#more-than-a-princess starter call

[more-than-a-princess]

It's time for a new starter call! I prefer to open these up every few months to get some new interactions going, especially with blogs and muns I've yet to write with. With that in mind, please like this post for a starter with Sonia.

A few guidelines:

multis please specify muse in the comments or chat with me about it in IMs. If you have a Danganronpa muse (canon or OC), please specify verse as well. At this time, I am not writing threads for Despair-verse.

mutuals only.

please be patient with my turnaround time. I will be working these in with my current threads. My goal is to write, queue, and post these within 10 days, depending on how many starters I have to write.

I tend to write quite a bit! These will likely be on the multi-para side for post length.

please only like this starter call if you intend to turn the starter into a thread. It's a pet peeve of mine to write a starter and have it not be replied to.

[yuyusuyu]

the princess treatment chronicles!

pairing. non idol! best friend! song mingi x non idol! fem! reader

synopsis. the five times you accidentally completed the steps that would make mingi swoon also known as the five times you accidentally gave him princess treatment and he kept falling harder for you each time

warnings. mentions of food, getting sick, fire (someone get mingi away from the grill), cursing (wooyoung naur)

genres. romance, fluff, comedy, best friends to something more

ft. non idol! ateez

wc. 3k

pt 2. here !

a/n. happy birthday to our lovely mingi :( (this was supposed to be posted in two days wtaf 😭 guys pls just ignore and pretend it was posted on his bday 😭 my queue os my biggest enemy now)

reblogs and comments are appreciated! helps with not getting shadowbanned!

MINGI has a list. it's a special list to him, one that speaks volumes about him.

speaks volumes about a step-by-step process on how to make him, song mingi, fall in love with someone.

now, this list is hidden in his notes app, and the physical copy of this is hidden in one of his math notebooks from high school. he is the only person to know about this list, other than his best friend, of course (only because yunho accidentally saw him writing it out instead of doing math homework with him).

yunho calls it 'a step-by-step guide to the princess treatment' but mingi likes to correct his friend, telling him that it's actually called 'the way to song mingi's heart.'

yunho likes to call it otherwise.

but what does that have to do with you? well, for starters, mingi met you through yunho. it was completely accidental. according to yunho, he was never going to introduce you because you're like a little sister to him and you might end up stealing mingi from him by being your lovable self. instead of that happening, you two had instantly clicked and the three of you became a little trio, one that somehow always managed to spend time with each other everyday.

crazy.

how mingi and yunho managed to keep the list a secret from you, they have no idea (and yunho has no idea why mingi doesn’t want you knowing. the three of you tell each other everything to the point that it can be seen as oversharing at times), how they’ve managed to keep this list hidden from you for so long—three years, to be exact.

until now, that is.

STEP ONE TO MAKE SONG MINGI FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU: RUN INTO A PUBLIC PLACE IN A DRAMATIC MANNER WITH SOMETHING OF IMPORTANCE TO MINGI ! (IT SHOWS THAT YOU CARE VERY MUCH ABOUT HIM TO THE POINT OF NOT CARING ABOUT HOW OTHER PEOPLE SEE YOU)

mingi frowns as he looks down at his phone, eyebrows furrowed when he looks up at yunho. “she’s ten minutes late.”

yunho nods, also frowning. “maybe something came up and that’s why she’s running late?”

slumping down in his seat, mingi sighs, grumbling, “yeah, but she would’ve texted us by now if something happened. you know how yn is…”

the bells of the café entrance chimes, signaling the appearance of a customer. mingi, at this point, has given up checking if every new customer that walks into the café is you. he folds his arms on the table, resting his head as he pouts.

“oh yn!”

and then he immediately perks up in his seat, excitedly turning around to face you. yunho gets up, giving you a hug before ushering you into the seat next to mingi’s.

“i’m so sorry,” you wheeze, “i was going to text the group chat but then my phone died.”

yunho tilts his head. “your phone died? you don’t usually use your phone while you have a shift at the restaurant.”

“i don’t,” you say, running a hand through your tousled hair. “but i forgot to charge my phone before i left my place, and then when i went to that doughnut place, the lines were ridiculously long but i was already in line so i decided to suck it up and—"

“woah,” laughs mingi. “slow down.”

“sorry,” you mumble, sighing and taking in a breath before continuing. “i went to the doughnut place that just opened up. i read on a forum that wednesday afternoons are usually the slowest, so i decided i’d stop by before coming over to the cafe to study with you guys. when i got there, there was already a line that was about to start wrapping around the store, so i had to beat this lady next to me that wanted to get in line.”

“a lady,” yunho repeats, chuckling. 

you hum. “yeah. i beat her to it, by the way. anyway, i was checking the time and saw it was already nearing the time we decided on, so i was in the middle of sending a text when my phone died.” you take out your phone from your tote bag along with a box.

it’s then that cogs in mingi’s brain starts working when he eyes the cursive lettering on the box.

“oh, isn’t that the doughnut place mingi’s been wanting to try out?” yunho asks, hands stretching out to grab the box.

you slap his hands, earning a laugh from the taller male as he brings them back to his side. “yes,” you reply, side-eyeing yunho. “meaning this isn’t for you.”

grabbing the box, you sheepishly smile at mingi, handing it over to him. “i know you’ve been trying to find the time to go over and try their doughnuts, but since my workplace is closer… i mean, why not?”

“excuse us for a second,” mingi mumbles, leaving you confused as he grabs yunho’s arm and drags him over to a corner in the cafe. once you’re out of earshot, mingi clears his throat. “what the hell was that?”

“what was what?” whispers yunho, blinking as he watches mingi glance over at you. you’re in the middle of trying to tame down your wild hair.

“she just completed step one.”

yunho gasps, turning mingi around by his shoulders. “no way,” he says. “did you tell her about the list?”

“what? no!” he cries out. “how did she even do it? yunho, i swear if you told her—”

“that’s not my secret to tell!” yunho whisper-shouts. “listen, this was probably a one time thing. there’s no way she even knows about it. plus, maybe she was just feeling a little generous today towards you!”

mingi slowly nods. “yeah,” he mumbles. “yeah, you’re right. let’s head back before yn starts asking questions…”

yunho was not right.

STEP TWO: IN MINGI’S TIME OF NEED, DO WHATEVER YOU CAN IN ORDER TO MAKE HIM FEEL HAPPY (THIS IS TO SHOW THAT YOU WOULD DO ANYTHING FOR HIM NO MATTER WHAT TIME IT IS OR WHAT YOU’RE DOING)

mingi grumbles as he kicks his shoes off and drops his things on the floor by the door, closing it and shuffling over to his room as he angrily sends a text to the group chat.

it’s already one in the morning. yunho is most likely gaming and you’re most likely already sleeping. regardless, mingi still sends a text and doesn’t bother waiting for an answer as he flops down into his bed face-first.

he barely manages to make out the sound of his phone ringing. he blindly searches for his phone until his hand finally finds it. grunting, he brings it to his face, his eyes squinting at the screen from the brightness in comparison to his dark room.

yn: you still have your spare key in the same place, right?

mingi: i thought you had my spare after last time?

he sees that you’re in the middle of typing, so he waits until you finally send another message.

yn: oh

yn: yeah, you’re right. just found it on my keychain 

mingi: i’m always right

yn: mmmmmm i wouldn’t say that but sure…

mingi: bruh

again, the typing bubble pops up on his screen before it disappears. mingi’s a bit confused, he won’t lie. he thought you would already be sleeping, but you weren’t. he snorts. “she asked me about my spare key instead of what’s wrong…?”

he shakes his head, stuffing it into his pillow. “whatever,” he mumbles.

mingi swears he’d only closed his eyes for a brief moment when the sound of his door unlocking fills the air. he stiffens in his bed before scrambling off, fumbling to find something to protect himself. he unplugs the lamp by his nightstand and grips it tightly, quietly tiptoeing towards his door.

“mingi?”

“yn, what the hell?” mingi groans, stepping out of his room and walking into the living room area of his apartment.

you narrow your eyes in confusion, pointing at the lamp he’s still holding. “why do you have a lamp in your hand?”

“the real question here is why are you here?” he huffs, leaning down to put the lamp on the floor. mingi then crosses his arms over his chest, “and why aren’t you sleeping?”

“i was about to sleep,” you say, walking past mingi and into his room. he follows you, his mouth open in surprise. “but then you texted that you had a shit day, so here i am.” you drop the bag you’re holding onto his bed, turning around. “now why the hell did you have a lamp in your hand?”

mingi clears his throat. “i, uh, thought someone was breaking in…”

you snort, sitting on his bed and patting the space next to the bag. “that’s funny, mings. no one is going to break in if you’re a broke college student.”

huffing, he grumbles as he sits down on his bed, bringing his knees up to his chest. “shut up.”

“mhm,” you hum. “now tell me about why you had a shit day while we eat some of your favorites, yeah?” you stick your hand into the bag and take out one of his favorite snacks, opening the bag and handing it over to him while you shift around to face him.

he thinks his heart started beating a little too fast for his liking.

STEP THREE: WHEN MINGI IS STRUGGLING TO DO SOMETHING, JUST DO IT FOR HIM WITHOUT EVEN ASKING IF HE NEEDS ASSITANCE (THIS IS TO SHOW THAT YOU NOTICE WHEN HE IS STRUGGLING)

you look between yunho and mingi. yunho’s trying so hard not to laugh, but his smile gives him away. he obviously finds mingi struggling to light the grill amusing. 

“c’mon,” you slap yunho’s arm, earning a whine from him. “don’t be a bully.”

“yeah, yunho,” mingi says, looking up for a brief second to glare at him before looking back at the box of matches in his hand. “don’t be a bully.”

you gently take the box away from mingi’s hands, taking out a match and striking it against the box, a flame appearing. you grab the lighter fluid and pour some on the charcoal before  chucking the match into the grill, a fire immediately coming to life.

mingi gasps and hides behind you, startled. yunho laughs at the sight. “no way you’re hiding behind yn right now,” he says, wiping tears away from his eyes. “she’s literally so short compared to you.”

“shut up, jeong yunho.” you point at him. “or else i’ll change my netflix password.”

yunho gasps. “you wouldn’t dare!”

as you and yunho quarrel, mingi sighs, hiding his face in his hands when he feels the back of his neck grow unbearably hot.

you are doing a number on him.

and he’s a little scared.

because you’re his best friend.

and he can’t believe that his best friend, of all people, would be completing his five-step-guide in making him fall for someone.

he has to talk to yunho soon about this.

