#one of the most aesthetically pleasing and elegant birds ever

[ornithological]

a flock of pied avocets (recurvirostra avosetta) in flight over the ebro delta, spain

[tfyoulookingatgiuxs]

Hello!

Could you possibly do a cute opposites attract for Billy Hargrove? Not like a nerd reader, more like a flower child in a way. I think the idea would be very cute and funny.

I hope you have a great day!

•Interesting. I've never written something like this but I'm determined to be happy to try. In any case, I am ready to satisfy your request again. I want to point out how the word "flower child" stuck in my mind, making the reader a true flower child, in the literary sense. I hope you like it!

Sunflower

Billy Hargrove x FlowerChild!Reader

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: The late warm spring afternoon in Hawkins looked spectacular. The flowers were blooming and the sweet breeze touched you making you feel like you were in a fairy tale. But the day had other plans in mind for you and you never thought you would find him.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Fluff, slight angst? fem!reader, no use of Y/N, your surname is Williams, bad language, opposite attract, sigarettes, daddy issue.

𝐀/𝐍: Request from @unamused-boss ,I hope I have satisfied your request! I apologize for any errors and I also hope that I have exceeded your expectations. Sorry for my english this is not my native language. Please support and reblog! Hope you enjoy this one. (DIVIDER NOT MINE)

It was a late afternoon in Hawkins. Spring had just begun and the flowers had just bloomed, coloring an isolated part of the forest forgotten by everyone. It was like an enchanted place, you had to go through the woods to get there but you didn't mind walking a bit. It felt like a real paradise, it was like your secret place. No one could get there, only you knew how to get in and you knew how to get out.

Every day after school you go there. School could be hard and going there among the greenery and flowers made you happy and let your emotions shine through.

The flowers that surrounded you were all sunflowers, a truly infinite field, with the presence of a few daisies.

You had always been a girl with elegant feminine tastes, high grades but also a strong and difficult character. Nothing could make you happier than nature and flowers in general. You had a nice green thumb, you knew how to grow and plant. This is due to the fact that your uncle worked for a long time in the countryside and when you went to visit him for the holidays there was always something new to learn.

Today you headed there once again, full of happiness. The sun warmed you as you walked through the green tall grass. You sat down, letting the fresh air and surrounding sounds carry you away. The wind, the birds singing..."Holy shit!" you heard in the distance. You reopened your eyes in confusion and saw something you never expected to see. Someone had managed to get to your secret place. The worst thing? It was Billy Hargrove.

Billy Hargrove was a boy who went to the same school as you, he was lazy, didn't work hard at school and only thought about having fun and going to parties drinking like crazy. Besides this, he was also a very attractive boy, with long blond curls and crystal blue eyes and a nice physique. In short, aesthetically he was very handsome, you couldn't deny it, but otherwise he wasn't really your type, he was your opposite, you couldn't hope to get along with him.

You hadn't spoken to him much, you had only tutored him last year to help him with his grades. Needless to say, he tried to persuade you by convincing you to do his homework but luckily you were smarter than him. Now he had improved, but it was clear that he didn't want to study or think about his future.

From the way he was fidgeting you could tell he got lost "Hey!" He screamed as soon as he saw you, most likely he didn't recognize you. You stood up from where you were sitting as the skirt of your white dress fluttered. Billy looked at your figure, you were more enchanting than ever and perhaps he had never noticed it until now. You got closer and Billy did the same thing. "Look who's here, Williams." he said sarcastically "Nice to see you Hargorve" you also added a note of sarcasm but still keeping a certain lightness in your words "You can call me Billy" he winked at you and you rolled your eyes.

To be clear. You don't hate him. You know he was teasing you and obviously you didn't get carried away by his games. He was just different and as much as you might hope for redemption from him, you had to accept the fact that Billy Hargorve was the same old bad boy who will never change, and that everything good he had is gone.

"Did you get lost by any chance?" You asked looking at the field and he took a cigarette out of his pocket and you ignored him "What do you say? Do you think I'm a guy who loves remote places?" He looked at you with an obvious look as he lit his cigarette. The nauseating smell of tobacco pervaded you while with one hand you tried to get rid of the bad smell "No, but apparently you love the woods. In short, to come here you have to go through the woods, so excuse me if I ask you, but what do were you doing there?" Billy didn't answer you for a moment, he could have said "it's none of your business" or "Don't mind any fucking business that doesn't concern you Williams" in a more vulgar way, but he didn't. Even though he could be harsh, he wasn't that bad after all and it wasn't appropriate to use such forced language in front of a damsel.

"I was... walking" he didn't add anything else while his curls fluttered a little from here to there. From his tone you felt like he wanted to tell you something, but he decided not to. Maybe he had a rough day? Or maybe he's just in a bad mood? You've started to speculate. Although curious about what that walk meant, you decided not to say anything else and responded with a simple "Okay" and then silence fell.

"And you? Why are you here? Is the little damsel lost too?" You crossed your arms at his typical womanizer nickname "Oh no. I'm not lost. I come here often" He raised an eyebrow as he blew smoke from his plump lips "Why? What's great about being here looking at nothing?" You laughed slightly "You can't look at anything! Being here relaxes me and helps me to... detach myself from reality" you said the last words with a sense of sadness.

Life could be really mean and even cruel, and the worst thing is when you have no one to ask for help. When you think that nothing can help you get up and move forward, but in the end you understand that even something abstract or something concrete like an object, or anything that is not human can help you in your difficulties. Yours was nature, this secret place of yours that you wished you had discovered sooner. Few perhaps couldn't understand what you find so beautiful in plants or landscapes, and honestly not even you could explain it. Billy, on the other hand, remained silent and looked at you and then threw his cigarette on the ground and crushed it with his foot "Nonsense, you can't detach yourself from reality" his tone was serious and you looked at his features, he was angry? No. He was injured.

"As much as you try, reality is always there, you can't ignore it, much less detach yourself from it..." he continued and then he met your eyes and let out a cough "...so, Here. I find it difficult to understand what you find here Williams, maybe you're strange" he finished the sentence as if nothing had happened, as if what he had said before didn't matter. You approached him and Billy looked at you carefully "Can't you? Or maybe you don't want to?" Hargrove looked at you as if shocked "From the way you speak it's as if you want to detach yourself from reality, but you decide not to, is it perhaps because you're more worried about what happens in reality? As if every little distraction could cause something bad than not can you ignore it?" At that moment, a face never known to you formed on the face of the boy with golden curls, a different Billy you had never seen before. It was like vulnerable...

“I'm sorry, maybe this makes you uncomfortable.” You panicked. You hadn't even realized your words let alone that maybe it might make Billy uncomfortable in some way. You tried to compose yourself and walked away, changing the subject "Now I can take you back out of the woods, I know the way to-"

“My father” you were interrupted by his voice which now seemed to have taken on a different tone “What?”

"My father i can't ignore." You didn't say anything, letting him continue "I always tried to think about other things, maybe focusing on going out for parties or going to basketball games. But when I did that, my father made my life even worse, making it total shit" the wind blew was lowered and Billy in the meantime leaned with his back on a nearby tree "You're right when you say that 'I would like to detach myself from reality but I can't' because I realized that I can't do it..." his words were so genuine, so sincere, but at the same time so suffering. It was as if the Billy you knew wasn't there. They weren't his words, yet they came out of his mouth.

Instinctively you placed your light hand on his forearm and he looked back into your eyes "It's never too late to try again Billy. Don't let just one person ruin you, because then you'll end up regretting it" you replied and then you smiled. He wasn't convinced, but you were willing to let him know. You gently grabbed his hand and he let you do it, as if he was enchanted by your touch "Come with me" you said and together you walked through what was the field of sunflowers.

"You know, the first time I ended up here I thought how the day couldn't get any worse. I was lost too. But I don't think I found a better place to be" the blue-eyed boy looked around and he was like carefree "Here you don't have to fear anything, here you are safe and not even your father can hurt you" you reassured him and your hands melted. Hargrove continued to remain silent and then sat up enjoying the wind caressing his face and simply nodded.

"Can I tell you something Williams?" You nodded "Sure" he got up and took a sunflower and cut off the stem. You felt bad when the flowers were pulled down but you decided not to say anything. He looked at it carefully and then glanced at you "You like flowers right?" You nodded again "So much" Billy continued to stare at you and then with his free hand he placed a lock of your hair behind your ear, placing the flower in the same place "Then you will know what the sunflower means" your cheeks turned red admiring Billy's face with enchantment "I'll give it to you, it suits you" your heart stopped beating for a moment when the boy with golden curls smiled at you and then walked away.

You watched his figure. The sunflower symbolized the sun, therefore the light of life. When you gave a sunflower to a person it was to tell them how sunny and cheerful they are. You didn't think Billy was capable of such a gesture or even that he knew the meaning of the flower. Apparently you didn't know Billy Hargrove for all intents and purposes.

What was it you said? "As much as you could hope for redemption from him, did you have to accept the fact that Billy Hargorve was the usual bad boy who will never change, and that everything good he had was lost?" It turns out you were very wrong.

"So, will you help me out of the woods or not?" He turned around noticing that you weren't following him "Yes" You shook your head coming back to earth "You must not tell anyone what I told you, I would like it to stay between us, clear Williams?" You nodded, laughing.

From that day on you began to see Billy Hargrove with different eyes.

[luna-the-moth]

Lucifer, Leviathan, and Satan with a Plant-Loving S/O (SFW)

I accidentally deleted the ask, but here’s what was requested: @hey-its-spades : Hello! For Levi, Lucifer, and Satan if you dont mind uwu . Mc has a knack for plants and has taken it upon themselves to put plants everywhere. ( hanging from ceilings,crawling ivy on outside walls,in the kitchen, library, even luci's study.) All the rooms look a liytle greener and None of them say anything but the student body is saying that it makes the old place look alive and home-y. It makes mc really happy.       

Oh I adore this ask! SFW, with a GN! reader. I’m assuming by student body you mean the HoL residents? Since almost nobody outside the household residents visit there. I got really carried away with Levi and the Lucifer angst as well-

My vampire poll for the OM characters

My ask box is open, but please read my rules and guidelines before requesting! Please send them in my ask box, as I can keep track of requests better.  Reblogs, likes, and comments are greatly appreciated!

Lucifer, Leviathan, and Satan with a Plant-Loving Reader (SFW)

Prologue/basics for all of them:

Ever since you came to the HoL, you decided that it was too....lifeless.

Sure, there were bright candles lighting the halls, but the house was devoid of any life, besides the brothers and Henry.

So you took it upon yourself to decorate, of course!

While many human world plants didn’t fare well in the Devildom due to the poor soil quality, Lord Diavolo had agreed to bring you enchanted soil, guaranteed to grow any plant.

Regardless of temperature or sunlight needs, whatever plant grew in that soil would flourish to its upmost potential.

Asmo had a great deal of amusement with you decorating, advising you on what colors would fit specific areas of the household, and what species of flowers would bring beautiful symbolism as well.

In the house’s entryway, you left a pair of Strelitzia nicolai (giant bird of paradise) plants, as they added a subtle flair.

With long, stemmed leaves, it contributed a touch of elegance and flair.

On the a few windowsills, you had placed Begonia rex-coltorum (Rex begonias), their dark, vivid, colors standing out.

You had planted crawling ivy on the outside walls, making the house seem more inviting.

Lucifer:

Lucifer hadn’t minded your redecoration, as it had matched well with the house’s aesthetic, adding to the beauty.

In fact, he had quite enjoyed seeing you pore over catalogues and books, deciding which one would fit the space best.

Over the next few weeks, he watched as the House of Lamentation became brighter, more colorful.

It was a nice change, he thought.

However, he was surprised when he had woken up in his study, rose bushes in the corners of his study.

Deep, red roses greeted him as he surveyed his study with a pleased smile.

It was no secret Lucifer adored roses, and he was appalled when he had first arrived in the Devildom, as the soil quality was so poor, it could hardly grow anything.

Which meant he couldn’t grow roses, one of his favorite flowers.

The fact that you had thought about him, and wanted to gift him such a beautiful display, greatly moved the stoic demon.

Making his way to one of the bushes, he took off his gloves and knelt down on one knee.

The soft, sweet fragrance immersed his senses, filling him with memories of laughter, smiles, serenity, and Lilith.

Roses were her favorite flower.

As the memories flooded his mind, Lucifer suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of longing, and his vision became blurred.

He remembered the way Lilith used to brighten up when helping him with his garden, an eager grin ever-present on her face.

The way she would make him a colorful bouquet of roses whenever Michael had given him more stressful tasks than usual.

He quickly wiped a stray tear that had fallen from one of his eyes, and calmed himself.

Taking one of the velvety flowers in his hand, Lucifer gently brought his lips to the flower head, leaving a soft kiss, almost as if it was Lilith’s forehead.

The next time you went over to his study for some tea, he brought you into his arms, bringing you close to him.

Kissing your cheek, he lets a small smile break through his usually-serious facade.

“Thank you for the roses, my love. They compliment my study’s aesthetic nicely.”

Placing a small kiss on your neck, he smirked.

“Perhaps I can thank you with a date tonight?”

Leviathan:

Levi actively enjoyed watching you redecorate the HoL.

It was like one of his favorite games, The Grims! (Yes that was a terrible pun for The Sims.)

He had listened with interest as you went off on the best plants that would fit his aesthetic, and would match well with water.

What caught his attention, was when you brought up the topic of bio luminescent plants.

Of course, they weren’t naturally grown in the human world, but scientists had recently found a way to genetically modify tobacco plants.

In doing so, they had spliced the genes with four fungus genes related to bio luminescence, then carefully cultivated them.

From a seedling to maturity, the plants presented a small glow, visible to the naked eye.

The gene modification had no harmful effects on the plants, and the only difference between the lab-modified plants and wild plants, were height.

The entire time you had explained the plant’s origins passionately, Levi sat in awe, watching as you had gestured your hands in an excited fashion.

So this is what you meant when you had said you enjoyed him being so passionate about an anime or game.

At first, Levi had thought you were merely exaggerating to cheer him up, but as he looks at you now, eyes shining with delight, he understood.

You decided that since you were decorating the HoL, you would decorate Levi’s room as well.

You didn’t have access to the bio-luminescent plants, but you decorated his rooms to the nines nonetheless.

So, you had pooled together your money and resources, to create a mini lily pond for him!

You had miraculously gotten him out of the house, for a cosplay con, in which you had ‘accidentally’ forgotten to buy yourself a ticket.

Which we all know is a lie, you had just not bought one for yourself in order to stay at home, assembling the pond with Solomon’s help.

It was small, enough to fit around 6-7 lily pads/lotuses.

You had carefully grown the lily pads in your room, watching as they eventually bloomed into light, almost ethereal flowers.

By the time Levi came home, you had just finished cleaning up, getting the mud washed from your hands and arms.

Upon seeing the lily pond, Levi’s eyes were wide with amazement and shock.

You created and did this, for him?

Absolutely sets down his handfuls of merch, (gently, mind you) and silently steps over to you.

He does his best to hug you like in anime, wanting you to know how much he appreciates this.

Yes, it may be awkward, but it warms your heart knowing that he stepped out of his comfort zone, just to thank you.

He’s too embarrassed to say it while looking at you, but you can hear his voice as he rests his head against yours.

As he pulls away, a blush is evident on his face, his head turned to the side as he awkwardly places his hand against the back of his neck.

“T-thank you, Y/n. It’s a b-beautiful lily pond.”

Satan:

He fully supported your botanical excursion

After all, he’s always had an affinity for plants.

Whether it be for potions, poisons, or mere decor, Satan had a green thumb, through and through.

If his room weren’t full of books, scriptures, and all sorts of literature, he’d fill it with various plants.

So when you had announced that you were going to re-decorate the HoL with various flora, he was buzzing with excitement.

He gathered every human botanical book he knew of, and started leaving them for you on your desk.

Within a week, you had stacks upon stacks of books, knowledge ready at your disposal.

And so you began to research.

Satan was considerate to leave footnotes in a few of them, like what type would pair well with what color schemes, etc.

You smiled while reading through them, seeing Satan’s elegant handwritten flow across the pages.

Within a few weeks, you had skimmed through the books, thoroughly reading a handful of them.

After ordering the plants you wanted on Azukon, (courtesy of Lord Diavolo’s credit card-) you were eagerly anticipating their arrival.

Especially because a few ‘special items’ were in the package.

After all, you wanted to thank Satan properly for his help.

When the various flora arrived, you had carefully cultivated each of them, encouraging their growth.

Satan had assisted you, monitoring their progress, and making sure none of his brothers ruined them.

The following weekend, Satan had a student council meeting planned, as did the rest of the brothers.

Which left you with the perfect opportunity to set up Satan’s gifts.

In his room, you had placed Senecio rowleyanus (string of pearls) plants, their bright green globes spilling over the bookshelves.

Along with that, were lavender candles, with dried lavender crushed inside.

After all, Satan had always (usually) been the most level-headed out of his brothers, despite his title.

He’s much more than the avatar of wrath, and has gone through painstaking time and trials to overcome that.

That’s why you had picked lavender, which without a doubt, would be noticed by Satan.

When he had come back from the meeting, he was already in a pissy mood, as things didn’t go as planned, ending in an argument between the brothers.

However, when he stepped into his room, seeing lavender candles lit, and garlands of plants over the bookshelves, he immediately broke out in a smile.

A real, genuine smile.

Seeing you sitting on his bed, lavender candles lit, plant garlands stringing down from the bookshelves, it was almost like one of the romance novels he had read...

Quickly, he scooped you up in his arms, spinning you until you were laughing for him to stop.

Finally setting you down to gently kabeddon you, he playfully kisses the corner of your lips.

“Thank you my love, these are absolutely beautiful. I shall preserve these for all eternity.”

[thyrosus]

barks & birthdays.

continued from: here! 🌹 @atypicalsenerio.

LORENZ ARRIVES EARLY, as any good host should, and nothing is ever done in half-measures when under his control. The tablecloth selected is a warm cream, befitting of the summer flowers, and the smell of gardenias that follow in the air. He’d chosen a tea set that Soren might find himself amenable to: nothing so ostentatious as to give him something to complain about, but elegant enough to speak to Lorenz’s aesthetic sensibilities. Misty mountains, pine trees climbing up the sides. The rim is etched in a fine line of forest green; the tea cups and saucers match the landscape, tiny outlines of birds interspersed throughout.

Matching the set: a variety of sweets, and a small army of Lorenz’s own collection of teas, so that they may brew according to Soren’s own taste.

(He would have preferred the consideration of having it prepared, but knowing that it is an ordeal in itself to even get Soren to agree to tea. Some measure of control conceded may well put him at ease, and make their day more pleasant.

Hmph. Lorenz must think like a strategist to get one to agree to even the simplest meeting.)

But, either way: when Soren arrives, roses in tow, Lorenz is prepared.

—When Soren arrives, puppy following behind, and then suddenly underfoot, canine snuffling heard from underneath his carefully-crafted table, he is most certainly not.

“Ah. I did hear through the grapevine you’d suddenly found yourself a companion. Julian is quite a regal name.” Lorenz’s teeth might be the tiniest bit grit. But still, his smile remains in place, rising from his seat to take the flowers in kind.

“A happy birthday to you as well, Soren! My gratitude is immeasurable for your time. It is a strange turn of events that we share the same day of birth, but I believe it may well be fortuitous, to bring our attention to one another. All in good time, of course, but—”

(—Is the dog chewing on his leg underneath the table?)

“Ahem, please. Have a seat. I hope you do not mind if we steep the tea while we talk, but as my guest, I only found it fitting to let you choose our selection. Do you prefer something a little more earthy? A hint of fruit?”

[celestial-fucking-weeb]

Anonymity be Damned

Hi, everyone! This is my first ever fic, and it’s a part of the Citrus Server collab! I’m so excited about it, and I know it’s super self indulgent, but I worked really hard on it and I hope you like it. Please give me feedback and tell me what you like and what I can improve on; also, please be nice to me, I’m a baby.

