#other hands are left up to interpretation ig

[wormboytrav]

ref used under cut

[hypnagogics]

Okay.. but like, loser ellie but she’s also a stoner and explains the entire lore of spider man to you while you’re trying to have seggs and she’s like stoned out of her mind and yapping about literally spider man 😭

before you read!!

☆: THIS IS SO FUCKING FUNNY IM CRYING LMFAO had me dying for like 10 mins straight. this is longer than intended bc im a yapper as we know, and i kinda don't know much of the spiderman lore (and you can def tell oops)…BUT I LOVE THE WAY YOUR MIND WORKS NONNIE.

◇: sfw but suggestive themes. warning: FAR from my best work, just wanted to keep momentum going ig. basically just fluff, lots of buildup as usual SORRY i have to establish a plot before we get to the good stuff…they're of age obviously, their relationship is left vague/up for interpretation so fill in the blanks w/ your own thoughts! “babe” pet name usage, consumption of weed, duh. ok i suppose that's all. OH AND SBWM REFERENCE HAHAHA (shameless self plug :3) + 1.0k wc.

One nice, regular night, chilling at Ellie’s humble abode, getting high, the usual Friday evening activities. You both were laying down in her bed, wrapped up in her dinosaur bedsheets of course, you were resting your head on her chest, occasionally coughing and swatting away the residual smoke that lingered in the air.

The weed had made your head fuzzy and your mouth drier than the Sahara desert, but despite all the not-so-great things, you loved to get high with Ellie.

Sometimes you'd fuck, sometimes you'd talk about life and reminisce about the good, the bad, and the ugly, and sometimes you'd just lay there to enjoy each other's company.

She was so warm and comfortable, you simply wished to merge bodies and become one with her, to make a home inside her ribcage even. You'd be perfectly fine just napping there on her cushiony chest, listening to her steady heartbeat and slow intakes of breath, if it wasn't for the familiar ache of need between your legs.

Shifting to look up at her, she was so incredibly zooted out of her mind, you found it hilarious. Chunky glasses covered in fingerprint smudges and sitting crooked atop her nose, eyes blood-red and so heavy lidded, you'd have thought she was asleep had you not taken a closer look.

You lifted yourself up and pressed your lips to the side of her pink cheek, repeatedly kissing her soft, smooth skin. She let out a husky giggle, her voice all hoarse and crackly from the substance. “Hiiii.”

She dragged out the vowel, grinning widely at you. Her smile was infectious, and you laughed at her state. Burying your face again in the crook of her neck, you mumbled, “Hi Ellie…you're so cute.”

Tangled up together, you kissed her some more on her neck, wanting to be as close as possible to her. She sighed, and angled her head to give you better access to more surface area. “That feels nice.” She'd slur, and you were pretty turned on at this point, to say the least.

It was worth asking. “Ellie…do you wanna fuckkk?” You whisper against her ear, and watch in delight as the bright-red blush spreads across her entire face like a wildfire, even reaching her collar, and spreading underneathyour shirt. “Um, yeah, duh. C’mere.”

You pressed a sloppy kiss to her lips, tangling your hands in her auburn locks and parting your puffy lips to invite her tongue in, not noticing the spit dribble down your chin where your faces met. Her breathing quickened immediately, and she whined into your mouth, the kisses getting even messier to the point where your teeth were clinking together, so you backed away for a breather.

The two of you shifted positions so she was now on top of you, resting her hand on your hip, thumb rubbing small circles. She moved in to initiate more lip-locking, but pulled away abruptly.

“Babe I forgot to tell you, so y’know Peter Parker, right?” And there she goes.

“Yeah, yeah I know him, can you just-” You try to rush past the beginnings of her rambling, because you knew once she got started, there was no end in sight. At least for a while.

You tried pulling her in to meet your lips again by the back of her head, but were met with lots of resistance. She seemed to look more alert now, a miracle. The power of superheroes!

She shuffled off of you and sat upright, assuming a cross-legged position, clearly not noticing your exasperated huffs and purposely obnoxious eye rolling, and the fact that there was a whole-ass human, half undressed, horny girl on her bed right there in front of her, who was slowly losing patience.

Ellie just went to her own world. Her eyes sparkled with passionate wonder as she thought about the series so dear to her heart. “Okay I rewatched all the movies a few days ago and I noticed something new…”

You were ready to give up what you originally had in mind, she was too far gone. She talked and talked endlessly, and you had to feign interest, nodding along and murmuring, “Mhm, yeah Els. Wow that's cool. Huh, never knew.” As enthusiastically as you could, so she didn't feel like she wasn't being listened to.

It was worth noting too though, when she started info-dumping about her interests she really was adorable, an excitement in her grassy eyes you never see otherwise, gesturing wildly with her hands and mapping out ideas to make it easy for someone who's never seen any of it to digest all this new information.

“...And then, in the movies Into the Spiderverse and Across the Spiderverse, there's this character called Gwen Stacy.”

She stops to cough and clear her throat, now seemingly appearing to completely forget that you were even there.

“And- oh yeah! She's also in the comics and ugh she's awesome, I really love her suit. It's got a hood on it…if I were to have a spider suit, it would be her style. Hm, it would also be mostly like, green…with red accents, ah I'm gonna show you all the sketches I made of it. But anyway…”

To be completely honest, you've been out of the mood for enough time now, and you've come to the realization that it actually didn't bother you.

This was Ellie, and you loved her for her! There was always next time you two met for a smoke session, you just loved spending time with someone so treasured such as her, and you'd be lying to say the Spiderman world wasn't a little interesting.

"That's so cool, wait. Okay can you explain the timeline of it all, oh and also how do all these different movies interact, is it the same universe, or something like the multiverse I think you mentioned?”

[atlasofthestaars]

comfort in you

summary: “In the end, all there is left is silence and it is often a comfort to the weary soul.”

it’s been a long day, sometimes all you need is just someone to lean on.

includes: johnny cage, liu kang, tomas, and raiden

note: haha whoopeedoo my brain got a lil sad so I wanted to type a comfort fic as a lil self indulgent thing until I got happier so here u go. you can interpret as close friends or romantic, but it might seem a tad bit more romantic bc it’s just a lot of cuddling ig?? <3 I’ll probably only make a sequel to this if I get sad again.

JOHNNY CAGE

“Long day?” 

The only thing that left your lips was a despondent sigh. You looked over to Johnny who looked at you with a sympathetic look. It was the look of a man who understood all too well what burnout looked like. He was sitting on the most comfortable looking couch, arms and legs spread to take up the space and enjoy all the luxury for himself. And yet, when he saw the absolutely exhausted look on your face, he scooted over to make space in that haven. The actor’s hand patted the spot next to him.

“C’mere.” Johnny said, beckoning you over with a tilt of his head. A soft smile pulled at his lips. You could not resist the siren call of his offer, not that you would even if you were not as downcast. You trudged over, your spirits weighing you down. It was like a heavy weight was chained to your leg causing you to drag your feet despite how much you wanted to just sit down and relax. The seconds that it took for you to make your way to him felt stretched into an eternity. When you finally made your way to his side, you practically collapsed onto the couch and consequently, Johnny.

You curled up all too naturally into the actor’s side. Your body greedily leaned into him, trying to absorb the comfort and warmth he seemed to naturally radiate. His arm, which had been languidly hanging off the back of the couch before you came into the room, smoothly curled around your shoulders. Johnny pulled you close, tucking your head into his chest. His chin propped up onto your head.

It felt like he was shielding you away from the world which had brought you down. If you weren’t so down, he would make a quip on how this was just like the movies he starred in. But he didn’t. Instead, he wrapped his other arm around your waist. Your eyes closed, focusing on the calming sound of his heart beating.

It was steady. It was nice.

You felt like you were sinking into him, heavy with the burden of the day. Despite how you completely sunk your weight into him, Johnny didn’t complain. If anything, it seemed like he encouraged it. His hand squeezed your shoulder as if to say “It’s okay, I’m here.”

“Wanna talk about it?” Johnny asked. Gone was the pronounced way he would speak, just the way he would speak to his audience. Instead, his voice was replaced with something softer and gentler. Something just for you, and no one else. You shook your head, your nose brushing against his chest. You inhaled, and you could smell the cologne he wore. 

It was sandalwood. Not the synthetic, obnoxious scent. Instead, it was the more expensive and genuine kind. It was slightly sweet, a little spicy, and musky but overall it was woody. But most of all, it smelt of comfort. It smelt like him.

Now you understood why people enjoyed that scent so much. Or maybe, you just liked how it smelt because it was what he always wore.

“That’s okay.” Johnny murmured, his arm around your shoulders pulling you closer again. In return, your arms draped lazily around his waist. “We can just sit here and just relax.” Your hands gripped at the shirt he wore, silently telling him that you would be holding him to his words. “We can sit here for as long as you want, okay?”

And you were okay with that.

LIU KANG

“Is something on your mind?”

You turned away from the railing to the fire god. Sometimes, the surroundings around you would make you feel better. Yet, it seems that not even the beautiful sights around the fire temple could provide you such a simple luxury such as comfort. You were so gloomy that you could not even attempt a weak imitation of a smile.

Not that you could fool a god, anyways.

A furrowed brow along with a concerned pout on his lips was upon Liu Kang’s face. His eyes which glowed like the stars searched your face which screamed of exhaustion. You opened your mouth to respond, but you found you could only sigh instead, shoulders slumping forward at the idea of mustering a response to properly explain yourself.

“Come here.” Liu Kang invited. The concern wiped from his face after he had properly assessed the situation. What remained in its place was a gentle smile that felt reminiscent of a gentle flame in how warm it looked. His arms were spread wide, open and inviting for you to fall into. Though each step you took towards him felt like a lifetime each, the god’s patience never wavered. He nodded encouragingly, silent praises sent your way for putting in the effort for making your way over to him.

You fell into his arms, nearly stumbling from how you completely let yourself go as soon as you were within his range. Immediately, Liu Kang’s arms wrapped around your frame, keeping you steady. It was like a silent promise that he was here, and that he would not let you falter under his watch. You trembled for a moment, trying to force an explanation to fall out of your lips. You should explain yourself to a god, shouldn’t you?

“It’s okay.” Liu Kang murmured, pulling you closer into his arms. His voice was a whisper, so gentle as to not break the fragile moment that the two of you had at the moment. “There is no need to explain, I understand.” His words dripped with empathy, the total understanding of one who has also experienced the weariest of days and how they can feel like a burden on the soul.

Your heart squeezed at the tone, feeling compassion in how the god could understand the plight of everyday life. He understood you, he really understood you.

The comfort he oozed seeped into you. Greedily, you clutched tightly at his shirt, pretending that somehow pulling yourself closer would help. You took in a deep breath as you closed your eyes. Suddenly, the smell of incense and oolong tea surrounded you. You’ve never noticed the smell before, probably because of how faint it was, but now all you could do was feel comfort at it.

“I shall be here for as long as you need.” Liu Kang spoke again. His voice carried along with it an unspoken promise, telling you that he was here for you whenever you wished and more importantly, whenever you needed. “Is that alright with you?”

And then all was right.

TOMAS

“Hey, are you okay?” 

Hearing the door open, you looked over to see Tomas look at you. Concern was painted upon his features. Even with his mask, he was very easy to read. His eyes were just that expressive. But now that it was off, you could see the entirety of his worry for you. Furrowed brows, lips which pursed upon seeing you before letting out a sigh.

Here you were, in a dark and silent room, staring into the abyss that was the ceiling when it was shrouded in the darkness. Your clothes were creased from the way you had been slumped over the couch in such an awkward position, not finding the energy to find a more comfortable position than the one you had just been practically sitting catatonic in.

You could only stare, not knowing what to even say to the man to explain the situation. The excuses you felt like you could muster up felt pathetic and weak. His eyes searched yours. Then, he turned and shut the door quietly. He strode over, his pace quick, but his steps light to not disturb you. He appeared by your side, sitting carefully next to you, his eyes still watching you like he would with one of his targets. Though he scrutinized you, it was not in a cold way.

Tomas’ eyes were full of so much warmth.

“Here.” He said gently, his hands pulling you slowly towards him. It was slow so you could back out if you didn’t want this, and you knew this. But you let it happen, sinking into his embrace. He was warm and felt like a perfect pillow. You leaned all your weight into him, finding it all too easy to do so. As soon as you were settled, his arms wrapped gently around you.

Your arms snaked around his waist, pulling yourself closer to him. Your eyes closed, fully enveloping yourself in the darkness that already pervaded your room. Despite it being the same darkness, sharing it with the man who held you, it didn’t feel quite as bad as it did before. It felt almost…nice, actually. It felt like a warm, fluffy blanket being wrapped around you instead of a wet towel.

You buried your face into his chest, finding this to be almost natural. Perhaps Tomas should be a professional cuddler instead, you had a feeling he would be quite successful. You took in a breath, and you caught the scent of fresh linen. It was a scent that you weren’t quite expecting, but it felt like it matched him regardless.

It felt like coming home to a house where you could just relax and be rid of any worries that daily life brought. Tomas in general felt like home, actually.

“Are you comfortable?” Tomas murmured as he propped his chin upon your head. As he felt you nod weakly, he rubbed your back with small tender circles. “Good, because we’ll be here for as long as you need. I’ll be here for you.” He paused, before speaking once more. “Does that sound fine?”

