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slvtzofhell · 13 days ago

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Thrashard (Dutch x fem!reader)

Summary: reader has been staring at Dutch for a whole night and is surprised when he catches on and then they have SEX. IN HIS CAR. LIKE DISGUSTING ANIMALS.

Warnings: smut, p in v, riding, semi public sex, dutch has no shame in front of his friends sometimes. mentions of drinking and alcohol, light degrading, girl idk. LMAO.

Word count: 3.9k

A/N: if anybody knows the song in the title you get bonus points. Also I really hate using “Y/N” in fanfic but there’s no way I'm doing a self insert oc. And I sure as hell am NOT using my own name.

ao3

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Californian sun—something you had never experienced before—an absolute dream. What was even better were the nights. The warm, loud, nights. Nothing like where you were from.

Tonight could only be described with the pounding bass of some girl’s radio, and the distant cheering of boys chugging whatever liquor they could get their hands on. The last day of summer break before everyone’s regular lives hit them like a brick.

But there you stood, awkwardly awaiting ANYBODY to talk to you besides the limited interactions you had with the girl who invited you. All you really knew was her name, (Jess) and that was it. You looked around the dimly lit beach, the sand only really illuminated from the couple of bonfires that the party-goers had started, however most of the fat kids that were too busy roasting sausages to care about partying, were blocking the light. Through the shadowed silhouettes, your gaze fell upon the loudest group at the event; 5 idiots, somehow responsible for 100 people’s worth of noise, all wearing leather jackets with some big snake patches on them. You eyes clung on to one of the members in the group in particular, a shorter boy with what seemed to be badly bleached blond hair that was almost as short as his height. He was swilling down beers like they were water, laughing in the face of his friends who couldn’t keep up. He was the exact opposite of the ideal man.

Jess noticed your little space out. “Hello? What are you staring at?” She leaned down next to you, following your eyes, noticing the 5 boys. “Oh, HELL no, Y/N. No fuckin’ way.” She forcefully grabbed your shoulders, spinning you in the opposite direction from the group.

“Whaaaaat?” You whined. “Anyone but him. I’m telling you. I’ve heard some nasty stuff about him.” “I don’t even know his name, cmon.” “Let’s keep it that way, shall we?” You didn’t understand it at first, why she was being so weird about it. I mean, sure, he seemed like an obnoxious guy, and maybe a total dick, but what was the worst he could do? In reality, girls like you were always warned to stay away from guys like him. Every girl at the school that crossed paths with him had some sort of story to tell, but for some reason you just couldn't shake the ever increasing attraction you had to him. It was eating you alive.

You sighed as you silently agreed with her, reluctantly trying to focus on the party and making other friends in your mental stability bracket rather than focusing on a guy who looked like he’d hit his girlfriend. But as the party went on, you only started to notice him more and more, and you caught yourself staring a hell of a lot more than you should’ve.

During one of your 10 minute intervals of cycled looking, looking away, looking back, yearning, repeating, the boy’s glare fell heavy onto yours as you locked in a stare.

Out of the corner of your eye you could see them talking in the distance, the boy whispered something to the other blond next to him.

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“You know who that is?” Dutch whispered to Johnny, his eyes not leaving your figure for a moment.

“Never seen her. She must be new.” He responded. “Must be, I wouldn’t forget a body like that.”

“God, Dutch, keep it in your pants.” He scoffed as he nudged Dutch in the stomach.

Dutch swatted Johnny’s hand away and rolled his eyes. “Hard to when she keeps starin’ at me like that, man.”

“Well, you gonna go talk to her?” “You know what? Yeah. I will.”

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You couldn’t hear a word they were saying, only faintly seeing knowing glances, the shadow of both boy’s faces when they hid behind each other's neck to whisper more unintelligent, drowned out nonsense, until all of a sudden, your little salient crush was walking right over.

Jess noticed, trying desperately to purposely get in his way, but to no avail, the boy stood right in front of you.

“Lookin’ for something, sweetheart?” He smirked. Gosh, he was even more obnoxious up close. He reeked of beer and you could literally see his roots growing in. WHAT about him was hot exactly? You had no idea.

“Not lookin’ for anything. Well, besides the exit now.” You simply stated.

“Yeah, I couldn’t tell with the way your eyes have been glued to me this whole night.” His smirk grew bigger as he noticed your uncomfortably slight change in demeanor. “You think I didn’t notice?”

“Look, Dutch, she’s not interested.” Jess stepped in firmly, attempting to stand between the two of you.

He shot a glare at her, lightly pushing her out of the way and stepping closer to you menacingly. “Stay out of it, Jess. This is between me and… uh…”

You paused for a moment before finally speaking up. “Y/N.”

Jess facepalmed rather comically. “This girl.” she thought. “There’s no savin’ her now.”

“Y/N,” He repeated, letting your name linger in his head. “Pretty name for a pretty girl. Tell me, why bother hanging out with these nerds? I’ll introduce you to my friends. We’ll show you a good time, ya know what I mean?” He smiled smugly as his hand moved to grab your wrist. The cheesiness of his words was enough to put you in a coma, you had not a fucking clue what was drawing you into him so badly, but whatever it was, it worked. His grip only grew tighter as you started to show signs of dissent. “Cmonnnnn, you’re gonna tease me all night by staring and not even TRY to make a move? Maybe I shouldn't bother with some lame girl like you.” He shrugged as he let go of your wrist, daring to turn back and forget all about you.

You couldn’t sit back and watch yourself fumble. “Wait-” You abruptly shot out.

He turned around again, that stupid grin never ceasing to exist.

Jess’s jaw dropped in pure disbelief and frustration as she saw you mouth the words “I’m sorry!” before you finally left with him, as if you had just murdered her whole family.

“Atta girl.”

The two of you walked over to the group of boys who are now all whistling at the sight of Dutch’s arm slung around your shoulder, holding you a little too close for comfort.

“Guys, meet Y/N, Y/N, meet the guys, Johnny, Jimmy, Bobby, and Tommy.”

Ironically, the matching suffixes in all of their names was the most Californian thing you’d heard that week.

Bobby extended his hand to greet you, smiling at you warmly. “It’s nice to meet you, Y/N.”

You shook his hand awkwardly and smiled back.

“Say, Dutch, looks like you caught a nice one. Mind sharing?” Johnny said as the rest of the boys burst into laughter. “Okay, enough with the friendliness. She’s off limits.” Dutch chuckled. Though his voice was lighthearted, you could see in his eyes he was getting pissed off.

“Man, you’re no fun.” “So, Y/N, where’re ya from?” Tommy asked, glancing down at you as he took a sip from his almost empty beer.

“The East Coast.” You said, trying to be as vague as possible.

Dutch pondered that for a moment. “Explains the accent, you’re clearly not from around here.”

About half an hour into meeting the boys, and you all sat at a picnic table on the sand a little further away from the rest of the party as you learned about all the insane things they would get up to during the summer.

Dutch didn’t speak much. His hand was stationary on your hip, every so often pulling you closer to him. During your conversations, his eyes continued to roam up and down your body, eyeing over your bathing suit that continued to stay without a drop of water on it for the rest of the night, and he couldn’t help but wish that the x-ray goggles he had seen in sci-fi movies existed in real life.

“Dutch?” Bobby called out. Dutch snapped out of his trance, looking back up to Bobby “What?” He snapped—and honestly, he didn’t mean to sound so snarky. He was far too fixated to notice his tone.

“We were about to tell Y/N about the time you got suspended from school for cussing the principal out. Figured you’d tell it best.”

He scoffed, as if it wasn’t really that paramount of a tale. “Which time?”

“Remember? ‘83? You were caught drinking in the bathroom stall! Don’t make me spell it out, man!”

“Fuck… yeah, I remember that.” He shrugged. “Crazy…” Dutch trailed off, his eyes diverting back to your body, never leaving.

“Could you not eyefuck Y/N for a minute, dude?” Johnny mocked as he furrowed his brows.

“Shut up. You’re all just jealous.” He retorted, still, refusing to look away.

Unbeknownst to Dutch, the rest of the boys were all whispering to each other, holding back laughter, as if you weren’t right in front of all of them. You could pretty much hear their little plan, and suddenly your heart was beating just a little faster than it would've been otherwise. Why? Couldn’t tell ya.

