#otherwise he sort of has a good deal of patience??

[crybabychim]

The way I need a hard thot/thought from you about how each member would handle a brat 🙈 im just trying to get them so upset they do the most 🥵🥵🥵 thing to get it to stop

OKK sooo ... I took so much care into making that one LOL but those are my headcannons & I love them

cw: implied non-con, physical violence & gaslighting

starting with jin, I think we can all agree that he's the brat tamer... I really think he's pitiless though, he doesn't let anything slip. I'm gonna reuse my previous ideas but it's just because it fits him so well, but he def spanks you, like, really hard and with the buckle of his belt. im sorry but jin is soft — or consilient — by no means-!! tbh he doesn't bother with brats, but when he has to... it's gonna be a rough night.

I think yoongi would hate brats even more than his hyung does because he doesn't have the patience. he may seem like a patient man, but when it comes to you being a brat... he's fed up in the minute. so he's 100% going to punish you and he's gonna make sure it's efficient because there's no way he deals with your attitude again. so like some choking... and yoongi's not stopping until you're literally drowning in your own tears, ass hurting because yes, he's gonna do some unprepared anal.

now hoseok... I also categorize him as a hard dom, but like... really evil and heavy on the humiliation. I feel like his punishments are sort of unexpected — and sometimes come out of nowhere, but that's a subject for another time... he lets it cool off for a day or two, making you think he's over it, but then suddenly he locks you up in his studio (something jin would do too) and leaves you there for the night until he comes back in the morning. yeah, I know, it doesn't involve sex, but I said he was evil 🤷🏻‍♀️ y'all know me by the time... punishments = real hard punishments 😋

namjoon... now he's a tricky one because he wouldn't put up with your attitude. not on purpose, but just because he really doesn't care. I know it's quite specific but I can't see him otherwise... namjoon is just indifferent because he really sees you so low, so under him that your antics don't bother him so much. he notices that it frustrates you, that you're not getting the attention that you want, but what are you going to do? say no? it's not like he cares anyway 🫢

jimin omg yeah so... he hates brats, but he enjoys dealing with them because he's a real sadist. it's kinda like... he prefers good girls, he wants to be obeyed whatever the circumstances are, but if he has to punish you, he absolutely will. he's as pitiless as jin, but jimin could go on aaaall day. you're gonna bleed and have bruises, let me tell you that. you just had to be a good girl if you didn't want it to happen!

i wanna say all of them prefer good girls (because I hate writing bratty characters so much) but tbh taehyung likes brats. he has a primal kink to me (duh), like idk having a brat just wakes up something in him... everything turns him on but like you being angry and cursing him off, he has a boner instantly. he has the urge to pin you down and take you right here and there and bonus points if you start crying and telling him to get off — he won't, but taehyung loves hearing you cry.

finally, jungkook also wants to be obeyed at anytime, I feel like he just expects you to listen to him like namjoon, but he's kinda taken aback when you're being bratty or refusing to listen. he's confused because why would you want to disobey him? he'd get into a fight with you at first I think, yelling and cursing, eventually getting physical and forcing you to do what he asked of you. for example, if he told you to change into more appropriate clothes and you said no, he will literally bring you to your room and strip you off of your skimpy dress. he'd use the opportunity to force himself on you of course and after while dressing you back into other clothings, jungkook would tell you 'it's your fault... should've listened to me, you brought this onto yourself'.

[neverchecking]

TotK Link

Okay, I know not everyone has played Tears of the Kingdom, nevertheless finished (I know I haven't), but I just have brainrot that I need to spread.

And I now have the platform to do so >:)

So, of course, Spoilers under the cut!

CW: Yandere, TotK spoilers!

・❥・So, this can go two ways. One, TotK Link is Wild who was taken mid-adventure with the other Links. Or, two, this is an entirely different Link, kind of like Calamity (AoC Link-- there are some great headcanons about him -> Here! Go check them out they are so, so good.).

・❥・I like both ideas! But, let's talk about the second option.

・❥・So, imagine, the chain and Reader are coming through a portal to this new Hyrule. Or, well, they think it's new. It's oddly reminiscent of Wild's Hyrule only...bigger. There are islands in the sky, holes covered in what appears to be malice in the ground. People are more abundant, there are towers standing, glowing a welcoming red rather than the golden towers in Wild's Hyrule.

・❥・It's so different, but yet so familiar.

・❥・Now, it's evident that this Link is a little more...Feral. Look at his hair and tell me otherwise, you can't. This man had won. He had won, gotten his victory over the Calamity and was supposed to have the rest of his life to settle down. But he didn't. It was ripped away from him once more. Not only that, but he was thrown back to square one. Gloom now riddled his veins making him feel like he was newborn fawn stumbling out of the Shrine once more. So he's probably livid. Angry with Hylia and fate, and Ganon and and and-

・❥・He has no patience left to offer.

・❥・Zelda was supposed to have unlocked her sealing powers, no? And she did nothing. Actually, that's a lie. She used them to save herself. He was left dying again and she saved herself. After he destroyed the Master Sword, the only thing that made him anyone, protecting her. Destroyed his arm. Destroyed himself. And she saved herself. Rauru had to protect him. Had to save his life before Zelda did.

