace over the point of his nose and the perceptive gleam of his eyes. His side profile stands out even in the drab colors of the closet’s interior. It’s actually remarkable.

“Hey Levi?” The soft call has him glaring at you.

“What is it?”

A deep breath, and then the words rush out.

“You know I like you right?”

He stiffens, shoulders hiking up slightly and remaining trained towards the door, “I didn’t.”

“Oh, well now you know.” You nest your hands in your lap and look around at the dusty contents of the closet, waiting for the man next to you to come up with a more detailed response.

More silence ensues, and just when you think nothing more will come from your sudden confession, Levi clears his throat.

“I like you too.”

The reciprocation has you in an instant, and you whip your head back to him, ��You do?!”

The shocked yell has Levi irritably covering your mouth, “Be quiet!” 

You lightly push his hand away, but drop your voice to a hushed murmur, “I can’t! I never thought that this would happen.”

Levi seems offended by the sentiment, “You’re wonderful, of course I would like you. It would be hard not to, you’re…undeniably beautiful and sweet. I enjoy our time together a lot.”

The casual manner in which he compliments you has a grin spreading across your face, “I think you’re wonderful too, Levi. And very handsome! Especially when you concentrate really hard on something. Oh, and you’re really nice even when you don’t want to be. I like how you explain things too.”

“Alright, that’s enough.” He scowls, but you can tell from his tone it’s because he is getting embarrassed.

The smile never leaves your face, “Can I get a kiss then?”

“Now?” He raises a thin brow, a look of disgust displaying on his pale features.

“It’s fine if you don’t want to. I won’t be mad.” You promise, the reassurance nonchalant and genuine.

Levi rolls his eyes, but holds out a sturdy hand towards you, “...Come here.”

He delicately rests your chin on his loose fist, and then leans in close. He has longer eyelashes than you realized, and the silvery gray of his eyes are framed perfectly by them. When he’s only millimeters away, he closes his eyes and you immediately flutter your own shut. It’s just in time to feel his lips on yours, and your chest swells at the sensation. He tastes minty and fresh, just as you expected, but he’s more passionate than you anticipated. Levi cradles your chin with the utmost care, and the attentive tilts of his head sync to your every wish.

Once you have to catch your breath, Levi keeps his hand on your face, observing your wavering pants with calm interest, “There. Are you happy now?”

“I am.” You happily sigh, sure that you’re staring at him with visibly starstruck eyes as you wrap your hands around his strong wrist, “Can I have one more please?”

Levi scoffs, but tenderly combs his fingers through your hair, “So stupid. How’d you get so dumb?”

“Hey! I’m not-”

He kisses you again, more and more persuasively until you no longer have any will to protest. His lips are gentle and languid in their addictive movement against yours, and you realize how much he savors each kiss with you.

“You are.” He softly taps the end of your nose, “You’re dumb. That’s why I have to take care of you.”

Before you can defend yourself once more, the timer goes off and Levi furrows his brows at the intrusion.

“Why don’t we get out of here?” He murmurs, “Let’s see how dumb you can get.”

bonus! + Eren--------------------------------------------------------------

“Shit. Fuck.”

Eren smacks his fist against the door as it closes, his back turned to you.

“You okay there?” You hesitantly tap his shoulder, where even in the obscured lighting of the closet, you can see the tapered, muscular shape of his back.

“Yeah, I just-” He spins around, nearly bumping into you, “You’re gorgeous and I’m so wasted. I have no game right now.”

Eren looks genuinely distraught, sea green eyes punctuated with remorse and his thickly defined brows knitted above the slant of his nose.

You giggle at his unfiltered anguish, “It’s okay. I’m a few shots deep and you’re very cute. You don’t need any game.”

Honestly, this has been a long time coming. Eren and you had been stealing glances at each other in class for the better part of the semester. You were elated to just have the chance to talk to him alone, even if you were actually so nervous you could feel your heart beating in your chest.

“I want to-” He looks down at you, fumbling his hands through locks of chestnut brown hair and tugging at the hems of his shirt as if he was overheating, “God, you’re gorgeous. I’m losing it.”

“Eren, stop!” You try to shush him with laughter lacing your words, but he only seems to get more riled up.

“I’m serious! I’ve seen you around, but I was too chickenshit to ask you out. Now look.” 

To his credit, he half whispers the last portion of his rant, but you can still sense his distress.

“Aw, do you just want us to not do anything then? We can just talk.” You pat his shoulder to comfort him.

Eren thinks for a moment, sheepishly covering your hand with his own, “I still want to…If that’s okay with you.”

“It’s okay with me.” You shyly admit, feeling the hum of alcohol and the smitten way Eren is staring at you intoxicate your thoughts.

“It’s okay?” He slides his hand behind the nape of your neck, and the warmth of it has you curving towards him.

Eren is careful with how he handles you, rubbing his thumb up and down the column of skin.

You bite your lip and stare down at his own, “Mhmm.”

He seems just as transfixed as you are, half lidded gaze drawn to where he soon provides you with a sweet kiss. Flutters erupt in your chest, and Eren lets out a groan when you roam your hands along his torso. He tugs you closer, moving his hands to your cheeks and kissing you as if he’s utterly starved for you on his lips and tongue.

“You’re fucking adorable.” He kisses the corner of your mouth, mumbling against the skin with gratitude, “I’ll make it up to you tomorrow. Cook you a nice breakfast. Romantic.”

You cross your arms behind his neck, staring into his eyes with a lovestruck smile, “I wouldn’t expect anything less.”

________________

And then they take you home so you can continue being in heaven together :)

________________

End Notes:

couldn't resist adding eren bc i love him hehe but it was so fun writing this with all the aot boys!! i haven't written for aot in a while so this was refreshing and made me nostalgic :') appreciate you liking the jjk version v much and thank you for requesting this one, i hope you like!💞💞

[forabeatofadrum]

Just Some Guy (6/9)

Notes: Chapter 6 of 9? Brah, 69? NICE lol - J.J.

AO3

–

Year 6

MATT

From 6th year on, Watford students can have student jobs. They aren’t a lot of work and you get paid minimum wage, but it’s something to do to pass the time. This is definitely needed now that the Mage banned mobile phones for some reason. He claims it’s for our protection.

Rumour has it that it has something to do with Simon Snow, as usual.

Goddamnit, Simon Snow.

Although John wonders if it’s a political move. The Mage uses it to prevent the Old Families from contacting their kids. Look, I don’t care for the Old Families either. I don’t even care for politics, but making it harder for parents to reach their kids is a dick move.

This whole civil war shit is getting eerily close. Man, I really wish I was living in uninteresting times.

