#nothing can get better cus I can't do anything to change it

[sensitivegoblin]

I felt so cute earlier today in my bra and sweatpants but now looking back at the video I took I just meh :(

I hate that I feel wildly different than I look and that's not just about gender, in my head when I'm happy I feel like one way but then my brain chimes in and reminds me that I don't look how I feel

Then that happy feeling goes away

I'm just really struggling tonight with so much

[marchiekana]

I think your requests are open ? I rarely ever ask anything so I have no idea on how it works. My request though is about an s/o with an above average body heat, a literal heater with Tingyun Kafka and if possible Serval. Have a nice day pal.

Ahhhh that would be soo cute!! But here you go, I hope you like it!

Your warmth.

Kafka x reader

Tingyun x reader

Serval x reader

Stelle x reader

Added Stelle cuz she my skrunkly- wunkly-dumpster diving, trash eating, little gremlin racoon♡

✨ fluff, slightly suggestive, established relationships, kisses mwah mwah

Requests are open

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Kafka

Kafka is in LOVE. Why wouldn't she be? You're basically her very own little personal heater❤️.

After a mission or a rough day she'd be right by your side, hugging you like her life depends on it. And who are you to refuse?(you better not.)

Kafka is definitely a clingy women. So every chance she gets she's either holding your hands or clinging on to you. She lets herself relax as she basks in your warmth. A light and happy feeling coursing through her as she does so.

And this women is SHAMELESS. She'll be touching you all the time. Be it your hands or your thighs or anywhere in that matter. She just needs to have her hands on you. Your so warm and nice and warm and fuzzy and warm. She just loves you too much😔

So much for a so called criminal huh🙁

Tingyun

The weather on the Xianzhou was always perfect. But that didn't stop her. Oh not at all.

She'd probably like lying her head on your tummy or your chest as she goes on spilling all the tea about her colleagues or her friends.(I'm in delulu era)

She usually loves sleeping on your chest cus she can hear your heartbeat and that's so sweet.

Tingyun too, is a clingy women me thinks. She hugs you whenever she wants, wherever she wants. (You better hug her back)She doesn't care about the looks the people give you both. You just feel so warm that she can't resist.

Oh and how she'd miss your warmth when she's out on business trips, she'd definitely call you daily to tell you how much she misses you and also to complain about her customers.

Serval

Winters in Belobog were cold even though there were several heaters placed everywhere. But Serval's got nothing to worry cause you're there! Good for her.

She'd wake up to your adorable face with a smile every morning. And as you stir awake she'd hug you and wish you good morning with the biggest smile on her face.

She holds your hand at every opportunity she gets and making her let go is a whole task for real. Even when she's kissing you for what seems like hours, she never stops cupping your cheeks. She enjoys how flustered you become and how your face is warmer than usual now. Thanks to her little smooches.

And on cold nights she's basically using you as a blanket. (Mode change, human blanket form!!.) You don't mind tho.( You better not)

(i can't decide if she's a girlboss or a girl failure.)

Stelle

I like to believe that Stelle has either a really cold body or a hot one(heh, get it? Cus-)due to the stelleron inside her. So let's just think she has a colder body rn

You are now Stelle's energy source. No questions asked and no negotiations. (Why would you even?)

After every mission, she's dragging you back to your room or hers to cuddle with you the whole day, your warmth giving her comfort and in her words, healing her.

On cold nights on the express, when she's feeling down she's relieved that you're always there by her side. Your warmth comforting her, literally.

You'd have to scold her and push her away sometimes when she tries to hug you after doing her daily routine of trashcan hunting tho. (i wouldn't really care if it's her tho. I'm down BAD) please don't hurt her feelings ,😔 she just bit silly.

Also. This girls gonna be latching on to you like a parasite all the time. There is not a moment she leaves you alone. But you're fine with that.(you better be.)

She'd also have her hands all over you all the time. There is never a time when she's not fumbling with your hair or your hands, sometimes trying to put her hands on yout chest(she would give a lame excuse like "oh i just wanted feel your heartbeat " Like.... girl?)she completely ignored your protests and acts innocent. She just likes how warm you are. It's like you we're meant for her ♡

(like mother like daughter)

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I'm in my delulu era again.

Women.

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[junebugtwin]

okay actually i need to ramble about taylor and her dad for like a bit cus its sooo much.

like okay listen listen listen: Danny wakes up early and he cooks breakfast maybe and then he goes to work and he does his job- and he's great at his job, in any world but this one, in any other brockton bay, he'd be able to afford to take taylor out of winslow or fix their broken step- maybe get her her like a dog or something (which btw would fix her) and y'know pay the bills and shit. but he can't in this universe because in this universe kaiju attack every 2 seconds and one specifically doesn't like people existing on coasts and like he's a dockworker or whatever so! so. so he works all day tirelessly just to not get his crew jobs or better pay because no one is going to sponsor the people working on a non-existent dock like its literally a graveyard! who would pay for this when there's an actual dragon man running around the city burning buildings down and an entire neo-nazi contingent of super-cunts nobody is going to do that. But this is his life. And he's stubborn and things had been better before so maybe they can be good again and he hates change and he doesn't want to have it all been for nothing and this is what he does. So he gives it his all. He stays late and he really only hangs out with his coworkers and he does have to pay the bills so its not like anyone could blame him. So he slams his head into the brick wall hoping it will break before his skull will and he misses so fucking much of what is going on in his daughters life! but it goes by so quickly, too quickly and by the time he's begun to figure out just how deeply and irrecoverably she's changed its way too late to just swing back in like nothing happened. He can't actually! They've both closed themselves off totally, her even farther than he has. but they're both stubborn, so stubborn and they think that if they can just hold on a little longer then things will be okay because things have to be okay because this can't be the rest of their lives! And Taylor really is her fathers daughter because she sees the way he bloodies his head on that wall and says fuck it all do you one better: this brick wall is going to break or i am! and if i do then i won't be around to care about it! And she's skipping class and spending nights somewhere else, sneaking out and of course he knows about it- of course he knows! What is he going to do though? confront her? and then what? what justification could he possibly have for that? to demand answers from her when she should be the one demanding them from him? he let her go back to the same school that nearly killed her! he let her drown without him when his wife died- didn't notice when emma broke her heart, didn't notice when she stopped loving english class or trusting adults or speaking without thinking 'stupid!' at herself reflexively. or worse- he did notice and chose not to do anything out of cowardice and habit and procrastinating guilt- like his daughters mental health was homework he hasn't handed in. But they both feel better, when they don't have to talk about it- and there's nothing morally wrong with skipping school or dropping out entirely but taylor used to like school but having an actual conversation with her about what exactly is happening in her life is something he takes half a zillion words to work up to and by the time he actually does he has to lock them in a goddamn room together- not because it's a good idea- if he knew more about taylor he'd know its a surefire way to freak her out- but because that's what he needs to talk to her.

and it just...deflates. she leaves and drops out of school and doesn't really talk to him again until brockton bay is like halfway underwater. there's no catharsis with him finding out she's Skitter, its not satisfying, not even in an angsty way- 'luke i am your father' -at least that's properly dramatic! It's just sort of an. oh. okay. fuck.

i dunno. this wasn't going anywhere. i just...man. they'd both kill for each other, i am confident in that much, but both seem to struggle pretty hard with the 'living for each other' part.

[namleeea]

"always by your side"

Pairing: Mason Mount x Fem!reader

Sumary: Your boyfriend Mason picks you up after your hard workday and comforts you!

Word count: 785

Author's note: I haven't written anything in such a long time...it upset me, but I can't help it...sometimes I'm a lazy snail, sorry. So! here we have...another fluff. What did you expect from me? And I'm a huge hurt/comfort fan yes...hope you enjoy this!

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The thin sole of the sneaker allows you to feel every stone under your feet when you go out into the street. Your work day just ended, so you decided to sit outside to clear your head, which looked like it was about to explode. It's been one of the toughest days in the last few weeks and you're mentally and physically exhausted. Legs ache from constant movement, eyes red and tired. You sigh heavily, sit down on a bench near the building of your place of work and take out your phone, almost automatically clicking on a familiar number. You were dying to talk to him.

“Hi babe. How are you?” Your favorite voice is heard on the phone. Mason was smiling. Obviously, he was in a good mood. At some point, you even managed to regret that you called, because you didn't want to spoil his mood.

“Hey” Your hoarse exhausted voice alerted your boyfriend. “Something happened?”

“I'm just...a little tired. It was a hard day, so much work” You tried to grin so your voice wouldn't sound so upset, but it didn't work out well.

“Y/n baby, do you want me to pick you up from work today?” A lump stood in your throat, you almost cried from impotence. You buried your head in your knees and smiled brokenly before answering Mason.

“I’m sorry. I would really like to say no so as not to burden you, but I'm really so tired and I wanna see you so much Mase”

“It's alright, love, you have nothing to apologize for. Have you finished yet?”