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Warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, AGED UP (mid twenties), fluff, brief angst, insecurities, smut, body worship, chubby kink, marking (hickies), Papi kink

Pairing: Sero Hanta x chubby!female reader

Taglist: @reinawritesbnha

Prompt: "Masquerade balls were something you’d only ever heard about in movies. You couldn’t deny the prospect was intriguing; donning your most elegant attire, confidence boosted by your anonymity and the intoxication brought on by such a magical atmosphere. You and your fellow partygoers were almost doomed to desire, inhibitions washed away long before the wine and spirits started to flow.

The mystery, majesty, and potential for mischief were far too enticing to resist.

So, when you received an invitation to Midnight’s Masquerade, you didn’t think twice about accepting…"

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Of course, not thinking twice about accepting came back to bite you as soon as the realization set in that you would, in fact, have to go. Suddenly hyper-aware of your need to buy a dress, and knowing how little you enjoy shopping, you call your best girls for the job. A quick text to the groupchat had Mina and Yaomomo screaming with excitement that you were actually asking to go shopping. Jirou and Ochako sharing your apprehension, and Hagakure and Froppy bowing out due to their schedules, but wishing you luck with sweet emojis.

Yaomomo chose the dress shop, under the enthusiastic offer that she’d pay to ensure everyone would receive something from her favorite designers. You knew this was a place only Yaomomo could frequent- beautiful gowns lined every wall, display mannequins donning the most gorgeous dresses, made of the best fabrics with jewels perfectly beaded in, none of which had price tags so as to not “ruin the material” as she had told all of you. Whisking you all into dressing rooms bigger than your entire apartment, the staff practically fawned over each of you, offering assistance, refreshments, recommendations, and- oh fuck- measurements. Nerves shot through your entire body and made you nauseous, ready to make a stupid excuse to leave before your insecurities were announced to your girlfriends. You’ve always been...bigger.

The word tasted bitter on your tongue. The consultant made barely a sound as she pulled out her tape, but you heard it. That little “hm” noise, indicating judgement, knowing that most of their stock isn’t going to fit you properly, what with your plump thighs, soft tummy, squishy arms, the rolls that seemed to stay no matter how many workouts you do..

“We don’t carry plus size gowns, but I’m sure I can find something for you.”

All is confirmed when she says those stupid fucking words with that Joker-esqe smile and that hint of disgust in her tone. ‘I shouldn’t be here, I never should’ve accepted that invitation, why did I even think this was a good idea, the whole thing is for beautiful skinny girls like your friends, this is all a mistake,’ you think to yourself, insecurities and anxiety flooding your brain. Mina’s voice snaps you out of your spiral.

“Excuse me, I don’t believe we asked for your personal opinion on her body. In fact, I believe we only asked for you to do your job, but if you can’t complete such a daunting task, I’m sure there are 20 other people who’d love to take your place.” she grinned, in a tone too perky for her threatening choice of words.

“Also, as I happen to frequent this shop, I know your entire inventory. As such, I know that you do, in fact, carry gowns for each of our sizes. If you can find one to fit my chest, I know you have a variety of gowns to fit my beautiful friend, y/n. I suggest you begin pulling them, as I’m sure you’ve gotten the measurements you need. Now.” This time it’s Yaomomo, handling the situation with dignitary-level finality, before gracefully walking to you with a comforting smile. Ochako wipes a tear you weren’t aware had fallen, attempting to comfort you with false empathy, saying how you two are “practically the same size”, but you know you’re not. It’s comforting nonetheless, having the support of your friend group. Jirou cracks self deprecating jokes to lighten the mood, complaining, “If I have to wear a frilly gown to this bullshit, so do you, y/n. You’re not getting out of this that easy,” and you absolutely know she means it.  

With your spirit slightly renewed and the consultants carrying in a multitude of dresses, you all end up having a blast laughing about how the pink ballgown does not fit Jirou’s aesthetic and the skintight green satin number Ochako tried on would quite literally have Deku passed out on the floor. You giggled with Yaomomo about how certain dresses looked risqué and nearly pornographic on your respective figures. Mina whined about how each dress didn’t have enough glitter, her complaints falling on deaf ears. Over the course of two and a half hours, each of the girls had secured a dress. Mina, in a teal mermaid-style dress with enough sparkle woven into the tulle to blind. Jirou, in a simple deep purple velvet gown that gracefully fell off her shoulders. Ochako, deciding, after much peer pressure, to opt for the green satin to make Deku drool. Yaomomo, in a red gown with beautiful beading, and a deep V neckline. You, on the other hand, were struggling to find something that doesn’t have you hyperfixating on one aspect of your body or another, limiting your breathing and movement so as to not further sink into the mean thoughts swirling around inside your head. The girls have gone into full support staff-mode, bringing you dresses of every cut known to man, offering more champagne to dull the anxieties, Yaomomo even offering to make you a custom dress with her quirk. Jirou sheepishly comes into the room, head down, hoping no one brings attention to the fact that she just sifted through dresses for a good 15 minutes and didn’t hate it, before nudging your soft side. You turn to her, defeated, and ready to give up, when you realize what she’s holding. She’s picked a dress for you, even though she hates shopping anywhere that isn’t blaring music through the speakers and dimly lit. You smile sweetly at her shy offering, reaching out to take it before she pulls back.

“No, I have an idea… I know it’s easy to look at your insecurities before the dress is all the way on, and I think you should let us help you into it with your eyes closed… Then, when you turn around to the mirror, you can see all the beautiful parts, like we do!” She looks down at the floor as she mutters the words, as though she’s embarrassed to be so soft and sweet.

“THAT’S A GREAT IDEA, JIROU! OH MY GOD, Y/N, YOU HAVE TO LET US DRESS YOU, IT’LL BE JUST LIKE CINDERELLA WITH THE BIRDS AND THE MICE, COME ONNN…” Mina bounces up and down, grabbing your hands and pleading, knowing you never say no when she gives you such excited eyes.

“Uh… fine… Yeah, I guess it couldn’t hurt. It’s not like I have anything to lose.” You shyly whisper, looking away.

If it were anyone else, you’d never want them to see you getting dressed, soft tummy and extra squish uncovered, leaving you vulnerable to their judgement. But these are your best friends, you’d known them for years. They’d held your hair on your 21st birthday, and cuddled into bed with you when you were crying over unrequited love. They’ve had your back, they’d never make fun of you, and Jirou chose this dress all special for you, you couldn’t say no. With that, you turned around and closed your eyes, arms out and waiting for them to help you into whatever Jirou had deemed right for you.

“Okay, y/n, almost done, just have to zip this last part up and… DONE!” Mina and Yaomomo stepped back from their positions holding the sides and pulling the zipper, respectively. Finally admiring the you in the dress, there was a moment of absolute silence. You started shifting uncomfortably, wondering just how horrible you looked if they didn’t even have words to describe it. Ochako was the first to break the quiet and a teary-sounding “You’re so beautiful, y/n.”, followed by Mina’s signature squeals of excitement. Yaomomo clasped her hands together and began ranting about “how gorgeous you looked” and “how perfect the dress was” and “how she didn’t even know they had this one yet”. Jirou, sensing your anxious shifting, finally told you to open your eyes and turn around with a hand on your shoulder, the satisfied smirk on her face audible in her now assured voice.

“Oh… wow…” was all you could manage to say, eyes wide as you saw yourself in the full length mirror. This was, in all honesty, the first time you felt beautiful in years. The dress did nothing to hide your body- no- it somehow managed to accentuate every single curve in the most beautiful way possible. The gown was black, made from silk and taffeta, with some built in structure, and oh so soft. Simultaneously comfortable, secure, and elegant, the strapless gown mimicked a one shoulder, right side jutting up in an asymmetrical style and the left dipping just low enough to show your cleavage before cascading down your curves, hugging each roll of your body gently, showing off your figure and flowing down to the floor with a slit up your thigh, only visible when you walked and showing the ample flesh of your hip and thigh. God, it was perfect. You felt strong and classy and sexy and beautiful. Turning to Jirou, you pull her into your chest and hug her, thanking her a thousand times for finding it.

“Whoa, hey, okay… I’m glad you like it, you look absolutely beautiful. But- um- hey, can you let go? I’m suffocating in titties here.” Jirou laughed, genuinely struggling to breathe in your embrace.

“Oh shit, sorry, Jirou! I’m just so happy, I love it so much! I kinda forgot you can’t breathe when I do that…” You chuckle nervously, releasing her from your embrace.

“Yay! Okay, now that everyone has a dress, let’s go purchase them and get some food. I’m starving!” Yaomomo pitches the idea, and everyone agrees, excited to hurry out of the shop for a meal.

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The day had finally come, and your nerves felt fried. The other girls all had dates; Momo and Jirou deciding to go together, Ochako with Deku, even Mina was going with Kaminari. But here you were, riding in the car service alone, makeup absolutely flawless, complete with falsies and red lipstick that was the perfect shade to stand out against your skin. Such a shame no one was going to be benefiting from your efforts tonight, although the thought that your longtime crush, Sero Hanta, would be in attendance was enough to urge you to adjust your carefully placed mask, ensuring your anonymity and polishing your confidence. Sero had been in your friend group since high school, and was the first person you truly warmed up to upon your acceptance into the group. You quickly became the “shy little sister” to the loud ones in the group: Bakugou, Kaminari, Kirishima, and Mina. Jirou and Sero were more your speed; quieter, more laid back and chill, with great senses of humor that not everyone was privy to. With Jirou as your designated best friend, Sero was proclaimed the unrequited love interest. You friendzoned yourself almost immediately, assuming Sero wouldn’t go for a girl like you, not when he was tall, dark, handsome, and muscular. A budding pro hero wouldn’t want you, not with your shy insecurities and soft body…

Little did you know, Sero had been pining after you since the beginning, flirting with you subtly in hopes that you’d express your interest. Eyes wandering down your curves during movie nights, taking in your too-small shorts and how your oversized shirt would raise just enough to see your little tummy pouch, wishing his face was buried between your plump thighs, praying he would be able to leave hickeys on every delicious roll, pleading he could see those cute chubby cheeks covered with tears while your plush lips wrapped around his cock… No- he couldn’t think of you like that. After all, you never returned his flirting, and there’s no way you’d like him when you could crush on manlier guys like Kirishima and Bakugou. ‘He was just a “dollar store Spiderman”, as Bakugou liked to call him, just a guy… Nothing special…’ he thought to himself as he adjusted his own mask in the bathroom mirror at the gala. His friends had all confirmed that you were coming, and that you were coming alone (said by Kaminari while wiggling his eyebrows). Every other person in the group had a date, including Bakugou and Kirishima, who had to practically drag the former to the event in the first place. He was the only one “stagging it”, aside from you, who would no doubt attract attention and end up going home with some flashy hero higher ranked than he was. He sighed, adjusting his tux jacket and cufflinks, and exited into the main ballroom to get a drink.

You walked into the venue, checked in, and stood frozen outside the ballroom entrance. You adjusted your mask, steeled your nerves, and squared your shoulders, reminding yourself how absolutely gorgeous you looked and donning your best “bad bitch” aura. You strut into the place like you own it, suddenly very aware of how many people there are, scanning for familiar faces as you sway your luscious hips to maintain your balance in your heels.

“Holy fuck... “  Sero utters, jaw slack and eyes locked on you. You’re so perfect, breasts bouncing with every step, thighs and tummy jiggling, soft smile gracing your face. He’s staring, and Kaminari has to elbow him to wipe the drool from the side of his mouth before you get there. You’re equally as enchanted, seeing Sero in his black fitted tuxedo, crushed velvet lapels, tapered pants making his quads look positively biteable, crisp white shirt tailored over his pecs, black bowtie (slightly crooked, very fitting of his personality) and mask obscuring his face, leaving him as nothing more than a handsome stranger. A  yellow pocket square catches your attention, reminding you of your favorite hero in his costume. You smirk to yourself, knowing you chose yellow gold heels specifically because they reminded you of him.

“See something you like, Sero-buddy? You’re staring so hard, you’d think she was God.” Kaminari punches Sero in the ribs, trying to break the spell. “Maybe you should talk to her, finally get over your crush on y/n by getting under someone else.” he winks, completely unaware that he’s talking about you in both respects.

“Uh… I don’t know, man. I think I’ll give it a minute, maybe grab another drink and enjoy the party for a while. I’m not trying to start hitting on some random chick just yet, though hot she may be.” Sero laughs, rubbing the back of his neck like he always does when he’s nervous. He diverts his eyes down to his drink, downs the rest of the liquid, then focuses back on you. You wait at the bar for your drink of choice, aware of that beautiful stranger still staring and leaning against the counter just enough to push your ass out. You hear him nearly choke on his drink, and move around the party satisfied with yourself.

A few drinks later, you find yourself on the dance floor, watching from the edge and lightly swaying to the music. A masked man with shaggy black hair, who you can only assume to be pro hero Grand, given his mask barely covered a fourth of his face probably only worn to fit the theme, approached you for a dance, hand extended and bowing at the waist.

“A lady as beautiful as yourself shouldn’t be a wallflower. Care to dance?” he asks, voice low and alluring, looking down at you with a mischievous glint in his deep brown eyes.

“I might…” you smile shyly, taking his hand and letting him lead you.

Once out on the dance floor, he pulls you into his chest with a hand on your lower back. It’s nice to be wanted, to dance so close to a man who finds you beautiful, especially one as chiseled as Grand. ‘Wait- is he…? Are you fucking kidding?’ Your fight or flight response kicks in as soon as you feel his hand drift lower and lower onto your ass. You pull away, ready to ask him what the hell he thinks he’s doing, but before you can get a word out, he puts a hand over your jaw, fingers tightly snapping your mouth closed. Unable to speak and too shocked to move, you feel helpless as he whispers in your ear.

“God, I love fat girls. Your self esteem is so low, I can do whatever I want and you’ll fall for it. So stupid, so fun.” His laugh is so dark, and you start to panic before a large, strong hand reaches between the two of you and wraps around Grand’s throat, yanking him back and off of you.

“Listen, this is a classy place, so I’ll give you a choice. Either you apologize to this absolutely gorgeous woman and get the fuck out of here, or I beat you to a bloody pulp right here and ruin both your suit and your face.” The handsome stranger who had originally caught your eye growls, voice so low and intimidating you didn’t doubt for a second he meant every word. ‘His voice sounds so familiar, but I can’t quite place it. He’s so angry, and he’s speaking so low, I can’t figure out where I’ve heard that before.’  Thankful for his saving assistance, and trying to calm yourself from hyperventilating, you watch Grand’s retreating form before turning to the man who is quite literally your Prince Charming of the evening.

Voice still low and angry, “Listen, I need you to distract me. Calm me down so I don’t turn around and kill that guy.” he seethes. “You are stunning, absolutely gorgeous. He was so wrong. He’s an asshole, absolutely vile, and he never should’ve even had the nerve to approach you, much less touch you. God fucking damn it, I should-”

You cut him off by pulling him close, placing your hands on his chest and letting them roam up to fix his still crooked bowtie.

“Thank you…” you whisper, tearing up as you put your head on his chest. His cologne is so calming, his scent enveloping you as his arms instinctively wrap around you and his hand finds the back of your head, holding you to his chest.

The two of you slow dance in silence, his head resting on top of yours, the scent of your shampoo and hairspray comforting him and taking him to a dream where he was dancing with the y/n he knew, feeling your soft body pressed against him, imagining how you’d look in the dress on the girl he was actually dancing with. ‘Oh fuck, y/n would look so fucking perfect in this. Her curves- fuck, this dress is soft- I would absolutely love to run my hands along her body in this dress, press her up against me like this, fuck her thighs- wait… SHIT-FUCK-NO’  Snapped out of his thoughts by the increasing tightness of his tux pants, he prays to god the sexy girl pressed against him doesn’t notice.

You notice something nudging against your thigh, breaking you out of your daydreams about the mystery man being Sero Hanta, opening your eyes before you realize exactly what you’re feeling. ‘Oh… OH. Holy fuck, did I make him hard just dancing? He- uh- feels… big… Maybe if I just-’  you subtly shift your hips, thigh brushing up against him and slotting between his legs just enough. A deep groan rises from his chest, and he leans down to your ear.

“Babygirl, if you keep doing what I think you’re doing, I’m going to have to return the favor~” His voice sounds so familiar, but the lust clouding the low rumble has it taking on an entirely new timbre. You lean in, feeling emboldened by his words, swiping your tongue along the shell of his ear with a simple “Oh really?~ And what if that’s the goal?”

With that, he crooks his finger under your chin and presses his lips to yours. What starts as a sweet and simple kiss quickly evolves into a deep, passionate kiss that left you breathless. His fingers gently resting on your neck, just above your collarbone, and tongue swiping at your bottom lip. You sigh into him, granting him access and letting his tongue explore your mouth, relishing in his deep rumbles and pressing impossibly closer, hoping he’d get the message and take you somewhere more private. Luckily, it seems he seems to read your body language and leads you to a side hallway by pressing his hand on the small of your back, possessively guiding you. Pushing you up against the wall, he leans back in to resume kissing you, with an arm steadying himself above your head. In a simply embarrassing display of clumsiness, your hand reaching for his cheek goes slightly off course, accidentally knocking off his mask and causing you to fumble to the floor to retrieve it. Upon looking up, you see Sero standing with a flushed face and his hand reaching up to the back of his neck, the endearing nervous tic you’d learned from him over the years. Oh God, if your heart wasn’t beating fast enough before, it sure as fuck was now… The man you had yearned after for years not only swooping in to save you from some low-life creep, but also having you in a kabedon against the wall of the fanciest place you’ve ever been in. He laughs, nervous now without his anonymity, and reaches down to help you up.

“I- uh- sorry, I might’ve gotten carried away. I hope you’re okay, I know I’m probably not the hero you wanted. I really do think you’re beautiful, you actually remind me of someone I know and- wow- I’m rambling…” He goes on like this, panicking that he’s somehow ruined your fantasy and disappointed you by existing. He only shuts up when you stand back upright and kiss him softly.

“You’re exactly the hero I want… The hero I’ve always wanted.” You blush, staring up at him with the most loving doe eyes you can manage.

‘Wait… Her voice… Is that- ?’ Sero came to quite possibly the best and utterly terrifying realization; that the girl he’d been lusting after all night and the girl he’d been wanting for years could be the same girl. He hesitantly brought a hand to your face, lightly grazing your mask as though asking for permission. You nod, never breaking your gaze on his concentrated expression, and parted your lips. He gingerly lifts the mask from your features, damning your anonymity, and each of you hold your breath in anticipation. The way he looks at you is like something out of a movie, or one of those shōjo manga you love to obsess over: pure relief, adoration, lust, love. Oh, you want him to look at you like that forever.

“Y/n, I-... You have no idea how happy I am that it’s you. I have been wanting to kiss you for years, and to finally do it, and with you looking… Wow- you are so fucking stunning, I have never seen anything as beautiful in my life. Fuck, I just- I wish I could tell you how perfect you are, express in words how flawless I’ve always thought you were- still do… “ Sero breathed all of this as though he had to get every word out before you disappeared. He held your face in both hands, lightly squishing your cheeks and stroking his thumb over your lips, taking in your hopelessly enthralled expression. “You know what? Fuck this. No- I mean- not ‘fuck this’, I just… I want to do this right. I want you, I need you. I want to express how important you are, I need to show you that you’re everything to me. I want to worship you, kiss every inch of your body and make you feel so incredibly complete and full and whole and appreciated. Do you understand?”

“Hanta… I- Yes. Yes. Please take me home, I need you. I want you. You’re the only one I’ve ever wanted.” You lean into his touch, wanting to be ever closer to his warmth.

You yelp as he suddenly picks you up, bridal style, as though you don’t even provide a struggle.

“HANTA, you can’t be carrying me, I weigh more than you, no no no, I’m too heavy, you can’t-”

“Y/n. I’m a pro hero, are you seriously telling me I can’t carry you? I can carry 3 people at once while hanging from a strip of tape in midair. I’ll hold you up forever if you’d let me.” He squeezes you in his hold, emphasizing his point.