And indeed, it did.

RAIDEN

“Are you alright?”

Tonight, you were sitting under a sea of stars. The view was simply perfect, breathtaking even. But with the low energy you had, all you could get from the experience was just how cold you were, and how awfully lonely it was out here.

The grass rustled softly as Raiden carefully took a seat beside you. He sat close, your shoulders brushing together. Eyes that shone even brighter than the stars tonight gazed upon you and saw how your shoulders slumped forward. They saw how your eyes seemed to be just a tad duller, and how your face was the very definition of exhaustion. 

“I’m sorry if I’m intruding but...” Raiden said, his voice alone pulling you to him. You couldn’t help it, seeing the kind and inviting smile that was perfectly set upon his lips. Seeing the way you gravitated towards him already, he carefully wrapped an arm around you. Once he saw how you accepted his embrace and even leaned your head into his chest, he brought the other arm around you, transforming the hold into a full hug.

You melted into his arms, not realizing just how badly you had needed this type of comfort. Your arms wrapped around him, trying to bring him closer to you. No complaints were made from your clingy actions. Instead, you were rewarded with the very thing you longed for. Fingers tapped upon your back rhythmically, lulling you to close your eyes.

You basked in the feeling of belonging. With a deep breath in, you caught the scent of apple blossom. It was floral, punctuated just very lightly with that apple scent to provide a sense of freshness. It was sweet, very befitting of the man who held you in his arms during this chilly night. It was like a perfect and clear spring day. You took in another breath, leaning more into him. Yeah, it fit him quite nicely.

“You seemed tired today.” Raiden confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. His voice felt full of the care he held for you, so full that it felt like any more would lead to it overflowing. You didn’t quite mind the idea of that though. Knowing someone cared for you, especially someone like Raiden brought a special type of comfort that was hard to replicate. His tapping along your back paused. “I was worried for you…I’m glad I went and checked on you.” He said, the words filling the quiet night air.

You grasped at his shirt, quietly telling him that you were also glad to have him by your side. At your silent response Raiden resumed the gentle taps once more. 

“We can sit out here for as long as you want.” Raiden offered, through the tone in his voice you could practically envision the soft smile that must be playing along his lips. He shifted so you were more comfortable within his arms. “It’s a beautiful night, and I don’t mind staying up if it’s to help you out. Really, I mean it.”

You knew he meant it, and nothing could bring you more comfort than that.

[jamethinks]

Sitting, Eating and Breastmilk: An examination of the Desmonds family dinner

**cw for discussion of abuse, manipulation, and vague mentions of disordered eating**

Lots of things to note about the interactions of the family in the recent chapter and how that reflects their dynamic and Donovan's control over the family.

I am by no means smart, just chatty. Media analysis is a skill I am trying to develop slowly... very slowly. Bear with me.

Also unedited hehe let's see how many times I forget to negate a word and just fucked everything up *tiktok smirk emoji*

Firstly, we will observe the sitting positions.

On the right hand side of the table we have Donovan, the head of the table. Right side being the dominant side it further affirms his position of power over his family. Furthermore it gives him full view of his family. He can see all of them, clearly. At some point we see him scan the room, checking to ensure everyone is acting correctly.

On the opposite side, we have Melinda. Although she is also at the head of the she's on the left hand side aka the non dominant side. If we were to use our left as our dominant side, we would be scorned and discriminated against, right is right. This is reflective of her role as the mother. She's technically in a command position, but it's one with no power whatsoever. She has power, but it's limited. If she tries to gain more, she will be met with scorn. She is also in direct view of Donovan, meaning he is especially aware of everything she does.

Then there is Demetrius. Demetrius is seated on the northern(? I do not know my cardinals, lmao) side of the table. This is again a dominant position in the family. He's sat closest to the head of the household. While Damian is a scion, Demetrius is the heir expected to follow in his father's footsteps and inherit his power. Demetrius' proximity to his father is also harmful. Donovan is very attached to Demetrius in a way that may seem like he cares for him more, but it simply opens Deme up more to his father's abuse. Remember Damian's words about his father spending more time with Deme as a child, that one panel of him staring at Deme as his works (staring is a bit unfair though that's just how his eyes look). So on paper, Demetrius is seeming in the best position but in reality he has the worst luck.

Lastly, there's Damian. He's sat closest to his mother on the south side. While his brother is closest to the head of the household, he's closest to the tail. He is at the least powerful position of the table, reflecting his nothingness to his family. He's also sat far away from his father, which is part of Donovan's approach to abusing Damian. Negligence. By completely ignoring his son, he forces damian to actively seek out his attention (and affection). Damian spends most of his time trying to get closer to his father w/o realizing he's in a position of complete submission. It also forces him to envy his brother, who again seems to be the closest to his father. Damian has to depend on mother who despite the illusion of being equal to Donovan, has nothing to offer in support of her son. In the end, Damian is forced to sit there alone.

The next angle is food.

Demetrius eats his food quietly and at a proper pace. He ignores everything around him and just eats his food. Deme is a simple man. He does as he is told and moves on. He studies hard and achieves a lot. He's composed and emotionless, exactly what his father wants him to be. He's the perfect son. Emotionally stunted and isolated, focusing on the task at hand and nothing more. He doesn't even spare a glance at his mother or brother. When he's finished, he gets up and leaves, probably going back to work.

Donovan, eats ig idk I wasn't watching him.

Melinda doesn't eat much and only drinks. This can be taken a lot of ways. The main way I interpret it will be spoken on later, but let's look at the other two options. One is that she's too disgusted by her husband to eat. The situation is so unbearable that it completely suppresses her diet. The other option is that she can't. Dietary control and eating disorders are a very patriarchal way of controlling and abusing someone. Again, she's in a direct line of sight to her husband. She can't eat a lot of food because, as a woman, she isn't supposed to. She should stay weak and feeble and hungry, with a constant state of need and submission.

Damian eats at a somewhat slow pace. He's young, and kids are known for being complicated when it comes to eating. They're slow with most tasks as their still learning and trying to figure it out. He's the last to "finish" and by the end, he's left alone by the table. His father's parting comments indicate that he was trying to eat faster to meet up with his family but failed in the end. Donovan subtly reminds him of his position, the slow and last one. That he shouldn't try to shake up the dynamic.

The last detail I wanted to touch on was the interactions between Melinda and Damian.*

Background: Breastmilk is a naturally produced substance by mammals that is used to feed and nurture their young. Mammals have a unique relationship with their young, often found to have genuine bonds and love for their offspring compared to most other animals. In the case of humans, our evolutionary bond with our young is far more complicated. Babies are born underdeveloped compared to most species, can't walk, can't talk, can't even shit right. They're useless. But because of how intelligent humans are, our young can be so useless and dependent since we have the capacity to care. Thus, however, it results in an extensive dependence on the mother/primary caregiver.

Breast milk is a bit of a magical substance. When feeding, babies will spitback (don't ask me how) milk and the mother's body will analyze it to check the needs of the baby and adjust the contents accordingly (again don't ask me, just look it up. This allows the mother to feed her baby, bond with them, and keep them healthy by ensuring they have all the nutrients they need.

Throughout the dinner scene, Melinda doesn't eat and spends most of the night sipping wine. Meanwhile, Damian is constantly shooting signs that he needs her help. By not eating, Melinda is limiting the amount of nutrients available in her body, preventing her from being able to feed him (i.e., attend to his needs). If she did try, it would come a cost, draining her of what little she has for herself. Furthermore, by consuming alcohol she's making the milk unsuitable for him, meaning it would also bring him harm.

Obviously, breastmilk is a metaphor for love and care (?). Melinda can't offer Dmaian what he needs with harming the both of them. It inadvertently still causes them harm (Melinda starves and is now filled with alcohol which is bad, yk). It's a lose-lose situation, one perfectly orchestrated by Donovan. Although she's suffering in this moment, Melinda still plays his little game, afraid of what worse consequences come from defiance.

Damian's perspective:

Given his age and lack of experience, Damian clearly doesn't understand what's going on around him. At the end, he asks Jeeves what his father meant by worthwhile. In the Japanese version, he asks it in the hiragana (?) Way aka the more simplified version of Japanese written language (man Google it fuck off). Again, he's too young to understand the words and approaches ir from a more juvenile angle.

This is how he will continue to process his interactions with his family. His scope is limited, and his adoration for his father will cloud his ability to understand his father's actions, automatically assigning bias to him. This will eventually cause him to resent and avoid his family. He won't see his mother as scared but simply cold, rejecting him for no clear reason. His brother is also cold but also gets the love and attention he craves from his father. Think about him not helping his brother with his homework (academics being the avenue to get his father's attention and validation), essentially blocking Damian from what he believes in the key to getting closer to his father, blocking him from having a relationship. A selfish way of safeguarding his position as the heir with no care for his brother.

In the end, Damian will resent his family for abandoning him. When he acknowledges that his father was, in fact, abusive (if he notices), he will further resent his family for not protecting him or helping. The difference between each form of abuse makes each member unaware of the violence the others are exposed to. This ensure they can never bond or team up against him, too busy competing with one another.

Unedited, early morning rant. You all be safe now. No photos either. You will sit here and read.

*breast milk is being discussed in a more metaphorical sense. Some of the points made lean heavily into natalism and bio essentialism (?). So, just for my sake, this is not a full reflection of my opinions on breastfeeding. It's a complicated social issue that's very integral in the oppression of women/mothers. It's a very nuanced issue, but for the sake of brevity, I looked at it from a more general and simplistic angle, focusing on what's relevant for the comparison. Obviously, Damian is 6, so this isn't an actual issue for him. Just a way to model the relationship b/w parent (primary care giver to be specific) and child. I don't even agree with some of the sentiments I shared lmao just take it with a grain of salt.

[mvrtaiswriting]

Hi! For the 1,000 followers event, I’d like to request #2 off the drunk prompt list! Melodrama by Lorde vibes. I love Luffy, Sanji, and Zoro! Thank u!!! 😋💖

Zoro x prompt 2 (drunk prompts) - "i’ve alway thought you were th’prettiest person around.”

hi! thanks for requesting this <3 i chose to go with zoro for this one cause i'm such a sucker for him and this fits him perfectly. this is quite short but i hope it matches your expectations - i wrote it while listening to "The Louvre" by Lorde, and that's why it got a bit suggestive at the end. enjoy! <3

gender neutral reader | a bit suggestive ig | 477 words.

reblogs, likes, and comments are appreciated ♡ if you enjoy my works, click here to read more or buy me a coffee. -> from this event.

“Y’know wha- i’ve alway thought you were th’prettiest person around.”

Zoro blurted out, an hiccup interrupting him mid-sentence. Resting his chin against the palm of his hand, he locked his good eye on your face, a soft smile forming on his face. The booze he had consumed throughout the night had painted his cheeks of an unusual crimson shade, destroying his usual stoic façade and lifting the veil from his emotions.

"Uh?"

Nodding in response, Zoro kept his eye locked on you. His smile kept growing as he stared at you, occasionally sipping from his cup but never shifting his gaze from you - he just couldn't. There was something so hypnotising about you that had him wrapped around your finger. The world's greatest swordsman hung from your lips, left defenceless in front of you - he couldn't help but fall, feeling his heart skipping a beat every time you dared to smile his way.

Few inches were now keeping you apart, the two of you sitting in front of each other across the dining table. Mimicking his movements, you too rested your chin against the palm of your hand, leaning forward on the table and getting closer to him.

"You're drunk." you smirked, scanning his flustered face trying to interpret his confession.

Zoro followed you, edging his body forward and almost lying on the table, finally shortening the distance between the two of you. Zoro's eye pierced right though you and for a moment, it felt as if he could stare directly into your soul - as if he knew how much you ached to feel his lips against yours, as if he could see how many times you have dreamed of him with his hands through your hair as your back lied right against that table.

"Maybe." Zoro agreed, tilting his head to one side. "but booze is just liquid courage, isn't it?" he laughed, licking his lips like a lion would before jumping on its prey.

Zoro had held onto this feeling for far too long - the pining, the anticipation, the dreams with you all over him; and it was driving him insane.

Chuckling in response, you moved closer to Zoro, brushing your nose against his - your lips grazing against each other for a brief second leaving Zoro breathless, his mouth slightly open waiting for more. A smirk appeared on your face once again, feeling the tension building up in your veins.

"C'mere."

He whispered, wrapping his calloused hand around your neck and pulling you in, forcing his lips against yours. His lips felt rough, your hasty kiss quickly becoming wetter, hungrier, needier.

"We should go." he mumbled, his lips never fully leaving yours.

A nod was all it took for Zoro to pick you up and let your legs wrap around his waist, dragging the two of you to his bedroom.

[osakiharu]

23:30PM : ran haitani

content : gender neutral reader, fluff ig??, … , best friend!ran but you have a sneaky crush hehe, y’all are on ft and ran just gets changed, but he knows what he’s doing >:), ran’s job isn’t specified so you can interpret it however you want — i wasn’t aiming towards anything specific either so go crazy 🫶

words : 665

notes : accept this as my apology for not writing for a while, i’ve had a lot of change recently with uni and whatever and i’ve just been enjoying life but unfortunately i left a lot of my hobbies to collect dust so i’m trying to get back into them all, including writing lmao. anyways time to think whore thoughts of our fav man !!

thinking about best friend!ran being so comfortable with you that he just doesn’t care about what he does anymore or the fact that you’re just friends (much to his displeasure and yours). 

