#it just feels wrong to me for her to be on a team for more then a single team up movie

[thebestsetter]

Rin likes black.

Call him emo or depressed or cringe or whatever works best for you. He uses ONLY black things.

His shirts are all black. He shows up to practice wearing the team's black kit. His car is black. He answered a interview saying that his favorite color was black (although he disliked the question and thought it was unecessary - he's here to talk about football, goddammit!) Hell, even the Keychain on his black backpack is a black and white sad face.

He likes black. Actually, scratch that. He loves it.

So, his team can't help but feel confused when he suddenly comes to practice with the team's pink kit, which he swore ("cross my heart and hope to die" kind of thing) that he'd NEVER wear. He even said it was because you accidentally washed it during laundry day it was still not dry. (Ha. As if. He had like 10 of those).

And then he came with that same kit the other day. And the day after that. And the day after that day too.

And, suddenly, things weren't so black anymore.

His backpack, which now was adorned with pink hello kitty stickers, had a smiley pink and white Keychain attached next to the black and white one. His car had pink details on the leather seats, and his shoes were black and pink.

It was strange, to say the least. That was until they couldn't really take it anymore. Seeing a pink hair tie around his wrist hut the final nail in the coffin.

"So... uhm... Rin." Isagi started, Bachira and Nagi curiously watching behind him "If I remember correctly, you said before your favorite color is black, right?"

"It is" Rin deadpanned.

An uncomfortable silence settled between them while Rin waited for Isagi to answer and Isagi waited for him to say something else. It was quickly interrupted by Bachira's excited "Ask already!"

"But... uhm... I see you took a liking to... pink things. Why's that?"

"Oh" Rin clearly wasn't expecting this question. He stared into Isagi's eyes and then looked down to tie his shoelaces "I don't like pink"

"Huh?" Nagi made a noise behind them, and just then did Rin notice those two

"But you have lots of pink things now!" Bachira said, getting behind Itoshi and shaking his shoulders, obtaining an eyeroll from him

"I dislike pink" he shook Bachira's hands off and sighed "I wear it only because my girlfriend loves it"

"Fair enough!"

"Oh."

"Okay, well, that actually makes sense

"Owwnnn, is Rinnie so in love with his girlfriend that he wear pink just for her?" Seriously, who called Shidou here anyways?

But what made Rin hate him even more was the fact that he was right. He did wear pink only for you.

He was getting tired of you nagging at him for only having black shirts (and he also loved your smiling face when you saw him dressed like a Barbie doll, but that's on second thought or at least he likes to pretend it is.)

Don't get me wrong, black is still his favorite color. But you're his favorite thing in the whole world, so take a guess on who wins this one.

Black: 0

You: 1

Quick note: Rin loves when these two things are together. So imagine his reaction to you on a black dress on your 1 year anniversary. Bro almost fainted.

I hate school somebody HELP ME

Not proofread cause I'm sleepy and lazy. Deal with it.

[laiahernandeeezzz]

I DON'T THINK I COULD LOVE YOU MORE

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Pairing: Billie Eilish x fem!reader

Words: 1.9K

****** [So after everything that happened, I really wanted to write something cute and happy for the Grammys, I've been obssessed with Billie these last days, so I hope you like it!!!]

The alarm went off earlier than usual on the morning of the Grammys. Y/n stirred beneath the covers, stretching an arm out to find her girlfriend—only to be met with an empty, cold spot. She frowned. If there was one thing she knew about Billie, it was how much she despised getting out of bed without spending a few minutes tangled together, exchanging sleepy kisses.

With a sigh, Y/n lazily pulled her hair into a messy bun and grabbed one of Billie’s oversized sweatshirts. If they were already huge on the singer, Y/n practically drowned in them, despite being taller than her girlfriend. But that’s exactly what made them so cozy.

She padded toward the kitchen, where she found Billie perched on a stool, hands wrapped around a steaming cup of tea. Y/n approached her from behind, wrapping an arm around her waist and resting her chin on her girlfriend’s shoulder. It was only then that she noticed how tense Billie was.

“Good morning, my love,” Y/n murmured, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek. But instead of the usual warm response, Billie only managed a small, tight-lipped smile—more a grimace than anything.

Y/n’s brows furrowed. Something’s up.

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?” she asked, concern evident in her voice.

Billie let out a heavy sigh, finally turning in Y/n’s embrace to face her. “Sorry, baby. It’s just… I’m a bit stressed about tonight.” She hesitated, then ran a hand through her hair. “Claudia called me before the alarm went off. Turns out Finneas woke up feeling sick… and he lost his voice. Like, he literally can’t sing, and I don’t know what to do.”

“Oh, babe, I’m so sorry,” Y/n said sincerely. “But I know you’ll figure something out. Have you talked to your team?” As she spoke, she absentmindedly ran her fingers through Billie’s hair, knowing it always helped calm her—even just a little.

“I called my mom, and she said I have two options: find someone to do the harmonies while Finneas plays guitar, or sing without them and just have him play.”

Y/n nodded, considering it. “What do you want to do?” she asked, pulling away briefly to make herself a cup of coffee. She missed the way Billie immediately pouted at the loss of her touch. Once her drink was ready, Y/n returned to her girlfriend’s side, taking Billie’s hand in hers and tracing slow, soothing circles on her knuckles.

“Finneas says he’ll still be okay to play, so that’s not the issue,” Billie admitted. “But I would really like someone to sing with me. It gives the song more depth, y’know? Makes it feel… fuller.”

Y/n took a thoughtful sip of her coffee. “That makes sense. Is there anyone you can call? I mean, you still have one more rehearsal—you could try it out with someone and see how it feels.”

Billie fell silent, deep in thought. A few moments later, a small smile tugged at her lips as she turned to face Y/n again.

“Baby,” she started sweetly. “You know I love you, right?”

Y/n narrowed her eyes, immediately suspicious. “Of course I know… Why?”

Billie hesitated, her blue eyes wide and pleading. “Well… You obviously know the lyrics to the song…”

Y/n’s stomach dropped. “…Yeah?”

“You’ve been to every rehearsal, so you know exactly where Finneas comes in…”

“Billie…”

“And even if you don’t believe it, you do have an amazing voice…”

Y/n’s eyes widened. “I do not like where this is going.”

Billie pressed her lips together before finally blurting it out. “Sooo… Maybe… Remember that I love you so, so much… but maybe you could—I don’t know—sing with me tonight?” She whispered the last part, voice pitching higher as she looked at Y/n with the most hopeful expression imaginable.

Y/n stared at her. “Babe. That is crazy.” She set her coffee down, heart rate already spiking. “I have never sung in front of anyone—barely anyone. And you want me to do it at the Grammys? In front of actual singers? I cannot do that. I’m not prepared. We’ve never even sung your song together—it might not even work!”

Panic was creeping into her voice now, but she also refused to meet Billie’s gaze. She knew that if she looked into those big, ocean-blue eyes, she’d be done for.

Billie took both of Y/n’s hands in hers. “Love, I trust you. I know you can do it. And, like you said, we still have one more rehearsal. Just try it—for me? Please?”

Y/n groaned, running a hand down her face. She was losing this battle fast.

“I don’t know… Are you completely sure you wouldn’t be better off on your own?” she tried one last time.

Billie shook her head, voice unwavering. “I’ll never be better than when I’m with you.”

Y/n exhaled sharply, already knowing she’d caved. Billie could ask her for the moon, and she’d find a way to bring it to her.

“I hate that I love you so much,” she grumbled. “You better make it up to me later.”

Billie smirked, immediately tugging Y/n closer by the hem of the sweatshirt, pulling her between her legs. One hand found its way to Y/n’s waist, the other tilting her chin up until their lips were just inches apart.

“Oh, you bet I will,” Billie murmured before capturing Y/n’s lips in a slow, deep kiss—soft, yet full of passion.

—

Much to Y/n’s dismay, the rehearsal went way too smoothly. Her voice blended perfectly with Billie’s, something she had no choice but to admit. And despite the nerves that had plagued her all morning, she found herself feeling… a little more confident, comforted by the presence of the siblings—Finneas strumming the guitar beside her, Billie performing so effortlessly that it almost felt natural to join in. Her girlfriend hadn’t stopped showering her with compliments, making sure she knew just how amazing she was.

Now, as they got ready for the night, their hotel room was packed with stylists, makeup artists, and assistants bustling around to make sure they looked their best. Clothes were everywhere—red carpet looks, performance outfits, even afterparty choices. It was overwhelming, but Y/n took it all in stride. She’d do anything for Billie, and she’d do it a hundred times over.

“Baby?”

Y/n snapped out of her thoughts at the sound of Billie’s voice. She hummed in acknowledgment, letting her know she was listening.

“I was thinking… Since you’ll be on stage with me tonight, maybe you could also join me on the red carpet?” Billie hesitated before continuing, her voice softer. “I know we weren’t planning to confirm our relationship, but I kinda want to… I want to hold your hand and kiss you without worrying about the cameras.”

Y/n smiled, warmth blooming in her chest. “I think today’s perfect,” she agreed. “Besides, bringing me as your plus one would’ve already been suspicious. Not that we’re very discreet anyway. People really don’t believe our ‘we’re just friends’ speech anymore.”

They both laughed, knowing she was right. They had never officially confirmed anything, but they had never exactly hidden it either. They were private—but that didn’t mean they had to pretend.

—

Y/n had no idea how Billie remained so composed throughout the entire evening. Just walking the red carpet had her stressing, but she thought she’d done pretty well—posing for pictures, both together and separately, sneaking fond glances at Billie when the singer wasn’t looking.

She had met so many artists she admired, with Billie proudly introducing her to people like Sabrina Carpenter and Chappell Roan, all while Y/n tried very hard not to freak out. But no matter how nerve-wracking it was, the steady presence of Billie’s hand on her back kept her grounded. The singer made sure she was okay at all times—whether by asking directly, squeezing her hand, or simply locking eyes from across the room.

But now, as they stood backstage, changed into their performance outfits, Y/n’s nerves returned—stronger than ever.

She tried to hide it, not wanting to add to Billie’s stress, but of course her girlfriend saw right through her.

A few minutes before stepping on stage, Billie pulled her into a hug, making her look at her.

“You’re going to do great, baby. I know it. Just like in rehearsals.”

“Yeah… except this time, real singers will be watching.”

Billie smirked. “And? I’ll be there. Finneas will be there. If it gets too overwhelming, just look at me, alright?”

Y/n exhaled shakily but nodded. “Okay. Let’s do this.”

They shared a soft kiss before someone from production signaled that it was time.

Taking a deep breath, Y/n stepped behind the microphone. She could feel the weight of the moment pressing down on her chest, but then—Finneas placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. They exchanged a small smile, just as the lights dimmed.

Only for Billie to start… talking?

“Hi, guys!” Her voice echoed through the venue, casual and warm. “Normally, we don’t introduce our songs because we’re short on time, but luckily, they gave me a pass tonight.” She chuckled, the crowd responding with cheers. “This morning, we woke up to some sad news—my brother lost his voice. And, as you know, his harmonies are super important to this song. So, we had to find a solution.”

She turned slightly, glancing at Y/n with a teasing sparkle in her eyes.

“Finneas is still going to play, obviously, but tonight, someone very special to me will be singing his part.” She paused before adding, “She’s a little nervous, so if you know the song—please, help us sing. Here’s ‘Birds of a Feather’ with Finneas and Y/n!”

And just like that—it began.