His cocky attitude was majorly driven by how good you felt, soft tummy and jiggling tits against his torso, the perfect squish of your thighs in his powerful arms, chubby hands and cheeks tucked into his chest and the crook of his neck. He swore he could die happy right there. In the elevator, he took a moment to take in your entire figure, but upon reaching your feet, something turned him absolutely feral. Your shoes. You were wearing his colors. Every single piece of clothing matched his hero costume. ‘Holy shit… You knew. You wanted him before this even happened. You were his.’ The possessive growl that tore from his chest startled you as he adjusted you in his hold. He had your legs wrapped around his waist, hands unapologetically on the ample crux of your thighs and ass, lips on yours in a desperate kiss that was all tongue and teeth, grinding his hard cock against you. You whimpered against his lips, shocked by his sudden change of demeanor.

“Fuck, you’re wearing my colors, aren’t you? You want me to claim you? You want to be mine? I’ll give you anything you want, babygirl. I just need you to ask for it.~” He growled against your neck, nose tracing the column of your throat.

“Hanta, please, yes- ah~. I want to be yours. I only want to be yours. I need you. Please, please, please.” Normally, you’d be way too shy to beg this much, embarrassed about how desperate you sound, but fuck he’s making you so needy. The gasp that escapes you when Sero licks a stripe up your neck turns into a moan when he starts sucking a hickey over your pulsepoint. He feels so good, the heat between your thighs steadily building with every nip of his teeth and roll of his hips. You thread your fingers through the hair on the back of his neck and pull gently, earning a groan and a buck of his hips. He works his way up to your jaw, leaving pretty little marks in his wake, and returns to your lips like a safe haven. He strokes your tongue with his own, committing your taste to memory. He never wants to forget this moment, especially not when you lightly suck his tongue and pull him in further with those perfect fucking thighs. You’re so soft, being wrapped in your plushness with his fingers digging into the pliable flesh of your ass is too much. Sero’s sinful thoughts are interrupted by your fucked-out voice, so small and innocent, as though you’re afraid of his answer.

“Um… Can I- can I touch you? I mean- I- can I mark you, too?” You sound so unsure, not used to someone wanting to show you off.  You’re so breathless, and he’d be lying if the pleading in your voice didn’t make his dick twitch in his pants.

“Awwww~ is my babygirl shy now? You want to mark me, too? Go ahead, mi amor, sí se puede. I’m all yours, just like you’re mine.” Sero cranes his head to the side, baring his neck to you, waiting for you to bless him with those full lips, waiting for you to make a show of him finally having the most perfect girl he’s ever known.

If he could’ve taken a picture of your face in that moment, he’d look at it every day. Squishy cheeks blushing, eyes wide with surprise and excitement, gaze clouded with lust. You were so pretty, he couldn’t wait to ruin you. Sero moaned as you sucked a small dark mark onto his skin and happily carried you from the elevator to his room. You tighten your arms around him when he reaches for his key card, involuntarily pushing your chest together and pressing up into him.

“Oh, mi corazón, if you keep pressing into me like that, voy a tener que lamer cada parte de ti y puede que no te deje ir…” His threats sound more like promises when he’s carrying you through the threshold and placing you down gently, though his hands never leave your body.  Tracing your sides, memorizing your curves, squeezing any part he can get his hands on.  His right hand inches down your torso, resting on the pouch of your tummy and making you flinch. Sero notices and worries he’s hurt you, or that you don’t want him to touch you. The hurt in his eyes is obvious when he takes in your tense muscles and eyes squeezed shut, realizing it’s your own insecurities holding you back. He wishes you could see how beautiful you are, see yourself through his eyes. He was going to make you feel so fucking loved, he just had to show you what he couldn’t express in words. You stripped him of his jacket as he unknotted his tie. With nervous hands, you unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it past his broad shoulders, fingers trailing down his sculpted chest and lean abs, admiring the enticing adonis belt and pretty trail of coarse black hair disappearing into his pants. Sero, with his ego now boosted by the lustful look in your eyes as you took him in, returned your gaze to his face with an intensity that made you shiver. He kept eye contact while sweeping your hair to one side, and slowly unzipping your gown. Your breath hitches in your throat as he leans down to place open mouthed kisses along your shoulders as he pushes your dress down your body, kissing down your arms as it falls, and places a sweet kiss to your hands. Pushing you onto the bed with a soft thud and climbing over top of you, he moves the hands that raise to cover yourself , grasping your wrists in one hand and cupping your cheek with the other, as he softly reassures you.

“Princesa, please don’t hide from me. I’ve waited for you for so long, and I want to worship every inch of you. I’m going to make you cry out my name, and show you just how perfect you are while you cum on my tongue. You will not say a single bad thing about mi amor, you understand?” he says lowly, so loving yet commanding.

“Yes, Hanta… I- I’ll be good for you, I promise.” you whine, praying your submission would please him.

The sound of his given name in that pleading tone has him painfully hard, but he’s too focused on hearing his name from your sweet lips again to care. You pull him down into a passionate kiss and roll your hips against his clothed cock when he laves down your neck and leaves love bites across your chest. He sucks your nipple into his warm mouth and rolls the other between his forefinger and thumb, earning a high pitched keen from you. He switches to give the same attention to the other side, tongue swirling around the peaked bud and relishing the way your chest heaves just from his mouth on your tits. ‘So needy… Fuck, how did I ever wait this long to see y/n like this and hear her sounds?’ Sero thinks to himself, so ready to watch your eyes roll back in your skull the minute you feel his cock fill you. The thought of you bouncing on his dick, watching you jiggle with his thrusts, letting him grip the fat on your hips and help you fuck yourself on him, feeling your lovely thighs straddle him, has him impatiently rutting into the mattress. He needs to taste you, leave marks all over your delicious tummy and thighs, and feel you coming undone beneath him. His large hands slide down your sides, rubbing back up under your breasts, gripping the extra flesh over your ribcage, the soft love handles on your sides, caressing the perfect pouch of your belly and settling on your hips. His mouth follows the path of his hands, kissing and licking every place you had deemed undesirable like they were the sexiest pieces of you, leaving dark hickeys on the front of your hips to remind you that all of these parts were now his to love.

“Lo siento, babygirl, pero no puedo esperar más, necesito mi lengua en ese bonita coño jodidamente ahora. Estas necesitan estar en el suelo ahora.” If his panting growl of Spanish didn’t already have your pussy gushing, his strong fingers ripping your panties and hoes off your body had you dripping onto the bed. Your shocked squeak turning into a moan when he parted your legs and nipped at the soft skin of your inner thigh, Sero is beyond delighted by feeling your beautiful thighs squishing against his face. If he could choose his end, it would undoubtedly be suffocating between this plush heaven. He snaked his arms under your parted thighs to hold your hips, squeezing and marveling at the feeling of your warm body protruding between his spread fingers, trying to fit as much of you in his grasp as he could and never getting enough. You’re just about to plead for him to touch you where you need him most when you lock eyes and hear the teasing lilt in his voice when he groans “Itadakimasu~” and flattens his tongue, licking a long, slow stripe up your slit.

“So wet for me, princesa, is this all for me? You’re so thoughtful to give me a meal so sweet.”

“Hantaaa, please. I want you, please don’t tease me, please touch me. I need- ah~”  

Your begging is interrupted by his tongue diving into your sex, lapping at your slick like a man starved. The moans coming from the man between your thighs were sinful; in this moment, Sero Hanta was no longer the friend you’d watched superhero movies with and silently crushed on for years- he was a man, a lover, all you’d ever wanted. Wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking the sensitive pearl into his mouth, he pulled one hand from your hip and slowly slipped two long fingers into your sopping heat. The callused pads from years of hero training now rubbing perfectly against your walls have you crying out for him and grasping his hair, begging him to go faster. He suddenly props himself up, bringing his palm up to grind against your clit and slowing his thrusts, wanting to hear you beg for him and watch your desperate facial expression.

“What is it you want, babygirl? C’mon, you’re going to have to use that pretty little mouth of yours. Tell me what you want, baby, use your words. I wanna hear you beg for me.” That normally dopey smile was replaced with a lewd smirk, hungry and covered in your juices.

“H-Hanta, please please please. I need you, need your mouth. Please I wanna cum, please let me cum, I want you to fuck me! Please please pleaseeeee~” Hips bucking forward, sweat lightly covering your skin, hair splayed out, body covered in his marks, begging for him… Shit, he’d give you anything you asked for. Oh, he’ll give you what you need- don’t you worry.

“Good girl, such a good girl for me. I’ll make this pretty pussy cum. Hold onto me and just relax, princess.”

His lips returned to your clit, flicking his tongue and sucking lightly, and increased his pace. He curled his fingers just right, finding the spongy underside of your clit and he chuckles darkly to himself when your back arches, head falling back onto the pillows.

“There it is~, there we go, babygirl. Cum for me, just like this. I’ve got you, let go, cum on my fingers.”

It doesn’t take long after his mouth goes back to nursing on your clit and his fingers continuously hitting your g-spot for the coil in your belly to finally snap. You climax hard, eyes screwed shut and screaming out his name as his tongue works you through your high. Once you’ve come down, you open your eyes and see Sero sucking his fingers clean of your release and unbuckling his belt with the other hand. You sit up to kiss him, tasting yourself on his tongue, and unbuttoning his pants. He grows impatient with your pace, shoving his pants and tight boxers down at once. ‘Fuck, his dick is pretty’ you think to yourself, marveling at the masterpiece before you. He’s long, maybe 8.5-9 inches, thick enough to stretch your walls so deliciously but not too thick to fit in your mouth, prominent vein running along the underside and leading from the neat crop of black hair to the leaking tip, begging for your tongue. You start to rise to your knees before being pushed back into the duvet, looking up at him in confusion.

“No, no, mi amor. As much as I want to see your beautiful lips wrapped around my cock, that’s gonna have to wait. I want to be inside you, I need to fuck you until all you can think about is me and how fucking beautiful I think you are.” His eyes are so sincere. He looks down at you with the most loving stare you’ve ever felt, so calm and safe in his presence. You’re lulled into submission, every doubtful argument you had died on your tongue, and a soft moan escaped your lips. He leans over you, bracing himself on an elbow with his hand on your jaw to keep your eyes fixated on him. The other hand wraps around the base of his cock and teases the head along your slit, pressing on your clit just enough to have you squirming, trying to impale yourself.

“So needy for me, so wet. You’re so perfect, babygirl, I wouldn’t want to go too fast now. I want to savor every inch, feel you stretch around me while I watch those e/c eyes roll back in pleasure.” He holds back from thrusting into you when you whine in response, breathing heavy and struggling to get him inside. “Damn, baby, if you’re that desperate, why don’t you tell me exactly what you want? Beg for my cock, mi amor.”

“PLEASE, I need you inside me, please! I need your cock. Please fuck me, Papi~” You gasp out in succession, trying out the name you had once heard Kaminari teasing him about. It was a desperate attempt to get him to move, one your fucked-out brain decided was your best shot at getting him feral. And holy shit were you right. Sero fills you in an instant, hard length thrust to the hilt in your tight hole, causing you to cry out, eyes rolling back just as he promised.

“FUCK!” He’s losing restraint, driven mad by the filthy name coming from your angelic lips. The squeezing and fluttering of your walls is the only thing grounding him to Earth as he smirks down at you, baring his teeth while his other hand comes to wrap around your throat and apply light pressure to the sides. “Oh you know what you’re doing, don’t you? You have no idea how many times I imagined you calling me like that with these soft thighs wrapped around me; trust me, it’s nothing close to how sexy the real thing is. If you want to play dirty, princesa, don’t blame me when you can’t walk tomorrow.”

He backed up his statement with a few deep strokes that had your mouth falling open and eyes unfocusing, still unable to look away from the man about to wreck you. In a weak attempt to ground yourself, you reach up and place your hands on his back to feel the flexing of his muscles as he gave you slow, deep thrusts. Running your hands along his shoulders had your pussy clenching, and the groan pulled from his chest accompanying a harsh increase in his pace had your nails clawing at the corded muscles, causing him to put more force into fucking you into the mattress. A cycle of reactions, spurring the other on to continue and escalate.

“You feel so good, babygirl. S-So tight, you feel like you’re fucking made for me. I love you so much. I love everything about you. God, I fucking love your body- I love your curves, I love your legs wrapped around me, I love your sexy fucking thighs, I love your cute tummy- love how you feel pressed against me, I love running my fingers up your arms and kissing back down, I love gripping your hips when I hold you, I love watching you jiggle when you walk and bounce when I fuck you like this. You’re so fucking beautiful, so perfect for me.” Sero babbles out praises like he’ll die if he doesn’t get them out. You’re a blushing mess, knowing these words are completely true, tumbling out of his mouth unconsciously as he thinks them. “I love that expression, angel. Still so shy at my praises, even though I can feel you trying to milk my cock at every word. Such a good girl for me. Why don’t you tell me who makes this pretty pussy feel so good, huh? Say it, angel.”

“Hantaaa~ you feel so good. Please don’t stop!! I’m so close, please. I wanna cum, I wanna cum on your cock, please Papiiii~. You make me feel so good. I love you, I love you, I’m all yours. Please, I’m yours-ah~, I wanna be yours. I need you, I love you so much. Only you could make me feel like this-fuck- it’s only you. Please make me cum, Papi~” Your moans and pleas are getting louder and louder, chasing your impending climax. Every emotion flowing out of you, combined with the wonderful overstimulation, had tears rolling down your pudgy cheeks. You hadn’t yet realized you were crying when Sero leaned down to kiss and lick away the salty streams.

“Okay, princesa, I’ll give you what you need. How can I say no when you're being so good for me? Such a beautiful mess, all for me. So perfect. My good girl~” His right hand smoothes down your torso and settles between your thighs, rubbing tight circles on your clit. “Come on, babygirl. Papi’s got you, I’ll take good care of you. Cum for Papi. Cum on my cock.”

Your final orgasm has your back arched off the bed, eyes crossed, tongue lolling out, screaming out a string of “Hanta”, “Papi”, and “I love you”. Sero keeps his pace steady, fucking you through your climax and trying to prolong it as long as he can. The feeling of your doughy pussy clamping down around his cock like a vice, the gloriously wrecked ahegao face, and the sound of your cries as you creamed on his dick had him right on the edge of his own high. He started to pull out, not wanting to cross any boundaries, when he felt your legs pull him in even further. He looks back to your face; hazy, loving eyes drawing him in with that innocent look.

“Please cum inside me Papi, I want it! I’m yours, I want you. I want you to fill me up.” The permission to claim his longtime love and the aftershocks of your orgasm having you still pulsing around him finally push him over the edge. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, sucking and biting in a feeble attempt to muffle his moans of your name as his hips stuttered, thick ropes of cum warming your insides and painting your walls white. You feel so full and so content. Staying inside you, Sero rolls the two of you over to lay on his back, still holding your sweaty bodies together as he kisses your forehead and strokes your hair, telling you how good you did, how happy he was, how proud he was of you.

No one has ever made you feel so good, so wanted. Normally, your post-sex thoughts are plagued with insecurities, but instead all yoou can think about is Sero and how perfect this was. How beautiful he made you feel… and how you didn’t want it to end.

“H-Hey… Um… Sero?” you timidly get his attention.

“Y/n, I’m gonna need you to start calling me Hanta if we’re gonna be together. It’s a little weird to call your boyfriend by their family name, isn’t it?… Unless you wanna call me Papi, of course~” He says, his normal goofy grin and teasing tone returned.

“Wait… You- you really want to be with me? You don’t want me to keep it a secret? I will if you tell me to… I don’t want to embarrass you, I know I’m not exactly the ‘trophy wife’ the other heroes go for… I just really like you- um- actually, I’ve been in love with you for years now, and I just got really excited that you wanted me and-” Your nervous muttering is cut off with his lips softly pressed against yours, his hand moving to intertwine your fingers with his.

“Mi amor, I’ve been in love with you for just as long. You are my trophy, the greatest part of me. Every single thing I said is true, and I’ve thought those things for our entire friendship. If you think for a second that I won’t be walking around shirtless, showing off all of these marks to Kirishima and Kaminari, you don’t know me at all.” He winks at you and brings your hand to his lips, placing a gentle kiss there. “Princesa, babygirl, mi corazón… Nunca te dejaré, yo nunca te dejaré salir, yo prometo. I am yours, and you are mine.”

“I love you, Hanta.”

“I love you, too, y/n.”

You fall asleep on his chest to the calming rhythm of his heartbeat and steady breathing. Upon waking up, you assume you had just dreamed the entire affair, chalking it up to your vivid imagination and drinks at the ball. That is, until you realize you’re trapped in a tangle of limbs with Hanta, leg hiked over his body and arms encompassing each other. You try to shift slightly to see his sleeping face, but he stirs and rolls over on top of you with a groan. The jolt of his muscles jerking awake told you he also thought he had dreamed the entire thing, believing that the prospect of your mutual pining actually coming to fruition was too good to be true.

“Good morning, angel. I’m so glad you’re real… And that you’re all mine.” Sero softly sighs, voice rough from sleep, nuzzling his face into your chest and squeezing your soft midsection to hold you closer.

“Good morning, love. I’m so so happy, but there’s one thing…” You say, trying to hold back your giggles.

“What is it, baby? Is something wrong? What did I do?” Sero starts thinking of every possible scenario as you soothe his thoughts with a cheeky smile.

“I- um… I think I need you to carry me to the shower, you weren’t lying when you said I wouldn’t be able to walk in the morning.” Both of you erupt in a fit of laughter. He scoops you up in his arms and carries you to the shower, so content in finally having his girl.

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A/N: WHEW okay… I’m actually really proud of this, and I hope you guys like it. The Latin Sero headcanon hits me so hard and I just absolutely simp for this sweet tape boy. Huge thank you to @reinawritesbnha for inspiring me to write this matchup, @lemonlordleah-shinzawa-kitten for encouraging me and giving me the courage to post, and my dear, sweet Sage for reading it to make sure I don’t embarrass myself and inspiring me to write in the first place. <3

[brokehorrorfan]

Blu-ray Review: Shock

Shock is the final film directed by Mario Bava (Black Sunday, A Bay of Blood), as he passed away in 1980, and in a way, the 1977 effort brought the Italian horror legend's career full circle. Bava is widely regarded for making the first gaillo (pulpy Italian horror-mystery-thriller) with 1963's The Girl Who Knew Too Much, thereby influencing Dario Argento, who further advanced the genre - and eclipsed Bava in popularity in the process - with such films as The Bird with the Crystal Plumage, Deep Red, and Tenebrae. Although not a giallo, Shock found Bava drawing inspiration from Argento.

Shock stars Argento's frequent muse and then-wife Daria Nicolodi, who appeared in six Argento films in addition to co-writing Suspiria. The script was co-written by Dardano Sacchetti (The Beyond), who recently had a spat with Argento over their collaboration on their Cat o' Nine Tails script. Moreover, I Libra - a short-lived band featuring former members of Argento's go-to composers Goblin (Dawn of the Dead, Suspiria) - composed the film's prog-rock score.

Shock was originally released in the U.S. under the title Beyond the Door II despite being entirely unrelated to the 1974 Exorcist knock-off. While the productions shared a cast member in David Colin Jr., Shock has more in common with The Amityville Horror. Written by Sacchetti, Lamberto Bava (Demons), Gianfranco Barberi (A Bay of Blood), and Alessandro Parenzo (Rabid Dogs), Shock is considerably stronger than its pseudo-predecessor by every conceivable metric.

The film follows Dora (Nicolodi) as she moves back into her family home with her young son Marco (Colin Jr.) and second husband Bruno (John Steiner, Tenebrae). It's not long before strange occurrences begin, including Dora being haunted by nightmarish visions, household objects that seemingly have minds of their own, and Oedipal subtext. Dora starts to believe that Marco is possessed by his deceased father, but psychologist Aldo Spidini (Italian horror regular Ivan Rassimov, Planet of the Vampires) isn't convinced it's anything more than past trauma triggering her paranoia.

Shock comes to a head with a frenzied finale that owes a small debt to Edgar Allan Poe. It features a truly ingenious jump scare that has been imitated in the likes of Annabelle and The Prodigy. There are several other creepy sequences beyond that, including clever in-camera visual effect trickery. A particularly effective scene finds a bed-bound Nicolodi's hair defying gravity as it's purportedly moved by supernatural means. Nicolodi utilizes her real-life vulnerability to tap into the character’s fragile psyche for one of the strongest performances of her career.