Tommy was the first of them to stand up. “Heyyy, Dutch, we’re gonna go uh… grab a few drinks.” He chuckled.

The rest of the boys stood up with him, playing along. (albeit, poorly.)

“Alright…” Dutch said with a raise of his eyebrow “Could one of you get me another beer? I feel like I’m 3 weeks sober already.”

“You got it, boss. Try not to get too busy while we’re gone.” Bobby laughed. 3 other laughs followed shortly after as they faded into the distance. They knew what they were doing, and they were pretty dogshit at hiding it.

Dutch shook his head as his eyes fell off your body and sprung back to your face. “They piss me off so bad sometimes.”

You leaned your head against his shoulder, subtly taking in the scent of booze. “Johnny had a point, you know.” “What do you mean?” He questioned, gently pulling your head back to face him.

“You think I was staring? You’ve been watching me like a hawk this whole time. And you haven’t exactly been making eye contact.”

Dutch laughed, as if it was supposed to be blatantly obvious what he was doing. “Well no shit, want me to take you right here in front of everyone? I was just waiting for the right time.”

Your tongue traced your bottom lip nervously at such blunt words. DID you want him to take you right there? Don’t be ridiculous.

“And when’s the right time, then?” You questioned, trying to sound smarter than you were terrified. Obviously you failed, Dutch could practically smell your timidness like a shark smelling your blood.

“Well, when I finally get you alone.” He smirked. No one in sight, and a warm hand slowly finding your thigh and making its agonisingly slow descent up it, while another held your chin to face him. What would Jess think? She was gonna kill you when she found out. “You see anyone around, princess?”

You wished you could tell what was going on in your own head, let alone his. Too much distant background noise, too many thoughts, the new eye contact between the two of you just a little too intense.

Keep it simple, stupid. At least, that’s what you remembered your friend telling you once when you kissed a boy for the first time.

Dutch wouldn’t admit it, but the way you were looking at him was driving him crazy, like a feral cat scratching at the walls. The way you had to tilt your head up just a little to look at him, the way your eyes were glossy and shining, pupils blown out, the slight pout playing on your lips as you sat there, fear and arousal radiating off your body. And, god, the way your hand was just half an inch from his. What a stupid thing to get wound up over, but the ALMOST touch was killing him.

You could hear his slightly ragged breath hitching in his throat the more you looked at him, and you weren’t even aware of the effect you had on him until he was suddenly leaning in. And not a slow, gradual, romantic lean down. It was desperate, and it was quick. It was NEEDY. It was like if he didn’t do it now, he was gonna die in a second.

His lips weren’t exactly soft, in fact, far from it, and neither was his kiss. His hands finally wandered up and down your body, pulling you in closer as you whined in between kisses, letting his tongue slide into your mouth. Dutch held your waist tightly, his grip strong enough to bruise. He pulled you into his lap as the kiss broke, trailing his lips down your neck, it felt as though his mouth never lacked contact with your skin as they slowly made their way down to your chest.

“Dutch-” You began to say.

“Shhh… just stay like this for a second.” He said, rather softly and quite out of character.

“No- look.” You insisted, turning his head back towards the party. He looked around for a few seconds before he noticed his stupid friends watching them and laughing.

“Fuck them.”

–

Dutch led you to his car, a car you could only describe as something you’d see in some raunchy porno. Sporty, tinted windows, convertible, a bright red paint job, and right now, the doors LOCKED.

In the backseat, you had him straddled underneath you, your hips grinding against his lap as you continued to make out, rather unrhythmically and classy, but neither of you gave a shit anymore. He bucked his hips up into you, the lack of friction making him crazy. “Y/N…” He panted. “Cmon…” “What is it?”

“Don’t make me say it.”

Silence.

“Need you.” He mumbled.

“Say it again…” Dutch looked at you incredulously and slack jawed. He grabbed your chin, pulling you closer to him til you could feel his heavy breath against you. “You think you’re in a position to be making demands?”

Technically you were…

“Well-” You started, but was soon cut off. He smiled as he interrupted you. “That’s not how this works, baby. You might be on top of me, but you’re certainly not in charge here. Got it?” You stared at him blankly, pondering whether you continued to push your luck and try to take control, or whether you just adhered to him and let him take you.

You relaxed your shoulders, letting the remaining power you had over him slip away. “Fine.” was all the approval he needed to take charge again, though he kept you in his lap, enjoying the view of being eye to tit level with you. That was really the only reason, really, you were sure he would’ve just had you on all fours with your wrists behind your back otherwise.

“That’s a good girl. Now, let’s get these off.” He smirked as he hooked his finger around the waistband of your bikini. You slid both pieces of your bathing suit off, tossing them on the car floor impatiently. Dutch’s eyes widened as he took in your naked form, his eyes racing up and down rapidly. “God, you’re fucking hotter than I imagined.” “Are you saying that you were imagining it?” You teased.

Dutch cocked his head to the side, confused for a second. “Was that not obvious? Ever since I first noticed you staring at me. I practically had to stop myself from kissing you right then and there.”

You sighed at his words, hiding your face in the crook of his neck, giggling against his skin. Dutch scoffed as he grabbed a fistful of your hair, gently, but still firmly, pulling you back up to look at him. “Can’t hide now, baby.” You continued to grind down against Dutch’s crotch, earing you a strangled moan escaping his mouth. “You’re killing me here, Y/N.”

Well, you might as well do him some justice now, it’s only fair.

You giggled as your hands traveled down his body, making their way to his tight jeans, (now made tighter just by you being in the position you were) and you began to unzip them, pulling them down and letting them sit just at his knees—there was no time or energy to waste on trying to take them off completely anyway.

Dutch, now left in just his shirt and boxers, groaned as he felt your hand palm his clothed dick, thoughts of what he was gonna do to you when he could finally control himself. “You’re enjoying yourself a little too much.” He groaned. Fed up, he pushed your hand away, quickly yanking down his boxers by himself and letting his cock spring free, seeing as you weren’t gonna do it anytime soon.

You rolled your eyes at his impatience, stroking him slowly as he arched into your touch. You yourself were growing impatient, the heat between your legs only getting harder and harder to ignore, but you wanted to keep teasing him so badly.

“I know you want me, Y/N, don’t make this more difficult than it needs to be.” “But I like teasing you.” You responded.

“And I’d like to be fucking you right now, but you don’t see me complaining.”

“You are complaining thou-”

Suddenly, Dutch sat up, grabbing your cheeks and forcing you to face him. “Talk back one more time, see what happens.”

You didn’t say anything.

“Nothing to say now? But you were so bold a minute ago?” Dutch’s hands drifted up and down your waist, finally landing under your ass to hold you up, making you hover above his dick. “Gonna be a good girl and ride me, baby?” He purred. His voice was like silk when he would quiet down, when he wasn’t so busy yelling at everyone who looked at him wrong. He knew damn well you would do anything for him, you were just being stubborn.

At some point during your sulking and brattiness, Dutch had had enough. He wasn’t exactly known for being a patient man, and this didn’t make up for it. Hands still on your ass, he slammed you down onto his dick without warning, grinning at the sound of your gasp and pained moan as your pussy tried to adjust to his size.

“Fuck… so tight… there you go, see? You’re already taking me so well…” He whispered, trying to hold back his own moans.

You rested your head against his shoulder, though any movement just made your stomach muscles contract even more, intensifying the already overwhelming feeling of him being inside you.

Dutch gripped the car door sill behind him with one hand tightly as he began to fuck up into you, causing you to whine, his other hand tugging at your hair again, pulling you off his shoulder so he could get a proper look at the girl he was fucking senseless. “Cmon, princess, you can do better than that. Ride me like you fuckin mean it.”

You nodded, words completely failing you as you started to move, both his and yours hips moving in sync with each other. Inaudible strings of praise fell from Dutch’s lips as he continued to pound you from underneath, his eyes never leaving yours.

Your moans only got louder when he started to kiss down your aching body, sucking hickeys onto your skin wherever he could, and whenever he figured people could see them, which included right on your neck and collarbones. He groaned at the site of you, all fucked out and marked up by him. “You’re so fuckin’ sexy bruises with those all over your neck. Now everyone can see who made you feel so good tonight, huh? You’d like that?”