STEP FOUR: WHEN MINGI IS HURT, HELP AND CODDLE HIM (THIS IS TO SHOW THAT YOU CARE A LOT ABOUT HIM)

he never got the chance to talk to yunho about this.

after your impromptu bbq day at yunho’s place, mingi ended up getting sick. he didn’t tell anyone, not wanting to bother anyone and burden them with taking care of him. so here he is, laying in his bed, shivering and clutching onto his blankets for dear life.

he hears his front door clicking open, and he groans. “go away!” he croaks, sneezing afterwards. “i have nothing to offer you, you thief!”

you laugh. “seriously? you think i’m some robber again?”

at the sound of your voice, mingi’s heart skips a beat. he clears his throat. “no… what are you doing here? i seriously need to take my spare key away from you…”

“yeah, yeah,” you say, walking into his room and raising an eyebrow when you see the state he’s in. “why didn’t you tell yunho or i about this, mings? we would’ve come running to you.”

he sneezes. “i didn’t want to annoy anyone,” he says, lowering his blankets from his face just to see you.

you click your tongue and walk to the side of the bed, pressing your hand to the back of his forehead. “don’t be silly, mingi. you know we don’t find you annoying… at least i don’t find you annoying,” you mumble, straightening your back and walking out of the room. “i’m going to make you some soup, you weakling! don’t get up!”

mingi lets out a weak laugh, sneezing afterwards. “yes, ma’am…”

“what was that?”

“yes, ma’am!” he yells, his voice cracking. mingi hears you giggle to yourself.

he huffs, pulling his blankets over his head.

when you’re done making the soup, you carry a bowl and some cough medicine into his room and find that he’s asleep. you set the bowl on his nightstand, shaking him awake as gently as possible. “mingi,” you whisper. “mingi, i have the soup. i need you to wake up so that i can feed you.”

“feed me?” he asks, whispering.

you hum, opting to card your hand through his hair that’s been growing out recently. “yeah, i need to feed you.”

“feed… feed me?” mingi screeches, abruptly sitting up. you gasp, almost falling off the bed.

clearing your throat, you reach out to grab the bowl, placing it in your lap and grabbing a spoonful, blowing on it slightly before leaning away. “here…”

mingi stares at you, wide-eyed.

you purse your lips. “mingi, i need you to eat so that you can get better.”

“right!” he says, his voice an octave higher than usual as he moves to eat the soup. when he leans back, mingi sees you smiling at him.

his stomach does some summersaults.

STEP FIVE: TAKE CARE OF MINGI (THIS SHOWS THAT HE IS VERY IMPORTANT TO YOU)

mingi puffs his cheeks out, trying not to laugh as he takes out his keys.

“yunho, i need you to carry the cake… actually, never mind, jongho can you please carry the cake?”

yunho gasps. “yn, do you not believe in me and my capabilities to carry a cake?”

“...no, i don’t.”

“what the—”

hongjoong claps once. “stop fighting!” he says. “mingi’s going to be here any minute now—”

“actually,” pipes up seonghwa. “it says that he just arrived.”

“what the fuck!” wooyoung screams. “guys, hurry the fuck up! he’s coming!”

“wooyoung… stop screaming… you’re giving us away,” yeosang says.

“yeah, what my boyfriend said.” san says.

“san, dude, how many times do i have to tell you that i am not your boyfriend.”

mingi takes in a deep breath before shoving his keys into the lock, the noise going on on the other side immediately stopping. he can hear you all shuffling around until someone whisper-shouts at jongho to go shut the door.

“what the—but i’m carrying the cake?” jongho sounds baffled.

“give me the cake and go stop mingi from coming in! yunho hasn’t finished hanging the stupid banner!” you cry out.

mingi assumes jongho’s laying his weight on top of the door because he can’t push it open.

“did you just call me stupid, yn?”

“no, but i will if you don’t hurry up!”

“guys,” hongjoong sighs, and mingi can bet that he’s rubbing his temples. “i think mingi can hear you.”

he sure can.

“okay, jongho come back!”

mingi snorts, pushing the door open and flicking the lights on. yunho’s awkwardly holding the end of a birthday banner up while the other end is taped onto the wall. hongjoong and seonghwa both sigh in unison at how badly the surprise is coming along, and wooyoung and san are trying to push each other out of the way so that one of them can stand next to yeosang, who is rolling his eyes and trying to shuffle away from the two. jongho stands to your side, the only one who is actually smiling at him—oh, he’s lying.

you’re smiling at him while holding a birthday cake.

“suprise, mings!” you say.

everyone yells happy birthday to him, and somehow he finds himself getting shoved by wooyoung towards the small table he has by the kitchen. you’re standing next to him, laughing as you put the paper party hat on his head, making sure that the thin string is secured underneath his chin before moving to get the knife.

“let mingi cut the cake!” wooyoung yells.

“he could get himself cut, and the birthday boy shouldn’t have to do it unless he wants to,” you chide, glancing up at mingi through your eyelashes. “do you want to cut it, mings?”

he swallows the lump in his throat, shaking his head afterwards. “no,” he breathes out, licking his lips. “you can do it for me, if that’s okay.”

you grin at him, carefully cutting up the cake. you place the slices on plates, making sure that the biggest slice goes to mingi.

oh no, he thinks.

you’ve officially completed his five-step-guide to his heart.

“um, yn?” mingi leans down to whisper into your ear.

you hum in response.

“can we talk for a sec?”

nodding, you let yourself get dragged by mingi into his room. after closing the door, he looks at you and you notice that his ears are very red.

“are you okay?” you ask, pointing at your ears. “your ears are red.”

mingi whines, covering his face with his hand. “can you turn around real quick?”

“okay…”

mingi peeks through his fingers, sighing in relief when your back is facing him. he clears his throat and wipes the palms of his hands on his jeans. “i, uh… would you like to go out for dinner sometime this week?”

“as a date?” you ask, fighting the urge to turn around to look at him.

in a small voice, mingi replies. “yeah… as a date.”

“i’d like that.”

[outermaybanks]

i was thinking if mean!jj x kook!reader,

jj works for reader and she gets on his nerves but he kinda likes her and she teases him sometimes but little does he know she kinda likes him too

i LOVE mean JJ

a/n: soooo I loved this request so much that it kind of took on a mind of its own and became wayyyy too long, so this is part 1, part 2 coming soon after i proofread and edit. but also if this isn't quite what you were requesting PLS let me know I love this pairing and dynamic and would fully be willing to try again

part two posted

This summer was supposed to be your summer. Your dad had bought you your dream car, a whole new wardrobe, and your parent’s 15th anniversary fell in the middle of July, and this year you were promised the house to yourself for that week while your parents took a second honeymoon. 

But then, your dad hired none other than the infamous JJ Maybank to work for him this summer. 

Now, normally, you would have no problem with your dad hiring a Pogue to work around the house, both of JJ’s friends, Pope Heyward and John B Routledge had worked small jobs for him in the past, but JJ was practically your worst nightmare when it came to your plans. You had planned for this summer to be the best ever, to be the height of your social life, and now, the most big mouthed, impulsive, Kook-hating and downright rude Pogue to ever grace the OBX was working in your house five days a week.

So, you naturally came to one conclusion: You had to get JJ to quit before your parent’s trip in the middle of July.

June 10th

It started small, ignoring him when he was there, it was no secret that JJ hated Kooks, so you figured being as rude as he assumed you to be would be easiest. But honestly, it seemed like JJ liked that you ignored him, so you had to kick it up a bit. 

“Hey Pogue!” You called as you stepped out of your mansion, clad in only a bikini as you prepared to enjoy your pool. JJ released the gas on the lawn mower to make it stop as his jaw clenched and he put on his most tolerable face. “When you finish with the lawn, you need to change the oil in my car.”

“In case you didn’t get the memo, princess, I work for your dad, not you,” JJ called before reaching for the pull cord. You made your way down the steps and over to him just as he began tugging the cord, but you stood right in front of the mower, so JJ begrudgingly released the bar again.

“In case you didn’t get the memo, my daddy does anything I say. Daddy has fired workers for making my food wrong, so really, you work for me, princess. Got that?” You asked with a sickeningly sweet smile. JJ’s lower jaw stirred then clenched into a forced smile. “You got it, ma’am.” “That’s better, Maybank.”

You didn’t like being mean, and you didn’t like asserting power over others, that’s why you didn’t just follow through on your word and tell your dad to fire JJ. You knew he needed this job, and you didn’t want to close that window for him permanently, but this was a man who was known for getting into fights, especially with Kooks, a man who you already knew hated you, and now he was standing in the way of your summer plans. JJ being here meant half the Kooks you knew wouldn’t step foot on the property just to avoid drama, or avoid upsetting their boyfriends. You just needed your summer back. If you could just get JJ to quit for the summer, you’d have your daddy offer him more money to come back in the fall. Really, a win win for everybody.

You weren’t naive to the rumors around the island about JJ, and as you walked towards your lounge chair on the edge of the pool, you couldn’t help turn your head to catch a glimpse of JJ’s arms as he yanked the starter cord to resume mowing the back lawn. 

June 17th

A week had passed since that encounter, and JJ showed no signs of quitting. He was currently cleaning your pool as you were inside, in the cool AC, as your mom had the house chef make you lunch. The house chef liked to listen to noise while they worked, so from you sat at the island, sipping a pina colada, you heard the weatherman announce the heat wave that was currently plaguing the Outerbanks. Despite everything, you found yourself looking out the window to JJ, shirtless as he used the pool skimmer.

You groaned to yourself as you couldn’t bring yourself to cruelty. You went to the fridge and grabbed a cold water bottle before sliding the glass door open.

“Hey Maybank!” You called, making JJ look up. You held up the water bottle then gentle tossed it to him. JJ dropped the pool skimmer to catch it, and then inspected the water bottle before opening it. He gave it a test sniff, which make you giggle, before he took a sip.

“Thanks, Kook.” “Just y/n works, y’know. Unless you want to go back to calling me princess,” You joked, walking closer to him, your lips wrapping around the straw to sip your pina colada as JJ downed the water bottle. 

“Can I ask you something?” You asked suddenly, surprising yourself that you had actually spoken your thoughts aloud. “What?” JJ replied coldly, looking at you suspiciously. “Why did you start working for my dad? Everyone knows you hate Kooks, I figured that meant you’d want to stay as far away from them as possible.” “Well, firstly, don’t assume you know anything about me. Secondly- you’re right. I do hate Kooks. Your dad was offering more than anyone else, that’s all.” “Really? Extra money is all it takes to abandon your morals?” “See, that’s it right there. To you, it’s extra money. To me, it’s survival. All you damn Kooks wouldn’t know shit about struggling. But god forbid you don’t have a brand new dress to wear to your weekly Courtillion or some shit.”

“Cotillion,” You corrected. “Which is only for debuntants, which I am not.”

“What the fuck ever. The point is, you think you know real struggle, so when you see someone actually struggling, you don’t give a fuck, but the truth is you’ve never had a real problem. Rich people make up their own problems so they don’t get bored, and then act entitled to people who actually struggle, it’s fucking annoying,” JJ finished before picking the pool skimmer back up. His words felt like a slap in the face, but you took them to heart. That night, you went to your dad and told him he needed to pay JJ more. 

June 20th

“Chug, chug, chug!” The amalgamation of voices cheered on as Kelce and Topper shotgunned a beer. Since you couldn’t invite your friends to your house, you had gone over to your friend’s house for some fun, but then she got a text about a get together at the beach, so that’s where you found yourself. 

“Hey, y/n, what’s this I hear about JJ Maybank working for your dad or something?” A girl named Hannah asked. “Yeah, he started a few weeks before summer break,” You answered. “Ooooo,” The girl teased. “Has he been… putting the work in?” You rolled your eyes, a sick feeling forming in your stomach at her words. “That’s so- It’s not like that. I barely speak to him,” you answered, bringing your beer can to your lips, hoping that would end the conversation. “You’re better than me, girl. On the first day I would’ve jumped his bones.”