Anyway I get a job in miss Possibelf’s office, which consists of cleaning and ordering. John decides to work out on the grounds. Leslie and Luis decide to work as kit managers for the football team. Ryan cares for the plants. Arnold helps in the kitchens. Scott also gets an office job, but at the Minotaur’s office. Sam is from a rich family (not an Old one, mind you!) and doesn’t see the need to work.

(I mean, my mum’s family also has money, but she still thinks I should have a job.)

“Do you know if Simon Snow got a job?” Arnold wonders one day. He’s staring at something and when I follow his gaze, I see the usual trio: Simon Snow, Penelope Bunce, and to my dismay, Agatha Wellbelove. (Yes, I am still not over Agatha.)

“Dunno, don’t care,” Sam says.

“He’s too busy trailing some bunnies, or something,” Luis says.

“Hares,” John corrects him, “The Six White Hares.”

“John, how do you always know so much about the Chosen One’s whereabouts?” Leslie asks and I have to admit, I have questioned the same thing several times.

John just shrugs.

“I know everything,” he says, cryptic as usual. We know John, so we’re not too bothered by it and Leslie lets it slide.

“So, does he have a job?” I ask.

John shakes his head.

“Makes sense,” Arnold says, “He’s so caught up in the Chosen One shit, I bet he and his friends don’t even know that Watford has jobs!”

“Must be nice not to have a job,” Ryan sighs, “Or not to be bored these days.”

“Simon Snow is always up and running,” Scott nods as well.

Just when Scott says that, I hear a small explosion coming from the Wavering Woods and on a cue, Simon Snow and Penelope Bunce run towards it. Agatha Wellbelove watches them leave. So do we. This is a normal occurrence. Even the smoke coming from the Woods doesn’t faze me anymore. I do feel back for John, who now also manages the Woods for his side job.

Can Simon Snow please let anything outside of Watford explode for once?

--

Leslie asks if I want to go to a football game with her.

Sure, why not?

Ever since Leslie and Luis have joined the team as kit managers, (“That’s what the ‘man’ in kit man stands for,” Leslie had explained, “Although I still like to say I am a kit woman.”) they’ve gotten more interested in football.

John and I show up at the game.

Leslie frowns when she sees us.

“What’s up?” I ask.

Leslie casts a quick glance at John, but then says it’s nothing. She walks us to the stands and gives us a basic explanation of football, since we’re woefully unfamiliar with the sport.

“It’s not hockey,” John laments.

“… Right,” Leslie says and continues her explanation.

Once we’re seated, she bids us farewell and goes down to the field with another word. I wonder what is up with her.

The team is already on, including Luis, who waves from below. After a few minutes, the game starts. The Watford football team is split into two and both sides are playing against each other. Baz Pitch is on the team, which I never knew, but I also don’t keep track of his whereabouts.

Unlike Simon Snow.

Since last year, everyone’s noticed that he’s been trailing Baz Pitch and today is no exception. I didn’t even notice him at first, but after ten minutes into the match I can feel his magic leaking over the stands in waves. It’s fucking annoying, honestly. It distracts me from the game.

I gloat at him, but he doesn’t seem the notice the visible discomfort of everyone. He had his head resting on his hands. He’s leaning forward and he’s staring intensely at Baz Pitch. Penelope Bunce, his trusty sidekick, is sat next to him, but she’s reading a book.

I am so annoyed by him, that I keep looking and therefore completely miss the first goal.

Fucking hell, Simon Snow.

--

My year goes on as usual. I go home for Christmas and when I go back to school, two things are discussed. First off, the Mage apparently got kidnapped over Christmas, and he had to be saved by Simon Snow.

That’s cool or whatever, but the second thing is more prominent. When you’re in 6th year, Watford also starts preparing you for your future.

We all need to attend a mandatory class in our first week after the vacation. Miss Bellamy is talking about all our options in the World of Mages. Most of us will attend Normal uni, if we even attend uni in the first place, but we can then use that knowledge for our world.

Honestly, I hadn’t given my future a lot of thought. I am just a 16 year old guy. What do I know? Adulthood seems scary, if I may say so.

“It’s fine,” John reassures me during our break.

“How would you know?” Scott bemoans.

“I’ve been an adult before,” John says cryptically, “Even went to college.”

All of us share a look before we collectively decide to let it go.

John’s words weren’t as reassuring as he’d hoped, because when we return to class, we’re reminded of the reality that in one or two years or so, we’ll be gone.

Miss Bellamy has decided to make this an interactive class, which is every student’s worse nightmare. She’s started singling people out to ask them a question. I try to keep my head low.

“You,” Miss Bellamy points in my direction, but then I realise she’s pointing towards the person behind me, “Mr. Snow, what are your plans for the future?”

Everyone turns around to face Simon Snow. This is another reason why interactive lessons suck. The focus is on one poor person, and it happens to be the Chosen One.

Simon Snow shrugs.

“Dunno,” he says. He’s as eloquent as ever.

“Mr. Snow, I know it might seem like you still have time, and yes, you do, but 16 is the perfect age to start thinking about your options,” Miss Bellamy says cheerfully, as if that would magickally motivate anyone to start thinking about their future.

“No, Miss, it’s just…” Simon looks around and sees everyone staring.

“Yes?” Miss Bellamy beckons him to go on.

Simon shrugs. I think he shrugs a lot.

“Use your words, Snow,” Baz Pitch sneers from behind us and some kids snicker. I roll my eyes. Of course that Pitch brat sees this as a moment to mess with him.

Miss Bellamy also tells him to be quiet.

Simon shrugs again. Is he addicted to shrugging, or something? What a weirdo.

“It’s just that I don’t expect to live past 18, that’s all,” he says casually, as if he didn’t just drop a fucking verbal bomb on us, “Don’t see the point of thinking. About my future. Or just, thinking.”

He shrugs yet again and I am not even bothered by it, because I am too shocked by what he just said.

The silence continues. Penelope Bunce looks upset and she opens her mouth as if she wants to say something, but then stops herself. Agatha Wellbelove has an empty look in her eyes as she stares out of the window. Even Baz Pitch isn’t cheering about the Chosen One’s inevitable demise, or something. The only one who doesn’t seem bothered is Simon himself.

This must be an everyday occurrence for him. The worst part is that he might be right.

Miss Bellamy awkwardly interrupts the even more awkward silence by asking Niall Kelly what he wants to do next.

--

The future.

It is a thing.

And unlike Simon Snow, I do expect to live.

Oh Merlin.

It hangs over me during the remainer of the year.

And then the academic year ends. I am hugging my friends goodbye. We’re all hanging out in the summer, but the realisation that another year at Watford is over, hits me. Two more years left, since I am planning on doing the optional 8th year. But what will I do next? I am just some guy, I don’t have a destiny. I don’t even have a girlfriend! That’s another Watford milestone. My parents met here.