At first, Y/n could barely hear herself over the sound of her own heartbeat, but as the song progressed, she found herself feeling it. The music, the moment, the presence of Billie right next to her. Every now and then, Billie would glance over, locking eyes and smiling, silently reminding her that she was right where she needed to be.

Before she knew it, it was over.

As the final note rang through the venue and the applause roared around them, Y/n barely had time to process it before Billie wrapped her in a tight hug.

“I knew you could do it! You were amazing, baby!” Billie gushed, cupping Y/n’s face and pressing quick kisses all over it.

“Says you!” Y/n laughed breathlessly. “You were born for this, my love. Thank you for trusting me.”

“I always will,” Billie murmured. “I love you so much, Y/n.”

“I love you too.”

They kissed like there was no one else around them—before finally heading back to their seats. But not before Y/n insisted on changing back into her dress, claiming she didn’t want to spend the rest of the night in a t-shirt.

Of course, Billie mocked her for it. “Nothing’s better than a t-shirt, babe.”

They continued watching the show, Billie leaning over at one point as the stage was being set for Sabrina Carpenter’s performance.

With a mischievous smirk, she whispered into Y/n’s ear, “You do know the next step is for you to sing with me on tour, right? And not just the harmonies.”

Y/n turned to her, eyes wide. “You’re kidding.”

Billie just grinned, bursting into laughter at her reaction. And, despite herself, Y/n couldn’t help but laugh too.

She shook her head, leaning in to press a quick kiss to Billie’s lips. “I was going to refuse, but… you do know all you have to do is ask.”

[valentinebugzee]

Fanfic: Sonic BOOM! Stone Au chapter. 1

Sticks and stone

(No warnings needed!! A baby can read this)

 "Is it just me or have Meh Burger toys been very random lately?"

Sonic complained as he pulled out a pair of knitting needles from the Meh Burger paper bag, he walked alongside his team through the village's streets.

They'd just come back from Meh Burger before any of them had finished their lunch, an annoying kid's birthday party two tables over spoiled their whole meal, two of the kids were fighting over a bowl of ice cream, fruitlessly, because it ended up flying in the air and ending up in Sonic and his team's food.

Of course, Dave didn't clean up or replace their food.

Tails caught up to Sonic. "More importantly, that's a very dangerous choking hazard," he points a claw at the "toy".

"Why did you order the kid's meal anyway?" Amy asked.

"I didn't. They got my order wrong, again, and I didn't feel like fighting Dave the intern...again." Sonic exhaled and looked around as if to figure out where he should put his newly acquired knitting needles, his eyes landed on Knuckles.

"Hey, Knucks, want these?" he extends his hand to the echidna.

"No, thanks, I don't like Asian food that much." he held up his hand in protest.

"Knuckles these are for yarn."

"I don't like eating yarn either."

"I think we should all start eating healthy food and start cutting off junk food, if you could even call Meh Burger food." the pink hedgehog muttered the last sentence, "I think some homemade meals and vegetables are in order if we want to maintain our health."

"yeah sure, but you're the only one of us that knows how to cook, and I don't have a stove." Sticks half-shrugged.

"Let me guess because the flames are actually chemicals that release pheromones that aliens can track from their home planet?" Tails asks the badger, unamused.

Sticks threw her hands up. "No! That's crazy! It's because the stove's gas would blow my cover and the underground serpents can sense it and find me!" the girl argued with her much more reasonable theory.

Sonic rolls his eyes, "Besides, who has the time to cook every single meal every day?"

Amy hums. "Yeah, I wish there was at least somewhere we could eat proper food at, for brunch or breakfast," she brought her hands together and sighed dreamily. "Somewhere classy! with a homey feeling and decor."

"Too bad Meh Burger is the only restaurant in this village," Knuckles scratches his head, "why is that anyway?"

"Well, our village isn't exactly the most...uh..." the fox trails off, trying to find the right word.

"Welcoming? Pleasant? Well known? Safe?" Sticks laid out those words, they're all accurate.

"Yeah, all of those."

"I don't think they got the memo." Sonic stops in his tracks and points at a building right between the hardware store and the laundromat, it was modern with a "classy" look as Amy wished a moment ago, right above its glass doors was a sign with a coffee bean drawing on it and the words "The Mean Bean"

They all looked intrigued at the new building, they stood there and stared, briefly blocking the road and annoying the passerbys, seriously guys move..

"Woah, that place looks nice! looks like that restaurant Amy ran for one day before it got destroyed by Eggman's robots."  Knuckles said in awe at the place.

However, the badger's ears went back and her snout scrunched up, her eyes narrowed in suspicion.

"I have a bad feeling about this place I'm telling ya!" 

"You said the same thing yesterday about a bathroom." Sonic sassed. 

"This is different! How could a shop just appear out of thin air like that!?"

"I was wondering the same thing, actually; I don't think a coffee shop that intricate could be built overnight." Tails added, putting a finger on his chin.

"Maybe the show creators don't have the budget for a construction montage." Amy thought out loud.

"I thought this was a fanfiction." knuckles chimed in.

Sticks groaned and growled, "I'm telling ya guys, it's a trap, and the government is behind it!" she waved her arms around manically, not helping her case at all.

"yeah how about we go inspect this "trap" and their coffee? Y'know to make sure nothing illegal is going on." Sonic suggested calmly, completely dismissing Sticks's concerns.

That would sound mean but this is another "the boy that cried "wolf"" situation, if they listen to every single insane accusation Sticks made up they'd all end up living in the stone age, then who would be the tech wizz? who would dox jerks on the internet?

You can decide who the last sentence applies to.

"I thought you didn't like coffee." The inventor tilted his head at his older brother.

He pats his younger brother's head. "Yeah, but I'm down to try anything new, besides, I'm sick of Meh Burger's radioactive soda."

"I don't think our legal team can handle more Meh Burger slander." worried Amy to herself.

After much banter, the team finally approached the shining glass doors of The Mean Bean coffee shop.

With Sticks being dragged by Knuckles.

Standing there wiping at the counter with a damp cloth was a man, ...a human, he had brown skin, probably middle aged, he had a name tag on his apron that said "Stone", he greeted them with a warm smile and a wave, he put the cloth away and stood straight behind the counter, waiting for the team to walk up to him and order.

The red hero leaned over to whisper in Sonic's ear "Dude, that guy's a human.", "yeah? so?" "I thought Eggman was the only human around."

Sonic scratched the back of his head "Well, not anymore, he looks very different from Eggman."

Amy leans over to whisper to Sonic as well "Not all humans look the same, Sonic."

"I know that but I mean he just looks so.. normal... nothing like eggman, he looks like just a guy."

"Just a guy? really Sonic, this again?"

"What? No! ugh nevermind, sorry Amy." He quickly shut himself up, not wanting any more lectures or classes about being sensitive.

"He kinda has a point though." Tails agreed, "But it is nice to meet a new human that doesn't plan on destroying us."

"That's what he wants you to think." Sticks growled, making direct eye contact with the barista.

The barista who can very clearly tell they were talking smack about him, his eyes kept going back and forth between them, the wall, the counter, and the very enraged boomerang wielding hero.

Kind of resembling a dog when someone is trying to record it.

Finally, the banter came to halt when Amy noticed how rude they were being, first impressions are very important after all.

"Hello! welcome to The Mean Bean coffee cafe, how may I help you?" Said the barista.

"Well firstly I'd like to point out out how beautiful your cafe is, Mr. Stone." Amy chirped, "um this is your cafe right?"

Stone nodded and his eyes crinkled "Yes it is, that's nice of you to say..Ms. Amy rose isn't it?"

Her eyebrow raised, "Yeah, you know me?"

"But of course, you're Hedgehog village's most beloved heroes."

"it's only heroes." Sonic smirked.

"You're sonic I'm assuming?"

The blue one puffed out his chest with pride, "The one and only."

"And you're Knuckles," he points at the echidna, "Tails," he points to the two-tailed fox,

"And.. Sticks." he hesitated a little to point at the brown and cocoa colored badger, in all honesty he was worried she'd she'd bite his finger right off, her scowl showed off her canines that would make that action easy.

Of course he knew who these people were, he knew everything he needed to about this village.

Everything.

"Of course you know all of our names.." Sticks grumbled, "And I bet that that's not all you know."

Stone's expression faltered for a moment, but quickly shook off the girl's comment.

"Say, I've heard of this "Eggman" fellow a lot, but I haven't seen him once.."

Sticks gripped her arm at the comment, why does he wanna see Eggman?!

"Not that I want to see him or anything.. just to be cautious." Stone stammered when he saw Sticks's death grip.

He needs to be more careful.

"Oh, Egghead? Yeah don't worry about it, knowing him he's probably planning an attack right now." Sonic grabbed a menu and started looking through it, "Geez, I didn't know there were that many kinds of coffee."

"Yeah...hey why does this bean shop smell like coffee?" puzzled knuckles.

".. because this is a coffee shop." replied Stone in disbelief at how ridiculous that question was.

Maybe his job here wasn't going to be that hard.

Not the barista job at least.

Tails gasped "woah these look so good." he said putting his hands on the clean glass.

That irked Stone a little, but no worries, the fox too cute to be mad at.

The other two joined Sonic in reading the menu, Sticks remained in her place, still glaring.

"So... would you like to order anything?" 

"Hmm.. what's in this stuff you call coffee, "Stone"" She does air quotations while saying the humans name.

"Well, Ms."Sticks"," The barista mimicked her air quotations with humor, "Each coffee is made differently, but to answer your question: Milk, coffee, water and sometimes sugar."

Sticks rubbed her chin, her glare didn't waver a one bit.

Everything was still for a moment, the badger kept glaring and the human accepted the challenge.

They remained like that for a moment because she stomped her foot and pointed an accusing claw at the man.

"I know what you are!" Sticks shrieked, freaking out her friend and Stone, and some of the other customers.

"Sticks!" Amy scolded, "Leave him alone, I know you're paranoid but this is no excuse to accuse an innocent man of...what are you even accusing him of!?"

"He's a government agent! look at him!" 

Stone stood there like a deer in the headlights, he mustered up the most innocent expression he could.

"He's planning on taking control over the village! mark my words, this man is a government agent and he's here to control our minds!" the badger waved her arms around emphasizing her point.

All of her friends just stared.

unamused.

uncaring.

Then went back to what they were doing before Sticks's outburst.

Next up was a loud scream, and Sticks ran out the the restaurant as furious as ever.

 

She ran and ran, until her stamina ran out and she reached the forest.

"What now?..." she exhaled and sat and a nearby rock with her head in her hands. "I can't let that guy hurt my friends..."

She thought to herself, she couldn't let that guy roam around and putting other's lives in danger.

But at the same time she couldn't investigate him all on her own, if the agent's patience ran out he might kidnap her and make her work in a secret underground trees-that-are-actually-spy-cameras factory! 

Then their would be no one to keep an eye on the village, and her friends are all probably already mind controlled by the microchips in "Stone"'s food and coffee.

She'll need a sidekick.

Just at that moment a black and red bird flew into a nest on branch, the bird shimmied until it settled it's bed.

"I know just the guy.."

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I hope u guys enjoyed this! writing isn't really my strong point so I appreciate constructive criticism, also Stone's characterisation is gonna be tough... sorry this was about sticks more than stone LOL the next one will be stone centric (with stobotnik obviously)

[sai-int]

what do you think 141 men's sun signs would be? (phillip graves and keegan included, if you headcanon them as well)

what do you think?

okay, i don't know HOW you knew i'm an astrology nerd, but i am. i won't go too in depth about their entire charts, but i can definitely figure out some sun signs based on who they are on a surface level!!