It disgusted you to hear Hannah reduce JJ down to his looks, to his sexual reputation. You couldn’t help but remember what JJ had said about all Kooks feeling entitled.  

“Actually, Hannah, he’s like, really cool, and smart, and… passionate about his hobbies. He’s not just a dick for you to jump on,” Honestly, you pulled all of that out of your ass, but you just couldn’t let her speak about JJ like he was a piece of meat.

Hannah laughed. “And you learned all of that by barely speaking to him? Yeah, sure, y/n, it’s okay, your secret is safe with me. I wouldn’t want everyone to know I was boning a Pogue either.” That was your limit. You quickly excused yourself, and when no one was looking, you left the beach.

Unfortunately, your friend had driven you, so you were stuck walking home. Whatever. You couldn’t stand to be there another moment.

JJ had been off that day as well, so he had spent the day with his friends, and they were currently on their way back to John B’s house. Just as JJ had put his blunt between his lips, about to spark it, his night was ruined.

“Hey, is that y/n y/l/n?” John B asked as he slowed down the Twinkie to get a better look.  “Yeah, yeah, it is,” Pope answered. “Stop the van.” “What? Why? She can walk just fine,” JJ argued. “It’s dark out and she’s walking alone,” John B answered. “So? She’ll be fine.”

“JJ.” John B scolded before pulling the van over beside you. You recognized John B’s van from when it was parked in your driveway when John B worked on your dad’s boat. “Hey, y/n, you alright?” John B asked after he rolled the window down. 

“I- Yeah, I just… my car ran out of… oil… so… walking.” Your lie pricked up JJ’s ears, as he had practically become your personal mechanic, he knew there was nothing wrong with your car because he had checked it before going home yesterday.

“Do you need a ride?” Pope asked from the passenger seat.

You couldn’t get JJ’s words out of your mind. Kooks create their own problems because they’re bored.

“No, no, really, I’m fine… Um, but my phone died, do you- um- Do you know how I would get home from here?” The beach you guys had gone to had been on the border of the Cut and Figure Eight, you had never ventured that far before. 

Of course she doesn’t even fucking know her way around, JJ thought. He argued with himself in his mind before leaning forward between John B and Pope. “Just get in, princess, we’ll get you home.”

It had shocked you to suddenly see JJ, although you suppose it shouldn’t have considering the three of them had been joined at the hip for as long as you’d known them. Before you could get  out a response, the van door slid open, and JJ was beckoning you inside. You stood there, frozen.

“y/n, c’mon, your dad would have my ass if he found out I left you out here alone, just get in.”

You slowly got inside the back of the van, JJ slammed the door shut as he leaned back on the bench. You noticed the unlit blunt between his fingers.

“Is that weed?” You asked. JJ sighed. “You caught me, princess, but I’m off the clock, I would never smoke while-” “Can I hit that?”

JJ was taken aback, and his first instinct was to get defensive, why the hell would he share his bud with a Kook? But he realized, if you took a hit, he’d have just as much dirt on you as you had on him, so he happily handed it over. You carefully put it between your lips then held your hand out for a lighter, but JJ would be damned if a Kook stole his favorite lighter, so he lit it for you. He was surprised by how naturally you inhaled the smoke, and how relaxed you looked as you exhaled. JJ then realized how little he actually knew about you, but then, he got angry with himself for thinking that.

“So what happened? Chad didn’t ask you to Cotillion?” JJ asked coldly, but you smiled to yourself because he said it right this time.  “I already told you I’m not a debutant, and who the fuck is Chad?” You couldn’t help but giggle as you took a second hit, then handed the blunt back to JJ.  “You know what I mean.” “Yeah, I do. That was your sneaky way of asking me what’s wrong,” you called him out.  “You wish,” JJ replied flatly before taking a hit. “Actually, since you asked, I didn’t like how a girl there was talking about you, so I left.” “I didn’t ask.” “Mmm kind of seems like you did.”

Pope chuckled from the front seat, taking your attention for a minute, and when you turned back to look at JJ, he seemed deep in thought.

“If I’m being honest, hearing her talk that way about you reminded me about what you said about Kooks the other day, and… I didn’t want to be around people who act like that.” “Huh. Didn’t think you Kooks listened to non-Kooks.” “Well, maybe you shouldn’t assume you know anything about me,” you threw his words back at him, making him raise an eyebrow at you.

After John B dropped you off, you charged your phone and had dozens of missed texts and calls from your friends, but you couldn’t care less. That night, all you could think about was JJ Maybank.

July 1st

After John B gave you a ride home, JJ ignored you even more. You had half a mind to throw away your plan, JJ’s words had haunted you and you didn’t want to be the type of person he described, but on the other hand, there was a part of you that had spent way too long trying to fit in, you couldn’t throw it away over one boy’s opinion, so you settled for a happy medium.

JJ’s bike was parked in the driveway, so you knew he was working today. You eventually spotted him in the back, working on your dad’s boat, so you mustered up your courage and boarded the boat, walking over to him with crossed arms. 

“Maybank,” You greeted. “Y/L/N,” JJ mimicked, keeping his eyes on the tools in his hand. “I’ve come to you with a deal.” “Oh yeah? And what would that deal be?” “You can’t be here at all for the week that my dad’s gone. I’ll tell him you came, you’ll still get paid, just don’t actually come.” “Am I supposed to believe that you’ll be doing all my work during that week?” “I- Fuck it, fine, yeah, I’ll do your job for the week.”

This took JJ by surprise. No Kook ever was willing to get their hands dirty.

“Why do you need me gone for that week?” “Because I’m throwing a party,” JJ was already laughing. “I’m serious, I’m throwing a party, and half my girlfriends can’t come because their boyfriends don’t want them around you.” “Smart guys,” JJ retorted, making you cringe. “Whatever. Do we have a deal?” “Like I’d want to be here anyway.”

You smiled, this was the best of both worlds, truly the best case scenario, and in your happiness you wrapped your arms around JJ’s shoulders, but he pulled away, tensed up, and then it hit you. You had grown comfortable with him, and that was your mistake. It didn’t matter that you gave him water, it didn’t matter that him and his friends had been your heroes, JJ Maybank hated Kooks. 

July 4th

“Sweetheart!” Your dad called from his office, you quickly made your way down the hall and leaned against the doorframe. You were already dressed for your family’s annual barbeque, which had become a big even on Figure Eight. 

“What’s up, dad?”  “Can you tell JJ he can go home early today after he cleans the pool?” You nodded and went downstairs to the backyard, once again finding JJ shirtless as he cleaned the pool.

“If you’re trying to get my mom to leave my dad for you, this whole thing won’t work, she prefers construction workers,” You said as you shut the door behind you, JJ looked up at you, but the only response was a confused face. “You know, the whole- hot shirtless pool cleaner has an affair with the lady of the house, that whole trope.”

A smile slowly crept on JJ’s lips, but then it turned into a smirk. “Did you just call me hot, y/n?” You quickly realized your mistake. “You know what I mean.” “Yeah, that was your sneaky way of flirting with me.”

Normally, you would’ve denied it, but this was the nicest JJ had ever been to you, which wasn’t saying much, but you liked it more than his constant ignoring you.

“So, my dad told me to come out here to tell you you can leave after you clean the pool,” you said. “Sounds good to me.”

That should’ve been your cue to go back inside, but instead you stood there, biting your lip as you internally argued with yourself.

“Do you have any plans for today?” JJ’s eyes came up to glance at you, almost suspiciously, “Uh, probably light a bunch of shit on fire.” “Well, my family has this like annual barbeque-” “Yeah, I know. Kie’s stuck going.” “Well… I just wanted to say if-if you wanted to stop by, a lot of my dad’s employees usually come.” “Thought you wanted to keep me far away from all your Kook friends, isn’t that our little deal?” JJ said, and in a panic you walked closer to him, trying to shush him so your dad didn’t hear. “That’s just for that party, and I wouldn’t even care about you being there if you didn’t start a fight with basically every Kook you meet.” “Who says I started it?”

That shocked you. Hearing your friend's stories, it had never occurred to you that they always omitted how the fight started, only how it had ended.

“Regardless, I just wanted to say if you wanted to stop by… it might be cool.” “Might be cool?” “God, do you always make it this hard for people to talk to you? Yes, JJ, it might be cool. It’s a barbeque, not a cult initiation.”  JJ chuckled. “Okay… Maybe I’ll come by. You might want to hide your mom though, I look good in a construction vest.” You smiled then bit down on your lip to hide it. “Okay. Maybe I’ll see you.”

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[rubiehart]

can you write something for jj + pope having a crush/dating a kook! reader? headcanons maybe? :)

i think you meant them both separately having a crush on kook!reader like not both at the same time?? but if this isn’t what you’re looking for lmk and i can totally rewrite it!! also this came out way longer than expected, i got carried away…

JJ!

✧ contrary to popular belief, i feel like he wouldn’t come up to you right away, especially if you were the so called ‘kook princess’, he’d study you from afar at first, catching glimpses of you at a kegger or maybe on the marsh with your girls catching some sun in your skimpy little bikini.

✧ you’d catch his attention because you weren’t a complete bitch like a lot of the other kook girls he’d had encounters with for starters, but also because you were the complete opposite of the tom boy-ish girls from the cut.

✧ he wouldn’t mentioned his (not so) little crush on you to any of the other pogues because he knew exactly what they would say ‘she’s too good for you jj.’, knowing all about his promiscuity, but he wasn’t gonna give up so easily.

✧ you first talked to him at some kegger thrown for the start of summer, despite your good girl reputation you and jj managed to bounce off each others jokes pretty much all night, bantering like friends which was refreshing coming from a kook, he hadn’t expected you to be like this but he somehow liked you more because of it.

✧ this obviously confused the pogues. jj bagging the kook princess? no chance. you were polar opposites. when jj was questioned about it he just told john b ‘what can i say man, opposites attract.’ with a wink which made john b roll his eyes.

✧ you’d been talking for a while when you came to realise the talk about the ‘big bad pogue jj maybank’ wasn’t real, and he was a genuinely nice guy and you really did like him even though he wasn’t the kind of guy you’d usually go for, stuck up preppy assholes were more expected, you guessed. that’s why so many people questioned your close relationship with jj and why you’d bother with a pogue like him, which you’d answer with some more than impolite remark or hand gesture or a punch in the face, when some bitch spoke about the man you were forced to love in secret because of the split between kooks and pogues.

✧ after you started dating and the news was out to the island, the waters seemed to calm down and you could walk around the island together holding hands, truly in love without getting yelled at by some random boneheaded kook just for simply being together.

✧ when he’d spend the night at your house, he’d be surprised by the luxury you’d been given on a silver spoon all your life, not exactly envious per-se just more shocked you weren’t a brat about it, lounging on your comfy mattress that he seemed to welcome him perfectly, your warm skin pressed up to his own and just you. clouding his senses as he drifted off to sleep with a lil’ smile on his face.