“Y-yeah-” Was all you could get out.

“You’re such a little slut you know that? Letting me mark you in the most visible places. It’s like you want people to know.” Dutch continued to leave open mouthed kisses along your skin, taking one of your tits into his hand and toying with the nipple as he sucked another hickey onto the other side of your chest. He was such a bastard, he knew what he was doing. And god did it feel good.

Dutch’s dick twitched as he felt your walls clench around him, signalling your inevitable orgasm. “You close, baby? Huh?”

You nodded once again.

“Say it, tell me how good you feel.” You swallowed the rest of your pride as you cried out. “S-so close, Dutch! Fuck!”

“Good girl, cmon, cum for me.” He cooed. You gasped as you felt his hand reach your clit, his thumb circling it faster than he was fucking you. The stimulation became too much to handle as your body started to tremble against him. “Easy there, don’t fall off.” He mocked, his free hand guiding your movements from behind your back, tracing lines up your spine, causing you to shiver.

The rhythm became erratic and unpredictable as you both neared your peaks, but he was determined to make you cum first. No way was he gonna let a girl make him cum so quick just by riding him, it was already embarrassing enough that his preferred position was having a girl on top of him.

He kept the rough pace as stable as he could, the sounds of risqué moans filling the backseat of his car, he couldn't help but wonder if bypassers could hear you. Not that he cared about getting caught, he just didn’t feel like sharing.

Finally, you felt the familiar knot in your stomach unravel as your orgasm crashed over you. You, once again, hid your face against Dutch’s shoulder, only this time, he didn’t pull you back, instead enjoying the sounds of your moans right in his ear, and your pants tickling the hair on the back of his neck.

Dutch continued to fuck you, even when you had no energy left to move yourself, prolonging your orgasm for as long as he could before he finally finished too, letting his cum spill inside you with one last guttural moan.

“Shit, Y/N, that was fucking perfect. You’re perfect.”

You shook in his arms as you came down from your climax, feeling hot and overstimulated. “You’re a good fuck, I’ll give you that.”

“Just good? You wound me.” He mocked. “I’m gonna have to see you again soon, I’ll see you at school tomorrow right?” Dutch’s voice almost sounded needy when he asked, like he was worried you, a girl, the exact same age as him and living in the exact same town as him, would disappear forever.

“Course I will. At least now I’ll have someone to sit with.” You smirked as you pulled him in to kiss him again, though this time softly. Still buried inside you, Dutch moaned into your mouth.

“Guess we have to go back there now. But I don’t really wanna face my friends after knowing that they basically planned this whole thing.” “Well, would no input from them really have made a difference anyway?”

“No, I was gonna have you here one way or another. They just made it happen faster.”

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BOOOOO THIS FUCKING SUCKS

im so sorry.

my other fic was so much better, im just really bad at writing sex scenes and kiss scenes and writing in general. im so sorry to whoever reads this.

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5mind · 1 month ago

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NAME: Garlic, Hsah (I use Garlic more online thooo)

PRONOUNS: she/they/he <- any of these is good

MOST ACTIVE MUSE(S): Fivemind (specifically Yellow and Blue), and Antares. Shelley , from my other blog , has also been relatively active lately

RP PET PEEVES: this one ...I feel like sometimes it might be my fault (because things might not always be clear) but like...when people are unclear about stuff about my ocs (which is fair and fine) but instead of asking me directly about it they just go ahead and roll with the misconception. And like...if there are questions or stuff you're not sure, it's okay to ask! Please! I like talking about my ocs anyways lol

EXPERIENCE/HOW MANY YEARS: uhhhhhhhh I started roleplaying I was like 15? 16? But I took a lotta breaks in rp over the years, like my longest break I think was 4/5 yrs??? This blog itself is like 4 yrs old i think

FLUFF, ANGST, or SMUT: Fluff, angst, and action / horror elements! I don't do smut really because whenever I've tried it in the past I get super nervous about not writing sexy enough ahaha.... Talking about sexual stuff is alright though! Just not full on sex scenes.

LONG/SHORT REPLIES: Both~ I try to match lengths most of the time. I do reply faster for short replies though so I feel like you might find me replying to short replies more frequently than long.

BEST WAY TO INTERACT: like???? ooc? IMs or just ask for my discord. Kinda prefer IMs on tumblr for ooc chatting though. For IC, the askbox is always open or I'll just pop by in when I feel like it

BEST TIME TO WRITE: ideally in the morning but lately haven't been able to wake up before 5 am so currently, I try to get a few replies in during work hours in the morning or in the evening after work (although I feel like the quality is bad at the time). I write mostly in the morning and evening during weekends though.

TAGGED BY: @pushspacetocontinue

TAGGING: idk i need to take a piss rn so anyone who wanna just grab it and go <333

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beoljibentertainment · 3 months ago

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Radio Star [EP 860]

Pairings: Super Junior x Radio Star, Nara (OC) x Kyuhyun (slightly), Nara (OC) x Yesung (slightly)

Warnings: Nara doesn't appear in this, but it's mainly the members talking about her; the word ‘fuckboy’ is used twice

w.c: 1,2k

English isn't my first language, so it'll probably have some mistakes — I'm also trying to use quotation marks, but in Brasil we usually write dialogues with dashes, that's why it'll probably look so off

also i know they were not promoting Show Time when they went to Radio Star, but let's just incorporate it

please interact with me, I'm dying to know what you guys think about her/the story/everything!!! I want to know your thoughts and asks and what more you want to see 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

June 2024

It was weird to think about Radio Star without Kyuhyun, but Kim Gookjin, Kim Gura, Yoo Se Yoon and Jang DoYeon were getting by as best they could. However, they were seniors in entertainment and as the years got by, they received thousands of guests for the variety show, including the ex-MC group members.

Super Junior has been on the show a few times. They were well-known and recurring guests – some more than others, with Kyuhyun being a regular MC, Heechul and Shindong appearing for a season, some members going there when they released a movie or solo album... all kinds of events. Now, they were promoting Show Time, but only four members could attend the meeting: Heechul, Yesung, Eunhyuk and Leeteuk.

After what happened to Sungmin, MCs were a little wary of bringing up the subject of relationships. But 10 years later, and after testing the waters to see the members mood, they felt that they could get into it with ease.

Leeteuk was always the first to react with a “I want to marry soon” in a hopeless tone. He was already in his 40s, having already passed the age Koreans considered ideal for a man to marry and build a family.

“He's been saying this since 2018,” Yesung remarked, earning a few laughs from the MCs.

“Maybe I should have been the one to lose on the Ga-wi ba-wi bô” Leeteuk said, referencing the ga-wi ba-wi bô battle they did in 2019. Ryeowook was the one to lose, and now he was married to Ari.

At the time, they did play it in a derogatory way, but after 5 years and their parents talking about how they wanted grandkids, it was starting to get burdensome.

“Do you talk a lot about marriage?” Yoo Se Yoon asked, curiosity peeking in his voice. The boys nodded their heads.

“We also talk a lot about who's going to get divorced first” Heechul answered quickly and Kim Gura couldn't hold back his surprised laugh.

“But we're scientific about it! We've actually made a graph of how many people we've dated, the average length of time we've dated and how old each member is now, so we could discuss better” Eunhyuk explained. Jang DoYeon looked at them with a smile but furrowed eyebrows, Super Junior were just a bunch of weird people.

“And who has the best prognosis?” Kim Gookjin asked, much more curious to have such an inside vision about their thought process.

“Theoretically, Nara” Eunhyuk concluded, looking at his peers. That was the result of the last time they did the graph, but some members would disagree about the outcome of it because it was ‘rigged’ and she didn't put 'true’ information.

“AISH, SHE DOESN'T COUNT” Heechul yelled, getting up from his chair in protest. He waved his hand aggressively at the hosts. He was definitely one of the members who disagreed on

"Why?” Kim Gura asked, visibly interested in this. The others MCs were also listening attentively; it wasn't everyday they had idols talk so deeply about their romantic lives, feelings and they knew Nara was an interesting topic that viewers loved to hear about.

“She never acknowledges she's dating,” Heechul specified.