⸝⸝ john

a bonafide taurus, through and through (twinsies!!!). dependable, grounded, and a natural leader. he’s EXTREMELY protective over his men, stubborn to a fault, and always (tries to) keep a level head. he enjoys life’s finer things (like a good cigar and whiskey), but he’s also pragmatic and values stability. definitely the type to be patient, but once he’s pushed too far? unmovable.

⸝⸝ simon

a scorpio. intense, mysterious, and deeply private, embodies everything about this water sign. he keeps his emotions locked away, but when he loves, he does it with his whole soul (johnny). he’s the type to hold a grudge for life and operates in extremes, either you have his loyalty, or you don’t. his sense of humor is dark and dry, plus he thrives in the shadows.

⸝⸝ johnny

he's a tough one to call!! but i've settled on saggitarius. he's all firecracker energy, optimistic, adventurous, and constantly trying to beat someone up, shoot someone, or blow something up. he's a fucking dems expert. sagittarius fits him like a glove. PLUS, he’s got that infectious, chaotic charm and can talk his way out of (or into) anything. he doesn’t like being tied down, but when he’s dedicated to something, he gives it his all. the kind of guy who jokes to lighten the mood even in the worst situations, i mean come on. did you see him in las almas?

⸝⸝ kyle

LIBRA LIBRA LIBRA LIBRA. i have a libra rising so i feel so in touch with his sense of justice. for me personally, nothing enrages me more than seeing something just blatantly wrong. i mean think about the first modern warfare. man wanted to get his hands DIRTY for the greater good, or whatever. he felt it necessary in order to balance the scales, and libra's allllll about scales. he's also the mediator of the group, quick-witted, and socially adaptable. he knows how to navigate tense situations and keeps a cool head. libras are also deeply loyal to their people, and gaz would go to hell and back for his team. also he's fucking HOT, libra's ruled by venus.

⸝⸝ graves

a textbook leo and i'm not hearing anything else. charismatic, confident, and so good at making people believe in him. he carries himself like he’s the main character and knows how to command attention. but there’s that classic leo downside too, pride. his downfall is his ego, his need to be in control. he thrives in leadership positions and loves to be admired, but when his authority is challenged? that’s when the claws come out (e. g. "you've got about five seconds before i show you the difference between military, and me.")

⸝⸝ keegan

SUCH a capricorn and you cannot tell me otherwise. hes that no-nonsense, disciplined, get-shit-done type, which screams capricorn. he’s serious, hardworking, and has that quiet intensity that makes people take him seriously. capricorns are known for their sarcasm and dry humor, and keegan definitely embodies that. he’s also fiercely loyal. once you earn his trust, he’ll go to war for you.

⸝⸝ könig

a fun one to pin down. i’m torn between virgo and cancer, but i’m leaning more toward virgo.

he’s meticulous, observant, and highly analytical, classic virgo traits. virgos are often perfectionists, which fits with könig’s overthinking and anxiety. he strategizes everything, calculates risks, and probably notices details no one else does. he’s reserved but has a deeply anxious side, especially in social situations, which aligns with the more introverted nature of virgos. my sister's a virgo and has some ocd problems, but by god, there's a method to her madness and when she gets shit done, it's done well. virgos are also dangerous when they’ve had enough. they hold in a lot, but when they snap? it’s brutal.

[secret-moonstruck]

SWEET MEDICINE | ENHYPEN

— Pairing: enhypen x fem!reader | (Masterlist)

— Synopsis: They are your friends, but when you are sad/angry they find the best cure to improve your mood.

— Genre: smut mention

— Warnings: unprotected sex, fingering, oral sex, praising, cum inside, making out, clit play, begging, hickeys, cum eating, overstimulation.

— Notes: I'm new to this writing thing, and English is not my first language. Sorry for not writing so well, I wish to improve and bring better and well-written stories.

Heeseung - You were playing at his apartment, you were on a call with other players from the same team. 

The team was losing and you were furious, swearing every possible word when a teammate made a comment to offend you.

- Damn Heeseung fixes Y/N. Her bad mood could just be a lack of sex. See if she calms down.

Your face immediately flushed at the thought, Heeseung was often in your most depraved dreams, but you wouldn't admit it.

He was already cursing his colleague for making that kind of mean comment about you, but when he saw how you were blushing and tensely he replied without thinking.

- Maybe I'll do that. - He knew he was risking his friendship, but he didn't care when he followed his friend's “advice”.

Later, when you were playing again, your friends couldn't stop making fun of how much happier and calmer you came back to the game.

Jake - He spent the day irritating you, you couldn't take any more of him teasing you with silly jokes. When you lost your temper and started pushing him to leave your apartment, he was the one who lost his temper with you.

He easily grabbed your hands to stop you from pushing him. He easily pulled you towards him, your body colliding against his, you felt nervous at the closeness 

- You're too stressed Y/N. You know what I learned is good for stress?

- N-no. - Your voice was shaky, and you noticed his smile, a very wrong smile that left you weak.

- I think it's better to show than tell. - He barely finished speaking before kissing you, you knew it wasn't just a kiss he wanted to show you.

- I better learn to control my temper.

- No. I prefer you like this, you can continue being this little beast, and I will continue to give you I ask.

What he said made her tremble, not with anger like she normally did, but with anticipation for the next times.

Jay - When you arrived at your apartment, Jay heard you on the phone, complaining to your friend about how needy you were and you got to the point of crying after going out with him, as you had to control your hormones to not grab him.

Pretending not to have heard your conversation he acted normally at first, but when he noticed how distant and upset you seemed he smiled, wondering why.

- You seem upset about something Y/N. - He asked feigning concern. - Did something happen?

- It's nothing Jay, just my thing. - You avoided looking at him. - Just ignore it.

He didn't ignore it, on the contrary, he moved closer to you, he sat so close that you could feel the heat of his body.

You got nervous and tried to get up, but as soon as he noticed you getting up he pulled you, not back to the couch, but onto his lap.

- Maybe I can help you. - He fixed a lock of her hair. - I have a medicine to help with your mood.

- This medicine should contain a warning, because it is an addictive drug. - You told him.

- Well, you can just not “control your hormones and grab me” whenever you want, I'm always willing to medicate you.

You wanted to die when you noticed he heard your call earlier.

Sunghoon - He was worried because you seemed sad for a while, he tried to cheer you up but he didn't know what to do.

- Y/N is there something bothering you? You look sad. Nothing seems to cheer you up.- He said, already upset at not being able to help her.

- The medicine for a whore is to be fucked. - You made a joke like you normally would with your friend. Only when he noticed blushing who realized what he had said. - Oohhhh sorry, I said it without thinking.

You tried to change the subject but it was too late, the thought had already taken over him. When you least expected it, you were surprised with him already on top of you.

- Y/N I want to medicate you. - He no longer seemed like his usual calm friend. It looked hungry, and it was you who would be devoured.

- I accept being medicated. - You responded without being able to think about anything, just what was about to happen.

- This medicine is dangerous. May cause dependence. - You said it without thinking again, a bad habit, but one that brought benefits.

- Don't worry, you can have it whenever you want. - He said smiling, showing his fangs. 

You couldn't resist, you wanted more at that very moment.

Sunoo - When Sunoo arrived at her apartment he was scared to see her crying.

- Noona, what happened to you? - He asked holding your shoulders, analyzing your face.

- Nothing happened, it's idiotic. - You replied, walking away and sitting on the sofa. - Just ignore it, I'll get better soon.

Sunoo stood there for a moment thinking.

- Maybe I can help you. - He said blushing. - Some friends were talking about how they normally cheer up their girlfriends…I know I'm not your boyfriend, but I think I can do this.

Sunoo sat next to you, leaning over you. Your heart racing, in fact you were too needy, that's obvious since you were crying in anger at your despair. And his proximity and actions weren't helping, especially if it was some kind of joke.

- And how do they do it? - You asked, trying to maintain your composure. He was your friend, but you couldn't deny how many times you fantasized about him.

- Guaranteeing a good orgasm. - He whispered in her ear. 

You almost exploded in shock, this wasn't the response you expected from your normally sweet and innocent friend.

And that's exactly what he did. Sunoo managed to improve his mood.

- Normally I don't like to see you cry, but if you want to cry more often, you can always call me.

- Maybe I'll start crying more...

Jungwon - You spent the day upset about something and Jungwon didn't know what else to do to cheer you up. Until he decided to search the internet. The answer he found made him blush, but he liked the idea.

You had gone out to buy some snacks, and when you were about to enter your apartment he gained courage.

- Noona, are you still upset?

- A little. - You responded by closing the door as soon as they entered.

When you turned around you were startled, Jungwon was standing behind you, too close. Before you could think he pushed you against the door.

- I was researching, and I found a way to cheer her up. - He said as his hand ran down her side. - But I need to know if you allow it.

Instead of a response you kissed him, he took it as a yes so he picked you up, with only one thing on his mind which was making you happy.

- Are you still upset? - He asked, now his innocent tone contrasting with what had just happened.

- If I say yes, will you cheer me up again? - You replied smiling for the first time that day.

Ni-Ki - You had a little problem with mood swings, you could be calm and suddenly explode with anger over something small and Ni-ki was the one who usually fell victim to your mood swings.

You were making some snacks when Ni-Ki dropped the dish you had just prepared.

He knew exactly what was coming when you slapped his arm hard, turning it red.

- Look what you did boy. Aaaaah - You were moving away from him when he pulled you back.

- Look what YOU DID. - He pointed to the red mark on his arm.

You rolled your eyes, preparing to curse him, but before you could respond, Ni-Ki lifted you and placed you on the table, leaving you stunned.

- You know, noona, maybe I should teach you how to control your anger. - He said, his lips close to yours.

- Ni-ki what… - You were confused by his actions. - We are friends. 

Even though you said that, you didn't really care, deep down you wanted this for a long time.

- And does it matter? - He said before kissing her.

No, it didn't matter, especially after he gave her the best anger medicine you could imagine.

- I think my arm is going to get a bruise. - He said showing where you hit earlier.

- Your arm Ni-ki? Look how much bruise I got. - You said, hitting him again.

- I think your anger is coming back, will I have to calm you down again?

[genderqueerdykes]

Really appreciate this blog and what it shares. Got into an arguement with someone who was a transfem TIRF (didn’t realize that was even a thing at the time lmao) and it left me feeling really upset due to the both gross ways she’d talked about trans men and the fact that she got a lot of support in the notes. So coming here and seeing in fact most people love and care about us transmascs is nice.