Which… in hindsight doesn’t mean anything, but still. Even Simon Snow has a girlfriend and he spends more time saving the world than being with her. Not only that, but rumour has it that Agatha Wellbelove has been kidnapped several times since she started dating him. Yikes.

If I were her boyfriend, she’d never be on the bottom of a well.

Although, I must admit, ever since Agatha became unavailable, I’ve gotten less interested in her. It sounds bad, I know, but why dream for the unattainable. The other day, during Magickal History, I was paired up with her for a debate assignment, and it went alright. I wasn’t a mess.

Damn, does that mean I am not into her anymore?

“Shit, I need to reassess my plans,” I say out loud, like an idiot.

“What plans?” Leslie asks.

I try to bullshit my way out of it. I already knows how it will sound. But I give up, since Leslie’s icy stare is killing.

“My future with Agatha,” I confess.

“I swear to Merlin,” Leslie sighs and walks off.

I frown. I expected a longer rant from her.

But maybe I should count my blessings.

“Plenty of fishes in the sea, Matty,” John slings his arm around me. He then slightly turns me towards Leslie’s direction.

I look at Leslie, who has her back turned to me and she’s talking to Sam.

“What are you implying, John?” I ask.

“Have you ever wondered why Leslie is so bothered by your crush on Agatha?”

“Because I tend to use language that presents Agatha as an object I want to possess or a prize I deserve?” I say automatically. Those were her exact words once and they’re fried into my brain.

“That as well,” John says.

“Huh?” I look at John for an explanation, but he smiles. He lets go of me, but does give me a pat on the back.

“Happy summer, Matty Chris D.,” he says before saying goodbye to Arnold.

[tilvcei]

hi angel. i absolutely love your writing and i was wondering if you could write something fitting this trope with ethan landry and black!fem reader. maybe them getting in a fight bc ethan is drunk and her just being tired of the shit bc he does this every time. i think you have the skill to write this with the emotional depth it needs based on what i’ve seen. love you ! x

feel free to ignore this if you’re not accepting requests! i couldn’t find an faq or anything before i sent this so i’m sorry just in case <3

► 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐓

⭢ In which: you haven’t been on the best path and try to hold everything in at once, but one person you care deeply for starts to notice. so, you just let the tears fall.

☆ | warning(s): angst, language, abusive household, alcohol,

☆ | note: request are open, actually! also thank you for the request because my inbox is empty 😭 also yes i made this very sad and I’m being truthful I cried myself while writing this, let me know if you want me to change it! thanks for requesting sweetheart <3 I can also relate to this one, I put some things that have happened to me in this writing— but other than that lemme stop rambling, enjoy :) [im not in college lol, that’s just an insert so the story makes sense] THIS IS SHORT, IM SORRY

☆ | gender: she/her (black!reader)

tagging 🏷: @ncllcraines

Today was rather a normal day. no killings or anything- well, not yet at least. you’ve been dealing with a lot. school, home, basically everything all together.

Not just that, you’ve been falling behind on college too. one of the teachers suggested you may need a tutor, which you lied and said you didn’t but they gave you one anyways.

And that tutor was Ethan thankfully. having to take care of your siblings was the only thing on your mind at the time. your mom is barely home cause of work. so being the big sister that you are you decided to step in and help.

you had stayed up overnight, working on everything without taking a break. this was a real struggle, your mom and step-dad were alcoholics at once, but then stopped when they realized what damages were happening since your step-dad had a mini stroke.

But other than that everything has been good, but for you? therapy was suggested from your mom.

on some days you were happy, some days sad. randomly out of nowhere you started feeling depressed.

Sleeping habits started changing, you started going asleep around 1:00/3:00 at night and when you’d wake up you’d still feel tired.

Working late shifts, just all of that was bothering you. and you were behind on exams, right now ethan was in your dorm, helping you with your work.

"So, do you know how many bones were fractured? it shows it on…let’s see, page 27. if we go back, we can find the answer on page 20." Ethan said, you sat there sulking.

You really didn’t understand the point of this, "do we have to do this? I understand this is important for my future but-" you were cut off by ethan.

"(Y/n). if you don’t want to finish this oh well, I’m going to help you. you’re going to be successful." Ethan said, you groaned in annoyance and looked back down at the sheet.

A sigh came from his lips, the only thing he wanted was the best for you. he could see how much you were struggling, he could see what you were trying to do.

"Are you sure everything is okay? you’ve been distant lately." Ethan said, when he asked that question you stiffened.

Why was he bringing that up now? nothing was wrong you were just extremely frustrated at the moment.

"I-I’m sorry. did I say something wrong?" asked ethan, you rubbed a tired hand over your face. the stress was evident on your face.

"I think I’m at my breaking point. you know how you just get tired of having to hold everything down all at once? if I’m being honest: I can’t- I…" you trailed off, as much as you were trying to hold your composure.

Then the tears started to fall, ethan wasn’t really shocked though, he knew what you were going through but waited for you to open up about it.

"You’re crying." Ethan said with a frown, he was startled when you wrapped him in a hug, "I’m just tired, ethan. of everything." you told him while sobbing.

"I know, I know. but it’s okay sweetheart, we could just put this to the side and lay down for a bit? if you want." Ethan suggested.

"Actually, that’s a great idea. I need a break anyways." You agreed, Ethan nodded and placed some of the books and sheets on the table.

Arms found themselves wrapping around your waist, maybe this was what you needed, some type of comfort. after all you’ve been dealing with a lot lately.

"Thank you, ethan. for being here." you said, he didn’t reply and instead placed a kiss on your cheek, "Anytime, love."

He was your safe place.

Im so sorry this was short, it was horrible also ik 😭 and this also felt rushed. I might fix some things up here, also if anyone would like to send request go ahead!! my inbox is open :D

[dreamingdarklyblog]

So what to write?

So I'm trying to think of what to write for my writing partner. He got called away before he could get off, and that's just no fun. Though I did get him to fuck my big soft tits and cum allll over them... Mmm...

If you're confused by how those two thoughts make sense it's because the tit fucking happened all in my head =/. I mean, that should probably be obvious since I don't have big soft tits, lol

It's also kind of a let down, cause... Well I guess it depends on how it's implemented somehow, but the way he does these things I don't have a lot of control over what happens. I mean I can more and do whatever, but because everything else is happening in my head, it can be hard to interact with it in like, unscripted ways?

