#like I'm enjoying it but also it's not amazing?

[madamechrissy]

Escort! Satoru- part two

Pairings- Escort Satoru Gojo x shy CEO F! reader

Warnings- eventually explicit sex, freaky but fluffy- this part- obsessed ass/whipped ass Gojo, mentions of sex work, jealousy, fingering, Gojo has six inch fingers I won't argue about it lol, he masturbates too much, sexual tension - lots of it- he becomes lowkey/highkey Yan tbh, pretty woman vibes 🤭

This will be a fun set of drabbles in this style! I hope you all enjoy them lmk if you wanna get tagged in the next parts <3

<<<Part one

Escort! Satoru never falters, but when he sees you in that elegant black dress, hugging every curve and line of your body, he does just that. Not only has he stroked himself to you every day this week - sometimes multiple times a day- you also make his heart race with your pretty smile, so shy and nervous as you look down at your feet now. 'You look... sexy as fuck' you giggle now, when he brushes back a little tendril of hair that's escaped it's elegant coif, watching your lips part, making his thoughts run haywire. 'You say that to all the girls, hmm? I kind of pay you to say it' he scoffs then.

Escort! Satoru murmurs 'you look beautiful' earning your cheeks heating up, your own heart thudding as you try to remember what you're here for. He's a paid actor who's a sweetheart, and that's all this is. 'And no I don't get paid to say it' You nervously bite your lower lip, drawing his attention as the two of you stand outside of the grand ball room in down town, the wind gently blowing your dress just enough to show him those sexy legs of yours. 'Thank you, Satoru- you look amazing' he smirks, tugging at his slick Armani tux- 'well of course I do'

Escort! Satoru is the perfect partner as the two of you enter the bustling room, snatching up two glasses of champagne for you both, you sip the bubbly liquid and curse. 'My parents, three oclock... we may have to kiss or something is that okay?' Satoru clears his throat. 'I don't on the mouth' 'oh! I'm so sorry...' he's eying your lips now, enticing him to no end, while your hand comes to brush against his shoulder. 'What about the cheek?' Satoru would kiss every inch of your pretty body, he realizes even your mouth doesn't feel like it's off limits, but he gives you an easy smile. 'Sure, sweets'

Escort! Satoru shmoozes right along with all the old wealth in the room, enjoying your every eye roll and sigh, you clearly don't enjoy being around all of this. You make him more curious after he wins your parents over, brushing his lips on your cheek, warm against the plush of his mouth, as his arm wraps your waist. 'Your daughter is really something' he says softly, pulling you closer. 'Thank god, we didn't know if she'd ever meet someone! she's always working-' 'mom!' Satoru snorts in humor then. 'I also work all the time' they look at him curiously. 'And what do you do?' Your turn to look at him, you two didn't discuss this. 'I'm a massage therapist'

Escort! Satoru sips his champagne after they leave, and you raise a brow at him. 'Massage therapist, hmm?' Satoru wiggles his thin white brows, leaning against the table now. 'Wanna find out if I'm lying?' You're so shy from his flirtations, you hardly notice when several men take notice of you in that dress. You don't dress up aside from business, but you must look pretty good- they're all over you, asking to dance as you politely decline, and Satoru's anger grows with each one. When a man has his hand on the small of your back, he forgets you've paid him to come here, walking up and swatting the man's wrist away, as you look at him in confusion. 'Care for a dance, sweetheart?'

Escort! Satoru leads you out to the floor, pulling your body flush against his, you tilt your head up to look at the tall man, whose eyes are swirling blue. 'Playing the boyfriend role so well, gonna earn a hefty tip' you tease softly, Satoru freezes, hands on the nip at your waist. That was not pretend, he wanted to cut a man's hand off for touching a fucking stranger essentially, a pretty client. He smirks, feigning ease he doesn't feel. 'I'm five star for a reason, hmm?' you're losing the night in his arms, spinning around the elegant ballroom, so light and giddy as the champagne rushes your blood stream.

Escort! Satoru and you are standing on the outside again as the evening is ending, and you've ordered a limo to take the two of you home. 'Would you like to ride with me or...' 'yes' his answer is so fast it hits you by surprise, as the wind whips around the two of you, making you shiver. Satoru takes his fancy jacket off, tossing it over your shoulders, in a gesture far too sweet- it's hard to remember this is just a job for him. 'Thank you for tonight, Satoru, you really made it so much better' you peck a kiss on his cheek, he turns his head, lips a breath from yours when the limo pulls up, and he opens the door for you, sliding in close.

Escort! Satoru eyes the rise and fall of your perfect breasts when you take of his jacket, handing it back, your fingers brushing, the contact ending his resolve. He's never needed to have someone like you, his hand slipping up your thigh, feeling you tremble, your eyes dilating in desire. 'Satoru you don't have to perform that part of your job with me, I really did just need someone perfect, to appear that I'm... put together I guess' he sighs now, leaning even closer against you in the night, thumbs running little circles across your inner thigh, hearing your soft cry. 'I want to make you cum, if you'd like me to, you look like you could really use a release' you swallow nervously, when his hand brushes even higher, so close to where you're wet and sticky against the lace of your panties.

Escort! Satoru feels your heat, murmuring - 'fuck' - blue eyes almost blinding, his pupils pinpoints, lips so close they're almost touching. 'Say the word, sweetheart, I'll get your pretty pussy off so good' you manage a weak moan, trying to pull yourself together. 'will this cost extra, mister?' you're trying to tease him, so cute and fumbling over your words, even now. 'Nah, I pick what I want to do with every client, and you I'd love cumming all over my fingers' you nod nervously, while the limo heads to your home. Surely one night of pleasure isn't the worst thing. 'yeah, you want it pretty girl?' his words along with fingers brushing your soaking cunt over the material has your head falling back, a cry eliciting from your throat. 'then say it' he orders softly, thumb brushing the slick growing, looking down at your pretty face, picturing it when you cum.

Escort! Satoru almost cums when you murmur 'I want it' and has your panties pulled to the side, two fingers slid in your cunt in moments. You gasp at the stretch, clinging tightly to him, 'fuck, you're that wet, baby I haven't touched you' he's cocky, he's ridiculous, he's an... escort, but fuck does he know just where to press, his fingers so long you've not been with men as long as them, as his fucking fingers, making you wildly think of his cock when he presses your back against the limo, hair falling over a brown, you hear your greedy cunt squishing and clicking. 'Mnh! It's... intense I...' Satoru smiles, breath ghosting across the tops of your breasts, when his fingers curl just right, making you blinded. 'There's that spot, feels good doesn't it, pretty?'

Escort! Satoru has his fingertips hitting that spot again and again, while he kisses down to your breast, and your hands grip his hair, making him press his cock against the seat, desperate for any friction. When your hands trail down his waist he stops them, making you blink as you focus, hearing the squelching wetness when his fingers pump. Satoru kisses that hand, before he pins your wrist down, watching you climb higher and higher. 'That's it, let go f'me, huh? Be a good girl, would you?' You're ended at that, at his fingers scissoring in and out, and you feel your climax hit, orgasm having you gush all over his hands, he watches in wonder as you do, down to his silver and diamond cufflinks, soaking him and that seat,

Escort! Satoru moans as he watches your pretty face, your eyes fluttering, lips parted in a gasp, and your wrist is still in his big hand, he's never seen anything like you cumming, not even after countless women. 'Oh my god... you should... charge even more...' your sweet little declaration makes him chuckle, when he eases his long, thick digits out you suddenly feel empty, the limo comes to a stop as you sit up nervously, adjusting ruined panties, trying to straighten up while his cock is pulsing, precum sticking to his boxers. 'I can return the favor, free you know' you tease softly, hand brushing his length, eliciting a whimper. A whimper. He's Satoru Gojo, top escort, about to cum from your palm brushing him over layers of clothing.

Escort! Satoru can't embarrass himself, especially not with you, putting his fingers to his mouth then, moaning as he sucks you off him, your pussy clenches at the fucking sight, whining out from the back of your throat. 'Fuck...' he murmurs, tasting how sweet you are, while you watch in wonder. 'you taste that good?' you're enamored by his glistening lips, leaning so close, when there's a subtle knock on the door. You hastily kiss his cheek bone, hugging him tightly, so sweet you make him die more for you, before pulling back, the longing in your body for more fighting with your mind. It's a fantasy, it's his job, it's not... more.

Escort! Satoru hates when you head out of the limo, your legs are visibly shaky, as you look at him so nervous, biting your lower lip and tucking that tendril back once more. 'Satoru Gojo you deserve every five star you get' you say, before nervously turning back, Satoru looks out the window to see you live in a fucking penthouse nicer than his, before the door shuts and he's left alone, your perfume clinging to him, the taste of you just barely enough on his fingers that he can suck you off them again. His phone dings, and you've tipped him another thousand dollars, with a cute little emoji. Now emojis, collarbones and tendrils of hair make him want to cum. Great.

Escort! Satoru tries to go back to business as usual, but he can't get you off his mind. He hasn't tried to write you, he knows it was just a job, but when he's on a 'date' with another client, his memory rolls to you, when he's dancing he craves your unique size in his arms, that perfect body under his, imagines a slicker, tighter cunt like yours, when he's trying to please his clients. He can't even cum unless he thinks of you, and keeps refusing blow jobs, to the point he wonders just what you fucking did somehow. He keeps eyeing that extra tip, feeling horrible you sent it even, how should he get paid to touch you, to make you cum!? Surely he should fucking pay to even be in your presence, and God he would.

Escort! Satoru has an idea suddenly, when he leaves another client pleased, yet he can't manage to make himself fuck anyone, he can't keep it up when they try, and it's been three fucking weeks. It must be in his head, it must be that he enjoyed it so much... it must be something right? Satoru does not get feelings for his clients, he's a professional... or, he was. He is shutting his eyes seeing your glistening cunt he got just a glimpse of, cumming until he's just shooting blanks, over and over like a madness, until he looks you up, it's not hard to find you. He scrolls through your pictures, business ones, and cums more, his cock rubbed raw as he pictures it, you under him as he pumps you full of his cum.

Escort! Satoru finds himself at your business, waiting for a meet with you, the high up CEO of this building, you hear the name and are completely confused, when he walks into your office you remember it all then. All the times you've thought of him, it's so embarrassing! Surely he's back to normal, and you're left using your rose toy on high and imagining six inch fingers buried in your cunt. 'Satoru, this is a surprise, did you need... marketing? For your business?' Satoru chuckles as your assistant shuts that door with a resounding click, pulling out a pretty black velvet box then. Your brows draw together in confusion. 'What is that?' Satoru walks forward, you inhale that scent, eye his lithe body hungrily, trying to keep your composure.

Escort! Satoru hated the thought of you paying so much, the only thing he can think is to give it back, but he can't because he's sure you'd never take it. So he firmly went to Cartier and bought this pretty bracelet he shows you now, making you gasp. Despite being wealthy, he notices you have simple jewelry, you don't have a fancy office, it's as if you don't even let yourself have nice things. Well he would change it, even if it meant just one more time seeing you, maybe to get you out of his system. He watches color dance on your cheeks, as you run your fingers across it - 'It's beautiful, but...' he shushes you, gently taking the pretty white gold out of the box, smiling at you, his snowy lashes low over his heated blue eyes. 'Your review, got me a lot of traction, let me give a gift?'

Escort! Satoru snaps that Cartier bracelet on your delicate wrist, the jewels glinting under your soft office lighting, you feel the cold against your skin, barely cooling you, as you remember his fingers, remember him sucking you off them, the way he had you gushing arousal, had you floating. Desire wars with what it means, was it just him being kind? Was it more? 'Satoru, it's beautiful but, this costs what I tipped you' he smiles a bit, no it cost more than that, but he'll let you think so. He runs his fingertips across your cheek now. 'Don't be a stranger, mmkay?' he turns to walk away, to jerk off to that image of you as you are right now, when you halt him with one question. 'Satoru?' he turns to look at you, when you sit up on your desk suddenly, his heart pounds as blood rushes to his cock, as you nervously cross your legs, tilting your head to the side. 'How much for twenty minutes of your time?'

hehe there will be quite a few of these- our boy is DOWN BAD

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[roseytoesy]

She looked so tired, but somehow still held up herself well. I looked her over, her long hair a bit frazzled as it usually is for me, dirty blond waves that are much longer than I would have ever liked. there are acne scars on her face and bags under her eyes much like moms. There is a large faded mark on her right forearm and all kinds of small markings and dots along her arms and legs. Its unnerving to say the least.

She just sits there probably just as stunned as I am before she lets out an unbelieving laugh and sinks to her knees. arms open and looking almost hopeful. What had she been through? I take the invitation, always happy to give a good hug. I squeezed her, she's softer than mom, warmer too. and she shuttered as she squeezed back. I could feel the hurt rolling off of her. I just comfortingly pat her on the back muttering about how its going to be ok. I was a bit scared to understand that this is my future self, that bright kind soul that I knew I was, dulled or hurt in ways I was couldn't understand.

She pulls back and sits criss cross. "I just wanted to give you a warning, to keep being yourself please. you... We helped a lot of people, and just remember that not everyone can stay. Let them go it's going to be ok. There will also be some... unusual things you will find interesting. Just be kind to yourself. and don't feel like you're doing something horrible in the eyes of god. He loves you so much." she says with her eyes tearing up. "hold onto that faith for me alright? take things at your own pace. and remember to be kind to yourself. you're going to go through some hard times, but some amazing ones too." she fidgets with a silver colored ring on her hand.

