#it took like 3 mins to render

[bins13]

i just did my first ever sim render and i think it turned out p good :DDD

[coldturkeybabe]

WIP- i refuse to look at this for much longer JKFDSFJK ill finish it later today

[villiedoom]

How long do your photo realistic scenes take to render? What's your PC's specs? Your art is so gorgeous; every time I see it I think I would absolutely crash blender if I pursued making renders like that 😅

Thank you! <3

It depends on the scene itself and also on the resolution and sample amount. The fastest ones I made aren't even renders but screenshots from the viewport - they are quite fast to render, taking just a minute or few.

As an example - a simple portrait featuring just a Kotie and flowers, along with an HDRI map for background and lighting. It took about 5 min to render in 1800x1200px resolution with 120 samples plus denoise (on Cycles).

If there are background objects, more detailed lighting and especially volume, it takes longer. Sometimes much longer.

My computer has a processor Intel Core i5-12600K and GeForce RTX 3060 graphics card. For scenes like these, with just one character and a minimum of background, that's enough. But complex scenes and especially animations take hours to render, and I usually render animations at a much lower resolution with fewer samples; even if one frame of animation takes just a few minutes, rendering many frames takes a very long time.

And of course sometimes Blender crashes, especially if there is more than one fluffy character plus a more detailed background :')

[prostocupoftea]

Urge for evil

tw disturbing imagery (?)

transcript n russian version under the cut

But what if my urge for evil

Will become a little stronger?

If you loaded the gun

Than it's already too late

But what is mu urge for evil

Will become a little stronger?

those are changed a bit lyrics from - Electroforez - Zlo (Evil) gagshfh i love this song so much go listennnnn!!!! this is like the second chorus w/o one line and with a line from third ??? idk i was doing it from memory and it appears i have really bad memory

also there are fully translated lyrics on google so you can read it to understand but ye

guuuUUUUYYYYSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS AGHFSHHA IM FINISHED it eas actually so fast it took like 2-3 hours ob drawing thw silly n rendering plus like 20 mins on posing and 2 days of rolling the idea around in my head

now in russian

[fullmoonandstar]

A Strange Duo

Gale x unnamed Tav x Astarion

Fandom: Baldur’s Gate 3 Rating: T Word Count: 1.4 k CW: polyamory Summary: Professor Dekarios lecture has guests today, and they are very strange indeed AN: this is a follow-up to "I can't let you go"

It was a few months into her studies at Blackstaff that Myssa saw the strangest pair yet. 

At 9 in the morning, the bells tolled over the campus, and she ran to the lecture hall for her first class of the day. She pulled the doors to the main building open and ran up the stairs to the biggest lecture they had. Several doors led inside, but she chose the one that led to the upper ranks, where Darren had sure set up already in their usual place. She slowed at the door where a blue fire spelled “introduction to the weave” and opened it as carefully as she could. Professor Dekarios had already started his lecture, and Myssa would be mortified if he had seen her sneak in so late.

Darren was sitting at the back as always and lazily took notes of the lecture. 

Myssa whispered a good morning, to which he replied with a grunt. 

“He is still recapping last time,” Darren said.

Professor Dekarios lecture was very technical, but that didn’t dampen his enthusiasm one bit. 

Myssa did her best but fell behind on taking notes after about 10 mins. She focused on listening instead, and well looking. Professor Dekarios’ lecture was very technical, but that did not dampen his enthusiasm, and after some time Myssa had fallen behind in her note-taking. With Darren beside her, dutifully scratching away on his paper, she concentrated on listening and comprehending… well, maybe more looking at their lecturer. He was one of the younger Professors, where younger was relative in the context of different heritages at this university. A young Elf was an ancient Orc, after all. He was quite handsome for a human, but many despised his personality despite his outward attractiveness, to Myssa his demeanour reminded her of a childhood friend she had left back in her home town. 

A creak of the door caught her attention. She looked over her shoulder and saw the strangest duo yet. The elven woman shone bright with life, the eye on her chain and the red shirt clearly revealing her as a follower of Helm, the God of guardians and protectors. She came through the door and looked around with a benevolent smile on her scared face. Behind her entered another Elf, and Myssa had to look twice to confirm it wasn’t some sort of projection. The man was rendered as if in black and white, no colour at all could be found in his black robes and stark white skin. Even his hair was white, though it was streaked with sightly darker gray. Tainted Glasses hid his eyes and followed his companion with eerie stealth. The woman gestured to the last row, just a few meters down the line from Myssa and Darren. She tried not to stare as they both took of their coats and sat down. 

They didn’t look like students, and she had never seen them before, so what were they doing? She looked at them as discreetly as she could. 

The woman was probably stronger than she appeared, the muscles in her forearms were taut, and she had big thighs that seemed like they could crush a scull. One of her eyes was an unnatural blue and didn’t fit with her complexion. She sat straight backed and leaned sightly forward as if listening intently as Professor Dekarios explained the structure of the weave. 

The monochromatic man was most relaxed. He leaned back on his chair and ran his gloved hands deliberately through his curly hair. Under his coat was just as much colour as above, and something unsettled Myssa about him. 

She tried to concentrate on the lecture again, where three new paragraphs of text had appeared on the enchanted blackboard. 

A shadow swooped over her head and something landed on the floor next to the odd pair. It was a black and brown tressym. The woman saw it too, smiled and lean down to it. 

“Good morning, Lady Tara. How have you been?”

Tara meowed, and the woman nodded her head. 

“Happy to hear that. You wanna sit with us?”

The man regarded Tara over the brim of his tainted glasses, and it was the first time she saw any colour on his body. His irises were ruby red. Myssa turned away, afraid to meet his gaze should it flicker in her direction. 

Tara flapped her wings and landed on the woman's lap. Professor Dekarios had answered a question from one of the students in front and looked around for any further hands when his eyes fell on the last row. He paused for a moment. Something rather unusual for him. 

"Well, no more questions. We'll continue then."

"Did you see that?" Myssa said to Darren.

"See what?"

"The way the professor looked at them?"

Darren had not seen the elves and the tressym but looked over now. His face was not interested enough for her taste. 

"Maybe some old students of his?" Darren shrugged and continued to take notes. 

When the lecture ended, Myssa made sure to pack her things as slowly as she could and watched from the corner of her eye as the man stood up. The woman had left shortly before the end and was nowhere to be seen.

"You're here." Professor Dekarios said to the man. 