✧ you’d wear his shirts to bed sometimes when he’d sleepover, seeing them practically engulfing you making him all warm and fuzzy inside, leaning to press a big sloppy kiss to your lips making you giggle and push him away, whining “jayjjjj!” he’d just wink and reply “y’know you love me pretty girl.”

POPE!

✧ pope is honestly such a sweetheart so i feel like he’d be introduced through friends, way too nervous to go up to you himself, eventually your friends would scatter leaving you both a little further down the beach huddled around the fire pit soaking in the little warmth the flickering flame gave out.

✧ he’d be stuttering over his words, trying to keep eye contact with you through the conversation but it was a challenge because you were easily the prettiest girl he’d ever seen.

✧ after talking for a little while you took a liking to him, inviting him to hangout at the beach the next night, deciding to set up a little beach picnic for the two of you, wanting to get to know him properly away from your tipsy conversation at the boneyard party the previous night.

✧ he’d gone home and told the pogues about the night you had planned, all giddy and smiling, john b slapping him on the shoulder with a prideful grin “that’s my boy.”

✧ he’d arrived at the beach, a lot quieter than usual especially when the sun was setting, seeing your white jeep in the parking lot, clearly empty and mad his way down to the shoreline, spotting you on a white and red checkered blanket, waving rapidly and giggling when you saw him smile and wave, shoving his hands into his pockets and making the rest of the way over to you.

✧ his body tensed up when he saw you wrapped up in a pretty yellow sundress, hugging your body in all the right places and your hair flowing freely down your back and splayed over your shoulders care-freely. “hey pope!” you smiled, getting up to engulf him in a hug, breathing in his musky scent and settling down onto the picnic blanket. he reciprocated the hug and pulled away looming into your eyes.

✧ “you uh, you look really pretty.” he stuttered out nervously, gesturing to your figure. you giggled and raised your eyebrows, eyes taking down his own body, “you clean up nice yourself, heyward.” you smile, which you see a faint blush grace his cheeks which you decide not to poke fun about, already sensing his nervousness, which honestly you found adorable.

✧ you continued in comfortable conversation about anything and everything, once he got comfortable enough he started telling you all about himself, his dad’s business, where he was planning to go to college and his goals for the future, he seemed to know what he wanted which was a total green flag, giggling at all of the jokes he’d make and adding in your own little stories every now and then.

✧ as the sun started dipping beneath the horizon casting a dark orange hue over the whole landscape, and most of the food was gone, excuse a few spilled grapes from trying to throw and catch them into each others mouths, giggling loudly when they missed and bounced of pope’s forehead, he turned to you, “i always thought you were the prettiest girl on the island.” your eyes met his at his sudden confession and you looked suprised, never been told something like that before, “really?” you whispered quietly, not quiet believing what he said.

✧ “really.” he said, feeling a spur of confidence seeing the starstruck look on your face and deciding it was now or never. “want me to prove it?” he whispered, leaning in to tuck a lock of hair behind you ear, you nodding dumbfoundly and swallowing, not believing this was really happening. he leaned in and your warm lips were connected passionately, tasting him on your tongue, and nothing else mattered.

[byhees]

hidden love ━━ ( 엔하이픈 희승 ) ♡ genre fluff high school au potential bestfriends2lovers warnings not proof-read petnames light injury mention

thinking about heeseung, who has been your best friend throughout the entirety of middle school, and now, three whole quarters of high school— and oh, did i mention that you have a big crush on him?

i mean, the real question here is, how could you not?? he’s such a sweetheart, and he’s always, without fail, been able to cheer your horrible day up with his little antics. well, for starters, he always gets you an extra portion of his usual sandwich, leaving the little meal on your desk, an apple-shaped sticky note beside it— breakfast’s the most important part of the day, so don’t skip it, okay princess? like okay okay, first why is this so cute, second what’s with the princess omg…

and, he loves, absolutely adores, walking you to all your classes, despite his being on the opposite end of campus; his little, kinda clumsily executed, jokes are horrible at best, but my god, why’re you giggling so hard??? it has to be that adorable smile he flashes whenever he realises how nonsensical his sentences sound, his head lightly shaking with light embarrassment. yeah… it’s definitely that.

also, don’t get me started on how unbelievably caring he is; he’ll stay up with you whenever you’re studying— doesn’t matter if he’s about to pass out asleep right on the plastic chair, he’ll do that just for you. he does so to bring small snacks and drinks to you, suggesting to take a quick break every so often. and don’t underestimate him when he says that he’ll pick you up and carry you over to the nearest couch for a brief nap; your dark eye circles, and the frequent massaging of your aching shoulders aren’t fooling him.

no because he cares about your health so, so much— even more than his own at times. that one time when you both unknowingly ended up in the nurse’s office? he completely disregarded his stomach pain, walking over to you with panic-laced steps. even recalling the incident makes you laugh— the way he examined and treated your sprained ankle made it seem as though you’d fractured a few bones. but thinking back to all his little actions, your heart does flutter; the countless number of times he looks out for you, the little vitamin drinks he leaves by your table…

and why does he have the strongest sixth sense known to mankind?? that doesn’t really help, considering your budding feelings. you’d snatch the opportunity to just admire him, and he’d suddenly, coincidentally, look up from his open textbook, unintentionally locking gazes with you. “were you just staring at me?” no silly, i was mowing my lawn— of course i was!! and don’t point it out!?

also, he’s just the absolute cutest, most endearing person ever when he walks over to you, a little teddy bear in hand, on that one particular day— national favourite person day, that’s what he calls it, and to be completely honest, you have zero clue on what that may be, but this gesture really warms your heart. like stop being so cute with your cute smile and your cute stuffed animal…

it’s no doubt at this point that lee heeseung, that boy right over there who’s focused on taking notes, is your crush; your crush who’s completely oblivious as to how his small actions tug heavily at your heartstrings.

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[tobiasdrake]

Could you tell us something underrated about Bulma? For being around since literally the very beginning, I find she’s not talked about as much.

Bulma is the scariest person in the Dragon Ball universe. The anime softens a lot of her edges. And, like, she's not a total monster; She cares about things like people not being killed by genocidal assholes too.

But she is such an asshole and I love it. Bulma is the character I relate to most in Dragon Ball.

(Also she has an unshakable faith in Goku and he'll always be the number one martial artist in her eyes, and any man that wants to be with her needs to respect that.)

For starters, it's worth noting that the naming convention of Bulma's family is called out as weird even in-universe. Nobody bats an eye at characters being named after fruit or vegetables or rice or the Dairy Special Forces but they draw the line at underwear.

That's weird, Bulma. Your name is weird. Your father Briefs is weird. Your sister Tights is weird. Your son Trunks is weird. Your daughter Bra is weird. Why is your family like this?

Nearly every single person in the cast is someone who Goku initially had to fight in some way or another. Bulma is no exception, though their battle took place as early as issue #1.

When shooting a 12-year-old in the face with a gun failed, Bulma resorted to manipulation and subterfuge, and thus the most important relationship in the entire Dragon Ball universe was born.

Though Goku would not be the only person whose arm Bulma twisted, as this initial journey also sees her enslave a sentient being to do her bidding.

Despite ironically filling the role of a Buddhist monk in the original Journey to the West, this opening arc lays a lot of groundwork for who Bulma is. She tricks Goku and enslaves Oolong to coerce assistance in her quest to conjure up a magically-generated boyfriend (or infinite strawberries).

...then again, Tang Sanzang imprisoned Sun Wukong in the original so maybe Bulma's a better adaptation than I gave her credit for.

Point is, Bulma's a fireball. Even Goku sees it.

In the first arc, we also see her get accustomed to calling on Goku like he's her Pokemon.

Bulma is not a martial artist. She knows next to nothing about the implicate complexities of the art. Though she does enjoy being on the outer fringe of it and watching from a distance.

Well. Not from that much distance, because she always has the best seats in the house. Courtesy of inappropriate violence with firearms.

Not only is Bulma complicit in this - they clearly discussed it in advance, based on Oolong's remark and Bulma's knowing smile - but in the 23rd she actively makes it happen.

Sitting in the nosebleeds is for peasants; Bulma is a princess.

I should probably note that after Lunch moves on and leaves the group, Bulma doesn't lose access to violent backup. She just trades Lunch out for Chi-Chi.

The Battle of the Soccer Moms is the best part of the 25th's Junior Division. There's only room for one Alpha Bitch in these audience stands.

Notably, it doesn't take long for her relationship with Goku to grow into a genuine friendship. Following this first arc, Bulma goes out of her way to hang out with Goku when she can and is always excited to see him.

Fun fact, despite the fact that Bulma's boyfriend Yamcha is actively living with them at the time, Bulma's dad ships her with Goku.

No love for Yamcha in this house. Notably, when they're six years older and it's not fucking weird, Bulma herself starts to agree.

But it's honestly best for everyone that this never became a romance. Bulma would have been even more miserable with Goku than she was with Yamcha, and having them hook up would deprive us of one of the greatest platonic male/female friendships in anime.

I'm not saying Vegeta is a replacement goldfish for Goku who got married and became unavailable this same day.

...but I'm not not saying that.

So far as martial arts go, her practical knowledge of the art is simple: Goku is a) invulnerable and b) infinity powerful, and that's all she needs to know. Nobody matches Goku. Ever.

You might think that this unyielding confidence in Goku as the Supreme Warrior would cause some conflicts for Bulma. Her boyfriend Yamcha is one of Goku's rivals, and has his eye on the Tenkaichi Budokai medal.

You'd be wrong. Bulma knows exactly who she's rooting for.

It's Goku. It's always been Goku. It's always going to be Goku. Bulma watches Yamcha and Krillin gush over how well they plan to do in the tournament and her takeaway is "LOL Goku's going to school both of you clowns."

This attitude makes it really funny to imagine what her relationship with Vegeta must be like, I gotta say. That Goku will always be #1 in Bulma's eyes can't be doing good things for Vegeta's insecurity.

But I digress.

Bulma is an exceptional scientist who comes from an exceptional scientific background. She's from one of if not the richest families in the world courtesy of her father inventing revolutionary shrinking technology that changed the entire nature of how products are transported.

You can put anything in a Capsule Corp. hoi-poi capsule. Throughout the series, we see not just vehicles stored in these capsules, but portable homes, weapons, and her father's pornography collection.

For her part, Bulma's a chip off the old block. I've spoken at length in the past about Bulma's invention of the Dragon Radar, trivializing what was meant to be a holy quest of virtue and turning the miracle dragon Shenron into her own personal plastic surgery vendor. She was 15 years old when she made that.

One year later, she extrapolated her father's shrinking technology into a portable device that safely applies its principles to people.

But both of those devices pale in comparison to the greatest invention of her life.

No, not the kid. Though he's cool too.

In a sense, despite being out-of-focus for most of it, the entire Cell Arc is Bulma's masterpiece. It's a proxy war between two mad scientists over the fate of the Earth. Seeking to kill Son Goku and avenge the Red Ribbon Army, Dr. Gero destroyed the world with his Androids.

Bulma took exception to that. And by "took exception", I mean she bent the time-space continuum over her knee and spanked it.

Trunks's journey through time is the culmination, both of Bulma's impossible super-genius and of her unyielding faith that Goku is the answer to any problem that needs to be solved with violence.