“Yes, I'm going to change now”

“Ok, I just finished too, so I'm getting in the car and I'll be there soon”

“Mase”

“Yea babe?”

“I love you” You whispered as if it were the most intimate thing in the world. His immediate response made you smile despite your exhaustion and drooping mood. “And I love you too, Y/n. I’ll be there soon!”

Mason drives up in 20 minutes, and when you get out and see his car in the parking lot, your whole body relaxes, as if throwing huge stones from your shoulders. He gets out to meet you and you fall into his arms, inhaling his scent.

"Hey, love" He kisses your temple and giggles when you poke your face into his chest. "I missed you so much Mase" You whispered.

"That's why I'm here, love. And I missed you too. So much" He fixing your hair, while talking. You never cease to wonder how he manages to put so much tenderness into every gesture towards you. And you loved it in him so much. "Are you feeling better?"

"Not really. Today was total chaos. Everyone ran back and forth, shouting at each other. I know it's stressful for everyone, because we're running out of time, but I'm just tired" You felt your eyes fill with tears again, and your voice trembled. "I don’t know, my head is such a mess right now, my thoughts are confused, I don’t even understand what I’m saying now" You tried to cover your face with your hands, but Mason intercepted them to look into your eyes.

"Hey, baby, listen to me" He gently took your face in his hands. "Y/n you're doing great. Really. You did so much work, I saw it everyday, i saw your passion, your attempts. And I'm so proud of you, love. The strongest woman I've ever known" He said with bright smile, and you smiled back. His sincere words meant so much to you, that's why you were so touched and couldn't hold back your tears.

"Thank you. Do you know how much I needed to hear that?" Mason helps you slowly wipe the tears from your cheeks.

"I'm always there to remind you how wonderful you are" He kisses you deeply and tenderly and you can swear that you feel love in every cell of your body. "Let's go home yeah?" You nod and sit in the front seat, immediately noticing a cup from your favorite coffee shop. "Mase, what is this?"

"Ice raf with salt caramel for my special one" He passes the cup to you and with a big smile you take it from his hands, taking a long sip.

"Thank yooouu"

"I see you feel much better now, huh?"

"Yes, and it's all thanks to you"

"I love you, baby. And I'm always here for you" He kisses your hand and you finally melt. All the negativity after a terrible and difficult working day is left behind, now there is only you, Mason and your remaining wonderful evening, which you'll spend in each other's hugs.

"So...home?"

"Yes, let's go home, Mase"

[horce-divorce]

I've been hesitant to speculate about how different the culture is at live music these days for a few reasons, notably bc I've been too ill to go to shows since about 2012. But it seems to me as an observer there's a lot more incidents where ppl are getting hurt at shows than what used to and it's not like the setup is different. Venue management is worse maybe?? But you have to wonder how much of these crowds are younger kids where a vast majority have never been to shows prior to the pandemic era. I wonder how that's changed the behavior of the crowds

Like I just saw one person claim they haven't been to a show since they "were like 9."

9???? 9. who is out here taking their 9 year olds to shows??? Who are these 9yos?????

my first concert was Cher when I was 12 and that was a big fucking deal to my friends. none of them got to see a concert before me (we lived in bumfuck nowhere so this was a huge ordeal to even go). we busted our asses doing odd jobs ALL SUMMER to buy tickets to MCR when we were 13. And frankly I think if I had been dropped into a concert venue any sooner than that I'd have died lmfao I would NOT have been able to handle it. I almost couldnt handle Warped and I'd been to at least 3 big shows and 2 other types of fests by then.

also lol bc some of the advice I'm seeing from ppl who are a lot younger than me but who are going to shows lately is. "Idk dance around! Bring some water! Have fun! Try not to bump into anyone!" I'm sorry, try not to bump into anyone? at live music?? at live EMO music??? That's a rule now?? lmao since WHEN 😭

Tbf that's better than the shit ppl my age used to say in the myspace age when asked for concert advice. Shit like "DONT wear the same bands Tshirt to their own show. You'l look like a poser." Rofl.

But also at least we'd give reasonable expectations about the pit... I'm sorry if you're going in the pit you're going to be touching people. You're getting people's sweat and beer and hair all over you and there's nothing you can do about it. The pit is not simply an area where you can observe music from. The pit is a living thing (and so is the crowd; the pit is part of the crowd but the crowd is not necessarily part of the pit) and you have to be prepared for it to get a little sweaty and wacky. It is a Beast and cannot be simply tamed

that's PRECISELY WHY I can't go to shows anymore, medically speaking?? like. cus I can't do general admission anymore. 10+ years ago part of the experience of going to shows was specifically to go get lost in the pit and get sweaty and accidentally punched and thrown around. that's what the pit was FOR.

I have to wonder if kids don't know that these days and they go in thinking the pit is just like any other event where your personal space gets respected, and are then unprepared to Get Out when things get wild???? I guess I have seen a shift in language there... I knew a lot of ppl who meant "the pit" to be the front of the general admission space where everyone is crammed in, regardless. But some people use it specifically as in "mosh pit" which is a certain scenario. Moshing doesn't happen at every show but any big show HAS a pit. That's my colloquial understanding, anyway.

Idk this doesn't like Matter so I'm not doing deep discourse about it or anything lol I'm just so curious about how and when this changed. Someone who's been actively going to shows the whole time would be able to make better observations than me anyway, this is total speculation based on the complaints I'm seeing come out of, like, MCR shows for example. It seems like a lot of folks go to these shows not knowing what to expect, and are surprised when people get hurt, but when I was a teen we kinda accepted maybe getting hurt as part of the package deal. I mean no perhaps it shouldn't be? (Again, questions of venue management?) But you should be aware of crowds being inherently dangerous in general before you join one, just like you should be aware of potential dangers in any large group. There's just a bit more to concertoging than "have fun and be yourself" specifically for this reason lol

It's just so funny to me that these days kids are like "omg mind your business at shows" specifically cus like. Last time I saw the Used Bert hooked a loogie into the pit and it landed on some guys face. And bert went 'oh haha. woops' and the guy went "YEHHFDHDHYWHAHAHH!!!!!!!! WOOOOOI!!!!!" so he did it again. that was the culture of shows when I was going and I mean, the whole pit was just Like That. it was like a silent agreement that if you weren't into sharing bodily fluids you simply stayed away from the stage lol

Again: not saying that's how it should be or that Kids These Days Have It Too Easy. everything should be accessible and obviously this was not a culture that fostered inclusion rofl. I'm interested in the changes just bc it's different now, and when, and why and how? And bc I'm curious if it'll lead to be better venue management actually! If anyone can make venues finally shape the fuck up I fully believe it'll be the youths. Maybe someday I can go to shows again bc the kids these days had better standards than we did in the aughties. But in the meantime I just don't think you can be surprised if you go in the pit and get beer on you lol it'd be WAY weirder if you came out clean.

[scarletlilyy]

I can go on for days how much teenage boys treat girls they don't find attractive differently but here's my most recent experience

Okay first of all I just want to say the experience varies, some guys are only friends with girls they don't find attractive cus it's easier and they don't have to get nervous around them, these kinda guys r usually alr but sometimes they view u as a man/male friend and it can be very degrading

some guys are only friends with girls they find attractive and it's not necessarily always with the intentions of dating sometimes just for attention or a pretty face to look at imo. These kind of guys are usually not kind to girls they don't find attractive

either way the experience of girl, especially black girl, who's not conventionally attractive is not always a fun one.

Currently, I'm at summer camp and it's been really fun for the most part. Today we were doing some art group work thingy and I went to a group with two guys just to see their stuff. I stood there and asked them if I could see their stuff like 5-6 times and they just ignored me and didn't say anything. Like nothing like "no" or anything. It was until I went ahead to just peek at it anyway, just for one of them to say "you'll see it fully when we win"

that wasn't bad of anything but what really set me off is how they treat me differently compared to the other girls at the camp.

For example one of the guys I approached in particular has been very kind to some other girls, one time he pulled out a chair for one of my friends and even pulled the seat closer to him, some other girls were standing too but he only offered the seat to her and like was really nice to her. Then another time he named his first aid dummy another girl's name and ik this doesn't all sound super romantic, but they were really "bold" advances and some of the girls at camp agreed

I've engaged in conversation with him but I can tell he likes to talk to the other girls better and that whole ignoring thing was just so fucking embarrassing.

Also keep in mind everyone in my class is Asian but me, specifically the class is mostly Chinese. (No hate to Chinese people)

Sorry if it seems like I'm overreacting but I really feel like he wouldn't have acted that way if I was someone else

In the past I've had a lot of personality issues, like I've not always been the kindest person. I'm still not but I'm a lot better than I was back then, a lot of guys hated me back then and I really still think it was cus

1. I'm not conventionally attractive

2. I'm decently smart/high achieving in academics

3. I'm black, loud & opinionated

The attractive thing really plays a part cus the girls at my summer camp people showed interest in are extremely loud and rude. And I'm sorry if that sounds like a pick me thing but gosh there were a lot of moments I hoped they'd calm down and shush a lil bit

they were really nice to me and appreciate that a lot, they just openly talked shit about a lot of people

one girl would loudly talk about how she homewrecked a couple cus she thought the guy was too hot for the girl. The other would talk about she hated ppl who didn't have symmetrical faces and they were still desired by guys (maybe not the second one cus she was not really the standard beauty anyway, but that still proves my point)

so if they are desired when they r bitchy & loud? why can't I????

cus I'm black lol.