My eyes widened at the implication and the lovestruck smile. I just nod, unsure what to really say with all this new and somewhat scary information.

She stood and gave me one last strong hug. "just enjoy what you can now. I miss being you..." she says as she lets go she fades and disappears. I'm left there staring off, worried yet excited for my future to come. Cause I know I'll be ok. I'll have someone. I'll make it through.

You and your friends, age ten, meet your adult selves from fifteen years in the future. Some are surprised, others are delighted, but you… you’re afraid of this person. “What… happened to us?”

[cheapshrimpysheep]

Casino Date

SUMMARY: You made a pact with Mammon and it gave you enough luck at gambling to win any and all games in the casinos. What would that be like? Would an incubus try to seduce you into replacing Mammon with him?

CHARACTERS: Mammon x Reader

TAGS: Fluff; Sexy; GN Reader 

WORD COUNT:  1.900 words 

COMMENTS: There are a lot of interesting things that were introduced in Obey Me that they never explored well or at all. One of them is the “amazing luck” that a human who makes a pact with Mammon has. So I wanted to explore these things a little bit.

'In Lesson 35-6 (NB), Belphegor brought up that Mammon's greed powers grant “amazing luck” to any human that has a pact with him.' Although I'm pretty sure they say this in the original game too, but I can't remember when.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy 💛

After you made the pact with Mammon, he started taking you to casinos with him. He convinced you to play and share the profits since your luck (that makes you win every single game you play) came from the pact with him. Thanks to you, he got a lot of money to the point where he was not only able to pay off all his debts but also buy a lot of things for you.

He loves giving you gifts. So much so that you were wearing a luxurious and expensive dress/suit that matched Mammon's own suit on this day.

But to maintain this you had to go to the casino several times to play and win. The problem is that some other demons started to notice this luck. They looked at you and Mammon, saw you sharing the money with him and thought that maybe if they seduced you, they could be the new recipient of your money and affection.

One of those incubus was watching you, waiting for you to be alone, but Mammon wouldn't let go of you. Like, AT ALL! He would make any excuse to put his arm around your waist to bring you closer to him. Whenever you won (which was always), he would kiss you on the cheek. (He was too embarrassed to kiss you on the lips in public).

He seductively convinces you to always play one game after another.

“Come on (Y/N), just one more.” he said in your ear and with his hand on your waist. “I promise we'll hit that VIP room you like after this one. The Great Mammon will order their best Demonus and we'll celebrate another day of riches.”

That's what you always did. The end of a day of winning big at the casino ended with the two of you in a private VIP room celebrating together.

But one thing you didn't do together was go to the bathroom. And this was the only moment the incubus found to approach you. You were sitting on a comfortable, luxurious sofa with your favorite drink while Mammon went to the bathroom.

The incubus sat down beside you. He wasn't touching you, but he was acting very similar to Mammon, sitting comfortably with his legs spread and taking up a lot of space. He greeted you and started talking to you as if he wanted to know more about you because you seemed like such an interesting person.

He didn't seem to be in a hurry, because he had devised a plan with another succubus for her to distract Mammon until he got your number or something like that.

When Mammon left the bathroom and started making his way back to where you were, the succubus got in front of him and started to flatter and flirt with him. She talked about how he was one of the most powerful demons, how good he looked in that suit, how she had all the magazines he posed for... And at first, Mammon took it as praise from a fan. It was only when she seductively grabbed his arm and tried to convince him to go with her to a more private place that he immediately made her let go of him.

“Yeah... Sorry, but I'm not that kinda demon. ‘Sides, I'm already taken. And speaking of which, I have to go, they're waiting for me.”

He says goodbye politely and returns to his original route when he is stopped again by the succubus.

“Aww, but you are the Great Mammon~ You don't deserve to settle for just one human just because you made a pact with them.”

"And what’s that suppos’ to mean?" he asks, clearly starting to get irritated.

“It means..." she moves closer to him. “that it's not because of a pact that you can't have fun with someone better~” she raised her hand to touch his chest but he stopped her, grabbing her wrist midair.

“Ya don't even know them to know if there’s someone better. But I'll spare ya the search: There is not!” He lets go of her wrist. “And if I hear ya bad mouthin’ them, I'll show ya why I'm the strongest demon here.”

He continues walking towards where he knew you were sitting, leaving the succubus behind, irritated at having been rejected and even threatened. Meanwhile, you had noticed the incubus' advances and stood up to get away from him, but he also stood up and stoped in front of you to block your path.

“I'm telling you, you won't regret investing in me.” He gets too close to you and caresses your face despite your uncomfortable expression. “I can make you feel much better than that failed ang-”

Suddenly a hand grabs his wrist that was caressing your face and turns him around to face an angry Mammon that made the incubus cower in fear as he groaned from the pain he felt in his wrist.

“Than that failed what?! ... Com’on. Say that to my face!”

The incubus was clearly scared, but thinking quickly he decided to defend himself by turning to you and say: “Is this the demon you made a pact with?! He is so aggressive! You must suffer so much being stuck with him.”

Mammon's confidence dissipated, replaced by uncertainty and shocked denial. He loosened his grip on the incubus' wrist, but in that instant you slapped the incubus across the face so hard that it left a mark.

“You know nothing about him!” you say to the incubus now scared of you. “And if you say anything like that about him again you'll find out that I can be much worse!”

Meanwhile, Mammon had already let go of the incubus' wrist, who began to slowly move away from the two of you until he started to run away. You look at Mammon's face, he's blushing a little and he's looking at you in surprise but also... with desire. But then he gets shy and tries to pull himself together.

“I, huh, that was, huh, kinda cool. B-but I had everything under control, ya didn't need to get involved.”

“Really?” You say. “Because you seemed affected by what he said.”

He looked away, embarrassed and still trying to deny that fact. You suggest playing just one more game and then requesting your VIP room. He accepts enthusiastically.

After winning another game, Mammon is the one who asks for a room for the two of you and to have some Demonus. When your VIP room is ready, you see the chaise longues, low lights, and a bottle of Demonus in an ice bucket between two menus with dinner options. As soon as he closes the door and you two are alone, he turns to you with a slightly worried expression and not being able to look you in the eyes.

“You... don't regret making the pact with me... do you?”

You say no and that you were right about what that incubus said affected Mammon.

“Well... maybe... it just made me think, that's all!... I...”

“You are not aggressive towards me.” You assure him. “In fact, of all your brothers, you were always the one who treated me the kindest. Even before you get to know me. And despite the things you said at the time.”

He smiles embarrassedly.

“Yeah... well... about that... I was just...”

“Protecting your loved ones.” you complete. “Just like you did to me today.”

You smile at each other and he finally attacks you with a hug and a kiss on your lips. One of the most loving kisses he could give you, and you can tell by the almost possessive way he holds you.

“I would never hurt you.” he whispers to you after the kiss, his forehead resting against yours.

“I know.” you reassure him. “Now, how about we try that Demonus before the ice melts?”

*

When Mammon drinks, he gets in a much higher spirit than usual.

“Your glass’s already empty?” He refills your glass of with a smile on his face and without asking you if you want more. “Are you tired of this Demonus? We can order another one!”

But the truth is that you were already getting tired, it was very late and that wasn't your first bottle of Demonus. You yawn.

“Aww, you're not tired already, are ya?”

He seemed full of energy and ready to start a party with everyone in the casino, but knowing how drunk Mammon was, you would give him another minute until his energy suddenly dropped to an even lower level than yours.

You had to make him stop before that because you needed to get home and he couldn't drive in that state. And even if he said he could, you would stop him even if you had to use ‘STAY’.

The best way to convince him to do what you want is to seduce him, especially when he’s in that state. You lean against him, running your hands over his chest and face to draw all of his attention to you. You lazily admit that you're tired and want to get out of there so you can both rest together, and you also show your concern because you don't want him to drive drunk.

“Oh, don't worry about it!” he says with a confident smile. “The Great Mammon can sober up in no time!”

You look at him clearly not believing it.

“Fine... maybe it will take a while...” he admits.

But then he seems to have an idea. He looks at you again with that desire in his eyes and holds you by the waist.

“Did ya know that this casino is part of a hotel?... We just need to ask for a room and go up in the elevator.”

He doesn't need you to say anything because your little grin gives you away. For a second he lost his balance as he stood up, but right after he regained it. He takes you with him to find the manager so he can ask for a bedroom for the two of you. No, not just any bedroom. A suite! No, better yet, the best suite there is, even if is the most expensive one! In fact, the best one they could find for the two of you was the most expensive one! The most luxurious one!

And that's exactly what he gets you. You really live like one of the richest couples in Devildom since you started winning every single game thanks to the luck that your pact with Mammon gives you. Your suite didn't just have a king size bed, it had armchairs, a chaise longue and, most obviously, a jacuzzi in the corner of the room.

As soon as you enter and he closes the door, he grabs you and starts kissing your lips until he starts going down to your neck.

“Did I already told ya how hot ya look today?” You could tell he was more relaxed and sincere because of the Demonus. “‘Specially when ya slapped the shit out of that fucker.” His voice changed, becoming more and more desirous.

Even though he likes to appear tough to others, you know he likes it when you are the tough one in the relationship. So you're going to turn him one even more if you gently grab him by the collar and pull him into bed with you.

If you would like to read more from me, you can find it in my pinned post: INDEX

[casscainmainly]

A lot of debates have been going around on what is Cassandra's sexuality, some people said that she is a lesbian, others claims that she's asexual, but some said that she's bisexual.

What do you think her sexuality is based on previous love interests or previous runs of the early years from 1999 and early 2000 to today along with the out-of-continuity story?

Questions on Cass' sexuality are highly dependent on the person! For Cass in particular, the majority of takes about her sexuality come from Horrocks' run in Batgirl (2000), which is ambiguous and open-ended. There are multiple amazing readings that see her as aro/ace, lesbian, bisexual, pansexual, questioning etc. So I'm not going to give a definitive answer here, and these thoughts are all my own - nothing I say here is meant to invalidate anyone else's interpretation.

Preamble aside, I don't think of Cass in a specific label tbh. I don't think she would have such an identitarian view of sexuality - that is, she wouldn't think of herself as 'a lesbian', even if she exclusively likes girls. That's not to say people can't call her a lesbian, or that she will never call herself a lesbian. I just think her sexuality is more fluid, and more exploratory, than a single category.

She does experience heteronormativity. Despite her upbringing being what it was, as soon as she entered the world she would've been exposed to heteronormative ideals, compounded by her love for reality TV, her main romantic ideal being DickBabs, and being around TimSteph. This heteronormativity of course influences the way she falls in love with men, in particular the whole Kon situation, which I read (as most people do) as comphet. The Cass-Kon thing though is also about Cass parsing out friendship from romantic feelings, so it's not really that straightforward. Meaning that while I don't think Cass ever felt anything for Kon, the comphet-ness of that relationship does not invalidate (to me) her feelings for other men.

I think that Cass has been legitimately attracted to men before, though really only Tai'Darshan. Tai is really important to Cass' awakening sexuality, so I like to think that she did love and care for him. Do I think they would've dated? Probably not. But there was something there that's not present for Cass-Kon, or other minor crushes like Cass-Sal, Cass-Javier, Cass-Dr. Shin etc. Thinking of out-of-cont texts, her relationship with Erik in Shadow of the Batgirl is also genuine to me. Also also I see the man in Batgirl (2000) #2 as Cass first 'crush', so I think she is genuinely attracted to men, but not frequently and in highly specific circumstances.

As for women, obviously as a StephCass lover I see Cass as being head over heels for Steph. I also think lesbian!Cass readings are popular because she has so much chemistry with every woman she meets: Rose, Brenda, Harper, Christine, Cela, literally every one of them has fun romantic undertones. (HarperCass, in particular, feels very romantic in B&R: E). She also has a fun ship with Xanthe who's non-binary. So Cass for me is Not Straight, and experiences attraction to other genders besides men. These are non-canon but there's only so many times you can hallucinate your best friend caressing you platonically okay?? Even though I think she can be attracted to men, I believe she's more attracted to other genders on the whole, particularly women.

All this to say I enjoy discussions on Cass' sexuality, but I view them more as 'readings' of her than definitive conclusions. In other words, there are asexual readings of CassKon, bisexual readings of TaiCass, lesbian readings of StephCass etc. that are really valuable and can coexist. The most boring reading you could have is her being straight tbh, so any other reading I find highly fascinating. It really depends on what ships people like, how they interpret Cass' sexuality exploration in Horrocks, and sometimes what they personally identify as. And that's the fun of reading + interpretation!!