・❥・So, yeah, he's a little less...companionable. He had to save someone who wouldn't give two shits about him again. He thought they had improved their relationship, but he guesses not. Betrayal runs deep in his gut, igniting a fiery inferno that burns on spite.

・❥・And the worst part about it? Everyone around him is praising that damned Princess. For the bare minimum. Showing them a recipe, building a school that should've been there years ago, hell, even just having a horse got her praise out the ass.

・❥・He was tired of it.

・❥・People stay out of his way a lot more. He wears a look that promises some form of harm should someone cross him, and he's more than willing to deliver. Because now, it's not just the one land of Hyrule. Now he has to deal with the Sky Islands and the Zonai creations. Now he has to deal with the depths and all of those creatures which just bring back the gloom he dispels. And he's so over it.

・❥・Now, picture if you will, Reader falling through the portal, separated from the chain, scared and alone. Reader thinking they're in Wild's Hyrule, but his doesn't quite look like this, does it? Reader thinking that, hey, at least they're hidden and in a forest, only Oh Sweet Goddess Above-- THE TREES ARE MOVING-

・❥・Reader doesn't know what to do because THE TREES ARE COMING AFTER THEM, they were forbidden from having a weapon (Because why would they be separated ever? They were there to protect their sweet reader? why would they need to burden themselves with a weapon when the Links could fight for their honor?), and THE TREES WERE ATTACKING THEM-

・❥・But, here comes their knight in shining armor- or some sort of blue tunic. Honestly, the tunic was styling if we're being honest; the open back and split sides along the hips? (Iykyk)

・❥・The trees are taken care of easily and the blond is turning to look at reader.

・❥・Reader just knows. "...I'm gonna guess your name is Link?"

・❥・And while on the outside, all he gives is a simple nod, it's anything but simple. You, this gorgeous being that he just so happened upon, recognized him. It seemed that without Zelda parading him about like some show dog for all of Hyrule, people didn't know who he was. but you? You did? You knew who he was? And the way you were staring at him was like you knew what he had done. The sacrifices he had given. And you were thankful and appreciative. Which was all he asked for.

・❥・You then thank him (You THANKED him) for saving your life and explain that you had been separated from your group. (Group? You had a group? And they just...let you out of their sight?) He offers to help you look for them and you eagerly accept.

・❥・Now, he latches onto you pretty quickly. Your already used to all the Link-isms so he isn't much different. The silence, the constantly guarded exterior, your used to all of it. And it just convinces him further that you're perfect for him.

・❥・Eventually the rest of the chain do pop up. But this Link isn't convinced their safe, after all, Ganon could make puppets out of everyone. Whose to say their not puppets or Yiga? It's better to stay with him, can't you see that?

・❥・The chain obviously have a different opinion on the matter, Legend all but Demanding you back. Hyrule and Four try to placate this Link, while Wild, Wind and even Twilight are trying to think of way of just scooping you up and running. Sky and Warriors are trying to barter with this Link (What does he want? Fairies? Potions? Money? They could have it all should he just give you back). Time is the only one to recognize that this is still a Link. He still wants what's best for you. That doesn't mean he trusts him.

・❥・If Fierce Deity and First are int he group at this point, they too are probably either trying to manipulate explain to this Link that they are in fact your aforementioned group or are just barely holding onto the shred of sanity left thats stopping them from simply doing away with this obstacle.

・❥・But this Link, like all Links, is stubborn. Not just a regular stubborn either. He has learned the hard way that if he wants something, he's going to have to fucking cling to it to keep it. And he's not losing you. Eventually they explain the situation after a bit of your pestering and he loosens up, just the slightest, to take in their words. That doesn't mean he lets go though. Oh no, he just lets them meander closer without threatening a flame throwing at them.

・❥・He's sort of indifferent to Wild, I would think, since they're kind of the same person. He was just dealt the shittier hand.

・❥・When asked where Zelda is, he simply points up (Maybe her name is Natura? Idk, I'm uncreative). He does not elaborate. They don't ask him to.

・❥・Now, it's obvious you have just claimed this Link. He's yours. Sorry not sorry. It's just a matter of taking him with you. He's insistent on not leaving your side. The Demon King isn't actually doing anything, other than unleash monsters the people of his land are already familiar with. This is obviously a new threat and he's a Link isn't he?

・❥・In terms of names? Maybe he's the hero of the Zonai because Tears of the Kingdom doesn't really give us much to work with. Maybe they call him both Zonai and Sage. I like Sage, so I'm going with that.

・❥・The way he fights is fast and brutal, delivering hits that dissipate his enemies own mobility before delivering a fatal last hit. He's a unit of a man, probably like Twilight, if not a little smaller. (Have you seen the shit he has to lug around? Mans is built.) Same height as Wild though, just more built.

・❥・As for the type of Yandere he is? He's on you. Constantly. He is hovering over you because anything and everything can be ripped away from him in an instant, as Hylia as so helpfully shown. He is making sure nothing gets the chance to get closer to you. And he's using his new abilities to do so. Wild is probably interested in the abilities and the arm and the tech, since his Hyrule, after Sage's, is the most technologically advanced.