Basically I really wanted to blow him and have him cum down my throat but I couldn't even get a taste, tried licking it off my tits but I guess my brain just couldn't make it happen. *sighs*

I'm not sure what the difference is, as I'm not generally awake for that part, but I've done uh... similar things before, and it worked okay. So there's something different I'm not seeing. *shrugs*

Aaaanyway. I'm trying to think what I should write about, and I figured actually I sorta did write about one thing earlier today when I was trying to make him cum.

So he asked me to like, make up stories about images and gifs for him to jerk off to? Which is pretty hot ;). I mean, I'd rather blow him, of course, but if the things in my head are getting him off, that's great too.

So anyway... I'm doing that, making up stories, and then I hit one and I started making one up and I realized, wait a second, I don't have to. Cause I've basically done this one before. So the gif is this lady sucking a guys cock by some trees, and I start telling him a story about how she's out for a walk with her boyfriend, and he whispers in her ear and she just HAD to suck his cock...

So yeah that totally happened to me when I was younger. The same guy as the classroom story I told you earlier. Really all these stories of me going along with really stupid shit were all that guy. We were young and stupid. I was reeeally far gone into how hot the hypnosis kink was, and making some REALLY poor choices, lol. And was letting him get away with stuff I really shouldn't have. Way worse than this. But yeah.

One of those things was a blowjob trigger. I know right? So creative... Did I mention we were young and stupid? I don't know if I always would have had a thing for giving blowjobs, or if it just started because of him abusing the fuck out of it, but yeah, I've had a thing for sucking cock ever since. But like I said, he was my first for a lot of things (including that) so maybe it's like, hypnotic conditioning, or maybe it's just the totally standard "formative sexual experiences establish very strong neural connections" thing. But like 95% of the physical stuff we did was what you'd call 3rd base. Oral, manual, etc.

So it was a pretty established trigger. I knew it existed, but not what it was, still don't really. We were out on a hike to a place not that far from here, a fairly popular hiking spot. There's lots of those around here. There were other people on the trail, we'd passed a few as they came back down, and could occasionally hear other groups in the distance behind us. The hike wasn't that long, about a half hour or so. And when we got to the top of the trail, at the nice scenic overlook, he sorta pulled me in and kissed me. A kiss with intent, I'd call it. I kissed him back, but pushed him back a bit. I didn't really want to make out in a public place. I was pretty embarrassed by the thought of getting caught (and we'd already been caught in the parking garage at school like the week before).

He smirked. And I had about two seconds to be concerned before he said something, and I wanted his cock.

That's how sudden it was. Always was. I just wanted it. Really badly. I kind of clenched my hands and closed my eyes I think, biting my lip, reminding myself we were in public and I couldn't suck him off. But I heard him say something again and my knees got weak. All I could see were scenes of me sucking his cock. His glorious cock. Rock hard and filling my mouth with cum. I wanted it so, So badly. I opened my eyes so I'd stop seeing those images, those thoughts, and I saw him. All I could see was his crotch. The jeans he was wearing. The zipper. His belt. It was like the rest of him vanished. The forest vanished. The world shrunk.

I was breathing hard. Trying to control the urge, trying to say something about it being a bad idea, but I don't know what words actually came out. And then he said something again and I couldn't think anymore. My knees gave out. My mouth was open and moaning. My hands were fumbling with his belt, waddling towards him on my knees as he back-peddled away from me to the side of the clearing. He was saying something like "Stop, Wait" but I didn't care. I needed it. I needed his cock in my mouth. I needed his cum down my throat. It was all I could think about. I could taste it. I was desperate. Like I was drowning and it was a giant inflatable cock for me to float on while I sucked it dry. Yes, terrible metaphor, what are you gonna do?

He kept trying to pull away but I wouldn't let him. I couldn't. He had the cock and I needed it. He couldn't leave! I yanked his pants down and grabbed his ass so he couldn't back away, but he tripped over his pants and fell on the ground. Bare assed on moss and dirt. I just followed. I was on my hands and knees over him, his legs under me, his cock in my mouth, and that was the only thought I had room for. His cock was in my mouth! I had it! I was sucking his cock! His amazing, perfect cock that I needed more than anything!

I sucked and slurped but, he was barely hard. He was talking but I couldn't really hear him. I assume telling me to wait, or get off, or something like that. But I really didn't care. I had his cock and that was all that mattered. I stroked him with my hand, sucked on the head, frantically trying to make him harder, moaning around it in my mouth. I'm not sure what worked exactly, but clearly something did, because he quickly got hard. Rock hard. I bobbed up and down, stroking him faster and faster. I wanted his cum. So badly. I needed it.

He pushed himself up into a sitting position so he could push my hair back (it was longer then) and put his hand to the side of my face. He was still talking, I ignored him and just sped up. He was so close. I could taste it. Literally. I could taste his pre-cum and it tasted So fucking good. I was moaning louder. I could feel myself getting more and more worked up too. Which was a thing that seemed to happen when I sucked his cock. I wonder why? (sarcasm)

I heard voices coming from down the trail. He tapped me on the head, once, then again, then repeatedly. Probably trying to get me to stop, but I didn't care. I couldn't care. He was going to cum. I could taste it. That was all that mattered. I just sucked harder, my neck was straining. I knew somehow if I didn't hurry than he wouldn't cum. That I wouldn't get to taste it. And I couldn't let that happen. I needed it! So I did the only thing I could think of and sped up more. My tongue was circling the head of his cock while my hand pumped up and down frantically. I was moaning, gasping for air around his shaft, when he finally came.

I could finally taste him. Exploding. I could hear him gasping. Feel him twitch and pulse. Every glorious spasm. It filled my mouth. I gulped, swallowing as fast as I could, and I felt that heat spreading through my body. That taste. I could feel the heat burning through me. Feel my body pulsing in time. Feel it building and building as I moaned and gulped and shuddered and Came.

So hard.

I lay gasping and moaning and twitching on the ground. In that little clearing. As he pulled away and pulled up his pants. Zipping and buckling. I caught my breath and pulled myself together. Straightened my clothes and took a big gulp of water. Then blushed furiously as we quickly left, passing another group on their way up, who gave me so strange looks.

Was it because I was blushing? Was it because they had heard what happened? I have no idea.

Anyway. Most of the walk back down was me telling him what a colossal moron he was, and to never do that where we could get caught again... >_<

Sadly he... Wasn't a great listener. *sigh*

[grigori77]

Critical Role, Campaign 3 Episode 71

Yay, back to regular reacting times. Long may it continue ...

Blimey ... I'm with you Laura, that is an ... INTERESTING look for Ashley ... but NOT AS BAD as Sam's ... oh gods, now she's doing a French accent ... which I STILL better than Sam's ...

Ashley: "I'm French! It's my way!"

Wow ... this actually might be the best NordVPN ad for ages ...

Matt: "I think you almost killed Travis ..." Yeah ...