My bitchy was a lot different kind of bitchy, like not to justify it but my main issue was being very judgemental and always calling out racism. Ik the calling out racism doesn't sound bad but I just did it all the wrong ways, I'd legit curse people out and report them to teachers.

I was just an angry preteen but I really regret the way I went about justice back then, I've honestly learnt just to accept the racism cus ppl my age especially guys will never change their racist ways and If I fight back everyone's gonna hate me

sometimes I do set boundaries but arguing is not worth it anymore.

Don't forget I was also very judgemental. it's a bad habit of mine but sometimes stupid people really piss me off...

Another thing that contributed to why I was so hated was cus I was a smart black girl in a predominantly Asian school (grd 6&7 yr) I really didn't notice the racism from the Asians for a long time until one of them started being really forward about it and it suddenly made sense why I was excluded and didn't have too many friends when I moved to the school despite the fact I was very extroverted.

There was this one chinese guy in that particular class he questioned why I was so unathletic when I was black and why I was good at math

Cus apparently black people can't be good at math and suck at basketball. There was only really one other student who was openly (there were some undercover nerds imo) dominating academics as much as I was in that class and the guys would often use that against me and claim he was smarter than me

the funny thing is that the guy was really humble and did not care, but his insecure friends weaponized it so much.

I still would orather be in an Asian predominant school than white though. Cus in my grade 7 school and current highschool, white people are the minority but I can confidently tell you they are the most open about their racism cus they can get away with it (most of the teachers in my country r white)

After moving away from that school (the grd 6&7 school) to an even worse school, I made friends with the new kid that came after I left the school.

We were somewhat close online and we'd have friendly academic competition, even though we were in different schools. I apparently found out he had been leaking my grades to the boys at his school, even though he knew they hated me and would do anything to see my academic downfall

and I was just so devastated

anyways, I've gone a lil off topic but it all comes down to the point that things would have been majorly different in any school I've been too, if I was their type.

A lot of my past guy crushes or even just guys I've found attractive, hated/disliked me or just found me plain annoying.

At first I used to entirely blame them and everyone around me. Nowadays, I try to recognize the fault in my own actions and work to fix that. I'm not perfect, sometimes I slip in a few insults to men when they piss me off even the slightest bit.

Then I go ahead and overthink it for a little bit, then heavily regret my actions.

I've done that a few times at camp, like I'm cautious of the way I act and the stuff I say now cus I really don't want another class hating me.

It hurts knowing whatever I do will never be enough and any slight mistake I make will be their final impression of me.

In my current high school, I have a decent amount of male friends but they r the kind that are only friends with girls they are not attracted to. Which like I said is not a bad thing but sometimes really degrading cus I don't think they see me as a woman. Also I think my male friends are mostly there for homework answers but whatever lol.

But it's much preferable than to have so many guys hating on you lol, I don't feel male validation but I also don't want male hate.

[miyomiikonran]

Whumptober 2022 Day 8

Being late with those challenges is like a rolling joke at this point for me... But well, I'm not having the greatest time right now. Still I'm determined to try. So like I promised, here's the continuation of the situation from Day 2!

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Today's theme: Everything hurts and I'm dying

Chosen prompt: Back from the dead

Universe: Wakfu

Character/s: Isei & Shinuo

Word count: ~1000

Tw: Deadly injuries, main character death

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Fear is something every being experiences every once in a while, sometimes stronger, sometimes weaker, but it's undeniable. Some people still try to pretend they don't feel scared...but they can only do that for so long. Isei surely did most of his short life. No matter how bad the situation, he never admitted being scared. No matter how badly beaten up or wounded he ended up, he always somehow made it out. Duh, he made it out of Brakmar's jail! But now... It seemed hopeless. Everyone, including him was down, unable to move or unconscious, leaving only that weak miserable fairy out there against Rogues. At the same time, all of his cuts, that gunshot wound in his stomach and his pierced foot was bleeding...badly. It hurt like a bitch too, especially his stomach, this burning, shaggy hole that was making it so hard to breath, pain piercing him through all the way to his spine, making him sick. He could feel blood in his mouth. His body never felt that...heavy... He couldn't move anymore and even though he knew the sun was out, he couldn't feel it on his skin anymore. Instead it was so cold... So damn cold. Even keeping his head up was too much at this point, so he just laid there, when Shinuo got kicked closer to him. Of course he's gonna be a crybaby, he can't even go down without being pathetic... He just couldn't get him. It was beyond him. Of course, the world was divided between those who were strong and those who were weak, but even the weakest motherfucker out there could at least TRY to do SOMETHING! Go down while trying their best to survive, but this guy, it was just like he had no wish to live! He can hide all he wants behind his pitiful noble reasons, not wanting to harm anyone... But do these fuckers deserve it? No, they're just pieces of trash who would be better wiped out of the surface of the world. If not for himself, he thought he could do something for that girl, but...

That's when his blurry thought process was interrupted, when a faint glow appeared in the air in his field of view. At first, he had no idea what it was, his mind clouded by loss of blood not helping at all... But he didn't have to. Soon it was clear, it was a spell. His heavy eyelids opened wider, when he saw the damage it caused, the effect that went beyond any expectations he could ever have for that... That guy. And all of the sudden... He felt that cold grip somewhere inside. One could expect him to say something, comment on it, but his throat was squeezing tight. A bit of fear he didn't expect. If all this time he was capable of doing something like that, what else is he hiding....?

However... It all faded the moment the fairy got back to his senses and got up, stumbling on his way to him, his face worried sick and honestly afraid. But in the end, it was the same softie face he used to see every day for the last few months. Nothing changed...what did he even expect? What was he thinking? Pfff.

Although... There was nothing to laugh about here, really. Breathing hurt, he couldn't feel his legs or arms anymore, his eyes were trying to fall down all the time... He felt Shinuo cautiously turning him from his stomach to the side, he could hear his voice tremble once he saw a puddle of blood that gathered underneath him... If he could say anything, he would just laugh seeing the kind of expression he had on his face right now. But he couldn't cus his tongue was completely numb, just like his body. At this point...he kind of accepted it was the end of him. His eyelids finally fell down completely... But he still heard things for a bit. He felt Shinuo's hands on himself, heard his quiet, still a bit shaking voice, saying something... Reciting? Probably one of his healing things. But after that... everything faded away.

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Next thing Sacrier remembered, surprised he can even remember anything really, was...this soft, kind of light feeling. And warmth, it was so warm all around him. He could feel his body once again, even though he still couldn't move it. And a light, white beam just underneath his eyelids. He barely remembered anything from before that feeling, everything succumbed to darkness in the back of his mind. Everything but that freezing cold, freezing him to what seemed like death... He could only guess it wasn't it then, no one can come back from that... Or?

When he woke up, it turned out a day had passed. He tried to ask that oh-so-smartie girl, but she couldn't explain what happened to him either. He thought he's gonna bleed to death, she said it was most likely to happen, with all the injuries he suffered and his blood being so thin and runny. And the main culprit of this whole mess... They couldn't ask either. Apparently, Shinuo was unconscious since she got back to her senses, she found them together next to each other. His body didn't even have a scratch. No scars, just that big puddle of blood on the ground, half-dried already, his bloodied clothes...and blade that once pierced through his foot, now broken in half on the ground.

Sure, Sacriers aren't known for their thinking, but if Feca doesn't know what happend, then that's concerning. He just sat there, looking at Eniripsa's fragile, almost white body for a while... They set up a small camp, she tucked him in, so he basically looked like he was sleeping, his softie face without any emotion showing up. And he felt that cold grip again. What the hell did you do....?

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This part as well was just something that stayed in my head for good old 10 years at this point... The ultimate moment when Isei finally started respecting Shinuo, his companion on this unexpected journey and in fac... He grew to fear him a bit, deep, deep inside, since he was the only one that witnessed what really hides underneath that layer of soft, pacifistic Eniripsa he always thought was just a pitiful coward. He saw both sides, destructive one and powerful healing abilities, his long life faithfulness to Goddess Eniripsa finally rewarded. Shinuo's character was always meant and designed to be extremely weak physically, but powerful when it comes to magic and spells, that's where the fire spell came from~

And yes. Isei DIED during this scene, his blood loss due to hemophilia (I know, ironic for a Sacrier) getting the best of him. Ability Shinuo shows here was one Eniripsas had back then in beta (maybe they still have something similar, but since I stopped playing years ago, I dunno) that allowed player to bring back to life themselves or teammates. Here I made it a bit less OP by limiting it only to others and adding heavy repercussions... First, usually it would cost healer's life, about which Shinuo was aware of, but still attempted it, but in his case thanks to him being blessed by the Goddess for his faith set in stone no matter what, it only took few years off his lifespan, of what no one really is aware of.