"Yes, it seems like the lecture took forever, I would know." The man spoke in a theatrical kind of way and she half expected the Professor to be upset, but his expression didn't change.

"Anyway, I got something for you." 

The man took off a shoe and offered it to Professor Dekarios who just stared at it for a heartbeat. 

"Sounds like you want me to open the blinds." 

It sounded like a threat but didn't make much sense to her. The blinds covered the huge windows of the room, and for better readability they were always closed in the morning and afternoon. The two men stared at each other. Myssa felt the tension and didn't dare to move or make a noise. From everything she had heard about him, Professor Dekarios was a powerful wizard but this man was more than he seemed to be, she just had a feeling about him. 

The corners of Professor Dekarios mouth twitched and they both broke into laughter so carefree it startled Myssa. The man with the red eyes put his shoe back on and opened his arms. Professor Dekarios hesitated, but when the other took a step toward him, he closed the distance. He melted into the hug, hands grabbing onto the fabric at the back of the jacket as if he held on to dear life, and he rested his head on the other's shoulder. They held each other longer than it would have been acceptable for "just friends" to hug and the moment was so tender, Myssa had to look away. A few heartbeats later, they separated and Professor Dekarios said in a painfully soft voice: "I missed you." 

If the other man said something, Myssa didn't hear over the woman's exclamation. "Gale!"

This hug was very different from the previous one. As the woman jogged toward Professor Dekarios a smile broke on his face so bright it could have lit the room on its own. She wrapped her arms around his middle and swapped him off his feet. They laughed and after a spin in her arms, Gale was back on his own feet, pressing a sweet kiss to her lips. 

"Gods, you're beautiful." he said. The woman smiled with such admiration it was almost too much, and Myssa wanted nothing more than to leave and tell Nislyn all about what she had seen.

Professor Dekarios took a step back and looked at both of them.

"Did you steal all his coloured clothing?"

The woman gasped in fake outrage.

"Me? Astarion is the one who wants to like that. If you ask me, he likes how people look at him. He has certainly drawn an audience here."

Myssa grabbed her bag, but Professor Dekarios caught her eye, and she instantly felt bad for prying. 

"Well, what can I say, I am magnificent." Astarion said and gave a pointed look in Myssa direction.

"Yes, I guess it's best we go home."

He moved his hand in the direction of the space between the doors that lead out of the lecture hall and blue magic flowed out of his arm. Where it hit the wall a portal opened.

"Let's go."

He gestured for Astarion and the woman to go through. 

"See you in the next lecture, Ms Twingift." 

"Yes, Professor Dekarios." she replied a little too fast. 

With a last cautioning look in her direction, Professor Dekarios picked up Tara and followed the other two through the portal. 

------

"Nis, you won't believe what happened during intro weave."

[piowasthere]

Hello!

I’m curious- how long does it take to draw a sketch versus a rendered drawing?

I really love your art! It always amazes me with how detailed it turns out to be.

I hope you have a great week!

it really, really depends

a doodle like the ones i often do for the asks can take up from literally 5 min to i'd say 30 min? depends if i want to shade it in any way tbh

as for full rendered pieces - hours, usually days i can do one in one day (hard to call it a day when i start at like 12pm end up 4am but ykwim) but it can also take like 3 or 5 depending on how many breaks i take

honestly comes down to how many characters and the environment cuz the thing that takes up the most time, i'd say is coloring and shading i can sketch up pretty quickly and i don't go for super clean, smooth line art anyway i like the messy, free style (also saves a lot of time) so filling in the colors takes a bit and i honestly don't enjoy it all that much (that's why most doodles r just shaded and not colored)

and then it just comes down to what the bg is and how it affects the char cuz then it's just shading both to fit in, to look natural and blend tgt nicely (or not at all cuz i like funky, neon and eyestrain lol)

2 pieces i can think of rn that took me the longest (that i still consider fresh enough to take up for consideration) r the SAMS anniversary art and first piece for my Calamari Lunar i did both took me like a week from what i can remember

the former bc of the amount of characters on it, each one had to be done fully and separately so it just took a bit the latter cuz it's a really detailed, lineless, heavily shaded (also cuz it was me designing a char, so it always takes a bit back and forth until it just feels right)

i'd love to give u actual numbers, but i don't keep track of it that much and my program doesn't say it either (at least idk abt it) so i'm just going off of my memory, how long i feel like it took and mayhaps looking at dates of when i send a friend a sketch, when i first started talking abt it, the file info vs the posting date but usually idc enough to do so, and often it just simply isn't possible

TL;DR a doodle can take like 5-30 min and rendered shit a few days most often cuz i'm slow af; it all comes down to what the piece is

also tysm! so glad u enjoy my little hellhole wonderland of mental instability and mostly just thirst traps! :D

yall have no idea how actually happy it makes me when ppl notice small details i put into my work there's just smth in my brain that says it needs to have so many lil details and things and be so well done even if it's gonna get blurred out, shaded til binary and covered by 8 diff layers of shit

das the talk.

[herrscherofmagic]

does anyone else get that weird feeling when you can look at a bajillion different art styles and go "yeah that's neat! love it! so cool!" and then as soon as you do absolutely any of your own drawing, there's just a constant alarm going off in your head saying "THIS IS INCORRECT AND IF YOU DON'T FIX IT, IT WILL LOOK TERRIBLE AND ANATOMICALLY INACCURATE" despite it being nothing different from all those other art styles you see and love??? like "uncanny valley" but w/ all your own artwork and almost all the time

like I was just thinking about this, because there's lots of awesome artists I follow on Instagram & Tumblr that have interesting styles that don't necessarily follow real-life human proportions. It's often different variants of anime art but that's not always the case, and across pretty much all these different styles you have different things like how the contours of the face are (i.e. chin, cheeks), or the size/spacing of eyes, or the way the mouth is drawn

but it's just occurred to me that whenever I draw, there's pretty much always a constant nagging feeling, that I have to fix every anatomical or rendering mistake and if I don't then it just won't look "right", and that's one of the biggest things that stops me from completing 99% of my art

like earlier today I posted a 10-minute sketch, and it was obviously not "good anatomy"- it was pure vibes, just drawing what felt right in the moment and immediately posting it without trying to correct anything at all. and as soon as I did it, it hit me- that was probably the first time I've ever just created a piece of art for fun with virtually zero concern about "accuracy". Everything else I ever work on is always constantly drawn-out and changed and modified endlessly because it never feels "correct" and I don't feel like I can proceed with it.

today I've spent more than 3 hours just practicing how to draw heads, and it was the same thing. I was doing okay, but it took ages to get through even the simple parts like drawing straight from an anatomy ref. and it drives me insane not just because of perfectionism or whatever... but the fact that there's not a single "correct" human figure.