[snarkspawn]

your linework is GORGEOUS??? i'm sure you get this question all the time but i was wondering what method you use/if you have any specific brush styles that make attaining that smooth but also sketchier (?) look easier? thank you so much 🙏🙏

Heyyy, thank you so much!! 💜

I have no idea about my method since this is just how I draw so I don't ... really think about it? But it's true that I've been a little more loose and sketchy with my lineart lately (to the point where it's often more a cleaned up sketch than actual Lineart™) which I really enjoy and I think the brushes I use do play a big part in that, so:

this one called Water Pencil is pretty much what it says on the tin haha I love it a lot, it has a very smooth but somehow still crispy feel to it? Almost like a real (wet) pencil, definitely recommend it, 10/10 very very good and incredibly fun to use

this other one called 홍쨩 I've had for ages but have only started using recently and I've been using it for both sketching and lineart almost exclusively since I rediscovered it. It's not ideal if you want to go precise I think, unless you up the stabilisation a ton, but for sketching quickly it's amazing and I'm obsessed with it :D if you use it for lineart you might have to duplicate the layer later otherwise it may be a little too light

Both of these are free in the CSP asset store, if you're using a different program I'm sure there are similar brushes available

[bvidzsoo]

Hiii, Esther, sorry for the late reply. I hope you're doing well! And thank you for reading! ^^

I saw the notification that you tagged me in this when I woke up at 4:30 to go to work and I have now at work finished packing everything in record time (who am I? Sonic the hedgehog?!) simply so I could read this beautiful piece of work🥹❤️

Ahhh that's so sweet, I hope it was worth the rush!

no but you don’t understand I’m so soft for these two, oh the joy to meet your soulmate like this and truly know you’re soulmates🥹like no second guessing and both being stunned to finally meet each other😭💓

Ahh yes, one can dream. I certainly wouldn't mind meeting my soulmate under a circumstance like this one. It's somehow still romantic and cute, ahhh.

as someone who doesn’t like coffee it was so nice to read that she prefers tea😭🍵 like wild berries with some honey?! Yes pls that’s one of my favorite combos🥹💗

I'm not really a coffee person so I'd rather drink a tea, but at the same time I also don't like tea...? I think I'm just very picky about which teas I like, lol, but the one you said is hands down the best. Honey and tea belong together, I rest my case here hehe! I'm glad you could relate to the MC here, I always love finding little similarities between me and the MC's.

ma’am I love him so much😭😭😭 you’re here making me fight for my life at work because ughhhh my heart I ADORE the way you’ve written them both, so jittery and eager to be with each other but also unsure where the invisible line might be drawn if what’s too much to do during your first meeting with each other and oh how I wish I could experience what they have🥺💓

I was fighting for my life while writing it as well lol, you and i are just the same here. They really are just very eager to be with each other and they don't want to waste any more time.

Im conclusion im soft this was absolutely amazing and i adore this one shot so much. It’s beautifully written and feels so wonderful and full of life!🥺💗

ahh, fighting the need to smile around your co-workers is the worst. I be reading stories left and right and laughing with little care about the world, they always give me the funniest looks lol. Thank you for your nice words once again, I'm glad you've enjoyed the even so far <3

A world in your colours

𐀔 Cherry Blossom, March Event 𐀔

Author: bvidzsoo

Pairing: Daycare teacher!Kang Yeosang x Florist!reader

𐀔 Warning: none 𐀔 Word count: 6.2k 𐀔 Rating: sfw 𐀔 Genre: fluff, soulmates: you see all the colours for the first time when you meet your soulmate, strangers to lovers, fated together 𐀔 Summary: A world through the faint hues of your soulmate's eye colour isn't the most colourful life to live. Approaching twenty-five and still being unable to see all the colours the world has to offer has you worried that you'll never meet your soulmate. Doubts and questions riddle your mind day and night, but at least you have the one thing that makes you happy no matter what, your little flowers. You can't actually see their colours, but you can imagine their vibrancy. And then, one day when you're making a bouquet for a lovely man, your whole world gets covered in an overwhelming amount of colour, rendering you stunned.

A/N: Here it is, our lovely Yeosang's drabble. I love this guy and I love this little fluffy story, man, I was smiling so widely while writing these two, they are so endearing. Despite writing a florist!au...I cannot take care of my plants for the life of me, even though I really love them...especially pretty little flowers, but oh, well, I'll have to get better at taking care of them once I move out...I hope you enjoy this drabble and let me know what you thought of it, your feedback is much appreciated! Enjoy! ^^ divider @cromernet

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            Colour, as defined by everyone’s best friend, Wikipedia, is the visual perception based on the electromagnetic spectrum. Although colour is not a fundamental attribute of matter itself, the way we perceive it is intricately tied to how an object absorbs, reflects, and emits light, as well as the subtle play of interference within those light waves. That was another sentence you had long ago read on the internet, and it stuck with you. Your peers have always considered you a bit strange for your obsession with colours, but then again, in a world that was painted mostly grey with hues of brown, amber, and copper, you couldn’t help but obsess over it. It wasn’t by choice that you couldn’t see all colours…if it were up to you, you’d coat your whole life in nothing but a mess of bright and light pastels. You sighed at the reoccurring thought as you walked over to another plastic vase to grab a purple Lily to add to the bouquet. You double-checked the label before grabbing it, though; you didn’t need another embarrassing incident today.

The sole reason as to why you couldn’t see colours yet was because you hadn’t met your soulmate yet. In a way, it was something you were glad for because you’d know for sure who your soulmate was. You’ve read stories written by famous novelists who fantasized about a world where your soulmate's first words directed at you would be inked into your skin, and you wondered whether that felt as magical as the author made it seem. What if five different people said the same exact words to you that were on your wrist? What then? How would you decide which was your soulmate? You didn’t like thinking about that, though, content with the reality of your world. Sure, it was a bit depressing and quite literally grey, but it also brought a sense of excitement and anticipation with it. Whenever you allowed yourself to fantasize about the moment when you’d meet your soulmate, your cheeks would burn hot, and your heart would race. You’d close your eyes and try to imagine all the vibrant colours that suddenly coloured your surroundings.

You figured it would feel overwhelming at first, making you sentimental or sending you into a panicked sobbing. You thought it would blind you and make you feel nauseous as all the colours would be suddenly as vivid as an explosion in the distance that was now right under your nose. You thought you wouldn’t know what to do with yourself anymore, that you’d need a second to piece your thoughts back together, to make sense of the situation, to tell yourself that everything was okay. That’s how you imagined you’d react, but you were always a person full of surprises, even to yourself. Besides, diving too deep into this topic always leaves you with a sour aftertaste. You were twenty-five, and your world was still gloomy, devoid of the warmth and brightness everyone around you gushed about. It wasn’t unusual to be still single by twenty-five, but most people have found their soulmates back in high school. Your parents, for example, were even luckier than that and met in middle school; their worlds suddenly filled with all colours. You were jealous of them, but you also admired them profoundly.

Their love was deep and unlike anything you’d seen before. Their respect for each other went even deeper than their love, kindness and devotion, just a few sentiments that could be added to their plate when cherishing one another. You wished for a gentle love like theirs, for quiet moments where no words had to be uttered to be understood, for genuine kindness and laughter that filled the longing in your chest. You smiled at your customer as you tied her bouquet together, getting an excited grin back in return.

“Oh, this is gorgeous!” She exclaimed as you grabbed a little butterfly sticker, searching for the perfect leaf to press onto, “My little one will love this!”

You were happy that the mother was excited; seeing your clients excited and happy over the flowers you loved so much always filled your chest with warmth. You imagined being with your soulmate felt like that, too. You handed the bouquet over to the woman once you were done with it, accepting her card when she said she had no cash.

“I’ve never seen anyone combine these colours so beautifully before,” The woman mused to herself as her eyes took in the plethora of flowers, a mixture of white, yellow, pink and even a little bit of purple in there, “You’ve got an artistic eye for it.”

You felt proud at the praise as you handed the card back, grinning at the lady as you bowed your head in gratitude, “That’s a lovely compliment, thank you so much!”

You didn’t have the heart to tell the lady that you had no idea what the flowers looked like in colour, whether the pink bow you’d tied to keep the bouquet together matched with the flowers you had chosen. The lady left soon after as she was in a rush, and you sighed, looking around the flower shop. You could tell the walls were a lighter orange, the shades a dark brown and probably your soulmate’s exact eye colour since the colour was so rich in hue. You’ve always wondered if the other colours were just as beautiful as the ones you could lightly see from time to time—or more pronounced if they were the same colour as your soulmate’s eyes—and your conclusion had always been that, yes, no matter what nuance or hue, all of it was just as gorgeous.

You thought of colours as you thought of flowers, special and unique in their ways, distinguishable and rather easy to remember once you learned their properties. Flowers have been your escape since a young age when your preschool teacher tasked you with growing little beans, encouraging you to name them and speak to them daily. After that, you had asked your parents whether you could try and cultivate your little garden in your room, and once they’ve given you the go, you had never turned back. The flower shop that you were working at wasn’t yours just yet, but its owner—a lovely middle-aged woman—was considering passing it on to you once she had grown old and tired of her business. You’d gladly take over it as you had no big plans for your future. You were content living in the place you had been born, surrounded by friends and family. You realised you were luckier than most that you could live a comfortable and fulfilled life, and that’s why you always made sure to give back to your community, even if it was something little.

You were just about to walk over to the vase with sunflowers when the doorbell chimed, signalling a new customer. You plastered a small smile to your lips and straightened your back, welcoming the man who had decided to walk inside your store, “Hello, how may I help you?”

“Hi, uhm, it’s my mother’s birthday today.” The man spoke, surprising you with his deep voice. His features were soft and relaxed; it was an unexpected juxtaposition, “Her favourite flowers are Magnolias; do you have any of that?”

You nodded your head, walking over to the vase placed right by the entrance. They were fresh as they had come in just today, so they were gorgeous as they were in bloom, “Silk Magnolias are mostly used for bridal bouquets, but I can make you a simpler one if you want me to.”

“I’d love that, please.” The man said as you two looked at each other, and for some unexplainable reason, your heart skipped a beat. You averted your eyes shily and crouched down to grab three Magnolias, your long skirt brushing past your ankles.

“They go well with Gardenias; would you like me to add some of those too?” You stood back up, realising that since the bouquet would be all white, you could add a deep red coloured ribbon to it, or perhaps even a soft pink one. The challenge, however, would be to find the right nuances since your coworker messed up some of the colours after her shift. You’d be embarrassed to ask the man for a little guidance, and that would be also you assuming that he had found his soulmate already, which would be a bit rude as you didn’t want to make him feel uncomfortable. Due to you being unable to see all colours, everything inside the store was labelled with little post-it notes, bold letters stating the colour of the flowers. With that also came the shelf behind the front counter always being organised after a system that you had already memorised, no need to read the labels anymore. All ribbons and coloured foils were placed in their designated spot so that you’d know which one was which colour, but your coworker had mixed up the black and blue ones, resulting in you embarrassing yourself not even half an hour ago when a customer asked for blue ribbons and you had given them black ones. You quickly fixed your mistake, and the man wasn’t even upset, but your cheeks still burned with shame as now the man knew you still hadn’t met your destined partner.

“Uh, if you think it’ll be pretty, sure.” The man said, walking to the counter as you went behind it to organise the bouquet for him, “May I ask…what colour it’ll be?”

You froze for a second before you hummed, going over to the Gardenias to grab two of them, “White, if that’s alright.”

The man nodded eagerly, letting his green briefcase rest on the counter where it didn’t invade your space, “That’ll be perfect, my mother loves the colour white.”

You smiled as you glanced up at the man, and somehow it seemed as if the sunrays shining through the window were brighter, creating a white haze around him. He looked really pretty with his curly hair falling over his forehead, curling around his cheekbones, and you noted its copper hue with slight admiration. Afraid you were starting to stare, you lowered your eyes and started working on the man’s bouquet. You first made sure all the flowers were fresh and in perfect shape, undamaged by transport, and then cut into the ends a bit. Then you held the Magnolias together, arranging the Gardenias in between and adding a few dark green weeds for a better aesthetic. The handle of the tape was almost black, and you found yourself humming a melody as you taped the flowers together just until you’d tied the ribbon around it. You pulled the bouquet away from your face and felt the customer’s eyes on your face, almost insistent, but you kept working with a small smile on your face, catching a glance at your bright orange nails. You remembered your mother saying that colour might be a bit too bright, but since you couldn’t see it well as it was dulled to your eyes, you decided to still go for it. It was fun, after all.

You turned then and looked at the shelf behind you, tilting your head in wonder. There was the blue ribbon that had embarrassed you earlier, small white dots decorating the fabric, and you found it cute how the pastel colours blended nicely together. You glossed over the black and blue ribbons, they wouldn’t make the white pop right now. You needed something intense and eye-catching—like the burgundy fabric that would look gorgeous in contrast with the white flowers! You grinned triumphantly and grabbed it off the shelf, turning around to tie it tightly around the bouquet, making sure the flowers didn’t move while you worked on making the perfect bow, not too small nor too big. Your chest felt warm, and you were aware of your cheeks burning, but you couldn’t decide whether it had gotten warmer inside the shop or if it was the man’s eyes following your every move that made you feel shy. Nonetheless, you smiled brightly as you raised the bouquet and extended it towards the man. His eyes were slightly wide as they frantically searched your face, and you felt a little disheartened as you couldn’t decipher what his reaction meant. Was your bouquet really that gorgeous, or did he perhaps not like it and wasn’t sure how to voice his thoughts?