HOMELANDER in Mortal Kombat? Both cool AND disturbing ...

Matt: "Lady I'm married to, next to the horse!" Travis: "Yeah, horse lady!" Matt: "Yeah, this is getting quite disturbing, very Twin Peaks ... as much as I'd love to keep Sam in that outfit ..." Sam: "Oh God, it's so hot!"

YEAH!!! Bye bye, Ratanish, you big butthead!

Okay, so where are we? This IS the Shattered Teeth, right?

Perception check already? Go Liam ... Nat20!!! OF COURSE he does ... monkeys? Look at Ashley, already cute-grinning ... :3

Chetney: "There's an ocean, nearby! Intoxicating! We are truly lucky to be here!" Ashton: "Are you okay?"

Alright, seriously, what IS going on with Chetney? Is he tripping on funny psychotropic moss?

Laudna: "Are you an island boy? Do you operate on island time?" Hmmm ... am I missing an in-joke here?

Cliff! Watch it ...

This is INTENSE landscape ... very broody ...

Jirana the Shore Shrew ... cue loads of playing around with shudhing noises for THAT name ...

Imogen trying to send a Message to Jirana ... Matt: "Roll a D100 for me." Balls ... and 3 points of psychic damage! Ack ... oh, no, just 1 point ... not SO bad ...

Looking for the Great Tree of Atrophy? Hmmm ... but are they on the right tree? Probably not ... but Imogen still wants to go up and see ... so dhr grabs Orym to take with her, and Laudna sends Pate too ...

Liam: "Have I ever actually flown before?" Oh boy ...

I'm sorry, HOW high? Oof ... oh great, just an endless fog bank ... great ... Liam: "So ALL of the Shattered Teeth are obscured?" Crap ...

The shadow is MOVING ... oh that's not good ... yes, dive. DIVE DIVE DIVE!!!

Laura: "What if it's a nice Falkor? It's never a nice Falkor ..." No. No it's not.

Wow ... I love that ... Orym has INSANE good perception and a truly HORRIBLE sense of direction ... XD

Pick s direction ... FCG: "We can't just stand around with our metal dicks in our hands."

"Squishies in the middle!" Yup ...

Little feetsies ... LOL ... Matt: "I just wanted to say that so bad."

Fireflies? Ashton: "Remember the last time we thought some little glowing lights were cute?"

Oh no, Laudna, this is NOT the time for a swarm ... oh well, there she goes anyway ...

Pass Without A Trace! Here we go ... meanwhile Ashley's distracted making sure she doesn't smell like the horse suit ...

Tiny beating wings? Oh great ... not pixies again, please ...

An AMPHIBIOUS pixie? Weird shit ... that can't be good ...

Low growling and thuds from somewhere? Oh hell no ...

Trusting Fearne to know how to move through a place like this IS probably a smart play, actually.

Ashton: "I'm more scared of IT than I sm of you." Fearne: "Well that doesn't sound right." Ashton: "No, you ARE very scary."

Sending Pate out to scout ... Laudna: "And don't HIT ON the faeries."

Wow ... only TWO of this party have Darkvision ... great ...

Now they're looking for spiders? Hmmmm ...

A big fucking footprint ... 7 FEET LONG?!!! Seriously, Matthew?

Grim Psychometry! Okay ...

Oh, so they're on a BLOODY GAME TRAIL right now ... that's just LOVELY ...

And there's bits of broken canopy ... shit ...

Not many places to hide, clearly ... Imogen: "This place is bad!" Ashton: "Yeah, it's bad, everything's bad."

A makeshift camp, then ... and Fearne can make sn extra overgrown think to shelter them too? Okay ... "A little Bob Ross cabin". Nice. Sounds tight, but also quite cosy ...

Liam: "Is the rest of the show gonna be us just decorating?" XD

Night time but for them it still feels like early afternoon ... oof, timezones are EVIL ...

Chetney takes first watch ... so that whooshing sound KEEPS happening? Not a good sign ...

Laudna takes second watch, along with Pate ... "This is as low as I go, you didn't make me to he quiet." Yeah ...

Laura: "Okay, what if the creature IS the Shore Shrew?" Travis: "Okay, go to sleep."

And now they're being CHECKED OUT by the pixies ... wow, and these things are FUCKING UGLY up close ...

Liam: "I can imagine it walking right across your eye." Laura: "Like in Aeon Flux?" Oh yeah! XD

Extra watch? Then they can get a LONG rest ... so it's FCG with Pate helping.

Now there's a whole bloody HORDE of the fucking things surrounding them ... FCG tries to Talk With Animals ...

Laudna sleeps with her eyes open? Of course she does ... O.O

FCG seems to be making friends ... he tries to pickpocket his meat from him ... that didn't go well ... Chetney: "You're not supposed to be bartering with them!" FCG: "GO back to sleep." I can't believe that worked ...

Detect Thoughts? Hmmmm ... meanwhile Pussy II jokes ensue ...

One perches in his hand and HE CASTS TONGUES in it? AND IT WORKS?!!! Holy fuck ...

No name, just "me" ... hmmm ... "the Spray Cannon"? Okay ...

Oh, the "Smelly One" is some kind of creature ... oh, they decorate their bodies to mask their scents ...

Ah ... so the stuff is actually their SHIT ... of course ... they have to cover themselves with pixie shit ...

The island is uninhabited? Oh, there's Toriz? The Protector? Ummmmm ... what?

Big fire? FCG: "Oh, you guys are pyros?" Oh, so they WANT a big fire ... XD Yeah, I reckon they can accommodate that ...

Okay, so waking everybody up yo meet the new friends ...

Orym rolls over and IMMEDIATELY starts doing his morning push-ups ...

This is like now SUPREMELY bizarre ...

I love Me so much, I swear to the gods this thing is ADORABLE ...

Imogen tries to speak in its head ... "I'm in your head." Oh gods ...

Me: "You promised a fire." FCG: "Oh yeah, they like fire."

Imogen: "You're worried they're just gonna push us off a cliff?" Orym: "Oh ... well I WASN'T ..." XD

So they're APPROACHING the whooshing sound? Hmmmm ...

An old, long abandoned campsite? Interesting ... Grim Psychometry again ... oh shit, something NASTY happened here a long time ago ... oh, now that was just quietly TERRIFYING ...

Okay ... so it's time to make ... The Fire ...

Imogen: "Me, could EVERYONE poop on us? Oh, so gross ..." Me: "You want a rain from Me?" Hmmmm ...

Insight check on Me? Ooh, WHISPERS!!! Aaaaaaah ...

Fearne bamfs out Mister ... meanwhile they're discussing if they ACTUALLY want to get genuinely SHAT ON by these things ... it smells like lavender? Oh, so it's THAT MOSS that Chetney was chewing on earlier ... that explains a lot ...