There's a ton of natural variation in how people appear, that's why we're all unique ffs! Different people have differently-shaped faces, their noses look different, their cheeks are different, their foreheads can be different, the wrinkles or freckles or eyebrows or eye shape or X Y Z are all varied and unique among different people.

Of course there are certain basic proportions and principles, you don't put someone's eyes on the back of their head, but I know all the basic proportions at this point and I've made a ridiculous amount of figure drawings both live and from photo, quite literally hundreds of drawings ranging from 1-3 minute gestures all the way to 1-, 2-, 3-hour-long works.

So why is it that no matter who or what I draw there's always that piercing & uncanny feeling? that i'm never able to capture a likeness of someone whether real or fictional, whether I'm trying to draw realistically or stylized?? it feels like I'm still getting something fundamentally wrong all the time even when I've studied all the basics and so much more, and even when my own professors look at what I do and say it's correct.

it's probably the autism, since there's a ton of other things in life where I appreciate predictability and uniformity and certainty. math problems have correct answers, essays can have certain types of analysis, machines can be described in terms of mechanical principles. But art isn't like that, and I've had similar issues w/ my art classes before, I just never quite thought of it from this specific perspective. I knew I struggled with open-endedness in projects, but this feels like something even deeper and more infuriating than that >.>

going back to that sketch, I can look at it and see obvious simple mistakes that I didn't bother to fix because I kept it strictly to 10 minutes. the chin is an obvious one, for instance, and the eyes could be better too. but I don't want to go back to that artwork, partially because it's just a 10-min sketch and it's not really anything that profound, but also partially because even though I know I can make it better I'm scared that as soon as I start messing with it I'll never be able to look at it comfortably ever again because it'll always feel incorrect. Not incorrect because I didn't care but incorrect despite me caring so much. which feels so much worse than just making a silly mistake when you're drawing normally.

[cherrypikkins]

2, 13, and 22 🤗

anything for moss!!!! :333

what's your favorite thing about your style

hmmm. people seem to really like the way I draw lines! I used to wish for the courage to draw with rough sketchy soft or translucent lines cuz I think they are gorgeous. but I've grown to like my precise sharp rendered lines

I also like my cel-shaded style, because it's easy to repeat over and over again yet still has room to experiment with different things like painting and filters. it is also very anime :3333

how long do you usually take on a piece

concept + composition: 30-60 min rough draft: 30-60 min underdrawing: 60-120 min inking 120-360 min coloring 30-60 min shading and highlighting: 60-120 min correction and details: 60 min

soooo roughly 6 to 15 hours? depending on how complex the piece, of course. comics will usually take 2-3 weeks with breaks.

based on file creation times, sleepy linhardt took 12 hours to make from start to finish + breaks.

what inspires you

usually existing media LOL - such as films, games, anime, music, other people's art. I just take ideas from other people's stuff and mash them together. That's why you see stuff from me like DnD+FE3H crossovers.

I'm also inspired by stuff that's missing from my favourite media! Like the supports that never existed from FE3H! Felix & Marianne, Sylvain & Petra, Dorothea & Leonie, etc. I love filling in the gaps left by the official writers :333

Thank you for playing!!

[cherryredstars]

so I seen your 1k prompt and I wanted to give you this Great idea for your artist Au ? I think but if I’m worng sorry 😞 and I wanted this to be COMPLETELY FLUFF 😭🙏 soooo I couldn’t decide between Miguel to ghost and so I had to chose Miguel (I’m sorry 😞 Miguel is just the black cat while ghost is a black panther) can this be fm or afab reader ? Idk this is just fluff so GN then ?

so like Miguel x artist!GNreader 🫶

and I feel in this one Miguel would come home to see it slightly a mess but to see you sleeping whit your art materials as the canvas is blank and which Miguel is confused usually you be half done with a pic while he out doing his spider man job.

Which can range to 3 week or a month. (But of course you guys called) But Miguel doesn’t worried about it as much as he carry you to your and his bed (after you guys took a shower obviously you didn’t because your were too tired ) and as you guys cuddle together as you ask Miguel if he can help you with something and miguel said yes.. and god how he wished he didn’t ( as a joke. 🥹) and since he’s here it help you ask him if he can pose for the canvas. For a next pic of your collection. And it been like passed 30 min of the first sketch and it going well despite Miguel obviously being tried and annoyed and confused of why he need to stay in this pose in such a long time (reader is just tease him because reader could take a pic of Miguel but doesn’t 😞💓) in which reader she softly laugh at his compliment and thought it was cute and told him that “art take time and it take a lot of time…and I’m almost done with the frist sketch ! Which IS THE ROUGH sketch!” which made Miguel grunted as he repositioned himself again as reader just giggle at how Miguel handled pose. It was sweet of him.

SO IT BEEN A WHILE and after a while 🤭 of tease and Miguel begging for you to show him the finished product of the art pic that took you like 3week of rendering and rendering tiny detail and some More. You show Miguel the art pic and it him staring at snow (since it almost Christmas 😌) while the lighting is hitting his head and his eyes pop and the way that Miguel did a stupid pose and it wasn’t even used (lol reader decided to use Pinterest ☠️) In the art pic kinda pissed him off but not so long obviously when he stare at a beautiful art i that reader made of himself! While snow is falling!

hope you love this AND IF YOU WANT TO MAKE THIS AS GHOST PLS DO 😌😊! but of course his way! (I had to use my artistic brain for this and because Ik art and if I wanted to I could hav e wrote how a true artist room loook like. IT MESSIng but the messing it is the creative the person get 🥹🫶🧐 I think) have a great day cherry!

[radigalde]

Okay, so, I started BG3. But this post is not about spoilers. It's about how it looks.

You see, I preordered it when it first became available, and participated in Early Access for most of its duration (except for two last patches). As you may know, during the development Larian abruptly changed the system requirements. And while my laptop with old GTX1050 was sitting comfortably enough in the middle of the old requirements, it's barely able to crawl under the minimum of the new version.

So, while the game was running smoothly with the medium graphic settings at the start of EA, by druids patch I couldn't even get to the first settlement because of the freezes, textures lagging in and out of their blurry existence, T-posing, etc. It was pretty bad.

Reportedly, the final game should have been optimized a bit better, so I decided to give it a shot and see how it looks like on the same laptop almost 3 years since the first download.