Dr. Gero's master stroke was to flood the world with murderous Androids. Bulma's response was to load a bullet named Goku into a gun named Trunks and fire it through time to put it between his eyes. Everything that transpired from there was the consequence of their two plans colliding.

The happier future we get to know in the Buu Saga is the world that Bulma made happen. Because the woman who would make a personal assistant out of our Great Green God's greatest miracle had the audacity and the irreverence to violate causality itself.

[moomsmiilk]

Spikey Wikey!!

This one was quick and easy, I mean, just look at how cute he is! Plus, I get to share smidgeon of dragon lore for y'all!

Before I go on to talk about dragons, some key parts of Spike's design I want to point out is for starters, he primarily walks on 4 legs since he was raised by ponies. He doesn't start to walk on 2 legs until he meets other dragons and Garble and his gang bully him for it. It does cause him pretty bad back pain, his spine is deformed from walking improperly for his entire life.

The mark on his leg is also a sort of magic sigil that formed when Twilight hatched him. He may not be a fire-dragon anymore, but he does have magic within him that gives him the ability to breathe fire and send letters to Princess Celestia.

Now you may be wondering, what do you mean Spike isn't a fire-dragon anymore?!? Well that brings me to dragon lore!

There is little known about dragon kind to the pony world. Starswirl studied dragons from afar for a time, but could only gather so much information. There have been many ponies to venture into the dragon lands, but not many made it out. Dragons used to be territorial, and aggressive, and that's how many ponies view them.

However, dragonkind is way different than what ponies may believe. There are many different kinds of dragons! The most well known one to ponies being fire-dragons, their lands being the closest, and their migration route being directly over Equestrian territory. Fire-dragons are still very territorial, but not nearly as aggressive as they used to be. With the current dragon king getting up in age, he's too tired to put up a fight, and many of the younger dragons prefer not to.

Spike, being raised by ponies, assumed they were his kind, and was eager to find his family. Garble and his gang only laugh at him, they don't tell him why, only challenge him to a series of games they feel will toughen his scales, since he's too influenced by those silly ponies.

It's not until he meets Ember that she breaks the news to him that he isn't a fire dragon. She explains that there are quite a few other dragon lands, and that he must belong to a different kind.

At first, Spike is crushed. But if he picked up anything from Twilight, it's his thirst for knowledge on dragon kind that made him eager to find out more.

There are a few different types of dragons; Fire-Dragons, Earth-Dragons, and Water-Dragons/ Sea-Dragons. There is also an island just off the coast of Equestria where dragons will migrate too, or like to call their home! It's a land where all dragon species live in harmony.

I will go more in depth on the other dragon species some other time. Maybe once I figure out how to draw dragons properly.

[joemama-2]

NO ME QUEDA MAS

gojo x reader

tags/warnings: pure angst, no comfort

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you dreamt of the perfect love when you were a kid. your own knight in shining armor, your prince charming, your one true love. the movies and shows opened up your eyes and created a forever sense of longing in your soul. you wished and prayed upon a star that one day, those girls would be you. those princesses would be you. go ahead and call it naive, childish, stupid, but is it so wrong that you knew what you wanted from day one? is it so wrong that you just wanted to grow old with someone, be loved for deeply, love someone so much that you want a family with that person?

you wanted to be a mom.

and after years and years of waiting, saving for yourself for "the one". you finally found him. and that was in the form of a white-haired man with blinding eyes. you mistook him for an elder until he spoke. that spark people talk about? it's real. you felt it the minute you locked eyes with him. the only way you can really describe it is like a pull, a passion, a sudden desire to be with this person. it's like a fire erupts in your chest and burns you from the inside out. but it's a good sensation, a beautiful one. and that fire expands when he touches you, treats you like you're made of glass.

and god, did you miss those touches.

the kind of touches that made you shiver while simultaneously leaning into them. the kind of touches you crave day and night. the kind of touches that express the love the other person had for you.

he was good with his hands, but he was even better with his mouth. it's like he knew just what to say in the moment. if you were feeling upset, he'd make some stupid, corny joke. if you were mad at him, the apologies he'd spout full of genuineness were endless. and when he was happy, he would tell you he loved you more than anything, to the moon and back.

there was no doubt about it, gojo satoru was your first love, and maybe, just maybe, he would be your only one.

loving someone comes with so much. the communication, the ups and downs, the arguments, it was all new to you. but he helped you through every step of the way. he was always there, offering his support and encouragement. you wanted to pick up knitting? he'd go out and buy ever starter kit he could with ten balls of yarn the new day? baking? here are a plethora of things to make with their needed ingredients.

in other words, he was the most wonderful man you have ever met. he was everything. he offered everything. there were times when you just wanted to cry from how much you loved him, and you did. loving gojo satoru was one of the best experiences you went through.

loving gojo satoru is a forever thing, that will probably take you years to get over. but that's okay, it will be okay. because does anyone ever really stop loving the man who showed them the true extent of happiness?

there's a pit in your stomach that forms whenever you think back to him. you want to throw up and cry out every single drop of liquid your body has to offer. the longing from when you were a child reappears like a missing friend to comfort you as you spend yet another night hunched over your toilet bowl, another night curled up in bed with nothing left to hug but a cold pillow.

is this really how loving someone feels? you think to yourself.

and well, yes. that is how it feels.

it feels like you can't go outside, can't even look at anything without it reminding you of him. you suddenly see his car make everywhere, the color blue everywhere, white everywhere. and it feels sickening.

the tears are nonstop, the anguish is there everyday.

so, you see how everything has been in past tense? now it all makes sense now, doesn't it?

those hands that used to leave you begging for more do nothing but push you away, albeit gently. the soft words he would whisper into your ear after another lovemaking session are cruel, harsh, and distant.

and there's not much you can do. no matter how much you want to, you can't make someone love you back. that was a hard pill to swallow.

but maybe strength was on your side. because it's something you have learned to accept now. you've accepted that gojo satoru has moved on, you've accepted that you're nobody but his ex now.

and because you love him so much, you wish nothing but the best for him. you wish nothing but a happy life for him. you wish he can find that person for him. although he was yours, you weren't his. and that's okay.

you can't deny that a part of you still hoped, wished he'd be yours again. that he would come back to you. a silly illusion you had. it kept your heart beating, that heart that is now forced to see him as nothing more than a friend.

you won't deny what happened between you two. you embrace it because it taught you so many new things. it showed you what love truly was, the bad and the good. the pretty and the ugly. however in the end, it was a beautiful love.

even though he denies it, even though he acts like you were nobody to him, just someone he "messed around with".

you have nothing left. but that's okay.

loving gojo satoru has been the sweetest memory you will savor, cherish, and reminisce about.

you have nothing left, but to accept defeat.

[vanillablankcanvas]

Hello, do you have any headcanons about troll reproduction and eggs? Any headcanons about broppy egg(s)?

Hello! Thanks for the ask 💕

*cracks knuckles* Here we go!

I absolutely believe that eggs are created by the most powerful feelings of love. ❤️

That's why Guy Diamond was able to have Tiny Diamond because he was so very in love with himself!

Trolls absolutely 'do the do', but to have a two parent egg, the strong feeling of love needs to be there aaanddd their hair needs to interlock at some point.

I read a fanfiction where someone gifted Branch a hairpin that prevents unexpected eggs and I found that hilarious. 😆

-When they're expecting an egg it's called an 'Eggnancy'

-Bruce 100% was the one who had all of his and Brandy's kids. All 13 came from him. That's why his hair is so giant, so he can carry the eggs.

BROPPY

3 Eggs.

Everyone thought Poppy would want some unhinged number of kids, while Branch wouldn't want any more than maybe 1. They both wanted 2.

Bruce had absolutely no doubt that Branch and Poppy's first born would be a boy. They're five brothers and it took he and Brandy 13 tries to have a daughter.

Branch had the first egg - a little girl. (Bruce - 😑)

100% believe her name will be Harmony. Look at the running theme of the movies for starters. Holiday in Harmony, the Perfect Family Harmony, how many times does Poppy mentions harmony in the movies and the shows. And think about it 'Princess Harmony of the Pop Trolls' has a nice ring to it.

2nd Egg - Branchifer again with another little girl.

Rosiepuff (Rosie for short) His brothers definitely didn't cry when they heard that name. They did.

I wanna see the dynamic of the two little sisters, Poppy and Viva loving that the little girls have what they didn't get to have.

Then they have little sister fights and scream that they hate eachother. Poppy and Viva are like oh my guh.

So they have the heir and the spare. They're all good now right?

Wrong!

Poppy swoops in with her own unexpected egg years later. (Like how there was a huge age gap between Branch and Floyd)

A little boy.

Ace (😉 if you know you know)

Very much like Branch. I imagine he is very small and keeps to himself. Mamas boy. Likes camping and stuff with Branch. Hard to keep up with two older sisters when they are so much older than you and already have their own stuff going on.

🤯

Feel free to ask more questions.

I'm feeling pumped, bring them on!

[more-than-a-princess]

It's time for one of my seasonal starter calls! I do not offer starter calls often, only a few times a year (usually once a season, thus the seasonal definition!), so if you would like a starter with Sonia, please like this post after you have read and understand the following guidelines for this call.

If you'd still like to thread but not at this time, no worries! I post memes occasionally and send memes when I see ones I think I can work with.

Mutuals only.

Starters will be several long paragraphs. I'm not a one liner or one paragraph writer, barring the occasional dashcomm and crack interactions. You don't need to match length but please keep in mind my writing style.

Multis please specify muse. My default choice for verses is a modern contemporary verse between high school and early-mid 20s, or a non-despair AU for Danganronpa canon and OC muses. If you have a historical muse, I will try to match your muse's time period unless you have specified that they have a modern verse. I do not offer fantasy or sci-fi verses at this time.

Starters will be worked into my current thread reply list. However, I am hoping to have all starters posted within a two week time frame.

And the most important: Do not ask for a starter if you do not intend to reply. I completely understand that replies can take time to get to, but having starters go months (or even years!) without a reply or just ignored entirely is one of my biggest pet peeves and the quickest way for me to not want to write with you further. If you have writer's block, please reach out to me so we can plot! But do not request a starter from me if you do not intend to reply. I don't expect quick turnarounds, but I also don't want to be waiting a month for you to see and reply to my starter. I'm hoping to start some more active threads!