Bava is the only credited director, but Lamberto - who served as assistant director - helmed, by his own estimation, 25% of the picture. It's not the most elegant film of Bava's career; it lacks the colorful flourishes as part of an effort to make a more contemporary picture, but it's still aesthetically pleasing. An accomplished director of photography prior to becoming a director, Bava shot most of his movies himself, but he handed the reins to Alberto Spagnoli (The Last Shark) this time around. Spagnoli never fails to discover interesting angles in the often-prowling cinematography.

Shock has received a crisp 2K restoration from the original 35mm camera negative via Arrow Video. Both the Italian and English versions are included; there's no difference in the cuts other than the credit sequences and the language spoken. Restored lossless mono Italian (with newly-translated English subtitles) and English audio options are included. It features reversible artwork with a new piece by Christopher Shy and the original poster. The first pressing includes a booklet written by film historian Troy Howarth, author of The Haunted World of Mario Bava.

In a new interview, Lamberto discusses everything fans could ever want to know about the film over the course of 30 minutes: his involvement with the direction, working with Nicolodi and her recent passing, Argento visiting the set and their subsequent friendship, how the visual effects were pulled off, his brief cameo in the movie, and more. Sacchetti also gives a lengthy, informative interview in which he discusses his "fond memories" and "deep regrets" regarding the production. He details his original plot (which later became a TV movie titled Until Death, incidentally directed by Lamberto Bava) and delves into the cynicism of Italian cinema and the lack of respect given to Bava.

Film historian Tim Lucas - no stranger to the material, having authored Mario Bava: All the Colors of the Dark - dives deep into the material with an informative audio commentary. Three other critics are involved in the special features: "The Devil Pulls the Strings" is a video essay by Alexandra Heller-Nicholas that analyzes the film's mise en scene; "Shock! Horror!: The Stylistic Diversity of Mario Bava" is a lengthy piece in which Stephen Thrower explores nearly every major beat; and a brief recollection from Alberto Farina about a drawing that Bava made for Nicolodi which she shared with him during an interview. The Italian theatrical trailer, five Beyond the Door II TV spots, and three galleries (posters, Italian lobby cards, and Japanese souvenir program) round out the extras.

Shock is available now on Blu-ray via Arrow Video.

[magazeen57envent]

Romantic Dinner Denver

From ultra-food trucks to small bakeries, to the best cakes in Denver, everything blossoms among Mile Hate restaurants. There is no better city to spend a truly romantic evening in. Maybe you want to impress someone on your first day or celebrate the anniversary. Maybe keep the spark alive. Anyway, Denver is the most romantic restaurant for you. The following are the best options for food, climate, and budget. Please note: Colorado restaurants are slowly opening up and need to be booked. Thank you for providing our economy with resilience and tolerance.

Beatrice

Inspired by Beatrice and Woodsley, it makes it one of the most romantic dinner Denver. This magnificent restaurant will honor 2 impossible birds in love, a girl who makes firewood and wine. It is based on the "urge of the forest desert to the loneliness of the city." If you have a real poplar tree, a clipped table, a campfire, and clusters of all the varnishes in the forest, you will feel it. In addition, OpenTable calls it "the best food in the country." Wine lists and menus encourage people to gather and share (think of as a side dish, small and medium food).

Nocturne Jazz and Evening Club

There is nothing romantic about the combination of live jazz and food. Nocturne is known as one of Denver’s most romantic restaurants, but it was backed by a wonderful service, a super cool and illegal business atmosphere. Nocturne is a live music evening featuring local and national jazz performers from Wednesday to Sunday. All orders include "Dinner and Show", three times dinner, and live music. Don’t go, order any dessert or fly to Amar.

Plymouth is hot

The small, humble, slightly rude, the couple are invited to stay in Plymouth for a while. The low lighting and brick are warm and friendly, but the ever-changing menu screams day and night in Denver. Everything is delicious on the modern French and Italian-style menu. This is quite limited, but often changing, but there is a good reason: Plymouth farmers work with local craftsmen and produce only the most innovative food of the season. There are several menus, and among the locals are Epps with Brussels sprouts and rotten duck macaws.

The romantic restaurant is not limited to dark corners and candlelight tables. Aesthetic appeal is created in a variety of ways. Maybe it’s a menu that offers dishes you can share with your loved one. Maybe it’s a list of wines or cocktails that give you the right moment to take off the ring or say I love you for the first time. Maybe it’s a fireplace where you can both relax and spend a year together. The restaurant must provide star service with due attention, and the food must be special, whether you choose a meal in an attractive area or a central dinner in the city. With views of Denver restaurants. If you’re celebrating one of the many anniversary dates and want to unwind, there are taverns at Colt and Gray and Mizuna, offering exceptional food and great service. Le Roux, Bistro Vendome and Café Marmotte offer fine French cuisine and a cozy atmosphere. The cozy Ultra offers small Spanish and Portuguese plates and a romantic old-world atmosphere, while the [g] ged is elegant and modern, but equipped with green velvet cabins that you can close. No matter how you define romance, here is our best choice. The light-colored forest and modern furniture give the beer an attractive Northern European feel. Unlike Frasca, which has a renowned sister restaurant in Boulder, the Taverneta was inspired by more than one Italian region, but by the whole country, as well as neighbors Austria and Slovenia. Cloud-like gnocchi and deeply aromatic rigatoni are offered, but despite the menu, the dishes will be memorable. Couples looking for a romantic getaway have two common options, as well as a great wine and an aperitif list. Among the wines, there is a very limited selection of glasses up to $ 15, but then the bar is a place where you can explore, taste, have fun and find complete satisfaction in an artificially designed, well-served, and served dish. If you just want a drink and snacks or desserts, find two places by the fireplace - the most romantic place in the pub.

[theramseyloft]

What makes cocks and hens attractive by pigeon standards? We know about crop size, strength, dedication and tenacity are all highly valued, but I don't think any physical traits like color, beak length, body shape, personalities etc were mentioned. I do remember you said Money Penny, Gwen, and Bird-Bird were all considered attractive by pigeon standards, but what about them makes them so desirable?

Pigeons consider ferals and homers to be the most attractive.

It’s all about body shape and attitude.

Money Penny (Show Type Racing Homer) stands very upright. 

She’s well balanced, smooth, and elegant, but she’s also solid, muscular, and adds up to a sturdy looking lady.

Her takes absolutely zero shit attitude declares to the cocks that she can defend herself just fine in their absence, and presents a formidable challenge to attempt wooing,

Look at Gwen (Lahore)

Upright, well balanced, bold.

Takes absolutely no shit from other pigeons, and won’t even look at you if you aren’t up to her very exacting standard.

Here is another fit, sturdy, powerful hen who KNOWS she is attractive and carries herself like a queen.

Bird-Bird is not as big or commanding as the other two hens, but she is the epitome of bird shaped, and she crouches at the drop of a hat, so she, by pigeon standards, just oozes sex appeal.

Unfortunately, the cocks mistake her failure to react to their wooing as playing hard to get, which makes her even more irresistable.

Only Samhi seems to have caught on that she just can’t see, and has started guiding her when she seems stressed. Let’s discuss our current residents attractiveness in detail. ^v^ We’ll go by age.

Sun Tsu (Chinese Owl cock)

Tiny, fluffy, and probably the most.. let’s call him exotic? looking little bird in my flock.

He’s an adorable, beautiful little teddy bear of a bird... by human standards. He’s probably the lowest ranking mature cock in my loft right now.

He has to really work to woo Pitch, and she’s the only hen that spends any time with him.

Bobbi (Old Dutch Capuchine hen)

She’s well balanced and lovely, but she is probably the most slender built of all my hens, and pigeons do NOT like skinny girls!

Then there is her personality.

Despite being hatched here, she is terrified of me!

She’s seen what every other pigeon has, including all the other birds cozying up to me with out incident, but there is no bribing her close.

Now that Yun has left, she is the last human hating hold out.

Luxie is braver than she is.

Aside from Luca, the rest of the flock ignore her like something is wrong with her.

Emillio (Portuguese Tumbler cock)

Emillio is considered to be one of the most attractive cocks in the loft.

He was the only bird Gwen would even acknowledge, because her very exacting standards required a bird that stands like her.

Look at them together.

Smaller than her, with a shorter beak, no muffs, and a little more upright stance are the only structural differences.

Even in this photograph, she’s watching him intently.

Emillio is a bold, energetic little guy, that can out fight cocks WAY bigger than him through sheer, unbreakable tenacity.

His attitude DEMANDS respect from the other cocks, and wins the admiration of the ladies, who you will often see nod or even crouch for him in our youtube videos.

He has strong preferences for his favorite hens, though, and tends not to take side chicks.

Papillion was an interesting exception, but we’ll go into that when we get to her.

His current favorite is Tandy.

Luca (Lucerne cock)

Luca is a very mellow cock, largely keeping to himself with the exception of fearsomely defending the nest he shared with miss Money Penny.

Like Emillio, he tends to be faithfully devoted to his favorites.

He doesn’t do much showing off or arguing outside the nest he has now invited Bobbi into, except with individuals that make a habit of trying to steal his scared box behind his back. (His son, Vynni, and Vynni’s second cousin, Lilly.)

So he doesn’t garner much attention from any one of either sex.

He and Bobbi are off in their own little world most of the time, and here lately, she’s been spending more time by herself.

She will be going to her retirement home on Thursday, and he will ship out to his on Monday.

I doubt it’ll stir much up, besides competition between Vynni and Lilly over his vacated nest box.

Papillion (Old Dutch Capuchine x Show Type Racing Homer hen)

Money Penny’s offspring by Ferdi, and the first cross of our Therapy Project is a gender fluid nonbinary individual.

She presented fully as a cock from six weeks into adulthood.

While she was growing up, we were the most cock-light The Ramsey Loft has ever been.

Gwen was her first love, and even after she reached maturity, Papillion presented so completely as a cock that Gwen accepted her as such.

Unfortunately, upon the arrival of the four fliers of the a-cock-calipse (Hoya, Emillio, Bram, and Luca), Papillion lived through every trans and non binary person’s nightmare: Gwen became aware that Papillion is ‘not a real cock’ and promptly dumped her for Emillio.

For several months, Papillion tried to woo Gwen back.

She’d try to join her in her nest and preen her, only to be punched out by the solid, bony butt of Gwen’s wing.

When she gave up on that, she just stood on the floor in front of Gwen and Emillio’s nest and contact called.

Gwen completely ignored her outside the nest. Would not feed near or acknowledge her existence. 

Emillio, interestingly, treated Papillion as an extension of Gwen, and sort of took her on as a secondary wife. 

She laid the only egg he fertilized, but Gwen kicked her out of her nest and took over helping Emillio raise the chick.

For a while, she presented as a cock until she wanted an egg filled.

Instead of choosing a specific mate, she just crouched to let the cocks take turns on her until every one had had one and then set the egg by herself.

Here lately, she has stopped presenting as anything at all, but she looks enough like her affectionate sister, Cookie, that Sissy occasionally tries to solicit her.

She has not been interested in any one at all for almost a year.

Pitch (Frillback x Old German Owl hen)

Not many of the boys seem all that attracted to her.

Her son, Pj, chases her everywhere trying to woo her. He’s even more enthusiastic about it than Sun Tsu, but she’ll respond favorably to Sun Tsu’s offers.

Cookie (Old Dutch Capuchine x Show Type Racing Homer hen)

One of the most desired birds in the loft. Over all, considered ideally pigeon shaped; well balanced, sturdily built, upright and perky.

She’s the only hen here that sees a cock she wants and determinedly woos him, though she’ll crouch like her sister used to and just take any cock that wants some when she wants an egg filled.

She can be seen in SEVERAL Youtube videos absolutely wrecking Sissy and Valentine’s marriage. 

When ever she saw Sissy kissing Valentine, she’d shove her beak into the other corner of his mouth like a demanding younger squeaker insisting he feed her too.

When ever he’d actually go to step up and tread Valentine, Cookie would dive between them so he’d tread her by mistake.

Eventually, he started seeking her out to tread instead of Valentine, but still wanted to spend most of his time with Valentine, ignoring Cookie when he didn’t want sex.

Pippin actually likes Cookie. He prefers to spend most of his time with her, and was devoted to her eggs.

Right now, he wants to try for another round.

Cara (Chinese Owl x Old Dutch Capuchine)

Though aesthetically pleasing to most of the cocks, Cara doesn’t stick around to be flirted with.

She and Mia were squeakerhood friends that just naturally grew to be a mated pair, and her refusal to acknowledge attempted wooing solidifies her as off limits to the rest of the flock.

Mia (Old Dutch Capuchine x Old German Owl cock)

Most of his wooing and displays are aimed at Cara, or a warning for other cocks to keep out of his way.

The other ladies move when he tells them to, but don;t seek out interaction otherwise.

Sissy (Lahore x Modena cock)

BIG! Strong. tenderly romantic boy. Inherited the upright stance of his father and the solid, muscular build of his mother

He has and is everything the hens want in a mate, and most of them fawn over him.

Valentine (Voorburg Shield Cropper x Frillback-OGO hen)

Val is tall and slender, well balanced, and physically fit.

I’ve mentioned before that pigeons tend not to like skinny chicks. Sissy seems to like that Valentine is eye level to him. 

Pj gets excited when she crouched for Sissy (because he usually gets distracted by Cookie), and being the opportunist that he is, can’t resist trying to tread her.

She is pretty firm about not wanting any one’s attention but Sissy’s, though.

Jet (Archangel x Classic Old Frill cock)

I don’t think pigeons find any specific color other than blue bar and iridescent necks inherently attractive, but they do love a stream lined shape.

Jet, when he’s feeling well, is the epitome of stream lined, and photos do NOT do his iridescence anything even resembling justice.

But part of what makes pigeons attractive to other pigeons is their attitude.

He HAD to have Rigby, when they met, and put all of his effort into wooing her.

Hagrid (Frillback x Giant Homer hen)

Hagrid is everything cocks want in a hen; stream lined, sturdily built, bold, and inquisitive.

Lots of the cocks vie for her attention.

Betty just happened to be the most persuasive.

Sony (3/4 Old German Owl, 1/4 Old dutch Capuchine hen)

Though upright and sturdily built, Sony only seems interesting to other Owl Breeds and Owl breed mixes.

Silk (Lucerne x Old German Owl cock)

Silk’s build is nearly identical to Sony’s, and pigeons are naturally inclined to favor birds built similarly to themselves or their parents.

Sony is the only hen left in the loft that fits that description, and they paired up before either of them were sexually mature.

Betty (Classic Old Frill x Racing Homer cock)

Racing homers are probably the most universally attractive breed to other pigeons, and Betty inherited most of his mother’s build, with his father’s chest frill ad bold, jaunty demeanor.

He is a flamboyant dancer who isn’t afraid to throw his weight around, so he’s gained a fairly high status in the ranks of the Ramsey Flock.

Having won Hagrid over, he likes to parade around her when not sitting on her eggs.

Hagrid finds this immeasurably attractive, and so do several of the hens, who often nod to him in passing.

Rigby (Classic Old Frill x Racing Homer hen)

Betty inherited more of their father’s upright stance, which makes cocks supremely attractive to hens, but Rigby inherited more of her mother’s horizontal stance, which makes hens look ready to be tread and gives cocks the impression of being perfectly balanced to easily support them.

She’s bold and sassy and wants what she wants when she wants it, and the cocks fall all over themselves to woo her when she makes it clear they might have a chance.

Tandy (1/2 Racing Homer, 1/4 Old Dutch Capuchine, 1/4 Show Type Racing Homer)

is presently the most attractive hen in the loft.

She closely resembles a purebred Racing Romer, but the Show Type Racer gives her a bit more bulk and makes her look extra solid.

Nearly every cock here has tried to get Tandy’s attention, but Emillio is a tough cock to compete with.

Pj (1/2 Chinese Owl, 1/4 Frillback, 1/4 Old German Owl cock)

You can see in this boy just how persistently the Frillback build inherits.

He’s gorgeous, even by Pigeon standards, though not exactly their ideal.

His posture, vivid iridescence, and bold attitude are his best features, though the latter can hurdle right into obnoxiousness.

Escher likes him, and doesn’t seem to mind, unless she wants his attention right then, that he tries to woo and tread almost every hen that crosses his line of sight like a horny teen stereotype.

Luxotica is a purebred Racing Homer.

Physically, her elegant, streamlined little body is the epitome of attractive to pigeon cocks.

But her skittish temperament reads to the Ramsey cocks, who know they are safe, a lot like a learning disability.

To most of them, she’s pretty, but not worth the risk of being spooked off her nest by the giant flock Auntie.

Lilly likes her, though, and has been putting in the time to work her slowly out of her wariness by example.

Escher (1/2 Old dutch Capuchine, 1/4 Old German Owl, 1/4 Chinese Owl)

Aesthetically, Escher is beautiful by pigeon standards: well balanced, solidly built, fine featured... 

But to most cocks, her temperament leaves much to be desired.

She is difficult to distract or deter from what she’s doing, and comes across too busy to pay attention to any attempts to flirt with her.

Vynni (Lucerne x Show type Racing Homer cock)

Vynni is VERY aesthetically attractive to hens. Big, tall, solidly muscled, fearsomely tenacious combatant..

But, like Escher, he seems completely tunnel visioned on what ever it is that he’s doing.

Usually, fighting with his father, Luca, and his second cousin, Lilly, over nest boxes.

I have yet to see him attempt to actually woo any one.

Pippin (Feral cock)

Small, but feisty, with a vivid neck and energetic dance moves, Pippin is another in the category of mostly aesthetically pleasing by pigeon standards.

Hens love his attitude, and Cookie was charmed off her little claws by his persistent, sweet wooing.

His tiny size is a bit of a disadvantage. He’s too light to put up serious resistance against another cock that really wants his nest, and pretty much every one knows it.

Lilly (1/2 Racing Homer, 1/4 Old dutch Capuchine, 1/8 Old German Owl, 1/8 Show Type Racing Homer cock)

Lilly is the youngest of our sexually mature birds, having just reached 6 months of age on Monday.

He is SOLID, thanks to being mostly some variant of Homer, and a bold, aggressive combatant that takes no shit from any one.

He was the first of the entire flock to come down and meet adult, thickly muscled racer cock Karen’s aggressive challenge on arrival.

They fought fiercely for nearly 5 minutes, and gained enough of a mutual respect to neither antagonize nor flee each other after that.

He is probably the bravest bird in the loft, and skittish Luxie benefits tremendously from his fearsome protectiveness of her and which ever nest box she wants at any given time.

For these highly intelligent, intensely social birds, appearance alone will NOT win you a mate.

Though they certainly do have their aesthetic preferences: 

Big, solidly built cocks that stand proudly upright, 

and sturdy, stream lined hens with large eyes and slightly finer features who stand more horizontally, (both sexes preferred in blue bar with a vivid neck iridescence...)

A bird with an unpleasant temperament will be ignored no matter how good looking they are.

Both the looks and the personality are required for a pigeon to be attractive to their flock mates.

[queen-of-the-trash-planet-tm]

Ok here me out, Marinette Project runway winner

This is for @ozmav @mindfulmagics @maribat-archive @realrandomposts for inspiring me to do this even though I’m probably annoying you people.

She moved to Gotham after defeating Hawkmoth to study abroad

During this time she begins her time on Project runway

Even after having commissioned her work to celebrities such as Clara Nightingale and Jagged Stone she is out in the bottom 3 in 2 occasions

This causes her to work even harder to win

Marinette creates looks based off of Ladybug, the miraculous team, and the heroes of Gotham (Chat’s Miraculous was taken long ago, before defeating Hawkmoth)

Her Robin look was the one that made her the win (it was a simple, but elegant black blazer with a small robin embroidered on the right breast pocket, a white-based shirt with prints that resembled a bird making its nest, black slacks, and brown dress shoes).

The judges loved her craftsmanship, “You have magic in the tips of your fingers!”