“‘m gonna get changed.” you heard ran mumble from the speaker of your phone as you got up to pack up your books for tomorrow’s morning lecture. you gave him a short response from the other side of your room, leaving your phone propped up against the screen of your laptop. 

sometimes you think ran gets a bit too comfortable on facetime with you, hell maybe even face to face considering the fact that you two are just friends. wrapping an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close when it’s cold outside or when you’re watching a movie. when you’re both exhausted from your respective jobs and fall sleep on his bed, disregarding the plans you’d made earlier. though, of course, you can’t do this without him rolling over to spoon you, his warm chest pressed up against your back with his gentle breaths fanning over your neck. the hand he always has draped over your side rubbing sweet little circles, sometimes even hearts, into the skin if your tummy, coming to a stop when he drifts off to sleep. 

but you know ran and he never does anything without a reason, a purpose, a goal in mind, because what ran wants, ran gets. the only thing stopping him from getting it is you. you and your inability to figure out why he does what he does. 

a sigh left you as you got up and returned back to your seat at your desk. “earlier I was talking—”

oh. oh…

what you’d expected to see was his ceiling, or maybe a black screen from where he’d put his phone down, away from him changing. perhaps you’d expected him to be finished already, considering the fact that it doesn’t take long to change into a pair of sweats and a shirt. instead, your eyes were met with the sight of ran, shirtless, angling his hips forwards to tie the strings on his sweatpants that seemed to be hanging dangerously low. you stared at the dark ink covering his torso and arm, somehow looking even better under the warm, dim light of the desk lamp that glowed on his pale skin.

“hm?” ran looked up towards his phone through the purple strands hanging in front of his face. you saw his chest jump slightly with a chuckle he couldn’t contain when he noticed your expression — eyes ever so slightly widened, mouth slightly agape. you weren’t shocked or surprised, this is ran we’re talking about, but you didn’t think he’d be this relaxed in front of you. “uhh, nevermind… i was gonna tell you something rindou told me but i forgot.” clearing your throat you averted your eyes back to your essay. the essay you couldn’t seem to focus on any longer. 

“you get this distracted when you talk to my brother, too?” anyone could’ve heard the smile in his voice as he spoke. he liked when he got under your skin and made you blush, when you weren’t able to reply with something witty or clever. ran paced around ‘looking’ for a sweatshirt waiting for your answer. “there’s a sweatshirt on your bed, moron.” you chuckled and returned back to your notes. ‘fuck, they ignored it,’ he thought as he sucked his teeth and picked up the black item of clothing. you couldn’t help but peek over to your phone screen to see his back, lean and muscular, moving in tandem with the rest of body. a breath left your nose. fuck.

“quit starin’, sweets,” he turned to face you while adjusting his sweatshirt, “it’s rude to stare, y’know?”

“i wasn’t.”

“sure, y/n” you both grinned at each other, knowing the truth. “now, help me with this essay, will you?” he asked, and you could hear papers rustling and shuffling around on his desk.

GUYYYYSS i literally need him so bad ??!!

reblogs appreciated <3

[ilynpilled]

sorry, i know you said you already said why but i cannot really find it, but why do you dislike jc double death?

this is gonna be short and fast sorry and also ig why i personally think it is not all that likely

1. jc delusion narratives are being deconstructed by the books. them dying together, as much as there is functional irony considering they cause each other’s death in some way (more directly or not lol), still cements aspects of it which works less well in my eyes. not moved by “womb to tomb” personally

2. do not like its impact on jaime’s individuation arc. not even redemption (again. ppl’s lives have meaning not their deaths. view a character holistically) whatever who cares wise but more-so ‘jaime is his own individual with an identity that is cemented as separate from his sister obviously now that he is out of his limbo state’

3. asos dream has cersei leave with the dead lans (tywin and joff and they go to the ancestors) with her flame before jaime who remains there w brienne w his own flaming sword. he is left in the dark with something terrifying and then gets his trauma packaged in long night imagery. jaime’s light going out sure but cersei says ‘as long as the flames burn ull live’ and brienne’s flame is giving light, and she essentially replaces the torch that cers was holding: ‘the only light in the cavern the only light in the world’. ofc all this is up to interpretation i just think there is deliberate open endedness

3. widow’s wail is in kl rn (plethora of shit there indicating that he will be the one to wield it lol. i mean who else? this is smn the show also confirms ig. he is gonna have to get that damn sword in his hand somehow) is he gonna go back and forth? how long is cers gonna live?

4. this is just a funny and silly issue bc i truly dgaf atp but like how is it gonna happen exactly? cersei stabs him at the same time? (silly to me. also not the point of valonqar imo from cersei’s angle esp) a rock falls on him after? he gets dragon fire nuked right after? he gets a heart attack at the same time? he kills himself? (alright this one is funny)

5. it could cut things short and make a lot of things/interactions i wanna see happen and imo been set up to happen not possible

[noodle-made-a-mistake]

A short list of things that bother me about the Magisterium canon:

Forgive me in advance for rambling, I have to get these thoughts out of my brain lmao (also it's been a couple years so correct me if I'm wrong! (I really hope I’m wrong on some of these :’) )) Spoilers ahead obviously!

● The lack of Calron :(

● Not taking the opportunity to develop Tamara's character and keeping her static until she's randomly just different. Strong female characters aren't just skilled and perfect until their one flaw (usually it's having feelings like any other human being) is revealed shockingly (that's just sloppy characterization), they should be crucial to the plot and not overlooked in favor of developing other characters (from what I remember she literally was my favorite while reading the series until she just got annoying (??) after a while, of course that could just be because the story is told through Call's perspective but still)

● The entire school system that I need more info on bc it sounds so unthought out and not like something that has existed for hundreds of years

● The forceful nature of making people serve as masters?? That makes no sense? Like, “Congratulations on not dying during your schooling or in the war(s), your prize is forced labor 👍.”

● Also THE COLLEGIUM WAS MENTIONED AND NEVER ELABORATED UPON

● TGT. Least favorite book. Get out. Tgt truthers how do you do it??

● The Maugris plot twist. It destroys the meaning behind the past four books. It's just so uncalled for and frankly just sloppy ig? I love the idea in a way, but only if it's foreshadowed from the beginning. Also I'm too attached to the complicated dynamic of Alastair raising his possible ex-bestie for it to end up like that

● The fact that the iron trio is out of school for half the series, I'd like to know what's normal, y'know??

● THE LACK OF ELABORATION ABOUT THE FIRST GEN I WANT TO KNOW MORE I HAVE TO KNOW MORE

● They did my man Constantine especially wrong, give him some ✨️character✨️ aside from E V I L and problematic (trademark) and charming (???)

● AND ALASTAIR GOD TELL ME MORE?? He's characterized as distant and obviously traumatized with his hate of his magic involved past but I just need to know what that past was like. Like who was he before his dead wife syndrome?? Idk but I'd of liked any excuse to know more about it just so I can understand him more??

● Please give me a single character trait of Declan's?? Like he was mentioned a handful of times and that's all we got. He was just some guy and I am hating it !!

● And Sarah. Like. She was a mom and liked peace as a concept but she also made a cool ass knife. That's a lot of things left up for interpretation. And I know Call wasn’t allowed to ask questions for plot reasons but god i wish he had more information about his own dead mother for Christ's sake

● Also other than a victim, who was Jericho? I need to know who this kid who drew scribbles in the margins of his very important journal while writing about how he was slowly being killed was. What was his relationship really like with his brother if he was so scared to say that he was dying or what gave him the impression that he didn't care?? It's fascinating and I need him under a microscope immediately

● Also the lack of queer representation until the last two books. AND THEN IT WASN'T EVEN ANY OF OUR MAIN CAST. Literally the saddest L ever :(

● AND AARON WAS NEVER CONFIRMED QUEER LIKE WHAT THE FUCK JUST L O O K AT HIS CHARACTER AND INFACT ALL OF OUR CORE CAST IS AT LEAST BI LIKE C O M E O N (ik they're like kids but even I knew I was not straight when I was like 11 and i lived in the most conservative non-LGBTQ-friendly town known to man)

● Low key, callmara was so bad, like I love them but not the way it happened, horrible set up. Tamara deserved so much better and to not have her entire character destroyed by becoming a love interest. I wish they thought about her as an independent character instead of the means to implement a romantic subplot in tgt, they did so good in the first books with that

● Also there's no elaboration on what chaos is. It's the mystical 5th element. Wow! Let's go girl, give us nothing! You'd think that if Makaris were so exceptionally rare and special that we'd get some explanation on how they come to be and what it is exactly that they can control but we're just left to assume it's the special "chosen one" type of thing. Idk it bothers me for some reason :/

That's just off the top of my head and it's been years since I read the series all the way through (I should do a reread soon). For the most part I adore this funky series and I hate to bash it but I felt the need to ramble about it's shortcomings because I'm not crazy, right?? It had so much potential! Anyway, I'm sort of glad for the blanks in the story despite complaining about them because it leaves room for fics and fan interpretations that I always love to see, but on the other hand, I'd like for the story to feel finished and not like a last minute science fair project.

Thanks for sticking around for my late night rambling lmao

[ashsimpsalot]

Ego & Insecurities (Kid x Rich!Reader x Sita)

Tw: self harm (not reader)

Gn reader ig!

"Where the fuck is he, Sita?" you asked her, cringing once your own voice hit your ears. You didn't mean to misdirect your anger at her. You glanced up to see her biting her nails, a habit she used to control her emotions and distract herself. You reached for her hand to plant a kiss and kept holding on as damage control.

"Sorry, sweetheart" you mumbled, eyes trailing to the clock on the wall as you sighed. Sita's fingers were playing with your own. She shook her head wordlessly. You were both tangled in each other on the couch, trying to comfort one another while being just as stressed about your shared missing lover.

When the door finally opened, a beaten-up, sweaty-looking Kid walked into the apartment without saying a single word. As nonchalant as ever, he walked past both of you to the kitchen cabinets, searching for the medical box that was stored there.

Both you and Sita jumped off the couch and were already hot on his trails. Sita's concern, which was plastered all over her face, melted into an expression that was unreadable. She was putting on her poker face. Whenever she gets too angry or sad she tends to repress her emotions.

Not you though, you tend to blow up.

"where have you been? No text, no notes?" you asked sternly. Judging by the bruises on his body, you already knew the answer.

"work," he answered quietly, not quiet as he's scared, quiet as he's distracted. Kid reached for a glass and poured water into it. Talking as his casual self, as if this doesn't matter. As if you should've expected this.

"you've been fighting again." it's not a question; it's a statement, delivered with a tone of bitterness unlike what he's used to hearing.

Kid sighed as he leaned against the counter, setting the glass of water onto the surface. It's very rare that Kid fights with either of you; usually he's the one who would apologise even when it's not his fault, all in the name of ending the argument.

You glanced towards Sita; who was staring at Kid, it's hard to read her when she's like this. All quiet and reserved.

"I told you, I need to work, I have debts with the temple," Kid explained, repeating his point as if it would magically change your mind.

"And we told you, we don't like you fighting," you tried to be patient, you did, but this man knew how to dig and tug at the deepest parts of your heart.

Kid swallowed a groan, replacing it with a shaky sigh. You didn't know what to interpret that. Anger? Annoyance?

Whichever it was, it was enough to push Sita over the edge. Without a word, she left the kitchen and walked with purpose straight towards the couch. Her hands reached for the blanket and started folding it neatly. Then she turned to stack up the loose novels that were all over the table.

You looked at Kid, who was staring at your girl. When he looked at you, your glance turned harsher.

Look at what you've done," you muttered under your breath, knowing Sita well enough to understand that this was her way of swallowing her emotions even further.

You walked towards Sita, gently grasped her wrist, and pulled her close. "How about you go to bed, sweetheart? I'll talk to him," you tried coaxing her. Even planting little kisses on her jaw as you whispered those words carefully.

Kid and you both knew how much Sita hated arguments, whether they involved shouting or silence. Growing up in a whorehouse meant that an argument would always go badly for her.

Even though she had been out of that God forsaken hotel for about a year, she still had the instinct to run away from an argument as fast and as far as possible.

She stared at you for a while, then turned to Kid, who was still leaning against the counter but was visible from where the both of you were standing. His expression was still nonchalant, as if he had no remorse for what he'd done.

"I love you, Kid, but this is too much. You need to figure your shit out. I don't want to wake up one day and discover that you died in the fucking ring by yourself. We might not even find out days after because I know damn well you didn't tell anyone about your life with us," her voice steady. Her face still hold the same expression.

"I have debts, I need to pay them," he repeated his argument. You shake your head and sat down. If Sita had spoken, it meant that it's up to that point that the issue can't be ignored anymore.

It's true, he has been sneaking out of the apartment to go to the temple much more lately and it scares both of you to death each time.

"I told you, I can pay them for you," you sighed, reaching for the humidor that was kept inside the drawer of the cabinet. You were more than ready to light up a cigar.

You cringe at how much you looked like your father in that moment, a robe, a cigar and angry lovers.

No, they're angry for the right reasons... You hope.