・❥・He's inspecting your food, checking your person every time you disappear out of his sight for a second, snarling at people who attempt to talk to you.

・❥・The group have to keep him in check like an untrained puppy.

・❥・Oh, but how he laps up the attention Reader bestows upon him. He is such a cuddle hog and he knows it, smirking smugly at the others while you hold him close because oh how his arm hurts so badly, didn't you know? Oh, how the gloom has him feeling absolutely rotten, please can he just lay with you for a while? Just until he settles back once more? Pretty please?

Anyway, those are my thoughts for now, feel free to add your own!

[wannaeatramyeon]

hii!!

may i get gun, goo, jake, and vin (maybe taehoon too?) w a s/o who annoys them for fun and loves being around them at all times? thank you!!

(ps you can ignore this if there’s too much rqs 🤍)

How can I say no to all my faves?

With an annoying, clingy!SO - Gun, Goo, Jake, Vin, Taehoon hc

Gun Park

This guy is not short on experience with being someone annoying. After all, his work partner is Goo Kim.

He has mastered the art of finetuning his partner's rambles, and only picking up on the details he has to know. He does not care for a play by play retelling of the latest anime episode or what happened in this week's manga release.

Gun thought that these skills would carry over to you. And he does loathe to think it, but you and Goo have some similarities. However, he often feels the urge to throttle Goo, but he feels none of that with you.

It's endearing. Which is a huge surprise in itself. He doesn't find you annoying, not really, and he actually loves your company.

When it comes to you, he has an unending well of patience to draw from.

Goo Kim

My my, someone is getting a taste of their own medicine and they do not like it.

Seriously, haven't you got anything better to do than annoy him? Can't you run along and find a lil hobby of your own or something.

Goo is used to being the most annoying, clingiest in the room so it takes a while to get used to you.

And when he does - well get used to double trouble! He thinks of you less as an annoying S/O (you can't get enough obvs, and he can't blame you) but more as his partner in crime.

In fact, it's nice to be around someone that's more his speed and matches his vibe.

There will be no peace for anyone that has the misfortune to be around you both.

Jake Kim

Out of all these guys, Jake might be the one that might not be ok with clingier traits. He's a very busy guy. His attention is on Big Deal half the time. Genuinely loves being with you, and can easily be a lot more annoying than you if that's the game you want to play.

However, his overwhelming feelings when he can't spend all his time with you is guilt.... and you really don't want to make Jake feel sad or guilty.

He doesn't have the luxury of being able to spend whenever and however long he wants with you, and he truly does want.

Being annoying though? Good fucking luck. Jake has no shame. If you choose to be annoying, he can outmanoeuvre you in a heartbeat and in the most flamboyant and over the top way.

Vin Jin

Look, Vin is hot shit. You being clingy comes as no surprise. He's the hottest bachelor around so of course you wouldn't want to let go.

Annoying? He can put up with it, as long as you don't embarrass him. He has appearances to keep up, including being the best rapper so make sure you're up to par, mmkay?

Ok - just kidding. If Vin is with you, actually with you, he's pretty ride or die. Otherwise he'll keep you as some filthy little secret pretty much forever or until you've had enough of his bullshit.

He can put on the cool guy facade all he likes (and 'cool' is a reach) but he forever loves how much you're all over him, the attention you pay him. Despite any of his words or evidence to the contrary.

Seong Taehoon

Taehoon will tell you you're cringe, to piss off, cut it out. He only half means it. Although catch him waking up on the wrong side of bed then he will be serious.

Doesn't really deal that well with how annoying you are, especially if there's an undercurrent of sincerity and affection. It makes his head hurt and heartache, in a good way.

He doesn't exactly return your annoying traits like for like, but who are we kidding, this guy is bitchy and a dickhead in his own way. But the fact he puts up with you, and lets you get away with how you are at all speaks volumes.

Clinginess he surprisingly loves from a practicality point of view. If you're by his side all the time, there's no need to worry about what sort of nonsense you're getting up to and it's easier to protect and look after you when you're within arm's reach.

[thetriumphantpanda]

Cruel Summer | Javier Peña (Chapter Five)

Series Summary | Javier Peña is back in Laredo, this time for good. He hadn’t banked on you still being there, especially not with a wedding ring on your finger. A complicated shared history and plenty of unresolved feelings between the two of you should make for an interesting summer.

Pairing | Javier Peña x Female Reader

Word Count | 5.2K (oooops, I got carried away)

Warnings | Descriptions of domestic abuse (not from our boi Javi), talk of injuries, infidelity, cheating, SMUT, oral (f receiving) and unprotected PiV sex (please don't do this, be smart and safe), mentions of alcohol, cigarettes, and pregnancy.

Authors Note | Thank you all for being so patience with me whilst I got my head back into writing this. This took me ages to figure out in my mind but I'm so proud of what I've managed to produce. I really appreciate hearing what y'all think of this series, comments and reblogs really do make my day with this - so if you enjoy it, let me know!

Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist

Ethan is furious. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him so angry before. He’d arrived home late last night from his business trip, falling into bed sometime past midnight. He’d tossed and turned for a while as you pretended to be asleep next to him before he turned over, pulled at your arm to turn you onto your back and then crowded on top of you. You’d let him because it was easier than denying him, but when he pushed himself inside of you all you could think about was Javier. 

What would he do in this situation? You’d like to think he’d at least take some time to make sure you were enjoying yourself. Was he the type of man who would spend hours with his head between your thighs just because he liked the way his name fell from your mouth? You think he would be. Would he whisper sweet nothing’s into your ear in Spanish whilst he was buried deep inside you? God, you hoped so. By the time Ethan was spilling himself inside of you and rolling over, leaving you, as he always did, completely unsatisfied and feeling completely used, all your brain could focus on was the animalistic need to know exactly what Javier would do to you in bed. 

Now, as Ethan stands in the kitchen, fuming after he found the wads of cash from your farmer’s market sale, all you wanted to do was run. Run from this pathetic life and into whatever it was that Javier could give you. 

“I fucking told you I would get around to sorting it out!” He shouts at you, “And you had to go and completely disobey me! How does this make me look?” 

You resist the urge to roll your eyes, “Ethan, it’s been pushing one hundred degrees the entire time you’ve been away, I need that new AC unit because otherwise I’m going to die in that shop, and I think a little bit of embarrassment is better than admitting to the town that I’m dead because you couldn’t be bothered to fix it.” 

“Don’t be so fucking dramatic,” He fumes, his skin flushing red, “I bet that asshole Peña had something to do with this.” 

“Because now every time I do something you don’t like it has to involve him?” You raged, “Newsflash Ethan, I’ve been doing things you don’t like since before we got married, and that certainly had nothing to do with Javier and everything to do with the fact you can’t stand me.” 

“Did he have anything to do with it?” 

You don’t know why you don’t lie in this moment. Maybe it would have been easier, less of an argument to deal with, but you can’t help yourself, “Maybe he did.” 

“I fucking knew it!” Ethan slams his fist down on the kitchen counter, “That asshole, trying to worm his way into my family, walking around this fucking town like he’s some sort of king because he took down Escobar,” You can’t help yourself but think that you might actually be able to see steam coming out of his ears soon, “And you!” He’s pointing a finger at you as he rounds the counter, “How many times do I have to tell you to stay the hell away from him, or are you just too fucking stupid to understand me?” 

It all happens at once. You’ve slapped him hard across the face and in this moment, you can’t tell which of you is more surprised. He’s stood inches away from your face with a look in his eyes that has panic settling in your stomach. He could kill you if he wanted to. It’s the first time you’ve thought he might, with his chest heaving and his eyes like daggers. You’re scared. 

“How. Fucking. Dare. You.” He spits out into your face, he’s got wide hands placed around the tops of your arms and before you know it your back is pressed against the wall, he’s squeezing the skin so hard that you’re crying out, “Someone needs to teach you some fucking respect.” 

If you weren’t so frightened, you’d have some stupid retort about the fact that it certainly couldn’t be him, because even with a ring around your finger you could never respect this man in front of you, but you keep your mouth shut. 

“Ethan please,” You whimper, “Please let me go, you’re hurting me.” 

“Oh, I’m hurting you, am I?” He jeers into your face, squeezing his hands around your arms even harder, “You should have thought about that before you fucking slapped me, stupid girl.”  

He pulls you back from the wall slightly before slamming you backwards again, the force of it causing the back of your head to hit the wall behind you, “You better lose the attitude or I will take us so far away from this place you’ll never see your stupid friends or your precious Javier Peña again, do you understand me?” 

You nod, sniveling through your tears, then he finally lets your arms go and steps away from you, “Get out of my fucking sight.” 

You don’t waste any time in doing just that, stopping just long enough to grab a thin cardigan and your car keys before your hurtling to your car with nowhere really to go. Your immediate thought is Javier, but it’s the middle of the day and he’ll be out helping Chucho on the ranch. You don’t think you can bare the heat of the shop, or the fact that you might have to interact with a customer, so that’s out too. There’s only one person left – Gabriela. There’s an internal battle you’re having with yourself, she’s so close to having her baby that you don’t want to intrude on her, but she’s the only person you can think of who will know what to do right now. 

You’re not really sure how you manage to make it to her house unscathed with the amount of tears that are dropping from your eyes and the way your hands are shaking, but you’re pulling up in front of her house in no time. 

“Good God alive, what on earth is the matter?!” She exclaims when she opens the door, pulling you into a hug, protruding belly crushed between you. 

“Oh Gabriela everything’s gone so wrong and I don’t know what to do.” You cry, sniffing into her shoulder, you pull away and briefly apologise for getting her shirt wet, to which she gives you a look that says ‘don’t be so fucking stupid’ before she’s ushering you inside. 

She waddles in front of you, clearly uncomfortable, and sternly tells you to sit at the breakfast bar whilst she boils some water to make tea. In no time at all there’s a steaming mug placed in front of you, and she’s sat herself down on the chair next to you with her own mug. 

“So, where do we start?” She’s coaxing you, hand holding your own. 