“She doesn't like to date?” Jang DoYeon asked, her torso leaning slightly forward.

“No, she dates,” Heechul sat back in the chair. “But she never calls anyone her ‘boyfriend’ or says things are ‘serious’. She doesn't take anyone to hang-outs, doesn't introduce anyone, and when it ends she acts as if it didn't even happen because it wasn't her 'boyfriend’ yet so it doesn't count,” he said and leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms, furrowed eyebrows expressing his displeasure at Nara's theoretically better prognosis. “She's worse than any Hongdae fuckboy,” Heechul concluded.

The room went nuts. If the MCs were already laughing with his description, when Heechul said Nara was ‘worse than a Hongdae fuckboy’, Kim Gura let a laughing scream escape and the Super Junior members started to laugh hard. DoYeon covered her mouth, trying to hide her shocked expression and looked at the camera, while Gookjin stood motionless, without knowing how to respond.

“I feel like a father who will only meet his daughter's boyfriend the day before the wedding” Leeteuk shook his head, acting disappointed.

“I think she's only acknowledged one, so far,” Eunhyuk explained, and Yesung nodded his head, agreeing with him. Yesung's eyes were glued to the table, only reacting to what the others were saying.

“Even to her close friends?” Kim Gura asked, with arched eyebrows. He had already forgotten what they were going to talk about on the program, he was much more interested in Nara's exposure.

Heechul and Eunhyuk exchanged a couple of glances and muttered a simple “yes”, while Leeteuk laughed embarrassed. They earned a couple of ‘wows’ from the MCs with their jaws dropped and eyes widened; even if idols didn't usually publicly date anyone and would never talk about this topic openly, they were friends for about 20 years and would spend almost the entire day together. They fought that hard, but she couldn't bring her boyfriends to be introduced? Or only one person mattered that much?

That was shocking and, again, Nara really was one of a kind.

“It must have been very special,” Kim Gook-jin said, tidying up his papers, and the other MCs agreed.

Super Junior members didn't know how to act at that moment. If they agreed, it would definitely turn into another fight in the group; they just realized they were digging their grave. Luckily, neither the MCs nor the audience noticed their fearful looks.

“Will we have another wedding soon?” Kim Gura asked with a smile. Was Super Junior finally going to have their season of weddings? First Ryeowook, then Nara, then whatever was next in line… it would be a new thing to idol life and would probably open doors to other idols publicly dating and showing affection.

“NO, no,” Heechul laughed nervously, shaking his hands. “That was in 2009”.

“WHAT! 15 YEARS AGO?” Yoo Se Yoon yelled, flabbergasted.

“She’s going to yell at us when she watches this,” Yesung joked with a nervous smile.

“I want to be an uncle, so she'd better introduce us a new serious boyfriend soon” Heechul exclaimed to the camera, as if talked about all of this just to threaten Nara in the end… as if it was part of his plan – even when all the members knew it was not, but he managed to save it.

They tried to distance the conversation from Nara, knowing already they had overdid it – they could hope for a funny or indifferent outcome, but would probably have to hear her screaming at them in the most scary ways. The MCs talked about Heechul's cyworld and how famous he used to be, the Cinderella religion and his fans. At some moment, they talked about clubbing and would eventually end up talking about relationships again.

They proceeded to talk about how it was difficult for them to meet someone outside the industry and that for them to get married – now that they were old – they had to have courage and reach out to the person, be it idol, staff member or friend. They couldn't put up with just 'waiting’ anymore. If they manage to find someone beautiful, interesting and kind, they have to act on it.

Yesung looked away and started biting the skin of his mouth.

Maybe it was time for him to act on what he felt for years.

Maybe he was going to be the next man Nara introduced as 'boyfriend'.

#kpop oc #sm entertainment #super junior #super junior 14th member au #super junior 16th member au #super junior imagine #super junior reactions #super junior imagines #super junior x reader #heechul #leeteuk #yesung #eunhyuk

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Writing religion in my OC universe is a little fun because a) I personally don't really care about religion so my grasp of how it functions is maybe not ideal for writing about it and b) my story... focuses on the gods... I don't spend a ton of time thinking about the human side of things, so while the human side of things IS ABOUT THEIR RELATIONSHIPS WITH GODS it's not exactly super fleshed out. Also more gods -> humans than humans -> gods

Anyways. Religion in my OCverse isn't even remotely similar to our real life religions because not only are gods provably real they're also like. Some Guy Who Comes Around Sometimes. Depending on the god you can actually just talk to them and they're like a human with superpowers. And also eventually they'll die and get replaced by a new god who might have completely different values. So the nature of religion depends on various factors:

Do you feel positively or negatively towards the gods?

Have the gods hurt you? (Or other people you know)

If they have hurt you, do you blame it on the gods as a whole, or do you blame it on the individual one? If they hurt you, does that diminish the things they've done for you?

Do you want to get rid of the gods?

Do you love the gods? Does your family follow the same one for generations? Does this influence how you see them?

When they get replaced, will you mourn the loss of the one you used to love?

Can you tell if they look down on you? Does this upset you, knowing that they're different from humans and thus see themselves as above you? Do you see them as above you too?

Do you rely on their powers when they choose to use them for your benefit?

Are you desperate for them to help you, regardless of whether they actually do?

Isn't this just what the culture is? Everyone asks the gods for help. You shouldn't do anything different from the crowd. That means choosing a god or two to follow, even if you don't actually care.

Etc

It's less "religion" and more............... societal norms. Since the gods exist no matter what you personally feel.

Also the Godhunters exist, and they actively want to kill the gods. Which isn't a WIDESPREAD opinion, but it's prominent enough to be a threat to the gods, especially those pretending to be human (the Godhunters believe that gods and humans should be separated and gods should only be on Earth for religious purposes (meeting with humans and hearing requests, etc). So they attempt to kill any gods that are outside what they personally believe is the "correct" way for a god to interact with humans. Essentially they want to make sure that gods serve humans, not the other way around)

Gods pretending to be human also is a known phenomenon in this world so you can imagine the fun that children have dreaming of secretly finding out they're Actually A God and just have to unlock their powers soon... But of course that never happens.

#oc tag

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ox-imagines · 1 year ago

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I'm Yours (In This Life and the Next)

Pt. 1 | Zenji x reader/OC (Tokyo Debunker)

!! Major spoilers for chapter five of TDB ahead !!

Content warnings: mentions of death

Before my eyes opened, I could smell that something was off. The air was sterile, scented with metal and fresh cloth and… something else I couldn’t quite place, but I was definitely somewhere medical. My whole body felt a general achiness, my neck stiff and sore and my head pounding. Finally, my eyes blinked open. I squinted at the fluorescent lighting, trying to remember what had happened, how I could’ve possibly gotten here.

It was a lovely day out. The sun was gently blanketed by clouds, providing the ideal amount of light as I walked arm-in-arm with Zenji through a secluded part of the Darkwick campus. I’d started at Darkwick the previous school year, having just moved to Japan in order to attend the prestigious academy as a ghoul student. I wasn’t exactly outgoing and being in a new country didn’t help, but getting placed in Hotarubi seemed like a lucky break for me; the other two ghouls, who were also first-years, and all the general students I’d interacted with were so friendly and good-intentioned. Zenji was a particular help in getting me settled here. He was an odd boy, a bit eccentric with a flair for the dramatic, but also one of the most understanding, caring people I’d ever met. Lively ruby-red eyes, shiny deep-purple hair, a touch of eyeliner and lavender eyeshadow, with unique yet fashionable style and a stunningly sweet smile; that was Zenji. Needless to say it didn’t take long for me to completely fall for him. We ended up spending almost every day together, studying side by side, sharing our projects, occasionally getting R&R permits to go on little off-campus dates and day trips so he could show me his favorite places.

Over the spring break between academic years, I'd gone back home and missed being with him, but we texted and called when we could, working around the timezone difference. When we returned this year, it was like we’d never been apart. Haku, a fellow second-year ghoul from Frostheim, transferred to Hotarubi and his easygoing attitude quickly espoused him to our whole house. Zenji also made friends with a sweet, playful new ghoul from Jabberwock named Towa and we spent some of our days with him. Often though, it was still just us. I tried to ground my thoughts and remember the last thing that had happened. The birds were singing quietly as we walked, Zenji rambling about his latest novel idea. That’s how things usually went: I was content to listen to him and give him whatever feedback he wanted, and he was almost always bright and talkative, though always sensitive enough to know when silence was valuable. Even with the chaos and warring going on between the houses this year, his spirits couldn’t seem to be dampened. He seemed particularly vibrant today though… was it today? How did I get here?