"that's stupid. I don't want to be a burden!" Kid groan, his thick brows; the ones that you love to plant kisses on so much, furrowed even deeper.

"love, I've said it before and I'll say it again, your debt won't even put a dent on my money," you massaged your own head, opening your eyes to take a quick glance at Sita. Ready to read both of your lovers, to prevent things from excalating on the wrong directions.

So far she's standing straight with her hands on her hips, eyebrows just as furrowed.

You've decided to calm down, that's the point of the cigar. This argument is so long overdue that all of you act out of character; Sita being the person confronting, Kid groaning and yelling and you, shockingly, the one who has to be calm.

"are you calling me a burden then?" Sita asked, voice not above a whisper. You glanced at her again, she's not standing as straight as usual. She's Sita, your Sita, she moves the room along with her as she walks and to see her cower is.. New

"what? I never said that, what are you on about?" Kid asked, anger was still lingering in his voice but it was mixed with a tinge of defensiveness and guilt.

"you think not working makes you a burden. So, you think I'm a burden," she simply stated.

Kid furrowed his eyebrows. Finally pushing himself off of the counter to walk closer to Sita, shaking his head. "I never said that," he repeated, towering over Sita. It's almost as if he made himself bigger. You hated the thought that flashed through your head.

No, this is Kid, of course he's not trying to intemidate her.

It doesn't help that Sita tried to back away.

"I don't work. I know how you look at me. You think I'm a burden for wasting money, " Sita said, eyes staring into his own. She's not backing down. You had never seen either of your lover fight this way. They're really scarred people, they hate to scar each other up even more.

Kid tilted his head to the side, pointing at he bags under the stairs that haven't been sorted out yet. "look at how much designer bags you brought home yesterday from your 'weekly shopping trips'," Kid said with a mocking tone in his voice.

You cleared your throat, trying to break the tension off.

"I love bringing you on those trips, sweetheart," you said, cigar still between your lips. Truth is, you do. You love spoiling your princess rotten. She deserves it. Especially when words got out that she worked as a high paying escort a few months ago, it really brought her down. She struggled with the thought of 'tarnishing your reputation' but truth to be told, you couldn't give two fucks. You love who you love and everyone else do not matter.

You saw Sita turned her head and gave you a small smile.

"I know, baby, but this isn't about you," she turned her head back to Kid. Face shifted in a second.

"This is about you. You think spending money on yourself isn't necessary," she accused.

"It is unnecessary, you don't need new dresses every week. It's just plain stupid, it's a waste of money," Kid finally answered after a long pause. You sucked in a breath.

"it's like you're falling back into your old habit," he mumbled, eyes regretting what he said once he said it.

"Fucking hell," you muttered, not believing how stupid your boyfriend could be.

Sita let out a tiny laugh and shakes her head. "Habit? What habit? Huh?" Sita pressed, getting a little bit aggressive with her hands shoving 9n his hard chest.

Kid held his tongue, staring down at her in absolute silence. Yelling her to stop. "No! Say it, what habit?!" she yelled.

Sita don't yell.

You stood up fast, hoping that you could reach her faster than Kid would lose his temper.

"Sweetheart-"

"doing whatever you need to do to get whatever you want," Kid scoffed. Sita looked at him, hurt.

"Fuck you, at least I left that life behind. I'm here now, not throwing my life into danger because I don't know how to move on from my past!" Sita shouted at him, anger and hurt mixed in her tone.

You're not sure what's happening, what switched, but both of them are throwing words just to hurt each other.

"Hey, guys, come on, we don't do that." you tried to intervened but they completely ignored you.

"Did you? Did you leave that life behind? Cause it looks to me like you picked your favourite one and just stick with it," Kid snickered. You stared at him, as shocked as Sita was.

"is that what you think of me still? Just an escort? Yea, I must be using them for money right? That's what everyone says! The whore can't love!" her tears run down her face freely, shouting out echoes of headlines she obsessively read just a few months ago.

She sobbed before she turned without another word to walk up the stairs. Heading to the main bedroom, no doubt.

You winced as you heard the door upstairs slammed shut. Sighing as you looked at Kid. He's just standing in the middle of the living room with his head hung.

"What the fuck was that?" you asked, still not able to wrap your head around the idea that those foul words came out of the gentle, sweet and loving man you both knew and loved... Love

Kid sighed and threw himself onto the couch. Not answering you, just covered his face with his fists.

"we're just worried about you," you're fuming but you knew something was wrong for him to act this way. He wouldn't even raise his voice at Sita or you in a joking manner.

This?

Something is off. Way way off.

Kid didn't answer, just curled up smaller on the couch and covered his face with his fists.

You sighed and walked upstairs.

Past few days had been dreadful. Kid refused to leave the guest room. He's been on the bed most days, staring at the wall. Once in a while you could hear his cries from outside of the room. Bits of 'ama' here and there.

You just didn't know what to do exactly other than bringing him trays of food, occasionally tried to make him speak. You didn't want to force it out of him if he wasn't ready.

Sita was worried yet she refused to speak a word to him.

That's how you end up sitting on the couch, the only light source was coming form the TV. Sita had her head pressed against your chest, you fiddled with her hair as you watched the TV, not really, your head just worked through all possible ways that you could fix whatever was happening.

As you plant small kisses on her head, your eyes about to fall shut when the light of the TV felt a little too dim.

You opened your eyes. It's a very messy looking Kid. He had socks on with a pair of short but no shirt. His curly hair was a mess, he had bags under his eyes, eyes that looked red.

"come here, love," you offered your other hand, speaking softly not to wake your girl up.

He was fidgeting with his fingers and shook his head. Eyes shifting from you to Sita then fell onto the floor.

"I fucked up," his voice shaky. Lips trembling. He reminded you of a scared child and a pang hit your heart. Fuck, you're in love with such complicated people.

"come here, lovey, I haven't hold you in so long," you tried again, putting up a smile, trying your best to coax him in.

Kid shook his head again. "... She hates me," he breathed out. "no, she doesn't." you replied, circling your finger on Sita's shoudler as she shifted alittle, still asleep.

Kid walked closer hesitantly. Eyes now fall onto the peaceful face of your girl.

"she should," he cried out softly, letting you hold onto his wrist. "I made her cry... I fucked up," he repeated. You hated how hoarse his voice sounded.

"come," you said again, pulling his wrist slightly. He didn't fight you this time. Settled into you right side, copying Sita's sleeping position.

You sighed, finally holding both of your lovers on both sides after almost a week.

Kid was silently sobbing into your chest, you just opted on drawing circles on his bare back.

You felt Sita stired awake, she sat up, registering the sobbing man on your chest. Kid tensed for a second. Not sure of what to say. He was silent and so was she.

A few seconds passed before she moved to plant a kiss on your lips and hesitantly one on his head and left.

You sighed and gently caressed his shoulder. Kid had quiet down, only staring up the wall.

"time to tell me what's going on." you tried. You've waited for too long, you need to pry him open now.

He lets out a shaky breath before muttering a small. "ama."

You waited for him to continue.

"Ama's...death anniversary.. I..." he took time to arrange his words. You kissed his forehead sweetly, wanting to comfort him but not interrupt him.

"I.. Cope badly. I hurt.. Myself," Kid breathed out. Your hand that was on his arm slide down to his wrist. "... Like this?" you asked, tracing then kissing his scars like always. You knew he used to do that but didn't ask him why. If he didn't want to talk about it, why ask?

He nodded. "when I moved... I started.. Going to the ring."

You put the pieces together. Fuck, why didn't you see what he was doing?

He's hurting himself. Just in a different way.

He's going in that ring to get beaten up on purpose. He poke fights and threw words on purpose.

"love.. That's.." you start but not sure what to add.

"I didn't mean to hurt her. At the time.. I just.. I hated myself and... I needed everyone to hate me too. It's easier... To keep hurting when you think no one cares," he sighed, closing his eyes and thought how stupid he was.

"aw, love," you sighed into his hair as you kissed his head. "you two need serious therapy," you tried to joke but Kid just nodded and settled into your chest even more. He's tired, you're tired, and so was Sita.

"you need to make it up to her. I hate to say this but you hurt her bad, love," you mumbled into his hair and he nodded. "I heard her cry... Is she... Scared of me?" he asked, sitting up straight to look at you.

Sita had a history of being extra jumpy whenever you and Kid fight. You shout, a lot, and Sita hates it.

"no, not of you, never." you assured him.

The next morning, you woke up to an empty bed. You stretched your back and made your way to the kitchen, stopping at the entrance when you heard soft murmurs. Kid was kneeling in front of Sita, who was sitting on the kitchen's chair. He's holding her hand and talking to her.

"I love you, I was being stupid, I.. I get it if you want to stop seeing me. I deserve it but believe me when I say that you're not a whore. You're not used, you're not. You're the woman we love and I'm.. I'm stupid," he breathed as he kissed onto her palms.

Sita tried to keep her face straight but she sobbed, shaking her head. "no.. No you were right. I use up all their money.. And do nothing around the house. I'm..still just a stupid escort,"

A flash of guilt and hurt flashed on Kid's eyes, fuck, if he didn't hate himself before, he sure does now. He thought of how long it took to scoop that idea out of her head. Sita refused to even let you buy her gifts for months, not posting anything about either of you on her socials. She sat in the room, obsessively read all the articles harsh words on her. Comments on videos of three of you, just people telling her that no matter how long it's been, she'll always be nothing but a prostitute.

Kid never hated himself more. After months of reassuring that she's more, he used her past as a weapon and reminded her that's she's less.

His lips trembled, shaking his head, one hand reached to cup her cheek. "no, pyaar, you're nothing like that, believe me, please. We love you, I love you," he panicked, voice filled with desperation.

"I love you," he repeated. You walked into the kitchen, placing a hand on her shoulder. "we love you," you said again, amplifying what Kid said.

Kid placed kisses on hervpalm, his knees are starting to hurt but he didn't care. He needs to erase what he's done.

Sita just cried silently. You rubs circles on her shoulder before pulling a chair to sit next to her. Kid turned to look at you. Stilling kneeling in front of the both of you.

He reached igt for your hand, softly caressing your fingers. "I'm sorry, jaan.. I didn't mean to.. I'm stupid," he said. Obviously dissapointed in himself.

"...can we not fight anymore? I'm tired.." Sita asked, you nodded and took her hand, kissing her palm softly.

"we'll get through this, okay? Let me fix this," you said, holding both of their hands.

That evening you signed the three of you for couples therapy, and the both of them for personal therapy.

It takes a lot of work to make things work. That's what you keep repeating to yourself. Seeing how tight Kid held you and Sita that night, you knew it was worth it.

[scaranation]

hi is it alright if i request modern au kaeya inviting a very introverted and awkward reader to a party he's hosting bc he really likes her and she has her first kiss with him there. thank you <333

yeah it’s been about two months since I got this request… IM GOING TO STOP SLACKING OFF I SWEAR BUT THIS WAS SO GOOD 😭😭

As an introvert myself I feel like writing this was low key projecting but Kaeya’s such a comfort character oml <33

༊*·˚ 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓

Pairing: Kaeya x Reader

Content: Fluff, shy reader, mentions of alcohol, pining (modern au)

a/n - just realised the last line seems mildly suggestive, it rlly isn’t supposed to be but just interpret it how u want ig 😀😀

You and Kaeya were two very different people. Whilst he was always the centre of attention, the epicentre of every crowd of people, and the object of countless people's affections, you were the one who's name was easily forgotten. He was outgoing, and you went out of your way to avoid interaction. Not because you hated it, but because you were afraid of messing up. That student that greeted everyone good morning when entering the lecture hall? You'd take the other route to prevent embarrassing yourself with a response that was too short, or delivered in the wrong way. You were the type to curb your steps to avoid bumping into someone you knew but weren't comfortable enough to awkwardly walk next to, whilst Kaeya would speed up at the possibility of a conversation.

All in all, it almost seemed as if you two lived in different worlds. He was socially adept, easily making small talk. His laugh could be heard from the other end of the auditorium, the ring of people surrounding him laughing too in agreement with whatever he'd said. Every word that left his lips was so seamless, so natural. Even the letters K.A always made all students at Daena University think of the same person, every eyepatch conjured up the blue-haired man's unmistakable image. He was, quite literally, the pinnacle of popularity - an icon at your university. You'd met him in middle school at a holiday program, and had been comfortable talking to him for those weeks. His outgoing nature had shocked you when you met him in university. Assuming that he wouldn't want to socialise with someone as unknown and irrelevant as you, you only avoided him. Unlike magnets, human opposites do not attract.

On the other hand, Kaeya desperately sought after you. Due to you adamantly pretending not to know him, he almost thought you'd forgotten him - but the glance you'd send his way every once in a while suggested otherwise. He was a little hurt at the drastic measures you took to avoid him, and tried to take any opportunity he could to catch up with you. Your avoiding skills, however, surpassed his socialising skills. Especially with the throng of people he seemed to have permanently attached to him, it was difficult for him to talk to you.

News about Kaeya’s party spread fast.

It seemed that everywhere you turned, there were people talking about it - snatches of conversation in the hallways, excited whispers snaking through courtyards. The only thing was, the party was highly exclusive. Only the social elites were invited, and the rest tousled amongst themselves for an invite.