“The embroidery is so detailed, how did you have time for that?”

“I love it! Marinette Dupain-Cheng you are Project Runway’s 20XX’s winner!”

*Cue Marinette being so happy she burst into tears*

After this, she begins working on building her brand. She began shipping her clothes internationally. Her work becomes huge in Asia and blows up, K-pop and C-pop idols love her. BTS was once caught using her clothes as airport fashion. Jackson Wang and BOYSTORY are always wearing her clothes.

Because of this Marinette’s celebrity clientele, just became a heck of a lot bigger.

Jagged now brags about her work at every red carpet event he goes to (if he didn’t already).

“Jagged, please. Jagged no. Jagged why?”

Clara does the same, but not to Jagged’s extreme.

Marinette is constantly embarrassed by this and try’s her best to give credit to the other contestants she met on the show. They all loved her and were as happy as they could be when she won.

All of this leads to Jagged introducing Marinette to Bruce Wayne.

“I hear you’ve been Jagged’s exclusive designer since you were fourteen? That’s impressive.”

Marinette waves it off, “I was just trying to help a friend.”

“I was wondering if I could commission you to create mine and my sons’ next charity gala suits. I’ve seen your work and it is very practical, most of the designers sacrifice functionality and practicality for aesthetic. But you seem to know that there is more to it then looking nice, your work seems to be able to be on the go as well.”

Of course, Marinette agrees, “Y-Yes! I would love to!”

This leads to a later fitting session at the Wayne Manor to get their measurements.

“Ah, Ms. Dupain-Cheng, you’re early,” Alfred points out while Marinette waits for entry.

Alfred allowed for her to get inside after a moment.

“On time is late and early is on time, Mr?”

“Pennyworth, but you may call me Alfred. That is exactly what I always say, Madame.”

“Well, in that case, you can just call me Marinette.” She smiles at the well-seasoned gentleman.

The well-mannered man shows Marinette to the living area to wait on Bruce and his sons.

What she wasn’t expecting was for two men to come barreling down the stairs, locked in combat over a trivial subject. “Take it back, Todd!”

“Not a chance, Demon Spawn!”

“I’ll break every bone in your body so badly, that not even the Lazarus pits could undo the damage caused!”

“When you say things like that, you just prove my point!!”

Marinette silently watched as the two continued their squabble. ‘What’s a Lazarus pit? I’ll have to ask Master Fu.’ (After defeating Hawkmoth, Master Fu retrieved Tiki. But that didn’t stop her guardian training.)

Eventually, the two boys got physical and Marinette decided it was time to intervene.

“Say it AGAIN!”

“You are JUST like your grandfather! You bra-”

“Umm, excuse me... Who are you two?”

The two stop to see a small, French woman physically keeping the two apart. The boys look completely gobsmacked.

“The better question is who are you?”

“I’m Marinette Dupain-Cheng, I’m here to get Bruce Wayne and his sons’ measurements for a piece he commissioned me to do. I’m a designer,” She said smiling, extending her hand.

Jason takes it before Damian, “I’m Jason Todd-Wayne, nice to meet you.”

Damian scowls, “How polite of you...” he murmured to himself.

Marinette looks to the boy who has yet to introduce himself, “And you are?”

Both Damian and Jason’s jaws dropped, she really didn't know who they were. She was in their house for Pete’s sake, “I’m Damian Wayne.” Damian took her hand and gave it a kiss for added effect.

“Show off,” could be heard from Jason’s direction.

Marinette didn’t care for what the peanut gallery had to say, she was bright red after Damian did that.

At this moment, Dick, Tim, and Bruce walked in at the same time.

“Ms. Dupain-Cheng, you’re early,” Bruce said walking to greet her.

“I didn’t want for you to wait for me, also you can just call me Marinette. It feels weird when someone older and with a much more esteemed reputation calls me Miss.”

Once she finished speaking, Tim basically ran to her at the speed of light. The Flash, who?

See all the boys enjoyed Jagged’s music, but Tim, Tim was the grade A fanboy that everybody at least knows of. He’s watched every interview, heard every song, bought every album, poster, t-shirt, and every bit of merch he could get his hands on.

Needless to say after all the praise, Jagged gives to his personal designer, Tim knows exactly who she is.

“It is an honor to meet you Ms. Dupain-Cheng, I am Tim Drake-Wayne. I’m a big fan of your work.”

“You like fashion, Timmy?”

“I’m interested, sure, but Ms. Dupain-Cheng has done work for Jagged Stone. Since. She. Was. Fourteen. Her work has won awards since she was fourteen!” Tim said, disgusted by his brothers’ not knowing who she is.

“Please, it was completely by chance I met Jagged. Plus, I wasn't the only designer he’s ever had.” Marinette tried to take the attention off of her achievements.

“You just the only one who has made Jagged look like something other than an eggplant. I love the guy’s music, but his outfits before you... they looked cheap.”

Dick moved to speak, “It’s true, looking back at his old ensembles, there was a dramatic shift in craftsmanship. I’m Richard Grayson-Wayne, but you can call me Dick.”

Marinette’s face rivaled her old Ladybug costume. “Please, it was nothing. I made a million mistakes when I was designing back then. Anyway, let’s talk about what’s happening today. Your measurements for your suits. I assume Mr. Wayne has more important things to do after this.”

This got the boys to get down to business (to defeat the Huns) and shapes up real quick at the sound of her “serious” voice. The same one she used to use when Chat Noir used to flirt in the middle of an attack.

She when in order of oldest to youngest. Bruce, Dick, Jason, and Tim, were all done. Damian had been waiting patiently for his turn, watching her work. 

Marinette had this habit of sticking her tongue out whenever she was hyper-focused, Damian found this endearing. While she was getting his measurements, he was staring hard. This did not go unnoticed by the Batfam. 

After she’s finished, it’s kinda late. Alfred invites her for dinner and Marinette graciously agrees. Marinette helps prepare the dessert, Alfred repeatedly told her she didn’t have to, but she insisted. 

During dinner, the Batfam began to ask about her personal life, “So, are you seeing anyone?” 

“Master Dick, that is not appropriate to ask a young lady!”

Marinette almost chokes at the question, “That’s... um... I just got out of a controlling relationship. I... um... really don’t feel like talking about it.”

Adrien had done a number on her mentally, once he discovered she was Ladybug he wanted her and him to get together immediately. She agreed after some time, but Adrien was always pushy. He always pressured her into doing something that she wasn’t comfortable doing.  One day she had enough, she told him that she was done. Let’s just say that didn’t go over well. Marinette shifted in her seat as she recalls that night.

Damian seems to notice this and tells her that she doesn’t have to say anything if she doesn’t want to, Marinette appreciates this and thanks him. 

Quickly Marinette switches the topic, “I really like that Gotham has heroes, that protect the city. They make me feel safe like I'm back in Paris.”

This gets all the boys’ attention, Bruce asks her why.

“In Paris, there were heroes to protect them from a magical terrorist, named Hawkmoth. He possessed people who were at their worst and turned them into these things called, Akumas. Ladybug and Chat Noir were the heroes. After he was defeated, Ladybug and Chat Noir retired.”

Damian was baffled by how the league did not know about this, “Why haven’t we heard about this?”

“Mayor Bourgeois kept everything quite to keep tourism flowing, but if you really want to know about it there’s a blog. Be careful though not everything on there is reliable.”

Tim makes a mental note to check it out later. 

By the end of the meal and time to go home, all members of the Batfam+Alfred give and get Marinette’s personal contact info. 

They gained a friend and a new designer. 

Let me know if you want more because then and only then will I do more. This is my first time posting my writing, so please be nice. Thank you for taking the time to read it though! :)

Edit: here’s the ao3 link https://t.umblr.com/redirect?z=https%3A%2F%2Farchiveofourown.org%2Fworks%2F20572886&t=MGFkNWY5ZDVjOTcwNmIyOTU3YjM0OGQwOTc1YTU5MWZkNDlkNzliYSwwZjg5ZTA1ODIyY2M5MGUyNWYxY2YyMzYyZTY3ZjY2NmNjNzIwMDg5

[depressedoverdrawings]

Can you hear the tumult of our youth?

KazeKi is the first romance I’ve ever enjoyed, or rather, that I emotionally connected with, as “enjoy” is a funny word choice for a work that made me feel so miserable. Personally, I’ve never enjoyed media that focuses on relationships and love, were they movies, TV, or literature.

But after I discovered KazeKi, I found myself drawn to it, almost involuntarily so. It was as if a spell had been cast. I suppose what superficially drew me in, at first, was the art. It had the charm of retro manga (I absolutely love retro manga/anime looks, IMO they have so much more character than most modern anime and manga), the nostalgic elegance of the idealized upper-class XIX century, and the unrelenting beauty and cuteness of all the boys.

It was mildly surreal and highly entertaining to witness the seed of so many shounen-ai visual tropes: The flower motifs, the flowery poetry, the impossibly pretty boys in dramatic embraces and breathy kisses, the aggressive frenchness of it all. Even it was shocking to me how these elements, instead of striking me as the tired, sappy tropes I saw them as, were now all genuine and beautiful, somehow. Even those silly sparkles around pretty boys seemed fitting. I realized these weren’t tropes back then, but elements of a sincere artistc vision. However, while the art was mesmerizing to me, I came to realize that what drew me in deeper, and kept me anchored to KazeKi, were the themes explored, and the character-based drama, the very stuff I had always avoided.

Without getting far too personal about it, Kaze to Ki no Uta was the first romance that struck something within me, somewhere personal. Now, I certainly have never faced trauma and pain anywhere near to what poor Gilbert and Serge face in their absurdly depressing story, but I definitely wouldn’t call myself emotionally and sexually resolved and healthy, and once upon a time I was a closeted boy in a catholic school, so I guess there’s space for a little bit of self-identification. My coping mechanism to my personal woes had always been to just bottle them up and distract myself with entertainment and art. And that was exactly what I was doing, browsing music on YouTube, when I stumbled upon the KazeKi OVA’s soundtrack.

I found myself listening to this gorgeous arrangement of a Chopin piece, and thought to myself, staring at the angelic figure looking back at me, across the screen: “Gee whilikers, that’s sure is a pretty drawing of a pretty girl”. Then, after reading the comments, I found out that was a boy. As much as the “draw a girl, call it a boy” school of drawing pretty boys makes me groan, I could still feel it, that first hook of interest, stabbing me. As the slideshow enticed me with pictures of Keiko Takemiya’s gorgeous art, I found myself enamoured by it. It was a particular drawing that made KazeKi finally snatch me: that same boy, lounging angelically on some sort of abstract architectural design; in the background, a neoclassical vase flanked by two neoclassical girls, and, above and below, this stunningly beautiful vegetation. So much care, skill, and good taste, concentrated in just one image! I’d have it as a poster, if I could. So, I googled “Kaze to Ki no Uta”, unwittingly throwing myself in a rabbit hole I could not have prepared myself for. Trying to read it was in itself a journey, but, to sum it up: I managed to read it about as well as one can, if they don’t speak japanese and have no access to the spanish and italian translations.

It had been years since I had started feeling emotionally numb. My most extreme displays of emotion came in the form of quiet, teary eyes, reserved for those rare, impactful pieces of art, and those rarer moments of despair-inducing introspection that I couldn’t manage to suppress, but even those lasted little, as I fought to recover my composure. By the end of Kaze to Ki no Uta, I was a sobbing wreck, doing my best (and failing) to contain my ugly crying. Ugly crying, for god’s sake. I was ugly crying, actually sobbing like a kid, because of an yaoi manga. Crying in the shower, even! What kind of weeb had I degenerated into? It hurt. It deeply hurt, in a way I hadn’t been made to hurt in a long, long while. KazeKi had impacted me to the point that I wasn’t just sad, I was scared too, as the waterfall of emotion opened the path for that deeper, personal darkness to come out. And it did.

Now, I admit I’d been a little bit more emotionally fragile than usual right before I read it, due to the effects of the quarantine and the previous consumption of a highly depressing piece of media: Les Amitiés Particulières, which is probably even more depressing than KazeKi as it deals with a much more grounded homophobia-induced tragedy based in real life. Somehow, it didn’t impact me as much as KazeKi, however. Also, it was definitely what influenced my personal YouTube algorithm to recommend me the KazeKi soundtrack, so I wouldn’t know of KazeKi if it weren’t for Amitiés. But even then, it felt unnatural to, well, feel so much. I hadn’t felt this invested in and attached to fictional characters ever since I was a little kid, too young to realize those people in the TV weren’t real. In the following couple of weeks, I was crying over these boys, spending whole days feeling like trash, feeling mild anxiety spikes whenever I remembered about KazeKi, having (even more) difficulty falling asleep, and utterly failing to avoid thinking about my deep-seated intimate issues, all because of these dumb, pretty anime boys. Not even my trusty prayer of “they’re not real people, stop being stupid” worked. In an attempt to stop wallowing in this shounen-ai hell, I decided to consume a whole lot of escapist media while I deliberately avoided any activity related to KazeKi, be it reading the manga, listening to the OVA’s soundtrack, looking at fanart, or even just thinking about it. It “worked” for a month or so, but now I’m back here, wallowing in KazeKi’s painful beauty again, stalking the other seven people in the western world that seem to care about KazeKi, and distilling my thoughts in this bizarre textwall, in an attempt to work it out. If you’re one of those seven people, please don’t refrain from talking to me, if you feel like it! I’ve had just one opportunity to have a conversation about KazeKi, and it was in YouTube comments, for heaven’s sake. I’ve come to the conclusion that I’m this afflicted by KazeKi due to its unrelenting, merciless, cruel beauty. Everything about it is presented in this assembly of pure beauty and lost perfection, this painful nostalgia that is present in its aesthetics of an idealized Europe which lives only in its surviving art, that is present in the story which ultimately tells us of the loss of love, and is present in the fact that the whole story is a broken man’s reverie about the past. Tragedy might make me sad, but tragedy with beauty will destroy me. Bittersweetness is just so more cruel than bitterness. And it was this masterpiece of sadistic bittersweetness that permanently broke something in how I deal with my emotions. Kaze to Ki no Uta touched me deeply, to the point of leaving a permanent impression, I’m afraid. I can count in one hand the pieces of art that have punched my soul in the face like KazeKi did. I am honestly flabbergasted over the effect it had over me. At first I felt embarrassed over being emotionally obliterated by a freaking shounen-ai, but I’ve since come to the conclusion that KazeKi is a work of art, a genuine, sincere work of art, deserving of the title. Now I just hope I’m not alone in being emotionally obliterated by this freaking shounen-ai. After everything they went through, the personal fights, the shaky development of their relationship, the undeserved ostracism at Lacombrade, Auguste’s demonic persecution, the escape; how could it be that Gilbert’s life would end in such a horrible way, and that Serge would be left alone to face the full, unbearable weight of his grief! Why?! Keiko Takemiya, you’re a vile sadist. You’re a genius, too, of course. But you’re a vile sadist.

I knew that a happy ending wasn’t going to happen. The horrible ending was a pretty early spoiler, really. Unfortunately for me, I couldn’t stop myself from reading on anyway, and I couldn’t stop myself from having an inkling of illogical hope. Even if my logical self knew a happy ending wasn’t gonna happen, it couldn’t prepare me for just how tragically their love would end, and how awful it all would feel, once I knew their full story.

It’s all the more bitter because of how close Serge came to saving him, too. Having escaped together to a place where they could’ve built the nearest thing to a normal life a gay couple could have, back then. But in the end, not even Serge’s love could mend Gilbert’s mutilated soul. Those boys deserved so much better, especially Serge. Serge, you sweet angel! You were created to suffer.

KazeKi really is a masterpiece in how it explores its extremely heavy themes and the minds of its characters, and how it flawlessly meshes that with perfect art. There are many moments in KazeKi that haunt me: Serge letting that bird go, Serge’s vision of Gilbert at the Lacombrade grounds, Gilbert running into the carriage, angel wings behind him; Serge laying alone on the bed in Room 17. I cannot look at those pages without tearing up and feeling this horrible feeling in my heart, and this feeling is literal: My heart actually feels heavy and constricted when I think about it, it can’t be healthy. Up until now, I thought “cri evrytiem” was just a meme. KazeKi has woken me up to the fact that bottling up one’s own personal issues will inevitably end with them exploding out, leading to something much, much worse. I am scared by the prospect of facing my personal issues. To me, they are horribly strong, and seem incredibly hard to solve, if they’re even solvable at all. I’m horrified by the prospect of facing them, working to solve them. I’m so scared, that simply thinking about it, right now, gives me this awful weight in my chest, and makes me want to cry, again. But I know now that I have no choice in this matter, as the only alternative is that abyss I dare not speak of, and one cannot return from. Melodramatic? Yes. But I did just read Kaze to Ki no Uta.

Thank you for getting this far, whoever you are.

I’m forever haunted by Serge’s words to his long-gone Gilbert, right at the beginning:

“Gilbert Cocteau, you were the greatest flower to ever bloom in my life. In the faraway dreams of youth, you were a bright red flame, blazing so fiercely… You were the wind that stirred my branches. Can you hear the poem of the wind and trees? Can you hear the tumult of our youth? Oh, there must be others who so remember their own days of youth…”

[viranlly]

Viranlly hosts Thanksgiving Dinner.

in partnership with Wines of British Columbia.

IT’S CRUNCH TIME Y’ALL!

I don’t even where time went but here we are now, just over a week before Thanksgiving. The aroma of PSL is in the crisp fall air, the days are getting shorter, and the meals we preppin’ are getting cozier each day. The holidays are upon us and so is the (grape) harvest month.

To celebrate both festivities, I’ve teamed up with the Wines of British Columbia to come up with some fun thanksgiving recipes and of course delicious BC wine pairings to go with them. I’m skipping the turkey, because let’s be honest, I don’t trust myself with a bird that size, nor that I have the space and capacity both physically and mentally to handle a turkey. I want to make sure that this holiday cooking will be as stress-free and as boozy as possible, because we all deserve that kind of holidays.

Please note that these recipes serve 4-6 people.

First thing first, it’s not a dinner party at Viranlly’s without a damn-well-put-together CHARCUTERIE AND CHEESE BOARD. Here’s the fun part about this board: there’s no recipe. The trick is you want to make sure you have a balance in flavours, textures and colours (because ya know.. aesthetic). 

THE MEAT : variety of cured meats with different flavour profiles - hot genoa salami, prosciutto, iberico ham, chorizo, and capicollo are always a great start.

THE CHEESE : make sure you have at least hard and soft cheese, everything in between never hurts either - jammy brie or camembert is a crowd pleaser, manchego is delicious, especially when you can find the truffle-y ones. Can never go wrong with parmigianio-reggiano, or a nutty pecorino. Aged cheddar and smoked gouda if you want a little funk. The possibility is honestly, endless.

THE FRUITS AND VEGGIES : grapes and olives (olives are veggies, right? I prefer unpitted Castelvetrano) are staple on my board. Seasonal fruits and veggies always add amazing flavours to the board : pears and figs in the fall, peaches and berries in the summer.

THE EVERYTHING ELSE: honey, hummus, nuts, preserves, bread, crackers, pate, and everything your heart and stomach desire.

I always love to start the night off with a bottle or two of bubbly, something really crisp, citrusy and refreshing. The Howling Bluff Faux Paw has a ton of berry notes with a just a zest of spice, perfect to be enjoyed with everything on this board. Another great bubbly is the Haywire Pink Bub, which, we consumed throughout the summer. 

The next two dishes are heavily inspired by my friends’ thanksgiving last year, with a view adjustments to meet what I have readily in my, and most kitchens.

This RADICCHIO AND SQUASH SALAD is my definition of the perfect autumn salad: rich and nutty, a hint of bitterness and lots of crunch.

THE VEGGIES: 

1 medium-sized delicata squash, sliced up to half-an-inch-thick half moons (wow that’s wordy). Toss them in olive oil, salt and pepper before hitting the 450F preheated oven for 25-35 mins, or until  fork tender. Occasionally turn your sheet tray to make sure they’re cooked evenly, and flip the squash over halfway. 