Yeah, I know that the cloud gaming exist. It costs money and needs a speedy internet connection.

And the game greeted me with this.

(Changed everything from medium to low except for the texture quality - it's still on medium. Had to say goodbye to the distance blur as well)

Compare it to this from 2020 (screen from another person with approximately same old settings, my screenshots of the old character creation room didn't survive):

Or this (mine 2020 screenshot outside of the character creation):

Same laptop, same graphic card, 3 years of development in-between.

Which is especially gutting, because the hair quality was really good during the first EA patches even on the lower graphic settings and older machines. But at some point the developers decided to change it, turning it into greasy looking pixelated something.

Larian, why :(

Some hairstyles managed to lag through into something decent.

Others did not.

The hair's reaction to lightning in this room/location is atrocious btw.

Even when the textures are fully uploaded.

It's a LED wig, I got it.

Comparison of the first model appearance vs after the textures loaded in is quite funny, though.

It jumped to the left version each time I moved the camera in/out even a tiny bit, loading the textures from the right anew. Each. Time. The same happened during the last patches of EA, except that back then the loading could take a few minutes. Now it's either ~15 sec or not loading at all here.

Tbh, after seeing all of that in the dressing room, I dreaded of what would I see during the main game.

But it's surprisingly better. Almost no jarring rounded pixelation, and no jumping between abyssmal low and normal version of textures.

The reaction to light still sucks sometimes. The hair pick too much from the light sources that are barely visible otherwise and don't light up anything else to the same degree.

As for the optimization: yes, it indeed became better. Still not the first EA release quality for me, sadly, but by far better than the latest EA patches. Textures are way more steady now: they still take a few seconds to load in during the big cutscenes, but it's like nothing compared to the previous mess. During the regular exploration gameplay character (and most of environmental) textures are always steady. I even managed to watch the full crashing cutscene as a, well, cutscene instead of three half-loaded frames that took 20 min to render. And I was running freely on the beach despite the falling ash and everything that almost killed my frames back then.

Also, it still doesn't heat up my laptop all that much, which is a pleasant surprise.

Well, stay tuned for more cursed images, I guess.

Isekai-d into a mobile game.

Oh, and Lae'zel is a fiery redhead on her character portrait for some reason, and other characters' hair is displayed like brighness/contrast +100. I think, something is deeply wrong with the dressing room specifically after all.

[naya1770]

HI IM IN LOVE WITH UR ART I WOULD DEFINITELY GET ON ONE KNEE WITH AN ENGAGEMENT RING AND I WOULD LIKE TO ASK HOW LONG YOUR AVERAGE PIECE TAKES THANK YOU BYE NO PRESSURE

HELLOKFSAAFA{KGV I'm really flattered. Thank you for your kind comment anon!!! 😭😭😭😭

Usually, i'm actually quite a quick drawer. i would finish some sketch less than hour abt 30-40 min, i think? and sometimes rendering my piece roughly only took me like 4-6 hours to finish. And if the piece is full rendering with background i would finish it abt 3 days or a week. but yeah, it also up to my mood and how motivated i am to finish the piece lol

(I never set the timer for myself when i'm drawing. so idk... but i feel like that :/

[w21009869-mi6015]

The Glowing effect.

I tried to figure my lighting again. As put all my lamps in and every single one being a mesh light for each bulb. It was taking way too long to render.

I just cant have so many light sources, like what i had before. Especially mesh one because of the length it was taking.

Here i am attempting a Glow method.

I thought by having one single bulb in the middle emitting the light, of the lamp, then have the surrounding bulb glow, should ring down my render time by a lot.

So i went to a separate project file, and imported my lamp in there to test it out. I took off the mesh light for the surrounding bulbs and went to Ai standard surface and added this to them instead.

Through Emission, i increased the weight and set my desired colour.

With the strength increased with the radius, it looks pretty cool.

Testing Ai Atmosphere Volume

So along with the lens effects for the strength and radius of the shine, the atmosphere has helped increase this.

The separate bulbs now look as if the the in between is the one alight, which gives off a good light effect with the contrast surrounding the bulbs themselves.

Now in the scene, with 12 seconds render time.

With added ai atmosphere, now going to adjust settings, and screenshot as i go along.

14 seconds so far

With a darker colour bulb

I think it fits with the room colour better, as it's not so bright/white.

Mesh light and colour settings. H: 261.02 S:0.897

current colour for bulb. H: 256.15 S:0.949

Row filled in. Current render time 51 seconds.

2 mins for 2 rows

3 mins 28 secs for 3 rows

with a bed in the room.

Current Ai Lens Effects settings for Large lamps

I need to adjust or switch effects for different lamps. These settings don't work for all.

[foulserpent]

it may seem like i am pumping out content nonstop (and i AM drawing a ton these days bc i guess its how i deal with the stress of school work and job? by spending most of my free time at home drawing?) but i actually am just incredibly fast at drawing and also deeply un self conscious about the quality of sketches (usually) so i am just out here posting

[mypimpademia]

OOH okay okay can u write a drabble or headcanon set (whichever u like!!) of gojo being just. DISGUSTINGLY affectionate, like so fluffy and dramatic and sweet i could get cavities? thank you!! <3

— Infinity & Beyond

Gojo x gn!reader

TW: a singular swear word

Notes: kinda hcs? Technically just a bunch of little soft blurbs on things the gojo does. Admittedly, I haven't watched jjk or written for it in a FAT min and I kinda tried something new w this? but I hope you enjoy boo😭🤞🏾💖

Gojos really just a lovesick dork in this whole thing

⇶ Gojo Satoru was an absolute anomaly.

⇶ Gojo Satoru, the strongest sorcerer in the world, who constantly found himself brought to his knees by you

⇶ Gojo Satoru who's heart nearly stopped when he met you

⇶ Gojo Satoru, the flirt, who never even thought to look in another person's direction after meeting you

⇶ Gojo Satoru, who was always blabbering about something, but was rendered speechless in your presence

⇶ Gojo Satoru who stammered and blushed, when he finally brought himself to ask you on a date

⇶ Gojo Satoru who brought you a bouquet of your favorite flowers (he asked around), and presented them to you in a stupid French accent

⇶ Gojo Satoru who took you to a fancy restaurant, and managed keep a poker face the entire night, despite his racing heart

⇶ Gojo Satoru, who had the waiter bring out a random heart shaped dessert as a surprise, and gave himself a silent pat on the back when you asked how he knew it was your favorite

⇶ Gojo Satoru who practically melted when you took that first bite and smiled and hummed in satisfaction

⇶ Gojo Satoru, who's poker face absolutely shattered, when you offered a piece of the dessert on your fork/spoon to him, already holding it out to him

⇶ Gojo Satoru, who happily took the bite, only to think:

"Ya know... We basically just kissed."