[hoshis-tigers-den]

LAY WITH ME

Pairing : Hansol Vernon Chwe x Male Reader

Genre : Suggestive/Fluff

Summary : Y/N spends a lazy smoking weed with his boyfriend, Vernon.

Warning : Marijuana use, slight sexual content but bearly

Note : I took a chapter from my oc book and made it male reader cause I'm lazy lol

As the sun rises on a quiet Sunday morning, it's bright rays cast themselves onto slumbering Y/N. Blinking away sleep's call, it takes a bit for Y/N to collect his thoughts. His mind was out of touch from either his exhaustion or the edibles he had consumed the night before.

A slight movement from under the covers wakes Y/N fully. He opens his eyes to see the messy hair his sleeping partner, Vernon. Y/N smiles. He sure wouldn't mind to wake up to him like these every morning.

Y/N runs a hand along his back, starting from the base of his spine to find it's way to his hair. He gently brushes Vernon's hair out of his face making him stir a bit but not enough to wake him.

His fingers hop from one mark to another on his tanned skin. He lost track of time enjoying the feel and sight of Vernon's body. It was long enough for Vernon to wake.

"Stop it...tickles.." Vernon mumbles against Y/Ns chest.

"Maybe I will. Maybe I won't."

"You better, bitch."

"You can't call me a bitch when you're my 'bottom bitch'.

"Oh shut up." Vernon protests as he pushes Y/N's shoulder, unable to think of a witty comment. Y/N laughs at Vernon as he looks away with a light pink blush dusting his face.

"My baby shy?" Y/N pesters. Vernon wasalways cool and composed but Y/N was the one person would destroy that image and make him a blushing mess.

"Dude, you're literally no better than me. You have an internal panic every time we bang." Vernon looks up giving a winning smirk.

"Got me there." Y/N gives in and kisses the smile on his lover's face.

They pull each closer, embracing each other's warmth. Quiet moments like these were rare with their careers. They didn't have to say or do anything, just having each was enough. Y/N lets out a sigh of contentment.

"Yo what's up?" Vernon asks while rubbing circles on Y/N's chest.

"Nothing. Just content."

"With what?"

"With us. I like being together."

"Ditto. Sex, weed and you are all I need today." Vernon knows that's probably going to be all for today.

"All in that required order?"

"I don't know. You tell me."

"Probably is the correct order but maybe we can switch it up today." Y/N leans over to the nightstand and grabs a prerolled blunt the had been left over the night before and a lighter. He lights it and takes a puff of it and pulls Vernon in for a kiss. Vernon inhales the intoxicating smoke. His head buzzing as the high settles in.

He takes the blunt from Y/N and does the same to him. The room fills with the heavy smell of marijuana that will end up being a trouble to remove from all the linens but the problem will be reserve for later.

Vernon pulls Y/N into a sloppy kiss. Their tongues entangle, fighting with each other. Hands roaming their bodies. Y/N's hands exploring Vernon's chest, kneading the soft flesh.

Letting out a moan, Vernon enjoys the sensation of Y/N playing with his nipples. Nails pinch and scratch at them. A mixture of pain and pleasure amplifies by the high of the marijuana.

They continue their makeout session for a few minutes till Y/n whines. Upon hearing him, Vernon separates.

"Mmm...too tired." Y/N rolls over to hug his cat squish mallow. His mood changing quickly. It always tended to be unpredictable when he was under the influence.

Hyper sexual to down right tired in a matter of seconds. It seemed tonight the latter had won.

"Dude, don't you dare do this to me." Vernon gently nudges Y/N's back.

"We'll continue later..just sleepy."

"You're the one who wanted it first!"

"I recall that but you know how weed gets me."

"Asshole."

Y/N begins to snore after a few minutes of silence and all Vernon could do is sit there slightly mad and sexuality frustrated. Y/N's tattooed ribs raise and fall with each breath.

He's so cute when he's asleep.

While together Y/N would find himself falling asleep first. Within a short while the feeling of being loved and safe would lull the usually uneasy boy to sleep.

Smiling, he realizes to make the best of the undesired moment and spoons his lover. The smell of Y/N's shampoo mixed with sweat envelops Vernon's senses. His hands roam in Y/N's messy h/c mullet.

Slowly he begans to braid the long strands of hair all while humming a random song he remembered posting on his Instagram story a few days back. Braiding was something he never realized he had gotten good at till he started to date Y/N. He had never been one to succeed at it with his little sister. Poor Sophia would often have a rat's nest after Vernon's ill attempts.

"Love you...a lot." Vernon whispers into Y/Ns ear. They don't say it very often as they know love is beyond just words but he feels the moment is too perfect to not let it goes without saying it.

"Love you too. Maybe too much." Y/N turns after waking from the gentle whisper. It sometimes genuinely scared Y/N how much he would sacrifice for the man he loved.

"I know. Just go back you sleep. I didn't mean to wake you."

Vernon pulls Y/N closer where his back met his chest. His warmth surrounding Y/N.

Y/N listened to Vernon steady heart beat. A rythm meant for a song. It was that very beat that guided him to sleep.

[hanjifuck]

.˚｡⋆ ༊ .˚｡⋆ stray kids ideal types - series .˚｡⋆ ༊ .˚｡⋆

bang chan version ʕっ•ᴥ•ʔっ

based on their birth charts! s2

✧*:.｡. t/n: i'll be using SIDEREAL astrology on this one. it's also important to say that when we talk about romance in astrology we have to fully analyse the couple's birth charts individualy at first and only then apply compatibility analysis so we're able to check out the synastry overlays.

✧*:.｡. t/n: kinda proofread. <3

the basics:

someone who has sun in virgo or in the 5th house;

aquarius and gemini moons are the ideal but aries moon is also great, libra is good, leo and sagittarius moons are a maybe. capricorn and cancer moons are absolutely a no;

venus in virgo, scorpio, cancer or capricorn;

mercury in virgo (or capricorn/taurus).

obviously there's way more aspects to look into to see if a relationship would work but i'd rather not go too deep into it right now.

a person who's patient and honest. he takes his time into getting to know you before he commits. so, when he does commit, there’s no room for him to change his mind. he's worthy of a romance novel. he will make sure that the bond is strong and stable for both.

someone who's good at communicating, reading people's intentions and has a good sense of humour. he tends to use his voice to express himself and he's such a sweet talker when it comes to romance. communication and intellectual rapport are his thing, so it's important for him to have someone who he can talk to. so good at covering it up his intentions or even lying (but you guys didn't hear this from me), except that he tends to tell the truth in almost any and every situation. he loves to tell stories and to see the smile and hear the laugh of the loved one.

a partner who's not afraid of commitment and long term relationships. listen to me, this man is looking for a soulmate connection, someone to pay him due attention. he's a romantic at heart and has a strong need for love in his life, it being his ultimate driving force, a passionate lover and he knows how to maintain the flame of true love. without love he would be nothing.

someone who knows how to talk to people and be pleasant during social situations.

someone who's highly vulnerable and revealing with him, ONLY.

a person who's adventurous. he does not know how to stay still, he wants to expand and has a hedonistic type of approach to how fun should work in a relationship. he can't be more happy then when his able to impress you with his creative side. if you like an intellectual approach to life you will love it as well.

a positive person, someone who's optimistic and make things seem easy.

an intense, bold, strong-willed and powerful person. would love a partner who knows how to stand up for themselves. he wants besides him a person who can make the world kneel in front of them.

someone who will do anything to seduce him.

someone who challenges him (in a good way, ofc). he loves to be dared as he sees it as stimulating, a reason to try even harder, to put even more effort in. he's prop to play mind games (maybe manipulating, even if it's not his intention, since he makes everything sound so wonderful). often fueled by curiosity and a desire to control/possess others for himself *only with those who he actually loves since he sees romance/sex as super meaningful, on a soul level thing, and focus 100% on the person he loves.

emancipated, educated and high intelligent individuals. a pretty face will never be enough, sorry. virgo sun in the 5th house? pfffff this man is a genius.

someone who's younger or appear youthfu/has a youthful personality. he needs a eager-to-learn-and-to-enjoy-life-with-him person. channie's prone to take up the dominant/leading role in a relationship as well. it's like he has this strong pedagogical (?) side to him (and once again my theory that he would be a teacher if he wans't in the entertainment business is proven right ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)

a person who's not avoidant or keeps to many secrets. if you keep stuff away from him he may misinterpret things quite easily.

a partner who's as clingy as he is. channie does not stand being alone for too long. he needs your warm touch and gentleness.

a freedom-lover type of person, someone who seeks inspiration and fun. he's extremely motivated and light-hearted, very flexible and adaptative.