You trudged wearily down the corridor, tired. Nobody would stop talking about the party. It was as if the very air of the campus was electrified in anticipation for the coming Friday night. The most popular guy hosting a massive, exclusive get-together at his presumably massive house? The event was on everyone’s mind, whether they liked it or not.

“Hey,” you felt a light tap on your shoulder as you strode hurriedly to your next class. It was Kaeya, the very man everyone was speaking of.

“Hi, I’ve uh, got to go to my lecture. We can talk later,” you smiled awkwardly, eyes darting around to look for an exit.

“Wait! I’m hosting a party this Friday, and I was wondering if you could come…” Kaeya handed you an envelope, almost sheepish.

“… What?” You looked at the invite, confused. In your very hands was the thing everyone had been dying to get their hands on, the object of attention for the past week.

“You don’t have to come if you don’t want to, I just thought it would be nice if you could. Maybe we could catch up?” Kaeya winked.

“Oh,” you pressed your lips into a line.

“I don’t want to force you or anything, don’t feel like it’s compulsory. It’ll just be some fun, yeah?” Kaeya added quickly. His smooth smile did little to quell his heart. Sure, he could arbitrarily hand out dozens of invitations to random people, but this was the one he cared about.

“Yeah, I’ll come,” you did your best to smile genuinely. Kaeya’s face lit up as he grinned in response. He opened his mouth to say something else, but you quickly ducked away before he could. You didn’t hate him, but you didn’t want to prolong that awkward conversation, either.

“Why are you in such a good mood?” Diluc muttered, watching with mild irritation as his half brother dashed into the house with an almost giddy delight.

“Ah, something pleasant happened today,” Kaeya responded. He relaxed onto the plush couch, smiling softly at the memory.

“Did they accept your invitation? Get over yourself, Kaeya. You look like a fool.”

“A fool in love,” Kaeya mused.

“Hopefully they don’t fall in love with you too, then we’d have two fools.”

“Are you trying to sabotage me?”

“Of course not, I’m fully supportive of the two of you getting together. Perhaps then you can cease your mindless whining about how they always ignore you.”

“Oh, but they didn’t ignore me today. Maybe they do feel something for me after all.”

“Responding to a conversation is hardly attraction, Kaeya.”

Kaeya only scowled, before smiling with delight again at remembering his interaction with you.

That fateful Friday night finally arrived, enshrined in mystery and radiating an air of social excitement. You were busy trying on different clothes, tugging at the sleeves and waistbands in the mirror of your dorm. Would the others at the party judge you? You'd never felt the need to buy particularly fancy clothing, but you were quickly beginning to regret that choice. You winced just imagining the countless eyes that would be trained on you when you entered - questioning gazes raking over your body. Why were you there, of all people? Why did you dress like that? Why weren't you talking to anyone? Why were you so-

You squeezed your eyes shut for a moment, breathing deeply. You insisted to yourself it was all in your head, as you finally made up your mind on what to wear. You almost panicked again, however, upon seeing the time. You were late - but you hadn't even begun to tidy yourself up, apart from choosing an outfit. You told yourself that nobody would notice if you were slightly slow in arriving, and swiftly continued your slow preparation.

Meanwhile, one person did notice your absence. Kaeya searched the foyer of his sprawling estate, sending rushed smiles to the guests on the way. You were nowhere to be seen, and the party was well underway. Did you change your mind about coming...? His hand clenched a little tighter as he went from room to room, almost beginning to curse how large his house was. Whenever he asked someone if they'd seen you, they'd shoot him a confused look before asking who you even were. Kaeya only sighed, resorting to tepidly relaxing into the exuberant atmosphere. It wouldn't do him much good to care too much, and hence, he did his best to let things unfold naturally. After all, he prided himself on being a spectator, not an instigator.

Despite his nonchalance, Kaeya couldn’t suppress the relieved sigh that left his lips at the sight of you in the doorway - fidgeting nervously. It was adorable to him, the way you’d tried to dress up extra nicely. If only you knew how perfect you looked in his eyes, even when you rushed into lectures with unbrushed hair and clothes that barely qualified as not being pyjamas.

“I’m so glad you could make it!” Kaeya laughed over the loud thrum of the music indoors, gently holding your wrist to guide you in.

“Uh, yeah,” you mumbled. What else could you even say? He’d just stated that you’d turned up, so there wasn’t much to elaborate on. Archons, he probably thought you were so awkward-

“Want a drink? Don’t worry, we have non alcoholic ones too,” Kaeya smiled. He shooed away the people that attempted to approach him, his gaze settling firmly on you. You squirmed under the attention, only managing to nod.

Kaeya watched your expression coolly as you took a tentative sip of the glass he handed you, noticing your nerves. He saw the way your eyes darted around the room, the way your breathing quickened when someone approached the two of you. He should’ve known you’d be uncomfortable - how stupid was he to force you into something you obviously were nervous about?

“Would you like to go somewhere a little quieter? It certainly is a little loud,” Kaeya leaned forward to pull you closer to him. You nodded shyly in response, letting him guide you through the thick knots of people - trying your best not to notice his hand resting on your shoulder. Countless faces swept across your vision as people blurred past, and you faintly registered the friendly remarks Kaeya would utter to everyone else.

Finally, the two of you arrived in a secluded balcony - the cold air a pleasant contrast to the heated enclosed space. You realised your cheeks were burning as Kaeya touched them with a cool hand, looking at you in concern.

“Are you alright? I’m really sorry for forcing you into this kind of thing,” Kaeya murmured.

“No, no! It’s fine, it was just a little warm in there. I’m not used to large social gatherings. Well, that was probably obvious, I mean… You know what kind of person I am - wait, you probably don’t, because I’m barely relevant, and…”

“Shh, you’re the most important person to me. Don’t worry about useless things.” Kaeya pressed a finger over your mouth to silence your awkward blurting. Your cheeks burned again, except this time it wasn’t from the heat. How many other people had he done this to? He was notorious for his naturally flirtatious personality. You struggled to convince yourself not to read into it.

“Okay,” you nodded, grimacing at your lack of a creative response. You weren’t too sure of how to continue the conversation from there, so you simply turned to look at the view.

“Hm, distracted already? Why won’t you ever look at me?” Kaeya mused. This time, it was even harder not to blush furiously.

“The view is nice,” you stated bluntly. You heard Kaeya’s signature laugh behind you, and you felt your heart drop, thinking he was deriding you.

“I mean, it just looks nice, I’m sorry-”

“Quit apologising, sweetheart.”

Your breathing faltered as you realised Kaeya’s face was much closer than you expected. You could see each vibrant filament speckling his navy blue eyes, watch the light quiver of his lips. No, not watch - feel. You could feel the quiver of his lips, because they were on yours, and oh-

Oh.

In your defence, you’d never been taught how to french kiss before, nor had you any experience, so you were justified when you violently pushed Kaeya away in embarrassment.

“I… don’t know how to kiss,” you muttered, staring at the floor. You winced stay your own awkwardness. What a way to kill the mood.

“It’s fine, we can do it slow. Just focus on one lip, okay? And don’t stress out over it. I’ve been with plenty of words kissers,” Kaeya smoothly dismissed the interruption to draw you back in. This time, he let you make the move as you hesitantly pressed your lips against his.

You were clumsy, and nervous with your first kiss - but it was sweet. You never thought someone else’s lips could taste like this. Perhaps this was the feeling all those romance novels described, that peculiar fluttering of the ribcage. That lingering taste on the tongue, that candid beat of silence after pulling away.

“Not bad for a first kiss,” Kaeya remarked.

“Thanks?” You smiled awkwardly in response as he laughed and pinched your cheek fondly. The dull pain barley processed under all the adrenaline running in your veins, quashed under the almost vehement beating of your heart. This was quite a lot of shock for one day.

“Oh, and did I mention? I like you, so let’s do that again sometime,” Kaeya added - almost an afterthought. His face broke into a carefree grin as you stuttered over your next words, your heartbeat growing impossibly faster.

“I- me too. As in, I like you too, not I like myself, obviously-”

“Shh.”

Kaeya cut you off with another kiss, lightly laughing into it as you remembered to close your eyes.

The talk of the university after the party was where on earth the host had been the entire night.

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[toffeebrews]

Because i want to eat my cake and have it too I've been trying to figure out how the star sanses could work given dream and ink wouldn't be friends.

( dream from @/jokublog ink from @/comyet and swap by the community )

DISCLAIMER: of course this rant isn't canon and only contains views made up of my own interpretations! i have my own biases and may get things wrong!! i don't mind corrections, as long as its respectful.

Ink doesn't work with dream and blue all the time. Just when they need an extra pair of hands, theres emergency, or somehow ink hears of what they're doing and gets interested. If he find it worth it (maybe cause hes bored maybe some other reason) I can imagine ink just inviting himself to the party.

kinda like this ask ig:

ink doesn't have much concern for justice and dream is aware of that now. And may be more cautious about how much info to give him or what ink comes along with. er if that makes sense?

perhaps dream and ink are more like co-workers. they can joke around and work together but not very close anymore. i think it would pretty awkward between them if the two of them were left alone. not that they couldn't carry a conversation, just there's some.... palpable divide between them ig. not bitter, just awkward!

(additional yapping under the cut)

I don't know much about swap's characterization (there's not much left of the original blog so 😔) but i think he'd be sorta in the middle. his morality aligns more with dream but maybe he would still want to remain friends with ink. Hes the main one probably keeping the two updated on each other as he may talk with one or the other and mention them in their conversation. something like that ( I tried considering papyrus in this moment and thinking of the neutral endings. not sure if they're exactly comparable but meh ).

they still care for eachother and don't wish harm upon each other or anything lol.

so even if they aren't very close they still very much respect eachother!! and if in crisis blue/dream knows who to call :) or summon ig...

idk im kinda talking outta no where, these are just late night thoughts lol!!

[1moremilgram-enjoyer]

Since I'm a very "the curtains are blue for a reason" kinda person, I want to talk about potential symbolism in the couches of Ai Nan Desu Yo and I Love You! Does that sound weird? Maybe it is, but I think it's kinda fun!

CW Suicide, unhealthy relationships

What first caught my eye is that the couch is (mostly) symmetrical, split right down the middle. Well, the pillows are symmetrical, not the... blanket? Yeah, blanket. Because it's symmetrical, it could be seen as a representation of Mahiru's relationship, with each side representing one of the lovers. Notice how it's yellow-orange, which can represent happiness and warmth, which fits.

[Ai Nan Desu Yo] Do you really think you know what love is? If you do, then let's just overheat together

What I then noticed is that the blanket thing is mostly on the left side (I'm using camera view for this post), which could be interpreted as meaning the partner on the left puts more effort into the relationship, 'gives more warmth'. Meaning the partner on the left would be Mahiru, who is implied to be showing way more affection than the boyfriend to the point of being overwhelming. For example, just looking at the size of the pieces of cake they give each other in I Love You.

(Mahiru left, boyfriend right)

And this idea of 'Mahiru to the left, boyfriend to the right' is corroborated because that's how they're shown sitting in I Love You.

... Well, the couch is slightly different. It's more detailed, possibly because I Love You gives a more realistic look at the complexities of their relationship (?), but it does seem like it's a reference, especially since the green pillows are still there.

Although the green pillows are tattered when we see them in the Purple Background Dimension (<- why is this series so hard to talk about). Could this imply they're actually a representation of the lovers? It feels like this makes sense. Pillows are often filled with feathers, which are an important aspect of these two's symbolism (they're both in the bird cage -> they're both birbs). And it also fits with the "calling" scene, sort of.

[Ai Nan Desu Yo] Ring ring, I'm calling you in the middle of the night Forcing you to wake up, and I say "Good Morning!" But I fall asleep before you, I really feel bad you know? We can both feel lonely sometimes, but wonder if you'll get angry soon I'm going to start relying on you if you're kind to me, so please forgive me, thanks!

We see her call her boyfriend while somewhat-tightly hugging the pillow which apparently represents him, and the lyrics imply she's calling at an inconvenient time. Mahiru has a lot of imagery of smothering and suffocating, as her love is too overwhelming for her boyfriend, which vaguely fits the first two images. In this case, she wants to talk to him at all times, which he likely doesn't appreciate, he gets angry with her being overbearing, they do what seems to be one of the "breakup rituals" mentioned in a later line. Still, she longingly holds onto the pillow, before breaking down when it's no longer in her hands. They always come back to each other, because they've probably become dangerously codependent (I think? <- My aromantic ass does not understand romantic relationships)

Does that sorta work? Maybe.

Then there's the scene where Mahiru jumps into the right side of the couch, possibly a representation of invading boundaries (again, overwhelming affection), and sends a bunch of feathers flying. The feathers are in the middle, because again, both the lovers are birds. And this makes sense, since Mahiru's love in a way was also hurting her by making her love someone who could not meet her emotional needs.

[I Love You] My love, it scored an own goal, destroyed my love and me with its weight

(Also, I swear I remember Mahiru hugging a pillow here, but no, she grabs air. Mandela effect, ig)

The final thing to note is that Mahiru is sleeping on the right side of the couch before her boyfriend's suicide in Ai Nan Desu Yo, but she goes to sleep on the left after the suicide in I Love You.

The former again possibly implying Mahiru's unwillingness to separate from her boyfriend, and her tendency to invade his boundaries, is part of what caused him to commit suicide. Meanwhile, the latter makes sense, as Mahiru is alone and thus has to stick to her side of the couch.