“Oh,” You muttered, eyebrows slightly raised as you glanced at the man’s burgundy red hair and then at the ribbon, “The ribbon matches your hair! What a coincidence…”

Your smile froze on your face, your heart stilling in your chest. The ribbon matches your hair, kept repeating in your head like a distant echo as your fingers slightly trembled, your eyes running all over the man in a panic. He was taller than you, a bit buff underneath his dark green suit, tailored to fit his body prettily. His necktie was a light orange, a lighter shade that still matched his beautifully dyed hair, his lips a cherry red much like the small heart-shaped discolouration on his left temple. Your breath stuttered in your chest as your hands fell to the counter, mindful of the bouquet in your hands still.

“You’re…”

“I am.” The man sounded just as winded as you did, a huff of disbelief leaving his mouth, “Your socks are so bright, they match your nail colour.”

Your bottom lip trembled as you laughed, looking down at your socks that peeked out from underneath your skirt. They were bright, really bright actually, a neon colour worse than your nails. You had no idea you even owned them, and you wondered why your mother had never said anything about them.

“The bouquet will be 15€.” You said as you typed the amount into the cash register, and the man nodded, opening his dark green briefcase.

“Right, thank you so much.” The man said, fumbling with his wallet as he opened it, pressing the crumpled-up money on the counter. He reached out for the bouquet but hesitated slightly, and you averted your eyes as your fingers brushed together. You had a feeling it wasn’t by accident, given that the man’s cheeks also flushed pink, eyes abashed, “My mother will love it.”

“Happy birthday to your mother.” You found yourself saying as the man pressed his wallet into the small pocket of his suit jacket, briefcase in his firm grip. You didn’t want him to leave, not yet, but you couldn’t keep him here all day…it was his mother’s birthday, after all.

“I’ll come by tomorrow, same time as today. When does your shift end?” Your heart skipped a beat as the man stumbled into the open front door as he was walking backwards, his eyes not leaving you for one second. You chuckled and bit your bottom lip, playing with the money in your hands.

“I have the morning shift; I’ll be ready to go by the time you make it here.” The man’s lips pulled into a wide smile, lighting his whole face up. He looked gorgeous, and you felt breathless as you watched him wave at you and almost get stuck on the door handle, his cheeks flushing pink again as he finally left the store with haste. He glanced back inside through the huge window, and you told yourself to hold it together until you couldn’t see him anymore, and then came the squeals you could barely contain in front of him, your heart racing a mile. You had to take a seat and press your forehead against the cool counter, and even that didn’t help the warmth from spreading throughout your body as if winter was finally over and the first spring sun was here to warm you up from the inside out. That man was your soulmate. Your fingers trembled as you raised your head, blinking hard.

The world was so…different. Everything had colour, absolutely everything, and you didn’t know how to react to it all. The counter, which you thought was a light green or blue, was actually a cute beige colour, the stickers stuck to it a whirlwind of bright colours. You traced them before looking back up, eyes taking in all the beautiful flowers. You couldn’t believe that you could see the yellowness of the Sunflowers, a little taken back that they looked mustard coloured…or was that right? You hadn’t seen mustard yet, so you couldn’t tell; you’d have to test your theory out once you got home. The Lilies, the purple ones, left you in awe of their beauty, and you couldn’t help but walk over to the blue Orchids and trace their petals with a fond smile. You wondered who the man was as you looked out the window dreamily, your heart racing in your chest uncontrollably. He was a gorgeous person, and he also seemed kind; you couldn’t wish for tomorrow to come faster. You giggled to yourself and hurried back behind the counter, hands shaking as you dialled your boss in your excitement, too eager to tell her that you could see all the colour around you now.

            Your hands trembled as you clocked out, locking eyes with your grinning co-worker. She was a bouncing ball of nerves, even more excited than you over the fact that your soulmate was supposed to show up any time now. You chewed on your bottom lip and smoothed down your kaki long skirt, your black blouse thin so you had to cover up due to the morning chill. Your warm and long coat was a bright orange, and on your way home yesterday, you had realised that orange was slowly becoming your favourite colour. Judging based on your wardrobe, littered in colours you had no idea even existed, you had concluded that even unknowingly, your world had always been infused with colours. Your mother cried, and your father jumped around in happiness when you told them about this new development, right while having dinner, accidentally slipping up by saying sunflowers were definitely not mustard coloured. You had wanted to tell them in a cosier setting, perhaps in a cuter way too, but what was done was done. Your mother then made you call your grandmother, who was groggy since she was getting ready for bed, but the soft smile on her lips told you that she was just as happy for you as your parents, co-worker, and boss.

“What was your first impression of him?” Your co-worker smiled brightly at you, fiddling with a ribbon she had difficulty tying around the thick bouquet.

“He’s just…he seems very sweet and caring.” You heard yourself saying, chewing on your bottom lip as your eyes were glued to the huge window. He was supposed to be here a few minutes ago, but then again, he hadn’t specified an exact time when he’d stop by, “His features are really delicate, but he looks manly still. I love his hair, though; it’s so rich in colour.”

“What colour is it?” Your co-worker followed up with her question quickly, too invested to pay any attention to the bouquet she was supposed to finish in five minutes.

“Burgundy, and he has a matching—” You gasped, eyes widening as the man was here. He wore a tailored suit again, a beaver brown—you’d stayed up until a very late hour last night, researching colours and hues, shades and tones, trying to memorise them all in your rush of excitement—and his tie was a darker orange. Your heart was racing furiously as it felt impossible to look away; your eyes met when the man arrived by the door. His eyes were wide, and his cheeks slightly flushed a light pink colour, and you took a deep breath before you turned to wave at your co-worker. She looked stunned, eyes frozen on the man before her grin spread wider, ushering you out the shop with a squeal. It was embarrassing, but you were more preoccupied with walking straight without having your knees give out as you watched the man open the door for you.

“Thank you.” You lowered your eyes as he hummed, stepping aside to make space for you, “Hi…uhm, it’s lovely seeing you again?”

You wanted to facepalm yourself for making it sound like a question, but the man didn’t seem bothered as he chuckled, ducking his head. His suit jacket was nicely folded over his arm, his white shirt clinging to his body. It had gotten significantly warmer by noon, but you were someone who easily got cold, so you didn’t take your coat off.

“Hi, it’s really nice seeing you, yeah.” Then, the man cleared his throat and looked up with more confidence on his face, “I didn’t introduce myself yesterday. I was honestly too stunned to function properly. My name is Kang Yeosang.”

You extended your hand to shake Yeosang’s hand, your soulmate, and blushed when your skin made contact with his. His palm was bigger than yours, and his skin was really soft, but his grip was confident and strong without hurting you. You told him your name, and his eyes sparkled under the bright sunlight, and you felt yourself unable to look away. Yeosang was gorgeous; seldom did you see a man like him. It felt slightly surreal that he was your soulmate, and you felt extremely lucky all of a sudden. You didn’t know him yet, but something told you he was an amazing person.

“Where would you like us to go?” Yeosang’s question reminded you of the fact that you were still standing outside the flower shop, quite blocking the entrance actually, and you flushed darker when you realised your co-worker was most likely watching the two of you.

“Maybe for a stroll in the park just there?” You pointed across the street, the gates of the lovely park in the heart of the city visible. Yeosang nodded enthusiastically and motioned in front of himself as a way to tell you to lead the way. As you took off, you found yourself walking as close by Yeosang’s side as you could without making it weird, and your heart hadn’t stopped racing ever since you saw him. There was something magnetic about the man, about your soulmate, and you felt like you couldn’t last another day without being in his presence. Matter of fact, you didn’t want to be since you’ve waited twenty-five years for this moment.

“Would you like some coffee? Or tea?” Yeosang asked as you two noticed the small coffee stand at the same time and you hummed, looking at Yeosang a little sheepishly.

“I don’t like coffee, but I really like tea.” Yeosang chuckled, something like endearment appearing on his face as he grabbed your elbow gently and veered you away from the oncoming crowd of teenagers.

“That’s funny. I don’t like tea but basically live off of coffee.” You chuckled too, your eyes meeting as Yeosang walked you two over to the coffee stand. There weren’t a lot of tea options, so you settled for wild berries, glad that the vendor had some homemade honey for you to mix with your tea instead of sugar. Yeosang asked for a simple black coffee with ice, a bit of milk and one spoonful of sugar, and you found yourself reciting his order in your mind until you could recall it easily.

With your drinks in your hands, you headed for the crosswalk, having to wait since it was red for the pedestrians. The street was bustling with many people at this hour, and not everyone was as self-aware as you—and it seemed like Yeosang, too—so they either didn’t look where they walked or purposefully pushed people around to get further to the front. You had to make space for a guy on his phone, not paying even a little bit of attention to those around himself as you, too, could hear the music coming from his headphones. You tried to make space for everyone, but before you could step behind Yeosang, you felt fingers sneaking between yours, a warm palm pressed against yours as you were gently guided into Yeosang’s side. His eyes were still sparkling, his cheeks were red—not as red as the discolouration on his temple—and you thought for a second you could hear his rapidly beating heart.

“Is this okay?” He asked almost too quietly for you to hear with the honking cars and loudly conversing people, but you did catch it, and you nodded eagerly, making sure to squeeze Yeosang’s hand for extra confirmation.

“Yes! More than okay, actually.” You sounded more confident than you felt, and Yeosang was suddenly smiling widely, his cheeks pulled up and making him look the softest. Before you could do something as crazy as lean up and nuzzle your nose against his, the light turned green, and you followed the crowd, crossing the street. The walk to the park’s entrance was quiet, your hands fitting perfectly into each other’s, and you revelled in the comfort of it all as Yeosang occasionally glanced at you. The park wasn’t as packed as the sidewalks, and you could freely roam around without bumping into anyone, and yet, your hands stayed intertwined.

“So,” You spoke up, taking a sip of your tea before you faced Yeosang while walking, “What do you do for work? I’m a florist, but you know that much about me already.”

Yeosang hummed, facing you with that adorable small smile on his lips, “I’m a daycare teacher. The school isn’t far from here. You actually saved me yesterday. I was running late for my mother’s birthday dinner, and I thought there weren’t any flower shops close by.”

You chuckled, veering Yeosang away from the flock of birds that didn’t look too friendly, “Did your mother like the bouquet?”

“Yes, she loved it, thank you.” Yeosang then stopped, tilting his head with furrowed eyebrows, “I told them…my parents…that I found my soulmate, and they, well, uhm, they want to meet you. I know it’s too soon, and I asked them to wait a little bit until we’ve gotten to know each other, but they are just too impatient and excited to finally meet you.”

You felt your heart swell and almost burst out of your chest as your smile grew into a wide grin. You didn’t even realise it, but you had taken a step closer to Yeosang, smiling up at him so widely that your cheeks ached. Yeosang looked stunned for a second before he returned your smile, biting his lower lip as he averted his gaze down to the ground, “I’d love that, but I want to do what makes you feel comfortable. If you think we should wait, then we will; if not…just let me know when it’s good for you and your parents.”

Yeosang nodded, his eyes finding yours, “You are so kind.”

“You are too, Yeosang.” You chuckled, and it was your time to look down. Yeosang seemed to feel proud over that compliment before he took off, guiding the two of you through the park.

“I don’t feel like we are rushing, but I think it’s more responsible if we go on a few dates first.” You felt like a high school girl, wanting to squeal over the fact that you’d be going on dates with Yeosang, “My parents are nice people, but they are…well, they had gotten a bit desperate about me finding my soulmate. Honestly, they thought you were dead.”

Well, that thought had never crossed your mind before, but it definitely didn’t sit well with you as you looked at Yeosang with a frown. His expression looked neutral, but he squeezed your hand, “I’m twenty-seven, so they think I’m too old to be single. My parents’ families were close friends, so they’ve always known they are soulmates. They had it easy, so it was weird seeing their son struggle to find his soulmate.”

“Did it hurt you? That you sought me out without success for so long?” You found yourself asking, curious to know how Yeosang felt. He seemed to think for a second, humming as he looked down at his cup of coffee.

“It was frustrating at first, mostly because my parents were also pressuring me.” He looked at you from the corner of his eyes, then shrugged, “Then I realised I wouldn’t find you faster if I made myself mull over it, so I just let it go. Since we are fated to be together, I realised I couldn’t trick fate and quicken the process.”

You hummed in agreement, realising you’ve had a similar mindset to Yeosang’s for the past one or two years, “I’m twenty-five and had lost hope at some point. My parents, similar to yours, met very early on, in middle school. I thought I’d also find my soulmate around that time, and when it didn’t happen, I thought it would come in high school…but then that didn’t happen either, and I felt disheartened, like something was wrong with me. And then I realised I can’t push something that isn’t meant to happen just yet.”

“I’m sorry I made you wait.” Yeosang’s answer was quick, his hand squeezing yours as your eyebrows furrowed.

“Don’t apologise, the wait was worth it in the end.” You giggled, averting your eyes shily.

“Yeah?” Yeosang sounded surprised, perhaps even a bit cocky, “You think so?”

“I think that you’re very handsome, Yeosang, and soft.” There was no reason to be embarrassed in front of your soulmate, certainly not when it came to complimenting him, “You have an aura of kindness and brightness around you; I think it’s everything I wanted in a partner.”

Yeosang was smiling widely again, nodding his head as he became shy once again, “You’re cute and vibrant; your smile makes my heart race. I’m thankful that you are my soulmate.”