“I’m fucking miserable Gabs,” You speak softly, “And I don’t know what to do.” 

“Tell me something I don’t know,” She scoffs, “What’s he done this time?” 

“He found the money,” You’re looking into the amber liquid of the green tea in front of you, “Lost his mind that I’d done it without him, got cross because it was Javi’s idea and then told me to get out and leave him alone.” 

“Did he hurt you?” She asks, “And I swear if you lie to me once more about this, I’m actually going to lose my mind.” 

You nod, it’s small, but she catches it, and you can hear the inhalation of breath, “But it was my fault, I slapped him first.” 

“Did you slap him first all the other times he’s clearly hurt you?” You shake your head this time, “Show me.” She’s asking. 

You slowly slip the cardigan off your arms. You look down and there are perfect red welts on your skin where Ethan’s fingers had been digging into your arm earlier. No doubt in time they’d bruise, “Jesus fucking Christ.” Is Gabriela’s response. 

“I’m sorry Gabs, I didn’t wanna burden you with this I promise, but I didn’t know where else to go.” 

“You think this is a burden to me?” She’s imploring, catching your eyeline when you try to look away, “Cielito, this is nothing like a burden, it’s a bloody relief, I’ve been wanting you to tell me this for years.”

“You knew?”

“Of course I knew, dumbass, all those times you cancelled on me last minute and disappeared for days? You had to be hiding something, and the longer you’ve been with him the longer I’ve known he’s a horrible man – doesn’t take a genius to put two and two together.” 

“What do I do, Gabs?” 

“Only you can answer that question, but that,” She points to your arms, “That’s assault, so you can go to the police, and then there’s always divorce.” 

“I don’t want to be with him anymore, but I can’t do this on my own Gabriela, I’m so fucking scared, he’s got everything, he’s going to take everything, I won’t have my shop anymore, I’ll be homeless, where do I even start?” 

Gabriela bites at her lip whilst she thinks, “You won’t have to do this alone, I promise you,” She’s got your hand clutched in hers again, “Can you give me a few weeks?” She’s asking, “I know it’s a lot to ask, but let me get this gremlin out of me first, and then I promise we’ll get you out, okay?” 

You nod in agreement because it’s more than you thought you’d get. The idea of freedom could surely see you through the next couple of weeks, “If it gets too bad then you let me know and we’ll sort something out, I promise, okay?” 

She’s hugging you then, the kind of bone crushing hug that only she would be capable of, and you can feel yourself crying again. What on earth had you done to deserve her? 

“I’ll get out of your hair soon, but can I borrow your phone really quickly?” You ask. 

“Of course, I need to use the bathroom again anyway, so I’ll give you some space.” 

Once she’s out of earshot, you’re dialing the number that you’d had memorized since high school, even with his years of absence. After a few rings someone picks up on the other end. 

“Hi, Chucho, it’s me.” 

“Ahhh Mija, how are you today?” 

“I’m well thank you, how about you?” 

“Not too bad thank you, just come inside to beat the midday heat for a while.” 

“Ah yes,” You smile, you’ve always loved the sound of Chucho’s voice, calm and stoic, reminding you of your own father, which is probably why you like it so much, “I hope you’ve got plenty of ice-cold lemonade,” You bite at the side of your thumbnail, “Is Javi there?” You ask, hoping it doesn’t sound like you’re trying to get rid of him too soon. 

“He is, let me just pass you over.” 

There’s the sound of shuffling on the other end of the phone and you can hear Chucho telling Javi it’s you on the other end, then there’s silence before he’s speaking. 

“Hola querida,” God his voice is like butter, “Are you okay?” 

“I’m fine,” You reply quietly, “I just wanted to hear your voice, I hope you don’t mind me calling in the middle of the day.” 

“I wouldn’t mind you calling in the middle of the night, querida, don’t worry,” You can hear him drinking someone on the other end of the phone, “You sure you’re okay?” He asks again. 

“I was wondering if I could see you tonight?” You ask meekly, not wanting to make yourself a burden to another person today. 

“You can,” He’s replying, “Where?” 

“Can I come to you?” 

You can hear him shuffling a little on the other end of the phone, you can hear the shifting of paper, he must be looking at the calendar that’s hanging near the phone – his mother had insisted on it when she was still alive, and Chucho makes sure there’s a new one there every January 1st. 

“Yes,” He replies softly, “Pops has a poker game in town tonight according to the calendar, he should be gone by seven, is that okay?” 

“Yeah, of course, I’m happy with whatever is best for you, I’ll see you then.” 

“Alright, querida, take care and I’ll see you later.” 

“See you later, Javi.” You whisper softly before you’re hanging up the phone. 

You put the phone back on the receiver and rub your hands over your face, trying to ignore the pooling of nerves in your tummy. If Gabriela could sense all these years that something was off, then there’s no doubt that Javi will know as well. He’s the most perceptive man you’ve ever met. The dull ache of Ethan’s fingerprints on your arms were ever-present now, there was no way you’d be able to hide them from him. 

“You can stay here for a while if you want,” Gabriela’s voice calls from the living room, “I would only be folding baby clothes on my own.” 

