#or more like. NOT admit to relating to it

[kuurechr]

Summary : After ten years in prison, Sukuna returns home. Unfortunately for him, with time comes change. And the worst change he has to deal with is the fact that his kids have become full blown teenagers. Warnings : inaccurate prison and police related stuff probably, exposition , and teenagers

Sukuna closed the car door and let out a loud sigh, running his hands through his hair. 

He didn’t often feel nervous. He could count the number of times he had ever felt nervous, on one hand. 

First, it was proposing to you. He never admitted he was nervous about this one. But he still remembered having to wipe the sweat that kept building up on his hands as he waited to ask you if you would marry him. 

The second time was when you both had your first kid. It was his first born child. Of course he was fucking nervous. He was gripping onto your hand, firm, as you laughed off how scared you were of the entire thing. Thankfully, it went well. And the two of you had a beautiful little girl. 

Sukuna wasn’t scared to have his next kid, after his daughter. A son wasn’t much different. 

But the third time he felt nervous was when you had your third, and last child. It had been a difficult process, and Sukuna wasn’t allowed in the operating room when it had gone south. Sukuna held you more than your baby, while you were both recovering. It was probably the most scared he’d ever been in his life. 

The fourth time was 10 years ago. 

When he was sentenced to prison. For 10 years. 

Sukuna huffed as you closed the door on your side, getting comfortable in the drivers’ seat. He gestured to his legs, cramped in the front. “Which kid of ours has legs this short?” 

"I do." You chuckled, putting your seatbelt on as Sukuna adjusted his seat. “Suiko’s been driving, remember?” 

“And you’re teaching her?” Sukuna asked, raising a brow. You sent him a look and he scoffed. “I hope you’ve gotten better in the past decade.” 

“I’m about to show you how good I got,” you snarked back, jiggling the keys in your hand for show, before starting the engine. “Wanna get some food on our way? Have you been craving anything?” 

Sukuna shrugged. “Nothin’. What would the brats want?” 

“I was gonna get pizza tomorrow, for when everyone else comes,” you replied, swiping through radio stations. “So I made some food before I came to pick you up.” 

Sukuna’s shoulders tensed slightly. “Would I be in better… graces? If I bought them somethin’?” 

You sighed, lowering the volume on the random FM station you’d stopped at, smiling over at him and surveying his expression carefully. Sukuna grunted, looking away. “‘Kuna. You know this is gonna be hard.” 

“‘Course I know that.” 

“Doesn’t mean you have to suck up to them, though,” you hummed. “They didn’t forget you. They’re well aware you’re their dad.” 

Sukuna scoffed. “But they’re not gonna see me like that,” he said, deciding to search through the radio stations himself, now that you’d stopped. “I’m just this… fucking man that you forced them to write to and see once a year.”

Sukuna regretted saying that as he saw you falter, your gentle smile falling as you pressed your lips together. “I’m sorry,” you said softly. “You know I meant to bring them around more often, but…” 

But, it was hard to force teenagers to come see their dad, locked up in a prison that was hours away from home. 

“No…” Sukuna huffed, running his hand through his hair again, making it messier in the process. “It’s not your fault,” he said, glancing down at the radio stations again. “What happened to that one metal station?” 

“Hm?” Your brows furrowed in confusion for a moment before you remembered what he was talking about. “Oh! Uh, that was gone like… a while ago.” 

Sukuna frowned. “A while ago… as in?” 

You shrugged, looking over at him with those stupidly apologetic eyes. “I don’t really remember. It’s been a few years since I noticed though… I didn’t wanna burst your bubble and bring it up.” 

“Right,” Sukuna nodded. “What do you listen to now, then?”

You shrugged. “The kids usually plug their phone in and play what they want… if we’re all in the car, Suiko is the boss.” You chuckled to yourself, as you tapped your fingers on the wheel. “She had an intense metal phase, remember?” 

Yeah, he remembers. He remembers you telling him all about it. 

You glanced over at him, noticing the way he looked down at his feet, staying silent. Carefully, slowly, you moved your hand over to his arm. “I’m here for you, okay?” 

Sukuna looked over at you for a moment. 

Ten years since he was allowed to be alone with you, properly, like this. He’d stayed in touch with you, every way that he could. But as the years passed, sometimes things came up for you. Someone’s recital, or a birthday party that they really really had to go to, or someone puking their guts out all night. You were busy raising the kids on your own for the past ten years. 

Sukuna reached out a hand to your jaw, cupping your face entirely. He brushed his thumb against your jaw, and you watched his eyes carefully, as they traced your skin. As his eyes flickered to your lips, your breath caught in your throat. But when he moved in, very quickly, he wrapped his arm around your head and buried his face into the side of your neck. 

He could feel your lips lift up into a small smile as they brushed against his ear. 

The two of you stayed that way, the engine running quietly in the background, as Sukuna gently ran his hand up and down your shoulder. He took comfort in your slow, soft breaths. Your steady heartbeat. Your scent, your warmth. 

But it was all interrupted with the ring of your phone. You didn’t have to say anything. Sukuna tensed, having a feeling of who it was, and he moved away, settling back into his seat and putting his seatbelt on. 

You answered the call, holding it up to his ear, but he could hear the faint voice of the person on the other line. 

“Ma, I’m hungry.” 

“Just run to the convenience store,” you replied back, checking the time. “It’s gonna be another few hours til we get home.” 

“Have you left yet?” 

“We’re about to,” you said.

Sukuna heard a groan. You rolled your eyes, smiling, glancing over at Sukuna, who was clearly focusing on the voice. You mouthed the name of who was on the other line. Kita. Your second kid, your first son. He was sixteen now. 

“I get the reunions nice and all, but please get home by midnight.” 

You scoffed, laughing at your sons’ words. “Don’t worry, we’ll get back at a reasonable time, unlike you.” Whatever Kita said next was harder to hear, so Sukuna just focused on your expression. You tilted your head slightly. “Just ask Suiko for some money – she can say no, but tell her I won’t help her learn how to parallel park next week if she does. Good?” 

Kita said something else quickly, and you smiled. 

“Alright, Ki – hey, wanna say hi to pa?” 

Sukuna froze, like a deer in headlights. 

You grinned over at him, mouthing, ‘Don’t worry,’ as you put your phone on speakerphone. “Okay, you’re on speakerphone!” You said, all giddy, while reaching out for Sukuna’s hand. Sukuna let you squeeze his hand, as a source of comfort. 

“Uh…” Kita seemed just as awkward as Sukuna felt. “Hey pa.” 

“Hey kid,” Sukuna answered, just as unsure as his son. You pushed your phone into his hands, and he fumbled, taking it because you forced him to. He didn’t really know what else to say, and the next few seconds, filled with awkward silence, had him dying on the inside. “You hungry?” He finally decided, was the right thing to say. Or the only thing, really. 

“Yup,” Kita answered. “But ma won’t get us takeout more than once a week. She’s got a real tight leash.” 

Sukuna scoffed. “I’m sure I can loosen it a little.” He grinned at you slightly as you glared over at him halfheartedly. “Hey, say that ma and I get you whatever take out you want… wanna extend that curfew by an hour or somethin’?” 

Sukuna heard a little chuckle on the other line. Kita let out a hum like he was thinking, before answering. “You know what – you kids have fun. I want KFC, by the way.”

“You got it,” Sukuna replied. “See you later, kid.” 

Kita was silent for a moment – Sukuna almost thought that the call had ended like that. But then, he hesitantly replied. “Yeah… I’ll see you at home, pa.” 

Sukuna let out the breath he had been holding. 

You smiled, leaning over. “Can ma get a bye, too?!” 

The call ended. 

“See,” you huffed, rolling your eyes. “Ki is just like you.”

“Then he’s doomed.” Sukuna said, scoffing, as he looked down at your call history. You had started to back out of the parking lot, ready for the long drive back home. 

Ki-chan       just now

KoKo              four hours ago

Toji                 six hours ago 

“Toji?” Sukuna said aloud, raising a brow at you. 