You stopped walking, the sudden urge to hug Yeosang wasn’t something you could control, so you threw your arms around his torso and leaned into him, smiling to yourself as your head landed on his shoulder. Yeosang’s arms were quick to go around you, squeezing you into himself, and you realised he smelled like oranges and fresh grass, refreshing and calming. You loved the fresh smell of nature, and you loved Yeosang’s natural fragrance. You heard a chuckle, and suddenly something was plucked out of your hair, making your eyebrows furrow as you slightly pulled back, looking at Yeosang’s hand. A dry leaf was between his fingers, his expression amused.

“You’re like a garden fairy, do bees gravitate towards you during summer?” You laughed and shook your head, feeling a bit embarrassed as Yeosang pocketed the leaf instead of letting it fall to the ground. Your cheeks burned as you two let go of each other, fingers naturally intertwining as you headed for a bench, “Why did you choose to become a florist?”

You sat down on the bench, facing each other, and Yeosang’s knee brushed lightly against your thigh. You held your cup of tea in both hands, playing with it as you looked down in your lap, “Well, I just really love nature. I’ve always felt at ease around my little plants in my room, and then I realised I just really love flowers. They are so beautiful and tender, you have to nurture them and take care of them as if they were human. I feel like I have a connection to nature; it’s like I can be completely myself around all that beauty—and the colours! Oh, I love their colours, they are so gorgeous! I’m so glad you walked into the shop yesterday. I had no idea I was missing out on—so much!”

Yeosang watched with fascination on his face as you spoke, a little overexcited that he wanted to hear your hobbies and likes. It was only normal; you’d have to gradually get to know each other, yet it still felt surreal that the sky was an almost transparent blue, the clouds completely white, the barks of the trees various shades of brown, the grass so green, all the leaves, and all the colourful flowers. You loved seeing all the colour on people, too, how they expressed themselves by their outfits, all the colours inside buildings and outside. You’d have to buy some more colourful furniture for your room since it’s mostly beige and yellow. You wanted to cover your world in the colours of the rainbow, in every possible hue and shade.

“Yes, the world is so…intense now, vibrant. It’s impressive how I could live without it all.” Yeosang’s deep voice was soft and quiet as if he was speaking to himself, “I like being in nature, surrounded by wildlife, away from the noisy city. We could go on hikes and maybe even camping.”

You nodded eagerly, having fond memories of the hikes you had gone on with your friends and family, “I’d really love that, Yeosang. I’ve always wanted to go camping, but my parents don’t like bugs, so we never stayed out after nightfall.”

Both you and Yeosang laughed at that, and then you were eager to learn too about Yeosang, “I imagine you love children since you are a daycare teacher; how did you realise that?”

“It’s nothing too revolutionary,” Yeosang chuckled, finishing his cup of coffee, “I would babysit for our neighbours when I was a teenager, and then my cousin had a baby brother, and I’d spend a lot of time with them. As I was growing up, I realised I was fond of those little ones, so…it just happened, I guess.”

You nodded, understanding him, “Would you want children?”

The answer was obvious to that, but you still wanted to ask, “Definitely, if you’d also like to have children, of course.”

Your whole face flushed, and you coughed, a little taken off-guard by Yeosang’s direct answer. His eyebrows raised and his ears flushed, and suddenly he was stumbling over his words, “I mean—like, whoever is my partner, I care about that! You know, like, whatever my partner wants—whether it’s you or someone else, not that I’m thinking of anyone else—but I’m just…yeah, I think that was too soon, wasn’t it?”

He was adorable, you had to shield your mouth with your hand as you laughed quietly, shaking your head at Yeosang, “I mean, since we are soulmates, I don’t think any topic is too soon, Yeosang.”

“Yeah?” Yeosang asked, not quite looking at you yet, “Right, I mean, sure, that makes sense.”

Comfortable silence settled over the two of you, and you picked a stray string off Yeosang’s knee. He watched you quietly, taking in your serene expression, and your eyes met as you raised your head. You smiled at Yeosang without saying anything for a second, then chuckled, this whole situation feeling unreal. Just yesterday, your whole world was covered in grey and hues of brown, amber and copper—and now, your soulmate sat next to you on a bench, the world infused with so much colour you still weren’t used to it, and to top it off, your soulmate was kind and loving, good with children and soft-spoken despite his uncharacteristically deep voice. His face was gentle, his features almost as if they were sculpted by Greek Gods, his burgundy hair even curlier than yesterday as it was pinned back by a little pink bow, and it made you wonder if it was a child from the daycare that had placed it there. Yeosang’s expression looked a bit baffled as you continued to stare at him without saying a word, and not wanting to look weird, you spoke up, “I’m just admiring you because I cannot believe you are real.”

A surprised gasp left Yeosang’s lips at your words, and he didn’t shy away this time, leaning forward to tuck a stray piece of hair behind your ear. You grinned as he caressed your cheek, his palm warm and his skin soft, and for a second, you forgot there was anyone else in the world beside the two of you, “I’m as real as it can be, and I’m here to stay, by your side, for an eternity, Y/N.”

And your heart skipped another beat hearing his words, your body freezing when Yeosang suddenly started leaning towards you. You were ready, if he wanted to kiss you, then you wanted to feel his plush lips against yours. Your eyes fluttered closed as it felt like your heart was in your throat, but instead of kissing your lips, you felt something warm press against your cheek, underneath your left eye, then your right eye, and it felt more intimate than any other kiss. You bit your bottom lip and opened your eyes, staring deeply into Yeosang’s rich brown ones, an almost red-like hue licking around his irises.

“Would you like to spend the rest of your day with me, Yeosang?”

“I don’t think I want to spend any time away from you from now on, Y/N.”

And you knew in your heart, in your whole being, that the future ahead of you two was bright, vibrant, gentle, and so, so colourful.

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[scared-of-relationship]

Headcanons for NEL Master Strikers - Blue Lock

First time headcanon, World 5 is on their way, got lost in thoughts while writing them. Please do not reupload this without credit. (Will be edited in the future)

> Noel Noa

I feel like he actually don't enjoy luxury as much as other who is as successful as him

He looks like someone who enjoy picnic, he likes somewhere where eh is near nature, picnic near lake, picnic under the tree...

His smile is the sweetest, even your non-sugar tea will taste so sweet if you drink them while watching him smiling

Lowkey, feel like he likes to buy things he never get to buy when he was still living in slumps of France. AND he might not admit childish things he wants thinking you'll thought it's useless.

He's the happiest man on earth if you get him something that's on his Wishlist for AGES (especially childish things he wants)

I feel like he shows affection through touch.

I don't see him as a man who will do much chores, sorry

The chores he mostly will do without you ask is clean the dishes and do laundry (by that I mean those laundry they do that just put the clothes in the machine and stuff)

Doesn't like the idea of you admiring other man than him.

Even if it's animated character like Gojo from JJK, or Sylus from LnD

(as a LnD player) It's not like he'll prohibited you from playing otome game, its just he feels jealous

you need to assure him from time to time he means the world to you

> Lavinho

Hmmm, Lavinho... He is unique, he is something.

Not even in a bad way, he is genuinely unique. You have never met a man who is like him.

He is mature, but he is also childish.

He is sweet, but he can also be too playful it sometimes quite annoying. But he is still an amazing understanding and respectful man

He is soft, yet he is also rough.

He is... VERY by very i mean VERY romantic lover.

the kind that will kiss the mud you walk on

the kind who take your hand gently and kiss every inch of your skin from your finger to your shoulder then met your lips

Oh, yeah he go nakey alot, mostly at home

or not using shirt from time to time

not because he want to show off his abs or what

He's just used to it. and be ready to see his body more often when summer comes.

And don't expect him to be all cuddly in the summer, you'll be kicked or pick up like kitten and put you on the other side of the bed or couch because "DAMN THE WEATHER ITS SO HOT, EVEN OUR AC FEELS LIKE HEATER" - Lavinho every summer

Don't really mind whatever you like, like literally in anything.

You like drawing, painting? Sure. Sing? Sure. Dancing? Hell yeah! Cooking? Great. Sports? Swimming? Run a marathon? Sure. He supports you in anything you like. Maybe even join you to enjoy those with you.

> Chris Prince

Romantic lover 2.0

I'm talking the money talks moment.

Like HE WILL SPENT HIS ENTIRE LIFE SAVINGS IF YOU LET HIM

What do you want? YSL? Dior? Gucci? Hermes? Versace? Louis Vuitton? Prada? Anything say your poison

If you don't like him spending his money on you, it is fine too. He'll give you anything his body and power can give you. He can be your best friend and your boyfriend (He prefer boyfriend first though) but yeah something like that.

Don't mind him and his stares whenever you both are on a date. Stare at you lovingly like he's on drugs or sumn.

He is VERY energetic, touchy and loud.

Do not trust him with some minor secrets. especially ones where you don't do pinky promise or sumn.

Oh, but you can't also hide anything from him because he'll try to find out, whether with you, by you or not, he'll find out.

You don't tell him what you eat this lunch, he'll kiss you and know DAMN well you just had coffee and pastry with that buttery and coffee taste from your mouth! Oh? Eggs and bacon? HELL YEAH HE IS RIGHT AGAIN

> Marc Snuffy

He's one of these sweet angel, gentleman with lots of respect for you and your choice

He'd respect your beliefs, your choice, everything

Even though there's something he doesn't agree on, he still say it in SUCH a respectful manner

Is he arrogant though? Very

He is not the narcissistic type, but he is confident about his own ability and how great he is.

Held his own head high quite prideful of himself (like the rest of these all men actually).

But not one where you find him annoying, he knows when to be humble and when to be haughty

He treat you better like, genuinely better than anyone you ever dated with

I'm talking about breakfast in bed, do chores, cooks, cleans, help you, pick you up, take you home by 9, not touching you unless you want him to, etc.

Maybe because of his age, maybe you make him to be someone better

Has a harsh mouth towards his kids at work (by that I mean the ubers). I'm talking about, "GOD DAMMIT!" "You damn brat" "What an ass" typa calling but caring and loving

if he ever get mad at you, he actually try to tell you and worried about you

you sometimes may take it that he is a little old minded (he is old) but it's just what he used to hear back when he was your age

he GENUIENLY worried if you ever do stupid shit. Don't do that for the safety of his old heart

> Julian Loki

Like Snuffy, he is used to be told what to do.

By that I mean, he was pushed into the spotlight too young to even experience what it feels like to be a teenager.

He is polite, respectful.

Is he a little narcissistic? yes. Is he arrogant? indeed. Not very but you know its there.

He actually quite the lover, quite romantic, quite sweet, he has the rizz

Oh, he is GEN Z coded, like genuinely.

The way he text, expect shit like "tbh idk wdyt bb?"

WTF WHY YOU TALKIN IN MORSE CODE

"anw wya?" "sn hm ttyl!"

Yeah, you're confused? Me too

His love language to you is GIFT GIVING. But he doesn't like it when you spent money on him, unless its necessary, like if its a gift or sumn like that

He LOVES it when you come to his match! Especially when he spot you in the crowd, OH HE IS GOING INSANE!!!

He likes to show off too, but not so much that it annoys you (it never annoys you tbh)

Yeah, to me he is a sweet summer child.

Maybe a little childish here and there, especially when you're 1-2 years older than him.

a little wanna be babied by you or be all affectionate, dgaf if there's his teammates or paparazzi around

Blue Lock and its characters are created by Muneyuki Kaneshiro and illustrated by Yusuke Nomura. I do not own any rights to the original work; these are all fan-made stories created for entertainment purposes.

[lxdymoon0357]

when reading your Fic about Phileo Boleoti. Can I request a yandere Phileo Boleoti x GN reader x yandere Leonia (platonic) ? In which Y/n is Phileo's best friend and a mage with an active personality. Phileo Boleoti from I become the male lead adopted daughter

Leonia was really surprised to see you when you visited Phileo. In the novel, you were known as a genderless beauty, and of course, you also had amazing magical talent despite being a wandering mage.

You always have little pranks. You and Leonia get along quickly, especially when she always asks you to show her your magic after you turned the entire lawn in the mansion into a flower field. Phileo was helpless at that time, but you could only giggle, quickly turning the lawn back to normal. Leonia remembers in the novel, when the story ended you were dating some extra character.

(warnings: Leonia getting people killed, mentions of monster invasion but nothing happens, murder, mentions of mutilation, burning, hiding of murder evidence, mentions of human being fed to monsters for domestication, financial blackmail (to servants to clean a crime scene))

© Writing belongs to me, Lxdymoon0357. Do not plagiarize, but reblogging, liking and commenting is deeply appreciated.

Leonia and daddy's smiley!

Leonia giggled, noticing her father's bewildered and upset yet amused face as the entire garden of Boleoti manor is filled with flowers, almost Phileo's height, it was like a forest of flowers. This is probably what ants see. Leonia feels glad to be an ant today, but her father is not happy.

"You know you're just asking for the manor gardens to be infested with monster spawns" he said, amusedly as he pushed past a huge sunflower, pulling out a seed or two in her hands as he stood ahead of you, Leonia dangling from your arms as she giggled

"Papa! We're ants!" she said brightly.

Phileo was only nodding in agreement, as you dropped her before snapping your finger and turned the manor gardens back into their dewy gardens with little accents of snow.