All I could remember was him, his crimson eyes glittering, shining with adoration as he looked down at me, watching my reactions to his grand ideas. The warmth of his arm around mine, the lilt of his deep voice, the way he leaned in to gently kiss my cheek and the way his breath tickled my ear as he did so. The dappled sunlight filtering through the leaves added to his magnificence. And then… And then?

Oh.

The ground trembled softly, Zenji’s hold on me tightening and his bright eyes clouding with alarm as he looked around. The ground started shaking harder, and over the crest of the horizon line a massive anomalous creature resembling a rhino approached. That wasn’t good. The other few students scattered around the lawn screamed and ran, one of them not lucky enough to escape the anomaly’s angered rampage and getting trampled with a sickening crunch. Zenji’s hand slid down and clasped onto mine tightly. “Run. We can’t outrun it, but maybe it’ll go the other way.” He was often a worrier, but the dark concern in his quivering voice didn’t belong there. Though he wasn’t particularly athletic, his long legs moved quickly to try and carry him away, his hand in mine pulling me along with him as I tried to catch up.

“Shit,” I gasped out, unsure whether or not we were successfully escaping the beast but unwilling to look over my shoulder.

“Shit,” Zenji nodded in agreement, one of the very few times I’d ever heard him curse. He did look behind us and his expression told me everything I needed to know. “Leia, don’t let go,” the fear in his voice and eyes chilled me and I held his hand tighter, his own grip on mine almost painful. “Keep running, don’t look back.”

A heavy force hit me hard from the back. I went flying and my hand slipped from Zenji’s. My conciousness faded as I hit a tree.

My heart was pounding and my mouth was dry; I tried to sit up, but a harsh pain in my side stopped me. Some machine I was attached to started beeping and Yuri, a first-year Mortkranken student with a cold, stern air about him and aqua hair that matched his house’s color, appeared promptly with a clipboard. He checked the beeping machine to record my vitals, not saying anything.

“Where, where is he? Where’s Zenji? Yuri…”

He turned to me, wearing an odd look I couldn’t quite discern. “Haku’s here, he’s been waiting for you to wake up. I’ll let you talk to him.” Yuri left just as quickly as he’d arrived. Moments later, a familiar figure stepped into the doorway, stringy green hair hanging over sad eyes and a bittersweet smile.

“Hey,” Haku stepped closer, clearing his throat softly and settling into the chair at my bedside. “You’re up; how do you feel?”

“I, I don’t know, sore? Haku, is Zenji okay?” At my sides, my hands were trembling. I looked down and noticed there were little crescent-shaped bruises on one of them from Zenji’s nails, from the way he’d held on to it so tightly as we’d ran.

Haku’s smile faltered and he looked down. “Leia, he’s… he’s gone. I’m sorry.”

“No. No,” I shook my head. “What do you mean, ‘gone?’ He had to be taken off campus for treatment?”

“Leia…” The boy reached into his pocket, holding something out to me. I held a shaking hand out.

It was Zenji’s necklace and glasses lanyard. I felt like I might be sick.

“His glasses themselves were broken, but,” Haku trailed off, shrugging and rubbing his neck.

I wanted to laugh, to tell him to fuck off with his stupid jokes and tell me when I could see Zenji, but the look in Haku’s eyes told me he was fully serious. “Oh, God,” the pain in my chest was so much worse than any of the other pain in my aching body. “Please,” I whined, my throat tightening. Hot tears ran down my cheeks without me even registering that I was crying.

Haku glanced at the spot between us, his golden gaze flickering, conflicted. He stood and strode over to the door, quietly shutting it. “Leia, the university can’t know this or they’ll make me put him to rest, but…” he carefully sat on the edge of my bed and took my hand that still held Zenji’s belongings. “Close your eyes, hold onto those tightly, and think of Zenji.”

I did as he said without having a clue what was happening and he began playing his flute. My hand was shaking, closed around the trinkets that Zenji virtually always wore, tears spilling silently from my eyes as I kept them squeezed shut. Suddenly, the very familiar sound of a certain stringed instrument joined Haku’s flute: Zenji’s biwa. Instinctually, I almost opened my eyes, but Haku rested a steadying hand on my arm.

The music stopped.

“Oh, my dear, I hate seeing you like this. I hope Haku is right about this working.”

“Zenji?” I cried, my eyes flying open as I lurched forward in the bed, ignoring the sharp pain in my side. Zenji sat at the foot of my bed, his clear porcelain skin puffy and red as if he’d been crying too. As he realized I could see and hear him, a wide grin split his face and his chest shook with something between a laugh and a sob as tears of joy gathered in his eyes. He leapt forward with his arms open.

My smile fell a bit as I felt a cool breeze rather than Zenji’s warm embrace. He’d passed through me rather than hugging me. “Oh,” he sat back, his crimson eyes saddening. He carefully reached out and my cheek felt cold where his hand was, his thumb brushing under my eye. “I’m so sorry this happened, my dearest.”

I resisted the urge to lean into his touch, knowing I’d just pass through his hand if I did. I closed my eyes and let out a deep, shaky sigh. “It’s okay, baby. It’s just something new to figure out. I’m just happy I still have you, even if it’s in a different capacity.” That was partially a lie. I doubted he’d pick up on it, but Haku surely would have. How could I be happy with this? Zenji was only 19, and was a font of creativity and life and love; he didn’t deserve this, didn’t deserve to die so young.

“I will say,” Haku interrupted after a moment. “With some time and practice, you should be able to feel his touch, properly. Zenji, you’ve already figured out you can interact with inanimate objects when you want to and when you concentrate on trying to, and human contact will essentially work the same way. Have you heard of spirits physically attacking people? It’s the same premise, although vengeful spirits are usually tied to the physical realm more than you are, Zenji.”

By that point, I was only half-listening to Haku. My mind was racing, trying to figure out some way to fix this. I spent a decent amount of time with the Mortkranken ghouls, I’d always had a penchant for science and the morally grey ethics to match theirs, I just had a stronger tendency towards artistry that had landed me in Hotarubi. Between me and Yuri, we could surely deliberate a solution for Zenji, even if it was questionable at best.

“What if we found a way to make him, I don’t know, ‘real’ again?” I turned to Haku, trying to place my hand over Zenji’s on my lap and sighing as I once again passed through him. I flipped my hand over so he could set his on it.

“What did you have in mind, my dear?” Zenji’s voice held a note of skepticism, but his eyes shone curiously.

“I’m not sure yet, but it would have to involve Yuri. Haku, I know you didn’t want to tell anyone, but Yuri would much rather take the chance to play around and make up new experiments than he would turn over a potential test subject to the Chancellor.”

Haku’s brows were furrowed as he studied me. “I’m not sure what you want to try and do, but reanimation and possession are both testy subjects. You’re not wrong about Yuri, though, I’ll give you that.”

My eyes moved back to lock onto Zenji’s. “No matter what, I’m still yours,” I smiled at him, though I could tell it came out a little more lopsided and sad than I’d intended. “Could we go back to the dorms now?”

“Nah, you’re still stuck here for a couple days,” Haku chuckled. “You’ve got two broken ribs and a concussion.”

“Oh.”

“Yep.”

“I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you,” Zenji’s hand brushed coolly along my face again, his tone somber. “But!” It rapidly upticked into his usual dramatic bravado and I couldn’t help but grin. “I will be right by your side; I can read to you, or regale you, or play my biwa for you, or simply talk. I will watch over you all night, my dear.”

My heart swelled with emotion. Even in death, my sweet, perfect boyfriend was concerned for my well-being. There certainly weren't many people who could say the same, either. For better or for worse, this was the situation we were handed, and I’d be damned if we weren’t going to figure it out one way or another.