Tear up and cut one head of radicchio into quarter, soak them in ice bath for a couple minutes before assembly. 

Thinly slice one medium-sized asian pear, toss in the juice of half a lemon and season with salt and pepper. 

THE DRESSING: 

Toss half a cup (minus a handful for later) of pecan, or walnut, or hazelnuts (really, any nuts you have around -- 2 tablespoon peanut butter work too), 1 small shallot, juice of half an orange and one lemon, 1 tablespoon dijon mustard, a splash of red wine vinegar and 2 tablespoon maple syrup (or honey) into a blender. Blend together and gradually add in a 1/4 cup of olive oil until a silky consistency is achieved. Season with salt and pepper.

THE ASSEMBLY: 

Spread leftover nuts in a small sheet tray, drizzle with olive oil, salt and one tbsp maple syrup.Put them in the still-hot oven just enough to get them slightly toasty. I tend to forget about them and burn the nuts to the ground, so leave this step until the last 5-10 mins before assembly. 

Combine squash, radicchio in a big bowl, coat with dressing. Transfer to serving plate. 

Sprinkle the toasted nuts, and the asian pear allover squash and radicchio.

Shave some parmesan or piave.

Drizzle with some more olive oil and lemon juice, and crack some more black pepper.

I thought this salad can use the brightness and the blossoming freshness of the Orofino orange wine: stunning colour, burst of tropical fruits and elegant floral notes. My mouth is watering as typed this.  

This SAUSAGE AND CORNBREAD STUFFING changed the stuffing game forever. Honestly, you’d never want to eat another crusty, white bread stuffing for any holidays ever again. It’s so very indulgent, buttery, and loaded with aromatics. Crispy up top, soft and moist -- yes, moist inside.

THE CORNBREAD:

I am obsessed with the cornbread from Boulevard Kitchen and Oyster Bar. And since this recipe relies quite heavily on the cornbread, trust me, you’d want to use the best cornbread you can find. In this case, I’ve found the winner. Cut up 1 1/2 lb cornbread to 3/4″ pieces and leave them in a 350F oven for 40 mins or so until they’re dry. Don’t worry we’ll the moisture back later. Transfer cornbread to a big mixing bowl.

THE STUFFING:

Cook and a lb or so of breakfast sausage in a skillet. Break them apart with a wooden spoon and let brown about 8 minutes. Transfer sausages to a plate.

In the same skillet, leaving the sausage brown bits, add 1/4 cup of butter and cook one diced onion and two stalks of cubed up celery until softened. Add three cloves of chopped garlic and one sliced japaleno, cook for another minute or so. Add 1/2 cup of dry white wine and another 1/4 cup of butter and let the liquid evaporate. Add thyme and chopped sage.

THE ASSEMBLY:

Combine cornbread and stuffing in the mixing bowl, add 2 eggs and 1 1/2 cups of chicken stock. Stir them occasionally until cornbread absorbs most of the liquid.

Lightly butter a cast iron pan, or baking dish and transfer mixture in.

Put the pan in the 350F oven for 40-ish minutes then turn up the heat to 425F for 15-20 mins until the outside is crisp and golden brown.

The VinAmité Chanson d’Amour is quite a delightful pairing for this dish. The chardonnay in the blend gives that soft minerality while keeping the palate fresh and peachy. Another great option is  the Unsworth Pinot Noir: plum-y, dark cherry, a swift hint of earthy herbs - brings out the thyme aroma in the dish.

The last recipe is a simple, choose-your-own-adventure kind of recipe to replace the boring old sweet potato casserole. It’s a BYOB: Build Your Own Baked sweet potato bar!

THE SWEET POTATO:

Cut 4 medium-sized sweet potatoes into half and coat them in olive oil, salt and pepper. Put them cut side down on a sheet tray and into a 425F oven for 30 minutes or until they’re fork tender.

THE TOPPINGS:

The toppings, again, can honestly be anything you’re in the mood for buuut these are my three favourites:

Spicy chorizo cooked in vermouth and butter. It’s as simple as it sounds. In a skillet, heat a tablespoon or so olive oil and bloom chili flakes in it. Slice two links of spanish chorizo and toss into the chili oil. Add vermouth and butter and cook until sauce thickens. 

Spicy soy garlic tempeh. Dice one slab of tempeh (I used tempea) into 1/2 cm cubes and season with salt and pepper. In a skillet, add one table spoon of oil and add 2 cloves of chopped garlic. Toss the tempe in, and add 1 tablespoon of soy sauce, and 1 tablespoon of kecap manis. If you like the heat, add 1-2 sliced up birdseye chili. Serve with cilantro and green onion.

Lobster salad. Cut 2 lobster claws into chunks, add the juice of half a lemon and season with salt and pepper. Add 2 tablespoon of kewpie mayo, one teaspoon of honey, and mix together. Add 2 stalks of thinly sliced celery and top it off with dill. Season with salt and pepper as needed.

THE SAUCE: 

As simple as sour cream (or plain greek yoghurt), lemon juice, olive oil, grated garlic cloves, seasoned with salt and pepper.

The salad dressing leftover works well too!

THE ASSEMBLY:

Go wild ;)

The wines for this particular dish can be as playful as you want them to be buuuut I decided to go with something a bit more crisp, fruity and floral like the Tantalus Vineyard Riesling especially if you go on the lobster route. Another great option is the Bartier Bros Merlot, which, is a slightly nutty, savoury with a touch more of cherry and dark fruits. 

Hosting a holiday dinner is a pretty big job and I admit, it can get really stressful but I hope these easy-ish recipes and the wine (I know the wines work) will help you guys through. A MASSIVE thank you to the team at Legends Haul for making my grocery shopping for this dinner SO. MUCH. EASIER. 

And just another PSA that the holiday is the PERFECT time to support you local wineries and enjoy the delicious wines BC has to offer. And BC has A LOT to offer. So, explore, sip and savour your way throughout this Harvest month. Find more information about BC Harvest Month here.

[isabeaued]

           hello  ,  world  .  i’m  so  stupid  &  it  took  me  too  long  to  write  this  &  it  ?  still  didn’t  turn  out  good  anyway  ,  so  that’s  just  where  i’m  at  .  i’m  cc  ,  nineteen  from  the  cst  w  she  /  her  pronouns  &  this  is  isabeau  ,  who’s  a  brand  new  muse  that  i’m  ?  already  loving  sm  &  i  can’t  to  develop  her  here  ,  i  think  she  deserves  a  little  growth  fjdslkfjdslfsj  .  but  please  like  this  &  i’ll  come  to  you  ,  or  let  me  know  if  you  prefer  d*scord  !

                                                               stats  /  pinterest

*  muse  3  seems  like  isabeau  hwang  ,  a  cis  female  from  edinburgh  who  graduated  from  oxford  with  the  class  of  2019  .  apparently  she  is  a  twenty  -  one year  old  economics  &  business  administration  student  at  st.  astor  ,  so  they  must  be  pretty  smart  ,  or  just  pretty  damn  lucky  .  i  heard  they’re  a  taurus  &  quite  hedonistic  &  gallant  ,  which  kinda  makes  sense  ,  but  i  also  hear  that  they  can  be  habituated  &  fleeting  ,  which  puts  me  off  a  bit  ,  to  be  honest  .  what  do  you  think  ? i’m  not  really  sure  how  i  feel  about  them  .  the  fact  that  they  resemble  jeon  heejin  sorta  helps  ,  though  .  three  things  that  immediately  come  to  mind  whenever  i  see  them  are  hiding  hot  tears  while  being  ankle  deep  in  ocean  water  while  clad  in  expensive  silk  ,  champagne  stained  dresses ,  &  redacted  ;  but  keep  that  last  one  between  us  ,  yeah  ?  

𝓲.     𝕒𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕕𝕘𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥   .

birth   name   :   hwang  soo  min  current   name   :   isabeau  hwang nickname(s) :   not  a  nickname  person  . age   :  twenty  -  one gender   /   pronouns :  cis  gendered   female   /   she  /  her  /  hers orientation   :  pansexual   /   panromantic hometown   :   edinburgh  ,  scotland faceclaim :  jeon   heejin muse  :  3  ,  who  is  stuck  in  an  arranged  engagement  .

fun facts  :   daughter  of  two  business  moguls  who  combined  their  talents  &  business  into  one  big  company  (  HHW  –  a  global  financing  company  )  ,  was  hauled  all  over  the  world  as  a  kid  but  still  sports  a  SCOTTISH  ACCENT  ,  annoyingly  good  at  drawing  &  art  –  but  it’s  just  a  hobby  ,  has  a  closet  full  of  designer  &  still  prefers  ratty  old  clothes  that  smell  like  home  ,  always  smells  like  a  mix  of  jasmine  &  orange  blossom  –  but  doesn’t  wear  perfume  ,  skipped  a  year  of  school  &  was  usually  a  year  younger  than  her  peers  in  her  class  ,  currently  spiraling  VERY  badly  .

aesthetic  :  hiding  hot  tears  while  being  ankle  deep  in  ocean  water  while  clad  in  expensive  silk  ,  waking  up  alone  on  cold  silk  sheets  despite  a  full  list  of  contacts  ,  floating  face  down  in  an  infinity  pool  to  see  how  long  she  can  hold  her  breath  ,  the  wind  picking  up  raven  locks  that  blow  around  her  face  as  she  regains  her  control  ,  an  ever  present  lump  in  her  throat  that  she’ll  never  get  to  rid  herself  of  ,  a  cursed  engagement  ring  she’s  already  thrown  over  a  cliff  just  for  it  to  reappear  on  her  finger  &  dimming  the  sun  with  every  step  taken  toward  a  future  she  can’t  escape  .

playlist  :  pan!c  by  audrey  mika  ,  to  die  for  by  sam  smith  ,  cautious  by  max  leone  ,  modern  loneliness  by  lauv  ,  kings  &  queens  by  ava  max  ,  wicked  game  by  grace  carter  .

𝓲𝓲.     𝕔𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕚𝕔𝕝𝕖   .

             oh ,  how  the  birds  sang  the  morning  of  her  birth  .  with  aphrodite  &  hera  as  witness  ,  soo  min  is  born  with  a  strong  cry  ,  her  mother  exhausted  after  an  extensive  labor  .  the  first  thing  her  mother  does  is  cry  –  because  she  didn’t  want  a  daughter  .  what  a  cruel  world  to  be  born  in  as  a  female  ,  what  a  barbaric  father  to  be  raised  by  as  a  daughter  .  but  ,  soo  min  is  born  &  she  is  blessed  by  the  ANGELS  ;  the  cherubs  that  linger  over  her  as  she  grows  from  baby  to  toddler  to  child  .  hair  in  pigtails  ,  soo  min  adopts  the  name  isabeau  from  a  caretaker  –  a  nanny  in  gray  who  speaks  with  an  accent  she’ll  soon  acquire  for  herself  .  her  parents  try  to  teach  her  how  to  drop  the  scottish  ,  but  it’s  her  mother  tongue  –  if  they  didn’t  want  her  speaking  that  way  ,  they  should’ve  stepped  in  &  raised  her  themselves  .  but  isabeau  knows  ,  even  at  a  young  age  ,  that  her  parents  are  busy  .  mother  is  starting  careers  ,  sending  young  stars  onto  stages  while  father  is  content  with  giving  out  loans  to  the  most  corrupt  of  companies  .  she’s  seven  ,  blowing  out  her  birthday  candles  while  her  father  makes  a  deal  to  give  money  to  the  devil  –  one  million  dollars  to  destroy  a  couple  of  lives  .  is  there  a  price  on  life  ?  yes  ,  it’s  the  first  thing  she  remembers  .

             but  not  even  the  devil  can  dim  the  starlight  that  shines  within  her  .  pure  sunlight  ,  isabeau  is  raised  with  a  quiet  glee  in  her  system  .  she  skips  down  sidewalks  clad  in  yellow  dresses  ,  her  hair  is  pulled  back  by  ribbons  while  she  holds  hands  with  her  nanny  ,  excited  about  her  life  &  everything  the  world  has  to  offer  .  the  older  she  gets  ,  the  less  she  smiles  ,  the  harder  it  becomes  to  see  the  sunshine  through  the  gray  clouds  called  in  by  her  parents  .  her  mother  works  with  father  now  ,  they  swindle  the  poor  with  promises  of  a  better  future  ,  they  invest  in  corporations  who  shoot  bullets  at  the  atmosphere  ,  they  dip  their  hands  in  blood  as  long  as  it  gives  them  a  hefty  paycheck  .  isabeau  lacks  the  same  fire  she  used  to  equip  ,  scarred  &  hurt  by  parents  who  tried  to  teach  a  rabbit  to  be  a  wolf  .  she  goes  to  sleep  with  her  nanny  stroking  her  hair  ,  crying  over  lives  ruined  by  money  ,  greed  &  corruption  .  isabeau  is  GOOD  at  heart  ,  she  wants  the  sun  to  shine  on  everyone  that  walks  the  earth  .  so  while  she  puts  on  a  mask  ,  becomes  a  predator  the  way  they  want  her  to  be  ,  isabeau  never  loses  her  soft  heart  .  

             &  they  should’ve  chosen  their  wish  carefully  .  every  wish  has  a  price  .  she  can  maneuver  her  way  around  a  conference  room  before  she’s  eighteen  ,  can  close  a  deal  with  men  who  look  down  on  her  before  twenty  -  one  .  her  words  masked  with  honey  while  her  parents  look  on  with  pride  ,  unaware  that  she’s  not  on  their  side  .  deals  she  makes  that  harm  the  company  ,  but  nobody  will  know  until  it’s  too late  .  isabeau  is  talented  ,  manipulative  for  the  good  –  not  for  the  army  of  evil  she  was  raised  in  .  then  ,  slapped  across  the  face  on  the  day  of  her  graduation  with  an  announcement  .  marriage  ,  at  twenty  -  three  when  she  finishes  her  master’s  ,  an  engagement  ring  she  doesn’t  want  to  wear  ,  betrothed  to  a  boy  of  evil  .  he’s  a  remnant  of  everyone  isabeau  knows  ,  corrupted  by  the  devil  ,  blessed  by  the  demons  &  she  is  to  join  hands  with  him  ,  join  their  families  so  they  can  continue  a  path  of  wickedness  on  earth  .  she’s  never  felt  so  hopeless  ,  quiet  &  small  while  being  fitted  for  wedding  dresses  at  twenty  ,  hiding  her  tears  while  she  throws  a  damned  ring  into  the  sea  –  only  for  it  to  be  fished  out  hours  later  .  she  runs  as  far  as  she  can  for  higher  education  ,  hiding  behind  rehearsed  smiles  &  her  wealth  .  the  closer  she  gets  to  twenty  -  three  ,  the  less  the  sun  shines  .  isabeau  becomes  less  like  herself  ,  waking  up  in  clothes  that  aren’t  her  own  ,  acting  out  of  character  ,  losing  time  .  but  ,  a  sliver  of  hope  ;  because  it  doesn’t  matter  how  far  gone  she  is  ,  isabeau  was  blessed  by  the  angels  –  hope  is  always  with  her  .

𝓲𝓲𝓲.     𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟   .

             exterior  .  almost  mirrored  to  her  parents  ,  people  know  isabeau  from  her  parents  –  the  ruthless  ,  cold  financial  company  holders  who  are  famous  for  funding  the  most  corrupt  companies  .  equipped  with  a  resting  bitch  face  (  taught  by  her  mother  ,  of  course  )  exterior  wise  isabeau  is  unapproachable  ,  unattainable  .  her  wealth  holds  her  above  ninety  -  nine  percent  of  the  population  &  people  know  that  –  from  the  way  she  talks  &  walks  ,  how  she  holds  herself  ,  how  she  behaves  at  social  gatherings  .  almost  royalty  ,  she’s  cut  herself  off  from  many  friends  –  most  leaving  anyway  when  they  find  out  who  her  parents  are  &  what  they’ve  done  .  

even  so  ,  a  girl  who  always  knows  where  the  fun  is  –  she’s  clearly  stuck  in  a  spiral  ,  falling  deeper  into  a  hole  that  she  seemingly  doesn’t  want  help  with  .  isabeau  is  friends  with  a  lot  of  people  ,  but  not  many  people  are  friends  with  her  .  stuck  in  a  path  of  self  destruction  ,  she’s  lost  the  sunlight  that  used  to  lead  her  life  .  often  found  at  night  ,  kneeling  by  the  waterside  shedding  drunken  tears  because  she’s  losing  control  of  her  life  .  isabeau  knows  she’ s  worth  so  much  more  ,  but  in  every  way  –  she’s  trapped  &  locked  in  for  a  fate  she  doesn’t  want  .

             interior  .  she’s  sharp  &  witty  ,  remnants  of  the  brightness  still  remain  when  focused  .  she  excels  at  classwork  ,  top  of  her  class  while  she  sits  front  row  with  glasses  on  ,  answering  questions  &  befriending  professors  .  it’s  evident  that  there’s  so  much  more  to  isabeau  than  just  the  daughter  of  two  bringers  of  evil  ,  but  heartbreak  &  lost  friendships  hold  her  back  from  making  new  friends  easily  .  a  girl  who  longs  for  GOOD  ,  there’s  no  other  way  to  explain  that  isabeau  is  good  at  heart  .

she  will  always  fight  for  the  light  ,  stand  up  for  the  underdogs  in  the  most  elegant  ways  .  her  mind  is  always  running  ,  schemes  playing  out  in  her  head  when  it  looks  like  she’s  spacing  out  .  she  is  manipulative  &  always  calculated  ,  does  nothing  without  a  motive  ,  without  a  deeper  meaning  behind  it  –  but  there’s  no  malice  behind  her  intentions  .  isabeau  does  bad  for  good  ,  fights  for  the  just  cause  by  fighting  the  way  she  was  taught  .  not  to  be  trifled  with  ,  but  not  to  be  worried  about  lest  you’re  as  evil  as  the  devils  she  was  raised  with  .

𝓲𝓿.     𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕟𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤   .

these  are  all  most  wanted  !  

             betrothed  (  m  /  nb  )  ,  which is  a  long  shot  ,  i  know  –  but  please  give  me  the  dude  who  isabeau  is  engaged  to  .  he  doesn’t  have  to  be  as  evil  as  described  ,  but  his  parents  aren’t  good  people  either  &  he  doesn’t  exactly  give  off  the  image  of  a  pristine  person  (  not  ,  that  isabeau  does  either  –  but  ...  you  know  )  .  give  me  the  drama  &  the  angst  of  “maybe  i  do  care  ,  but  i  shouldn’t”  while  she  spirals  &  the  “you  think  i  wanted  this  ,  isabeau  ?”  &  all  the  fuckin  PAIN  !

            rich  kid  trio  (  any  ,  2  )  ,  people  as  wealthy  as  isabeau  that  she  knows  of  due  to  family  dinners  ,  event  galas  &  being  products  of  the  dirty  ,  rotten  rich  .  sure  ,  they’re  really  only  acquaintances  ,  but  nobody  protects  their  own  like  the  one  percent  ,  so  these  three  have  joined  forces  &  have  had  each  other’s  backs  since  arrival  at  st  .  astor  .

            everything  else  ,  a  roommate  (  probably  in  some  high  end  house  they’re  renting  together  )  ,  a  business  partner  ,  a  study  buddy  /  someone  she  tutors  ,  party  buddies  ,  someone  who  pushes  her  further  into  her  spiral  ,  anyone  else  with  a  funky  accent  that  she  likes  to  hang  out  with  &  their  accents  get  stronger  together  ,  anything  with  angst  please  !

𝓿.     𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕔𝕝𝕦𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟   .

i’d  love  to  get  all  these  plots  filled  up  ,  or  any  ones  that  you  might  have  bc  i’ve  got  sm  fuckin’  muse  for  isabeau  &  this  !  but  if  you’ve  read  this  whole  thing  jesus  ,  you’re  amazing  &  i  love  u  sm  .  please  like  this  &  i’ll  come  to  u  or  lmk  if  u  prefer  disc  &  we  can  go  there  !

[icequeenjules26]

The Butterfly Effect - Part I: If a butterfly flaps its wings...