a person who knows how to encourage him. basically someone who knows his intentions almost better than he does. he has a need for validation and appreciation cus sometimes he fixates on certain ideias but doesn't have what it takes to go further with it.

someone who would enjoy having kids, taking care of them, educating them together, and is family-oriented. he would love to have a partner who's as excited as he is to mentally stimulate his kids. very inclined to having lots of children. he wants someone who has the potential to go all the way to the finish line. man's want commitment.

a person who's charming, "feminine", sensuous and romantic. he's not interested in a person who is crude. he has strong yang energy on his birth chart so it's a good thing if your chart is yin energized. the whole thing about lighting up candles, putting on some romantic music is important to him. may be enticed by a person who has an overly sexual appearance (SPECIALLY if you have scorpio sun or rising), femme fatales (the energy, not necessarily a woman) are just right for him. maybe someone quite mysterious as well.

someone who's painfully monogamy. you can trust him on remaining faithful, as long as his partner do the same. trust is important for him and when it comes to love, it's absolutely essential. if you don't want to lose him forever you shouldn't break his confidence. he rarely has any interest in casual encounters, not being the type to take different people home every night. loyalty is such a turn-on for him, cute. he wants to be only yours, so he expects the same from you, not wanting you to even look at other people. the more committed to him, the deepest his love is.

someone who's not shy. he’s a non-conformist, private person and rather do his own things, away from the public eyes. remember when he said he usually likes "dark things"? man wasn't lying. he knows exactly who he is and what he likes even tho society might shun him for it. however, he does not care. <3

a person who's devoted and dependable, who's also ready to work by his side. someone who knows how to handle his possessiveness and maybe even suspections. just be honest with him and patient enough to put him at ease, assuring him that he's the only one who deserves your attention and love. his jealousy may be really tricky.

okay, this dude has mars and venus conjunct pluto in scorpio. do you guys know what this means? i would DIE to make this man love me!!!!!!!!! help. he will be SOOO OBSESSED WITH THE PERSON HE MARRIES, IT'S INSANE KDISADJADNAUS HELP ME.

[freindly-neighbourhood-anarchist]

☀︎︎-: 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 :-☀︎︎

Kimetsu no yaiba x reader

°•.《 characters 》.•°

Rengoku, Giyuu, Shinobu, Sanemi

Tw: Swearing because Sanemi is Sanemi

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I'm definitely gonna binge write this series after watching the movie, I literally cant stop thinking about it--

Send in as much requests as you want!! :))

I do fluff, different AU's, angst and NSFW(we'll see).

Keep in mind, I havent read the manga. I'm caught up to the train Arc and that's it, so try not to spoil anything by requesting characters that havent appeared yet lol

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Holding hands is sort of a need for him-

He's huge with PDA and holding your small hand within his reassures him quite a bit. He never needs to ask to hold your hand, he just grips it whenever and wherever.

I feel like he'll sense when your nervous and be really perceptive, so he'd hold your hand to ground you in a way

It's highly effectve.

"Delicious!" Your energetic boyfriend chirped, eating his takoyaki with fervour and a bright smile.

You ate your own food from across him, shaking your head a little with a slight smile slanting onto your lips.

It's definitely been a long day, so winding down and eating with your amazing boyfriend is definitely a preferable way to end it.

He sort of sensed your stress as you came back from training, sweat sleek across your forehead. And thus, he ran a bath for you and then took you out for dinner to take your mind off of whatever was bothering you.

He's always had a keen intuition and was brilliant at reading emotions on others. It was a weird super power at this point. But he noticed how relaxed you were now that you were with him, it melted his heart.

His eyes flickered over your expression, his eyes soft with adoration and affection." This is certainly calming after a long day!" He exclaimed happily.

At his jolly aura, you nodded in agreement," Honestly... It's like you have some weird superpower to make me forget about whatever was annoying me. Kinda freaky." You shivered.

Letting out a hearty laugh, the man reached out, interlacing his long fingers with yours suddenly. The warmth of his skin sending goosebumps over your arms.

"I just know you too well! Nothing wrong or freaky about that!" His grin was filled with light.

Your fingers tightened around his, his warm skin seemed to be heating up your own body as well. Thank God, you were beginning to get cold anyways.

"Have I ever told you about how cute your hands are!" It was more of a statement than a question, pulling his hand and your hand closer to him so he could get a better glimpse at your soft hands." So tiny... So soft. It's like I'm being touched by an angel!"

"Geez, you're cheesy."

"You love it~!"

"... Fair point."

•«☔︎ 𝙜𝙞𝙮𝙪𝙪 𝙩𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙤𝙠𝙖 ☔︎»•

Bro I'm sorry, but I dont think he holds your hand much-

I feel like he thinks he doesnt need to show how much he loves you through actions, more so through blunt words.

But he will get the sudden urge to hold your hand every once in a while, so be prepared because he could get the jump on you at any point.

Doesnt like PDA that much, it makes him slightly uncomfortable because it's in public but I feel like he would get used to it later in your relationship.

Ocean-blue eyes stared at you hesitantly as you continued to speak about the new breathing technique you had learned.

Both you and Giyuu were walking peacefully through the garden you had grown over the years, the plants varying in different colours and sizes. They reminded him of you.

Your peaceful personality cued him to remember the petals of the flowers blowing gently in the breeze. Not to mention you smell very distinctly and sweet just like the flowers as well.

But as he walked with you in this haven, he felt pretty agitated and frustated. He hid it well with his usual deapan expressions, but he could feel the pit of the emotions growing bigger.

His hand twitched suddenly when the back of yours brushed against his, his cheeks tinting pink at the abrupt contact.

Gulping, he looked straight ahead with sharp eyes and a furrowed brow.

The atmosphere shifted.

And when you had stopped talking, he knew that you had noticed the harsh shift as well.

"Giyuu?... Are you feeling okay? You look like you're burning up." You questioned out of concern, a worried expression upon your face.

Shaking his head briefly, the ravenette continued to walk with his head staring straight ahead," I feel optimal. Why do you ask?" He was so obviously trying to change the subject.

You frowned a little at the stiff response and opened your mouth to respond but your boyfriend had beaten you to it.

"Let me h-... Hold your... Hand... Please." He uttered, looking down with red cheeks, an embarrassed scowl squirmed on his lips.

You were silent for a long while, making him wait nervously for your answer. What he wasn't expecting was the cute snort of laughter coming from you and grabbing his hand tightly within your own, your other hand wrapping around his forearm like it was a substitute teddy bear.

His cheeks heated up tenfold and he had to look away before you noticed.

"You're such a cutie. You don't need to ask to hold my hand you know?" You teased lightly, nudging him playfully by bumping your hip against his.

"I-it's embarrassing." He retorted.

"Whatever, cutie."

"No."

"Yes."

"Stop it."

꧁ꕥ 𝑲𝒐𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒖 𝑺𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒐𝒃𝒖 ꕥ꧂

She would sooo tease you for wanting to hold her hand-

Like, she would hold it obvi, but she'd tease you about it for a good 5 minutes before finally giving up lol

Flustering you is one of her favourite pastimes, it was what your relationship was built on top of in the first place. Teasing eachother was always a thing you guys did.

But Kocho takes teasing to a MAXIMUM.

It's like you guys are challenging eachother to a tease off and she just refuses to loose. She'd rather die.

Dramatic but true

What a fucking queen-

"Ara, ara~ what was that? You want to hold my hand?" The raven haired woman pressed her hand against her lips, raising a suggestive eyebrow at you." Oh~ How scandalous! You're saying we should do pre-martial hand holding? why, that's practically a crime!"

You deadpanned at your girlfriend's words," Holding your hand is a crime?..."

"Mmhm!"

"But we literally made-out yester-"

She smiled at you passive-aggressively," I'm afraid we can't hold hands until we're married! Too bad!" She sighed, pretending to seem devastated ," How could you suggest we do such a lewd thing? In public, no less! You're quite the little scoundrel, hmm?~"

Your deadpan only deepened," Well then... I guess I'll just have to marry you then, hm? So I can hold your hand for the rest of my life." You chimed out, a slight twinkle in your eye. At the sight of Kocho's cheeks tinting a bright red, you smirked in triumph." Oya~? What's that I see? Is that blush?" You poked her warm cheek affectionately," I think it iiiis~!"

Biting her lip, Kocho scoffed and rolled her eyes," Just because you won doesn't mean you-... Shut up." She huffed out, losing her composure.

" Aha! So I won." You grinned out," I think I deserve a prize for winning for like... the first time." You said that last part quickly.

" You're not getting a kiss, if that's what you're referring to!" She smiled up at you passive aggressively.

Now the win didn't even feel like a win.

I guess, Kocho will always win in the end.

You pouted at her, eyebrows furrowed," You're so petty...." You groaned out, before a cheeky grin crossed over your lips," How about letting me hold your hand instead?"