Won’t argue again next time I see an account like that cuz it’s kinda obvious people in those circles are prolly not getting out but yeah.

i am so sorry you had that experience. i'm glad you're advocating for yourself and choosing to not argue with that person again.

i honestly refuse to socialize with a person when i see them be that openly hateful with no attempts to change. i stopped talking to one of my old roommates after he started saying all kinds of transandrophobic shit, shitting on transmascs bodies and calling them gross because he's "gay" and could never be into vaginas or breasts. my ex (trans)gf literally fucking yelled at me for not wanting to be his friend after this. like actually fucking yelled at me numerous times. i asked her if she would be comfortable staying his friend if he was transmisogynistic toward her and told her her body was disgusting, and she said yeah of course, as if somehow that wouldn't cause her pain. nobody gave a flying fuck about how transandrophobia affects transmascs, so i said fuck all of you and stopped being their friends.

there are so many people who have gladly jumped on the rad fem train and it's so sad. that's no way to live your life. that's such a hateful ideology. rad feminism is nothing but hate. it's hate for yourself for being a woman because you equate womanhood to suffering. it's hate for other women because they're not women "right" like you are. it's hate for transmascs and trans men. it's hate for nonbinary people. it's hate for genderfluid people. it's hate for trans, nonbinary, genderqueer, genderfluid, gnc, bi, & pan lesbians. it's hate for butches who are men. for TIRFs in specific, it's hate for other trans people because they're "trans wrong". rad feminism is hatred all the way down no matter how you look at it. rad feminism will never be productive or progressive. it's about wallowing in your misery, mining for sympathy and pity, and crying about how you're powerless and defenseless instead of doing something about it. it's admitting defeat.

as a fellow transmasc, i'm just over it. i'm not gonna stew in self hatred. i had a friend who WAS transmasc who basically forced me to hate myself for being a trans man. always going on and on about how they hated certain transmascs and trans men, how they were "Whiny and entitled"... yikes dude. you can keep hating yourself over there, but i genuinely love being transmasc & a trans man. coming out as a trans man literally saved my fucking life. i was a depressed mess that hated myself before i came out. i've never loved myself more. and if someone else can't love what i love about myself? they're not worth my damn time.

i'm not here to throw transmascs under the bus just to kiss up to transfems to try to look progressive for brownie points. that shit is underhanded and dirty. we can support all trans people at once. we aren't football teams. you don't have to pit random queer identities against one another. we're on the same side. none of us are enemies. none.

thanks for taking the time to stop by! take care of yourself, i'm glad that i could help in any way. i am just OVER people forcing transmascs and trans men to hate themselves and exist solely to talk about trans women and transfems and nothing else. i am just over people making men and mascs feel like shit. it's done. it's over. i'm not participating, and neither are you. pack that shit up into a box, and throw it in the garbage. we're working together whether or not you like it. the only way we get out of this is together. our fight for liberation is NOT a crab bucket- you do NOT have to pull someone else down when you see them rise up and advocate for themselves.

[csphire]

Hopes and dreams I had for Dragon Age 4 that we so did not get.🙃😢

An actual RPG game. Not Nice Guy, Nice Funny Guy, and Nice but Stern Guy. Let us screw up and piss off our companions.

No more dialogue wheel selection bait and switches. "Nooo I didn't mean that. I did not think they would say that! That's not what I thought that choice meant. I meant-fuck! *sighs* ...I guess I'll have to reload." Or more accurately, "That was the mean option? Are you kidding me!"

Letting the player be an asshole. Sometimes, it's just cathartic to punch a character. People in customer service especially need this at the end of a shift. Putting this in games is a public service. We needed more of those kinds of moments beyond the bloody tutorial.

More of our previous choices having an actual impact in DA4. Like the Well of Sorrows I was so certain would bite an Inquisitor in the ass somehow in the future. Like Morrigan with Mythal in her could force the Inqusitor to hurt or even try to kill Solas. So I agonized over that choice. The same goes for who we left in the fade. Honestly, the three or so that carried over I did not see any impact on DAVG at all. Am I wrong?

Who we left in the fade showing up or we find their body. "Where's Hawke?" Yeah... where's Hawke BioWare? Get's Hawke's clothes instead. Well, that's... depressing.

The option to play as the Inquisitor trying to be low profile or as a nobody aka Rook. This way, everyone is happy, right? For a lot of us, the Inquisitor going toe to toe again with Solas was important.

By playing as the Inquisitor we would have had one sweet Dagna-created prostatic arm-not from Bianca because screw her. Also, depending on our class each one would be a little different. Oh, and that prosthetic would also be customizable just like Varric's crossbow and every other weapon in Dragon Age Inquisition. I really thought BioWare would jump to help feature an amputee in an empowering way. True we had Neve but it felt like more of an afterthought to give her a prosthetic that honestly looks uncomfortable as hell.

Open worlds to collect mats, and kill things to craft gear and weapons for our team only better. It would have given us time to breathe and enjoy the scenery. Plus I like doing that kind of tedious shit and if you don't, fine go buy that stuff I guess.

Vendors that will sell us the goods if we got the coin and none of that faction BS.

"Knife ear!" You think at least the venatori would be shouting that at my elf. Nope! I did not feel like my character's race mattered in this game. I don't think Solas over a decade really put the fear of the gods into the North. We all know isms and slavery are bad but putting those things in a game's world helps people realize why they're bad and can even help people feel what it's like to be on the receiving end of such abuses which can help create a thing called empathy.

Blood! Where is the blood? Why is my character not covered in dirt and the gore of their enemies? Don't like that, fair but what about an on-off feature in settings?

Enemies that send chills down my spine. Instead, the ogres and darkspawn made me bust out laughing. I cannot take them seriously, especially the ogres. I see them and think, "Derp a durr... oh I'm an ogre and soooo scardy... rawr."

Dagna... because she's adorable and if any dwarf deserves magic it's her. Or at least let her nerd out, study Lace and help her understand more about her new abilities.

Sandal Cameo at least. Also adorable aaand... ENCHANTMENT!

Our companions can get hurt. I'm starting to think they made them immortal because they knew some of us would let them get hurt on purpose. There are no feelings of concern at all for them going into combat now, no pick-up mechanics it leaves me feeling only more apathetic about them.

Quicker cooldowns on abilities instead of spamming the left mouse button all of the time. And more than two fucking abilities on my hot bar. BioWare... what were you thinking?

Three or more companions traveling with us instead of two. It was the gold standard all throughout the franchise. How are we supposed to get to know them all when limited to-oh right most of them have a personality as deep as a kiddy pool, never mind.

Companions with personalities and problems deeper than kiddy pools. That tension between Cassandra and Varric, Dorrian and Vivienne, Cole and Sera, and so forth was... chief's kiss.

Control of all THREE of our companions traveling with us in combat. Look, I'm a control freak who likes strategy. Combat for the series has always been centered on strategy, pausing, builds, and gear. Am I still bitter that they dropped us to two? ...Yes.

If playing as the Inquisitor you get the option to romance someone new. Especially let us have the option for Lavellan to move on from Solas.

Better-looking hands and body proportions. Why are the heads so damn big? And honestly the hands in failguard genuinely creep me the hell out with tucking the pinkies away all the time. It's weird! Strange hill to die on I know but they just make me cringe and die a little inside.

Romance scenes that would make Larian and BG3 fans blush. This game was always meant for adults. Adults have *gasp* SEX!

Solas not being a total red flag d-bag for killing our favorite dwarf! Run Lavellan Run! You're probably next. And if not him, Bianca is going for your eyes!

Solas being less of a manipulative antagonist twat and/or the player has the ability to be more diplomatic from the start with Solas to get his help. I feel like Solas' character development sorta backtracked by a lot.

Solas once again is a romance option but this time to EVERYONE! That and I wanted to see Lavellan and Solas finally get it on.

They finally let us romance Varric. Oh they did you so dirty, baby... *ugly crying*

A memorable soundtrack that sets off all the feels and is not stuff that's reused from the Inquisition.

Last but not least, where the fuck is our Golden Nug Bioware?

I might add more later, but feel free to add more and comment below!

[canadaxed]

Lucy is an Ancient!.... theory.

you might like this if you: really like the idea of eldritch beings falling in love with some normal ass dude who is totally unaware.

I also posted this all on the Klei forums, which might be easier to read for some people. Click here for that version.

A while ago I posted: "someone remind me to make a post on my theory about Lucy being an Ancient" and I finally got around to it! Feel free to read. It's a long one, but the main timeline for the idea is in the last paragraphs if you want to skip ahead.

Here's the theory now:

Hey gang, I figured I'd post this theory I have. I dunno if anyone else has picked up on it, I didn't find anything myself. I'm gonna try my best to explain why I believe Lucy the Axe could be..... an Ancient!! Like the spirit of the Shadow Maul or Reaper. 

First things first, lets start with Woodie, the scraps of lore we have for him, and what Lucy means to him.

We know that the survivors entering the Constant (at least in the DS era) have a pattern of wanting something, or being emotionally vulnerable- and this is typically what Maxwell preyed on to get them into the Constant. 

In Walter's short, we get a glimpse of Woodie's cabin. He has references to his family being from Scotland in it, various stereotypical Canadian British Columbian Guy decor, two very conspicuous chairs in the main room.... and "Lucy's" outside.

That's right... Woodie never took the physical "Lucy" with him. I put Lucy in quotation marks because we don't know if Lucy was always his axe... or if she was the person that second chair in his home belonged to.

The guy went deep into an uninhabited forest to get away from people, why would he have two chairs in his home right next to each other? Pair this with with how he leaves his red "Lucy" axe outside, rather than having left her on the chair or something like one might if they were romantically invested in something.

Keep this in mind too when considering whether Lucy could’ve been a real person or was always an axe.

Now, putting the pieces we have so far together, one could follow this story pretty easily:  Woodie lost his wife and was reminiscing on memories of her while listening to the radio, which was the prime moment for Maxwell to swoop in with the promise of reuniting them.

Don't Starve fans might be skeptical for a few reasons: DS fans are split pretty evenly between wanting Woodie to be "just some funny guy" and also desperately wanting more information on this mysterious Lumberjack. When you put this theory into perspective, it all feels too easy; or it just feels wrong to completely blow open a huge point in Woodie's lore that is otherwise kept close to Klei's chest. 

Secondly, somewhat related to the first point: Klei's got plans in motion for their lore. The idea of even the gameplay of the world is that you start out knowing nothing, and slowly, SLOWLY, you gain more information. Even then, though, the game becomes more complex and deep. Essentially the team's been doing the same thing with their lore. Whether they only had a loose idea at the beginning and are now really hitting the road running with the direction they want to go in terms of lore, or if they always had an idea for it: they've been giving us glimpses of it over the past... 12 years? We've never gotten the full picture even after all this time, all these shorts and expansions. And each new bit of lore that gets revealed, there's another complexity added to it. Again, people might be thinking "this is just too easy a conclusion to come to, I could've thought of that." 

They might just really be banking on Woodie's general obscurity in relation to the main story as a way to give him a lot of interesting tidbits that people won't immediately dissect.

Thirdly: I'm just one person posting something on the internet. I could just be way too much of a fan of Woodie and reading too much into all this. And I could totally be wrong or be wrong about some things and right about others. Either way, I don't anticipate getting any answers from Klei for a long time if at all, which only adds to skepticism. 

(If you ask me, Don't Starve and its short animations/puzzles/lore drops are begging to be nitpicked.)

So lets back-track a little and talk about why Klei might've decided to drop so much potential, very vital Woodie lore in this one short. (AKA: the Woodie Tangent part of this theory thread, cus I love him)

If you've seen the short animations on Youtube, you might go to the comment sections here and there to get a general community consensus on them or the character. The comments are overwhelmingly positive and a lot praise how the lore is being handled. 

Then you get to Woodie's very own animated short.... 

If you've seen it, you know it's a silly animation where Woodie , in the Constant (unlike other shorts til then), is chopping trees and gets attacked by a tree guard. He uses his three wereforms to fight it, and overall its a pretty fun time. The comments are mostly positive, but a lot expressed disappointment in not getting any more lore about Woodie. He's a very mysterious character, even despite having one of the longer character bios in the game. 

So, eventually Walter comes along. A young boy from Canada, part of a boy scouts troop, really into monsters. If the developers didn't have Woodie in mind when making Walter, they ended up becoming very intertwined character and story-wise anyway. Klei being the cheeky devils they are, decided that if people wanted Woodie lore so bad, they'd get it.... via Walter's short. We only get a few glimpses at background things (we might've even got a hint that Woodie lives on vancouver island) but to Klei, that's enough. Clearly we've gotta do something with what we got. 