"Awwhhhh" she huffed but shut up quickly when Phileo handed her those strawberry milk candies he usually gives her.

Leonia continued to pull you inside, her eyes falling on her father as you picked her up, his eyes bore into hers as she played into the child she was. She was smart enough to know what she was doing,

"Gosh! You know what I'm thinking, Smiley?" she asked you, she called you 'Smiley' because she thought it fit you with how much you smiled and brought a smile to her lips as you hummed in acknowledgement to her though looking ahead, "I was thinking how much you're like my parent!" she said brightly and enjoyed when you almost tensed up as you giggled.

Leonia wouldn't deny she was manipulating you, but you were just the perfect character in the webtoon, so playful, with such perfect chemistry..the female lead could easily be taken for a cardboard cutout, but the author had to pair you up with some stupid person. Gosh, how disgusting!

You were a genderless beauty, beloved by many readers alike and everyone wanted to see you end up with Phileo..But stupid author can't take a hint. But Leonia could see her daddy like you, you brought a smile to his face when stupid Rupert couldn't!!

Leonia clung to your neck as she kept babbling about muscles or you being her parent as you walked, when you and her bumped heavily into a servant as they scoffed, dropping the dirty dishes they were carrying, ruining yours and her outfits. But you somehow shielded Leonia, as the servant scoffed nearly, glaring up at you, "ugh, watch where you're goi-!" she hissed, before looking up and meeting you eyes and pausing as she smiled sheepishly,

"Ah...my grace, apologies for talking like that!" she whispered, bowing a bit as you used your magic to help her with the plates as she quickly tried to clean the floor.

Leonia grumbled as you handed her back to Phileo to go change your clothes, turning to her dad and huffed as Phileo sighed, "what's wrong?" he asked. no matter how cold, Phileo adored his little girl, as Leonia glared down at the maid,

"She made Smiley upset...! It's like she should pay for it!" she said as the maid giggled awkwardly, mostly taking it as a joke as Phileo dismissed her, "don't say that. It's rude" he told Leonia as they both waited for you.

After you came back, Leonia and you continued to spend time with each other because Phileo having some work to finish with Levipath and Cara occasionally checking in on you two, but seemingly they were also busy.

As the sun settled, Cara suggested you sleep over at the manor and Leonia wanted a sleepover so very grudgingly got Cara to agree to let you sleep in her room, as you grinned, playing cards with her or joking around. God, she took energy out of your body..but maybe you were just lazy..

You cradled her against yourself, humming some tune as you both read some old kiddy storybook, well silently reading and she'd pat your hand to tell you when to flip the page.

"And the princess asked the dragon to help her live out her life's adventure..."

You read the same last paragraph which you liked for the past twenty minutes in your head while waiting for Leonia's pat on the back of your hand to flip the page..It's been a while and she usually finishes reading quite fast.

"Miss Leonia, should I turn the page?" you asked only to receive a slurred, "hmmm...Smileyyy" as you leaned your head down to notice she'd fallen asleep on your lap, leaning against you, her back to your chest as she snuggled against you, her cheeky squished against your collarbones with a faint smile, as you grinned..

She really did feel like your kid... And by god, her dad was hella hot!

You smiled, awkwardly shifting to snap your fingers and use your magic to put some weight in the blanket ot make it slightly weighted for Leonia, so she wouldn't notice you being gone.

As you teleported out of her room, heading to your own room that Cara had prepared with Konnie, Leonia's personal maid. You hummed, walking past Phileo's office which was actually being cleaned right now by maids as you grinned,

"Wow..picky much?" you scoffed, poking Phileo as he grumbled, gently pushing your hand down with his own, holding your hand in his awkwardly, "don't start..." he huffed, crossing his arms but grinning nonetheless.

"Why are you cleaning it anyway?" You asked, since it was pretty unusual to clean your room at night.

"A monster bred somewhere in the manor and snuck in." he huffed as you looked at the doorway, since the room was closed shut and noticed splatters of blood and the wooden frame slightly smoky like a fire broke out in his rooms which were being scrubbed and cleaned to make it spotless.

"Oh my-..you okay?" you asked, a bit concerned as he nodded, "I'm fine..thankfully I was accompanied by Rupert and Levipath" he said as Rupert grinned proudly, "Nice!~" you high-fived Rupert.

Rupert almost flinched as you did that when your palms made contact making you smile in confusion as to why it occurred, "...uh....uhm.." he paused, looking away before clearing his throat,

"...has anyone told you you give out electric charge slightly?" he asked, making you grin sheepishly, as servants began taking their leaves..leaving only Cara, Levipath, Rupert, Phielo and Gabel as you turned to walk off, wishing everyone a 'good night!!' as you whistled.

Phielo immediately glared at Rupert who apologized formally, "I expect you to behave around them, Rupert. We may be friends, but you don't want this to happen to you, do you?" Phileo asked, motioning ahead of them, as Rupert shook his head, in a serious manner.

Thank god the servants who were serving this incident were the most loyal and financially or status-wise the weakest of the bunch, so no one would really believe if they explained what they saw to the authorities and they wouldn't want to jeopardize their future anyway.

Ahead of them, looking down at the mutilated bodies of two people; the maid from this afternoon and someone who was going to be your future "lover" as Leonia stated...Phileo wasn't sure about the latter, but who cares?

Apparently, Leonia said, "you know I can see this person be with Smiley in another world where you're all webtoon characters" she said..

Trying not to blow her own stupid cover, be a wingman to her dad and really, you had been spending a little too much time with this so called "lover" of yours..not sure if you liked them, but who cares? They're dead..

Rupert almost heaved as Cara looked away, Levipath and Gable were bit more easily able to stomach the sight infront of them..Two bodies, bathed in blood,

Their faces are messed up with scars beyond recognition, fingerprints and large parts of their bodies burnt off to get rid of some deadweight, multiple stabs wounds, slashes... Maybe at this point, they'll be a good enough meal fodder for domesticated monsters.

This evening was not a happy sight, none of the four of the servants thought they'd be seeing Phileo go so ballistic over simple interactions of people with you where they were just less than satisfactory!

Thank god you left earlier..Levipath and Gabel huffed and began removing the body from Phileo's room, each carrying one with them with difficulty as Cara huffed,

"I told you your room isn't the most suitable for such operations. Next time, please do such things in the basement..And yes, we've removed all evidence." she said, pushing up her glasses.

Phileo only nodded, disgruntled as Phileo scoffed, covering the face of the supposed "lover" Leonia said you had with a useless napkin he kept around to wipe his hands to not see their horrid, mutilated face.

But really, nothing should inconvenience Leonia and Daddy's Smiley! They're perfect after all!~

[bronx-bomber87]

Hello amazing fandom :) Hope you are doing well. Hard to believe after this one we only have 8 left. Which makes this ep being somewhat a dud just a bit of a bummer IMO. We only have so many and they've been killing it this season. Truly making it count. The first 9 have been so good. The last 4 episodes just phenomenal. Week after week. It's easy to see where this one missed the mark.

I haven't minded low Chenford or even some crumbs if the entire ep is good like last week was. This one wasn't that unfortunately. Now 9 really good eps out of 10, being amazing so far isn't something to sneeze at. It's an outstanding achievement. S7 has been incredibly good. But this one definitely pales in comparison to the rest of the season.

As they say they can't all be home runs LOL Now there were parts of this episode I really liked. (Like the final Seth scene was primo) Those will be the parts I'm covering in this one. As a whole not their best. But I didn't not enjoy the full hour. Except the for Guitar guy but I'll get into that in my side notes. Off we go :)

7x10 Chaos Agent

Nolan bitching to Chenford about his song pretty humorous. Lucy not giving much sympathy is even funnier. Also loved her belting a little piece of the OG song. She's so cute I cannot. John has enough of her supportive shenanigans and takes off. lol

Lucy is left with Tim who was on her side till the serious bit. Giving her a sassy comment about not generalizing. I have zero doubt she gave him so much shit while they dated and he took some of it seriously. That's her 'experience' right there if you ask me ha. At least part of it. Love her face as she delivers that line. Smitty interrupts our crumb with his raccoon emergency lmao

Tim shoving Smitty's ass in the room I'm cackling. He doesn't have time for your shit sir LOL Lucy’s disappointed face when there is no raccoon is everything. She is so adorable. The animal lover in her wanting to see the little trash panda. Forever adore her being an animal lover no matter the animal. I am her and she is me haha

I love Lucy touching Tim's forearm when he says to neutralize the raccoon. There is no need to touch him so much Lucy.....Her hand all over that sexy forearm. Not once but twice. Also, them having opposing views on this, giving me 6x02 vibes with the bugs in her apartment, LOL. Miles is so cute in this scene too btw. He's really grown on me and his battle with this raccoon most of the ep was delightful.

Lucy was not jazzed with Seth showing up on his day off. I am never happy to see him either so I feel this. The irony that Seth is blown away by someone coming up with a crazy lie is wild. Pot meet habitually lying kettle. This kid is something else… Good lord... I knew the moment the doctor walked up and recognized Seth, it was the final nail in his lying liar coffin.

He is so terrible at said lying it’s painful. Lucy is on his ass from the moment he said ‘Used to be.’ So he used to have cancer…Kernel of truth with the lies. Just like all his others. I'll give it to him. He's nothing if not consistent with that. I have zero doubt, and so does Lucy; he used this to save his ass from being bounced from the program back in 7x05.

I was pretty damn certain but this officially confirmed it for me. Just look at Lucy as this convo goes down. Her stomach is turning over and over. This is not something to be ignored any longer. This doctor has accelerated his timeline out of the FTO and has no idea.

Lucy spots Luna and catches her. Cuts off Seth's incessant lying to do so. Dude knows he's a marked man when she departs. I adore Luna being a resource for Lucy on this. This has been such a good shift for her character to have. A useful one at that. Other thing I love is her telling Lucy she won't tell Wade unless she has to. You're a real one Luna.

Of course Seth switched to the shadiest doctor in the place. That sounds exactly right. When Luna was giving her background on this doctor, I thought, 'No doubt he’s paying this dude to make up shit for him'. She then confirms it at the end saying he's exactly the type of physician to be paid under table for that. Luna also putting to shame his BS answer about insurance. That little shit is dead in the water after this scene.

LOVE LOVE LOVE that she calls hubby right after. My heart. It's the little things fandom. Tim giving her the best answer she could receive. It's brilliant to draw his blood. He gets zero say in it and it'll finally nail him. I was wondering if anyone was actually monitoring his shit. Clearly not… But that sounds like health insurance tbh. Only looking for liabilities nothing else. Loving this plan though. No way for him to lie his way out of this one.

Probably wondering why I did a gif of this one eh? It's because of how Tim is with Smitty. How soft he is when he finds him. The concern in his voice when he asks if he's ok? Then after Smitty apologies the sweet tap on his knee to let him know it's ok. Be still my heart. I just loved this moment of softness from Tim with Smitty.

Our boy has grown so much it makes my heart ache in the best way. Not only is he kind but the tap to his knee is all the reassurance Smitty needs. Also just an antithesis to earlier when he shoved him into the office for the raccoon. Does my heart good to see it.

We get to the best part of the episode IMO. Seth's judgment day. Oooh boy I've been waiting for this! haha We all have. I mean holy hell look at Feral Tim staring down Ridley. Hot damn. Doesn't break once with his intense glare or sharp tone. 'Yes or no Officer Ridley.' *fans self*

Like to point out how important it was that Tim was there with her. What this means to Lucy. He was right next to Wade to be a United Front for her. Tim was with her to the very end on this. We know how hard this was going to be on Lucy. It was important her pillar was there. She does a good job keeping a stern face at first.

Especially when Seth looks at her. Drawing strength from the two men she needs most in this moment. They don't beat around the bush with him and it's much needed. This kid needs a reality check and fast. Wade and Tim don't mess around with him for one second while this unfolds.

Love how Wade and Tim tag team Seth about what is going to happen. It's a no you're gone. If it's a yes and no cancer. You're still gone. It's a lose lose situation for him and Ridley knows it. It's here we really start to see Seth come undone. From his body language to how he handles himself in this convo. With zero grace or accountability.

When he feels the tide rising against him he tries to pull the 'Woe is me card.' One that has served him well up until this point. Spewing he can be better. No honey you can't. You're on the 4th or 5th chance at this point bub. You're not getting better. You can't own your mistakes to save your life. Or be honest ever. His rant about his rights. You gave those up when you became a probational rookie my son.

When he starts to panic and turns to Lucy this is where we start to see her crack. The tears starting to form in her eyes. It's killing her because for awhile she wanted to believe him. Truly she did. Her natural instinct is to see the best in everyone. He took advantage of her kindness and exploited her empathy for his own gain. I wonder if she is going to second guess her instincts after him? I would even though there is zero reason for her to. I would be feeling pretty tore up and hurt. I imagine she will be too.

Melissa be killing me absolutely killing me when he says no to the draw. You can tell Lucy is wrecked about this. I can’t say I’ve been there in terms of a replica of Seth. But I did have a kid on my team I whole heartedly believed in. Trusted him. He exploited my kindness and empathy. It was quite the burn to my self esteem. He turned out to be a nightmare of Seth’s level.