You were more focused on the roads now, but you nodded. “He’s coming tomorrow. He just asks if I need help with things, usually, but–” A cheeky grin grew on your face. “I have you back now.” 

“The house must be a mess if that deadbeats been the one fixing things,” Sukuna said. 

“Well, you have a lot of projects to work on now that you’re back,” you replied. 

“What’s Toji even been doing, besides messin’ up our house?” Sukuna asked. 

“He told me he’d been visiting you,” you said, your brows furrowing. 

“Doesn’t mean we talk about… our outside lives.” 

“Then what do you talk about?” 

“I don’t know,” Sukuna shrugged. “Stuff.” 

You sighed. “How informative, honey.” You gestured to your phone, still in his hand. “Look through my photos – Toji told you stuff about Megumi or anything?” 

Sukuna frowned. “He’s been taking care of him?” 

“Yeah,” you answered softly. “He’s told me once… you basically gave him a second chance after… Well, he said he wasn’t going to throw it away. That’s how he’s repaying you.” 

“He’s repaying me by taking care of his kid?” Sukuna came across pictures of the first day of school this year. “Wow… Kita grew.” 

“He’s tall,” you nodded. “Super sudden growth spurt, honestly, but he’s been bragging to Yuji all year.” 

Sukuna’s eyes narrowed onto Yuji, who had his arm around Kita’s shoulder, smiling brightly for the picture. Jin and Kaori hadn’t talked to him in years. “How’s the kid?” 

“Yuji?” You clarified. Sukuna grunted. “He’s doing great, a supreme athlete. We have to go to one of his baseball games, you have to see how insane he is. Humanly impossible records… he might beat out your old high school ones.”

Sukuna let out a disgruntled scoff, looking at the other kids in the picture. “Black hair is Megumi… who are the other two?” 

“Kugisaki is the redhead and Yoshino is the other guy,” you replied. “Yoshino’s been friends with Yuji, and Kugisaki is also just in their little group – she came from some village, farther than here, even. She kinda rotates between Yoshino's mom, Jin and me, for food."

Sukuna kept his eyes on the photo for a little longer, remembering the new faces and preparing himself for seeing the grown Yuji, Megumi and Kita, before he swiped to the next picture.

“This Kagu?” You spared a glance at the picture, and nodded, a small smile on your face. 

“Yup. He hadn’t really been excited for middle school… just wants to get into a good high school.” 

“He’s still all reserved?” Sukuna asked, frowning as he looked at the photo of his youngest child. Kagu was standing, all monotone, as he stood still for you to take the picture. He was very different from Kita, who was surrounded by his friends. 

You shrugged. “The teachers have been pointing it out every year – ‘He’s gifted but he’s so quiet.’ I can’t force him to be a talkative kid around other people.” 

“How’s he at home?” 

“Oh my goodness,” you sighed. “He won’t shut up sometimes,” you said with a chuckle. “And yet some teacher recommended speech therapy to me. That’s the last thing he needs, honestly.” 

Sukuna nodded, before swiping to the next picture. 

Immediately, he scowled. “Are kids allowed to wear makeup to school now?”

“Nope,” you grinned. “She came home and complained about having to wash it all off at school.” 

“Why’d you let her go like that, then?”

You shrugged. “She didn’t listen after I told her all morning – that was earned.” 

Sukuna shook his head. “Just yell at her more to make her listen.” 

You shook your head even more firmly, smirking over at him. “Just you wait – teenagers are no fun job, Sukuna. Especially not your teenagers.” 

chapter one | chapter two

[jbbuckybarnes]

Drivers React...

...to you pushing their hand away from your neck area with a short panicked expression (or any physical abuse trauma response)

Drivers: LN4, OP81, CS55, AA23, GR63, KA12, CL16, LH44, OB87, FC43, DR3, MV33/MV1

quick side note: touching that area casually isn't necessarily romantic, so I wrote some responses to be easily read in either a platonic or romantic way

Warnings: mentions of abuse, angry men, not proofread

LN4

He'd mirror the panicked face right back. "What's wrong?" you'd wave it off.

"Didn't look like nothing. You looked proper scared. Is everything alright?" he'd dote on you for the next few minutes until you felt comfortable enough to at least allude to having trauma regarding that area of your body. He'd just gently grab you and hold you, rocking side to side with you.

OP81

He'd remove his hand faster than he could react during lights out, instantly trying to read your expression. "I'm only doing that again if you give me permission, yeah?" You'd say sorry several times.

"Listen, I don't know what just happened in your brain, but it can't have been good. I'm ready to fight whoever or whatever made you look like that is all I'm saying." He'd watch your lower lip tremble in response to that and softly pull you close to him.

CS55

He'd gentle demand you to tell him "Who?"

You'd frown at that, "Mi belleza, who hurt you?" He'd get the memo that his asking is making it worse and he'd just hold you. For hours. Until you'd feel comfortable to drop the name or relation of the person who traumatized you. He wouldn't show the anger directly in front of you, making an effort to stay soft around you, but you could see the way his jaw tensed, the emotions quickly crossing through his eyes and the way his hands slightly tensed up as well.

AA23

He'd be so confused in the first seconds before clocking the situation and wordlessly pulling you into a hug and rocking you both side to side.

"It's okay, I won't do it again. I just might need more intel to send an entire Thai lineage after whoever was evil enough to make you feel that way." He said it with enough of a joking inclination to not worry you but what you couldn't see was how serious his face went after that. Whoever dared to take any joy from you was his enemy.

GR63

"Alright, who is getting their door kicked in by a bunch of boarding school kids that I pay later this evening?" He said it jokingly but the tone was serious enough to make it clear that he would make that a thing if you wanted to.

He'd be extra soft with you the rest of that day, not asking further but making sure to take note to not suddenly go for that area again while messing around with you. Secretly he was plotting someone's downfall and a chunk of money for legal action if you'd ever needed it.

KA12

He'd think he did something wrong and you'd have to explain to him that he just accidentally triggered a trauma reaction. He'd apologize profusely and dote on you for the entire next week but he wouldn't push the topic further until several months down the line when you mention something trauma-adjacent in a conversation again. He'd casually admit that he'd commit several crimes for you with his friends.

CL16

He'd blink confused like he suddenly became Leo for a second. His face would become angry, but he'd turn away, repeating, "I'm not angry at you, I'm not angry at you, I'm not angry at you, I promise, I just wanna put whoever made you that afraid through several walls." He'd pinch the bridge of his nose, take a deep breath and turn back to you, opening his arms to you with a soft expression to signal his intent before pulling you close, squeezing your entire body and kissing your head. "I believe there is a hell for people who hurt others like that." He mumbles.

LH44

He'd gently manage to make you tell him what happened. And he may or may not get someone involved to ruin that person's life a bit. Not in a big way. Just someone finding any even slightly illegal thing they've done based on some obscure law. You know, the their tree growing over too far into the next property type shit. Lewis would pay someone to become your abusers Karen from hell while making sure you heal.

OB87

He's a lil dumdum but not that dumb. He'd instantly clock what just happened, literally go on his knees to not tower over you and hug you.

"Just know if you ever tell me who messed with your brain, I might be charged for murder AND credit card fraud." Hearing that muttered into your skin made you giggle a bit while teary-eyed. He'd look up at you with his puppy eyes, "I mean it. Nobody hurts my family and you're part of my family."

FC43

Would turn on his soft mode so damn fast and promise you to send his crazier fans after your abuser if you wanted that. He'd organize a wholeass movie night with the whole shebang within the hour. Seeing you so scared of him touching you gave him psychic damage he'd have to balance out by letting you do a face mask on him or something stupid like that. He'd make it a point to always warn you before putting his hand around your shoulders or near your head.

DR3

King of distractions. He'd acknowledge what just happened and then make sure your mind would go somewhere else as fast as possible. He'd literally book some random activity on the spot if necessary. Have you ever tried making pottery? Well, now you will with a chaotic manchild giving you no chance to think about your trauma for a rest of the day.

MV1

He knows that look. You'd see his jaw tense and a slight frown form while his eyes stayed as calm as possible, fixated on yours. "What did he do and what is his name?"