(I'm frankly not sure how this would work with the shinju theory, but to be fair Ai Nan Desu Yo's ending as a whole doesn't work perfectly with that theory anyways)

Uh... so it sorta works? If that's the case, we can look at the stuff around the couch to establish some further potential symbolism.

For one, the diamond pattern in the carpet. Diamonds in general represent love and all the aspects of healthy relationships, which doesn't seem like it should make sense until you realize most of Ai Nan shows an idealized version of the relationship, and the carpet isn't present in the more realistic I Love You. Though I have to disclaim I'm talking about diamond the gemstone, because the shape itself (lozenge) represents "a sown field and female fertility" which I don't think is exactly applicable. Mahiru and her boyfriend aren't farmers.

(As far as we know)

The phone could have really been on either side since it just represents communication, so it's probably on the right for the sake of the "calling" scene.

The potted plant on the left is something which needs taking care of to survive, which may represents Mahiru's unfulfilled desire for attention and matching love from her partner.

[Ai Nan Desu Yo] This is a claim of responsibility From the two of us with matching love

The lamp is odd because I can't tell where it's meant to be pointing, but thankfully it makes sense with all three possibilities. Since it's on the right, it may represent how much attention Mahiru is giving her boyfriend. But it seems pointed to the left, so it could represent Mahiru's desire for her boyfriend to pay attention to her. Or maybe it's pointing at the middle, because the video is focusing on the relationship. The beauty of symbolism is that, if something looks a bit odd, you can just make shit up as long as it doesn't contradict any of your other claims!

Anyways, am I onto something or am I going completely insane? Good question! But I wanted to share this so. Take care!

[frenziedslashers]

The Supply Closet:

Warnings: Porn without plot, Rick is a slut, biting, PinV sex, transmasc reader because I say so, but it could be interpreted as just a Fem reader ig, lmk if I need to add anything more! This got a little carried away, it gets sorta sappy at the end.

Pairings: Rick x FTM!Reader

People who wanted tagged: @flufpufpuf @lanamiller @immortal-velociraptor @quicksilversg1rl

A/N: I tried to reread and proofread so I apologize for spelling mistakes! Also, apologies if this is messy, I originally wrote it at 3am and just went through and tried to make sentences flow more. I feel like my writing has been slackin' lately.

Prompt I found and CANNOT stop thinking about: “care to explain what exactly I did that caused you, after ignoring my advances for over two months, to have sex with me in a random supply closet?”

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Rick had been fighting with himself since the moment he saw you, but the weeks here at the prison only felt so much worse. You helped him any chance you could. Supply runs, guard watch, watching Judith and Carl, with the garden, he couldn't stand how much he liked you. The thought of maybe even loving you. It scared him, yet excited him all at once. It had been so long since he had someone to actually call his own.

Sure, he did have Lori, but that died the moment Shane manipulated her and pulled her from his grasp. She was a victim of his best friend's manipulation, and he knew that. Yet, he still couldn't love her after he realized she didn't love him the same. Their love died the moment the apocalypse started. The moment Shane convinced her that he was dead.

Now, all he could think about was you. How beautiful and contagious your smile was. The way you carried yourself through the crowd of people that inhabited the prison. The way you softly moaned when you stretched your arms above your head. He wanted you so bad, it hurt.

"Rick, mind helping me with something? I was gonna go on a supply run with Beth and Zach, but they've gotta stay back and help Maggie and Glenn with something," you spoke, and he couldn't feel more excited over the offer. Smiling softly towards you while nodding. "Yeah, 'course, just in town?" You nodded, "Yeah, gonna look for some more food and medicine. Maybe we can find you some candy," you winked, and he felt his stomach churn. Fighting to keep his feet still and not step closer to you. "Sounds like a plan, let me go tell Carl where I'm goin' and I'll meet you at the car." You nodded, heading for the vehicle and he parted the other way.

You drove yourself and Rick into the nearest town. Rick's eyes every so often glance over to look over your body. The way you sit slack in the driver's seat, one hand on the wheel, the other sitting on the center console. "You ever driven stick?" he asked, and you raised a brow, glancing at him through your peripherals. Noticing his eyes were on your hand that rested between the both of you.

You smiled softly as you averted your eyes back to the road. "No, never, why?" He shrugged, "Well, most people I knew that drove with just their left hand drove manual. That's why I drive that way," he spoke, trying to keep up a conversation. You chuckled lightly at the comment. "Yeah? I always wanted to learn. Never got the chance to. Even if this apocalypse didn't go down, I still probably would have never learned. Never had the time." He nodded, "I could teach ya, if we ever find a manual." You smiled at his offer, turning to pull up to a building since you had both reached your destination. "I'd love that, Rick," his smile only seemed to grow at that. Watching as you shut off the car and pocketed the keys. The both of you grabbed your weapons before climbing out of the car.

Rick stayed close to your side. Each of you walking in silence for a moment before reaching the back shelves. Scanning over the medical supplies that were left behind. His eyes drifted to your hands when he noticed you reached for a box of condoms to throw into the basket in his hand. Staring down at them with curious eyes. "You seein' someone?" He asked, and he hated that he asked. That shouldn't be any of his business, but he wanted to know.

When he noticed how shocked you looked by his words he nearly regretted asking. "What?" He was preparing for you to yell at him, but he was met with a laugh. "Me? Seeing someone? Rick, you're funny," you chuckled, going back to grabbing bandages and anti-inflammatories. "Maggie asked me to grab some for her and Glenn. Smart on her behalf, I'd hate being pregnant in this day and age." You chuckled, and Rick nodded. "Thought maybe you took a likin' to one of the newcomers," he chuckled, and you sighed. Dropping a handful of supplies into the basket before stepping around the corner to some other shelves. Just gazing over the items for anything good. "Nah, not me. Got my eye on somebody else, anyways," you muttered, briefly looking up to meet his gaze through the shelf with a soft smile, and he just stared.

Rick had no idea how to take what you were saying. He couldn't tell if you were implying that he knew who you were talking about. Or if he was who you were talking about. His heart raced in his chest and his body went numb. "Maybe I could meet this... Person. Make sure they're good enough for ya." You smiled more at his words before continuing your walk down the aisle. "Maybe," you hummed, picking up your pace when you saw some boxes in the corner of the room. Dropping to your knees in order to cut them open with your knife. You could tell they were for restocking and were hopeful it was something useful.

The gasp you let out had Rick racing around the corner. Eyes wide, worried that maybe you saw something that scared you. "Holy shit! Carl is gonna piss himself, look at this!" You shouted, waving him over, and Rick smiled. He loved how much you thought about his kids. Taking a few steps forward in order to meet you on the ground, peering into the box.

He saw a mix of books and comics in one box, and an array of junk food in the next box. "We gotta take these with us, he and I could read some of these books to Judith. Or Beth, I'm sure she'd love to," you added, and Rick nodded, but he didn't say anything. He was too in awe at the thought of you looking over his kids the way you did.

He wasn't even paying attention to you. When you stood his eyes were staring through you, zoned out in thought. You went to say something but lost balance of your footing, falling forward with a sharp inhale. One of your hands reached out to brace yourself on his thigh. The touch definitely worked at ripping him from his thoughts.

He was quick to look down at you. Your eyes shot up to his with a look that screamed 'sorry.' His hands braced himself with the wall beside him to keep the both of you from colliding with the floor. His eyes admired the way you looked knelt before him, your hand squeezing at his thigh, he couldn't take it anymore. He finally, after months of thinking about it, let his mind act out the way that he wanted it to.

You had apologized before, but it was ignored. The Sheriff already pulling you off the floor by your wrists. His expression was nearly blank, unable for you to read. You had no idea what to expect, bracing yourself for the worst. "Rick, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to," "Shut up," he muttered before smashing his lips against your own.

You had no idea how you were supposed to act, or what you should even do at that moment. Your hands braced themselves on his chest this time, but you were quick to melt into the kiss. A kiss you had both craved for a long time.

The both of you shuffled back. Rick pushed you towards the closet near the both of you before pushing you inside it. Parting momentarily to make sure it was clear before shoving you inside. Stalking towards you with a look in his eyes that you had never seen before. His eyes danced with a mix of love and adoration.

His hand reached out to run his knuckles over the side of your face lovingly. Blue eyes dart from place to place on your face. "I don't know how I lived without you," he muttered, and you wanted to make fun of his corny line, but he didn't let you.

He was quick to pin you back against the wall inside the tightly spaced closet the moment that door was shut behind the both of you. His body flushed with your own while his lips came crashing down on yours. It was near unbearable with how hot it was. A mix of the Georgia heat and the heat that radiated off both of your bodies. Your hands were quick to work at one another's clothes. "Wanted this for so long," he muttered as his lips trailed down your jaw to your throat. "Me too," you gulped, and that only seemed to make him want you more.

Your head was spinning with how dazed you felt. You couldn't believe any of this was happening. A sharp inhale entered your lungs when he lifted one of your thighs with his hand to grind against you. The moan that left his throat was enough to have you moaning in response. "Rick, please," you muttered, and he nodded, nose tickling against the skin on your neck.

He was fast to unbuckle his belt. His shirt was already unbuttoned and open for your hands to explore - your own shirt pulled over your head and set on the shelf beside your head in case you needed to grab it real quick. Once the buttons of his pants were undone he was pulling them down to his thighs in order to reveal himself. Your own hands working at undoing your own pants, but you weren't quick enough for him. Nothing was fast enough for him. He needed to feel you now.

His hands tugged your pants down your thighs just like his own, and you were about to pull them down further, but he stopped you. Pulling them down for you and grabbing your thighs to hoist you up the moment you kicked them off. Your shoulders ground against the drywall with a hiss. "Rick," you spoke with a groan, but he knew what he was doing. Tossing your ankles over his shoulders with strong hands so he could position himself, blue eyes darting up to meet your own.

Even in the dark you could see the question and worry behind his eye. "Ya sure this is okay? I didn't read the room wrong, did I?" He asked, and you sighed, a little frustrated that he wasn't inside of you already. "Rick, just fuck me before I get bored," "What about the person you have eyes for?" He asked, and you felt your body heat up. "They're pinning me against a wall right now," you spoke, a soft moan leaving your lips when his thumb brushed over your clit, his other hand reaching behind him to fish the condom he snuck into his back pocket out. "Well, ain't they a lucky man," he smirked, and you rolled your eyes, but you couldn't say anything in response since his digit was still rubbing rough circles over your bud. Head falling back with soft sighs and pants. "Rick, please, stop the teasing," you muttered, and he nodded, leaning in to kiss your collarbone after he got the condom unpackaged and rolled onto his dick. "Anything for you, darlin'," he cooed. "But this teasin', it ain't nothin' compared to what I could do. Yer just lucky I want this as bad as you," he snarled in your ear, nipping at the skin beneath it.

You had half the mind to challenge his words, but you didn't. You couldn't wait any longer. Plus, no need to have people think you both died out here when Rick was just pounding you in an appliance store.

Your breathing hitched when he pressed the head of his dick inside you. Tears prick at your eyes. The one that rolled down your cheek as he pushed inside he was quick to kiss away. "Shh, I got ya," he murmured, going slow as he entered you. Rick groaned into your ear as he kissed your shoulder. "Shit, haven't done this in a bit," he chuckled, and you let out a breathy laugh yourself. Your forehead resting on his shoulder. "Don't think I've done it since before all this," You commented, and he laughed lightly. "I'll be sure t'go easy on ya," He commented, and you nodded, kissing the junction of his neck and shoulder. Leaving a small mark on the side of his throat that made him groan.

The moment that you rolled your hips he couldn't help but roll his back. The both of you let out a soft moan at the sensations that sparked through your bodies. "Holy hell," he muttered against your shoulder, and you sighed. "Move."

You didn't have to tell him twice, he was too far into the act to be asking over and over again if what he was doing was all right. He was certain that if you didn't like something, then you would tell him. His hands grab at your thighs in order to get a better angle. Hips thrusting in and out of you while huffs and puffs left his lips. His eyes half-lidded, staring back into yours while he fucked you against the wall of the closet. His knees even wobbled a little from how good you just happened to make him feel. He'd make sure if the both of you did this again - when, you both did this again - you would both be in a bed.

When you asked him to go harder, he was a little hesitant. His eyes looked you over with a questioning gaze to make sure you were serious. The moment you reached to grab the back of his head and slam his lips against yours while growling out "now." He was no longer reluctant. His hips pulled back and snapped at a force that had you sliding further up the wall. Having to cling to him in order to make sure that you wouldn't get too far away from him.

His hips kept up a fast and rough pace. Hitting a spot inside of you that had you seeing stars. Heavy breaths leave both of you at the sensation. "Shit, ya feel heavenly," he moaned, leaning down to press a bruising kiss against your lips again before moving down to suck on your collarbone and the front of your throat a bit more. "God, never thought I'd get ya like this," his accent only seemed thicker in the heat of the moment. Squeezing around him with a moan.