But even Walter's short didn't give us enough for full answers to anything.

Let's move on and get to the real stuff: Lucy, Maxwell, and the Ancients.

The Ancients in Don't Starve lore refers to a powerful society of bug people that existed in the Constant long, long ago. They went extinct because of their over-reliance on nightmare fuel, which brought them from famine and gave them great magic and technology that allowed them to live in a bustling utopia, for a while.

We see an ancient in the metaphysical "flesh" in Hamlet as the Ancient Herald. We also know that the spirits that embody such weapons as the Shadow Maul or Shadow Reaper were once ancients, and their souls were probably in the pure horror/dark tatters used to create those items. 

Anyway, the reason why they matter in this instance is because the only other living, talking tools we know about in the game are the Shadow Maul and Shadow Reaper, who both happen to have special dialogue for Woodie. They’re possessive over him, and jealous of and particularly spiteful towards Lucy. They’re also made with dark magic, unsurprisingly, and that’ll come into play later in terms of my theory for Lucy’s existence. I’m noting now that the Shadow Reaper/Maul and Lucy all have a nonchalance about them and are eager to be used. Also, that they all feature red prominently in their designs.

As fun as I find all these personality similarities though, we won’t talk about them much. Here are these comparisons for the hell of it:

Shadow Reaper quote:   "We make a good team, no matter how you ssssslice it." Lucy quote:   “We make a good team!"

Shadow Maul quote:   "Ch- cho- chop. CHOP!"   "Ch- chop tree... CHOP TREE!"   "CHOP! CHOP! CHOP!" Lucy quote:   "Chop chop chop. Heh."   "Chop, c-c-chop!"

Also on this point of Lucy being a magical item, remember how she will always disappear in the world if Woodie’s gone too long and be replaced by a normal axe. If Woodie tries to use any normal axe that isn’t her, she immediately disappears from where she was last dropped and poofs right into Woodie’s hands in place of that axe.

Alongside this, typically you can only carry/have one Lucy at a time, and she does have special dialogue if you can somehow hold another one.

So, we’ve established the similarity between the talking items. Keep in mind that its established now that inhabitants of the Constant can summon the souls of the Ancients to be used as objects with dark magic.

Moving on…

Its safe to say Maxwell couldn’t manipulate too much beyond the confines of the Constant and his portals and the radios, like we see with him needing Willow and Wilson’s help.

He also can’t seem to drag anyone into the Constant whose name doesnt start with W. Also, whenever Maxwell “fulfills a wish” in order to get a survivor into the Constant, it always comes with a twist. (If Woodie didnt want anything new or different from his current life, he wouldn’t have been lured in. If Woodie just wanted his axe to actually talk to him, he wouldn’t just be given that no strings attached. If Woodie wanted someone back and was promised they’d be in the Constant, why not turn them into his axe, which as a lumberjack he’s metaphorically married to?)

The possibility of Maxwell dragging Lucy’s spirit into the world alongside Woodie is feasible, considering Wendy and Abigail’s situation. But if that were the case, then why not let her stay as a spirit attached to Woodie, rather than having to construct an entirely new form of axe? Because remember, Woodie didn’t bring his real axe into the Constant with him.

You could argue: “because he’s bored. Lol.” and to that i say….. Yeah true lol. Work with me here! 

Here’s another potential point towards Lucy’s spirit being brought in with Woodie: Wendy’s quotes for Woodie often refer to Lucy, and how Abigail favours her. 

But keep in mind that this (Wendy/Abigail recognising a spirit in Lucy) only tells us that there IS a presence in Lucy. Also, considering Winona’s short, I think it’s safe to assume that Abigail might only be able to exist in the Constant because of her flower somehow being tethered to its magic. Lucy wouldn’t have had that.

Alongside that, Maxwell’s quote for examining Lucy:   "Ah. How have you been, Lucy?"

He knows there IS something in the axe and appears familiar with her

So…

Let’s rule out a few other ideas for Lucy’s existence real quick (just in terms of this theory… because i still love these interpretations): 

Lucy being purely in woodie’s mind: then other characters wouldn’t think much about her, Maxwell wouldn’t speak to her so familiarly or as a real person. Even if the magic going into the DST world made her able to speak, Maxwell would be more likely to show surprise at her sentience (its something new that happened after his reign) 

Lucy only existing because Woodie willed her into existence on arrival into the Constant: See above, Maxwell wouldn’t be so familiar with her. Plus, putting together the pieces of woodie having left his real-world fire axe outside his house while he was spending his down time inside, we can assume that woodie in the real world didnt have the same deep connection to his axe. If he could will something into existence, why not have it be the real person he was missing that he wouldve shared that chair with?

Lets start wrapping this up.. Cus I’m no good at writing coherently in long-form.

Here’s what I think could be the potential timeline of events for this theory, putting all the pieces together: 

Maxwell needs to lure a depressed, possibly mourning Woodie into the Constant and promises him he’ll reunite him with his partner, Lucy. Her spirit’s not tethered to the real world anymore (because unlike Abigail, she didn’t have that odd flower) and Maxwell can’t manipulate the world outside of the Constant to that degree- but he has a lot of power inside of the Constant. He calls upon the spirit of an Ancient, seemingly the only spirits that can be returned to a level of sapience, with dark magic of which he’s especially adept, and forges its spirit into that of a special axe.

Then, either he imbues the axe with Woodie’s memories or the axe/eldritch powers-that-be gain them in their own way (think Maria from Silent Hill,) and upon Woodie’s passage to The Constant, he receives her. 

As far as Woodie’s concerned, he’s gotten everything he needs, and takes his existence in The Constant without much disdain. As for Lucy, her old Ancient spirit is happy to be alive again and feeding off living beings (trees). It takes getting used-to to be an entirely new “person”, but she gets the hang of it. She’s clingy and codependent because he’s her source of fuel, but quickly forms a bond with him and ends up caring about his wellbeing, to the point of helping his survival in the DST era. Woodie is blissfully unaware and thriving.

....

Alright, thanks for reading! I know it was a lot. Feel free to discuss. I love Woodie and Lucy. I'm sure I missed a few things, like maybe how Lucy knows about Woodie's wereform cycle with the moons and when his beaverness gets low (the moon thing could be a reference to how the Ancients worshipped "Alter"/Them, and the beaverness thing could just be her dark magic picking up on his curse) ... or how Lucy is very picky with other survivors and very sure of herself/forward/brash like the other sentient items, but those are more of a stretch.

[lukeynewtssimp]

“Luke has no idea what he is doing. He needs a new team.” -🤡

Let’s address the angry people who think they know what is best for Luke 🙄

If people bothered to actually listen to what Luke has said in all his interviews and the different podcasts he’s been on, half of the crazy rumours about him would be dead and you’d actually realise that everything he is doing right now is true to himself and true to what he’s told us he wanted. A couple of examples:

“Luke is not doing enough, he needs more followers. He needs to get brand deals, etc.” - WRONG! He is actually doing everything he needs to do to live the life that HE wants, not the one YOU want for him. He told us so many times how his ideal life is a quiet one, where he can live in a small Italian town and just travel for work when necessary to do things he actually is passionate about and loves. He told us too how he really loves that he still can go to his local coffee shop or barber shop and not be bothered by anyone and just be treated like any other normal person. And he’s doing just that right now. He has a non-famous girlfriend with whom he can go out freely without feeling a million eyes on them. He’s only attending the events that he actually wants to attend without bothering with gaining popularity because, if you are actually talented, which he is, and you’ve got a good agent, you’ll get the projects that you actually want. He’s not living his life to please us. Would I personally love to see him engage with us more on socials? Absolutely, but that would be selfish of me. He does not need to do anything more than what he is doing to get where he wants and he knows that. Oh and btw pretty much nothing that he does is “calculated” or has some type of agenda behind it.

“Luke is engaged to Antonia and proposed to her on Christmas day!” - WRONG! He’s actually said out loud in the Still Watching - Bridgerton Podcast in June that he does not want marriage any time soon. He was talking about Colin and Pen’s marriage and he literally said “no thank you!”

[pumpkinpenguin]

okay so i was talking to my sister abt this but i'm kind of heated over it now and must share it with the 10 of u that i keep in my echo chamber

i love evil 2012 donnie aus. he's such a creechur and i think he should be able to commit crimes. as a treat.

however.

i HATE evil donnie aus where he's emotionless and/or turns on his brothers.

donnie is emotionally driven and he doesn't hide what he's feeling. excitement, anger, sadness; if he's feeling it you'll know he's feeling it. a lot of his mistakes/the trouble he gets into is because he's having an emotional outburst of some kind or he's thinking with his heart over his head. he's also incredibly anxious and high strung. if something goes wrong it could ruin his whole day. if donnie were to be evil and not hold back anymore, he'd be the most unhinged villain ever with emotions that switch faster than a spirit box surfing through radio channels, and they'd be intense as well. this could be said for rise donnie as well, to be honest, and there's a conversation to be had there about autistic characters who are awkward and standoffish getting turned into emotionless and stoic villains, but that's not what i'm here to talk about atm.

when it comes to why he would snap, i think it would probably have to do with feeling rejected by humanity. donnie didn't ask to be the way that he is, a mutant turtle, but he's punished for it anyway. it's probably hard for him to rationalize. a big part of his character is his insecurity about being a mutant, which is also part of the reason i think he tries so hard to get april's affections. i DO NOT condone his behavior towards april, but it does kind of prove my point here. april rejecting him, to him, confirms that he'll never be accepted by humans. again, not april's fault at all and obviously she doesn't care that donnie is a mutant, she just doesn't like him that way. but like i said, donnie is emotionally driven and it would be very easy to spiral into that line of thinking. some people say that his brothers not appreciating him or asking too much of him would make him snap, hence why they have evil donnie turn against his bros. but i don't think thag would make him evil? to donnie, his brothers are all he has. they annoy him and pick on him and get a little too entitled to his tech skills, but i doubt he'd ever be motivated to hurt them. and if, IF, by some small chance he'd turn on his bros, leo is going first LMAO

raph teases donnie a lot and says mean things sometimes, but at the end of the day, i feel like he's still closer to raph than leo. not only that, but leo is one of the main contributors to donnie's stress. there's a problem? donnie, fix it. make some invention for the team. work harder. don't you know we're all counting on you? you know how much this means to splinter. don't even get me started on the metalhead situation. leo is on screen more often than not telling donnie what he can and can't do. not to mention he can be kind of a hypocrite sometimes. he judges donnie for his obsession with april, but he's just as obsessed with karai, more often than not putting his brothers in danger for her time and time again. i hate leorai with a passion but i cannot deny that it gets brought up in the show frequently. even if you ignore the romantic implications, i would still argue that leo is a hypocrite in this situation. also, through subtext, we can kind of infer that donnie and raph are closer than donnie and leo. i also feel like raph gets got first in these aus because there's an inherent bias against his character within the fandom, but i have a video essay in the works for that.

but again, if anyone were to be the victim of villain donnie's wrath, it'd be humanity. ESPECIALLY after the don vizioso thing (which is ANOTHER thing leo is hypocritical about??? "meh meh meh donnie killing ppl is bad ur stooping to their level meh meh meh" *literally TWO OR THREE EPISODES PRIOR decapitates shredder and carves his skull from his helmet* ?????!?!?!??!!?) he'd grow frustrated with how he can't do normal things. he's punished for something he has no control over. he feels alienated. why not give them the monster people think he is?

obviously ppl can write what they want, but so can i lmao. i usually don't care if something is OOC (it's funny a lot of times tbh), especially in something like a villain au, but when it comes to the turtle bros hurting each other?? that's the one thing i CANNOT stand 💀 of course i'm not telling ppl to stop writing it, but these are just my thoughts! lol i tend to avoid those fics/aus like the plague bc of what i'm personally comfortable with but!!!! i can see how they're fun to explore

i'll probably reblog later with an evil donnie WIP i haven't touched in three months when i have my laptop on me 👍

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A Royal Romance - Teaser 2

Author Note: So, the second teaser is here and I promise I will post the fic soon and it's going to be a LONG one. comment if you want to be added to the tag list. Let me know of all of your thoughts, feelings and even suggestions. Please note that this is just a small part of the fic, if it looks like it's a normal meet cute romance, it is not, it's a twisted royal romance.