[tragcdysewn]

plot/starter call for event 18 under the cut! i'm soft capping at three, but if we plot and discuss things i'll very likely be willing to add another one on! hit the like and i'll be in your dms to figure out vibes!

abigail bishop (0/3)

unaware of anything being wrong, abi is an assassin for hire. it's an easy way for her to get blood, one that no one will ever question because she's just doing her job and the how doesn't really matter

ahsoka tano (0/3)

ahsoka is unaware of this new event, and thinks she's been the queen's captain of the guard since arriving in washington. defend and protect is her mantra in literally every form of reality

alice tonner (0/3)

unaware that things are different here, but very much misses her gun and tech. she's still a monster hunter, trying not to go too deep into the hunt even if she's out killing dragons and hags on the regular

allana solo (1/3) rosamund du prix

a princess turned adventurer, allana believes dc has been this way since they arrived, and has taken it upon themself to live out the full fairy tale storyline, slaying dragons and saving pretty maidens

ariana dupont (1/3) sophie sheridan

she definitely practices some witchcraft, and leads a cult of hecate. she gets away with it by being the prince's bethrothed and therefore above reproach by anyone but the queen. she has no memory of modern dc, this has been her life for years now

asmodeus (2/3) klaus hargreeves, loona

a lord of a neighboring kingdom, ozzie is aware that things aren't right, but he really doesn't care all that much. everyone seems to be unhurt, and enjoying themselves for the most part, so he's going along with it

bail organa (0/3)

bail has no idea anything is up, he's living happily as his daughter's advisor and the royal astronomer. the most excitement he gets now is going on a short adventure every now and then

baxian argos (0/3)

bax believes the city has always been like this, and has become a hired sword. he definitely misses his guns, but he's just as capable with a blade, so he's managing just fine

bela dimitrescu (1/3) jennifer check

one of the local harlots, because it's fun and an easy way to get a meal. will seduce and take money from men only to eat them. will also definitely fool around with a pretty woman free of charge

bryce quinlan (1/3) mo xi

has noticed things are wrong, and is absolutely pissed. she wants her guns and night clubs back. will probably end up as a tavern wench of some kind while she tries to figure out what the fuck is going on, or take up some quests to assist people

cassie lang (0/3)

she's got no idea anything is wrong, and lives life as an adventurer and a thief, using her powers to complete quests for people that can't do them themselves. mostly a robin hood type, but could be persuaded to do something a bit more questionable

davina claire (0/3)

davina is unaware anything is wrong, and simply works as an artisan. a very simple and peaceful life with her husband, though she can't help but feel something is missing

dewey riley (1/3) samantha carpenter

dewey is a sheriff in this world, and believes it's been that way since he arrived. and he can also be found in the local tavern more often than they would care to admit. he's doing the same thing as they were in the original dc really

eleni vanserra (0/3)

eleni is another who is unaware of anything being off, she's just assumed she ended up in another world similar to prythian, and is employed as a tutor for the children of wealthy nobles

elphaba thropp (1/3) jester lavorre

swamp witch. i do not know what you expected from elphaba she arrived in another magical realm and immediately retreated as far away from society as possible. might do magic for you if you ask nicely but probably will just ask you to leave

eveline (1/3) rosemary winters

i guess i can't say she's literally the plague, right? but some people in medieval times definitely would, so she's just kind of retreated and become a bit of a bog witch, with mold creatures guarding her little cottage

feng xin (1/3) mu qing

a monster hunter who will gladly take on the most insane and powerful beasts. doesn't even really charge, he's just in it for the glory and the adrenaline rush he gets. he'll accept rewards but if you're broke that's fine

feyre archeron (1/3) mouse honrada

she's still a noble lady, unaware that she's ever been anything but a lady in this world or any other. she's basically functioning exactly the same as she would have in velaris, working to maintain peace

hazel levesque (1/3) nico di angelo

hazel is entirely unaware that things are different here, and will be doing magic and necromancy very publicly for a small fee. feel free to accuse them of witchcraft, her brother is the local priest, nothing will come of it

he chunyu (0/3)

chunyu is honestly living very similar to her canon life. she's of the belief that dc has always been this way, and continues to be a seamstress and avoid all kinds of trouble please just let her have peace

howl jenkins pendragon (3/3) calcifer, josie saltzman, martin blackwood

unaware of this current magic twisting reality, and is just living in their castle hidden in the forest. if you can find her, he'll do magic if you can pay the price and amuse him enough that it's worth her while

james witherdale (1/3) victoria sutherland

james didn't live through this time period, but he did live in a similar one, so he's going to adapt quickly despite knowing something is wrong. he's mostly doing what he always does, luring in the shadows for his next meal

jin zixuan (0/3)

zixuan is an adventurer, and is unaware that anything is wrong. he's just chilling and enjoying a pretty carefree life and i think he deserves that tbh. send him on whatever quest you want he will do it for free

jun wu (0/3)

jun wu is unaware of this city ever having been a modern one, and believes he arrived here as the prince of a foreign kingdom. he's still a manipulative weirdo, and might try to sow a bit of chaos while in foreign territory

kore sekkari (0/3)

kore is aware that things are different here, and is using that to her advantage. you'll find her in the woods claiming to be fae or a witch or whatever suits your needs to trick people into deals that will not actually come to fruition

korra (1/3) aang

completely unaware, korra thinks she's lived in this setting her entire life, and has established herself as a sword for hire. they'll be a bit picky on what jobs she takes, but they're good when they do accept

kriya dura (0/3)

kriya is unaware things have changed, and thinks she appeared here from space. she's become an assassin, and is almost as good with a bow as she once was with a blaster, but she charges a ridiculous amount of money

lan wangji (2/3) lan sizhui, luo qingyang

man is living on a quiet little farm, occasionally going out on adventures to protect the innocent from some kind of horrific monster or terrible plague. he's unaware things are different but he honestly would prefer this if he knew

liu mingyan (0/3)

mingyan is definitely also an adventurer and hired sword, and for cheap too. her real money comes from writing nsfw novels about the nobility. i hate that this is how sheev and leia smut ends up getting written

lucifer morningstar (3/3) charlie morningstar, niffty, vaggie

believes things have always been this way, and settled pretty easily into a role as the king of a nearby kingdom. he's pretty reclusive still, but will delegate tasks if necessary

lute (0/3)

lute has no idea dc was ever modern, which is alright by her. she's lived through so many time periods that going back was nothing. now she's a hired sword, hunting monsters and demons to protect the innocent

lyra ayala (1/3) abigail

aware of her real life, but believes that dc has always been like this. has made a career as a traveling bard who plays modern songs on a lute because no one recognizes all star by smash mouth in this world

lysandra ennar (0/3)

a lady from aelin's kingdom and aelin's emissary when she isn't available, lysandra is incredibly used to this. and not having any memory of modern dc, they fit right in to this scenario

manon blackbeak (0/3)

manon is a queen and warlord from a neighboring kingdom, and is somewhat here to make peace, though she isn't opposed to a bit of bloodshed if it becomes necessary. she doesn't remember modern dc at all, and likes it better that way

marinette dupain-cheng (1/3) shen qiao

marinette doesn't remember modern day dc, but is still a baker in this new world. she's also still running around as a vigilante at night, hunting down monsters and beasts under cover of darkness

melinoë (0/3)

melinoë is a princess, but one who's run away from her kingdom to be an adventurer and explorer. she's not cut out for leadership, and she knows it, so she's doing this instead. no memory of modern dc at all, just the underworld and now this

mj jones (0/3)

mj doesn't remember anything of modern dc, but she is still aware of living in modern day new york, so she's not loving this setting even after years. she's a scribe, and probably apprentices under someone

mo ran (1/3) chu wanning

mo ran owns a tavern and also cooks there most days, with no memory of the modern day. he's got really cheap alcohol and solid food because holy shit people must need it with dragons flying around everywhere

mobei-jun (0/3)

mobei-jun is a lord, and doesn't remember modern dc at all. he's truly just your typical haughty, stuck up nobleman, with a definite potential to be a bit of a warlord himself if provoked

monkey d. luffy (1/3) nami

luffy is definitely a really naive, over eager adventurer. he thinks he's been in this setting the entire time, and it never gets old seeing dragons and monsters and the like. someone keep him from dying please

nangong jingnu (0/3)

another one who remembers nothing of the modern day, jingnu is a visiting princess, one who definitely sneaks away from her guards to go and have a drink in a tavern on the down low whenever possible

nie mingjue (0/3)

mingjue is a knight and a minor lord, but honestly the knight bit is the important part. he's very much an honorable, fighting for justice and protecting the innocent white knight type, and will jump in front of dragon fire to save someone else

nyssa solo (0/3)

she's aware things are different, and she's not happy about it. first she gets shot to some primitive planet and now there's not even a semblance of technology? fuck no she's rioting.

patroclus (0/3)

patroclus is entirely unaware, and thinks this has always been his life. he's a healer for jousting tournaments and the like, and probably owns an inn to get a bit of extra money and give the idiot jousters a place to crash

qi rong (0/3)

he's very aware that things are different, and is thrilled. he's fucking with people so much. he's stolen an apothecary from some poor victim and is selling absolute garbage remedies for a laugh

renesmee cullen (1/3) heidi volturi

renesmee is a harlot, i do not make the rules. they remember nothing from modern day dc, and spends her time in taverns flirting up a storm rather than doing anything serious

rhiannon matthias (0/3)

rhi is aware that things are different here, but is simply establishing herself as a sworn sword and going with it, because this is honestly closer to their reality than anything in modern day dc, and she likes it quite a bit

ryden samos (0/3)

ryden is a woodsman, as per usual. has a little cabin in the forest and is very content with that. he doesn't remember modern dc and frankly that is fine by him, he really doesn't like that anyways.

sasha james (1/3) jonathan sims

sasha is aware that things are different here, but is honestly fascinated by the clear display of magic around her. she'll probably find some apprenticeship under a wizard to keep herself occupied until things settle

shadowheart (0/3)

shadowheart is aware things are different, and is thrilled. she hates modern technology, and would so much rather be in this kind of setting. she'll be searching for other shar worshippers, and potentially monster hunting or healing for money

sheev palpatine (0/3)

queen leia's top advisor, sheev is very aware that things are different here. he is a reluctant not so bad guy because his father is a grand duke and has his siblings back under his thumb so he has to play nice until he can kill the guy

shen qingqiu (0/3)

whoever wrote this event is a really shitty writer, honestly! he's aware of the change, but is just kind of disgusted at the lack of effort that comes with throwing european rennaisance and classic fantasy into fucking america. is studying everything though he's definitely a top tier scholar

shi wudu (1/3) he xuan

he remembers the change, and is okay with it, because this is far more his speed. he likes being worshipped as a god, and these are the people who would worship a god. someone start a cult about him it'd be funny

thanatos (0/3)

they're just the grim reaper. they have no idea dc was changed at all, they just lurk around plague victims to take them when their time comes. can give off both menacing and calming vibes to the local plague doctors

wen qing (0/3)

wen qing is unaware anything is wrong, and is a plague doctor trying to help whatever people they can, and avoid death wherever possible. if you have the plague hit her up she's got you

xaden riorson (1/3) astrid hofferson

a black knight who used to serve his queen but now roams the lands acting on his own whims, xaden believes he arrived in this setting, and is honestly alright with it. it's similar to home, and allows him to fall off the grid a bit

xiao lanhua (0/3)

xiao lanhua is absolutely living in the forest as a flower spirit, and working at sophie's flower stand. she is aware that things are different, but this is far closer to their home, and it's honestly comforting in a way they've missed

xiao qing (0/3)

a-qing is unaware of this time jump, and is operating pretty much the same way she did back home. uses her blindess for sympathy while they rob people blind and sell whatever they can

ziva desilijic tiure (0/3)

a mercenary, serving only her father, ziva is entirely unchanged. she's planning to support their father in his attempts at a coup, and serve at his side when he eventually takes the throne for himself

[receival]

bridgerton starters.

the following is a collection of sentence starters from season 1, episodes 1-2, of netflix’s bridgerton.

you do not know me, and you never shall.

do not worry, (name). it shall all be over in a matter of … hours.

the only thing i shall worry about, (name), is if i am to go before (title / name) looking anything like you in that ill-fitting frock.

i am already roasting!

are you to complain the entire day, (name)?

surely i cannot be expected to bear these fashions the entire day.

i feel like a princess. do i look like one?

do you truly wish to know what i think you look like?

i have imagined this day for so very long. and now it is finally here.

i would never miss such an important day for you and our family.

flawless, my dear.

did that truly just happen?

keep smiling, dearest. they are watching you. now more than ever.

you absolutely sparkled, (name)!

come now, i merely simpered and minced in a pretty dress like everyone else.

one flies too close to the sun, and …

what would you know of handsome suitors?

oh, this one is quite ravishing.

do not tell me that is yet another scandal sheet.

she calls you a … ‘diamond of the first water’. how lovely.