You spend the rest of the afternoon helping Gabriela like she suggested, folding baby clothes, setting out diapers and toiletries in the bathroom and eating her famous enchiladas for dinner. Diego comes home sometime after five, giving you a hug, before he’s pulling out two beers which you enjoy with your friends in their back garden. The sun is setting and it’s nearing six in the evening when you bid them both farewell. 

“Please let me know if you need us, okay?” Gabriela whispers into your hair as she hugs you goodbye, “There’s isn’t a thing in this world that would stop us from helping you.” 

You bite back tears before you nod your head, giving Diego a similar hug, before you’re hopping in your car and driving out of town towards the Peña ranch. 

It doesn’t take as long as you’d anticipated but when you drive up you can see there’s only one truck parked outside which means Chucho must have already left for the evening. Javier is stood on the porch before you’ve stepped down from the truck. You make sure the cardigan you’d worn was buttoned up before you head over to him. 

“Evening, querida.” He speaks softly, dipping his head to kiss you on the cheek. 

Before he can fully pull away, you’ve got a hand on the back of his neck, pulling his lips to yours. His hands weave around your waist and you wrap your other arm around his neck to press your body more firmly to his own before you’re pulling away from him, breathless. 

“Evening to you too.” You smile, and it’s genuine. This man has done nothing but make you happy since he came back. 

“You want a drink?” He asks, giving your waist a squeeze, “I bought that wine you used to like drinking, although thinking about it now we were young so your tastebuds have probably matured.” 

You giggle and follow him inside, “They definitely haven’t, is it the white one that we used to drink out of the bottle against the tree?” 

He nods as he leads you to the kitchen, dipping into the fridge to pull it out. It is indeed the exact same brand of wine you’d get drunk on together when he was still around, “You want a glass, or shall we drink it like old times?” 

“Old times,” You reply with a smile as he undoes the screw top, “Can we sit outside?” 

He’s taking the first swig from the wine, pulling the same face he used to all those years ago, as he motions for you to head out to the back porch. You always loved this ranch at dusk. The way the sun set and bathed everything in gentle orange light, the fact there was no noise from the town to distract you, the sound of the crickets chirping. It was peaceful. 

Javi settles onto the bench, and you sit across from him, he leans his arm across the back of the bench and moves his head to tell you he wants you closer, so you shift your body to lean against his chest, head placed on his shoulder. You hope he doesn’t catch the discomfort when you lean too hard onto your arm and shift slightly, but if he does, he’s not mentioned it, instead, he’s passing you the wine which you take a drink from. 

“You sounded upset on the phone, querida, are you sure you’re okay?” 

You take another drink before you pass it back to him, “Ethan came home last night,” You’re speaking as you look into the distance, “Guess I just realized how much I enjoy it when he’s away.” 

“I’m sorry,” He says softly, bringing his hand to your arm to squeeze him into his side, it’s stings as he grips to the sore skin from earlier, but you think you manage to play it off, “What can I do to help?” 

He takes a long drink of the wine and then hands it back to you, watching intently as you do the same before you place the half-empty bottle on the floor, “Just kiss me Javi,” You speak, “Make me forget about it for a while.”  

“You want me to just kiss you, querida?” He asks, his voice dropping to a husky whisper, “Or do you want more?” 

You shift to look him in the eye, “I want it all Javi,” You lean up to press a chaste kiss to his lips pulling away before he can take more, “I’ve waited long enough, don’t you think?” 

He untangles himself from you and stands up before he stretches out his hand for you take, he must see the confusion on your face because he’s talking again, “If you’ve been waiting then I’m not going to fuck you on the porch, querida, come on.” 

You slip your hand into his and then he’s dragging you through the house and up the stairs. He opens the door to his room, which you don’t really take in, he’s motioning his hand for you to sit on the bed, which you do. 

He walks over to you and pushes your chin up with one of his fingers. He’s looming over you and if this was anyone else it would make you feel uncomfortable, but he’s looking at you like you were about to give him the world, before he’s leaning down and pressing his lips softly to your own. In the back of your mind you can feel him unbuttoning the front of your cardigan, it’s a relief because it’s so fucking warm in here, he’s pulling back from your mouth to push it off and then he stops. He’s not pulled it all the way off, the material bunching in the crook of your elbow because he’s seen. He’s seen the marks on your arms. Perfect red indentations of fingertips. 

He's kneeling in front of you now, between your thighs, as he takes one arm in his hand, “Did he do this to you?”  

“Javi please…” You beg him. 

“Did he do this to you?” He asks again, slower and with a register that tells you he isn’t messing around, you nod at him, “I’m gonna fucking kill him.” 

He’s standing like he’s going to get in his car and do it. You grab at his wrist, “Javi please, don’t,” You pull him back to you, “It was my fault.” You say softly, just like you had to Gabriela. 

“This?!” He’s back on his knees again, clutching at your arm, “This is never your fault, do you understand me?” He’s looking into your eyes again, then he softens, “It doesn’t matter what you did, you don’t deserve this.” 

“Please, will you just come back to me,” You plead, taking his face in your hands, “I need to forget him, just for tonight.” 