Genre: Romance, Angst, Love Triangle, lots and lots of romance

Warnings: Mentions of smoking and drinking

Link to my masterlist if you want to check out my other stuff : here

In no time they’re pulling closer to the property and Jungkook has definitely been selling them short because theirs is a massive modern home with gardens all around, it’s gorgeous even in this evening light.

“Is there lipstick on my teeth?” ___ asks as Jungkook comes around to open the door for her, she flashes her a toothy smile but he just nods as he smiles. ___ can’t help but think back on the day Jungkook meet her parents, an event that happened over a month ago but still very clearly on her mind.

Unlike her family, his are waiting right by the door and warmly greet them as they walk closer, hand in hand. She’s a bit glad to see Nari and Jin, at least some familiar faces. There are hugs and more hugs even before they go in and all this warmness is unfamiliar to her.

“So glad to finally meet you your royal highness” Mrs Kim finally greets her properly as they find their way into the living room. “Please, call me ___” ___ asks and Mrs Kim chuckles as she looks at Jungkook.

“Jungkook called us to make sure we understood the greeting protocol, he was so insistent on it” She shares and ___ glares at Jungkook who immediately walks closer to them.

“I messed up the royal protocol the way we met your family, I didn’t want to make the same mistake again” he explains. “That’s because the royal family is just a bunch of jackasses who take pleasure in teasing people on messing up the royal protocol” ___ jokes and the room erupts into laughter.

“Now, ___ lets make our way to the dining room before my husband starts talking to you about politics on an empty stomach” Mrs Kim jokes as she leads the entire family and ___ definitely hears Jungkook tell his father to abstain from anything political.

The large wooden table is beautifully set, but unlike the extravagant, meticulously arranged state dinners she’s used to, this feels… lived-in. A few mismatched serving dishes, a folded napkin slightly out of place—it’s warm, inviting, and utterly unfamiliar to her.

“I hope you’re hungry,” Mrs. Kim says as she starts passing around dishes. “I wanted to make something fancy, but Jungkook told me that you enjoy homemade Korean food more” she shares and ___ turns to look at Jungkook with a sweet smile, he truly is so observant.

“Eat up, dear,” Mrs. Kim tells ___, nudging a plate of japchae toward her. “I have a feeling you’re also someone who forgets to eat when things get busy.” She says as she pointedly looks at Jungkook, there is clearly some back story there.

Jungkook smiles as he takes a small sip of his soup. “She is.” ___ blinks, surprised he even knows that about her. She clears her throat, focusing on serving herself. “You’re not wrong,” she admits. “My assistant practically schedules my meals into my day.”

Nari leans forward, intrigued. “That sounds exhausting. Do you ever just… sneak away?”

Jungkook laughs. “Oh, she does. Her security team nearly lost their minds the last time she snuck out between royal duties to get a snack”

___ shakes her head, feeling an odd mix of amusement and something else she can’t quite name. “It’s not that dramatic.” “You were nearly tackled outside a convenience store” Jungkook shares with a raised eyebrow.

Mrs. Kim smiles warmly. “Well, when you’re here, you don’t have to disappear at all. You can just be.”

___ looks up, caught off guard by the kindness in those words. It’s a simple thing to offer, but it’s rare—so rare that she doesn’t quite know what to do with it. She exhales softly, then nods. “That… means a lot. Thank you.”

The conversation moves along, the moment slipping away from one topic to another. Jungkook effortlessly redirects the attention, nudging the conversation toward a light hearted debate about his teenage years. Jin insists he was a handful, while Jungkook adamantly denies any wrongdoing.

Laughter spills through the room, warmth pressing in from all sides. The food is rich, the company richer, and for once, she’s not a princess, not a figurehead, not a symbol.

She’s just… ___, sitting at a dinner table, surrounded by people who don’t expect anything from her other than to simply be.

___ lets out a deep sigh as she takes a seat on the bed. It’s been a long night of lots of food and one too many desserts. Jungkook does the same as her as he takes a seat on a chair across her. Jungkook was so wrapped up with her meeting his family that he didn’t have the time to dwell on the fact that they have to stay in the same room and sleep on the same bed. He only realised that when she fell back on the bed with exhaustion.

“Do you think they liked me?” ___ asks as she focuses on the ceiling. “My father was showing you his collection of vintage books, he only does that with people he likes” Jungkook comments as he leans back in the chair, it’s been a particularly tough week at work, he still has some work to get done.

“And your mother?” “She asked you to be just you, that’s a good sign?” Jungkook isn’t enterly sure himself, his mother is always warm and welcoming to new people, plus none of his girlfriends have met her before so he isn’t sure what a good sign is.

“That was her being polite, god this dress is suffocating me” ___ complaints as she stands up and starts rummaging through her duffle bag.

“So, about the sleeping situation,” Jungkook interrupts as she’s taking out multiple pouches of god knows what, all he notices is how they all match.

“I can take the floor, it’s better for my back anyway” Jungkook offers and ___ scoffs as she takes her pouch of skincare to the bathroom. “That is ridiculous, we can just share the bed, it’s massive”

“Are you sure?” “Yes, now help me with this zipper because all designers make dresses with these impossible zips and I’m going to twist my arm one of these days” Jungkook stands awkwardly by the bed, unsure of how to proceed. The tension from earlier still lingers, but now it's mixed with the absurdity of the situation. He watches as ___ struggles with the zipper, twisting her body in weird angles to get a grip.

“Here,” Jungkook says, clearing his throat, and steps closer. He gently pulls the zipper down, careful not to catch her skin. ___ watches him through the mirror as she holds the dress tight. The playfulness from the dinner now long gone and the awkwardness back.

“I’ll just take a quick shower then you can, um” “Yes of course, take your time” Jungkook breaks away, taking a few steps back and closing the door behind him.

Jungkook doesn’t look up immediately, pretending to focus on the screen in front of him, though his mind is clearly elsewhere. The sound of the bathroom door creaking open catches his attention, and he glances over just as ___ walks back in. The scent of her skincare products and the lingering fragrance of her shower fill the air, and he swears for a moment, he forgets how to breathe.

She moves to the bed with quiet steps, slipping under the covers without saying a word. Her back is to him, the soft rustle of the sheets the only sound between them.

He’s fascinated with all the skincare products that she left, products that read weird. He forces himself to take a quick shower, brush his teeth and steal some of her moisturizer, hoping she won’t mind.

The room’s dark now, all the blinds drawn as Jungkook finally slips into bed. Work can wait for tomorrow. He gingerly slips into the bed, trying his best to not the duvet too much, not wanting to disturb an already asleep ___.

For a few moments, he simply lies there, staring at the ceiling in the dim light that filters in from outside. His mind races, though he knows he should be focusing on sleep. He can’t help but think of how unusual this whole situation is—sharing a bed with someone who isn’t just a colleague or a friend, but someone he’s been thrust into this strange dynamic with. A royal. And now, in this quiet, intimate space, he’s more aware of her than ever.

He shifts slightly, trying to find a comfortable position without disturbing her. The bed is far too big for just one person, but the closeness is still jarring. He can feel the weight of her presence even with the distance between them.

He wonders if she’s asleep, truly asleep, or if she’s just pretending to be, maybe just as self-conscious as he is. He’s facing her back and somewhere during staring at her navy-blue pyjamas, sleep catches up with him.

Light is softly filtering into the room as the cotton curtains move with the motion of wind. ___ flutters her eyes open and she’s surprised by Jungkook’s face a mere inches away from hers. Her breath catches in her throat as she blinks, her still-sleepy mind struggling to process the sight before her. Jungkook, completely at ease in sleep, his dark lashes resting against his cheek, his breathing slow and steady. She hadn’t expected them to drift this close overnight.

Their arms faintly touched each other yet it felt awfully intimate. ___’s focused on the moles oh his face, this may be the first time she’s noticed them.

Carefully, she slips out the bed, hoping he sleeps a little bit longer because just can’t take the suffocating awkwardness that comes in when it’s just two of them. The sound of shower doesn’t wake Jungkook up, neither the time ___ curses out loud when he almost drops her concealer, but the sound of the door shutting behind her does wake him up.

“Oh my god these are beautiful, how did you pick up this skill?” Jungkook hears his mothers voice as he walks down the stairs. “I used to work as a barista in college, my mother wanted us to work in service jobs because she thinks it’s an essential skill” ___ answers and Jungkook leans against the kitchen counter as he watches ___ show her how to make beautiful latte art.

“Plus back then, we were just a normal family living in New York and I was Sarah and not ___” she turns away to place the cup of coffee on the table, it’s then when she notices Jungkook looking at her very intently, a very toned, no shirt wearing Jungkook with all his tattoos showing.

Her breath catches for a split second before she quickly looks away, focusing on anything—anything—other than the fact that Jungkook is standing there like that.

Mrs. Kim, completely unfazed, takes a sip of her coffee and hums in delight. “Well, Sarah,” she teases lightly, “you have a real talent. If you ever get tired of being royal, you can open a café”

“I’ve always wanted to open a café, and have an entire wall dedicated to the cups I collect” ___ turns away to clean the machine, but also because she can’t look at Jungkook right now.

“And have a pottery studio in there too, or a library? A place people come to not just for coffee” ___ shares as she rinses the milk pitcher and Jungkook goes around the kitchen looking for some fruit. He stops right by ___ as he peels himself a banana.

“Where are those cups, I didn’t see them at your place?” Jungkook asks with curiosity and ___ looks up, focusing on looking at him and just his face, and not his very intricate sleeve of tattoo.

“They’re still in storage” ___ answers and Jungkook nods with a mouthful of fruit. “Is that my shirt?” Jungkook mumbles quietly and Mrs Kim watches the two of them from the breakfast nook.

“Yes, I forgot to pack a top and I checked to see that there was still a shirt for your suit later” ___ had a mini panic attack when the realisation struck her this morning, she should never pack in a rush.

Jungkook chews thoughtfully, his gaze flickering to the oversized shirt that’s tucked into her jeans. First the jacket and now the shirt, his clothes look better on her.

“I usually go for a run in the mornings, but if you—” he gestures vaguely, “—want me to stick around, I can.” She chuckles, stirring her coffee lazily. “I think I’ll survive without you for an hour.”

“Are you sure?” He tilts his head, smirking. “What if your latte art fails without my moral support?” “Then I’ll suffer in silence.”

Jungkook chuckles, taking a few steps away, “Alright, your highness, don’t miss me too much.” “I won’t,” she deadpans, taking another sip.

But as she watches him stretch, his toned arms flexing, tattoos shifting with every movement, she suddenly wonders if she should’ve told him to stay. Not because she needs him around—definitely not—but because the house feels just a little too big, a little too unfamiliar, without him in it.