You'd avoid his eye contact, "Tell me because that's not gonna leave my mind anytime soon." You tell him, he holds you close, "You looked like I was about to murder you for a second."

The next time he goes for the same movement he holds his hands still and searching your face before continuing.

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[itzariafiles]

i see you

— one-shot | hurt/comfort, emotional tension & soft fluff | fem!reader

— ft. k.bakugo

— file brief : Katsuki failed a mission — or so he thinks. You know better. So you bring him water, your stubborn honesty, and maybe, just maybe, something to hold onto.

— sensitivity log : emotional stress, survivor’s guilt, gentle intimacy, vulnerable Bakugo

— author’s note : a quick, cliché-filled something to (hopefully) brighten your day! hope you love it <3

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Your family was a disaster.

A rich, glorified, emotionally constipated disaster.

Your parents were barely in the picture.

Pro-hero couple with a house as big as their egos. You could scream and they’d barely hear it from their separate wings.

Your relationship with your older brother was… tricky.

He could be nice and supportive once every full moon. So yeah, there was that.

And as much as he did love you, he left you with only one piece of advice before moving from Musutafu to Tokyo to be a hero: “Shut your damn mouth.”

But of course, you didn’t listen.

You never did.

You spoke your mind more times in a week than most people did in a lifetime. You couldn’t help it.

A mix of sarcasm that slipped out without your permission, and a deep, inconvenient desire to make people feel seen.

Where did that even come from?

No idea.

You didn’t exactly grow up with affection.

Maybe it’s trauma-related.

You’d known Katsuki Bakugo for a little over a year now — long enough to recognize the weight he carried, even when he pretended it wasn’t there.

You’d seen him win the Sports Festival.

Seen him train like a man possessed.

Seen him leave you and your friends every night with a scowl and a “Get some damn sleep. You extras could actually use it.”

He was a hard worker.

Obsessively so.

The failure of tonight’s mission wasn’t his fault.

Everyone knew it. Everyone said it.

Except him.

Now it was almost midnight, and there he was — sitting on the roof of the dorms, jaw tight, arms crossed, eyes somewhere far away.

You opened the door quietly and stepped into the cold.

“I brought you something,” you said.

He didn’t look at you.

“I mean, it’s just water. Not like… emotional closure or anything,” you added, settling beside him — but not too close.

Silence.

You stared ahead with him, watching nothing in particular.

“…It wasn’t your fault,” you said quietly.

Still nothing.

“I saw you. I see you, Bakugo. The way you train. The way you don’t sleep unless everyone else is okay. That mission— we were backup. We weren’t supposed to stop what happened. We couldn’t have.”

“Shut up,” he muttered, barely audible.

Your heart cracked, but you didn’t stop.

“No,” you said, voice firmer. “You don’t get to do this. You don’t get to carry everything and then pretend it’s your burden just because you weren’t able to save everyone.”

His jaw clenched tighter.

You turned to him.

“There were five pros out there. Five. And none of them could prevent it either. So what? They’re weak too? Pathetic? Or do you save that kind of judgment just for yourself?”

“Shut up,” he growled.

And then you saw it — a single tear, sliding down his cheek like it had fought tooth and nail to be born.

You hesitated, then slowly reached out. Your fingers brushed the tear away — gentle, careful, like he might shatter.

He didn’t pull away.

He turned.

And kissed you.

Not like he’d planned to. Not like it was part of the script.

But like it was the only thing keeping him from falling apart.

When he finally pulled back, forehead resting against yours, his voice was raw:

“You’re the only thing that keeps me from drowning.”

Your eyes met his.

Red. Passionate. Hurt.

“I see you, Katsuki. All the work. All the effort. All the discipline.”

A pause.

His gaze never left your face.

“I just wish you believed in yourself as much as I believe in you.”

He closed his eyes.

Because it was easier than looking into yours and admitting that you’d left him speechless.

You chuckled.

Like you already knew exactly what was going through his head.

“Also, Kats…”

His heart skipped at the nickname.

But the moment was short-lived.

“That’s such a dramatic way of declaring your love for me.”

You teased, lips tugging into a smirk.

He could already feel the heat rising to his ears — but his anger didn’t even try to fight back.

Not with you.

Instead, his ears flushed pink.

He shoved your shoulder lightly.

“Shut up.”

“Make me.”

And of course, he kissed you.

Passionately? Yeah.

But also tenderly.

One hand settled at your waist, barely pressing, like you were made of crystal.

The other cupped your cheek — rough and warm and somehow still gentle for someone who literally exploded things for a living.

You tilted into him.

Soft. Steady. Like maybe you’d been waiting for this all along.

And when you pulled back, breathless and smiling against his lips, he finally muttered:

“…You’re a pain in my ass.”

You grinned. “That’s basically a love confession coming from you.”

He rolled his eyes.

Didn’t deny it.

The wind brushed your hair.

Your hands were still tangled.

Neither of you said anything for a while.

Then, Katsuki murmured, almost too quietly:

“…Thanks. For seeing me.”

You nodded, voice soft but sure.

“Always.”

The kind of silence that followed wasn’t empty — just full of things that didn’t need to be said out loud.

The wind picked up slightly.

You didn’t shiver. But Katsuki still noticed the way you tucked your arms close.

Without a word, he stood and offered you a hand.

You blinked. “Where are we going?”

“My room.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Oh? Bold move, Kats.”

He scoffed. “To sleep, dumbass. I’m not gonna leave you up here freezing like an idiot.”

Still, your smile was smug as you let him pull you to your feet.

Neither of you let go.

You followed him back inside.

The hallway was dark and quiet. Most students were already asleep — or pretending to be.

When you reached his door, he flicked on the soft lamp by the desk and motioned to the bed.

“You can take the blanket. I’m not cold.”

“You literally sweat lava when you’re stressed,” you muttered, climbing in.

“Shut up.”

But the growl lacked venom.

He joined you, not quite touching.

Not at first.

Then, under the blanket, his fingers found yours.

Intertwined.

You turned to him.

“You okay?”

He didn’t answer right away.

But when he did, his voice was quiet. Honest.

“You make it quiet in here.”

Your heart skipped.

“In my head, I mean,” he added gruffly. “That’s rare.”

You didn’t say anything.

You just leaned over and kissed his temple.

His hands found your waist. He pulled you closer.

Held you there, thumb tracing lazy circles on your back.

“Just making sure you don’t freeze to death.”

“Liar. And a bad one at that, may I add.”

That smug little smile was back on your face.

“Just sleep, princess. Can’t have you passing out during training.”

That shut you up — mostly.

But still, you whispered:

“Good night, Kats.”

“…Good night, pretty.”

A pause.

“Still a pain in my ass, though.”

You smiled. “Love you too.”

And in his chest, something finally unclenched.

For the first time in days, he thought he might sleep.

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[recent-rose]

ive seen some ppl sort of misinterpreting og hikaru's role in the series. hgsn isn't a tragedy because death and an eldritch entity ripped two young lovers apart. hikaru was probably not in love with yoshiki. like everything we know about hikaru points to a straight guy (or at the very least someone not struggling with his sexuality/identity/social acceptance in a conservative small town) who loved his best friend but was not IN love with him. and that's... that's the point.

yoshiki is struggling because as early as the first few chapters (or episode 1) yoshiki confirms for himself that hikaru never would have said that he liked him (romantically obviously). that's (partly) what that confession scene was. it was him acknowledging to himself that hikaru did not have a reciprocal crush on him in lieu of being able to confess while hikaru was still alive.

thats part of what makes this series so sad. yoshiki was already facing this mental health crisis BEFORE hikaru died. hikaru living would not have solved all of this for him. he would still be a gay teen in a backwater village with antiquated views about sexuality. he would still feel isolated and alone and like a monster. would he have found camaraderie with og hikaru if he ever confessed or admitted to being gay? idk, maybe. assuming he ever gets brave enough to do so instead of just running away, which... there's reason to believe he never would have. but with all the information we have, it appears that hikaru was neither gay nor interested in yoshiki that way. so yoshiki would still perceive himself as fundamentally alone in that sense. hikaru living would not have 'saved' him from this struggle. again, that's the point. yoshiki was alone, that's the reason he relates so hard to 'hikaru', who is also fundamentally alone.

and then of course the rest of the series is largely about determining what love actually is/looks like/feels like. a LOT of people seem to think 'hikaru' isn't capable of loving anything, which could be true. love is subjective, and 'hikaru' starts out the series very immature and selfish, wanting the comfort of yoshiki for himself at any cost. but in more recent chapters, he's actually willing to put yoshiki's well-being wayyyyy above his own. he splits himself in half to make yoshiki feel safe, even at the cost of his own. he feels immense guilt and self-recrimination when he does something to hurt or disappoint yoshiki (or even his other classmates re: asako crying in front of him), even when it's not explicitly addressed. he's willing to exile himself back to the mountain, to condemn himself to an infinite lifetime of loneliness, now knowing what it's like to not be alone. just to prevent yoshiki from facing any more hardship. if that's not love, then what exactly is?