Even when he was eventually terminated I felt the weight of it. Relief yes, but I carried it with me. Even though I had done everything right I could’ve with him. I still shouldered some of the responsibility. I know Lucy is feeling that. She is an empath and deeply caring one at that. This is going to stay with her for a little while I think.

Look at how Set avoids both Lucy and Tim and only comes at Wade. Knowing Tim would destroy him if he went after Lucy. I kinda wish he had but this kid knew not to poke that bear. He sure as hell didn’t have the balls to go after Tim that's for sure. So he focuses all his crazy rage on Wade, who handles it like the champ he is. Tears his defiant little ass down. Even with his last breath he couldn't own up to a single thing. Hiding behind a threatening lawsuit he will not win.

Tim takes over with some serious death glares about what happens next. If looks could kill you'd be one dead washed out rookie. Kinda wished we could've seen them send him off from the station but that's ok. I feel the aftermath of this will be in the next episode. Lucy's face at the very end is the final dagger to my heart. This is gonna rock her for awhile I can feel it.

I also have a feeling we are not done with him. Seems like the kind of little weasel that knows all the dirty back channels for a settlement. Don’t think we are quite done with him. I could be wrong though. I know Melissa did a nice shout out post for him that made it seem final. But I'll believe it when I see the final ep of this season lol

If we aren't would love for them to find out about his NWS lie with the road. If this was the end. I've wanted to say this all season but wanted to wait till his demise. Well done Patrick. Holy hell. What a starter character for him to break into tv with. You did such a good job. I truly hated your character's guts my good sir LOL Fantastic job.

Thank you as always to you amazing readers who like, comment ( chatty chat with me) and reblog these thoughts each week. You're incredible and I can't tell you the deep appreciation and love I feel from each one. Excited for next week. Our babies sharing a shop during the madness. Always happy to see that. Shall see you in 7x11 next week :)

Side notes -non Chenford

Ok I didn't super love the Rodger storyline. I'll be honest. It felt awkward and stilted. His SL felt like a sore thumb in a mighty intense episode. If he just had the cold open ok maybe. But to dedicate part of the ep to him?

I wasn't about it. His songs made me wicked uncomfortable in a second hand embarrassment way. I got massive Skip Tracer Randy vibes from it. No offense if you like STR he's just never sat right with me and the tone of the show lol Also Celina needs better taste in men she could do better than this turkey IMO. Ok rant over. haha

Loved them bringing Lisa back to help James the callbacks are great. Tying it in with when she got shot and how long the process is. Poor Nyla though this is so rough on her. Not just the recovery but their marital stuff they still have to work out on top of it. It’s a lot. Proud of her for not rushing to the station to help.

Will say every time Tim says ‘Juarez’ with that slight inflection always gets me a little hot and bothered. Mmmm.

Ok Zuzu made my skin crawl. How violating. Didn't like that one bit.

Poor Miles all episode he tried and Celina got him LOL I really enjoy his he is quite the cute puppy I never expected to love.

[julietasgf]

SOTR — MY THOUGHTS

I finally finished SOTR and I wanted to give some opinions. I already warn I didn't like it much (and I'm going to explain why), but I didn't hate it. just... meh. this is probably the first and last time I'm going to talk in deep about it besides making one face study or other :) as always, this is just my opinion and pls remember to respect each other's opinions! if you enjoyed the book, good for you! and if you didn't read it yet, read the book to have your own opinions on it!

I want to be fair and start with what I liked in this book:

wyatt and maysilee are great characters! wyatt honestly became my favorite in this book lol (love my little neurodivergent guy) and maysilee was written so funny! to me they honestly carried the book, I was so entertained by them

burdock and asterid 💖 they were so cute, and mind you, I was never invested in everlark or interested in katniss' parents

the little cameo of tam amber and clerk carmine raising a girl was adorable! clerk carmine in general was lovely ngl

beetee's plotline was amazing, despite heartbreaking, and I deeply enjoyed how it was written

wiress' games were SO interesting??? maybe it's me focusing on such a minor detail but I loved it

the whole plot of louella and lou lou was disturbing, maybe the most disturbing I've seen in the whole franchise, and it really struck out to me as a horror element

I understand and appreciate the attempt of trying to pass a political message for a younger audience, because let's be honest, this book was indeed written for a younger audience and there's nothing wrong with it! it's quite simplistic in the way it tries to pass it through, yes, but I recognize it was not written for me and that's okay

before going into what I disliked, I want to point out that I put the blame a bit on myself bc I had some expectations and it's natural to be disappointed when they don't happen (even if I tried a lot to NOT have expectations, I talked about this before in my blog). so read this with a grain of salt because I'm not a casual reader.

this book felt cheap. and when I say cheap, I mean that it doesn't bring new things at all. not thematically, not in worldbuilding aspects. I was already concerned when the book was announced and it was haymitch's pov because this meant it would be too much like the original thg book: a kid in D12 from the seam is reaped and goes through horrific events in the games. and in this case, it feels like a mix between THG and catching fire. and the thing is that I'm not completely against narrating the 2QQ, but there would be other ways to do it with other characters that didn't feel so overused tbh;

still on worldbuilding, it's so disappointing this book doesn't bring anything new to the table regarding panem or the districts' cultures, except for some interesting burial traditions in D12. it's confusing to me that the hunger games are still that undeveloped when it's just 25 years before katniss' games. it seems like such a short time for the efficiency of the capitol change so much. same for characters. I expected this book to have so many interesting characters (specially since we were going to have 48 tributes lol), but we have almost nothing except cameos, and the ones we have (like wyatt and maysilee) felt underused by the narrative;

I know a lot of people say that this book was a bridge between tbosas and og trilogy, but then the bridge was made out of really bad quality wood and it's about to fall at any minute. the connections felt forced and for some reason now half of D12 is covey or related to them (and I say this as someone who loves the covey). some of the connections established here make the og trilogy interactions seem a bit odd;

this book, to me, paints an idea of katniss being some sort of chosen one in thg that made me quite upset. and I don't say that for the covey relations, but oh! she actually reminds haymitch of louella, and oh! she was also the daughter of his best friend, and oh! haymitch also had a private talk about president snow not trusting in birds! the charm of katniss to me, at least, was that she was never a chosen one. she was the right person at the right time. she was a kid used as a tool. but anyway that's just me;

I know the cameos and fanservices are controversial because this book is very on the nose with it. and yeah, it's annoying, but not as annoying as the goddamned snowbaird fanservice on the sheer year of 2025. compared to the og trilogy, snow felt ooc. in tbosas it's justifiable because he's a kid, he's a teen, but here he's pushing 60. why is he telling things like this to a D12? why is he letting so many rebel discourse pass in front of his nose? in thg it felt justifiable that he wouldn't kill katniss because it would clearly turn her into a martyr, but in this, nothing really justifies why he didn't kill haymitch;

if I had the energy, I would do a whole post on lenore dove and why her character is deeply disappointing and honestly shallow (it's specially disappointing when her character is written by a woman, and still, she feels like the trope of the dead girlfriend that doesn't get depth and it's clearly there to haunt the boyfriend). there's an attempt to paint her as a strongly opiniated girl that really didn't work for me because we never get to know lenore dove outside of how haymitch talks about her. her personality felt like mixing sejanus and lucy gray, but without really caring about the nuances of both, and she's clearly an attempt to make lucy gray happen again but without what made her special;

the parallels between katniss and haymitch felt forced imo and it felt like SC was trying so so so hard all the time to convince us that actually he's just katniss but male version. and it's specially sad to me because haymitch, the main character of the whole book, was the most uninteresting one;

how do you make a book about propaganda and hume and doesn't approach career tributes at all? here, they feel exactly how they were in 74th hunger games. WHAT happened? how did they go from scared children trying to run from the arena in the 10th to this?

the writing didn't feel good. the dialogues were too expositive and didn't make sense for some adult characters (like beetee and plutarch) to talk in the way they did. I'm not going deep into this because I didn't read her other saga of books like TUC, but I have friends who pointed out exactly that this doesn't feel like how SC writes.

I want to finish this saying that I've seen some takes around saying that if you dislike or criticize this book, then it's because you didn't focus on the political message regarding propaganda and the characters were used as tools to get the message through. and I'm going to hold some people's hands and tell them to go read political books outside of the hunger games. a book's political message can be valid, but I'm not going to say it was well done or well written just because of it. after all, in the end, a book is still a book, and a book is a work that gets to be judged by its writing and structure.

this book felt like a movie script, and when I say it, I mean it was written structured like one. the way things happen, the amount of quick name drop, the chronology of events. and I say this because books and movies are different medias and are narrated in different ways. I'm going to say that I already thought it was a red flag that when the book was announced, the movie was already confirmed for 2026, but I didn't expect it to be so clear about being written for a movie. bc that's what this book is. it's a book written for lionsgate to produce a new hunger games movie. I've said it before, and I'm going to say it again: the feeling I had is that lionsgate wanted a new movie after tbosas being such a hit in 2024. but oh no! when the book came out, it was so badly received... SC, can you do a safer and much more comfortable for the audience book? one that they for sure will love. and here it is.

I didn't find it downright bad, it's enjoyable at times (the first two chapters were genuinely good imo), but it's at best 2.5 to me. it doesn't work as a standalone work, it doesn't work as part of a trilogy. this may be an unpopular opinion, but I feel like it's being so praised rn bc ppl are still hyped with it coming out (like when you eat too much sugar, yk what I mean?) and it has a lot of cameos and familiar faces. but, in some months, I def think some people will start to change their opinions once more debates rise up.

it's specially sad to me that the og saga proposed itself to criticize the death of children and the issues of entertainment industry, and people spent years saying there wouldn't be a haymitch book because it would go against the point of the trilogy, just then to... get another book about children dying in the most brutal ways (this one in specific is so much more brutal than the others, I have to say, specially with the amount of 12-13 yo tributes that appear).

suzanne collins always writes when she has something to say, but in this, she really only told us she had to pay her bills.

[knowmypower]

i wanna keep the ask excitement going but actually don't have a great knowledge of smashverse so i'm not great at being specific here, but have you got any other ships/character pairings you'd especially like to talk about or be asked about? i enjoy how you think about and write all these characters so it's fun to see any of your thoughts!!

you also mentioned some jigglypuff and meta knight art, if you wanted to share that!! 👀

OUGGHHHHH THANK YOU SO MUCHHHH that is so kind 🥹❤️ my smash brainrot has really returned with a vengeance lately so it's nice to have a place to dump my thoughts lol, everyone has been so nice!!!

HONESTLY i really should give an honourable mention to meta knight/lucario, i just love how much they respect each other. the handshake is so iconic but my favourite moment is actually probably when lucario gestures for meta knight to wait instead of jumping snake lol, just the fact that meta knight actually listens to him and waits for him to do his thing is amazing. the trust he has in lucario really shows there, as well as simply staying back and fighting with him when he could've gone ahead, especially since he was in such a hurry to retake the halberd. then there's lucario being so thorough about finding potential intruders on the halberd and going along with meta knight to help him retake it in the first place! they hit it off so quickly and support each other at every turn and i love that so much. i also think it's really funny how meta knight gets to shine as the more impulsive one in this duo/ship lol, like this is them 100% to me

AND AS FOR MK/PUFF……here's a few goofy lil things i did in 2019 :'] (featuring a Very early rendition of my mk gijinka lol)

[epersonae]

five fic Friday

so it's been a while, huh? life has been lifin' pretty hard, and I got out of the habit, and I kept saying "yeah I'll queue up some links or something" and then I didn't

and then this fuckin week happened, and I thought, ohhhhhhhh I don't feel good about some of my old recommendations.* maybe it is time to add some new ones that I can feel good about, which:

Of All the Gin Joints (10K, T) by @knifeturtlelives - canon-divergent AU where Ed runs into Stede at Jackie'z circa 2x1 - funny and poignant, frankly I crave more!

Vitamin C (795, T) by @oatmilktruther - MIND THE TAGS, as in, I saw the tags in the notification email and yelled I'M TRUSTING YOU out loud in my empty house; as in, major character death and no, not that guy. and also: an amazing gem of a fic. As a gardener and a widow: yeah, this.

In the cave, we are safe (2046, T) by @cochineal - inspired by the djenks holiday special, a bit of wound-tending with a really compelling narrative voice.

Pearls (2232, M) by @temporal-discounting - I also put this in my "Ed tells Stede about Izzy" collection, but it does that in the most interesting way I think I've seen, gets to that topic so gently and sideways, I'm compelled by the whole concept.

You're the fucking man, bro (1416, T) by @petrichorca - listed as a "rarepair", but let's call this what it is: Vincent's unrequited crush on Stede Bonnet, which is goddamn hilarious and sweet, and Stede is a real gentleman about it.

and now that I've done this: yeah, it's a bit time-consuming but also it reminded me why I liked these, and got me to revisit some things I've enjoyed lately. I'm happy I got back to it.

*I have not removed them from my bookmarks, nor am I going back and editing old posts. But I've annotated my bookmarks and added an additional bookmarker's tag; if you know what any of them were plagiarized from PLEASE let me know. (yes, I am following the efforts to create a complete catalog, and when that is available I'll be referencing it)

[nymphaea-blue]

hii!!! I have a request, I'm overflowing with happiness as I just got accepted into an art school!! I'd love to see how Rafayel would react🥺🥺🩷🩷 Thank you and have a nice day!!!