#tokyo debunker #tdb #tdbk #zenji kotodama #kotodama zenji #haku kusanagi #tokyo debunker x reader #zenji x reader #hotarubi

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reverieparacosm · 2 years ago

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Yandere Gamer Boyfriend Headcanons

GN!Reader x Male Yandere!OC

Warnings: Yandere, possessive behaviors, manipulation, mentioned cyberbullying, stalking, A LOT OF FLUFF

Note: It's essential to remember that the concept of a "Yandere" character is based on unhealthy and toxic behavior. These headcanons are meant to explore a fictional scenario and should not be considered as a healthy or ideal relationship dynamic in any way. Ngl, I felt a bit lonely playing video games and then this OC came up xD

Your Yandere Gamer Boyfriend is extremely possessive and protective of you

He becomes intensely jealous and paranoid whenever you spend time with other people, especially if they're male

Gaming is a major part of his life, and he expects you to share that passion

When he perceives a threat to your relationship, he's willing to go to extreme lengths to eliminate it. This can range from cyberbullying and hacking your rivals' accounts to more dangerous actions like stalking or even physical harm

"I'll always be here to protect you, my darling. No one else can have you but me."

Your boyfriend is more comfortable expressing his love and affection online rather than in person. He might shower you with extravagant gifts in games or write lengthy love letters through text messages and social media

Your boyfriend is not exactly a romantic kind of guy

However, he knows exactly what you like and love

One day, you come home, and the entire room is covered in red hearts. There's also a giant bouquet of roses waiting for you. Your boyfriend had prepared a romantic dinner for two, complete with your favorite dessert. His goal was to show you how important you are to him, and he did just that

He closely monitors your every move, both online and offline. He keeps track of your social media activities, checks your messages, and might even install tracking apps on your phone. He wants to know everything you do and everyone you interact with, just to ensure that you're not betraying him

He loves to keep you under his desk and pets you while his game loads

He often plays video games, but he'll stop and set aside his controller whenever you want to spend time with him

He's the kind of boyfriend who constantly talks to himself out loud as he plays games. You find it endearing, and it makes you feel closer to him

Your Yandere Gamer Boyfriend is incredibly passionate about gaming setups and technology. He spends hours researching and planning the perfect gaming setup for himself and you

Whenever your boyfriend loses a game, he gets so frustrated that he can't focus on anything else. That's when you come in. You sit beside him, gently placing a hand on his shoulder and giving him a comforting smile. His anger slowly melts away, replaced with a sense of peace and calm. And, of course, you're ready to play the next round with him

"No matter how many games I lose, I'll always have you. And that's a victory in my book."

Whenever you have a bad day, he'll drop everything he's doing to come over and comfort you. He'll listen to you vent, make you some hot chocolate

He'll often tell you about game lore and theories that he's read online or heard from his gaming buddies. You don't mind because you love the sound of his voice and the way he gets excited when he explains things

Even though he can be a bit needy and demanding at times, he's always supportive of your hobbies and interests. He'll even try out new things just so you can spend time together

"Sometimes I can get a bit carried away with my video games, but you always remind me of what's really important in life. Thank you for being there for me."

Your boyfriend loves to tease you, often in the form of playful insults. But you know that it's just his way of showing his affection. One day, he takes it too far, making you feel insecure about yourself. You tell him how much his words hurt you, and he immediately realizes his mistake. He takes you in his arms, kisses your forehead, and says, "I never meant to hurt you. You deserve the best in life, and I'll make sure you always feel that way."

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duffmckagans · 6 months ago

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hi kelsey! i really wanted to drop in on you since i really like your blog and you seem like such a genuinely cool person and i didn’t wanna be complete strangers! i share the thought that what we all need in life is gnr fanfic x and i wasn’t around for the first time, but that and how eloquent and passionate you are get me very excited. i don’t think i’ve ever been much into original characters in stories like that, however: the way you talk about yours, i actually can’t wait to meet them. i hope everything goes smoothly for you, i wish you lots of luck and inspiration ♥️

omg, hi ronnie! (such a cool name btw) thanks for stopping by! i'm sort of desperately in the process of finding all of my old friends on here right now, so i'm very excited by the prospect of making new ones 🫶🏻

also, i so agree with you. i wrote it for like three and a half years before dipping at the end of 2023, and it's just a lot of fun. that's primarily the reason i've come back, it's that i just need something fun in my life again. i feel like i've seen a little bit of a resurgence of it in the tags, as well? not necessarily stuff i habitually read, but just a plethora of it that's getting a swath of notes and interaction, which is very exciting! when i was wrapping my stuff up here, i sort of felt like the fics for this band were drying up, so it's promising to see new/old people writing for them. i'm biased, but i just think they're one of the most interesting bands to write for because of the variety of personalities to bounce off of.

and welcome to my particular side of the mess!! this blog was a dumpster fire when i left it and probably will reach that very soon, but we had a lot of fun. granted, engagement will probably be much smaller for a while until i can sort of build up a readership again, but the fic was a sort of community event for all those who participated/read, and i always found it so lovely! i don't know if anything else kept me writing for so long, so i'm happy to have stumbled on a bit better of a sense of intrinsic motivation this time around.

but also i will say i completely understand that about original character stories. i say that because i'm the same way, and i was the same way when i started it. my best friend suggested the idea, and i made a face because ocs just weren't my thing, but . . . now here we are, and i love it because it specifically suits my purposes. i don't make a habit of reading other oc stories? (or fanfic in general bc the stuff i'm interested in doesn't have a lot of it) except if you're a close friend of mine, in which case i will always read/support the fanfic. oc or y/n or what-have-you. i think oc fics tend to get a bad rep because it's usually just a y/n repackaged, or it's like some idealized mary sue who's either wide-eyed and suspiciously innocent (infantilized) or like thick-skinned and aggravatingly invulnerable (stock character bad girl), and i—a lover of rich, diverse, flawed female characters—really try and go the extra mile to make sure my girls get the same sort of treatment and love as my guy characters do. except they usually get better treatment because they deserve it.

anyway! so if you do stick around and read, i hope you enjoy it!! of course, i'm always reachable via inbox or messaging, so definitely don't stay a stranger ♡ and thank you for reaching out. i forgot to say this earlier, but i also really love your blog. it's so vibey!

#this is my message to all new readers to pls give the fic like 7 or 8 chapters to break out of the cliche rockstar fanfic mold #i purposely start in familiar territory before going off the rails and by the end of the book/later books we're in a full-scale universe of #own making #but i'm literally rocking back and forth in excitement anyway #girlwhofadedaway #💌

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lionofstone · 4 months ago

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𝐃𝐀𝐒𝐇 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 ! ── In honor of International Women's Day, list eight of your favorite fictional women from eight different fandoms, in no particular order. (original characters can count too!)

First up, some women from books that I've loved over the past few years:

Jude Duarte - The Folk of the Air Jude is cunning and conniving and so fun to read about. Her ruthlessness is vital to her character, and yet so is her compassion. I loved reading her exploits and have revisited them many times

Blue Sargent - The Raven Cycle She's been on my mind lately as I've reread the series. Literally the most teenage girl of all time. She copes far better than I would with a life-long curse and the way she interacts with the world is fascinating

Emily Wilde - Emily Wilde's Encyclopeadia of Faeries Emily is clever and kind and stressed at all times, which is really the ideal academic to me. I love the way she sees the world and her thirst for knowledge and her passion for her work

Bree Matthews - The Legendborn Cycle Reading about Bree and her grief and her heart and her power will always resonate with me. She's in so far over her head and is so determined to handle things, and I cannot wait until I get to read the next book

Anne Shirley - Anne of Green Gables I have known of Anne since my childhood and probably watched her movies, but reading the first few books throughout last year solidified her as an icon for me. She's feisty, driven, and imaginative.

Kay Amal Khan - The Doors of Eden She's trans. She's a physicist. She's trying to say the multiverse with a couple of neanderthals and a talking rat. What's not to love? I adore her kindness to the other characters and her belief in positive change

Matsuda Misaki - The Sword of Kaigen Reading about Misaki and her relationships to her family and her relationship to her own power and skill devastated me and still ruins me a little every time I think about her. Her care for her kids also!

Katniss Everdeen - The Hunger Games To this day she remains one of my favourite characters of all time. I just can't help but like her. Her worldview is understandably limited but her genuine love for people and progress stand strong.