[peasack]

I know i usually write x reader, but I just couldn't stop thinking about this little idea I had.

✦ Thunderbolts Cat Or Dog Headcanons ✦

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✦ Bob Reynolds

Cat Person

He’s drawn to quiet, low-maintenance company. Something about a cat curling up next to him in silence brings him peace.

✦ John Walker

Dog Person

John absolutely had a golden retriever growing up named “Captain” or something equally patriotic. (I mean he's practically one himself.)

✦ Yelena Belova

Cat Person

No hesitation. Cats are sharp, moody, and deeply loyal once you earn their trust, just like her.

✦ Ava Starr

Cat Person

She likes how quiet they are. No barking, no chaos. just the occasional purr or curious glance.

✦ Alexei Shostakov

Dog Person

Loud. Sloppy. Loyal. Yeah, that’s his vibe.

✦ Bucky Barnes

Cat Person

He relates to cats more than he’d ever admit. They're guarded, cautious, but full of warmth when they let you in.

And I mean, come on guys. We can't just forget Alpine??

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[aliumfungus]

I started rereading The MurderBot Diaries again and there are things I noticed.

1. ART really did hide the internal cameras at first meeting! That sneaky bitch!!

2. MB devises dozens of plans and methods for destroying ART but most of them end in mutual destruction and frankly that's the romance we all deserve.

3. ART really was quite mean at first, and I think it's because ART was scared, too. ART was prob lonely and curious about other non-humans and then, upon examining MB, realised that oh shit maybe it had made a horrible mistake by allowing a rogue SecUnit on board this thing is really actually built for serious combat better Look Tough-- but then quickly backtracks when it realises that MB isn't aggressive, and is in fact the only other entity that it can relate to and interact with on such a casual yet intimate level.

4. I really think people need to chill out with assuming ART is as powerful as it presents itself to be because a)- it's a lonely AI who admits it doesn't really understand what happens outside its hull (aka it's coping hard) and b)- while it could easily hack MB, MB could also tear it's shit up and potentially give ART a lobotomy before they both die and finally c)- ART gets boarded and dominated by hostiles that MB handles adroitly. So yeah ART blusters whereas MB minimizes itself and I think the truth is closer to the middle.

5. MB is sex-averse, sure, but not intimacy averse. Which makes sense for an entity that was only ever touched when it was being hurt. So no wonder it doesn't want genitals because it would perceive those as new avenues through which humans would try to abuse it. Which is sad.

Also, I don't think it's as apathetic to sex as it claims to be, because upon second reading it seems to be more afraid of sex than uncaring-- which is different in many ways from asexuality (which is just honestly not giving a shit about sex in the same way that I honestly don't give a shit about Labubu colors, like for example. "oh you really like the green ones? Uh, cool, I guess. Anyways I'm going back to my game." Vs. "I don't care about Labubus I don't I really don't don't show them to me I don't want to see them or be near one because I'm not a Labubu fan I'm not that's not what I am!!!!!!!!!!" I think you sense the subtle difference between not caring and Not Caring).

I'm not saying MB should get junk and Learn To Like It, but rather that the story is very wonderfully nuanced and beautiful because we get to enjoy a romance between two very different prsonalities based on mutual respect and admiration where sex isn't treated like a magic wand that allows them to conform to societal expectations of what a romance looks like.

No, we get a really beautiful evolution of MB and ART to loving and seeing each other for who and what they each are, not for any roles they play. We get to see two entities that genuinely enjoy each other with a reverence and vulnerability that neither expected to ever experience. I think that's really great and it makes me feel warm and cozy to contemplate. This is also the romance we all deserve.

[erinelizabethh]

A Roll of the Dice | Chance

critical fail on the perception checks.

idea from this post

*NSFW AHEAD*

Take a chance, you told him. Chance presumed there was humor by that statement, by that little snicker that followed, and he huffed at the smug grin atop your lips. That was a good one, he admitted, picking up the die that gives him life to toss it in the air and catch it with the same hand. His face turned from yours, to not only avert his gaze from the twinkle in your eyes but to conceal the brush of red that burns at his cheeks. He feels like throwing his hood up, wrinkles and all like a ruined folding job, so he can pretend for a little while longer that you don’t ruin him completely. Then, you go and snort when it’s really not that funny anymore, and his heart grows two sizes and he’s forced to allow you to consume his thoughts on a daily basis.

You straighten your glasses, rose colored, leaning back into a chair that groans when you stray too far from your desk. The red shirt that accentuates your chest is a fantastic choice, and Chance’s gaze can’t help but linger on how your top rides up and reveals skin privileged to those who see the worst and best of you. Her arms are above your head as you stretch, your eyes closed as you whimper at the crack of your back; your head falls against the headrest as you let out a low exhale and says Chance’s name. Like a statement, he supposed, his name fell three more times from your lips in rapid succession and with a shake of your head. Wyndolyn blessed you today, cracked open just enough to allow the rays to fall past the owner of the house and hail you as if you were a god.

You were… perfect.

But you weren’t his. “Coax ‘em into a session.” You entwine your hands and bring them to your lips in contemplation. “Start getting a lil’ flirty, then maybe they’ll really get into it.” The glimmer behind your glasses is not lost on the D20 die, and his head falls into his hands in response. He tried that once already, maybe three times, inching to your side during those G&G sessions to begin a tall tale of a maiden of no relation to you but sharing many traits that caught the hearts of the masses. Perhaps she had caught the attention of the master once or twice, a story told as an escapade in hushed whispers and breathless pleads for more. You, of course, would lean close to him as his voice lowered to a murmur, tone sultry as he would tease and give you a taste of this fair maiden.

“She must be somethin,’” you remarked once. Dense.

“Yeah.” He sighed. “She’s a beauty.”

So, no, Chance prefers not to take any chances. You stand up to reach his level, pushing your chair in but not before murmuring an apology for pushing too aggressively, twirling the D20 he tossed at you; the die, despite life born from it, ultimately belongs to you and your tendencies to spend money you don’t need to. You fling the twenty-sided die above your head, marveling at the sparkle when the sun catches it at the right time, reaching up to grasp it in your other palm. Chance groans when you begin the spiel again: “I sure wish my dice knew how charming he was. Explains why all of the others are so boring.” He can’t help but smile as you do, and he gives you a hear, hear in agreement as he leans against your desk and his gaze lingers on all of you as you leave. The dateviators come off your face by then, and Chance is fully aware that he’s in the caress of the back pocket of your jeans for a little while.

He’s separated from you when you undress, hours later when the sun falls behind the trees and you finally allow yourself time to breathe. He eyes the soap suds that wrap your body in an embrace through the flame of a strawberry pound cake scented candle. The dateviators that rest by the sink glimmer under the moon that complements your silence, much needed after Sinclaire decided to involve you in his delirium when you accidentally left the sink on for too long. You lean your neck against the edge of the bathtub, eyes lidded as you sink further into the warmth and the quiet. The die twirls between your fingers all the while, orange hues against numbers that control fate, a coolness atop your fingertips as the heat rises around you. Chance dissolves into putty in your hand, the ghost of him captivated by how perfect he fits against your skin.