Summary: It is said that if a Butterfly Flaps its wings it can cause a tsunami at the other end of the world... When nature photographer Dan and god of the forests Phil get caught up in the flap of a butterfly's wings, everything could change forever.

Word Count: 2,6k

Tags: Strangers to lovers, God!Phil, Photographer!Dan

A/n: The first chapter of my third fic for this @phandomreversebang. The second part will be up as soon as I can, I promise. Art will be included in the second part and is done by the AMAZINGLY talented @anotherweirdblog (really guys. holy crap.) and beta'd by my Angel @succubusphan.

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Dan never really called himself a horse-boy. He was someone that loved beauty, elegance and aesthetics before anything else, so he told whoever was willing to listen that loving horses just came along with it. If you loved those things, you’d come across horses sooner rather than later. They were majestic in the purest kind of way, and they could take everyone’s breath away with their stunning beauty if the person would just let them. A horse in action would put everything else to shame.

 As a photographer his first ambition was to capture the beautiful essence of real moments and make people see the world like he did. The downside of working with horses was you never truly knew what they would do, but the upside was no pictures with them ever were truly staged. You couldn’t ask them to smile for the camera, and even if you could, there was no guarantee they would truly do it. 

 Theoretically, Dan was also a nature photographer, taking pictures for magazines and blogs, but he tended to combine the job with the hobby and made the journey to his photography destination on horseback. Mostly so he could take pictures of his horse as well to post on his personal horse blog and social media pages. 

 This particular day he had been commissioned to take forest aesthetic pictures with wildflowers - Dan’s specialty. There was a beautiful landscape made for that commission just a few hours over on horseback, so he decided to take his horse and get some beautiful pictures of her as an added bonus.  He also brought his lady dog around to keep his mare in check if anything unforeseeable would happen while taking pictures of her running and playing freely.

 They had been on the way for almost an hour. Diana was running around at their feet, barking at flowers and trees. Athena, the love of his life and best friend through everything, was used to her antics at this point and just huffed from time to time to keep Diana’s excitement in check. 

 They were a good trio like that. Dan adored them both with all his heart, his black ladies, and they just worked. 

 So they made their way towards their destination, unaware of the fact that they’d never get there.

 ___

 Phil was a god.

 And no, that wasn’t said with arrogance, or hubris. It was an actual fact. 

 He wasn’t what christians would call god, the one, all-knowing entity - not that it existed - but he was still a god. The god of forests. 

 Which had a sense of irony, undoubtedly, since he wasn’t allowed to leave his forest. He was forever cursed to stay in his little part, to take care of its animals and plants. And it was nice, he supposed, to have a connection to his particular stretch of forest, to know all the animals by name, being able to communicate with them; nice and exciting - it was just that it had been like this for millennials. Literal millennials. Phil was about as old as the earth itself, and he had been here all his life.  

 He was getting tired of it. 

 Saying that might have made him sound ungrateful or selfish, but that didn’t make it less true. It wasn’t only the fact that he felt like a bird locked in a cage with no way to get out; but also that things in his forest had been the same - or around the same - forever, basically. Nothing new or exciting happened - or at least very rarely. The forest was fairly secluded, hardly anyone ever passed through, and Phil meeting those people happened even less. Even his animals stayed the same - a strong enchantment kept them from growing old, and if they got hurt Phil had the magical ability to nurse them back to health. 

 The only exciting thing was animal babies getting born from time to time, but even those were rare. 

 What brought him the most joy in life were his best friends. Sure, they weren’t typical friends, not human or at least human-like as he was - save for his pointy fairy ears - but they were real friends nonetheless. 

 He loved all of his animals, whoever was living in his forrest, even if he was envious that they could leave whenever they wanted to, but the ones he loved the most were his best friends. Shikamaru, nicknamed Shika, and Temari, sometimes called Tema (but only by Shika if he wanted to piss her off), were deer that had lived with him for millennials. They had been with him through a lot, and somehow, they’d always managed to make him laugh. 

 They shared stories of the outside world with him - they were bound to his forest as well but where allowed to leave from time to time, even if they weren’t able to stay away for long - and just overall kept him upright. Shika was too smart for his own good and the laziest creature you could find, often getting chastised for it by Temari, who was fierce and strong and brave. Even though they fought a lot, they both had the biggest crush on the other and watching them dance around without making a move tended to make Phil’s grey days a lot brighter. 

 As every morning, they had started this one with breakfast. Phil was a god, so thankfully, he was able to get whatever food he wanted, even though he could just as easily live from grass, tree barks and bugs. 

 That morning, he had decided on a ridiculously sweet stack of pancakes basically drowning in syrup, and his fingers were sticky just from touching the plate. He brought it outside to eat while Shika and Temari started grazing in what he’d consider his front yard. They said good morning without many words, just casually nodding at each other, and started eating in comfortable silence, just a few birds chirping in the distance. 

 When they were done, Phil brought his dishes inside to take care of them later, and when he came back out, Temari and Shika had started the first fight of the day. It was never anything too serious, mainly just Shika using the word bothersome too often. Phil laughed as he stepped outside. 

 Temari groaned in frustration. “Please, don’t encourage him!”

 Phil chuckled again. “Sorry, deer.”

 This time, both Temari and Shika groaned about the bad pun and just started walking, not even checking if Phil came after them or not. 

 Something in the air was different this morning, Phil mused as they strolled through the forest. He couldn’t lay his finger on it, but it was there, hiding steep below the surface. The two deer sensed it as well, stepping closer towards Phil, who laid his hands on their necks and started tickling them to calm them down a bit. He could’ve easily just send them a sense of calm mentally, but he didn’t like dictating what they had to feel. They were their own beings with their own personalities and if they felt anxious or nervous they had the right to do so.

 That’s how they walked on, deeper into the darker parts of the forest, neither of them having any clue that their lives were about to change forever.

 ____

 No matter what you call it, be it coincidence, faith, destiny - it is a funny thing, isn’t it? This fickle, irrational thing that sometimes jumps in and changes the direction of everything. That thing that out of nowhere takes ahold of a situation, flips it around, reverses it just to put it back in order, just to mess it right back up again. We call it Butterfly Effect - this bizarre set of motions that just all cause the next thing to happen - this abstract phenomenon where a butterfly flaps its wings and sets off a multitude of occurrences that end in the apocalypse. It’s like a line of dominos, positioned in increasingly complicated twists and turns, getting just a tiny bit taller with every stone that falls, until a domino the size of a fingernail causes one to fall that’s easily the size of a door. 

 Sometimes, usually, moments, occasions, go by unrecognized, unnoticed, like a tiny pebble lying harmlessly on a concrete floor, multitude of people passing by without ever touching it, until one comes by, driving over it with their bike and ending up literally crashing into the love of their life. 

 In this case, it’s fairly similar - just a lot more complicated. 

 How does this relate to our two heroes? You may ask. Well - in retrospect, it is what caused the entirety of what comes next. 

 Looking at Dan, for example, him and his mare were fairly experienced. They’d made it through several hairy situations, sometimes barely pulling through, and yes, she lost her head sometimes, stormed off and left Dan sitting in the dust, but usually, his lady dog managed to have her calm down within just a few canter strides; and the mare never, ever, ever ran too far from her point of takeoff. 

 Or Phil, centuries, no, millennials old - about as old as the earth as we know it - and omniscient, at least concerning his forrest. He hadn’t been surprised by much in ages, especially not hugely surprised, surprised enough to cause his animals to loose their heads and go riot - in fact, that might not have happened in more than a thousand years. 

 Yet, both happenings were set off by two completely different and unrelated occurrences causing everything the boys had planned for their futures, good and bad, to shatter, crumble into dust. Two incidents at roughly the same time, how is that even possible? Might some of you ask now, and, by all means, you have the right to question, it’s just that - this… This thing, this coincidence, faith, destiny, whatever - it works in mysterious ways, so that at this certain point in time, there is no correct way to answer this particular question. It just happened, and it will have consequences reaching deeply, deeply into the future. 

 Because it caused them to meet each other.

 On Dan’s end, it was merely a gust of wind and old, slightly broken electrical wires that, over several different stations, caused Athena to flip and forget all the education she had experienced in her life, all the trust she had in Dan, her best friend. 

 It was a gust of wind that has a tiny, innocent little spider falling into the open window of the powerhouse closest to Dan’s estimated destination. It managed to take a hold of one of the fuses, where it just sat for a while, stunned. When the electricians came in for the daily check-up - just to see if everything was still in order - it moved, startling the electrician, causing him to stumble backwards, just one, two steps… Where his foot landed exactly on a weak point in the wiring on the ground. That weak point had been there for years, proverbial ages, yet nothing had ever happened - just now, when the electricians weight causes the wiring to bent just a little bit further… The wiring broke. The breakpoint stopped the electricity to flow, causing a significant area to be without power.

 Usually, that was not much of a problem. There were just a few houses that far away from everything, barns and cottages that were mostly void of humans at this time of the year, and especially midday hardly anyone even noticed the power was out. Just one cow, a brown steer named Lory, was trying to get to the other side of her electrical fencing - as we all know, the grass on the other side is always greener - and touched the fencing in the progress… Realizing there is no electric shock keeping her back. So she strained the two laces, stepping through between them, easily getting on the other side. The fencing snapped back into place afterwards and none of her friends followed her. 

 For a momentwhile, nothing happened. Lory kept grazing, the herd kept doing the same on the other side of the fence, all was well. Until she wanted to get back, back to her herd, her friends, touched the fencing and got a small electric shock, just a slight pinch, that had her stepping back and realize - her one way back was blocked. She was isolated from her herd. 

 Like every cow in her situation, she flipped, trotted back and forth on her side of the fencing, calling loudly, almost violently for her friends. Her herd came by and panics as well - 

 And that was the point where Athena, Diana and Dan came across the herd. The mare was usually okay with cows, even though she’s always found them creepy, but this - this was simply too much for her. 

 She freaked, storming off, Dan barely hanging on to her, so fast Diana was barely able to follow, let alone trying to calm her down. 

 She ran, almost headless, just trying to get away - unintentionally crossing the border into Phil’s territory. 

 On Phil’s end, it’s not that complicated. It’s just that usually, storms didn’t reach his forrest. The magical barriers he had put up to defend it kept them away. But his wards were wearing off, and this midday, as he strolled along the familiar paths, he discovered a tree almost burned down by a bolt of lightning. Admittedly, not a big deal, but for Phil, who’s life hadn’t held new and unknown happenings for millennials, it was a shock. 

 He didn’t have himself in check, and both Shika and Tema reacted to his sudden mood swing, jumping around violently. 

 And this is where their parts crossed. Where Dan and Phil, literal worlds apart and under normal circumstances further away from meeting than the sun and the moon, suddenly clashed, with a tremor so severe nothing would ever be the same again. 

 ___

 If Athena wouldn’t have flipped, if Levy wouldn’t have left her herd, if the electricity hadn’t been cut off - all the way back to if the gust of wind hadn’t knocked that spider in through the window - they never even would’ve gotten to Phil’s forest. And if the tree wouldn’t have been hit by that lightning bolt, if Phil’s wards wouldn’t have started to wear off exactly the night before and if Phil wouldn’t have freaked, Shika never would’ve jumped around so mindlessly. But both, no, all of those things did happen exactly that way, and that was the only reason everything was about to change.

 Instead of running straight through the forest, not even realizing what they’d set foot in, they passed Phil and his deer, who were going wild. Shka, not paying attention to where he was jumping at all, managed to somehow step exactly on Athena’s path, and that’s how it happened - the still panicked mare only became aware of the equally freaked deer at the last second, had nowhere to go… And by some miracle, instead of crushing straight into him, she managed to somehow step around him, completely losing her footing in the process, crashing onto the ground mercilessly. Being the smart mare that she was, she managed to keep both Diana and Dan relatively unharmed as she went down. 

 Just for one blink of an eye, it seemed as though time was standing still, nothing moving. Blue eyes met brown ones and with a feeling of severity for both boys, the world started moving again like a long dormant suddenly springing back to life, spitting out lava and burning everything around it in the process.

[tsukiprotranslations]

[Translation] Machine Elements - Cast Presentation: ROCK DOWN

ROCK DOWN!! Y’all, there’s a cute tidbit about Sho in this part of the pamphlet~! 

※ Please don’t re-post and re-translate this interview under any circumstances. If you want to translate it to your native language, I can provide the kanji I transcribed from the scans ^^

Under the cut, enjoy~!

ONODA SHO

“Hey, Haruto. The world really is overflowing with a lot of beautiful things, isn’t it?”

PROFILE:

NAME: Onoda Sho

GUILD: ROCK DOWN (※ Guildmaster)

BASE: Art City [Rikugo]

☐ He’s the Guildmaster for ROCK DOWN, a guild that continuously seeks beauty. He is the second prince of a certain country and while he has denounced his claim to the throne, he possesses a certain elegance and dignity fitting for a royal.

☐ Due to a belief that it can cure his illness, he was raised as a girl until a certain age to help his frail body. As a result, he was called [The White Flower Princess]. Even now, there are people in the kingdom who call him that.

☐ The entire guild is good at using the properties of the earth and is in possession of a few unique technologies, some particular in the cultivation of plant life. As a result, the public organizations, museums, art museums, and such of [Rikugo] have entrusted them with the landscaping of places. In turn, their connection to the Central Political Administration grew stronger.

COMMENT:

Hello? I’m ROCK DOWN’s Onoda Sho.

Everyone’s visuals have been released, huh? It’s rare for me to wear such a fantasy costume that I excitedly accepted mine. Each of our costumes have their own unique characteristics and sometimes, it makes you wonder what a certain thing is used for, doesn’t it? Things like, “I wonder how this is used?” come to mind (laughs). I want to portray this beautiful costume on stage as the leader of ROCK DOWN, a guild that shows beautiful aesthetics. Please look forward to it.

KUJIKAWA HARUTO

“Being moved and all is okay but please, look properly at where you’re walking.”

PROFILE:

NAME: Kujikawa Haruto

GUILD: ROCK DOWN

BASE: Art City [Rikugo]

☐ He’s a younger servant who came along with Sho after the latter denounced his right to the throne to become a Craftsman. Ten years after: He and Sho got together and became Craftsmen so they established the guild as commemoration.

☐ Just like Sho, he’s skilled with using the element of the earth. They centered their activities around its cultivation and soon after, the members of their guild continued to increase. Presently, not only is he known as a skilled Craftsman in Rikugo but, he seems to be recognized as a world-class Craftsman as well.

☐ He tends to be misunderstood because of his stern look and unique energy but he is actually friendly despite the looks. It seems like he invites Reiji, a member a bit older than him, to go out to eat by saying, “I’m hungry,” and tends to act spoiled around him.

☐ He loves animals. It seems like he goes to the forest once a week where he tends to take naps with wild animals under a large tree.

COMMENT:

I’m sure that there are a lot of people meeting me for the first time so, it’s nice to meet you. I’m ROCK DOWN’s Kujikawa Haruto.

My nickname is [Warrior]. That’s why, true to my nickname, I will work hard and earnestly at rehearsals without making any excuses. Generally speaking, I have very little experience with stage plays. No, I think it would be more accurate to say that I have zero experience. However, everyone has something they’re trying for the first time… I think that this play will be a good memory for me as well. I will give it everything that I’ve got. Let’s meet each other again in the theater, okay?

AMAHA REIJI

“Welp, I thought that he’d pretty much get bored so I went with him.”

PROFILE:

NAME: Amaha Reiji

GUILD: ROCK DOWN

BASE: Art City [Rikugo]

☐ ROCK DOWN’s most expressive and talkative member. He’s a skilled Craftsman who can excellently control the contradictory elements of earth. Since he is confident in his skills, there are a lot of times when he takes on a large amount of requests from boastful (and sometimes, women) customers.

☐ Ayumu is his childhood friend as their families are close. In the past, there was an incident where he teased Ayumu for having such a frail body that Ayumu pushed himself so hard that he almost died. It became a huge trauma for him that he vowed to watch over Ayumu but… Ayumu doesn’t like it and they always end up fighting.

☐ His base might be in Rikugo but, he decided to come with Ayumu on his journey of unraveling the world’s mysteries. However, while in the middle of their journey, they met and picked up Gaku and Ruka, a pair of mysterious traveling [Performer Craftsmen].

☐ Though he might have his perverse sides, there’s no doubt that he’s a kind man who likes taking care of people.

COMMENT:

Good afternoon, I’m ROCK DOWN’s Amaha Reiji.

We’re in such a fantastical costume, huh? I go on a journey together with Ayumu. This sort of pairing has become a classic now, hasn’t it~? But actually, this time around we have a new kind of parner. Mechanical birds called [Kazatori]! We bring them along with us. These [Kazatori] are actually supposed to move on stage but, it’s a bit difficult saying our lines while maneuvering them at the same time (bitter smile). I train hard every day together with Ayumu and SOARA, the original owners of the [Kazatori] without much complaints (laughs). We wish to be able to perfect it and show everyone soon!

TACHIBANA AYUMU

“Who built these ruins…? What lies beyond the sky…? I got curious about these mysteries of the world and so I went on a journey.”

PROFILE:

NAME: Tachibana Ayumu

GUILD: ROCK DOWN

BASE: Art City [Rikugo]

☐ Affiliated to ROCK DOWN, he’s a young man with strong intellect and a curious mind. Ever since the day he read about the world’s mysteries in a book at the library, he has made it his life’s goal to unravel them.

☐ He and his parents were originally members of the guild SOARA and were dispatched to go to Rikugo. It seems like he and Reiji have recently started using the [Kazatori] that their parents gave them.

☐ After getting used to living in Rikugo, he leaves on a journey to find the famous floating ruins that he read about in a certain book. Just as he was about to begin his journey, there was an incident where Growth made certain ruins surface. Furthermore, a mysterious guild called Six Gravity came and treated the floating ruins familiarly as if it were theirs.

☐ Despite his cool exterior, he actually has a weakness for sweets (specially Japanese sweets). While he was traveling, he enjoyed indulging in sweets from different places under the guise of ‘nutrition procurement’.

COMMENT:

I’m ROCK DOWN’s Tachibana Ayumu. 

This being a joint stage means that all of TsukiPro’s units are participating. Us ROCK DOWN have only just debuted as a unit, not counting our individual activities. Still, we have no plans of using to the other units when it comes to teamwork. But… Seeing how they shine together on stage makes me realize there are a lot of walls to overcome. We have quite a ways to go but I’ll do my best so that we’ll leave our mark in history.

OGURO GAKU

“Well, whether it ends safely is… it’s all up to you.”

PROFILE:

NAME: Oguro Gaku

GUILD: ROCK DOWN

BASE: Art City [Rikugo]

☐ A (self-proclaimed) [Performer Craftsman] that Reiji and Ayumu picked up on their journey. He and Ruka make money by doing magic shows that showcase unique machinery and technologies that they developed themselves. His specialty is knife-throwing and sword-dancing.

☐ He was actually born in a rural area at the western end of the continent. He seemed to be living a self-sufficient life where it was normal for both men and women to be out working on the field. He is very good at cooking, too.

☐ He happened to be near the site where Growth made some ruins surface that he bore witness to an incident where some of his working tools and machinery were destroyed after they were surrounded by a weird pulse that emanated from the ruins. It seems like he met Reiji on his way to the Art City of Rikugo to get his tools fixed.

COMMENT:

Good afternoon~! I’m Oguro Gaku, one of the Performer Craftsmen. I think there are a lot who are meeting me for the first time so please, feel free to call me [Gaku] or [Gakkun] or whatever you like to make it easier to remember. My special skill today is, well, to put it simply, knife-throwing. It is of course, dangerous to actually do that on stage so, I’ll do my best to make it as realistic as possible. Now then, it’s the beginning of an adventure!

NADUMI RUKA

“Now, now, come one, come all~! The world’s most mysterious show is about to start~!”

PROFILE:

NAME: Nadumi Ruka

GUILD: ROCK DOWN

BASE: Art City [Rikugo]

☐ One of the two (self-proclaimed) [Performer Craftsmen]. Together with Gaku, they make money by doing magic shows that showcase unique machinery and technologies that they developed themselves. His specialty is a fantastic light show that makes use of magic and light.