Kocho stared at your grin with an unimpressed look, before her eyes softened and a gentle smile spread onto her perfect lips." Wipe that cheeky grin off of your face and I might consider it."

A bright smile instantly spread onto your lips and you held out your hand expectantly for her to take it. Her radiant smile only widened and her hand settled into yours, her warm fingers closing over your own as if she was keeping them safe in her hold.

" Now you have to marry me." She stated simply," I want to hold your hand in mine for the rest of my life as well."

᯾༄𖦹.𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕘𝕦𝕫𝕒𝕨𝕒 𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕖𝕞𝕚 .𖦹༄᯾

BRUUUUH THIS FUCKING MAN-

Ok, so hear me out lol-

I have read up on his character a tiny bit and bro he's such a fucking SOFTY like-

If you were to ask him to hold your hand he'd highkey have to process what you said for like a minute or two before finally agreeing to it lol

He has such a tough-guy exterior when on the inside he's actually really caring to those who are important to him.

Definitely one of those characters who seem like pricks but they like something cute like cats or something-

"Uhm... Sanemi?" You spoke up suddenly, interrupting the peaceful silence.

Your boyfriend broke out of his daze of appreciating your beauty and hummed to let you know that he was listening, picking up some of his uneaten rice with his chopsticks.

"Can... Can I h-hold your hand?"

He choked on the rice he was eating, coughing into his fist and thumping his other hand against his chest to try and get the rice that shot down the back of his throat to go down.

You went to get out of your chair to help him, concern etched onto your face, but he held a hand up to stop you. Instead, you simply passed your water to him, as of which he chugged greatfully.

When he had finally gained his composure, he held out a slightly trembling hand, his cheeks tinted red as he let out a gruff," yeah... Of course you can, idiot. You don't have to ask..."

Adoration bloomed in your chest at his words and you grabbed his outstretched hand, instantly interlocking your fingers with his. Absentmindedly, you ran your thumb up and down his hand comfortingly as you smiled like an idiot to yourself.

Ba-dump.

Sanemi's heart thumped in his chest at the look of love on your face, feeling his whole body heating up. The wind pillar was known for being ruthless, intimidating and quite frankly... A bit of an asshole.

But around you? He's a completely different person.

Between you and his little brother, he's always going to have a huge soft spot for you both.

So he'll always treat you well.

Squeezing your hand lovingly, he let a slight smirk curl onto his lips," You look like a dumbass smiling like that.... You must really like me, huh?" He tried to tease.

"I don't like you."

Arrows shot through his heart, his smirk dropping in an instant," Oi-!"

You giggled at his response," I love you."

The frown on his lips wobbled a little, threatening to break out into an idiotic smile. Clearing his throat, he looked away from you and pressed the back of his unoccupied hand against his mouth to hide the smile that threatened to appear.

"Oh..." He could only respond with," y-yeah... Same here."

"You're so socially inept."

"I'm damn not!!" He grumbled, eyebrows furrowing," I fucking love you too!! Is that better?"

You grinned childishly, bringing his hand up to your mouth and placing a light kiss to it," much better."

It's safe to say that this was the day he vowed to marry you.

[dead-end-street]

can you comment on the scene where bu jeong and aran confront each other?

Oof, these two... we learned so much more about their weird relationship closer to the end but there's still more questions the show never answered. But it makes sense cus there's friendships/relationships that go sour and there's never any true closure other than them ending in a bang and then fizzling it out.

The scene in the car when Bu-jeong is tired and already over A-ran's shit was hard to watch after finding out more of their history. We already knew Jin-seob was abusing A-ran but to later find out that he also attacked Bu-jeong and that A-ran just.... ran away to save herself??? I know that as a victim, A-ran was protecting herself but it seems like she just went back inside where it was safe and left BJ to deal with the gross husband alone and didn't get her help. I can't blame her for wanting to get away, but to leave another woman to be attacked instead is unforgivable. We didn't see how that scene ended and MAYBE she called police to help but I doubt it. No wonder BJ is so angry on top of everything else. I'd want them both to die too.

A-ran talks to BJ as if no time has passed and is cordial to her with a fake smirk, saying she'll drive her home and asking if she's still at the same address. BJ has to remind her it's been a year and tries to say they have nothing to talk about. And at this point, I guess they don't. Anything that should've been said a year ago is too late now. A-ran is too proud anyway to admit her faults or apologize and she sees BJ as someone who doesn't know her place. I think that's where a lot of this hate stems from - A-ran expecting people to do as she says, lower their eyes, and bow to her (like Jong-hoon). A-ran says to her, “You haven’t changed a bit. You’re so high and mighty, huh?” People like her want people like BJ to ‘know their place’, which is a disgusting term, yet is so prevalent in the way people treat each other. (At the start of the show the lady in the condo tells the front desk she doesn’t want the cleaning staff, ie. Bu-Jeong to use the spa/showers and is mad that they don’t know their place.)

Bu-jeong seems like the person who will be respectful to everyone but once she's been disrespected and treated poorly, she stops giving a fuck. (With her mother-in-law, she tolerates her but you can tell she'd be much more curt and do the bare minimum in terms of showing respect.) I think maybe after the abuse she'd endured from both A-ran and her husband, BJ just stopped caring and started acting more and more rude back to her and started the trolling online. I don’t actually think she started working as a housekeeper for that younger woman to get dirt on A-ran mostly because she seems to go wherever the manager schedules her and it was just a coincidence it was the woman Jin-seob was having an affair with. I think she was bluffing when she said that but it’s neither here nor there imo. The crux of their whole conversation rests on this part:

“I’m not fighting you to beat you. Even if I can’t beat you, I can hurt you. I can make you bleed.”

Bu-jeong has been physically, mentally, and emotionally abused by this couple who think they’re better than her. Whatever she may have done after - the online trolling, the plagiarism, etc. is not right, but it doesn’t compare to what she had to endure from them. She’s a wounded animal fighting back, not to win, but to maim her opponent. To make her bleed as much as she’s had to bleed from them. The show didn’t really give a clear timeline but I think her miscarriage was from a combination of stress from them and maybe even a direct effect of the abuse she endured from him/them. I’d want them to die too. I’d want them to bleed half as much as I did. A-ran seems taken aback and comments that if you hate someone that much, you’re the one who suffers. She’s not wrong, but also it’s not like this is news to BJ. She’s just endured a year of hell and had to watch the two people she hates continue to have success as if nothing was wrong. I totally empathize with BJ wanting to tear them down, even if she’s already in the depths of depression and her own hell, it wouldn’t matter as long as she could cause them an ounce of pain.

In the end, nothing huge comes from their meeting. A-ran sends the photos to Bu-jeong in a last ditch attempt to hurt her some more and prove that she’s not as innocent as she claims to be. But of course, it’s not like Bu-jeong’s marriage was all that healthy or steady to begin with, so one more 'crisis’ won’t change a thing. They’re already fallen out of love and basically just roommates who occasionally see each other in passing. I had thought maybe it would affect her relationship with Kang-jae, but in the end, this ‘scandal’ just fizzled out like the fight between the two women. I’m glad that nothing came of the photos and all it ended up doing was making Kang-jae finally cut ties with Jong-hoon and Akira club. 

[sensitivegoblin]

Vent

Tw self harm sucide

[shortyisweird9]

'Lonely ghost serie'

Chek and heartache- part III

Tw⚠️:swearing, referring of dark themes such as suicide attempt and mental illness.

The morning rays hit your eyes gently, tangible by their warmth,as you forced yourself from another dream of nothing but blank.

You groaned as your cat,Didi, comes running towards you: purring, meowing and chirping in pure happiness. You knew the reason she does this; your previous cat, Martha or Dildo- your roommate Sergiu called her that because of her dickish attitude with him- used to do this everytime so the little one, Didi, just followed her mother's lead.

Everytime she does that is like a small needle stabs at your heart especially when just 2 weeks passed since Martha died of old age- the black cat was adopted when she was senior, abused and malnourished, your heart knew you couldn't leave her to be laid to rest like a nothing. You adopted her, she bit you and you petted her, she hissed you hugged her, you did everything you could think of to show love even brush her fur with a wet toothbrush end to mimic sweet kisses coming from her mom. The cat soon realized that and started living again. Cautious of your other 3 roommates, cuddly with you.

Anyway, you got sidetracked with reminiscing. You heard your friends in the kitchen, Sabrina throwing away the take out boxes and Sergiu preparing some tea, probably to calm his stomach after all the spicy curry he ate last night.

You fixed the oversized white t-shirt and pull the marine blue shorts out of your bottoms, Didi already waiting you by the door.

You all, Sabrina,Sergiu,Ace and you, live in a quaint apartment, turned from campus housing, right next to one of the malls of the city. It had two small bathrooms, a living room , three petite bedrooms ,a tiny kitchen, a rounded balcony and a hallway. It was much smaller than your family home but it was in a central zone where your family home was outside the city's boundaries. You chose it not only because you wanted to spare your family from driving you to university but also because you needed your freedom, your space. Your parents were very understanding of that.