The decorators as busy setting up the lawn for the party, a tasteful decoration of flowers and lights, everything has silver themes, it’s a silver anniversary celebration after all. ___ and Nari follow around Mr Kim as he points out a few things that need changing, how the tables should be set up, how the floral arrangements should have more white roses, and how the lighting needs to be slightly dimmer to create a warmer ambiance.

“I swear he’s more stressed about this party than mom,” Nari whispers to ___, and she stifles a laugh. Mr. Kim is meticulously adjusting a centrepiece himself now, unsatisfied with the way the flowers are arranged.

“It has to be perfect,” he mutters, stepping back to observe the table setting. “Twenty-five years isn’t a small thing.” As she trails behind, watching Mr. Kim continue his inspection, she feels a familiar presence beside her.

“Having fun listening to my father bitch and moan about table setting” Jungkook whispers painfully close to her ear as he hands her a glass of something, also one to Nari.

“Is this going to make me throw up?” ___ asks with genuine concern and Jungkook chuckles remembering the events from a few days ago. “It’s coconut water” Jungkook answers as his father walks away to discuss some things with the people setting up the lights, he might just go up the ladder and do things his way.

“He had a whole presentation made for my 12th birthday, it was so intense, there were several briefings” Jungkook shares and ___ is starting to understand this very loving family, they do actually care.

“For your wedding, make sure he never gets the number of your wedding planner, mine was in tears and snots by the ceremony because of him” Nari comments casually and the two of them tense up immediately.

Jungkook awkwardly, and ___ nearly chokes on her drink. “Oh, I—uh—” ___ starts, glancing at Jungkook, who looks equally blindsided.

Nari blinks at their reactions before realization dawns on her face. “Oh. Right. You two aren’t—” She waves a hand. “Forget I said anything.”

There’s a brief, tense silence. Then Jungkook, ever the professional deflector, clears his throat. “Well, now I have to know. What did he do to your wedding planner?” “How do you not know that, you slept with that wedding planner?” Nari speaks with an accusatory tone and Jungkook is regretting this deflection.

“Let’s get you girls inside, the heat is making the pregnant lady say stupid things” Jungkook glares at Nari who’s clearly showing now as he somehow dodges this.

“So, I met my husband in college, we were college sweethearts and god was it wonderful to be young, broke and in college” Mrs speaks into the mic as she addresses the entire party.

Jungkook’s mother smiles fondly, looking toward her husband as she continues, “We had nothing but cheap takeout, late-night library dates, and dreams bigger than our wallets.”

The crowd chuckles, and Mrs Kim continues talking, “She was the smart one. I was just the guy who carried her books” Mr Kim chimes in and the crowd erupts into laughter.

Onstage, Mrs Kim’s voice softens. “We got married 25 years ago, and everyone tend to focus on the wedding, but we have always focused on our marriage and god has it been a ride. We got years of partnership, love, support and plenty of arguments about the right way to wash dishes”

“But through every argument, every challenge, and every change life threw at us, there was never a moment I doubted us. Because we built something real. Something strong.” She stops talking for a second as she places a hand on her husband’s shoulder.

“Something worth fighting for” The room quiets for a beat, the weight of their words settling in.

___ shifts slightly, suddenly hyperaware of Jungkook’s presence beside her. She sneaks a glance at him, but his gaze is locked on his parents, his expression unreadable.

“The marriage has given us a lifetime of joy and happiness, our two wonderful sons, who are so impossibly in love with their partners and god did they learn the right things from their father” The crowd chuckles warmly at Mrs Kim’s words, and Jungkook’s expression softens, his eyes flickering briefly toward ___.

“This morning, I really noticed my sons, my eldest, who has a kid on the way won’t even let her wife pick up a spoon, his eyes are fixed on her pregnant wife, and that is exactly how my husband was with me” she shares and Jin is red with a blush and Nari reaches over to peck his cheeks.

“And my youngest, he went on a run this morning and picked flowers for her on his way back, completely butchered my flower bushes but they’re in love, I can’t be mad” The room falls into a warm, affectionate silence as Mrs. Kim’s words sink in. Jungkook’s face goes a shade darker, and he awkwardly scratches the back of his neck, clearly trying to hide the embarrassment.

“You know, I really didn’t mean to mess up the bushes,” he mumbles, his voice sheepish. "They looked perfect in the moment..."

A ripple of laughter runs through the crowd, and ___ can’t help but smile. ___ looks over at him, his disarming charm now tempered by the soft blush on his cheeks. It’s a side of him she hadn’t quite seen before—vulnerable, a little unsure, but still endearing.

Mrs. Kim beams at him. “And that’s exactly how you know it’s real love. When you do something ridiculous but it still counts because it’s for the person you care about. That is what my husband has been with me for the last wonderful 25 years”

“So, to our wonderful years and to many more to come, cheers!”

The party simmers down as the night goes on, the music switching from classic jazz to romantic ballads. Jin and Nari left a long time ago, something about nausea and the parents are off talking to some guests so once again, it’s ___ and Jungkook by themselves.

“I saw you getting cornered by my aunt, I hope there weren’t any invasive questions” Jungkook speaks up as he takes a sip of his wine, ___ chuckles as she takes a long sip herself.

“Lots, but she still wasn’t impressed, she thinks you can do better” ___ isn’t entirely joking as she leans back in her chair, feeling his arm around her chair. “There is no universe where there is a possibility of me doing better than you, if it was not for your father intervening, I would have fumbled you, horribly”

It’s when Jungkook says things like this when her heart truly aches, the reality of the situation hits her right in the face, no matter how in love they act, at the end of the day, it’s an act.

“I really should get going, Namjoon will drive me back to the city” Jungkook’s smile falters at her words, and he straightens up slightly, his arm still lingering on the back of her chair. The playful tone he had moments ago fades into something more uncertain, more cautious. "You don’t have to leave yet, I can drive you in the morning”

“I am a member of the royal advisory board that is planning the funeral service for Eugene, Yuri and the late king and queen, it’s been five years already” Jungkook’s expression shifts as he processes her words, his brow furrowing.

“Let me walk you out at least, say good bye to my parents, shield you from any other invasive questions from my aunt” Jungkook offers as he stands up, he also offers his hand while ___ takes gladly.

Namjoon is waiting right by the car, all ready for her to leave. “You did amazing by the way, better than I did with your parents” Jungkook says in an attempt to cheer her up, but he also means it, very deeply.

“Thank you, I had a full-blown panic attack about this in my apartment before you picked me up” ___ shares and Jungkook laughs, the kind where the smile reaches his eyes. “The remnants of which were seen in my car, you definitely need to cut back on your candy intake”

___ laughs as she crosses her arms, leaning against the car, “Why should I listen to you?” “Well, I am your pretend boyfriend after all, I’m just looking out for you. Your health, your candy intake, and all that” his tone is joking but this is all too heavy to him.

___ raises an eyebrow, not missing the subtle shift in his tone. She knows exactly what he's trying to do—keep things casual, keep the distance. "Your pretend boyfriend, huh? Then why does it feel like you're starting to sound a little too invested?"

Jungkook gives a tight smile, trying to shake off any thought that strays too far from the boundaries of their arrangement. "Nope, no confusion here. Just doing my job."

___ laughs, more for herself than for him. "Right. Your job." She pulls herself off the car, the air between them thick with the kind of unsaid things that neither of them dares to voice. "Well, you should get back to that job then, since I’m good to go now."

Jungkook nods, his expression neutral, even though something about the way she says it makes the conversation feel more real than it should. "Yeah. Of course."

The moment hangs there, the weight of their unspoken understanding heavy in the air. This is just an arrangement. Nothing more. Neither of them can afford to forget that.

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✦ I See Us, Chapter One ✦

The one where it begins.

   “Hey baby boy, how are you doing?”

   “Hi momma! Guess what I got to do!”

   “What did you get to do, Lo?”

   “I got to drive a kart! I want super fast and- and I didn’t even hit the wall!”

   “That’s amazing, baby! Did you tell Uncle Lucas thank you?” 

   “Uh huh! Are you going to come with us next time?”

   “Of course baby, I promise.”

   “Thank you momma!”

   “Of course baby.”

   “And here comes our Williams racing team, Alex Albon and Logan Sargeant! Sargeant will be starting P16 while Albon starts P13.” The announcer’s voice boomed across the circuit, people in stands cheering before the race even started.

   “How are you feeling, Lilli? Excited to see your boy in the first race of the season?” Lilli looked to her side, Elias giving her a wide smile. She smiles back, though it’s more tense than anything.

   “I’m excited for him of course, but nervous.” Elias laughs, grabbing her hand and giving it a little shake.

   “As expected! But don't worry, he’ll be fine.” Lilli can only shake her head. But, she puts her trust in Logan, and by extension, Elias.

   “Mate, there is an absolute killer of a woman in the Williams garage! Have you seen her?” Oscar looks up at his teammate, whose eyes are glued to the screen in front of them. The TV showed into the Williams team garage, and off to the side he could see a tall brunette talking with what looked like Elias Huhtunen.

   “Oh, yeah, I’ve seen her,” Oscar responds, the audible smile on his face making Lando turn his head.

   “What’s the smile for? You know her?”

   “Oh,” he laughs, “I know her all right. You’ll find out later.” Oscar walks away, leaving a confused Lando calling after him. 

   “Oi, what do you mean by that?!”

   Cheers fill the garage as their respective drivers enter, Lillianna and Elias hanging to the side as the team congratulates their drivers. Logan pulls his helmet off, balaclava next, and makes a beeline to the two.

   “Look at you! First points of the season, and as a rookie!” Elias yells, grabbing Logan and practically throwing him in the air as they hug. Logan lets out a shout, followed by a sweet laugh that has Lilli’s eyes watering.

   “Momma, I did it!” And then there’s tears on her face as Elias puts Logan down, and he practically tackles her.

   “You did baby, you did so well.” She lifts his head from where it’s buried in her neck, his hands coming over hers as she cups his face. “My baby boy, you did so well and I’m so proud of you.” 

   And it’s like the world has decided to forgive anything she ever did wrong. Lillianna stands with her son, a grown man of 22, as he celebrates his first race as a Formula One driver. From carting in Miami, streaming down side streets in a golf cart in Fort Lauderdale, to one of the biggest tracks in the world.

   “I made it, momma,” Logan whispers, just loud enough for Lilli to hear it. His face is red and there’s unshed tears in his eyes, and the sweetest smile stretching across his face. Lilli smiles back, placing a kiss on his forehead.

   “You did baby, you’ve made it so far, and I’m so proud of you.”

This feels like a bad chapter but I promise it gets better, just stick with me please!!!

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My Girl Only Breaks Her Favorite Toys || Alexia Putellas

Pairing: Alexia Putellas x Lionesses Girlfriend!Reader

Summary: Where sometimes a breakup wasn't just about a lack of trust, but rather the constant breaking of promises.

Note: Chapter inspired by My Boy Only Breaks His Favorite Toys by Taylor Swift! (English is not my first language!)

Warning: Mention of Neglect and Possible Angst!

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The silence in the apartment had never felt so deafening.

Y/n dropped her suitcase by the door, feeling the tension weigh down on her shoulders. The familiar scent of Alexia—a soft mix of lavender and something that always reminded her of home—was gone. No jackets carelessly thrown over the couch, no cleats resting by the entrance, no sign that this was still a home shared by two people.

Maybe, deep down, it wasn’t anymore.

She let out a long sigh, running her hands over her face. She had played for the English national team that night, crossed the continent to come home, only to be met with the same emptiness as always. Alexia wasn’t there. Again.