Some OCs that I'm grateful for:

Riona Gallagher-Milton by @asoulofstars is a character who has been in my life coming up on ten years and everyday she grows a little more and I feel so privileged to witness that and sometimes have a little hand in it. Her resilience and internal strength and optimism, despite everything that happens to her, are all so, so important to me, and I'll never stop being grateful that Jordan let me borrow her for Bodyshare.

Cara Piranesi by @saturnisfallingdown is, perhaps, not a character I know tonnes about but everything that I do know means that she's right up my alley and I cannot wait to see what becomes of her and her angel companion and the story of Blue Canary! genuinely think about this so often

Anna Basri by @niceofthenine is at least sometimes considers her a woman (iirc--and if not i apologise!). i have loved getting to know Anna over the last few years and she has rapidly become a character who i think about frequently. she's so much fun and so devastating and i love her

And, simply because there was a time when i very much struggled to write female pov characters, a little shout out to myself for my female pov characters:

Author Wilshire & Edna Koch from the Spider Prince Trilogy were such fun characters to construct and write. Both of them really just appeared in my head and set up shop and learning about them through the writing process was so much fun. Really helped me to fall in love with writing again. Their friendship with each other is also incredibly important to me!

Mélanie Sophia 'Ace' Jackson from (the currently defunct and unavailable) Secret Identities was the first female pov character that i felt confident writing, and i owe this little oc so much for that. she's a lot of teenage angst wrapped up in a character who used to be a lot more like me than she is now, but she remains special for the sheer fact that i loved her so much and she grew so much. she's still telling me new things about herself that flesh her out and make her feel ever more real to me

Ruby Alecart & Ela Molu from a current wip, project cd, are characters who i am still discovering, but they are already so much fun. they're creative and expressive in their own ways, messy and grimey and bitchy, but full of genuine sincerity too. Both Ruby and Molu have lost a lot, and i'm excited to see how they play off of each other

Was this mostly an excuse to share books I love and people I love and things about writing that I love? perhaps. happy international women's day!

Stolen From: @loyalhorror <3

Tagging: if you see it, do it! it's good fun

#dash games #tag games #books #i don't think all of those books have their own tags on my blog so i am not going to tag them all #friends original characters #original characters #blue canary #bodyshare #tsp trilogy #ref masks #project cd #<- my tag system is. a lot perhaps.#anyway!! some fictional women that i really truly genuinely love

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prismatoxic · 1 year ago

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So like,why do you ship Laios and Chillchuck? This isn't anon hate it's just a ship i never really thought about and now I'm curios and I like hearing people rant about their blorbos

for many reasons! but let's start at the beginning, shall we?

i didn't know dungeon meshi existed until early february. i'd seen some media for it in the past, but didn't know any of it was related nor was i interested enough to dig further.

the very first fanart i ever saw for dungeon meshi was this one (it was on a different site though):

i didn't know who the characters were, but the dynamic spoke to me. it reminded me of two of my partner's OCs that we've been shipping together for nearly ten years: a big buff blonde guy who loves animals and seems stupid but is just socially stunted, and a short aggressive rogue with reddish hair and brown eyes who doesn't take other people's shit and is damn good at what he does. yes, it's that specific. these are them:

even without that foundation to work on, though, chilaios interested me. i love size differences and i love ships between nice guys and angry guys. that said, i mostly put it out of mind after nick's first fanart, but it posted some more not too long later which got me thinking about it again...

and by then more people were talking about dunmeshi because the anime was getting underway. i spotted chilchuck and laios in posts about the series and realized that was where they were from, and that there was an anime, as well as a manga. that was all i knew, but their dynamic was intriguing me more and more, so i told my partner about it and said chilchuck and laios reminded me of harry and jeffrey and showed him some of the fanart. neither of us tend to start new media very often (i'm significantly worse about it, it takes a lot to get me to try), but eventually i looked into the series and found that the anime was brand new (5 episodes at the time) and the manga was completed. both of those facts were ideal for trying to get into it.

we didn't start watching until the week episode 9 came out, not for lack of interest but because there just wasn't really any incentive to get a move on. by then we'd both recognized that we'd be insane about chilchuck in particular, because we love his character type and he's very, very cute. and we were right! you could practically hear the canned audience applause when he showed up onscreen the first time.

we didn't watch all 8 episodes in one sitting, but we did watch several of them, and i think it was clear to us both that chilchuck and laios absolutely had a fun dynamic. eventually we'd go on to read the entire manga, and we're fully caught up on the anime, watching the new episodes every thursday.

the basic thing i like about their sort of setup is the way laios respects chilchuck and never doubts their relationship, while chilchuck is frequently aggressive and critical but staunchly sticks around and keeps helping anyway. it says a lot about them as friends: laios isn't worried that chilchuck actually hates him, and chilchuck's actions speak louder than his words, always staying and doing the best he can even if he complains. he wants what's best for laios, even if he never says it, and laios trusts him completely.

i love that chilchuck cares even if he pretends he doesn't, and i love that laios has utmost faith in him. i love the little intricacies of their individual backstories and the ways they compare and contrast. i love the way their personalities collide, independent of their existing relationship (as in, i'd ship them even if they interacted less). i love their size difference. i love them individually, as really well-written and fascinating characters, and i love thinking of new ways to pair them together and seeing what everyone else does with them. i love chilaios!!!! it makes me very happy and they are a perfect ship for me.

look at that. goddamn. the way the shot lingers. the way laios grips his hand. 10/10 effervescent would ship again

#tox answers #this post got a little long lmao

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suddencolds · 3 months ago

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💌 for the ask game if you want to!!

from 💌 ask meme

hi n!! :D 👋🏼 i am actually really glad you sent this bc i feel like i have a lot to say

it's been super fun being on the mod team with you (in the gen//s//hin server back in 2022, and now in the oc server) 🫡—in part because it feels like our friendship (and our modship??) have spanned vastly different eras of my life. i'm glad to have had stayed in contact with you (and glad too that we have grown closer over that time)

i feel like you are really friendly in a way i really admire?? i don't think i fully realized this until i saw you engage with others (and with me!) in the oc server. i think you strike me as a really open person, and i think this comes through not just through the way you engage so easily w others' ocs, but also through the way you interact w people in adjacent kink communities (i sometimes feel like you are like, the ideal spokesperson for this fetish, bc you are able to speak so naturally and conversationally—seemingly without any of the shame or embarrassment that often comes with having such a niche kink—and i think others reflect that openness back to you too.) i marvel at how easy you are to talk to

on a more personal level... it is so fun to talk ideas to you (both with iva//nti//ll and with yvverse)?? 😭 i cannot overstate how grateful i am that you are so willing to throw ideas at me. i feel like there have been so many times where i have (somewhat self-consciously) posted a small idea/snippet/question/comment to my oc channel, only to be met with like. the kindest and most enthusiastic response ever?? or the most fire ideas known to mankind?? (this one appreciation post is not enough... sometimes i read over your comments or headcanons and i genuinely want to cry 🧎‍♀️ )

i was so nervous posting my y+kink!v au fic, and hearing you talk about your fav parts of it really settled something in me (/ dispelled some mental notion that what i was writing was too niche or unenjoyable) :') thank you for hyping me up and for cooking up the spiciest headcanons!!! i think i find you so easy to talk to because you are so good at conjuring up genuine warmth and enthusiasm... i personally admire that, and i appreciate it more than i can convey 💛

#ask #answered 💌

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calciferous-kelpie · 2 years ago

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Hey btw if your ever in need of ranting about a blorbo/oc, this is an ask that tells your to do so. What is the most interesting thing about them? Do they have any symbolism to them and if so what is it about? Favorite ideal situation to put them in? Any romance ideas?

Anon, I want to start off by apologizing for taking EXACTLY A YEAR to reply to this! Happy One Year Anniversary! 💀😭 Obviously, I’ve been thinking about this a lot, trying to decide who I wanted to talk about and trying to put my thoughts into words. And, of course, it took even longer because I wanted to include drawings of the characters… 🤦‍♂️Anyway…

I’ve decided to talk about multiple characters of mine, since they are important for my upcoming comics: Boxman’s mother, father, and sister! I have some New™, Fresh™ information to share about all of them today! Hope you enjoy my ramblings!