More than perfect is the way your tongue trails across the natural 20, the line of spit that lingers warm and slow. The roll off your tongue is as deliberate, and you let out a little whimper as the thought excites you: a taste of the real thing on your lips. Chance plagues your thoughts, so much that others who bear witness don’t matter, so much that the hairs of your skin rise and your shoulders disappear under the waves. You like when his tone drops, when his voice slows during a session and he leans into you and you can smell him… the die traces the column of your neck and along your collarbones before you bring it–him–lower. Chance, beyond your knowledge, shudders between your thighs and he sucks in a sharp inhale when he’s pressed into you. He slaps his hand over his mouth upon his mistake, but he can’t help the bite of his bottom lip when your hands move and you’re throwing your head over the tub in a silent plea. He feels like falling to his knees and crawling across the tiles so his touch can set fire to the rest of your skin. All he wants is to prod at your lips and kiss you slow, curling his tongue against yours as he swallows your low whines.

You stop.

You gasp. “Fuck. What am I thinking.”

So does he. The breath he exhales is shaky, his chest rising and falling rapidly. “Holy crit…”

[taeaura]

I love how the Hewitts are so serious and an actual ‘horror’ family whereas the Sawyers are more of a comedy-horror. Like they’re so bizarre and comedic (especially in tcm 2)

The Hewitts are terrifying for their realistic horror; A poor family in a dying town, social outcasts who are so tight-knit that they refuse outside help or influence of any kind. They know what they’re doing is wrong, that’s the worst part. It started out as necessity, and turned into a sick pleasure - something humans are almost prone to in extreme situations. It’s unnerving because it’s real. Raw. These characters are so complex, something we don’t see (to the same extent) in the Sawyers. Especially considering Thomas has a story, there’s a reason he wears the mask. It’s not solely for self-expression; He’s hiding. Bubba on the other hand, is transforming. His masks are vessels for the different personas he takes on for survival purposes. He’s not just expressing his feelings, he’s taking on vacant roles in the family. He’s portrayed himself and what he ‘needs’ to be for the family (his regular outfit), a maternal figure (his older-woman mask), what seems to be his ‘ideal’ version of himself/possibly a vessel for his repressed sexuality (pretty lady/woman mask), and his matured role (tcm 2). His matured role (to me) seems like he’s finally found who he wants to be - Bubba not only shows more resistance to Drayton, but also matures (I’ll explain this in a minute) tldr; He seems more like an individual in the second film than he does in the first one.

The Sawyers are terrifying because they’re insane. They kill because they like it. They’ve made a business out of it. It didn’t start out as survival like the Hewitts, it was birthed from pleasure. The way the Sawyers carry themselves; Quick, almost instant changes in mood, overly-complicated killings, the pleasure that comes with the teasing and torture of their victims, the dinner ritual, the laughing..

The Sawyers are actually insane. There’s no convincing them that they should change, that anything is wrong. With the Hewitts, they refuse to admit to their bizarre way of life out of pride, the Sawyers just genuinely believe this is what they’re meant to be doing. It’s all a game to them.

Okay - now for the “Bubba seems like he matured in the second film” ramble; Bear with me:

So..the entire plot of tcm 2 revolves around Bubba’s infatuation with Stretch, how that affects his family’s “business”, and Stretch’s relation to Lefty (+Lefty’s relation to Sally and Franklin’s from the first film.) In the first film, Bubba is portrayed more as a juvenile individual who is navigating the world through fear and curiosity. He does as he’s told and doesn’t question it; He sticks to the goal. In the second film, however, Bubba allows himself to explore a bit. He’s developed a sense of self outside of Drayton - Bubba still wants the family to approve of him, and finds his sense of self in his work (just like Thomas), but he’s become more independent in his thoughts.

When Stretch is finally caught, Drayton says “Is that what this is? The old cock-and-cunt swindle?” (Insert the iconic “S-C-E-X: Sex”) - “And you had to find out about it, didn’t you?”

In a lot of ways, sex, masturbation, intimacy in general are symbols of maturing and ‘finally growing up.’ It’s often been a symbol of ‘losing one’s innocence,’ which I think fits this situation perfectly. In the second film, Bubba’s naive and “child-like” demeanor is lessened, he becomes more of an adult whilst maintaining his curiosity. ALSO, his feelings towards Stretch and his public displays of affection are almost an act of (unintentional) defiance against Drayton and the family in general. He’s finally allowed himself to explore feelings he’s been taught to hide. (Insert “Sex or the Saw.”)

Hopefully this makes sense and I’m not rambling too much lol

[talesfromawannabewriter]

@things-arent-what-they-seem66

Blitz: That…..was intense.

Adam huffed: No shit…..look Blitz about what I said-

Blitz: No, no you're right as fucking hard as this is I admit that I can be…..difficult at the best of times with other people.

Adam: It’s…..why do you have to be so mean to everyone around you?

Blitz: I just…..people shouldn’t be close to me Adam.

Adam: Why not?

Blitz: Because they get hurt.

Adam: Yeah because you treat them like dog shit.

Blitz: No, it’s more than just that….no matter what I do people will always get hurt by me. I can’t have be close to people no matter what.

Adam: …..I can relate, I put up walls that are harder and concrete because the last few times I’ve let someone in they ended up hurting me and leaving me in the rubble.

Adam exhaled and allowed a couple of tears to fall down before speaking again.

Adam: But I don’t know maybe there are some people who deserve to be let in. They’ll take care of your heart so long as you take of theirs.

Little Imp

@things-arent-what-they-seem66

In the dark fiery pit of Hell in the very top of the rings was Pride. In the ring there were many cities and districts. One of the most notable was Imp City.

A district just for the Hellborns to live in. Within an apartment complex, inside the home of a thirty-four-year-old imp was busy getting himself and his kids ready for the day.

Adam rushed as he put on his clothes for the day and grabbed everything that was needed while his kids sat at the kitchen table eating breakfast.

Adam: Okay, okay, okay, keys check, papers check, coffee, shit I need coffee.

The little imp rushed towards the pot and poured into his portable cup before going over to his kids. His sons were Cain, his ten-year-old, and Abel, his eight-year-old. They were old, chugging down the box of doughnuts while slurping milk.

All three boys were little imps with matching hair colors in white but in different styles. In fact, the only one who wasn't an imp in the household was the adopted hellhound daughter.

His eldest, Lydia, who was twelve, was eating her cereal while scrolling through her phone.

Adam: Okay, guys, I'm off Now remember, I don't get back until later this evening, so I'm putting your sister in charge of you boys.

The boys groaned and immediately started their protests. The young teen simply grinned up at them.

Lydia: You heard mom, I'm in charge, so you all have to do what I say!

Adam: Don't get carried away with power, little miss dictator.

He leans down to kiss her temple along with the rest of the children.

Adam: I love you all, have a good day, make sure they don't set the apartment on fire Lydia, I left some money for pizza, bye guys!

He then left his little ones in the care of his eldest and headed off to work.

--

Across from where Imp City rested, there stood a dark, imposing palace. No doubt the biggest in all of Pride, possibly even Hell itself. Inside there was only two residents.

A man and his daughter who were none other than the king and princess of Hell.

Lucifer awoke to a morning unlike any other. He looked to find his side of the bed as empty as it was the night before. It had been years since his wife left without a trace, but it still hurt like a fresh wound.

He knew deep down that their marriage was over way before she left but it didn't hurt any less. It wasn't even what hurt the most.

There was much more to say than just that.

But now was not the time to reopen past mistakes and memories. He got out of bed, quickly donning his robe before making his way to the kitchen.

Before doing so, he checked up on his sixteen-year-old, who was still fast asleep in her own bed.

Smiling that she was alright, he continued his trek down the stairs and to the kitchen, where he quickly whipped himself some pancakes and headed over to his table.

Sighing once more he dug into his meal while scrolling through his phone half mindedly.

As he did so, a servant popped in to give him his mail. He accepted and decided to see what he had. Going through it he came across an envelope.