⇶ Gojo Satoru, who turned beet red when you laughed and playfully called him a dork, because he didn't just say it in his head

⇶ Gojo Satoru who finally got that kiss he felt like he'd been dreaming of forever, and was floating all the way into the next day

⇶ Gojo Satoru who's heart nearly leapt from his chest after he eventually worked up the courage to ask you to be his s/o. And you said yes.

⇶ Gojo Satoru who would literally not let go of you once he had you

⇶ Gojo Satoru who comes up to you at any given moment, wrapping around you, and hands settling just under your bellybutton before locking together

⇶ Gojo Satoru who, despite being over 6 ft tall, is often the little spoon. Often being found wrapped in your arms in a sweethearts cradle, snoring softly

⇶ Gojo Satoru who will not let go of you in the mornings, and swears he'll die if you leave him

"Satoru..." You groaned.

"Hmm?" The man who had his arms firmly locked around you hummed.

"Can you please let me go? I have to pee so badly." You fake pleaded.

Satoru has had you in his grip for nearly an hour now, and scrawny as the man may seem, damn was he strong.

"Noooo." He whined, burying his face into your neck.

"Toru, baby, 'm gonna be late for work." You told him, once again trying to break free of his grasp. To no avail, of course, especially not when his pale arms wrapped around you even tighter.

"Nooo, please don't leave me, Y/n. I'm not even working today, so why should you? Who's gonna cuddle with me? Who am I gonna bother?" Satoru wailed, in an almost childlike manner before peppering kisses all over your face.

At this point? You both knew he wasn't going to give up, especially not now. And as irritating as he could be at (most) times, you just couldn't say no to him.

"Okay, fine. I'll call in sick." You relented.

Satoru whispered a victorious 'yes' to himself, then pressed his lips to yours, making a dramatic smooching affect.

You both chuckled as he pulled back, and you swiped a thumb over his now reddening lips.

"But really, can I go pee? I actually kinda have to go." You told him.

Watching his face morph into the expression of that of a sad puppy, you knew exactly what was coming next.

"... Can I come?"

⇶ Gojo Satoru who absolutely insists on kissing every inch of you, everyday

⇶ Gojo Satoru who kisses you till both your lips are sensitive and near bruised

⇶ Gojo Satoru who suggested doing movies nights with you every Friday

⇶ Gojo Satoru who spends his Friday nights, laying between your thighs, his head on your chest and both of you wrapped in a soft blanket

⇶ Gojo Satoru who let's the first 'I love you' of your relationship slip over a dumb joke he laughed at harder than he should have

Your boyfriend was currently doubled over laughing on the ground, back hunched and holding his stomach as he wheezed.

Just moments before, the two of you were cuddled up watching Toy Story. You were about half way through the movie, making jokes as always. Until you made a stupid joke about Buzz that Satoru found all too funny.

Admittedly, you were laughing right with him. But not because it was that funny, but because his laugh was so ugly.

It was somewhere between a wheeze and and the sound a zipper makes when you run a pencil across it, mixed with gasps of air in between.

You both had tears in your eyes as you began to finally calm down, catching your breath in gulps.

"Ahh, God that was too funny. This is exactly why I love you." Satoru sighed.

You both sat in silence, taking in what he had just said before you both glanced at each other, eyes blown wide.

Satoru's face was flushed pink. He didn't regret saying it, because it was true. But confident as he normally was, he wasn't sure if that was something you were ready for yet.

"Wait- I'm sorry– I didn't mean to say th—"

Before he could get another word out, you bent over and sealed his lips with yours.

"I love you too." You told him.

Satoru's face relaxed, before shaping itself into a dorky smile.

"To infinity and beyond?" He asked you, conveniently uttering it at the same time Buzz did in the movie.

You both laughed at, before giving each other one more kiss.

"To infinity and beyond, Gojo Satoru."

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A Theory about The Unproduced Amelia Season

I think Amelia’s book would have served to reframe her takeover of the train as, at least initially, a good thing. On some level, I think it was a good thing. When we first meet Amelia in Book 4, she’s in some form of Dialogue with One; he’s walking her through the proceedings of the train, laying it all out for her. And frankly, he’s framed a lot like a supervillian here.

This isn’t the One-one that traveled with Tulip. He’s a united front, with a specific goal and ethos. His name drips with ego. He’s cold, calculating. He’s a robot hidden behind an uncanny face. He knows the train kills people. Probably a lot of people. He doesn’t care. They fix their shit- with limited guidance and resources- or they die. For all intents and purposes, he’s either PG Jigsaw or he’s playing Metatron to one.

Then there’s Amelia. Amelia, about whom we can observe several things;

She’s known to have a knack for subverting tyrannical, bureaucratic systems. She undercuts the phone company. She jokingly tries to talk Alric into ditching graduation. She does poorly in a classroom setting but she’s brilliant when she applies herself.

In an era when all passengers have specific uniforms-branded with One’s face, no less, Amelia is wearing the boots, (which physically can’t be removed) but not the soulless; identity-erasing uniform.

She’s penetrated very far into the infrastructure of the train. You don’t get this far on your first day, or without subverting a lot of systems to get One’s personal, undivided attention.

She has no Denizen with her here. That’s odd; with the exception of Grace, most passengers tend to accumulate denizens pretty quickly after they board the train. Kez demonstrates that, under One, this is what Denizens do- it’s their duty to explain the set-up and assist the passengers, although she personally isn’t “conventionally” good at it (she helps by being so incompetent they have to devise workarounds to the problems she creates.) 

So what we’re looking at here is coded like a Bond Villain Speech to a protagonist that you’d get at the climax. This is after the plucky, headstrong, anti-authoritarian heroine has pushed through countless dangers on the train proper, to break into the inner sanctum of a sanctimonious demigod. This is after she’s asserted her individuality with clothes instead of a uniform. 