You tugged at his hair again, which only seemed to make his hips fuck into you at an ungodly pace. "Rick, 'm close," you slurred, and he nodded, pulling back up to meet your lips for another kiss. "Jus' let go," He murmured, his hand coming in between the both of you to rub your clit and that was it for you. Snapping the coil in your stomach as it came undone. A cry ripped from your throat that only bled into his mouth. Rick's own hips stuttered while his pace faltered as your walls clenched around him. "Holy hell, handsome, gonna, fuck," He couldn't even finish his sentence before his hips were bucking into you. Fucking you further up the wall with his final thrusts into you. Finally reaching his orgasm, riding it out within you.

His forehead was against yours for a while. Neither of you really knew how long you both were slumped against the wall coming down for your highs. Rick finally pulled himself out of you, both of you cringing at the sensation. “Care to explain what exactly I did that caused you, after ignoring my advances for over two months, to have sex with me in a random supply closet?” you questioned as he put your legs back on the ground. Helping you pull your pants back up after you nearly toppled on top of him. He furrowed his brow at your question, though. "Two months?" He was in disbelief. You hadn't been coming onto him for that long, had you?

You chuckled, fingers reaching forward to pull his boxers and jeans back up his body after he removed the condom. The action made him grunt. "Yeah, ever since I asked you to take night guard with me nearly two months ago. Maggie was right, you are oblivious, idiot." You spoke, leaning forward to press your lips against his. Both of you smiled into the kiss as he held your hips.

"Well," he murmured against your lips, pulling back to kiss your forehead. "Guess Maggies not gonna be the only one receiving condoms this supply run," He added, brushing his knuckles over your cheek. "Cause I gotta make up for those two months and more," he added with a grin, and you felt your body heat up at the comment. Smiling back at the man while wrapping your arms around his neck. "Sounds like a lucky guy," you cooed, and he chuckled, his hands resting on your ass in order to pull you closer. "No, I'm the lucky one," he hummed, leaning back down to kiss you once more.

The both of you eventually parted from one another in the supplies closet. Rick peaking out after you were both fully dressed. "It's clear," he muttered, glancing back at you with a smile that you were happy to return. "Glad to hear it," you cooed, your fingers dancing with his own as the both of you headed back for the supply. Only pulling away to grab the supplies to take back for the car. Each having to make a couple trips back for the boxes and the other supplies you each found.

It wasn't until you were in the drivers seat, and Rick was back in the passenger seat that you noticed the way he was looking at you. Rick had never imagined that he would be with someone as amazing as you. You were smart, strong, you had this power to keep moving no matter how tough times got. He admired you for more than just your looks - those were simply just a plus.

You shifted a little uncomfortable under his gaze. Pulling the keys from your pocket with a sigh. It was a surprise that they had not fallen out during the supply closet fiasco. "What?" you finally blurted, and he only smiled more, shaking his head. "I missed you before I even had you." You furrowed your brows, looking over at him as you started the engine. "What?" You asked again, backing out of the parking spot before heading back for the Prison.

He sighed through his nose, reaching out to grab your hand with a sigh. He brushed his thumb over the skin on your knuckles with a sigh. "I'm not really sure how to explain it. It's just like... Like maybe I knew you before. I knew who I wanted to be with, someone like you, so..." He reached up with his other hand to rub his chin with a small smile. "So even in this fucked up world, I was brought to you." You felt your heart swell in your chest, it nearly ached. Glancing over at Rick again with a cheeky grin. "Rick," you hummed, and he hummed back. "Had anyone ever told you that you have quite a way with words?" He chuckled, pulling your hand up to his lips to give it a kiss. "You'd be the first, darlin'," you smiled. You hoped you'd be the only one he talked to like that from now on, too.

[plutorine]

An Analysis of Raskolnikov's Natal Chart Placements (Part 1)

this is in continuation of my post re: raskolnikov's birth chart, as i did say i would make another discussing his major placements. before we begin, here are some things i wanna mention:

under the replies of that post i linked above, i used rostov/rostov-on-don as rodya's birthplace, but as user vintageshits pointed out, there is also textual evidence that suggests rodya hails from zaraysk. i tried using that too, and it more or less gives the same placements that rodya might have if his hometown was rostov.

i am not a professional astrologer, and most of what i have deduced from rodya's chart is merely an accumulation of my own observations/learnings over the past seven years of studying astrology. there will always be different interpretations for each aspect/placement; you are more than welcome to add on to the discussion if you wish to do so in the replies! :^)

also, this is a LONG read. maybe have some snacks / drinks ready XD spoilers about the book too

ARIES RISING, PLUTO in 1H

Gives off commanding, individualistic vibes; Rodya often prefers to be left alone and has grown accustomed to being alone (although I’d say that this is also due to his personality/way of living); he likes to be given his space and he is not above demanding it.

RESTING BITCH FACE!!! Every Aries rising I know has a signature RBF and they can’t hide it even if they tried. Couple this with the fact that Rodya also has Pluto in the 1st house; it’s very easy for him to come off as intimidating and sullen, and may also be critical of how he looks. remember that scene when somebody pointed out his worn out hat in chapter 1 and he started grumbling about it? yep. exactly.

BUT — never forget that what is intimidating may also be weirdly charming in the eyes of others! makes absolute sense why Dostoevsky wrote Rodya to be “exceptionally handsome… with beautiful dark eyes and dark brown (translation is debatable but i’m a dark brown-haired rodya truther) hair”; i had a classmate who was an aries rising and they had the most defined, alluring eyes ever — it was like they could see right through my physical body lol

Another applicable description that matches these placements is the passage: “...there was a sort of haughty pride and reserve about him, as though he were keeping something to himself.”

This one, I think, comes off as more of a result of having an Aries ASC square Saturn and Jupiter: “He seemed to some of his comrades to look down upon them all as children, as though he were superior in development, knowledge, and convictions, as though their interests were beneath him.”

Saturn touching the Ascendant often makes one come off as standoffish, cold, and reserved; people with this (undeveloped) aspect may seem as though they’re “above you” and act like they “know better than you” when really they just have a stick up their ass (this is a self-drag, I have Saturn in my 1st house and I used to act like this). Jupiter contacting the ASC may also have a hand in the passage above, especially the “haughty” part. Rodya acts as if he’s more “enlightened” (Jupiter) than his peers when really… he’s having delusions of grandeur due to not having eaten/drunk anything for days 💀

On a more physical perspective, these two aspects may contribute to Rodya’s “above average” height! Jupiter is the planet of expansion, and Saturn “elongates” what it touches (though, some may also say that having these touch one’s ASC may make them short/stout bc Saturn is also about limitations and Jupiter also “expands”, but ig in Rodya’s case we can interpret them in the former way.)

May be quite restless too; they often come off as agitated or always “on the move”; this was probably one of the reasons why Rodya hated his small room so much — there wasn’t enough space for him to be able to literally move around and draw out all that pent up energy inside him. This can also be explained by his chart ruler (Mars) being in Virgo, which is commonly known for its very nervous Mercurial energy.

His ASC also squares his moon, which I think also adds to the whole jitteriness he has; and his overall moody demeanor. The Capricorn moon in him wants him to suppress his emotional reactions, but his Aries rising wants it to be on display! Not anymore surprised as to why it was so easy for him to threaten Luzhin that he was going to throw him down the stairs LMAO (and more fittingly, because he didn’t want another word about his mother [the Moon, in astrology] coming out of Luzhin’s mouth). He can also be quite sensitive about the topic of his family, though may also be distant when he’s actually with them. There’s a lot of struggle with accepting his needs, as well, and this is also in connection with his Virgo Mars, again.

It makes sense too, that Rodya has a disconnect with his innermost thoughts/emotions and the things he does. Remember, when Razumikhin described him to Pulcheria and Dunya, he said that Rodya “...does not like showing his feelings and would rather do a cruel thing than open his heart freely.”

Also irritable, due to that Martian influence. My previous roommate had this placement; it was really easy to excite her / rile her up, be it for a positive or a negative reason. Acting out of instinct is also a main characteristic of Aries Risings. They always do the first thing that comes to their mind — in Rodya’s case it’s to help people (financially), which he ends up regretting afterwards because he’s already so broke XD — which may or may not always work in their favor.

Maybe it's just an observation on my part, but I find that Aries Risings always have to be the first in everything…? Or at least, they always want to do something that makes them stand out or confirms their suspicion/thoughts about an unknown thing that no one else has dared to do before. Perhaps that explains why Rodya was so hellbent on testing that theory (which he ended up not actually believing LMAO)

Another note on Rodya’s propensity to help others; his chart ruler is also in the 6th house, which is the house of service, routines and health — part of what he frequently does is quite literally go around helping people.

SCORPIO SUN in 8H

Quite possibly the most fitting adjectives in the book that can sum up Rodya are “...morose, gloomy, proud and haughty”; “suspicious and fanciful”; and “...fearfully reserved” (thank you, Razumikhin). These words capture what Plutonic energy is, in some of its rawest forms.

Being a Scorpio Sun myself (though I have mine in the 5th house), Rodya mirrors a lot of who I was when I was younger: heavily secretive, paranoid(as in, always feeling like everyone is out to get them); prideful and conceited at times. Rodya knows he’s intelligent, that’s why he can’t help but feel as though he’s the smartest in the room, but his propensity to detach and isolate himself from others renders him unable to realize how he and his ideas relate to others, and this leaves his identity and worldviews/perspectives unchecked. He’s just stuck in his own little world; inside his echo chamber where he repeats his ideologies to himself over and over again, convincing himself that he’s “enlightened” above others. All that talk about wanting to prove whether he was a trembling creature or if he “had the right” ties in with this.

The catch is, this makes him so terribly lonely. Part of what I have learned from astrology is that the house opposite where one’s Sun is the area of our life which we have to learn to “exist in”. For me, this was the 11th house. My methods of self-expression were always just limited to the purpose of “putting on a show” (5th house) for others, but as I grew older, I learned how to use my talents for more humanitarian causes (11th house). Going back to Rodya, his manner of experiencing life (Sun) is stuck behind the private screens of the 8H, which hides it away from the grounding reality of the 2H, ruled by Taurus. Another way to look at this 2H-8H juxtaposition is that Rodya's ego is on some obscure, nonphysical place (8H) instead of being grounded in real life (2H). He lives only for his mind, and forgoes his physical state. Well, we all know how he wouldn't eat for days and that his sleeping habit is shit. Dude's probably rank too. Oh Rodya.

I guess the best and most redeeming quality of Rodya being a Scorpio Sun is his capacity for rebirth and transformation. We get a glimpse of the initial stages of this while he’s serving his sentence in Siberia. His old self slowly begins a path of renewal towards his transformation into this “new self” that will have shed all what used to be who he was when he was twenty-three.

Sun Sextile Saturn: This reinforces even more that super serious and uptight nature of his (to a degree that is almost comical, like bro would it kill you if you stopped taking yourself so seriously??) Sun aspecting Saturn also denotes heavy responsibility as a young child, or having thrust into the role of a parent at an early age. We aren’t exactly given an age for Rodya when Roman Raskolnikov died, but we can assume that it happened pretty early. This heavy responsibility to fill in his father’s shoes is one of the reasons why Rodya feels so, so burdened by the fact that he’s not going anywhere with his education in St. Petersburg, knowing that Pulcheria and Dunya are also counting on him to get a job so he could support them, being the remaining man in the family; this may also be another reason why his pride couldn’t take it when he learned Dunya was getting married to a rich asshole like Luzhin, so she could contribute significantly to the family — he should be doing that, not his younger sister.

Sun Square Neptune: Did somebody say LIGHTWEIGHT? One of the possible interpretations of this placement is a heightened sensitivity to alcohol and other substances. I fucking cackled when I saw this aspect (I, unfortunately, have this as well), and it brings me back to that scene in Part 1 Chapter 5 where Rodya was absolutely zonked out because he drank a “wineglassful” of vodka 😭 On a more serious note, this placement also points to an absent father figure, or at least having experienced the loss of a father. The person’s sense of self also tends to fluctuate. Ever wondered why Rodya is so prone to switching  between his god complex and crippling depression? This is one of the reasons why.

Little astro tidbit about having 8th house placements: these natives are often the types who’ll just randomly have people involve them or tell them about the wildest shit in their lives, like unprovoked. For example, they’d be just chilling then suddenly a random ass stranger or somebody they don’t really know well starts telling them about their personal business. This was the same thing that happened to Rodya when Marmeladov suddenly approached him in the tavern and started narrating his life story to him 😭 and the entire time Rodya just,,, took it all in XD

CAPRICORN MOON in 10H

Just when we thought Rodya could not be more service-oriented (that is, when he’s not busy being an asshole), he’s also given a Capricorn moon to top it all off! Most Cap moons I know go out of their way to make sure the ones they care for are alright; they spend much time and effort on that sort of thing. Will they let you take care of them though? No LOL they’d rather be caught dead in a ditch than admit that they want to be taken care of

All that pushback Razumikhin got when he helped Rodya out makes so much more sense. Rodya could not fathom why Razumikhin would himself go out of his way to learn about his trifles despite the fact that they don’t really talk much (like,, Rodya doesn’t even say ‘hi’ to him at all out in the street) and aren’t close; although, Rodya is aware that Razumikhin is kind, and he even tells him this when he dropped by his place

When a Cap moon does care, they will put others’ needs first and foremost, esp if they can see that the person really needs help and is in a more dire situation than they are. Not above setting themselves back just so they could help.