In the back of his mind he knows it’s not right, it’s just a distraction, and all he really wants is to know what’s going on, but the way your eyes are pleading with him, he can’t say no, “Only if you promise to talk to me after?” 

“I promise.” You reply almost immediately, and then he’s crowding you, he’s settling between your thighs but this time his lips are on yours and it’s overwhelming. 

You widen your legs as your mouth opens to him, tongues mixing together. You can taste the cheap wine and the cigarettes he swears he’s trying to give up on. He can taste a sweetness he’s never felt before when he’s kissed a woman. It fast and it’s messy, and you don’t understand why you’re moaning into his mouth when he’s not really touched you. Without breaking the kiss, he’s moving, you’re pushed back onto the bed and he’s settled between your thighs, and then he’s pulling his mouth from yours to trail hot, wet kisses over your throat. 

God, he wants to sink his teeth into your skin. Wants to mark you so that when you go home, he knows, knows that there’s someone out there who’s going to cherish you until his dying breath, going to protect you from men like him. He knows better, knows that you’ll be going home alone and any mark on your body would mean more marks from him, and Javi doesn’t think he can bare the fact that it’ll be his fault, so he sticks to kisses. He can feel your hands on his shoulders, sinking in through the material of his shirt and he wants more. 

He's pushing himself back from you, taking a moment to take his shirt off before his attention is back at you. You’re spread out on his bed, hair splayed out underneath you and the look in your eyes almost makes him cry. It’s admiration, that he’s sure of, but there’s something else in your eyes too, maybe it’s lust, maybe it’s happiness, he doesn’t know, but he isn’t sure a woman has ever looked at him like that. 

“God you’re beautiful, Javi.” You whisper as he leans back down to you. 

The feeling of your cool hands on his hot skin electrifies him, and he can feel his hands working your tank top up to expose the skin of your tummy. You lift yourself up a little so he can take it all the way off before he continues the trail of his lips over your collarbone and down between the dip in your breasts. He’s gently moving the straps of your bra down and takes the opportunity to undo the clasp at the back when you arch up into him. It’s discarded to the floor without a second thought and then his mouth is on you again. 

He uses the flat of his tongue to run hot stripes over your peaked nipple, whilst his fingers take the other peaked bud and starts rolling it between them. A whine drops from your lips, and you can feel him smiling into your skin and you arch up into him. He’s taking your nipple into his mouth, sucking and then using the tip of his tongue to run circle around it and all your head can think is how much you want his mouth doing just this further down your body. 

“You tell me what you like, querida,” He mumbles into your skin, “Wanna make you feel good.” 

“Your mouth,” You breathe out, head thrown back as he’s sucking your nipple into his mouth, “I need… fuck… I need it lower, Javi.” 

He’s lifted his lips from your tits and you’re moving your head to meet his eyes and he genuinely looks hungry. Like a man starved, with a smirk splayed across his lips, “You want me to eat your pussy, hmm?” 

He’s pushed himself back on his knees and for a split second before he’s pulling at your shorts to take them off, you can see he’s half-hard under his own denim. You’ve barely touched him, and this is how he is? It’s got pride swelling in your chest. 

He makes quick work of your shorts, throwing them to the ground along with your underwear. He takes a second to look at you, spread out and bare for him, and he thinks that if he died right now, he would die a happy man having seen you like this. He takes his thumb and runs it gently along the seam of your pussy, watching as your eyes close and you let out a breath. 

Javi stands briefly before he’s dropping to his knees on his floor. His hands are on either side of your hips, dragging you forward. He pulls you with such force that you bump your thigh into his face, but he’s not complaining. You expect him to tease you, but it turns out that he’s been waiting just as long as you have for this. He wastes no time in using the entire flat of his tongue to lick a hot, wet stripe from the bottom of your pussy to the top, which has an obscene moan dropping from your lips. He could listen to you make those noises for him all fucking day. 

One of his hands moves from your hips, he uses it to spread your pussy before he makes the same motion with his tongue as before but focusing its entirety on your clit. You think you might see stars. Once he’d started, he doesn’t stop. Spurred on by the obscenity dropping from your lips like, fuckjavi that’s so fucking good, and please don’t stop, he’s eating your pussy like it’s his death row meal. He’s lapping at the slick that gathers at your entrance, he’s suckling on your clit, or flicking it with the tip of his tongue, but it’s when he pushes two of his thick fingers inside you that you’re truly coming undone. 

You’re bucking your hips up into his mouth, grinding down on his fingers and then it’s all coming undone with that bright burst of pleasure you hadn’t felt in years. You can feel your pussy clenching around his fingers, and you can hear him suckling your clit through the aftershocks as your legs shake around his head. He slips his fingers out of you and finishes with one chaste kiss to your clit before he’s pulling at your arm to sit you up. 

You’re jelly until he kisses you. You can taste yourself on his mouth, sweet and sour with the mix of his cigarettes and it’s intoxicating. You can feel his slick fingers on your thigh as he uses it as a crutch to push himself off the floor. When he stands, his groin is right in your eyeline and now he’s not half-hard. Fuck, he’s bulging. You watch as his hands undo his belt and tear it through the loops of his jeans before he’s unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans right in front of your face. He steps back a little to let the remainder of his clothes pool on the floor, but then he’s stepping out of them and back towards you and you can’t help but reach out and take his cock in your hand. 