Oh yeah, these guys really do LOVE fire ...

Me (to his friends): "The newcomers require a rain party." Oh. My. GODS ...

They are actually getting PELTED with this ... SHIT. Yeah ... Ashton: "Sometimes I think I should have just let that living room set kill you all."

Building a suitable bonfire ... oh yeah, OF COURSE Chetney knows what wood burns well.

All right, here we go ...

Ah, so this will be Laudna trying her Fire Magic under Fearne's guidance ... wow, nice job, girls! O.O ... oh yeah, they're just making a BIG shos of all this, and the pixies are just LOVING IT ...

Oh, here we go ... something's coming ...

A massive multi-legged komodo dragon that can change colours? Oh boy ... and it has NO EYES, just a FUCKLOAD of teeth ... with a big star on its nose? Like a MOLE?!!!

Stealth check ... Chetney rolls STUPID high ... znd it STILL attacks? Not good ...

Go to break? NOW?!!!

Shit, that's a NAT20?!!! Matt: "Why are you cheering?" 62 POINTS OF PIERCING DAMAGE to Chetney? Holy fuck ... znd it's time to ROLL INITIATIVE!!!

Battlemap! Yay!

Liam: "So Chetney just got COMPLETELY WRECKED?" Gods yes ...

Charge! Orym rushes the beast, using Seedling to pull himself right into its face! Bait and Switch on Chetney, nice! Protective Orym for the win!

Imogen Summons her Reiloran! Hex Mind? Okay ... using SPECIAL SORCERER MATHS she casts a long range attack on the beast! Zap! Psychic damage, bitch! Now the Reiloran delivers a Mind Spike znx deals EVEN MORE?!!! Oh, and then Mstt reminds her it can do MULTI-ATTACK so it does it AGAIN!!!

Chetney: "Oh my FUCKING GOD!!!" Casts Blood Curse of Bloated Agony and starts to crawl off ...

It tries to attack Orym and he fends it off TWICE ... third hits, though ... 22 points of slashing damage? Crap ...

It xan ONLY sense Orym? Hmmmm ... so the shit works, unless it's already engaged with them ...

FCG Compels it, but otherwise can't do much of anything until he can get to Chetney ...

Laudna Hexes the fucker! Yeah! Then she sends Pate in to attack ... but he can't make it either this round ... bugger ... 2 Eldritch Blasts, both hit! 14 and then 12 Damage! Nice!

Ashton Rages! Big ass rainbow charge! And he starts BARKING at it? That's wild ...

FIRE!!! Fearne tries to torch it ... oooh, damage maths ... 16! Nice! Mister goes too, poop shoot! Here we go ... bah, MISS!!! Nuts ...

"What about the power ... to move you?"

Wait ... what the fuck is THIS?!!! Something ELSE is coming? Is this about to get so much worse?

This changes Orym's plan somewhat ... flanking instead, slashes once, misses, Gain and HITS!!! Goading Attack! In the ARSE ... 16 points of damage and disadvantage against anyone else ...

Imogen LIGHTNING BOLTS the thing! Nice! Boom! 9 D6 of damage? Crazy ... 31 points of Lightning damage? Ouch ...

The Reiloran CRITS it ... 11 points of slashing damage ... Chetney: "Is that all? Eye flash and that's it?"

It attacks Orym ... miss ... then a HIT!!! Laudna casts Silvery Barbs! Nice save! Still hits a little, though ... crap ... it NEARLY BITES HIS ARM OFF?!!! Fuck, Matthew! Orym is REALLY HURT now ...

FCG gets as close as he can go Ofym and does a 3rd level Healing Word for 12 points ... that the best he can do right now ... and then all he can do is try and shoot it with the Bolt Thrower ... znd he MISSES!!! Travis: "Well at least you're consistent."

Laudna sends Pate to it and casts Shocking Grasp through him ... ZAP!!! Skittering? A great swarm of Stink Bugs? Infestation! Nice ... FCG: "It can't smell past the stink!" Yes, nice distraction!

Still Raging, Ashton Charles in, grabs Orym and carries him off ... stows him in a little hollow and then pops back up into the fight.

Fearne casts 3 Scorching Rays ... and NONE OF THEM HIT!!! Argh ... but at least Mister's "fiery turd gun" hits for 10 points of Fire damage.

Something big DROPS OUT OF THE SKY!!! Great ... boom ... and everybody gets blown back from the impact ...

Gigantic fucking demon frog beast ... like a FUCKING KAIJU ... its mouth glows from inside ... wait, there's a HOUSE inside this thing?

Whoa, giant beast face-off! Matt laments the fact he doesn't have a mini THIS BIG to put in and they immediately start ribbing him about it ...

Orym hacks and slashes, trying for another Goading Attack ... it works! Action Surge! Go tiny fighter!

Imogen tries to communicate with the giant frog ... oh, this thing might be friendly? Okay ... Imogen (out loud, to the group): "Take cover!"

Everybody who can just SCATTERS ... meanwhile the creature flees. Laudna tells Oare to build and he's very vocal about thinking her for the warning ...

The Mes are all swarming around the frog's head now ... it jumps on the lizard mole, squashes it, then just takes off with it and CHUCKS IT INTO THE OCEAN!!! Nice ...

Okay, the frog's back and SEEMS to be chill ... it opens its mouth ... and there REALLY IS like a kind of weird house inside this thing ... and there's somebody living inside it.

A galapa ... oh, a tortle? Cool ...

So this IS a friend of Keyleth's ... she's quite sweet, real. Hello Jirana. And the frog is Toriz. It's her home AND her friend, that's bizarrely adorable.

Fearne gives Toriz scritches. :3

Jirana IS aware of the major changes in the world. Oh, she's inviting them inside ... buy first douses Chetney with a bucketful of water for all the blood.

Bari Mondolo? So THAT'S what that thing was ...

The pixies are Dolabos? That's cute ...

The Cloud Jaws ... like a sky whale? Scary big thing ... and apparently IT IS dangerous, but only to airborne things. Okay, so not a MAJOR danger, then ...

The interior of the frog is surreal but also quite quaint and cosy.

Imogen uses Prestidigitation to clean them all off of the shit. Nice.

Jirana clearly collects stuff. Imogen gives her the Taste of Tal'dorei tankard. Awwww ... :3

She us an expert on grief and loss ... seems Keyleth sought her out? Oh yeah ... yeah, we know what THAT was about ...

There are 43 islands in the Shattered Teeth? Crazy ...

She's 400+ years old ... that's fucking crazy ...

Meanwhile there's some confusion over whether time passes different here or if she's just confused zbout that ...