(name), put down that book at once. you shall confuse your thoughts.

you are known to be quite charitable.

the blemishes on her face are quite difficult to conceal. perhaps some arsenic and lead might help?

you too must recognize every eligible nobleman by sight before the danbury ball.

you may wish to listen to her, my lady.

oh, how much competition can this cousin provoke? she came of age on a farm.

someone will hear us, my lord -

i shall have you know this belonged to my father.

should it disappear, i’d miss it sadly.

then you’d know precisely how i feel - every time you disappear.

stay with me today.

(name). you have me, protecting you, too. i shall always protect you.

surely hours remain before tonight's ball. are you certain you cannot stay? in the interest of defilement?

well, if this is not a sight for sore eyes …

you must excuse the disorderliness. i am to host a ball this evening, as you know.

i have managed to keep the details of your return quiet, but when those vulgar mamas discover there is an eligible duke present at tonight's fete, well, i shall no longer be able to keep such a secret.

i suppose a brief appearance shall …

(name) … it is magical.

they are all staring, (name).

oh, i do love to dance.

should you like my flower? we grow them in our very own garden.

i must show you my watercolors some time. if you desire to see them.

(name). i did not see you there.

he is rather pleasing.

i presume you know of him, too?

i shall not have you making life with a poet. heaven forbid!

is there a reason i have yet to see you on the dance floor?

i am not entirely sure the matter in which we discuss, my lord …

you have always amused me, mr/ms. (last name).

am i honestly to believe you do not already know my name?

if you desired an introduction, madam, i do believe accosting me is the least civilized of ways.

if only it were not time for me to retire.

(name). i did not expect to see you here this morning.

i could not sleep for some reason. all the excitement, i presume.

appears as though it may rain.

i believe i should like to stay.

forgive me for not calling sooner. i had presumed your affections were already engaged.

i have met so many gentlemen over the past few weeks, i am unable to distinguish one from the next.

am i the only one who finds all of these affairs a bit … tedious?

i have a title. which, as far as i am concerned, will end with me.

would you stop - calling me that. it was my father’s name. never mine.

you shall not outrun them.

will it be just the two of us? yet again?

i know the rules i must follow.

(name) has all but declared me ineligible. worthy of the affection of a detestable simpleton and no one else. tell me ... what others will ever want such damaged goods now?

these musings … they are not true.

i had hoped to find a love match.

i am looking out for you. i am protecting you. it is my duty.

and what of my duty? you are not the only one with responsibility to this family.

this is all i have been raised for. this is all i am. i have no other value.

all eyes have been on me for my entire life.

should her degradation know no bounds?

he does have a presence about him …

is that envy i detect in your voice?

you appear displeased.

perhaps, your grace, it would be better if you refrained from thinking about me at all.

i assure you … i am anything but interested in you.

i am so glad you decided to join us this evening. it was most spontaneous of you.

i believed the two of you to be friends.

i know you think you are solving a problem, but you are not. that is all i shall say about the matter.

do not make this any more difficult than it already is.

it has been ten years. you can no longer use that excuse.

what i know … is that you shall never understand.

i cannot see you anymore.

you said you would always protect me. you promised to care for me, my lord. and now ... what shall i do now?

the resemblance is remarkable. you look just like him. your father.

feast your eyes above, and allow all that is radiant to overwhelm you.

you will never be my husband. i will never marry you.

do you think yourself better than me?

it would be best for you to leave.

now, as far as proposals go, that may be the least romantic of all.

i do not mock you. i am being sincere.

no one ever tells me anything.

breathe, your grace.

what are you doing in here, (name)?

he is smiling. the duke rarely smiles.

you do want our plan to succeed, do you not?

if you were truly courting me, you’d buy out every florist in town.

if i were truly courting you, i would not need flowers, only five minutes alone with you in a drawing room.

how is your hand this morning?

i have no interest in causing a scandal, mr/ms. (last name).

you must know you did nothing wrong.

there’s no need for your hysterics.

i hope you are not encouraging improper topics of conversation.

you gave me your word.

this is nothing more than a terrible confusion.

i should like to know what is going on.

one day, you will understand. one day, you will be most appreciative.

remind me again why you were the first person i chose to reacquaint myself with upon my return to town.

admit it, friend. you missed me.

i’d like to know what was going through your head last night and this morning.

you have to be more precise. a great deal goes on in a mind as quick as mine.

so, you are not dead after all.

i am afraid we are required to fan the flames of our charade.

we must look like we are enjoying ourselves, as difficult as that may be.

you are to be buried if you so much as look in her direction.

last night was a mistake, i admit.

there is not and never will be any kind of understanding between the two of us.

you are my worst failure.

go on, then. chastise me.

i do not care what kind of training you think you may have.

it is illegal, not to mention positively horrific.

suppose i desire something different.

mr/ms. (last name) … allow me to set my eyes upon you.

it is said one cannot judge a book by its cover.

are you not frightened, too, (name)?

i dare say i would be a fool at this point not to be terrified.

it must be taxing, the game of pretend that you feel you must endlessly maintain.

if we are truly to seem to be courting, if this is to be a match like no other, you should call me by my name.

is there something funny about my name?

speak, you fucking monster. speak!

[randomgurl2326]

Andromeda and Perseus: Destined

Chapter 1: Platform 9 3/4

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Welcome back to Andromeda and Perseus: Destined, I am so ready to continue this crazy journey. This story will of course have lots of angst, smut, and fluffiness. Thank you guys for reading this story and trusting me💚💜

September 1st, 1991 Y/N and Mattheo’s Room, Malfoy Manor

Years passed, and things had changed for the Core Four. Each had grown and gotten their own personality; Mattheo was the fight starter (they found this out when one day the four were wandering around Diagon Alley and some kid a year younger than them pushed Mattheo. He wasn’t having it. Mattheo was also eight at the time), Draco was the dramatic one (his flair for unneeded fashion and over-the-top monologues and complaints explained that for itself), Theo turned into a shyer, studious boy only really talking much with his close friends (this only happened when his mother had died a year after the Infamous Day of Tag), and Y/N… well Y/N was stuck between fear of her father returning and acting like the perfect pure-blooded princess and turning to what the muggles called ‘punk’. So, as to say, much had changed.

Recently, the Core Four received their Hogwarts letters. Speaking of which, the twins were currently–excitedly–packing their trunks. The sounds of hushed whispers and the click-clacks of their trunks being filled to the brim with personal items and closed filled the otherwise quiet room.

The twins' room was humongous, each half of the room was completely different. Mattheo’s side was stuffed with Quidditch posters of whatever team he had deemed acceptable enough of his attention this season, a window next to his messy bed, and a half-empty walk-in closet that usually held his broom and his multitudes of fancy robes that Draco had convinced him were fashionable.

Y/N’s half of the room on the other hand was tidy to an extreme extent. Her walls were covered in posters for The Weird Sisters, The Cauldron Stirrers, and (her personal favorite, though muggle-linked) Mötley Crüe. Y/N had more memorabilia than Mattheo did, her desk and nightstand riddled (ha! See what I did there? No? Okay…) with enchanted polaroids she took with Theodore, Mattheo, and Draco (mostly with Theo). Her bed–unlike Mattheo’s–was neat and made, she also had drapes over her bed.

“Y/N/N, I swear if you don’t stop going on about how History of Magic or Ancient Runes is gonna be the most fun at Hogwarts, I will Avada myself,” the voice of little Mattheo Riddle clearly agitated at his sister’s ramblings.

“Mattheo, you clearly don’t understand the-” the younger Riddle’s voice is cut off as Draco comes barreling inside with his bursting trunk, and bleached blond hair.

“What does Matty not understand? Other than the obvious of course,” with his words he gets yells of protest from the older twin and a pillow to the face. “Just telling the facts!”

Y/N laughs at the two boys antics, “My nimrod of a brother simply cannot comprehend the sophisticality of what Hogwarts has to offer.” 

Mattheo mimics her words wordlessly and groans closing his trunk. Draco decides to speak up, “No surprises there, he couldn’t tell the difference between a werewolf and a puppy.” Again, a pillow is thrown at the blond’s face. “Again, facts… Anyways, I thought your,” Draco points to Y/N, “favorite part of leaving for Hogwarts would be seeing your best friend again.”

Y/N rolls her eyes, “Obviously, but the academic parts of Hogwarts can’t be ignored. Over the summer, I’ve been reading Hogwarts, A Hist-” Mattheo interrupts his little sister, rolling his eyes, “We know, you haven’t put the bloody thing down.”

The Riddle girl glares at her brother, “As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted: I’ve been reading Hogwarts, A History, and it says that the enchanted paintings inside of Hogwarts have receptive and cognitive memories, meaning they remember everything from any previous year they’ve been hung and enchanted inside of the castle. And the ghosts have stories of the time even before the infamous Wizarding-Muggle War of 1408. They’ll have so much to tell from what they’ve seen.” Y/N’s eyes lit up as she talked so passionately about what she’s learned over the past summer. She was especially excited to tell a certain Italian boy what she had read.

Draco and Malfoy give each other a look at what the girl had been going on about. Out of the two boys, the latter decides to pipe up first, “Oh, yes, so very riveting. I’m sure Rita Skeeter will love to-”

“Children! Time to go,” the saccharine voice of Narcissa Malfoy calls to the children. The three eleven-year-olds beem to eachother and pick up their trunks to run down the stairs. 

As they race to the landing they come face-to-face with the motherly face of Mrs. Malfoy, and the emotionless face of Mr. Malfoy. Narcissa walks towards the children and leads them with her arms across their backs. “We’ll be apparating to the platform, darlings. Have you three got everything?” The three children nod excitedly.

Lucius’–the long-haired vulture–voice rings out, “Very well then. Let’s get going, can’t be seen when the filthy mudbloods start to show.” At this, Narcissa gave her husband a disapproving look at his choice of words.

“Everyone hold each other's hands, come now,” at her motherly voice, everyone comes together to attach to the patriarch to apparate, whether begrudgingly or not.

September 1st, 1991 Platform 9 ¾

The children all gasped at the look of the red and black train, all three in awe. Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy let go of the children and turned to them. “I want you three to have the best first year at Hogwarts, you hear me,” a rare smile graced Narcissa’s face as she addressed the children, “make sure not to get into too much trouble, and take care of each other no matter where you are or who you’re with. I need you three to stay true.” Narcissa kneels down to give all three of them a much-needed hug, all accepting the form of affection.