For the thousandth time, Y/n tried to convince herself that their schedules were demanding, that sometimes missing each other was inevitable. But the truth was, when something matters, you find a way. And she always had. Alexia, on the other hand, seemed less and less willing to do the same.

She opened the fridge, already knowing what she would find. Nothing fresh, nothing new. The coffee she had made before leaving was still untouched in the corner, and the water bottles Alexia always drank from were in the exact same spot. She hadn’t been home since Y/n had left.

The weight of that realization hit her all at once.

It was a story nearly two years in the making. A beautiful story of support, of genuine love. But it was also a story filled with broken promises, empty excuses, and absences that only grew more frequent.

And Y/n finally realized she didn’t want to live like this anymore.

The following days felt like a loop. Alexia came home late, left early. When they were together, silence spoke louder than words. Y/n had tried to talk, tried to make Alexia see what was happening between them, but every attempt ended in promises that never materialized.

So, on an ordinary morning, as she pulled on her training jersey, she picked up her phone and opened the email she had been avoiding for weeks.

The club that had shaped her career had made an offer. A good one. Going back home had never felt so right.

That night, when Alexia finally arrived, she found Y/n sitting on the couch, her suitcase packed beside her.

"We need to talk."

Alexia frowned, dropping her backpack to the floor before sitting down next to her.

"What’s wrong?"

Y/n took a deep breath.

"I can’t do this anymore. I can’t keep waiting for you to keep promises you’ll never keep."

"Y/n…"

"I love you, Alexia. But love isn’t enough when only one of us is trying."

Alexia opened her mouth to argue but closed it just as quickly. She knew. She had always known.

"You’re leaving?"

"Yes. My old team wants me back. And I want to go back."

The silence that followed was the heaviest of all.

Alexia finally let out a long sigh, shaking her head.

"I never wanted us to end like this."

Y/n smiledtired, resigned.

"Neither did I."

And deep down, they both knew there was nothing left to say.

[bwat5-blog]

1. "Sorry but whatever cait did was unjustified. Yeah, sure, she was mourning but.. that doesn’t mean she can’t apologize to Vi for hitting her in the gut for holding her back from shooting a child?"

I..... I legitimately cannot comprehend where this need to reduce everything Caitlyn went through down to the death of her mother is coming from. I have addressed it over, and over, and over. I don't say that like "I said it why isn't anyone listening?" (I'm just another random) I say it to reiterate I have tried and tried to puzzle this out and I just. Cant....For the sake of this post, let's run it down again!

A: Survives being lured into burning building by Jinx and being blown up. Many of her peers did not and Jinx used a fake child's voice to do it.

B: Has to shoot Sevika to save Vi

C: Survives obviously frightening and stressful escape from Silco and shimmer addicts

D: Survives fight with firelights and first meeting with Jinx in which Jinx is clearly unstable

E: Leader of her organization shoots Ekko and then is preparing to shoot her. None of the Enforcers on the bridge move to stop him (thank you @knightsofrayx)

F: Survives explosion on the bridge that kills many that is set off by Jinx

G: Survives being shot at by Jinx

H: Abducted by Jinx from her childhood home. From the bathroom. While naked. Dressed in her Enforcer uniform. Recent sources seem to confirm Jinx had her for an entire day.

Additionally, less certain but I have seen multiple people suggesting Jinx may have tortured Caitlyn for information due to her knowing Vi calls Caitlyn cupcake - AGAIN I ADMIT THIS ONE IS MORE SPECULATIVE

I: Bound and gagged with a mask on her face, she has to listen to Jinx trying to convince Vi to murder her

J: Spares Jinx at Vi's pleading only to be violently knocked out

K: After sparing Jinx, Caitlyn has to watch helplessly as Jinx fires the missile that kills not only her own mother, but two other councilors as well. In addition to maiming two others, destroying the council chamber, and setting off the sequence of events that guarantees Piltovan retaliation.

L: Caitlyn is almost killed during Renni's attack on the memorial for her mother and the other two councilors. Several people are killed.

M: Engages in strike team operation in Zaun targeting Chem-barons and shimmer while hunting Jinx. For those blessed enough to have never known violence in real life you wouldn't understand this. It leaves a mark no matter the context.

N: Survives brutal brawl with Sevika.

O: After sparing Jinx the first time for Vi, and Vi swearing she was ready to end it this time, Vi stops her shot. And here's the thing. Vi was clearly right. But Caitlyn is not just angry. She is traumatized and she is TERRIFIED of Jinx. That whole fight and what follows in the Pipeworks she is not in her right mind. Caitlyn is the "final girl" of a horror movie, except when she got ready to deal the killing blow to the monster all she could process was the person she loved and trusted was stopping her. Letting the object of her fear and rage and pain walk free.

2. "that doesn’t mean she can’t apologize to Vi for hitting her in the gut for holding her back from shooting a child?"

Oh my good god you people. Unless I'm mistaken Vi apologizes to Jinx when they are reunited, and Power says she's sorry (I think) when she realizes what happened to their family. THATS. IT. Caitlyn's character is quite literally never displayed as being overly emotional or the type to show actions through words. And listen. I am truly a sap. I love the big overly emotional moments and speeches, the breakdowns over wronging those you love, those moments hit me like a freight train. But that isn't who Caitlyn is and it never has been. The instances of her showing remorse are plentiful and profound. I quite frankly don't feel like listing them all again. So I'll go with the easiest one:

We are hunting some kind of murderous beast: Caitlyn

Oh that's my dad: Vi

Caitlyn to Ambessa:

3. "Cait’s logic: “Oh! My wifey’s having a breakout cus her suicidal little sister ran away? Mmm, kinda wanna flirt and have sex with her!”"

Caitlyn is the only reason Jinx was able to go free

Neither of them knew Jinx was suicidal. Stop confusing what we as the omnipotent audience know with what the other characters know.

Caitlyn was quite clearly trying to break the tension. Vi initiated and anyone with eyes can tell Caitlyn was surprised.

Vi is standing in front of Caitlyn, lamenting that she had lost everyone because of her choices. Caitlyn isn't stupid. She knows that A: Vi has no idea Caitlyn had moved the guards for exactly this purpose B: Vi, the woman Caitlyn loves, is sitting there thinking she just released Caitlyn's mothers killer and Caitlyn is probably about to completely unload on her meaning she is well and truly alone.

She goes in to comfort her. To make her see she isn't alone. To tell her she is laying down her hate for Jinx in favor of her love for Vi that Vi's making the choice to love and believe in her sister wasn't wrong. Caitlyn has given multiple statements leading up to this that show us her putting herself on equal footing with jinx. So maybe if Vi can keep believing in Jinx, she can keep believing in Caitlyn to. Even when Caitlyn has stopped believing in herself. And Vi responds by allowing herself that happiness and pleasure and impulsivity with the woman she loves that she has never allowed. @sapphiresaphics point is perfectly valid as well for Christ's sake you are also JUST. WRONG.

4. "I hate how Vi’s potentially was just spat down the drain. My girl violet, the eldest sibling, ended up depending on an enforcer. Cool. Totally cool."

Yea I'm gonna be honest I'm not really sure what you mean here. I realize first of all you meant potential (I may come for bad takes but I am the LAST person who can judge for typos) but I'm not sure what you mean by her potential being spat down the drain?

I guess your whole issue that she ended up with an Enforcer? Which I mean yea... Caitlyn is one. But if you cannot see all the points that differentiate her from the standard Enforcer who was part of the corrupt and violent system there is really nothing to discuss.

I’m back only to say thar, as controversial as this might be, caitvi was NOT properly represented.

Sorry but whatever cait did was unjustified. Yeah, sure, she was mourning but.. that doesn’t mean she can’t apologize to Vi for hitting her in the gut for holding her back from shooting a child? I love how this fandom is, now, all about lesbian sex. Feel like if caitvi talked it out, the sex would’ve been so much more emotional. ykwim!

Cait’s logic: “Oh! My wifey’s having a breakout cus her suicidal little sister ran away? Mmm, kinda wanna flirt and have sex with her!”

Also, Cait never got consequences for all the things she did (from her gf). And, I hate how Vi’s potentially was just spat down the drain. My girl violet, the eldest sibling, ended up depending on an enforcer. Cool. Totally cool.

Season two was fucked. Been fucked, I just knew I’d get dragged if I said something.

[greenerteacups]

Hi GT,

Forgive me if this is a stupid question, but I absolutely love the recs you've given (you've introduced me to tomione, and I love it!) and I was wondering if it's possible to give you some recs in return? There are some books and fics that definitely have dramione / got vibes, and I was wondering if I could share them with you!

So glad you've enjoyed them! Feel free to rec me anything you want. I've read most of the classic recs in terms of fic and adjacent content (Cruel Prince et al), but I'll try anything that's well-written. My tastes run towards weird and/or audaciously creative stuff, and I can forgive a lot of weaknesses in plot on the grounds of (1) ambition or (2) character work. My turnoffs are instalove, protagonists who can't fail, and most Y/A (I'm not a hater, I swear, I just need characters who can say "fuck" when their leg gets chopped off.)

I'm also a fan of weird and fucked-up dynamics.(Wuthering Heights was my favorite book for a while, and as a teenager I wrote an AU in which the book ends on a long sex scene where Heathcliff fucks Cathy's ghost and then immediately gets murdered by Catherine 2.) Obviously, I am very normal.

[paintsplash1712]

I don't know if it's been confirmed if the Young Avengers are happening in the MCU yet but here's my list of who the members should be:

1. Billy Kaplan/Maximoff

This is pretty obvious for YA fans since he and Teddy are the most reoccurring members of the team and Billy's pretty important (with The Children's Crusade, becoming the Demiurge and basically starting the conflict of the second run of YA comics).

2. Tommy Shepherd/Maximoff

Though Tommy didn't appear in the comics until after the original YA formed, I think it would be fun if he was a member early on so he can bond with Billy and kids his own (physical) age. It'd also be nice since Pietro never got the chance to be an Avengers himself, Tommy can fill that role.

3. Kate Bishop

Pretty obvious with this one. She's definitely the most popular Young Avenger, people loved her in the Hawkeye show and she's a founding member (technically) so she'll probably be the one to make the team.

4. Elijah Bradley/The Patriot

I mean, why else have him cameo in FatWS if you're not going to do anything with him. He's the leader of the Young Avengers! His story is so interesting with him feeling like he's lesser because he's not superpowered and having to live up to his family and the Captain America legacy. BRING HIM ON!

5. Riri Williams/IronHeart

Though Riri wasn't ever in the Young Avengers since they've completely halted the Kang Saga we'll probably never see Nate/Iron Lad ☹️ it makes sense to have her instead.

She was really fun in Wakanda Forever and I think she'd have great chemistry with the other members and could give Kate or Cassie or Eli some updates? But with the Ironheart show coming, we'll see what happens with her.

6. Cassie Lang/Stature

So I haven't watched the third Ant-Man movie because it looked so bad but it'd feel wrong not to have Cassie on the team considering her story and her being a founding member (technically).

Let's hope it doesn't end the same for her (Poor Cassie).

7. Teddy Altman/Hulkling

With how the creators of Agatha All Along weren't allowed to use Teddy and had to replace him, this obviously means they have a plan for him. I like to think the YA will come together to save or protect Teddy like the arc in the comics (with the skrulls kidnapping him and all) so he could be a proper member of the team by the second movie/season.

Also if you're gonna have Billy, you have to have his husband.

8. America Chavez

I have to include my favourite member of the comics YA! She's super important and with Billy on the team that importance will only grow since a Future Billy/Demiurge will create her home dimension. Also I just think she'd get a long great with the girls of the team especially Cassie and Kate.