Another one of those moon signs who come off as really serious, cold, and calculating; but they’re really softies (and drama queens) deep down, especially when they have water placements. Might also like to keep themselves busy with other things so they won’t have to experience an Emotion™️. I always like to say that Capricorns are just Scorpios in suits lol

I also noticed that with Moon in 10H, it can indicate a tendency of your parents to baby you?? idk but i definitely feel those vibes from Rodya and Pulcheria, esp when she first sees him, his room ("this isn't a room, this is a coffin"), and when he visits her for the last time. or maybe this manifests even as becoming "softer" when you're with your parents?? there's something so sadly endearing abt how Rodya talks in this scene:

"Here you are!" she began, faltering with joy. "Don't be angry with me, Rodya, for welcoming you so foolishly with tears. [...] Sit down dear boy, you must be tired; I see you are. Ah, how muddy you are." "I was in the rain yesterday, mother..." Raskolnikov began.

They might also have a thing for needing something to hold onto when they’re feeling upset/unwell? Capricorn’s cardinal energy mixed with a fixed Scorpio sun further points to being “twitchy” bc they can’t sit still (all that Mars influence,,) — cue “where’s my sock!! give me my sock!!!”

Another placement that points to Rodya's want of gaining some sort of "power" or "control" — and he has the capacity to do so, too (how he goes about obtaining it though, is another conversation). He can be (could have been) really successful if he wills himself to. Moon in 10H natives have this air to them of being well-established in whatever field they choose to dedicate their efforts in.

Feels emotions really deeply when they do allow themselves to (or when faced with the inevitable fate of experiencing them lol). I find that Saturnians are also kind of like Plutonians when it comes to feelings. When they invest in an emotion, you best believe they will feel it to its fullest; which is why I believe that underneath Rodya’s prideful and cold exterior is a heart that is capable of feeling love in the deepest, most profound way. What he said in Part 6 Chapter 7: “But why are they so fond of me if I don’t deserve it? Oh, if only I were alone and no one loved me, and I too had never loved anyone! Nothing of all this would have happened.” (Constance Garnett translation) — really broke my heart knowing Rodya fought against the desire to jump into the Neva because he knew he was loved despite his wrongdoings and all his rough edges; this consciousness was very strong that he felt regretful about being so loved by the people around him. He’s so,, :^(((( I just want to give him a hug :^(( he’ll probably cuss me out but whatever :<

Pig-headed, and will not stop until they get to do what they want to do. My partner is a Capricorn sun and it’s more or less the same — the moment Capricorns set their mind on something, they will see to it that they get it done, no matter what. Pair that with a really driven Aries rising and a Scorpio sun, and you have an unstoppable force.

Moon Conjunct Jupiter: drama queen placement wbk; i made a post about how i always associate Rodya draping himself over his couch like a D*sney princess would XD we just feel emotions deeply and we tend to get pretty extra about expressing it too, esp in front of people we trust,, or idk anyone who's willing to listen really. Though in Rodya's case, his Moon is also conjunct his Saturn, which means he limits his expression of emotions; or that he hides it from others — bro would rather choke than be direct with what he actually feels

Moon Square Pluto: another limiting aspect on his expression of emotions, though this aspect gives his capability to feel more depth and dimension. so when Rodya gets into his feelings, he really plunges into it. at the same time, the obscure yet volatile energy of Pluto also adds another layer to his Aries rising's impulsivity. Additionally, his Moon coming into contact with his Pluto in a square may also indicate pain that stems from the family / the mother. all that this placement reminds me of is that last conversation he had with Pulcheria. the most gut-wrenching shit i've ever read/watched.

WHEW. That's only like half of his big 6 placements. I'm currently working on the others (Mercury, Venus, Mars), but I might not be able to finish/get the post up any time soon because I'll be starting the last semester of my undergrad next week, and I'll no doubt be very busy again 😔

[taekooktimeline]

July 22, 2023 - Jungkook goes live in London! He’s seen wearing the Chanel Coco Rush ring again, prominently displayed on his left pinky. Throughout the live, he plays with, and displays it. Jungkook didn’t wear this ring during performances, indicating he’s been protective of it as he’s traveled from Seoul - NYC - London for “Seven” promotions, but he’s made sure to wear it during his off time. And as he isn’t one to wear much jewelry, if any, in his personal time, we know this is a special and significant ring for him. 

Also, as an aside, I absolutely loved how honest and savage he was during this live:

pointing out his promotions felt limited (6:16, 15:31)

acknowledging he’ll make mistakes because he’s human (as we all will) (7:19-9:53)

friend zoning ARMY (not all inclusive times, but some instances were at 10:29, 20:16, 34:55, 36:46, 1:00:26, 1:04:52, 1:05:38)

chastising those throwing a fit about the explicit version of “Seven” (21:52), reminding them of his age and that this is his life (24:07)

wanting to not care what the company thinks (36:18)

he’s happy today, complete with two adorable winks (36:38, 37:17)

People who like him and say good things, he wants to care for them and be good to them (38:01), then thanks those who say nonsense (antis) for giving him attention, and that he’s “going to live life like this” (38:12)

He says the company will be monitoring this live, and with a smile says they’ll be scared about what he’s talking about (49:44)

He reiterates he likes doing lives, and says, “What do you want me to do? I’m me. I want to do it.” He also asks, “So what?” (50:34). This reminded me of BTS’ October 24, 2021 PTD online concert, when Jk shouted “so what” to his haters and walked back to hold hands with an injured Taehyung (recap https://www.tumblr.com/taekooktimeline2021/666303546243825664/october-24-2021) 

Also, I know it will never happen but I’d love to get a drink with him, as he proposed we should all do one day (47:49). He’s so mature, wise, fun and thoughtful. He’d be a lot of fun to drink with and talk to. 

The below is a montage of some of the moments he showed off his ring throughout his live (personal side note - I bought the Delixir bracelet!)

Playing with the ring as he discusses how his facial hair doesn’t grow for 3-4 days after he shaves -

Timestamp 21:27

Playing with the ring, spinning it around and pulling it up and down his pinky, as he discusses the clean and explicit versions of “Seven” -

timestamps 22:15, 23:53, 24:07, 24:24

Cracking his knuckles, the ring prominently seen -

Timestamp 24:50

Fiddling with his ring as he discusses that he’s older, and this is his life -

Timestamp 27:01

Jungkook mentions he enjoys live shows. While IG is used for communication and to show “your color” he enjoys communicating like this, wanting to talk honestly with us.

He then reads off the comment, “Do everything you want to do.”

With what I interpret to sound like an exasperated groan, he tells us he can’t do everything he wants. He mentions in his July 30, 2023, live that he’s a public figure and singer (so naturally he has to exclude sharing things for privacy and security purposes). We also know hes under a contract and that Korea is more conservative, etc (what I’m trying to say is between his career and being in the spotlight, the contract he’s under and the country he lives in, it’s not so easy for him to just do whatever he wants, and he’s acknowledging as much.)

It’s interesting that he then mentions, “While being loved by someone.” Not being able to do everything he wants, then mentioning being loved by someone seem to connect in his mind.

This whole segment is fascinating in itself because he mentions doing this job (singer / performer) while interacting with each other (the person loved), and while he’s happy with his job, he can’t do everything he wants. It’s not possible. There’s a clear linkage between the two subjects.

As he discusses this topic, he starts to play with his ring while looking down.

I interpret this final part to mean he’s going to lighten up on restricting his relationship vs job (and I think it makes sense to consider it in this light because in this live alone he mentions wanting to be honest, continues to display and play with his Coco Crush ring and in general Taekook have been quite loud and clear about their closeness, particularly since solo era started).

He then lightens it up by saying if he messes up, we can have friendly banter between us.

Timestamp starts at 33:40

He waves his hand back and forth, drawing the viewer’s attention to it, then displays his hand so the ring is prominent. He then discusses how he wants honesty and a casual, chill vibe between us and him (friends).

Timestamp 34:55

Complaining about the lighting as his ring is clearly displayed -

Timestamp 39:41

Showing off his ring as he messes with the lighting, discusses what he wrote in his notes and then excuses himself for the restroom.

Timestamp 39:53, 40:25

When he comes back, he tells us he loves us, and shows off his ring some more🥰

Timestamp 44:25

Playing with the ring again as he talks about receiving love from us, after discussing the equipment he uses for 4 minutes a day on his skin -

Timestamp 45:52

He then leans into the camera and says his skin isn’t that good, flashing his ring as he talks about it.

Timestamp 46:08

Showing it off as he says he’s about to sneeze, then talks about his cold -

Timestamp 46:23

He says he hasn’t talked to the company, but wants to get a drink with us. He taps himself, saying we need time to talk, ring visible.

Timestamp 49:06

Another good view of the ring as Jk wishes ARMY to not get sick and to be happy.

Timestamp 54:13, 59:55

Casually saying goodbye to us, as friends -

Timestamp 1:04:52

Final shots because I love how proud he is of this ring -

Timestamp 1:05:29

Saying he’s really going to go -

Timestamp 1:06:36

His happy expression 😭

Various snippets of Jk playing with the ring - https://twitter.com/yourstrulytkk/status/1682534497948954624?s=46&t=StSwHjW0_Domk_lHUFMaCg https://twitter.com/jiravalee/status/1682529528734965760?s=46&t=StSwHjW0_Domk_lHUFMaCg https://twitter.com/diortetae/status/1682528983722909696?s=46&t=StSwHjW0_Domk_lHUFMaCg

Collage in HD!

CTTO for the collage https://twitter.com/koovarbie/status/1682539172970610694?s=46&t=StSwHjW0_Domk_lHUFMaCg

As noted in my initial recap on July 12, 2023, this is the same ring Tae and Wooga wear.

July 12, 2023 recap (extensive coverage of Jk wearing the ring leaving Seoul for NYC) - https://www.tumblr.com/taekooktimeline/722673545301409792/july-12-2023 

July 18, 2023 recap (when Jk wore the ring leaving NYC for London) - https://www.tumblr.com/taekooktimeline/723241376210403328/july-18-2023

[cometcrumbss]

Have an au except I can't write

Okay think about it pjsekai x Infinity Train. Majority of the characters are average passengers or companions maybe except Mafuyu? Idk she COULD be the Amelia but hey, any OTHER character can be her. Also all of them follow VERY similar plotlines to season 2 cause of the whole companion stuff. And Miku is the conductor, I say no other words

Leo/Need

- Ichika and Honami can be passengers. I'm not sure about Ichika but Honami is a passenger because she was bullied a lot and didn't know how to deal with it properly. So it's basically her learning how to be brave ig (I NEED to catch up l/n lore)

- Saki and Shiho are their companions. Shiho could be a kinda human but Saki can a cute little dog (or a corgi? hehe) and Shiho is from the school cart

- Maybe some Honasaki or Ichishiho?? Ichisaki, Shihonami and Polyneed works too

-I think Saki and Shiho might go to the real world with Ichika and Honami.

More More Jump!

- Everyone is companion except Haruka.

- Haruka joined the train after ASRUN disbanded

-the rest of the idols, Minori, Airi and Shizuku, are all part of the IDOL cart. They're all humans with some animal like features (Shizuku with cat ears and tail and minori having bunny ears)

- the moment minori saw haruka, she instantly fell in love with her (like in canon) and goes this whole journey of learning everything about her and learning lessons from Haruka about Idol(ing?)

- I think they do say goodbye but idk about Minori.

Vivid Bad Squad

- An and Kohane are passengers while Akito and Toya are companions

- Vbs kinda follows the premise of season 4, except An and Kohane didn't have the same numbers on their hand.

- Akito and Toya are from the street cart. MEIKO and Len are also there. Like in Canon, they both want to surpass RAD WEEKEND except Ken is different ig?

-Akitoya has their plot where they're actually rivals as they both want to surpass alone but they realize that they work really well together and in the end, they become partners

- An and Kohane actually meet from akitoya and similarly realize that work together well too and then pull a Ryan and Min gi thing where, in the real world, they're singing partners who travel across the world!

Wonderland x Showtime

- rui and nene are passengers while emu and tsukasa are companions

- ruinene were never close and actually had a pretty broken relationship

- rui was too insecure of himself and had low self esteem while nene couldn't hold long term friendships and just pushed people away a lot (rui being a victim unfortunately) and now the train brought them together to fix it

- tsukasa and emu are from the theme park cart along with Saki. They join them to bring some positivity and the four may or may not got way to attached to one another

- the four actually do get out of the train and become a theater troupe!

-I've realized that this sounds polysho, I don't ship it personally (I see queerplatonically tho 👀) you can interpret it as that :)

Nightcord at 25:00

- all of them are passengersbut separate and only meet after the train, their companion is kaito (kanamafu) cause that's funny and rin (mizuena)

- I don't really need to explain how they got into the train but Mafuyu has been in the train longer than anybody else and also has the longest number than anybody in project sekai does

- Kanade, despite being a passenger, does everything she can to save her, and unironically, it helps her.

- Mizuena has their own plot. Their relationship is similar to Canon except that Mizuki actually told Ena everything which got her out the train but Ena was still stuck

- Mizuki still stayed, and the two had to struggle with ups and downs of their numbers the most

- thankfully, they both left the train together and altogether, kanamafu and mizuena met through nightcord, creating the music group we know today

Lmao, sorry for rambling all of this, it's just fun merging your two favorite things together, I know the show is cancelled and all but prayers for the movie or season 5 🙏