The four of them pull away, “Do you promise me, my darling?”

“Yes, mother.”

“Of course, Cissy.”

“You know it.”

The chorus of the three children almost made the tears lining Cissa’s eyes almost threatened to spill over, “Good.” She turned to her husband and whispered, “Say goodbye to the children, Lucius.”

Lucius grunted and addressed the children, “Yes, well, enjoy the year children. Be on your best behavior.” At the words, Draco hugged his father’s legs unexpectedly. Lucius moved backward at the sudden feeling and patted his son’s back and for a split second affection seemed to come across his face. This time it was Draco’s turn to speak, “I’ll miss you, Father.” The older blond gently moved his son off of him and faintly smiled at him, “I… I’ll miss you as well, Draco.”

Draco smiled and stepped back to the smiling twins. “Well, my darlings, I guess this is goodbye for now.”

Y/N and Mattheo smile, “We’ll see you again in the summer, don’t worry.”

“Yeah, don’t worry, Y/N/N and Theodore will keep us in check,” Mattheo’s words followed with a mischievous smirk and nudged his sister, “Isn’t that right, Y/N/N.”

Y/N scoffs at her brother’s words, “I just hope you and Draco won’t need to be kept in check. Maybe with Harry Potter in our year it’ll give you some incentive to do so.” At her words, the infamous Riddle smirk comes through.

“Right, you are, dear Y/N/N. Now, off you go. You must be so excited, I know I was,” the motherly Malfoy chuckles and prompts the children, “Go on and have fun, be safe!”

“Farewell, children. We will see you again at Christmas,” with the words of the long-haired Malfoy, he and Narcissa apparated back to Malfoy Manor.

“Alright, cousins, let’s go find a nice spot on the train,” with Draco’s beckoning the twins followed. All three turned, following Draco to get on the train. Once inside, they start walking through the overflowing paths through the train car. Amidst the crowd of students on the train, a mop of brown curls stands out to the younger Riddle twin,

“Teddy!”

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Yes! The second (technically first) chapter of Andromeda and Perseus: Destined is up! I'm so hyped!

Also, I'm sorry that I got this out a little late, I know I said I would be updating every Sunday, but my Tumblr drafts on mobile stopped working so that was really shitty. But, I did get it out nonetheless, so I call that a win. Also, I had robotics comp yesterday and we fucked up majorly, especially in software (which is what I am), and I was pretty pissed about that.

Anyway, here is chapter one of Andromeda and Perseus: Destined! I hope you enjoy it, and please send feedback🙏. I love you all!!!💚💜

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[quibbs126]

I’m thinking about it now, and honestly I think Miss Heinous’ debut episode foreshadowed her true identity in a number of ways

Though note it’s been a while since I’ve watched the episode so I may get some details wrong

For starters there’s her cheek marks, particularly since they’re clubs, and the series later proved that the card cheek mark characters are all important characters

But to be fair, in Season 1, the importance of the cheek marks probably weren’t that known. Moon and Star had them, and they were other card symbols, but you couldn’t entirely tell if they had a special club theme or not with just them. Not to mention we barely saw Mewni in Season 1, so it really could have just meant Heinous was from Mewni

Though with Eclipsa being teased as having particular importance in Season 2, and us seeing she has spade cheek marks, and then Heinous having that last card symbol, probably would indicate she has more importance than it seems

And also the other two characters with card symbols, Moon and Star, are mother and daughter, so Eclipsa and Heinous sharing the other two card symbols could also be foreshadowing them having a similar relationship

But moving on from the cheek marks, we see in the St Olga episode that Miss Heinous is running it, but is not St Olga herself, which semi implies she is not the first to run this school. Not only this, but when her cheek marks appear, she immediately goes to the Clockwork Orange room or whatever it’s called and watches the videos to suppress them. And this isn’t done by the guards or anything, she does this willingly. And it all sort of implies that she went through the princess brainwashing herself

For starters, this kind of does portray the situation in a more messed up light. This isn’t some old lady who just wants to suppress teenage rebellion and individuality or anything, but instead someone who’s been brainwashed by the school herself and is just continuing this cycle. I don’t entirely remember if this is the case, but you could very well make the case that she genuinely thinks what she’s doing is the right thing because of all this brainwashing

But secondly and relating back to my point, why would have gone through the brainwashing process in the first place? This is a school specifically for wayward princesses. Would this not then imply that Miss Heinous, at least at some point, was a princess? I know in canon she was never recognized as one until Season 4, and she was here for different reasons, but it is a hint as to her true identity

Combine all these factors, and what you end up with using this info is that Miss Heinous was at some point a princess on Mewni, Star’s home dimension. And not only that, but with her cheek marks as explained in the later seasons, she was related to the Butterfly royal family, and specifically possibly Eclipsa. All of which ended up being true. The only thing that didn’t really seem set up (at least from what I recall) is that she’s half monster. But she does share a number of similarities with Globgor’s depiction (poofy white hair, black irises, the nose), so it’s not entirely unfounded?

I don’t know, I know we all found out her identity years ago, so it doesn’t really matter, but it’s interesting to me how much is foreshadowed from her first appearance, and it makes me think the writers planned this aspect of her character from very early on

[thefallenprincesss]

“Let me hold your heart like a flower…”

starter for @creganstarkrp 💗

Princess Rhaenya had the tendency to escape… she did that since she was a teenager and it hadn’t stop since. This wasn’t the first time she had gotten into an argument with her mother and left.

She hadn’t left in a while… she hadn’t done her little journeys in ages. But here she was… at 22 and traveling once again like she did as a child. This time she wanted to try somewhere different…

the Princess had been traveling across the North… for some time now. This time which wasn’t her normal route… she always went towards Dragonstone… or even just somewhere sunnier.

But today… she had different plans, she flew right across the castle… feeling the snowy air cross her face. She could feel the coldness immediately hitting her. It had finally been three days… no rest breaks.

This was Winterfell

There was a crowd of people point and screaming as she was landing… she gripped onto the reins of the dragon saddle as she waited for her landing. She pulled up to force Auerilys to land safely and she did.

She cursed under her breath realizing how cold it was out in Winterfell… now regretting her decision, realizing she probably should’ve went to a warmer location.

She had realized that there was no dragon keepers around… as she cursed under her breath once again. Not very ladylike… her mother would say. She took her time out of the saddle as she hopped down into the snow.

She looked up at the Castle in front of her… as she dragged her dragon to walk just a tad bit more… but she had stopped right in the courtyard.

“Auerilys, you cannot be serious right now,” she sighed as she turned to face her dragon. “Just because you get princess treatment at home does not mean you get princess treatment everywhere else,”

The silverish golden dragon refused again and she sat right down in the middle of snow as she rested her head onto the snow.

The princess rolled her eyes, “Fine until I can figure out a place for you to stay… do not move. And do not eat anything. If you eat something without my permission, I swear we will have to flee again…”

Rhaenya was stopped by guards… as they looked at her. She looked at them slightly tilting her shaking from the cold. “Yes? do you need something?”

“The Lord Cregan Stark wishes an audience,” The guard stated.

Rhaenya raised an eyebrow… “hm, How does he know I am already here…?”

The guard chuckled, “Everyone knows you are here princess, Your Dragon is a dead giveaway,”

The princess rolled her eyes, as she was not used to be called her “Royal Highness…” Something was not normal like Dragonstone or King’s Landing.

She walked into the castle… it was much different than her home. The guards followed her, “Your highness… do you know where you are going…?”

The girl nodded her head no… she acted like she did… but it clearly failed. “Lead me,”

The two guards chuckled at the Princess as they lead her to the Great Hall. She admired the architecture of the castle. She slightly shivered feeling more of the cold air coming in and the dress she was wearing, was not the right fitted one.

When the doors opened the court caller introduced her… “Princess Rhaenya of House Targaryen!”

Heads turned towards her as she felt like she was the queen… She was hesitant. She saw at the end of the Hall… Lord Cregan Stark.

The Princess walked down to meet to the lord… her eyes turned seeing everyone respect her was a first.

Lord Cregan Stark decided to meet her in the middle… as he bowed and kissed her hand. She looked down at him and helped him up. “No need for that my lord…”

Her eyes stayed on his… as a small smile appeared on her face. “I wish to stay here… for just a little bit of time. Not to long, just so my dragon and I can get some rest… we will back to our journey…”

It was quiet… she looked at Cregan… her body slightly shaking from the cold… “And… if I would have a new wardrobe…”

The gasp from ladies were heard across the room… realizing the Princess had brought nothing with her. She truly needed a new wardrobe… seeing she was in the thinnest layer of fabric a woman can wear in Wintefell.

There was slightly generosity in Cregan’s eyes as she smiled… “and I apologize for my dragon… in the courtyard… she would refuse to move my lord..”

She had her head down in slight embarrassment… but her eyes kept slightly glancing up to take a look at the handsome… lord.

[rpmemecentral]

Dragon Age Sentence Starters: Alistair

"Yes... Swooping is bad"

"They say you can get anything here. I once got pick-pocketed."

 "Excuse me while I begin projectile vomiting."

"Is it just me, or did I do really badly back there?"

"Don't look now, but, well, look now!"

"More crazy? I thought we were all full up."

"This is where the nobility come to get drunk and debate who's the most self-important of them all. Good times."

"Why do they call it a 'brothel?' There's no broth. Or is there?"

"Can't... keep eyes open. Someone... pinch... me."

"What is that smell? Fish? And something else. Oh... more fish.""

"I locked myself in a cage, once, when I was a child. For an entire day. Ahh, good times."

"Uh-oh. I'm terrible at puzzles."

"Hey, now. There's nothing saying that a moron can't be cute and adorable."

"But I'm talking. Why doesn't anyone want to hear me talk?"

" I don't know if I should take you seriously... but you scare me sometimes."

"Well, look here, now who's an idle gossip? Me-ow!"

"So I should be awkward? Didn't you just say not to do things like that?"

"Yes, I'm that blind. I so totally did not see you ogling each other before."

"Couldn't you crawl into a bush somewhere and die? That would be great, thanks."

"You think you're so smart? I've got an academic question that I bet you won't be able to answer."

"Oh, how the mighty have crumbled."

"I didn't say it was a good plan."

"Why can't I be drunk all the time? I never get to be drunk."

"Socks are sneaky like that."

"And here I was going to name one of my children after you...the grumpy one."

"Yes, but she seems more... "Ooh, pretty colors!" than "Muahaha! I am Princess Stabbity! Stab, kill, kill!"

"What? Lead? Me? No, no, no. No leading. Bad things happen when I lead. We get lost, people die, and the next thing you know I’m stranded somewhere without any pants."

"Yes, that's right. Watch as I thrash our enemies with the mighty power of floral arrangements! Feel my thorns! I will overpower you with my rosy scent!"

"Why are you smiling like that? You look suspiciously like the cat who swallowed the pigeon."

"I hate you. You're a bad person."

"You know, you are just too understanding about stuff like this. Can't you be more judgmental? I'm trying to rant, here."

"Not listening! La la la la la!"

" I don't need another drink. Okay, maybe I do. But just one. Or two."