This is after any denizens she potentially encountered have left her company; maybe through second-act heroic sacrifice, or just by being left behind when One brought her into the main tour. (It’s possible she never encountered any, but from a meta standpoint it’s unlikely the whole book would have been her with One-One and no one else.) In the construction of a typical horror thriller or heroic action adventure, we’d be witnessing zero hour. Now let’s look at her influence on Ryan and Min’s adventure. She exerts influence twice; once at the Party Car, and once at the castle.  In the Party car, she gives them back their stuff. Ryan’s Guitar, Min-Gi’s minisynth, their clothes. All flatly necessary to get through the car, to resolve their problems in general, and it’s pretty clear that One wasn’t going to give them that stuff if Amelia hadn’t suggested it; she’s in some kind of dialogue with him that can be heard through the Steward. 

And someone pointed out that in the other seasons, the stuff that the passengers bring on board with them is a reflection of themselves, their strengths and their pasts. Someone aside from me pointed out that under One’s system, Tulip wouldn’t have had the pocket knife that she used to rescue Lake- and that was the only conceivable takeaway from that car, that you need to extend empathy even to people who are hurting you while pursuing their own needs. They pointed out that without his phone and the recording, Lake wouldn’t have been able to help Jesse through his issue with Nate and Troy. He could have kept dancing around that forever.  So this is clearly Amelia at a point where she’s trying to introduce a Reform to a broken system. And it’s a good one! The second time she shows up, she takes the pair’s magnoboots, proclaims that “we are on our own,” and (accidently)  self-destructs the stewards. That’s a demonstration that she’s in control at this point, if not competent control.

 It’s telling that the most prominent thing One’s regime provides to the Passengers are boots that can be used as restraining bolts if they start doing something he doesn’t like. It’s also telling that Amelia’s first act as Conductor was to remove those restraining bolts from everyone on the train. Her breakdown at the end of Book One is at least partially informed by her knowledge of how callously One-One ran things when she hadn’t rendered him a complete moron. Her brusque, no-nonsense attitude in Book 3 results from the fact that she’s not actually sorry about overthrowing One-One; she recognizes that there was a mechanical limit stopping her from bringing back Alrick, that she took One-One’s little speech about the train being capable of anything too literally, and that her time in charge could have been spent far more productively. But that was purely a practical error, not necessarily a moral one; she isn’t shown to care about denizens any more than One One or the Apex do, and she doesn’t care about the train working beyond what’s necessary to burn off her sentence.

Considering all of this, I think that a book about Amelia would have been framed as a full-circle revolution; a story about Dorothy finding the man behind the curtain, finding him lacking, and usurping him. The tragedy isn’t that the real conductor was overthrown; the tragedy is that Amelia fails to improve meaningfully on his performance.  She failed to recognize her newfound capacity, and her moral responsibility, to improve the system for everyone; Instead, she got lost for thirty years in the pipe dream of bringing back Alrick, with nothing to show for it but turtles.

[sugarycandies]

I would like to request bad boy yoongi x fem reader + fluff. Maybe he's in a gang? sometimes feeding the stray cats when nobody sees him? That's when the reader meets him? (although there were already rumors of him being dangerous in the neighborhood)? the reader is just an innocent angel 🥹? him being like "you are too good for this world" "i am NOT A SOFTIE" (but he is when he's with her)

PART 2

A/N: Thank you for the request! This one was so fun to write lol, I love myself some good Min Yoongi! Genre: Fluff Synopsis: Y/N moves into a new city, unaware of the gang wars happening in it. Yet, she meets a strange man she saw on the news when going to feed her stray cat. TW: Jumping, Gang Violence Word Count: 3.5k AO3 Link

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When (Y/N) first moved into the city, the last place she thought she’d be was here.

(Y/N) first lived in a small town off near the coast, not shabby by any means, but nowhere near as intense and busy as the city. She got good grades, always showed up to work on time, and kept a good simple lifestyle. Her parents were quite concerned by the idea of her living on her own after college and making such a big change, but she insisted. A job opportunity had come up- a flower shop had opened up there that she had been interested in for a while, so she made her final decision.

Since her arrival, it took only a few steps into the city streets to hear the rumors of the Purple Bangtan. She was in the midst of a subway station, only hearing bits and pieces of phone calls and meetings as she patiently waited for her train. However, one conversation stood out amongst the rest, prickling at her ears.

“You saw a purple bandana?” Two women sat, both eyebrows furrowed, tense, and hunched over in their hushed conversation.

“On the tree next to 35th Avenue, the one at the corner? It was hanging off one of the branches,” The other woman explained, making the initiator bite her cheek.

“They’re expanding their territory like mad now,” She whispered, “All the way up to 35th Avenue now? How can we even expect to be safe anymore?”

This piqued her interest. Surely, there couldn’t be that big of an issue? She had heard of gang culture many times before but never had to live through it herself. When she first revealed she was moving to this particular city with her friends, she was met with ferocious disdain from them. They told her that the gangs would eat her alive; that Purple Bangtan was one of the most infamous, most influential gangs you could get. Despite all of their concern, she knew they had never lived here before either, so maybe it wasn’t all bad, that the reputation had just preceded it outside of the city, inflated. Yet, seemingly that wasn’t the case as she so thought.

Within the week she had moved into her apartment, getting comfortable and forgetting all about the Purple Bangtan’s existence.

The soft pitter-patter of the rain provided a pleasant backdrop for a quiet night in her apartment. She laid in her room, enjoying the comfort provided by the noise. Remote in hand, she flicked through a bunch of channels, indecisive about what she wanted to watch at that moment. A flash of purple on her screen made her pause as the memories came flooding back.

“...and welcome to Channel 3 news! This just in, Purple Bangtan strikes again, the attacks growing more concerning as a prevalent gang war divides the city with devastating consequences to the civilians. Three large buildings, all on Main Street have been set on fire, with one person identified on security cameras running away from the buildings.”

She squinted as she looked at the person, a man with seemingly minty blue hair, running away wearing a bright purple jacket, facing backward away from the camera. He turns to the side for a split second, throwing a lit match, igniting everything in the process. A rock from the camera’s blindspot gets thrown into the frame, launching at the lens, sufficiently rendering it unusable in the chase. The news went no further into the case, and (Y/N) shut off the television. She didn’t know how to feel about it. The incident was two blocks down from her building. They were getting closer.

The next day, she went outside her building to hear meowing. Her apartment was in the midst of a slightly quieter street, so the noise was a bit of a surprise to her. But- curiosity took over as she felt like she had to go investigate. Who wouldn’t want to potentially see a kitten? She looked around to see a couple of cats, prowling together behind a dumpster. One was biting at a dead rat by the side of it, making (Y/N) wince a tiny bit.