Inside it was an invite from none other than the goetia princess herself, Stella. Lucifer immediately wrinkled his nose when he saw her name.

He had only met the woman once, but he could tell that there was only one word to properly define her.

Tacky

And that was just being generous.

He went through it and saw that it was an invitation to Stella and her husband's anniversary party. However, in the invite it was said that it was a celebration of not being divorced.

Lucifer: Good for them.

Lucifer muttered with an eye roll as he weighed in on going or not. It had been so long since he had been to an event such as this. Choosing instead to spend his days with his daughter or make armies of rubber ducks at a time.

But....he did miss interacting with other demons his own age, or well close to. It might also be nice to get some fresh air, plus a party is a party.

So, making up his mind, he decided to make an appearance tonight.

[trayzen-the-infinite]

Fear and Courage

That’s what I think over overall narrative is in the game. While theirs a more overt theme of escapism, why do people crave that escape? It comes from a place of anxiety, of fear. Chapter 4 lays into this but you see it everywhere when you start looking. In Chapter 4 is really nails into us Susie is the way she is because she’s afraid. In the last place she lived she was afraid to stand up for herself and afraid to try the piano, in Hometown she was afraid of rejection and so decided to torment people so if she was alone it would be in her terms, she was violent in Card World because she was scared of what was happening. She found her courage because their were people that refused to be scared of her

Kris is full of Fear and is probably why they related so much to Susie when no one else did. Kris was orphaned and adopted at a very young age, grew up in a town with no one else like them. When Asriel started growing their horns Kris became self conscious in their own home. Kris saw Noelle as a friend but if Noelle’s words are to go by that feeling was never shared. Kris was just the neighbor that kept scaring her. Kris was Noelle’s bully even if that wasn’t their intention.

Kris much like Susie feels powerful when they torment others. Even Eram calls this out in Chapter 3 if on the normal route Eram will point out how this secret game, where you hurt everyone you know, even if it feels bad theirs a part of them that enjoys it. If encountered on the Weird Route they push it harder saying how Kris can deny it all they want but the events of Chapter 2 made them feel a little good. Eram can see the dark inside of peoples and Eram knows the darkest part of Kris they’re not even comfortable admitting.

We show up and we give Kris a light in the dark, in Chapter 1 we give Kris a secret power called Courage for the final fight, Kris slowly comes out of their shell over the course of the story and even though they still do the bidding of Darker forces they’ve been getting the courage to stand up to them more often. Willing to defy greater forces to protect their friends

I think The Roaring Knight is also Fear but like Eram and The Titans it’s not that they’re afraid it’s that they’re fear itself. In the codes you can hear Dess calling out for help but if the Knight is Dess then maybe what’s happening is that The Knight is a dark inverse of what we are to Kris. We help Kris and give them the Courage and Power to fight through the Dark. The Knight is the fear that has literally overcome Dess. The Fear that has overtaken her and held her prisoner and wishing to spread that fear to others like Kris and Susie once did.

[mayhaps-a-blog]

Gurathin's reversal in episode 8 is really interesting - previously, he was one of the most fervent in blaming the Company and worrying about Company sabotage, but here, he agrees immediately with Pin-Lee that "massacres are bad for business."

What changed? Well, Murderbot. Until now, Gurathin has been fixated on figuring out what was wrong with Murderbot - first figuring out that its governor module was disabled, and then digging further, to its name and the massacre. And until he knew everything, he assumed that he was missing something, and that something was dangerous, and therefore Murderbot - and by extension the Company - was the source of the danger.

But once he figures it all out... well then, he's figured it out, hasn't he? The governor module, its name, the massacre. No more mysteries. And still a threat - but not one related to the Company.

Gurathin strikes me as slightly obsessive, but not stupid - having lacked control of his life for so long, he fixates on controlling (likely over-controlling) what he can. The SecUnit felt dangerous; therefore, Gurathin felt like he needed to control it, and he's stuck on that until he feels safe again. It's only once it's gone - once he's weaseled out all its secrets, and driven it away, taking control of the situation - that he can finally look past it and admit that, well, it's not actually the Company causing problems.

It feels like a sudden switch - but it was never really about the Company at all, and some part of Gurathin knew it.

[svt-meiying]

HI BB!!!!!I missed asking questions and since I've asked a lot of questions related to Mimi I know have questions for yiyi!!!!! I hope you're doing good because I'm currently sweating my ass off and it's so hot it's not even funny anymore 😔😔😔

1-Are there any idols who are juniors for yiyi but are actually older who have a crush on her?(Examples of junior but older can be someone from andteam so either kei or fuma) idk I'm interested in this for some reason😭😭

2-do you remember the time when fuck ass mama gave seventeen an award that was fake,fake as in it never was there in the first place and they just gave them an award that didn't exist? I wonder how yiyi reacted

3-is yiyi a good producer like Mimi or does she lean more towards dancing/singing and if so,has she been a mentor before?

4- is there a certain era where yiyi really felt like she didn't belong in the group? And who helped her get rid of that thought?

5- of yiyi was a cartoon character who would she be and why?

6- what's yiyi's and mingyu's favorite activity to do when they have free time. I would love to see more of them in the future(but she's still my girlfriend,I knew her before mingyu actually)

7-LAST QUESTION,what are some tt dances yiyi has done recently(please tell me you have "take it slow put it down on me",in mind)

I love you MY BB (yes girlfriend stealer anon, MY BB) take care of yourself and stay hydrated💓💓

HI MY SWEET!!! I missed seeing you in my inbox 🥹 I'm okay, but honestly just like you I feel like every single part of my body is liquefying itself in this heat, it's so ridiculous because it's humid at the same time 😭 Sorry this took a bit to come out but I was trying to really flesh out every answer!

. . Meiying is used as reference by many trainers so she's very popular amongst juniors - also due to her unique visuals - and obviously a few of them fell for her ( a few of them tried to get her number without knowing she's in a relationship)

Juyeon from The Boyz ; Notoriously has several versions of his crush-i mean senior's Miniteen character, and went on many variety shows with her photocard at the back of his phone. Guilty of showing his photocard collection on live and causing dating rumors by accident - he had almost every era...even rare ones

Ji-Woong from ZB1 ; Behold, the biggest simp of them all. Shamelessly flirted with their mentor throughout the show, though it did not seem to have much effect, and to this day acts playfully around her since they switched from 'sunbae/junior' to 'sunbae/oppa'. He's worn her birthday merch and personalized merch in public without a care in the world, shown off signed posters and even went on about why she's his ideal type

Jaehyun from NCT 127 ; Again, these men have no shame, one day he just admitted that he's had a crush on her basically since Jungkook invited her to come to the beach with the '97 liner friend group in 2020. He has pictures of the two of them up on his instagram and made sure to put those as the very first image that people see, so if you scroll down on his page she'll pop up at least 4 times

Honorable Mention ; Shoutout to Xikers' Sumin saying that he truly fell for her charm when watching her rapping stage then outing his senior by saying 'I think Yunho sunbaenim might like her too, he has a few photocards I think and he watched her fancams often'

. . Meiying didn't say anything since the older members, more specifically Hoshi, were handling the situation but when someone handed her the award she pulled on the skin under her right eye slightly to reveal it more, basically insinuating that MAMA was blind to think they didn't deserve a real one. When the camera filmed the members as they stepped back into the audience, she ran a thumb across her throat

. . Meiying & Woozi are co-producers, which means she's been writing the group's songs since she was around 14 years old, so she's on the same level as Hima! There's just slightly more pressure on her when it comes to being an ace since Pledis put her in two units simultaneously, so for every comeback not only are people judging the track itself (so her skills) but she's being judged on vocals (in group or solo tracks), dancing/performance (perf. unit) and rap (hh. unit)

The maknae appeared on programs like 'Chuang Asia' 'Boys Planet' 'I-Land' and more as a mentor, taking on the responsibility of guiding trainees through their practices, but has refused every request to personally mentor someone. Even though what happened with T.O.P was entirely due to his own personal choices, the idea that perhaps one day she would end up in a similar situation and would need to abandon juniors just like he did to her terrifies her. It isn't that she wants to, it's that she has a deep rooted fear that she'll hurt them in some way