-Y/n e trează? ( "Is Y/n awake?") Ace asked as he sipped on his black cofee.

Without, he would pretty much be a grumpy hedgehog with spiky tealish mohawk. And who wouldn't love that?

-Nu încă, ah! Uite-o! ("Not yet,ah! There she is") Sabrina exclaimed, getting up to hug you and leaving the smoking tea cup by the window.

"Hello." You said ,voice grungy and eyes shut from the light.

You felt the warm hands of your Arabic friend on your face filled with moles and couple of marks from recently popped pimples, you let yourself be engrossed into it ,the touch starvation you carry like a cross chosing for you.

You hear her laugh, she always had a pretty laugh and a prettier smile . She was the beauty of the group, with big puffy sand yellow curls, brown skin with red undertones and black eyes who glow in pure happiness. She was stunning and a sweetheart with an obsession on the colour red and butterflies.

"Someone is needy." Ace teased.

"Shut up or I will staple those hair triangles on your scalp. "

You wanted to say something better but Sabrina then started massaging your lower face in a circular manner with her thumb. You knew you couldn't do anything anymore except melt.

-Anyway ,unde e Sergiu? ("Anyway, where is Sergiu?")

-Ți-o făcut ceai, cane e pervaz. S-o dus până sus să o ajute pe Florentina.("He made you tea, the cup is on the windowsill. He went upstairs to help Florentina.") He said, taking another sip of his cup.

-Ooooh, Florentina. You two began as Ace shook his head in amusement.

You and Sabrina were known to be ruthless in your teasing of the guitarist with long brown locks and beard.

Florentina was a crush of his, a freshman in the University of Arts who played the violin beautifully. Small,with olive skin, long red hair keept in a 1960s hairstyle and green petite with a triangular shaped face. She was a sweetie with a love for fantasy book ,autumn and ferrets.

-Oh, yeah?

-Dup, iubitul ei se mută cu ea. ("Yup, her boyfriend moves in with her")

-Oh.

Ace sucked in his lip ,his face filled with disappointment just like theirs now.

-That sucks.

-Numai spune,Sabrina.("You don't say,Sabrina")

Just then, the door clicked shut. Sergiu is back, this will be awkward.

-Ce vă uitați așa la mine?("Why are you looking at me like that?")

Neither of them could properly looked into the warm brown eyes of the man whose glow seemed to fade a bit, Sergiu was a stubborn man who shut his feelings deep inside, only through his song you could tell he was suffering. Just like you, I suppose.

-Am auzit...("We heard...")

You bit your lips as your long fingers played with each other, twisting and tugging while your nerves grew. Last thing you wanted was another fight where you all force the man to open up. He had suicidal tendencies, sometimes he came too close to actually do it but you were there and you needed to be there now too, even if he doesn't like being taking care of.

Sergiu rolled his eyes at you, his heart hurt from how rigid your posture was, eyes were worried about him but also scared, teeth grinding themselves not out of anger but out of care and fear.

He knew you hated arguments and shouts with dying passion. You always cried when someone raised their voice in less than friendly manner, you hated this reaction of complete terror, you hated looking weak but now you hated letting your friend burn himself because of an unfortunate love triangle. So you swallowed your nerves and braved on, it's about him ,not you.

Sergiu wanted to protect you all from this negativity, especially you and Ace. You had a big event to organise , Ace's sex reassignment surgery is coming up soon. You both have your own problems to dwell ,you didn't need to have him as one too.

However somewhere in his head, a voice telling him that he was wrong ,that voice that took the shape of you in the night of July.

You were crying, your grey hoodie wet from the rain as you cling desperately to him, not daring to move.

He was the reason why you crying, why you yelled profanities our of worry for what he was about to do. He...He tried to throw himself off a bridge ,the same bridge you two first shared your kiss.

That dark episode still irked your minds in the darker moments, late in the night nothing but your mind to keep you company and that's torture in itself.

You thought you could help him, change whatever hurts him and make it go away. That was your biggest mistake, you can't change a person that's not your duty , your duty was to support them through tough times and help them see the light at the end of the dark tunnel. A duty you solemnly swore to uphold even if he didn't liked you to. There's no fucking way you let him do that again,not if you can be there for him. Like he was always there for you, your big guardian with a guitar that spews flames in shape of songs.

-Y/n..

-Te rog, Sergiu. Nu ascunde. ("Please, Sergiu. Don't hide.")

Your eyes were desperate for him to talk it out in any shape or form. They implore for him to vent, to not hid between fake lies like " I am okay" or "I'm fine."

-Bine,bine. Tu ești șefa. ("Fine,fine. You're the boss.")

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They talked and talked and cried and laughed and cried again. A never ending circle of venting ,small earthquakes which instead of fracturing the friendship , it onlyakes it stronger as it should.

-Te simți mai bine?("You feeling better?") Your voice ran timidly on the top of your apartment building, watching over the brutalist styled architecture.

-Un pic, doare știi dar asta îmi arată cât de îndrăgostit sunt de ea. Iubirea adevărată pentru mine nu se referă doar la a iubi doar dacă te iubește reciproc, nu , să iubești fără să forțezi persoană să te iubească înapoi. Să îi porți de grijă, să o protejezi, să o ajuți fără să fi un egoist, fără să te aștepți să fi iubit înapoi. ("A little, it hurts you know but this shows how much I love her. True love for me doesn't mean to love just so they will love you back, no, to love someone without forcing them to love you back. To care for them, to protect them, to help them without being an egotistic, to love without expecting to be loved back.")

-Poetic.

He laughed at that , starring at the setting sun ,his lit cigar forgotten fumed between his painted fingers. His hair blown gently by the wind , he looked like a masterpiece.

-Scuze..pentru tot.("Sorry...for everything. ")

-N-ai de ce. Mi-ai făcut chec până la urmă așa că balanța eternă este restabilită.("You don't have a reason to be. You made me chek in the end and thus the eternal balance is restored.") You joked, munching quietly on the piece of cake, his jacket keeping you warm.

-Haha. Cine ar fi crezut că checul are fi o gustare bună când îți dai vent.("Haha. Who would have thought that chek will be a good snack when you vent.")

Indeed, who would have thought of that but one who cried in the sore days filled with heart ache.

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Hey,guys!💖

Hope you like the third part of the serie, I wanted to focus on "your life" and your friends backgrounds this time. The translations are not 100% word to word but enought to give you context.

Anyway, I hope you like it. Stay safe!

Tagged 💗💗:@moolujk @gaysludge @simonsbluee @yoyoanaria @cherry-piee @magenta-skyline @yikesyikesyikes95

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What are your thoughts on merope? She seems like out all the people she could of given burth too the dark lord is like strange?? I know he can't feel love cus the love potion but we have people like that already who don't murder people. I just dont get why she's him mother. She seemed like a sad lonely person not at all like her son but perhaps im just looking too deep into it

I am conflicted about Merope, but ultimately not a fan.

Before I go any further, I want to say that I do not believe for one second, this idea that your ability to love can be compromised by being conceived under the effects of a love potion. I think that was meant to be pure symbolism and not anything mechanical that actually affected him in-story. J.K. Rowling has had quite a few problematic takes in recent memory, but even if that's what she had in mind and I sort of doubt it was, I'm just going to ignore it and treat it as symbolism instead. Being "unable to love" has always been code for "irredeemable" in the Potterverse, and overall that idea would send a horrific and unacceptable message about people who are born as the products of rape.

Which ah...brings me to Merope, and to her crimes. Look, on some level I do feel for her. She was blatantly abused by her brother and her father. It seems very clear that this was not just emotional but probably physical. She was treated like dirt, like a slave, and it seems as though her magic suffered as a result. Which led to more abuse from her racist relatives who called her a squib, and the whole thing circulated in a vicious feedback loop. For all we know, there was sexual abuse too. Dumbledore makes a point of telling us that the Gaunts were inbred. I genuinely love that Merope just left with nothing but a note for her father explaining that she was gone. She got herself out of that situation, and good for her. But um...yeah, we need to talk about what she did to Tom Riddle Senior.

I know, I know. He was a rich asshole who looked on those in poverty with disdain. His parents owned pretty much everything and he was probably the "Jeff Bezos" type of personality. And he abandoned his baby! So he's just a terrible human being, right? Well uh...not entirely. Because even though he left Merope with the baby and didn't stay or support her...why should we expect him to? Merope abducted him and kept him enslaved, just as she herself had once been, and there can be no room for misinterpretation here, she sexually abused him. She was pregnant with his baby, so she used that love potion to its fullest effect. Not to mention, this pregnancy would eventually grow up into the son that would track him down and murder him. So Merope's actions, however indirectly, led to Tom Sr's death.