“Oh, babies you must be so hungry.” She looked down and reached the back end of her palm out in order to approach them.

Two looked apprehensive, and (Y/N) expected such a reaction, but one slowly moved up and sniffed the back of her hand. The conviviality of the action left the cat interested. He slowly reached his neck out and sniffed, before eventually deciding that (Y/N) was indeed a trustworthy person, and rubbed her hand with his head.

“Aww, don’t worry, I’ll be right back!” (Y/N) was left with an idea as she stood up, quickly petting him on the top of the head, “I'll name you Mang.”

Soon the visits with Mang became daily, and she would come at the end of every night to set out a bowl and feed Mang, and the other occasional couple of stray cats by pouring food. She had a set couple of bags just dedicated to them, and she grew quite attached.

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(Y/N) went out in order to feed Mang, which had become a ritual now. It fit perfectly in between taking the train after work and going inside to cook dinner. She head down into the alleyway and was surprised when Mang didn’t immediately head out to her. He always met her.

“Mang?” she called out into the alley; her voice echoed off the building sides with a lack of reply.

She looked further down into the alleyway, she never went down past the garbage, she knew it connected a couple of buildings further in and exited on the other side of the street, so it wasn’t a dead end. But, the oversized buildings in between cast down a gloomy shadow. If she went further down- it would get harder to see, combined with the fact the sun was already setting. She gulped but proceeded to shakily step one foot next to the other to get further down the alley.

“Mang? Come out?” she called out to him, part of her worried that he might have gotten attacked- or ran over.

She walked further down and felt something against the top of her head, and she looked up. Hanging off a low balcony above her- a piece of ribbon. It was too dark to make out any distinct qualities of it, other than the fact it hung tied to the bottom of a railing. It stretched far enough to hit the top of her head as she kept her eyes focused lower.

She paid no mind, for a small white cat began barreling towards her, and she smiled. “Mang!”

(Y/N) leaned down to hug the cat, mumbling sweetly to her as pet her. Mang purred against her side, leaning happily into her touch.

“Her name is Holly.” a deep voice corrected, and (Y/N) quickly raised her eyes in confusion.

She recognized that hair immediately, the soft mint, but only it draped along over his forehead, accompanying cold brown eyes, narrowed what she assumed could only be in annoyance. He wore a white loose t-shirt, with draped blue jeans. Memories of seeing the man light the match and toss it to the side as if it was nothing replayed in her head.

“I’m sorry, is this your cat?” She? Holly? Two things came to mind, one of them had the gender wrong, and (Y/N) wasn’t sure which, and this man- from Purple Bangtan, had named Mang.

“I’ve been feeding her for weeks.” He said, and (Y/N) noticed the fact that he held a bowl full of cat food in his hands, he set it down, Holly-Mang(?) licking it up happily.

“Oh, that’s really sweet of you,” (Y/N) said gently, looking over him, the image kept replaying in her head, “But, I have been too, I guess Mang has been swindling me.”

She leaned down and continued to pet the cat.

“First of all, her name is Holly,” he said as he leaned down as well, Holly-Mang moving over to rub against his legs. “Second of all, I’ve noticed she’s been stronger recently- or at least more energetic.”

The two images in her head conflicted, the arsonist gang member, and this man who has a very sweet cat rubbing up against him, one that he had chosen to feed.

“Are you part of Purple Bangtan?” A beat.

The boy looked up and raised an eyebrow, “You’re not from the city are you?”

“Not really.” She gulped, worried that she had done something wrong.

“You can’t just go around asking people that.” He narrowed his eyes, “That could get you in a lot of trouble. How long have you been staying here?”

“About two weeks now,” she admitted as she met eyes with him, she thought he didn’t seem to have any intention of hurting her.

“And you’re wandering into gang territory if you didn’t notice.” he said as he motioned up to the balcony, where the purple fabric flew, “You need to be much more observant.”

(Y/N) sheepishly nodded, now a bit embarrassed at the fact she was getting lectured by a potential gang member. But- in truth he was right.

“I promise I won’t report if you are-” she said quickly, not wanting to make any enemies, “It was just a question!”

“Then yes.” he said, “And don’t make promises to gangs, know you will be held to that promise. You’re too innocent for this city, it’s foolish, so you better smarten up if you don’t want to get hurt.”

“We can call her Holly,” she said giving into the name, although deep in her mind she knew she’d still call the cat Mang in her heart.

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They had a cordial contract. Each day they’d both feed Holly, and sometimes if they went to go feed her at the same time, they would simply say nothing. The first couple of times it happened, the boy would simply leave, but one time he didn’t. He sat there, still petting Holly.

“My name’s (Y/N) by the way. What is your name?” (Y/N) asked that day.

“... Why?” he said, “Thinking of ratting out?”

“No!” She said, she couldn’t imagine it now, this man cared as much about Holly as she did, “If we’re going to be seeing each other a lot, I’d just want a name to call you.”

The silence was thick after that, the boy going just to pet the cat, and no response to her question. It left her feeling a pang in her stomach, worried now that she had just potentially ruined her relationship with cat-gang-boy, or that targets were locked on her.

“Suga.” he admitted.

“Flows off the tongue, Suga, it's cool,” She said with a smile as she called over Holly with a few ‘tsks’, making her strut on over to receive the attention from (Y/N) too.

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“This can’t be happening!” She looked at the time, 5:31, she had missed her train, the last train, by one minute.

It started with her falling on her way inside the subway station, tripping down the stairs, and thoroughly embarrassing herself during her morning commute. During work, she had miss-trimmed some flowers, resulting in her having to completely redo a bouquet she was working on (with a stern talking to from her boss). Then, on the way back, her walk was delayed by traffic and rioters crowding the streets. So now she found herself trying once more to walk- this time all the way back home, while the streets were thoroughly crowded. The icing on the cake? The sky was turning a dull gray, and the streets began to soak against the rain that had begun to pour. (Y/N) hadn’t had a ‘Rainy Day Walk’ on her schedule for the day, so she didn’t have an umbrella with her.

Guess she’d have to find another way.

On her walk, she did her best to try to run through crowds, but the city was extremely busy that day. She also had never really had to walk back before, so she was desperately trying to use google maps to find her way back.

5 Percent Warning.

This couldn’t be happening.

She tried to find her way through the city, but to no avail, which only got much worse when her phone eventually died. Ten minutes later she was completely lost, trying to find any sign of a marker that she could use to find her way home. Maybe even a map of some kind. But that was to no avail as she passed by. Eventually, she found an area of the city that was quieter, with fewer people crowding the streets. At least it would be easier to get by!