. . Meiying struggled during the 'Your Choice' and 'Attacca' eras despite them being some of her favorites because it was during these comebacks that her first ACL tear happened, unfortunately making her fall behind and going from Grade 1 to Grade 2 since she refused to see a doctor. Netizens didn't know about what had happened so they began criticizing every aspect of her performances on social media, saying that she was lazy, that she should practice more, etc., even though she was maintaining the same level of energy, just with an injury this time so footwork was slightly sloppier

The maknae began spending more time in the practice room to catch up, ignoring the pain shooting through her knee, and she started thinking that she didn't belong in the group as she could not even dance properly. It was Hoshi who found her one night after forgetting something in the building - sitting against the mirror unable to move because her knee had gotten so bad that getting up was genuinely impossible. As one of her unit leaders he took it upon himself to find out what was wrong and she broke down pretty quickly, spilling her heart out to him but despite his best efforts she was still hurting herself on stage by dancing too hard and looking utterly defeated when they didn't win, as though it was her fault Surprisingly enough it was DK who got rid of that 'out of place' thought, not by asking what was wrong, not by trying to get her to talk like the others were doing, but just by being there. He would make her laugh, include her in every group activity in little ways that would ensure she didn't notice it was to make her feel better, he'd mention her a lot on Weverse, on lives, do almost everything with her and slowly it got better

. . Meiying is very similar to Kisa Sohma and Momiji Sohma from the anime 'Fruit Basket'! Similarly to Kisa, past trauma led to fear of being touched and reluctance to trust people until meeting one specific person (Tohru for Kisa, Minghao for Mei) who slowly taught her how to be around people. At the beginning of the show Kisa relied on Hiro to speak for her because she could not do it herself as bullying had made her very reserved, and the trauma Mei experienced rendered her mute. They both have strong dislikes for conflict and very easily break down into tears due to their sensitivity. They can both be clueless despite having experience the bad of the world very early on and need the guidance of people older than them in many situations despite insisting that they can do things by themselves

Similarly to Momiji, despite having no problem with being serious she often displays more childish antics - though underneath the carefree facade that they uphold there are darker things hidden deep down, emotional turmoil, a maturity no one truly gets to see. They both have courage to stand up for those they love even if they are faced with more powerful entities (Akito for Momiji, HYBE, Pledis, or even the media for Mei) and will try to protect them no matter what. As they grew, both of them defied higher entities that were controlling their lives and decided to find a brighter future for themselves without cowering to those entities, but still retain a heart kind enough to forgive whatever wrongs were inflicted on them (to an extent)

. . Their favorite activities currently are jogging together, hiking and skateboarding! In foreign countries they like walking around cities without bothering to look at maps, just exploring until they get tired. They've slowed down slightly on physical activities though since Meiying's knee needed time to rest even a year after surgery, but they love being active together! (Don't worry I have some drabbles planned just like MinAri, buuuut I have some not so happy lore first)

. . I was actually thinking of that song not too long ago so here's the list : Lights Down Low, Here, Just Keep Watching, Te Amo (Rihanna), Dangerous Woman (whole song), Under The Influence, Promiscuous (haha Hawaii am i right...anyway) and Loveeeeeee Song. All choreographed by our maknae since she suddenly got bored on break - even tho she was literally in Hawaii clubbing with GyuCheol but okay

I LOVE YOU TOO MY (jealous) SWEET 😽 You take care too, this heat is genuinely horrendous. Wear lots of sunscreen, drink lots and I hope you're getting some time to have fun and do things you like! MWAHHH 🩷🩷

[snarltoothed]

Yes, exactly, you’re very concerned with discrimination and oppression relating to gender identity (an immaterial social construction based on what gender/sex stereotypes fit someone best) and do not seem at all concerned about sex-based oppression. Because of this, I am asking if you think sex-based oppression exists and is bad for female people or not. If you believe it does exist and is bad, why is it harmful for females to organize against?

You hold the belief that spaces and groups should cater toward gender-identity and focus on activism related to transgender people first and foremost, especially feminism. Many people agree with you and want to center transwomen in feminism. Others would like to include them, but not center them. Or think that they should be included in everything besides issues specifically relating to the female body like medical misogyny, pregnancy, and abortion rights. Many people don’t want them included at all. There is never going to be a world where all of humanity agrees on any single issue. Coming up with compromises between different factions of belief is part of living in a society, but trans activists and allies have this all-or-nothing approach that posits trans people’s emotional needs (not even just the need to not face violence, but the need to never have to face the reality that humans are sexually dimorphic mammals) as more important than the needs and desires of any other oppressed group, which just seems politically untenable to me?

I also don’t know if it’s up to you (a self-admitted cis woman) to decide if all transmen are more affected by gender/sex dysphoria than trauma from male abuse. That seems very much like something any individual transman in that position should be able to decide for himself. I can tell you that the radical feminist community on here is very much gender diverse — most of us “identify” as women, although there are some transmasc radfems as well as whole host of desisted (socially transitioned and detransitioned) and detrans women (medically transitioned, often notably masculinized, and “reidentified” as women)… and those of us who have always been cis are rarely all that feminine/gender-conforming. So, clearly, transmen and masculinized women/nonbinary people (as well as radfems) are not the political monolith you see them as.

I would also think that the organization run by the woman who wrote “the writings of young trans men reveal a group of notably sensitive and clever people. The more of their accounts of gender dysphoria I’ve read, with their insightful descriptions of anxiety, dissociation, eating disorders, self-harm and self-hatred, the more I’ve wondered whether, if I’d been born 30 years later, I too might have tried to transition. The allure of escaping womanhood would have been huge. I struggled with severe OCD as a teenager. If I’d found community and sympathy online that I couldn’t find in my immediate environment, I believe I could have been persuaded to turn myself into the son my father had openly said he’d have preferred…” wouldn’t discourage transmen from using the service she created specifically for all female people, including transmen… just because they look like transmen. But that’s just my take.

"Shes just a feminist fighting for woman's rights"

"Shes just saying things you disagree with"

JK Rowling is actively harming trans people with what she is doing by funding organizations that helped pass anti Trans laws. She isn't just saying harmful things anymore. And she isn't fighting for woman's rights by hurting trans people. Trans woman are woman and by funding and speaking out against them you are hurting women. Trans men are men and not "confused women". Same goes for Trans women, they are not "confused or malicious men". They are women. Non binary people exist and are neither.

What she is doing makes the world harder for Trans people and gender non forming people. A woman was assaulted for just using the bathroom while not being feminine enough. Rowling isn't helping that woman with what she is doing.

Is doesnt matter what she has done in the past. All the charity work she has done until now isn't changing the harm she is causing to the trans community by funding anti Trans organizations.

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Hi Mina! Can we be excited for new chapter this weekend? (please don’t feel pressured, just a little innocent question!)🥰

I'm very hopeful that it will be ready to post soon! Although it's taking a bit longer than I anticipated... This is where I am at with the word count, and they have only just set off for the hospital 😅

I'm just going to keep going until the intended end point of this chapter, regardless of how many words it takes. At this rate, chapter 17 may be quite a bit longer than average (probably more like the last chapter length, or perhaps even longer?) – I hope that's okay with you all!

I'm definitely starting to show a bit more of reader's personality in this one, and I'm really hoping you still find her relatable/sympathetic enough to enjoy and invest in. A bit scary for me, I must admit! (Since reader is being gifted/cursed with quite a few of my own attributes)

Thank you for asking so sweetly. I'm always so touched by people's excitement for this story ♡

[beautifulpersonpeach]

you said

I'll admit, these days I'm a bit disconnected from the fandom and don't keep up with jikook and/or BTS as much as I used to,

pardon my impertinence but what happened? me myself i don't feel safe in the fandom anymore but i still stay for jikook. what made you disconnected from bts and the fandom when you used to be one of the most prolific army writers here? i know your work got busy but is that the only thing? forgive my impertinence again but you don't even look excited about jikook some times. i've sent you many asks about ays and jikook that you haven't answered. you don't have to answer but i miss your perspectives and if there's a reason you don't feel connected to army or bts or jikook anymore i hope you can share it with us.