"Mon petit artiste" - headcanons + oneshot

Info : 1.1k+ word count, pure fluff, Rafayel being the supportive boyfriend he is.

Note : Congrats Anon! I'm so happy for you, art school is the best thing that happened to me so I wish you all the best and I hope you will enjoy this <3

﹒　⁺ He would be absolutely ecstatic about it, though at the same time, it was already expected. Of course, Rafayel being the lovely boyfriend and amazing artist he is, would try to help you both with preparations for any entrance exams as well as the school material. As soon as he got the news from you, you bet the two of you are going on a small (huge and expensive) celebratory dinner date.

﹒　⁺ Rafayel would help you with any material and homework you have. Art history exam? No issue, he will help you make compact notes to make it easier and he will ask you about the material later on to help you remember. A project due in a few days? Give him some materials and some water to drink and he can help you finish it in a few hours so you won't procrastinate while working on your own. He knows a lot about art history, even without studying it much, his favourite topics would be Ancient Greece (and Lemurian Arts!).

﹒　⁺ Ever since more material you needed to study came, he was your personal motivator. Rafayel would do his best to keep you on track and to make sure you won’t put off too many projects at the last minute, as the results from last night's work aren’t always the best and he cares about your grades and health too much to let you put that stress on yourself. Though, he would also be there to pry you off your work when needed to make sure you will get some fresh air, food and fun as well as some time with him!

﹒　⁺ He probably has the biggest (one sided) drama with your professors, because he thinks your grades should be wayy better than they give you, especially since he often helps you prepare and he knows you deserve the best grade. One time a professor critiqued something that he said you should add to your project and he was pouty for the rest of the evening and he was a hair away from calling the school to complain.

﹒　⁺ Rafayel would be so proud of all your work! If your art ever got featured on an exhibition,you bet he will attend it and take photos of you next to your work like a proud mom. He is proud of your grades as well, he knows you work hard and he respects it, so he's not shy to shower you with kisses after you get your results. Even if you get a worse grade sometimes, he is there to cheer you up and if you want to, help to prepare you to retake whatever you failed!

﹒　⁺ I fully believe Rafayel would get invested into any class drama you have, he loves to hear you talk about both your friends and any enemies. He somehow keeps up with everything and it feels like gossiping with a best friend rather than a boyfriend because he’s so chill about whatever you tell him.

﹒　⁺ You often get picked up by him when your classes end. He has your schedule memorised and since he knows that classes tend to end during late hours of the day, he is always there to pick you up, take you somewhere for dinner and get you home to rest and cuddle with him to make up for the time you were away.

“Hello my wonderful artist, how was school today?” Rafayel asked as he saw you walk towards him. He parked in front of your school, so you were easily able to spot him when your class ended and the people started heading home.  You sighed and gave him a kiss, despite how draining school could be, somehow he always made you feel energised even just by looking at him. You put away your art folder in the back of his car before sitting in the passenger seat after he opened the doors for you. The drive started, he blasted some radio music as you got to relax a bit, his sports car sure was comfortable. “Long and boring, but nice nonetheless. We finally got the results from that art history quiz I studied so hard for.” “Took the teacher long enough, but what did you get? I’m sure you did amazing.” “A C, it isn’t bad, honestly. Most of my class failed, but I was hoping for a better grade.” “What?! How? I literally prepared you for this, you know all about Lemurian culture, even about how columns were built.” He was confused and annoyed, but his eyes stayed firmly on the road, though you weren’t sure if he was going at the speed limit, but this was nothing new. Rafayel was excited when he heard you were learning about Lemuria, there wasn’t much found by humans but they made it necessary to study anyways and he was proud of his people because their work was wonderful, so he was more than happy to teach you. He prepared you in such a way that you knew everything, perhaps it was easier to learn because it was something so dear to your boyfriend, he was so enthusiastic while talking about it, it was hard not to listen and remember. “I don’t know… I’m a bit disappointed as well. I studied, I understood the material, I wrote everything so I don’t know why that happened, but at least I passed. That’s something to be positive about, right?” You tried to cheer yourself up. Even though you were happy that you passed, it still didn’t feel like enough since you worked lots in preparation for the quiz, yet somehow it didn’t work out how you wanted.  “I don’t believe you could get that grade… Is it possible to take a look at the quiz, perhaps?” He asked, he was sure there had to be something wrong. Of course, he didn’t expect human knowledge on Lemuria to be very advanced but despite that, the material should be close enough to the truth and you should easily get an A. He knew you deserved it, as he saw how hard you studied. “Well, I think so. I can ask my professor for it next time.” “Great, you do that, aaand how about we get some dinner right now, hm? Your favourite takeout maybe?” As it turned out, Rafayel was right and most of your answers were marked as wrong by mistake, and he was furious about it. Needless to say, one phone call and your grade got corrected to a well deserved A, though your professor looks at you a bit funny ever since speaking with Rafayel, but you try to not think about how the conversation went for the sake of your sanity.

[alypink]

Stopping by to say thank you for that Adler group here in tumblr I get food daily thnx to it :D. I saw your amazing drawings n renders of Adler and inspired me to do mines so I wish I can soon post :3

curious to see what u are going to post next but I'll keep an eye out! Good luck with everything and thanks for sharing ur stuff! (Your black ops of is gorgeous too <3)

hi hi hi !💕

hehehe no worries, i love the group! and enjoy seeing people share their content on it, im glad we have a place where we all can have Adler content on a regular basis!

and omg THANK YOU SO MUCH! it means the world to me you like my content! and hopefully after i'm finished with some asks, request and comms i'll have more Adler content very very soon 🤩

Well im focusing on the requests, gifts, etc. But i have been doing some animations that i'll share later! Also focusing on some of my moots, friends oc and oc interactions :) excited to show.

I also did a logo and some other drawings for Adler and Woods VAs Podcast that they'll start soon! so excited to show what i've done, but you'll also see that on their IG hehe, here's the logo i made for them:

(thanks to my friend sleepy who guided me on some of the stuff i did hihihi <3 te amo)

and thank you for liking my bby Aleks too 🥰 i'll have more content and answering some ask about her very soon too!

THANK YOU FOR THE ASK! 💕

[fruity-mond]

I'm SO TIRED of people saying "complain impact" "why are you guys comparing" "just quit the game no one is forcing you"

SHUT UP!!! SHUT UP SHUT UP WHY CAN'T WE HAVE STANDARDS ANYMORE. WHY CAN'T WE POINT OUT THAT THE GAME WE FELL IN LOVE WITH IS TAKING A TURN THAT IS SHOWING A PRETTY SCARY FUTURE.

They showed us they can create something amazing. They gave us lovable characters, they gave us INSANELY intriguing lore. WE KNOW WHAT THEY CAN OFFER. SO FORGIVE US FOR BEING UPSET WHEN THEY GAVE US LACKLUSTER CONTENT AFTER THE BANGER THAT WE WERE LEFT WITH.

I don't LIKE complaining! I don't like talking bad about this game because dude LOOK at my blog right now. I love this game, I love the characters to death. But when the newest one they offer feels more like plot devices and less like friends your player is supposed to make, it gets SO DRAINING. I don't want to have to pull for this character to understand their personality! Why do I have to get them first before falling in love with them?

Show their anger, their drive, their sass WHATEVER THEY HAVE in the archon quest! Don't just make all the scenes just exposition of what's going on and show everything else in a non permanent event.

Also, WHY is everyone in your nation so. Good? Why are all the characters so upstanding and willing to die for it? I mean, yeah!! Let's go!! Patriotism!! But come ON. SHOW SOME HESITANCY, IT'S YOUR LIFE HERE. YOU'RE ALL NOT SUICIDAL RIGHT?

The designs aren't bad per se, I like the colours. I like how they look but by god does it not fit genshin. "Genshin's never been fantasy" you cannot deny that when over HALF the entire fandom, who's still on the high of the Dainsleif "Bedtime" quest and are genuinely looking forward to the game, say that "hey. This is kinda off", something IS PROBABLY OFF?

Fontaine was marketed as a nation of advancement. They're literally steampunk. They don't have modern technology like ours but it doesn't mean they don't have something better or unheard of. Natlan was marketed as a nation of WAR. Why is there DJs?? I get that they're detached from the rest of teyvat but you understand that, after already being in the nation that was the most "technologically advance", this is a horrible writing move?

I'm not angry at people who enjoy the quest, far from it really! I actually have a good amount of respect for the people that like the media that I can't. See the bright outlook on things. But when they start calling us unwarranted critics, complaining for the sake of it, ungrateful, is where I'm pissed. Why aren't we allowed to tell the MILLION DOLLAR GAME COMPANY that we want a better story when we KNOW they can offer more?

Honestly, I could even go on abt how Genshin shot itself in the foot by the mass production of characters they're creating. You can only create so many characters before they start feeling bland and repetitive. That's a discussion for another day. But please. Please understand you're allowed to criticize. You're allowed to be upset, you're allowed to have standards, you're allowed to want more from a company who just wants to milk your wallet dry. If they want to do that, at least give back some of the great quality from before.

The previous quests and nations weren't perfect either, don't get me wrong, but that really shows the issue doesn't it? The content was imperfect yet everyone loves it. What does that say about the content now. Like the game, like the story, good! Enjoy everything you can but don't bow down to the corporate that has fuck up fans over and over and over and OVER again. Let people be upset, don't turn on each other.

It's seriously not fun to dislike something you've enjoyed for so long. Believe me, I don't like complaining about Natlan. It just makes me feel sad. But criticism should be made. Most of the haters are scared bc we've looked forward to Snezhnaya for YEARS. And if they treat it the same way they treat Natlan? That's 5 years down the drain.

i didn't want to yap this much but oh my god I'm at my wit's end.

[fmajorenthusiast]

The Rocky Horror characters at the mall?? :) What shops would they like? What antics would they get into?

-A.B.

OMG I LOVE IT SO MUUUCHHHH

Frank: He is headed straight to Victoria's Secret- he loves Victoria's secret. He's also been banned from numerous candy shops because he keeps trying to use the candy in attempts to seduce staff and other customers with it. It started out with just lollipops, which they couldn't really get after him for, but then it escalated into "inappropriate use of the whipped cream" and "noise complaints from his moaning whenever he ate anything" and he was out

Brad: Brad loves to go fishing through those big bins of DVDs in video stores!!! (Idk if they still exist I haven't seen them in my recent trips to the mall but they were excellent while they lasted. I probably would not have the patience for what Brad does, but I'm proud that he does it) One time he found a Monty Python in there and rode that high for MONTHS! It was his greatest moment. He's also always going to wherever the Mario games are!!!

Janet: Janet's favorite stores are Forever 21 and Macy's. She definitely gets obsessed with stuff, has her arms full, and then realizes halfway through that she most certainly cannot afford most of these things. She then has to spend an eternity deciding what to put back. There have been a few times in which a store has needed to inform her that they'll be closing in fifteen minutes and she's needed to make an incredibly quick turn-around. She always comes back for the things she's left behind once she comes into some more money, though, and then the process starts all over again and she is thrilled every time!

Riff Raff: Riff Raff loves to get nail polish at makeup stores and other little accessories that can make him feel especially elegant! He'll go more out there and get better outfits when he's not in Frank's servitude- but anything he gets will inevitably become Frank's if he's not careful. ALSO he always gets himself a nice little treat because Frank ususally gives him and Magenta leftovers. He's developed a true love of cheese popcorn and will get himself a bag if one of the stores is selling one. However, he does tend to look like a bird when he eats, so if he sees someone looking at him funny, and he notices that they are not a child (he'll turn the other way if they are) will stare them directly in the eyes and go kind of cross-eyed until they leave and he can enjoy his popcorn in peace

Magenta: Magenta will go and outright get her nails done at the mall. Then, depending on the day, she'll either get some perfume, clothes, accessories, or baking supplies! Sometimes she'll just go to a bakery and let them do the job for her. She also loves those fun vulgar signs that you can get to hang up. She's kind of seen as a test of sorts when she walks into a store because- if she doesn't like the service you provide- she will go online and leave the most scorching of reviews. If you pass the "Magenta test" your shop honestly probably gets a small celebration

Columbia: At every mall you will find a few special shops that sell AMAZING fashion and accessories that are so alternative and unique. You will find Columbia there every time!!! It's where all of her favorite outfits come from! She'll also always get donuts on her way out

Eddie: Eddie steals from Hot Topic. Its an unstoppable fact of life. No one can stop it

Doctor Scott: Doctor Scott loves bookstores!!! He'll always decide what his next read is on the spot, but he'll always pick something that he ends up enjoying. He's read so many things that it's surprising! He subbed for Brad and Janet's literature class one time, checked the curriculum, and had read every book on the list. How does he always pick something that he ends up enjoying? Well he reads the first 5 or so chapters in the store before he even buys it! He's caught a few employees looking at him funny for it a few times, but there is in fact, no rule against this action. Hes been doing it since he was like 20 and no one can stop him

Rocky: Rocky loves shops where he can get board games and special ice cream flavors- but his favorite thing that the mall has to offer is the ball pit. Oh how Rocky loves the ball pit

The Criminologist: the Criminologist loves getting pictures, either drawn, painted, or photographed, that he can frame and hang up on his walls! He especially loves ones of city skylines!!!