As she walked, she noticed how eerily quiet that area was. It was a part of town she barely recognized, the doors all unlabeled, looking closer to a residential area if anything. No shops were in sight, at least ones that she could tell were open and welcoming. The air was getting colder and her clothes were thoroughly soaked.

“What do you think you’re doing here?”

Goosebumps rose on the back of her neck as she felt something cold against it, and a figure had graciously taken the time to wrap his arms around (Y/N) and pull her back against her chest. At the same heave of her chest with her breathing, she felt the coolness of his breath against her ear.

“Please let me go,” She whimpered, “I’m just trying to get home!” she looked around again, and saw a piece of cloth hanging on a tree nearby- a blue one.

“Take off your purse, put it on the ground, walk forward, and don’t look back then.” He said, “or else I won’t hesitate to push this night into your pretty skin. You’re quite an idiot for coming around here, a beautiful, little one.”

(Y/N) reached to her shoulder and tried to take off her bag, slipping the purse off, and it hit the ground with a thunk. Inside was her dead phone, wallet, and keys to her apartment. Now she was really screwed with any idea of getting back.

Suddenly, she felt the weight release off her back, and she let out a momentary sigh of relief until she heard the yell of the same man.

“An attack out in the middle of the open? God, how arrogant are you blues these days?” (Y/N) could recognize that voice from anywhere now, she turned around.

Her attacker, a man she could see now who looked about in his forties, struggled against the grip of none other than Suga, who held a blade right up to his neck too. 

“This has been Purple Bangtan area for years, I’m surprised you think you can still just come up and claim it like it's nothing. Where are your friends? Are you out here acting alone? Trying to be a big shot and bring home some meaningless empty territory and cash back home? Prove yourself. Well, you never will, you’re worthless.” he scorned as he flipped the man around, and kneed him sharply in the balls, pushing him against the ground before pinning him with his foot on his chest. 

(Y/N)’s eyes widened as she watched. “Okay, just let him go!” she said gulping.

Suga looked up and met eyes with her, scoffing, but complying as he pushed him to the side. He walked over to pick up the soaked purse and handed it back.

“Thank you,” (Y/N) gave him a relieved smile.

“What are you doing around here in some random gang territory?” he asked, putting his hand in between her shoulders. His hand was large and rough against her back, but it guided her with a sense of fragility to move, “And in the rain? You’re going to catch hypothermia, not to mention you’re getting jumped already.”

“I got lost,” (Y/N) replied, “I missed the train.”

Suga let out a tight sigh as he furrowed his eyebrows, but when he looked over, they weren’t in frustration, but concern. He slowly took off his jacket and handed it over to her. (Y/N) was confused by the gesture at first but slowly pulled it over herself.

“It’s at least not a soaked sweater,” he said finally as he began over.

“But you’re going to get cold!” She scoffed.

“You’re too good for this world.” he said, “Concerned about me, not wanting to hurt the man who tried to rob you.”

(Y/N) didn’t quite know how to reply, but just nodded.

“I’ll bring you home.”

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She had gotten to know Suga a lot over the next month. He’d come more often at the same time you would to feed the cat, and you’d sit there petting Holly, (who you both figured out WAS indeed a girl).

(Y/N) also learned he had a couple of friends, RM, J-Hope, Jimin, and more. She figured out Suga was just his gang name, and he wasn’t quite comfortable enough to tell you his real name yet. That Purple Bangtan was mostly concerned with other gang’s businesses over citizens.

“Why did you join?” The question had lingered on her mind for a while.

“Purple Bangtan?” She nodded, and Suga paused to think, “I was broke, had no home, no purpose. They gave me one. I’d do anything to protect them. They saved me.”

(Y/N) had never really thought about gangs in that way, but it made sense. Suga was wrapped up in a business that was bigger than he could ever be, in a trade that is dangerous, but that wasn’t his choice.

“Why did you set fire to those buildings?”

“God, those?” he raised his eyebrows, “They belonged to the blue clan, and had tried to kidnap Jimin!” His voice raised in a bit of anger at thinking about it.

“Oh,” (Y/N) paused, and now the pictures made a lot more sense in her mind, they didn’t belong as contrasting images, but in a gallery of a man who’d do anything to protect someone he deemed worthy of it, “I see why.”

Suga raised his head.

“You just want to protect people you care about.”

They both paused, and Suga nodded.

“Why did you save me then.”

Suga was in the middle of petting Holly, but his hand stopped at the base of her tail, pausing at that question. There were many things to Suga, the hard-assed man who was notorious for being in the most influential gang. For example, he had quite the talent for arson, could fight anyone with ease that crossed his way, and had countless bloodstains of all types over his hands.

There were also things that little people knew about. For, there was also the fact that he could play piano, had a strong connection with a stray cat named Holly, and that he was soft for a woman named (Y/N).  

“... You need to be protected.” he settled on, looking up and seeing her face, which was contorted a bit, “and, I.. Holly needed you here to visit her too.” 

(Y/N) was a relief to Suga after a long day. Throughout he’d be doing business, defending, behind-the-scenes work, and more. Every day was different, but one thing stayed the same. That each day at around 6 p.m, (Y/N), a sweet innocent girl, would come to feed Holly with him. With all the pessimism in his life, seeing someone with just a ray of sunshine, perfectly pure to the world around her, was just so relieving to him. It was a de-stressor. He wanted her there, and he’d protect her at any cost. Which is why when she wasn’t there at her normal time, he still held a bit of worry as he went on his patrol that night, and was even more vigilant to your attack.

“You needed me?” She caught the mistake, smiling brightly.

“... Holly did.” he hid behind the cat, and looked up, his voice going higher to mock Molly, “How would I get my second portion of food any other way!”

“You wanted me around!” (Y/N) was giddy as she said it again, “Suga, you really are a softie!”

“I’m not a softie!” He said scoffing, and then switched his tone, “.. It’s Min Yoongi by the way.”

She smiled, Min Yoongi, perfect.

“Well, ‘Min Yoongi’, how about we hang out somewhere else for a change? We can watch a movie sometime.” She offered with a smile, “Or, go out to eat.”

“Sure.” he said, “But know you’re getting into a dangerous life by asking me to do something like that.”

“Oh, I’m not worried” (Y/N) smiled, and went back inside as she waved, “Meet me here again tomorrow and we will then!”

As (Y/N) went back inside, Suga swore he’d protect her, at all costs.

Continue to part 2