☐ He was born in the Downtown area of the Industrial City of Touda. It seems like he had grown up and gotten used to being there in a blink of an eye. He was an orphan but luckily, a merchant who loves taking care of people took him in and soon, he began his travels around the world with the merchant.

☐ Since he has been exposed to a lot of different places and cultures since he was young, he has a wide range of knowledge and is very sophisticated. He’s also called Gaku’s “Walking Guidebook”.

☐ He met his current [Performer Craftsman] partner Gaku at a town near Procellarum’s base, the White Demon Stone『Byakko』. They met each other by coincidence as they shared a seat during a meal but now, they’re irreplaceable partners for each other.

COMMENT:  

If it’s a play then… it’s definitely me! This is my home territory! And so, I’m Nadumi Ruka who normally appears in stage plays! To the people reading the [KisoSekai] pamphlet, hello~!

My highlights for this play are: 1.) My cool and cute costume, 2.) My excellent acting, 3.) My perfect dancing, maybe? I guess you can call it perfect… I’m just joking (laughs). Please cheer on everyone in the cast! I think you’ll get to find your oshi fave after that! I’ll have to do my best so I can be included, huh?! Now then~ I’ll get fired up today, too!

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 ⇢ DANSE MACABRE ~ As a newborn vampire, you still have a lot to learn ― fortunately, someone is very happy to teach.“Step number one: pick your prey.” ~ Vampire!AU, light angst and horror; smut ~ 13,702 

 ⇢ Pulse ~ ❝ You fell in love with Kim Taehyung during Med School. Now living totally different lives in completely different hospitals, you’re pulled together by fate when someone plants a bomb in your hospital. ❞ ~  Medical AU , Smut, Angst, Love ~ 11 parts

 ⇢ one good purr (deserves another) ~ Maybe it wasn’t the best idea to visit Taehyung just before your heat. (Or to ask if his best friend was available.) ~ Shifter au, Fox!Taehyung, smut, shifter au, college au, romance, fluff ~ 4 parts

 ⇢ Tainted Souls ~ vampire!au, smut ~ 6.3k

 ⇢ Through The Lens ~ Hell is being the daughter of a big entrepreneur and having to attend every one of his events, especially this opening ceremony one. Even though he strictly forbid your contact to any men, your lusting heart couldn‘t possibly resist the risk of a scandal to have the famous photographer Kim Taehyung right there and then. ~ angst, smut ~ 9.5k

 ⇢ little more bite ~ after a shitty day at work, you’re determined to go home and snuggle up with your blankets to watch netflix. sadly, the universe and this mutt named taehyung don’t seem to want that to happen, though. ~ smut, wolf!hybrid x panther!hybrid ~ 5k

 ⇢ worth the wait ~ “Let’s drink so much that the coast guard has to kick us out.” ~ fluff, party-hookup, richboy!tae ~ 6.3k

 ⇢ Opia ~ Taehyung had been perfectly happy living the life as a successful businessman and playboy. He had shoved aside all of his darker thoughts in life, every fear of his had been banished without the need to ponder on them. Until he met you and you changed everything he’d ever known. ~ romance, slow burn ~ 14k

 ⇢ daddy issues ~ single parent, smut, fluff, angst ~ 16.1k

 ⇢ A Friendly Favour ~ smut, hybrid ~ 2 parts (2)

 ⇢ AWAY FROM THE SUN ~ fluff and soft angst, soulmate!au ~ 20.409

 ⇢ Nightcall ~ Your one night stand with handsome stranger Kim Taehyung doesn’t exactly go according to plan. ~ smut ~ 7.1k

  ⇢ SONDER ~ the realization that each passerby has a life as vivid and complex as your own. You meet Kim Taehyung for the first time on a rainy winter day. At that time you had no idea who he was nor what he’d turn out to become but, even then when you didn’t know anything about him, you were being healed by his presence. Who knew you could fall in love like that, at random and all at once. ~ Romance, Angst, Fluff, Light Smut, Photographer!AU ~ 17,229

  ⇢ WE TOUCHED THE SUN ~  for the first time in a year, a pair of eyes stare right into his and then a chance encounter in autumn bleeds into eternity. ~  fluff, angst, slow burn, kinda?? friends to lovers ~ 20k

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 ⇢ MAGIC IN YOUR FINGERTIPS ~ growing up with jeon jungkook at hogwarts includes many things: awkward first impressions, potion spills, invigorating quidditch matches. but most of all, it means you never, ever get to be top of the class, and you will never forgive him for it. (hogwarts au/childhood rivals to lovers au)  ~ fluff with a sprinkle of angst ~ 9.33k

 ⇢ moonlight melody ~ when your loving best friend playfully pranks you one too many times, you decide that revenge is best served hot, over a period of thirty days, and with a little extra help from the best violinist you know (sorry jimin). or, the one where during your month-long vacation in italy with your youth orchestra, you realize that vengeance is sweet but fake dating jungkook is sweeter.{fake dating!au, university orchestra!au, vacation!au} ~ fluff, future angst ~ 26k

 ⇢ moonlight melody ~ 25k

 ⇢ LIFEGUARD!JUNGKOOK ~ 12.6k

 ⇢ SET ON YOU ~ Sports has never been your thing, so when you find yourself in a sports hall that reeks of perspiration and cologne and in front of a group of volleyball players whom you’re supposed to be managing (heck, you can’t even manage your own life), you know that you’re in Deep Shit™. Especially when Jeon Jungkook, the golden setter of the team aka the boy who holds stars in his eyes, starts to occupy your reveries, slowly becoming both the quiet and pandemonium of your heart. ~ Fluff, smut, volleyball!AU, college!AU, setter Jungkook x manager reader ~ 18.1k

 ⇢ Perfect ~ Jungkook has always been in your life in some way, the friend that keeps coming back time after time and the one friends and family are convinced is the one for you. Yet despite so many perfect moments, it just never seems to work out between the two of you. ~ Childhood   Sweethearts!AU, Fluff, Slight Angst ~ 13k

 ⇢ irresistible ~ The start of your freshman year of college, you have the utmost unlikely of tragedies to both meet Jeon Jungkook, your dorm’s RA, and fall into a deep, utterly helpless, and tenacious hatred for him ~ college!au, fluff, smut ~ 14k

 ⇢ Just For Tonight ~ In order to get into the infamous underground Start-of-the-Year party, you and Jungkook need to complete a list of wild dares - and maybe fall in love in the process of it.  ~ fluff, smut ~ 17,213

 ⇢ MAKE A HOME OUT OF YOU ~ it’s the small, quirky details that help you remember how much you loved him despite it being years since you’ve seen each other, or make you realise that maybe, you’ve never really stopped loving him in the first place. ~ angst, slight fluff, future smut ~ 9.192         (part 2) ~ 17k

 ⇢ crosshairs ~ he’s never letting you out of his sight again ~ angst, smut, secret agent!au ~ 10.5k

 ⇢ Roommates ~ 3 parts

 ⇢ Case Closed ~ smut ~ 7252

 ⇢ Concealed Weapon ~ Jungkook turns out not to be quite who you thought he was, and your reaction takes you both by surprise. ~ mafia!au ~ 10k

 ⇢ STARBOY ~ Jeon Jungkook was, above anything else, the type you should not get involved with. He was the guy who slept around; the guy who was gone before you woke up; who left a path of broken hearts and missed calls wherever he went. He was right in just about every wrong way. That being said, maybe the bet you made with your friend could be the best thing that happened to you in a long time, and even enough to break the chain of misfortune that circled your party nights — after all, it was all just a simple, four-part plan to make Jungkook beg for you. What could possibly go wrong? ~ Fratboy!AU, College!AU, smut ~ 14,285

 ⇢ THE CONSOLATIONS OF PHILOSOPHY  ~ “It doesn’t make you vulnerable to allow someone else to love you, to be kind to you. Most of the time, we are not kind to ourselves, anyways.” ~ ChildhoodFriends!AU, College!AU, angst, fluff, implied smut, friends to lovers ~ 21,546

 ⇢ MY BEAUTY, MY BLOOD ~ With Namjoon out of the picture, Jeongguk has to step up and be the sole successor to the organization laid out before him. However, guilt doesn’t escape him very easily, and neither does your persistence. ~ Fluff, Angst, Mafia AU, Single Parent AU ~ 20,001

 ⇢ SUNDAY MORNING ~ Every Sunday, Jeongguk went to the laundry room. The space was empty, a peace he could only find in the early hours of the day, but the quietude didn’t last long when his heart beat a little faster at the sight of you.  ~ Fluff, College AU ~ 6985

 ⇢ SWEET TOOTH ~ you try not to fall for an insistent college kid with sweater paws. ~ smut, humour, baby boy!jungkook, cafe!au ~ 12.1k

 ⇢ Chance Ball ~ A pair of infamous volleyball rivals are paired together and with their shared goal of winning gold in the Olympics, they might just become friends or even something more. ~ smut, angst, beach volleyball!au, friend to lovers ~ 11k

 ⇢ SET ON YOU ~ Sports has never been your thing, so when you find yourself in a sports hall that reeks of perspiration and cologne and in front of a group of volleyball players whom you’re supposed to be managing (heck, you can’t even manage your own life), you know that you’re in Deep Shit™. Especially when Jeon Jungkook, the golden setter of the team aka the boy who holds stars in his eyes, starts to occupy your reveries, slowly becoming both the quiet and pandemonium of your heart. ~ Fluff, smut, volleyball!AU, college!AU ~ 18.1k

 ⇢ Temptation ~ Werewolf, smut ~ 6 parts

 ⇢ Employee Perks ~ Sure, the employee perks at your job were bonuses, life insurance, sick leave, health benefits etc. etc., but the best employee perk of all was working with a man known as Jeon Jungkook. ~ angst, smut, fluff ~ 16k

 ⇢ Tainted Souls ~ vampire!au, smut ~ 9k

 ⇢ shut up and eat your cereal ~ Jungkook is tired of you roasting him for not finding love so he takes out his revenge in a special way. ~ smut ~ 4.8k

 ⇢ Switch Lanes ~ fluff, smut ~ 16.6k

 ⇢ The Ocean and Its Wind ~ In which you fall in love with the popular and almost unreachable surfer Jungkook, who rode every each of his waves perfectly in his own bliss. Your only hitch was, that you were solely the lame beach bar woman, until he proved you otherwise one day. ~ surfer!au, angst, smut, fluff ~ 19.9k 

 ⇢ SOUND ~ you’re taking a very interesting course this semester —sound psychology, and jeon jungkook, being the fuckboy he’s always been, has an idea to record you while having sex for the assignment which was given. ~ college!au, fuckboy!au, fratboy!au, smut ~ 13,738

 ⇢ Beauty and The Beast ~ When you were dragged to the beast’s castle you were expecting to be locked away, not to be greeted by luxury and the mysterious boy who you must sleep with every night - maybe it’s all just part of the curse. ~ fairytale!au, smut, fluff, angst ~ 11.6k

 ⇢  Four Letters ~ Your icy exterior makes it seem as though you dislike everyone- which is partially true. But the one person you truly dislike is the cocky frat boy Jeon Jungkook. ~ College!AU, Enemies to Lovers, FWB!Jungkook, IceQueen!Reader, smut ~ 10 parts

 ⇢ alpha and omega ~ magic!au (HP ‘verse), drama, action, romance ~ 24k words 

 ⇢ searching for ~  romance, drama, soulmate!au ~ 10k

 ⇢ the clinging star ~ drama, romance ~ 5.6k

 ⇢ zeus should’ve controlled his libido ~ fluff, romance, fwb!au ~ 6.4k

  ⇢ social media!au ~ in which y/n and yoongi are music major buddies and they meet jungkook, music and art major, and shit gets saucy. ~ 45 parts

  ⇢ THE PHILOSOPHY OF GOOD LUCK ~  “you told me i looked good and that you needed to get a tattoo of my face” is not the explanation you wanted to hear from the tattoo artist that permanently etched the dumbest drunken request of your life onto your skin. ~ tattoo parlor and roommate au, smut, fluff ~ 7k

  ⇢ BLUE ISN’T FOR YOU ~ “jeon jungkook is the epitome of ‘new’ for you and, without a doubt, the strangest frat boy you’ve ever met.” ~ smut, mainly fluff, angst + college au ~ 7.2k

  ⇢ ARROW TO THE HEART ~ jeon jungkook doesn’t understand what the fuss is about the rival gang’s sniper. she’s a perfect marksman, they say, yet every time he has faced her he’s gotten away - quite easily too. is he just that good? maybe. is the real reason, unbeknownst to him, that he also happens to be kind of (it’s complicated) dating her? one hundred percent. ~ smut, lots of fluff, angst; kinda enemies to lovers, gang au and a dash of neighbour au in there too ~ 7.8k+

  ⇢ messier 81. ~ jungkook is an annoying know-it-all, and who cares if galaxies aren’t really pink? ~ childhood friends to lovers au, fluff ~ 2582

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 ⇢ Tinder Au ~ When Taehyung and Jungkook sign Jimin up for Tinder as a joke, they never thought they’d find the Agust D’s account. Jimin is not as impressed. He’s been through enough heartbreaks in the past to know it’s too good to be true. There’s no way his idol likes him, especially with that profile picture. Will Jimin’s messy relationship history get in the way of his happiness?But why does it matter? He’s not actually talking to Min Yoongi. ~ social media!au  ~ 72 parts

𝕁𝕚𝕜𝕠𝕠𝕜 

 ⇢ Mans Best Friend ~ An au in which Jungkook happens to stumble across someone’s dog playing with his puppy Miri, but as it happens the owner of the mysterious dog would be an extremely attractive and kind hearted man ~ social media!au ~ 35 parts

 ⇢ YOUTUBE AU ~ Park Jimin (Beauty and Lifestyle) and Jeon Jungkook (Gamer) become close friends over the years of doing YouTube. They eventually decide that they want to live together. How will things progress from there? ~ social media!au ~ 20 parts

 ⇢ Social Media AU ~ Jimin and Jungkook have been dating for over a year, ever since Tae introduced his band mate Jungkook to his best friend Jimin. They decided that it was best for both of them to keep their relationship hidden. What happens when Jungkook accidentally tells the world about them? ~ 30 parts

 ⇢ NANNY AU ~ Alpha Jungkook is struggling to find a job until his best friend finds him a job as a nanny. What he didn’t know was the single dad he was working for happened to be only 2 years older than him and absolutely gorgeous. Omega Jimin doesn’t know what he’s in for when he hired Jungkook as his nanny ~ social media!au ~ 20 parts

 ⇢ CALICO AU ~ “I just hope my cat doesn’t tell you how much I am in love with you” ~ 25 parts

 ⇢ ROSE AU ~ “But he who dares not grasp the thorn, should never crave the rose” ~ social meadia!au ~ 27 parts

⇢ Our Secret AU ~ jimin is a part of bts and jungkook is a solo artist and they have been dating for a while now. they love each other a lot, just are getting a little sick of having to love each other behind closed doors. ~ social media!au ~ 51 parts

  ⇢ studio ghibli au ~ Kookie and Mochi bond over their shared love for Studio Ghibli and a beautiful relationship blooms. Meanwhile, Jungkook and Jimin hate each other with a burning passion. What happens when the two are paired for the upcoming dance performance? ~ social media!au ~ 30 parts

⇢ Weed Make A Good Couple ~ Botanist Jimin finds himself broke and on the verge of being evicted. So as a last resort, he decides to start growing and selling weed. Jungkook is one of his clients. ~ social media!au ~ 36 parts

 ⇢ FUCK YOU ~ In which you have the first sentence your soulmate will say to you tattooed on your shoulder, Jimin’s being “Excuse you, your morning boner is poking at my thigh”.Even though Jungkook doesn’t have as bad luck as Jimin does, he isn’t completely satisfied with his “Fuck you” tattoo either. ~ soulmate au 

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 ⇢ Just Curious AU ~ ‘i just wanted to get my degree and make music, how did i get into this mess?’ / in which yoongi is sick of pining over a boy who didn’t pick him. ~ social media!au ~ 36 parts

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 ⇢ “My Other Half” ~ Seokjin is a world famous singer. His soulmate’s name has been on his wrist for two years already (him being 23), but no one besides his managers, his friends, and himself have seen it. Namjoon is a quiet college student who’s just trying to make it through his philosophy courses. When his 21st birthday comes in September, he’s surprised to see who’s name appears on his wrist. ~ social media!au ~ 26 parts

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𝕋𝕒𝕖𝕜𝕠𝕠𝕜

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I was tagged in this meme thingy by @bushybeardedbear and @mutherplocker0665!! thanks, it does look life fun <3

Coffee or Tea - oddly enough i drink coffee more often and am way pickier about tea though

Early bird or Night Owl

Chocolate or Vanilla - although...i don’t like a whole lot by itself

Spring or Fall - flowers!!

Silver or Gold - both have their Benefits but silver is preferable aesthetically. except it tarnishes so requires the occasional polish

Pop or Alternative - no preference, although i have a weakness for catchy tunes

Freckles or Dimples - i have little dimples but my freckles are so few that i wish they were a bit more ;_;

Snake or Shark - i saw a nurse shark once while scuba diving and it was awesome (i like snakes too though)

Mountains or Fields - the other day an acquaintance of mine said that he once traveled to a place without mountains - a totally flat place - and commented on how depressing it looked and even though i haven’t lived around mountains by entire life i literally can’t imagine living somewhere without mountains i’d hate to see the horizon unbroken by something. also have you ever looked down into a valley while standing on the edge of a mountain?? literally awesome. and snowy mountains?? yes please the Sierra Nevada look jaw-droppingly gorgeous in winter and spring

Thunderstorm or Lightning - one thing (of very few things) i miss about the southeastern U.S. is the thunderstorms...and we’re too far from the desert to see much of them ;_;

Egyptian or Greek mythology - no preference sorry i’m boring

Ivory or Scarlet - the color?? because if the color i’m not a big fan of white but red is easily my second favorite

Flute or Lyre - i’m an ex-band geek...although i played clarinet like a nerd

Eyes or Lips - holding eye contact for longer than half a second is like pulling teeth so by default...

Witch or Fairy - no preference

Opal or Diamond - did you know that one totally worthless method to find out if you’ve got a real diamond in your hand is to burn it because they’re made of carbon and carbon burns?? sure you’ll end up with a palm full of ash but hey at least it was once a real diamond!! (also incidentally graphite - not diamonds - is the most stable conformation of carbon; and yes graphite is the stuff in your pencil)

Butterflies or Honeybees - butterflies are pretty sure but honeybees are essential to life in a totally different way...also i’ve never been stung by a bee so i bear them no ill will

Macaroons or Eclairs - macaroons are Dry and eclairs are cream-stuffed and doughy and those are qualities i dislike in dessert...

Typewritten or Handwritten letters - tbh i’m not picky but handwritten has more character to it and so long as i can read the handwriting we’re good

Secret Garden or Secret Library - one that only the birds can find

Rooftop or Balcony - seems more private?? even if not really

Spicy or Mild - food without spice is so boring i can’t stand ‘mild’ i literally get bored. if my meal doesn’t Hurt then what’s even the point?? (this is probably why i shouldn’t be allowed to cook in my house)

Opera or Ballet - i’ve never been to the opera...could be interesting

London or Paris - ...is there a third option?? no?? well guess i pick where they speak English and orient myself more easily and where it’s not France

Vincent Van Gogh or Claude Monet - Monet is...flowers?? dancers?? no wait the dancers are Degas

Denim or Leather - as long as it’s not a denim jacket

Potions or Spells - it’s like organic chem lab but i don’t have to write a lab report after!!

Ocean or Desert - i like the desert too but if the water’s warm like it’s not here then gimme

Mermaid or Siren - *shrugs*

Masquerade Ball or Cocktail party - i’m very lazy with costumes but masquerade balls sound more formal and elegant and dramatic. did the Phantom of the Opera disrupt a cocktail party?? no he did not

Whoever wants to reveal their secrets next can go for it and have fun!! if you see this and make it to the end and haven’t done it already consider yourself tagged??