I'm not surprised, ultimately, that Merope did what she did. Her case is like Ismelda Murk's brought to the absolute extreme. She was emotionally scarred and all alone, and she had a crush on Tom Sr. She just wanted to be loved and she had the power to make him "love" her. But she also knew it wasn't real and I think that's why she set him free. Whether this was do to her own selfishness of wanting him to love her "for real" or because she felt guilty for what she had done to him...who knows. It doesn't really change that she kidnapped him, brainwashed him, and kept him as a slave for what had to be close to a year. I don't want to say that she got what was coming to her, but she kind of did. Being left alone was the consequence of her choices.

Merope didn't deserve to die alone, no one does. She didn't deserve to be ripped off by Borgin and Burke's. But she made her own bed, and I don't really feel sympathy for her beyond fear for that baby. Even knowing who the baby would become. No, there's a lot of storytelling genius to the tragedy that was Voldemort's origin, but realistically it had very little to do with his actual fall to the dark side, because he never knew either of his parents. I will admit that he seemed to be leaning toward darkness even as a young boy, and they even say that he never cried. So I can understand why some might think he was "born bad" but truthfully, no one is born bad. I never cried as a baby either. Tom Riddle was a deeply disturbed child who probably could have turned out to be a marginally better person and never inflicted the destruction on the world that he did, if only he had gotten the help that he badly needed. But it was never to be.

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I dont really like myself rn. I gained a lot of weight bc of the pandemic and depression and I don't like how my clothes look on me. I feel miserable. I break out all the time and tried every face wash and nothing. I can't learn what I want to learn cus my brain just doesn't get it and I give up so quickly. And its making me even more depressed. I want to do something about it but most days I don't even want to do anything. I hate myself and idk what to do now

oh lovebug. first of all, i want you to go look at yourself in a mirror and see yourself. see your eyes? they’re still the same eyes they always were. your smile? still that same smile. the way your eyes crinkle when you laugh? that’s the same too. and all those little things, the sparkle of your eye, the shape of your smile, the sound of your laugh, those things are the things that ultimately make you, you. weight may change and pimples happen, but those things do not subtract from the beauty that is you. please try to hold on to this. this time has been very stressful and unlike anything anyone has faced before in our lives. you’re surviving it. be patient with yourself and try to not be so upset with yourself. show yourself patience and kindness and be proud that you’re getting through this. i know what it’s like to look in the mirror and feel so unlike yourself it’s almost as if a stranger is staring back at you. but try to remember that all those things that make you the beautiful person you are are still there, and that they’ll never leave. try to hold onto that. when the negative thoughts get to be too loud, try to drown them out with your favorite music or tv show or youtube channels. tell the anxiety, the depression, all those thoughts “i feel you, and the feelings you bring forward are valid, but i’m not going to let them take over and engulf me completely.” saying it outloud like this gives you power and takes away the power from the negative thoughts. “i feel you, you’re valid, but i will not let you consume me.” just like that. these small, simple things can and will help. i’m so sorry you’re having such a hard time right now and i know it can feel almost hopeless at times, but remember you yourself are not hopeless. this time will pass and better things are waiting for you in the future. please hold on to that. and please know you are not alone. i’m always here if you need to talk 💗

[nightowlfandom]

Requested- Jungkook- Man-Child

Okay everyone, I shouldn't have to repeat it BUT I WILL MOFUCKAS, PROMPT LIST RIGHT HERE!. I'd also like to make it very clear that I have not forgotten about the requests prior to this one first. I just wanted to do this one.

I may have misinterpreted what you wanted and made Jungkook getting his wisdom teeth removed the subject of this, which is most likely the exact opposite of what you wanted, so I am very sorry in advance. I figured you didn't include any details, and the prompt went so well with the idea.

So lets just say this is horny Jungkook!

9- Stop Pretending to be asleep

10- Could we go four seconds without you being annoying?

20- I'm bored, wanna fuck?

22- I can't kiss you the way I want.

"This isn't fair!" a grumpy Jungkook followed the dentist (or is it called the orthodontist?) to you where you were sitting. "Y/N this monster hurt me!"

"He's still under th-" the woman began before you held up a hand in understanding.

"Don't even gotta say it." you shook your head and laughed at your pouting boyfriend. Suddenly Jungkook began leaning against you, like a very large dog wanting to be pet. Making the doctor giggle at how cute you two were. Always good to see young people in love.

"Y/N! It's not fair." Jungkook whined. "I can't kiss you the way that I want." he pouted. "Plus my mouth kinda really hurts"

"No, baby. Not for a while." you mentally groaned at the thought of having to take care of this man-child for the next few days. It was like when he got a fever and wouldn't leave your side. "Thanks Doc." you watched as she laughed at your boyfriend ,clinging to you like you were a tree.

"No problem. Of anything goes wrong, just call." she gave you a small sheet of paper.

Replace gauze, flush mouth to wash excess blood (okay ew!) , very soft foods only... Fuck this was gonna be a long week.

...

"Y/N!" Jungkook poked your cheek. You were currently focused on something, reading the words on your computer screen when Jungkook decided he wanted to bother you. "Y/N!" he whined.

"Yes, Jungkook?" you looked over at your currently chubby cheeked lover, annoyance filled your face. "Do you need something?" he had his roll of gauze in his hand, face full of confusion.

"I don't know how to replace my gauze." he whined. The anesthetic had worn off but he was still acting like a child. "Help me." he pouted. "You have to take care of me remember!?"

Oh you couldn't stay mad at that face.

"Okay, but we have to flush your mouth too." you closed your laptop and turned towards him. Not even halfway through day two and he was already a mess.

"Okay baby." he winked. As you got up to walk past him, you felt a slap on your ass. This cheeky motherfuc-

...

"Y/N...hey! Y/N! Stop pretending to be asleep." you heard a whine stir you from your slumber. You had crashed on the couch after a search for foods Jungkook could actually eat while he was recovering. "Y/N!" Jungkook whined again. "Please??"

"Yes, Jungkook?" you opened your eyes, failing to hide your annoyance.

"I'm bored, wanna fuck?" he posed the question that made you go wide eyed. This guy would not give up. He asked you this twice within the same hour, now was a third. "I want you sooo bad baby. I wanna be inside you, wanna feel you, wanna make you cu-"

"Jungkook you're recovering, that last thing I'd want is for your bloody gauze to fall out of your mouth." you ran a hand through his hair. "Plus even if I wanted to...I wouldn't."

"But why? There's nothing else to do!" he crawled a top of you, pinning your hands aboved your head. "How long am I supposed to go without feeling you?"

"Until your mouth heals." you kissed his nose. "Until then, you are stuck pal."

"I'm so bored though!." he groaned. "Also I haven't had seaweed rice in forever!!"

"Jungkook, it's only been two days since your procedure.. You sighed. "It hasn't been that long."

"Easy for you to say, you aren't the one with a bloodu gross mouth." he pouted.

"Stoo talking so much and maybe your mouth wouldn't be gross!" you mocked his tone.

"Rude!"

"I love you, I really do, but could we go four seconds without you being annoying? It's a real pain in the butt." you said. "Plus your pelvis is crushing me!" you pushed him off you.

"RUDE!" he landed on his butt. "I will have you Y/N!"

...

"Whatcha doin?" Jungkook snuck behind you in the bathroom. You had just finished washing your face when Jungkook snuck up behind you. He wrapped his arms around your waist, prompting you to turn around. You had just came back from dinner with your friends and were currently fighting the urge to set the skirt you were wearing aflame. When you came back Yoongi had told you he was close to jumping off the roof he was so fed up. Not to mention he had to wrestle Jungkook to the ground to flush his mouth, which ended with him losing a shoe in the process. You owed him dinner or something.

"What are you doing?" you raised a brow. You were becoming suspicious as his sudden wandering hands.

"Just because we can't do anything together doesn't mean I can't do anything to you." he smirked at you through the mirror. The swelling of his cheeks went down significantly, but that didn't change anything. His hand slid under your skirt and-

"Oh yes it does!" you pinched his ear.

"Ow! Y/N! Stop it! Owww!" he whined as you pulled him out of the bathroom and sat him down on the bed.

" I have had just about enough of your horny ass!" you griped. "What part of recovery did you not understand!" you began scolding him.

"The part where it didn't dawn on you that this is the longest we've spent together since the month started." he pouted, looking down at his shoes.

Oh...fuck he was right. Shit.

"Kookie." you sighed, sitting on his lap. You brushed the stray hairs from his face. "I know we haven't spent much time together, with your career and all." you sighed. "But you know what recovery means. Yes, I miss you...but this is also very important and if waiting for you to get better also means I have to wait for other things...then so be it."

Jungkook groaned again, burying his forehead into your neck. "I can't kiss you, I can't go down on you, I can't feel my cheeks, I can't eat sushi rice!" he complained.

You scratched the back of Jungkook's head, rolling your eyes.

"You can do all these things when." you poked his chest. "You." poke "recover!" poke.

Another groaned and Jungkook fell back onto the bed.

"At least be my pillow for a while." he sighed. You didn't argue as he began softly snoring.

"Sweet dreams...you big baby."