Ashton reveals his Titan blood secret ...

Now asking about the Tree of Atrophy ...

Ooooooh ... Calamity fallout lore dump! Sweet ...

So you can just CHOOSE to become a tree ... okay ... wait ... is the Sun Tree like this? That would be interesting ...

Jirana: "The Tree is ... honest. Not everyone can handle this level of honesty." Hmmmm ...

So ... looking for a boat, then?

The islands REALLY DO move ... that's just GREAT ...

Oh my gods, I love the way Travis always completely loses it when Matt gives them a map. It's completely adorable every time. XD

Let Chetney repair a boat, guys. He's so stoked about this idea, just let him have this one.

Sam's flask is trying Matt's patience in the best way ... XD

Three big mountains ...

A "floater of danger"? Hmmmm ...

Yes, I agree, teleportation is NOT a smart idea right now. No, just TAKE A BOAT!!! Let Chetney mend a boat, guys ...

Ooh! Compass! Sweet ... the lost compass of the Dread Pirate Novos ... wait, is Matt SERIOUSLY evoking THE PRINCESS BRIDE right now?

A dark deal ... a GHOST SHIP?!!! Wait ... is this some U'kotoa shit?

There's a motorcycle outside, apparently ... Liam: "Grog's got gas." Travis (as Grog): "Sorry ..."

Chetney tries to get a read on the compass ... ooh, vision of a memory ... that's some crazy shit ... "Yep, it's a pirate ghost ship, and it'll be ... AWESOME."

Wow, they're actually seriously considering going for some kind of Davy Jones deal with the Dread Pirate ... O.O

TWO Titans died here ... Jirana has to look up their names ... Rau'shan and Ka'mort. Okay ...

Oooh, care package ... what kind of goodies are they getting? 2 reef moss balms, a bottle of slickshimmer oil, 2 brackish Potions (basically two greater healing potions) ... cool ... that's gonna be so helpful ...

FCG gives her fresh baked goods, and she's very appreciative.

Oh Letters, you're doing better at this than you think you are. Jirana does a really beautiful job of bucking him up ... apparently HE needs to talk to the tree too, and she's willing to help hom too if he ever makes it back this way ...

Man, this ancient tortoise woman is really something special ...

Chetney: "The wolf requires a high metabolism." Jirana: "THIS is for stamina." Wait ... did she just give him some homemade viagra? O.O

Fearne gives her salt and pepper shakers she got from the museum heist. Awwwww ...

She can TAKE THEM to the North Shore? Sweet ...

Oh yeah, clearly this us gonna be a serious wild ride ... I love that she's just a massive daredevil about this while the rest of them are deeply alarmed by the journey ...

Stepping out ... aha, the Shore is in sight. Here we go, then.

Ashton: "How do you grieve if you don't know what was taken from you?" Oh man ...

Jirana: "I am perpetually surrounded by broken things. They can always be mended in time."

Farewell to Jirana then, while the rest of them head to the shore. And that's it for tonight.

Yeah, Matt DID go all out on the Miyazaki vibe tonight, didn't he? I loved it ... :3

[sandcastles-fall]

9/28

long run in the rain. long talk with big boss. short crying spell. short temper. not related.

it was a beautiful run and i did very well. thanks especially to bb cheering me up and pushing me on and being his beautiful self. he makes me laugh so effortlessly and lets me just enjoy myself. i was being a bit annoying though, pointing out all of the CRAZY mushroom growth on the trail. chicken of the woods, oysters, turkey tails, BIG ass shelf mushies. he stood there patiently with his big dumb grin while i looked and laughed and pined over them. i’m going out for a hike tomorrow to collect some and take lots of photos. he once again told me that of all the things he’s been right about (and there are many, i will concede), trail running is the one he’s the happiest about. idk if it’s a certain level of pride or just the fact that he’s got someone to do run trails with him that makes him smile like that when he says it. but he’s right, there’s something so incredible about it and i would never be able to stop. i will always want this feeling and this experience of flying through the trees and over the changing landscapes. it’s so fully immersive and alters my mind in the best way.

he mentioned going to some other trails across town and i’m so excited i can barely contain myself. more experience, more variation, more memories to make lol. he also brought up the same thing i was thinking about a few days ago, when we met and the first few runs we had together. he was teasing me again about carrying my knife with me, i used to carry it every run because i was always alone and in the dark. but what he was really saying was how serendipitous everything was. meeting each other, running the same schedule, me being willing to work and try to improve, how similar our interests and our senses of humor are, there’s a lot of things that make this work. i wanted to tell him what i remembered, and maybe i will on monday.

anyways. everything is set for next weekend. i’m trying my best to be calm and collected and not have a shit flinging fit. i can get through this. i can do what i have to do.

[meowmeowmeow9]

how pathetic is that?

loneliness sticks tight in my chest like an open wound, bleeding out in bouts of thick tree sap. it latches onto everything i touch, leaving a trail, an unmistakable track record of aching to be seen; of embarking on a constant search for a neighboring forest, or even a nearby playground, conveniently decorated with a grand willow on the outskirts of its design...

perhaps ill come across a sapling dancing by the brooks, or an oak with a stern stare outside of a wells fargo bank building. i'm on an around the clock schedule of keeping an eye out for a band of fluttering birch leaves complementing the lawn of a schoolhouse, or a green valley, or by the road leading to my house.

but all i find are the same old familiar groves, full with souls that have met mine but not felt, minds with interest in acquaintance but not in understanding, not in growing alongside me, in sharing soil and rain water…

and it makes me wonder if beneath the bark, there is something to be ashamed of? perhaps i should be embarrassed of the contents at the pith of my being… or perhaps i should be ashamed of the colours i’ve chosen to brand themselves on my head of leaves.

regardless, here i stand, roots with no branches.

it’s so humiliating how many nights i’ve spent racing through disboard in search of a place to make online friends, any friends at all, i’ve added random people on snapchat, i’ve texted every new person that follows me on instagram, i only really downloaded tumblr because someone i know told me you can make friends on here LMAO

i have friends but i feel bad because i don’t think any of them know me, and i kind of feel like they wouldn’t have the desire to anyway, not that they dont like me or dont care, just that like. its not my place in those friendships if that makes sense

i have maybe 3 or 4 people id actually consider friends and even then they dont actually know much about me aside from what i present to them intentionally, we’re not close, we don’t have “deep talks” or share interests - and i know it’s selfish of me to complain, i have friends which i should be grateful for, but i guess to me it really doesn’t feel like i have friends; i know i’m more than capable of trying to get closer with the friends i already have but i’m so stuck in this character that ive created for them i’m losing myself in it and i’m terrified of rejection, that is who they are friends with not me and i feel like a complementary dish enough already i don’t know how i would handle being seen differently or less liked because if i lose them i lose all i have

they also actually hurt my feelings quite a lot 😭 i know its not really intended but it makes me feel like shit BUT it’s different because theyre making the NotMe feel like shit, theyre insulting NotMe, which makes me even less comfortable being myself because id rather have NotMe insulted and hurt then Me insulted and hurt ykwim

i hate talking about this because i sound like such a pussy LOL but who cares this is tumblr ❤️

tldr nobody actually knows me and its DRIVING ME CRAZYYYYYYYY 😜

[kayayeteae]

If you got to write re4-part 2, what would you do?