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Ask 2:

I miss you around here BPP. My asks about BTS and jikook have gone unanswered for what feels like months and while I know your work has gotten very busy I still selfishly want you back here with us being active.

I hope you're well and haven't forgotten about us your tumblr fam 😭

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I'm still here guys. But I'll take this ask to rant and ramble and hopefully answer all related questions about the future of BPP.

(Anon in ask 2, I'm sorry to you and everyone who still frequents this blog because, well...)

Idk what to say except that I can't fake it. I can't fake enthusiasm when I feel none. Is this so shocking? I mean, y'all have to be a bit fatigued as well, no?

I've been in the fandom for something like 10 years, and lately nothing here has changed except for the worse - the predictable kind - the sort I've been talking about since I opened this blog five years ago.

Just this past week, I logged onto Twitter and saw --

Discourse about how Yoongi limping meant he has liver disease.

People talking about how a mentally ill (untreated but employed) diet solo wrote a fan fiction book about Jungkook and is selling it for US$25 + tax.

Discourse about Jungkook's painted nails - some people reaching past Timbuktu to explain why his nail colours couldn't possibly have anything to do with jikook, while another part of the fandom talking about nothing else except that his nail colours are proof jikook are a couple.

Taekookers claiming a 'k-source' has proof taekook fucked 69 in a hot tub in Gangnam as soon as they completed military service and left the BigHit building last month.

Chartmys already drawing up goals for the PTD live album and pegging it against solo album achievements.

Taesoothe and her crew of shooters oscillating between dragging other groups/fandoms and defending Bang Sihyuk as more allegations come out.

Excessive levels of fangirling bordering on outright obsessive worship of any of the members...

Among the myriad of solo filth, conspiracies, discourse, and overall braindead chatter that's normal for k-pop fandoms. And not just in the usual insane pockets of ARMY twitter, but in (previously) somewhat 'normal' ARMY spaces as well...

The discourse is tired and so predictable you can set your watch to it. By this point, we know all the players, the teams, and the tactics. None of this 'discourse' is new and I've written my fair share of posts getting into the weeds with everyone else. I'm not saying this to claim I'm better than anyone else, just that before I didn't mind digging into this discourse because a lot of people were new to k-pop/BTS/jikook and genuinely didn't really understand how things work here.

Also, BTS was releasing good music, actually good music, and that made spending time in this madhouse tolerable to tell you the truth. The last time I liked anything released by BTS was Mona Lisa, which wasn't too long ago tbf, but the last time I loved anything released was RPWP. Over a year ago. That's the fuel that's kept me coming here, kept me logging into Tumblr, Twitter, and k-forums... and I'm overdue for a refueling.

When I say the main reason I stanned BTS and remain involved with all this is the music, I really do mean it. The members are good people, I care for jikook, Joon, Hobi, Jin, Tae, and Yoongi, but the main reason I give them my money, attention, and invest in the fandom and in their company is the music they make. If that starts going to shit, nobody could pay me enough to continue giving a fuck. I'll likely liquidate my investment in HYBE and cash out.

Respectfully.

All this to say, I'm still here... not jumping ship yet.

I see your asks and I try to answer a few (lately I've been trying to be more consistent out of respect for the followers that still somehow come to this cobwebbed patch of the internet), but I also don't feel interested (or fueled) enough to actively engage the way I used to. Not even the most explicit jikookery in AYS2 will change how I feel if there's no decent music on the back of it. I guess this settles the question on if I'm really a jikooker after all lmao.

Anyway, I'm here still kinda answering asks and patiently holding out until the guys release new music, maybe later this year and definitely next year. Cautiously watching and hoping that Scooter's fingerprint is on as few songs as possible because at this point, I've seen what he can deliver and want none of it.

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In the meantime, to answer the asks about AYS2 the fact is I'm not all that excited and this should be unsurprising for older followers of my blog given what I've said before about BTS auxiliary content like SOOP or, more recently, AYS. I like jikook so I'll probably still watch it and might even love it, but until it comes out I have nothing to say about it. I have no hopes or expectations or wishlists for AYS because it's not the sort of content that appeals to me anyway. I'd feel a bit differently if it was a GCF, but editorially and functionally, it's not. So there's that.

[strawbfieldz]

my top 10 dateables!!!

⚠️ CONTAINS SPOILERS ⚠️

I keep redoing my top 10 list but now that I’ve played through most of the characters’ routes, I feel more confident this will be the final version… or maybe not! I might change my mind again later, we’ll see.

honorable mentions

bobby ; I love their backstory and their aesthetic! I want to forcibly adopt them!

bathsheba ; I am a sucker for mean ladies and divas (though I did get friendzoned by her in my main save 😔)

harper ; again, I like mean ladies. I would happily have a toxic relationship with her!

zoey ; I love, love her story and character arc. she probably has my favorite storyline in the game—right behind diana’s!

chance ; I like him more platonically bc I just love nerds in general but also playing g&g was really fun!!!

now onto the real list…

#10 — jean loo pissoir

(sigh) I fell for the propaganda. I love my french soundcloud (c)rapper toilet boyfriend! he also seems to be actually good at rapping… at least I think, idk anything about rapping! anyways he makes me laugh, what can I say? and I can appreciate that he has standards. he was one of the last characters I did just because I wanted to make sure I had high enough SPECS points haha.

#9 — tina

I’ll be the first to admit, I loved tina at first because of her v/a but if it wasn’t clear already, I just love mean ladies. honestly, she makes me laugh too and I love the theme of triangles. cons: she wants a throuple with tony and I don’t fw tony like that.

#8 — diana

I love her so so much, she’s so underrated. she has my favorite storyline in the game, mostly because the plot twist (?) or reveal is so cool to me. w/o spoilers, I think what they did with her character is really clever, and I love the mad hatter theme!

#7 — i, ronaldini

-AND WHAT’S THIS?! IT’S I, RONALDINI WITH A STEEL CHAIR! the newest addition to this list bc I was unaware of his existence until I met him and it was love at first sight! I have a thing for goofy, sexy magicians! (note; it would be so cute to adopt bobby with him!)

#6 — fantina

I really do love her storyline and I find her absolutely relatable… but I also want her at the same time haha. she’s adorable either way and her arc is *chef’s kiss*! (I wish most of the dialogue options talking to her weren’t so mean tho!)

#5 — parker bradley

once again I am crazy about nerds!!! he is so unhinged and chaotic and hilarious and I am so here for it. playing games with him is also just so fun and his v/a does a great job with him. I now understand how sexy board game rules can be!

#4 — lady memoria

there is absolutely not enough love and appreciation for memoria. she is NOSTALGIA and she’s GOTH, what more could you want?! she’s very morticia-coded, another character I love, and she has some of my favorite dialogue in the game. I srsly need everyone to start caring more about her NOW!

#3 — penelope

honestly penelope is just so me. I love her design, it’s my favorite design in the whole game and all of her dialogue and her storyline is so cute! she reminds me of olivia octavius haha but like… just the cute dork part.

#2 — hector

a fan favorite, I know, but a fan favorite for a reason!!! hector is who I originally bought the game for bc I’d seen enough about him to know I’d love him. I thought he would be my favorite (that would soon change) but I still love him for obvious reasons. creepy vent guy who stalks you and is very romantic is actually a shy, insecure dork who worships the ground you walk on, just needs help coming out of his shell a lil. #NEEDTHAT

#1 — jerry

…but who’s surprised, huh?? I doubt anyone since I’ve made him my entire personality since I first started playing the game but yes. this junk drawer has changed my brain chemistry. uhhh idk what else to say except hot nerd makes brain go awooga but also I just love his character arc (short as it may be) and all of the potential he has. <- may or may not have cried during his Realization, but you cannot prove anything in a court of law!!!

anyways. I’m tired now but yea jerry supremacy, I’d risk it all for a piece of that hunk of junk!!!