MEREDITH (Boxman's Mother)

Most interesting thing: Hmm, well… the things I find most interesting about Meredith are kind of spoilers for my comics, but an interesting thing about her is her special ability! (“Every proper siren has one, darling.” 💅) It’s called Eye of the Storm, and it allows her to summon and control a raging thunderstorm at will. Obviously, this sort of thing takes a lot of energy to maintain, so this ability actually comes with a secondary feature: Meredith can occasionally choose a victim to steal the energy from, and all she has to do to steal said energy is to make direct eye contact with them. The lady’s got a mean glare as it is, but with this power on top of that? Wowza. Watch out.

Symbolism: Given my answer to the previous question, you won’t be surprised to know that I associate Meredith with storms! She is a passionate character with a wild side, and when she truly gets going, she will step aside for no one.

Favorite situation to put them in: Meredith is a complex character with a lot going on, and I don’t want to reduce her to just an antagonist… but MAN, does she make a good antagonist! 😆 I love to put her into situations in which she terrifies/intimidates other characters, and trust me, she will have a lot of chances to do that in the comics!

Romance ideas: Meredith isn’t much for romance. At least not anymore. Heron was her first love, and after her relationship with him went south, her trust in men was destroyed. (To be fair, it was shaky to begin with.) She has, however, made an attempt at another relationship or two for monetary reasons. If that even counts lol

HERON (Boxman's Father)

Most interesting thing: Heron has had a wide variety of experiences across his lifetime, and during that time, he has developed many, many skills. These skills include (but are not limited to): farming, fishing, sailing, cooking, baking, sewing, crochet, whittling, building, juggling, and playing the banjo! Just… don’t ask him to sing, okay?

Symbolism: Heron’s symbolism is… probably pretty obvious, huh? I mean… he’s got an anchor… tattooed… on his back… *ahem* Anyway. The anchor is connected to a lot of Heron’s positive attributes—loyalty and sturdiness being the main ones. But it is also connected to some of his character flaws and the way he views himself. In a way, Heron himself is an anchor, for all the good and bad that entails. ⚓

Favorite situation to put them in: Despite the immense amount of comic outlining and scriptwriting I’ve been doing for Siren Theory, I can say pretty confidently that any scene in which Heron interacts with Professor Venomous is one of my favorites. It’s partly due to the “meet the parents” trope, but the other part of it is that Heron is just an unusual guy who does unusual things, and having a stranger witness that firsthand is hilarious.

Romance ideas: While Heron has had his share of crushes in his youth, he has never been in a serious relationship with anyone but Meredith… and he would like to keep it that way. He still feels like he’s putting the pieces of himself back together after their messy separation.

REBECCA/SIRENA (Boxman's Sister)

Most interesting thing: I think the thing that I enjoy most about Rebecca is the duality in her personality. She is very charismatic and graceful onstage as Sirena, but offstage, when she’s just Rebecca, she can be pretty socially awkward and kind of a klutz.

Symbolism: Some of you may have made the connection already, but Sirena’s real name, Rebecca, is a nod to Rebecca Sugar, the creator of Steven Universe and the spouse of Ian Jones-Quartey (creator of OK KO). This name was actually a suggestion by my sister (Thanks, girlie!) because she knew Sugar sang the end credit song of OK KO, and that little song was one of my inspirations for creating Sirena in the first place. Since then, the name has really proven itself to be a perfect fit for my little superstar siren! The meaning of the name Rebecca is “to tie/bind,” and Rebecca really is the character that ties her family—and the narrative of a lot of the comics—together!

Favorite situation to put them in: My favorite moments for Rebecca are the ones in which she is emotionally vulnerable. It isn’t always easy for her, but there are some things that will happen in the comics that will force her to wear her heart on her sleeve. I’m excited for that!

Romance ideas: Honestly, I’ve come up with so many ideas for OK KO that I won’t have space for all of them in the narrative, even though I’m planning to create, like, 19 comics! 😂 One of those things that won’t get a lot of time in the spotlight is Rebecca’s developing romance with a certain someone. That being said, it wouldn’t be a big spoiler for me to say… Plazecca! 🎵

Thank you so much for asking, Anon! Truly, you have enriched my enclosure. 💖

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butterscotch-goat · 5 months ago

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if your story was made into a muppet remake which muppets would play your ocs and who would be the token human actor

I thought. way too hard about this. TL:DR Aster would be the token human, Beatrice would be played by Fozzie, Charles by Bunsen, Grace by Kermit, Eli by Rowlf, and Martha by Gonzo. way-too-thorough explanations below cut i am so so sorry ace

Hhokay, This is a tricky (but fun!) question for me for a couple of reasons.

1. Imagining potential muppet gore and muppet emotional manipulation and muppet public execution was. An experience.

2. Balancing finding a muppet with a similar personality or overall vibe as each character and and/or one with a similar narrative role or occupation?? Depending on which makes my job easier??

3. Humanity is such an integral thematic topic in Escapism that picking who to be the only human was going to be. Tricky,

In an IDEAL world, both Aster and Grace would be played by Real People, as they're the characters that have their humanity ripped from them the most and in the most intense ways, but that kind of felt like cheating since the main cast is so small.

Aster would make sense to be the Token Person since she's the main character and is on screen the most, she's arguably put through worse conditions than Grace for longer periods of time (other than. Literally dying.) and also I don't know how muppet surgery would work, and finding a muppet to play Aster feels like a DAUNTING task.

But it would make sense for GRACE to be the Token Person bc she's sanctified til the very end of her life and doesn't fully get her humanity back as a character until Martha gets Character Developed AFTER Grace's death. And Grace is a little bit of a worst-case-scenario to Aster and meant to be a fresh look on another magician's experience so having a brand new Real Person against a bunch of Muppets would work with that.

Ultimately I'll have Aster be the Token Person since we spend the most time with her. But if you'll let me cheat a little bit it's both Aster and Grace. Don't ask me about actors because I don't know actors,, finding references of people with similar enough faces to those two for my semi-semi-realism pieces was challenging enough.

Okay now the hard part. This took so long because I had to set aside an afternoon to watch at least ONE muppet movie and I kept either having school stuff or wanted to draw,, I ended up just watching The Muppet Movie and writing down lines or interactions I thought could apply to a character.

I would have Beatrice played by Fozzie Bear because of his sidekick-ish role, how he does his best to refuse to admit when he's in a bad situation and gets himself to persevere through everything with a smile, how he always seemed so ready to protect his friends (Kermit, at least) and how he's borderline desperate to make people laugh. Also the way he always says "Yes sir" to Kermit? I don't post my writing much but Beatrice calls people "Mister" and "Miss" a lot even when it's unnecessary to, kind of like in a Samwise Gamgee way?? Mister Frodo?? You know??

Charles was hard to decide because he has so many facets to him that are all SO wildly different. I went for I guess what'd be the obvious option of Bunsen Honeydew; Bunsen specifically reminded me a lot of Charles at the beginning of Escapism, welcoming and friendly, almost monotone, even while talking about the silliest most deranged science-related things.

Grace was somewhat easier than I anticipated though I don't think Kermit is a super obvious choice, but his mildly sad and pathetic manner mixed with his sense of authority and self-assured air is similar enough to Grace on her better days. Also Kermit was only really convinced to go to Hollywood when he realized he could make people happy, which is very Grace-core.

Eli was difficult because he is the most normal member of the cast. They have the least amount of screws loose by far. I think Rowlf the Dog suits him enough because of his solitary nature but care for people around him.

Martha was also surprisingly easy. Gonzo matches her general "weirdness", her social awkwardness, and her sincere love for the world around her. And also the non-binary vibes. Every day Martha gets more and more non binary...

I hope. I didn't commit any muppet crimes or anything. I grew up on the movies but don't watch them all that much anymore, but honestly I had such a fun time watching The Muppet Movie (Kermit riding a bike will never not be the coolest goddamn thing) so maybe I'll get around to watching more muppet movies. If anyone has any suggestions for muppets for any characters I didn't mention, or better choices for characters that I did, I'd love to hear them !!!!!!!!

THANK YOU FOR ASKING, ACE!!!!!

#mailbox #butterstalk escapism

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