This might get long so u get a read more lol

To preface—I’ve never played RE beyond playing bits of RE4 and then watching my brother beat it (I am a jumpy person with anxiety leave me be 😩). I don’t even consider myself an RE fan, I am in the most basic sense, an RE4 fan. So everything I say will likely get subverted because of some canon event I’m unaware of. ANYWAY.

I love RE4R because it’s overall a better narrative that lines up with current canon (I’m aware of some RE lore lol). It’s also just a better told story than RE4 in so many ways. So whatever I say will relate to remake.

Let’s say anything after the events of 4 have yet to happen, here’s the possible routes I’d take

The obvious—get plaga in different hands that’s not umbrella

The cliche—have Leon relapse with plaga

Not so cliche but pushing suspension of disbelief—have someone who is a carrier of plaga/asymptomatic carrier of plaga leave the island

Lastly, because I’m insufferable—Luis survives (some fucking how) and has a duplicate superior plaga with him (some fucking how)

Leon relapsing can be the most emotionally driven narrative if RE was no longer an action game. Like RE4, I imagine he’s struggling to control himself and it would be a race against time once again. Without the machinery that helped him cure it the first time, he’d kinda be be shit outta luck and it would be up to…idk Claire because she’s cool…or Ada because…it’s Ada lol to help Leon before he turns. Essentially, ur controlling anyone but Leon to solve it. But part of the gameplay is Leon surviving and being controlled and it gets slowly harder and harder but if u give into plaga controlling Leon gets easier. Then boom ur back in Spain, u learn that umbrella europe team left paper trails. Another branch is still researching plaga blah blah big bad is trying raise another cult bc cults are interesting. Marketing for this game would be painting Leon as an enemy like they did with Dante in DMC4 LOL.

Having another carrier is easy. Idk u learn that someone survived the village and is roaming some city as a refugee. Like idk maybe this person has plaga version 2.0 that can idk self breed and spread by contact. It’s pretty straight forward. Plot twist is that patient 0 didn’t know they were infected and no else did either. God that’s so cliche, you’d have to make a really good story for that to work. Either way they should end it by having a choice to kill the carrier/patient 0.

NOW IMAGINE IF LUIS SURVIVED (I do this everyday because I am unwell)—this would be very emotionally driven knowing damn well that Luis was involved with plaga (I think he’s involved with RE3 too which is cool). Idk he has another version of plaga because idk he was researching 2 different strains, and like it’s almost a war between two variants because Ada gave hers to someone. So like whatever Leon is fighting and shit and they’re like, the only way to beat this is with a stronger strain (and science). AND THEN, someone keeps dropping hints (it’s Ada cuz she be doing shit like that) like a trail to follow and then they’re like chasing this trail, but whomever is at the end realizes they’re being followed, so theyre hard to catch. Anyway like 3/4 into the game they catch them and it’s no one other than LUIS. And then drama ensues like “bitch I thought I were dead, wtf ur working on a different strain still??” and like u learn he’s still trying to make amends and has a new name and identity given by idk the US government because that’s just the kinda environment they’re in lol. Also Luis deserves to be petty, he should try and kill Ada. I would lol. She got the fuckin plaga anyway, sure I know it was not thru Luis but it’s SO UNFAIR he died and she got what she needed.

I stand by what I say about Luis that THEY CERTAINLY GAVE HIM A PHENOMENAL BACKGROUND FOR A SIDE CHARACTER. Idk his death was that more gratifying but also painful—that’s another essay I can write about

I’m not a writer so my ideas are really flat. But part of RE4s charm was its simplicity and stellar gameplay.

[heshomeoflwt]

You always post and applaud Harry's stats but despize Louis for wanting more recognition? Typical larries. Always shitting on Louis for not being in the top 40 and s*ck Harry's *** * for being the very top of top 40. As long as it is ONLY Harry it gets larries support. Louis is the designated doormat for talking about Freddie right?

you know what’s funny? you sitting in my inbox typing that. why waste your time? lol.

if you actually took the time to scroll through my blog, (because you clearly didn’t) you’d see that i post and applaud louis and his achievements just as much. and i’ve never once shat on him for not being in the top 40?? where’d you pull that from? also, typical larries? look at you, an insufferable person with biased opinions. i swear, all you miserable people do is find someone you disagree with, then find ways to dump on them and their character and all you have to try and back up your nonsensical points, is well, you guessed it! nothing! i don’t wish to spend my time the way you do, and i’m glad i don’t. it’s not healthy and doesn’t put anybody in a good mindset. i curate the space i’m in, and i don’t go out of my way to try swing on people. it’s a much more pleasant experience, promise. i’d love for louis to be just as big as harry, i would. but he’s not, and that’s of no fault of his own. and just to be clear, and i am more of a louis fan, thanks for asking. he was my top artist this year, same as the year before. top 000.01% of listeners, spending 148,269 minutes with him! (harry trailed behind him, not sure by how much) and this isn’t counting the amount i’ve been streaming him since spotify stopped collecting its data for the ‘22 wrapped at the end of october. as for the kid, if that’s what you think i believe, wrong! i don’t know what’s up with that, and why louis has been mentioning him. now, this is slightly unrelated, but still related in a sense- but i do think the kid is partially why some fans are turned off louis, and of listening to the new record, and prior music, because it leaves a sour taste in the mouth. we don’t know all of what goes on, and why it goes on, so for whatever anyone’s reason is for not being all that involved or supportive of louis, is their business, not mine; and this goes back to curating a space that they enjoy, and can handle. the fact of the matter is that louis is not getting the recognition and radio play he deserves; not because of us, the fans, but because of TPTB, because of everything sony did to screw louis over, and the list continues, i could go on and on. would i love it if louis never had to talk about the kid again, yes, yes i would. i’d love it if they ended it, and louis was a free man, but he’s not. and i think he’s made his peace with that. could i be wrong with my speculations? yes, absolutely. but no one really knows anything, we are all assessing the information and impact as it comes.

TLDR; louis is a spectacular musician, and i’d be over the moon if people realized that and payed him more attention. have the day that you deserve, anon.