You look up at him, head thrown back with his eyes closed in pleasure. Your name drops from his lips as you continue working him with your hand, you’re just about to take him into your mouth when he speaks, “How do you want me?” 

It’s a crime that he’s making you choose because fuck, you want him in every way. You want him to fold you in half and pound into you, you want him to take you from behind whilst he uses his fingers on your clit, you want him to wake you up in the morning with kisses to your neck whilst he buries himself inside you from the side. 

“Can I ride you?” You ask quietly. 

“Querida, there’s a gun downstairs,” He speaks, settling himself down on his bed on his back, before he’s guiding you to straddle his hips, “If I ever say no to that, I want you to use it on me, okay?” 

You’re laughing, because it’s dramatic, but it cuts the tension with a knife. You’re both still laughing to each other when you’re shifting your hips and using your hand to line him up with your tight heat. He’s big, there’s no beating around the bush here, and as you sink down slowly onto him, his hands on your hips to guide you, you don’t think you’ve ever felt so full. 

You’re throwing your head back and breathing out his name as he bottoms out, hearing a similar moan from him as you start grinding your hips. He’s using his hands on your hips to guide you and the friction inside of you in addictive. You think if you could spend the rest of your days like this then you would give up everything to do so. 

“Fuck, hermosa, you look fucking incredible like this.” Javi purrs from underneath you, it makes your heart swell because no-one ever said things like this to you before. 

You continue to grind against him until he’s holding your hips still and bringing his knees up, settling them against your backside. He lifts you up a little off his cock, with a strength you’d never witnessed before, and then he’s fucking up into you, cock punching as deep into you as you think you can take it, his balls slapping against your ass. 

“Ohmygod, fuck Javi,” You’re squealing, putting your hands on top of his knees to keep you steady, “I think you’re… oh god… I think you’re gonna make me cum again.” 

You look down and he’s looking up at you, grinning like a devil, because he’s got you so close to the edge, cock hitting a spot within you that feels like heaven and hell mixed into one, “Go on, querida, come for me.” 

His husky voice is what does it. You’re clenching down on him as you call out his name. His hands on your hips keeping you upright as dark spots cloud your vision, “God, what I wouldn’t give to hear that every second of the day.” He groans as he flips you onto your back in one smooth move. 

He’s still buried deep inside you, one hand brushing sweat-soaked hair from you face, the other gripping to your ass as he lifts your hips to meet him. He’s slowed but you can tell from the way his hips stutter into your own that he’s close. 

“Where do you want me?” He whispers into your ear. 

Everywhere, is what you want to say. Paint me, cover me, mark me as yours, is all you can think. What you say is, “Wherever you want.” 

You think you see his mouth open to answer you, but it’s too late. He’s pulling out of you, fisting his cock two, three times, and then he’s painting your skin with his spend. Thick ropes of cum cover your tummy as he's growling into your ear, collapsing next to you when he’s given you everything he’s got. 

When you lie there next to him, his cum drying on your abdomen, his mouth still kissing at the skin of your neck, you think you should feel guilty. Guilty that you broke your vows, guilty that you’ve let a man other than your husband touch you. Guilty that you did so without a second thought. Guilty that he didn't once cross your mind. There isn’t an ounce of guilt within you. You lean into his kisses and thank the Lord for bringing him back, for bringing him back to you, because you know this right here? This is happiness. 

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[triptychofvoids]

First things first, I love your head cannons and the way you draw it's very very crunchable, now the question, do you have any science party head cannons? That's all, thank you!! :3c

thank you i appreciate it!! and yes i have a few im normal about them <- foaming at the mouth btw

you know the drill theyre going under the cut in case it gets long

someone made a post about this already i think and i dont remember who but medic and engineer would be so good at parallel play. theyre both content to be in the lab or in the workshop doing their own thing just alongside each other, maybe occasionally dragging the other over to look at what theyre working on either to show it off or get feedback of some kind. they both find each others work to be fascinating even if they dont completely understand it, and on the occasion they combine their knowledge to work on something together it always ends up being Really Fucking Cool and fun for them, regardless of whether or not it ends up being something successful. thats their idea of a date. parallel play working on fucked up and evil science stuff

out of all the mercs, engineer and heavy strike me as the ones that would do most of the cooking. not that the others cant cook (although i think some of them would need supervision....) but most of the time they just dont really want to, and besides theyd both be very good at it. but anyway engie would know about medics sensory issues and him being picky about certain foods and hed always try to make meals everyone will enjoy. if there is something in a dish that he knows medic wont like then he will either mess with the recipe a bit in order to exclude it or will just make it on the side so everyone else can have some but medic wont have to deal with it.

medic uses a weighted blanket and likes to hold onto things in his sleep as well so anytime they share a bed engie gets compressed into a jpeg. this is sometimes avoided because it isnt uncommon for engie to pull an all-nighter or for medic to wake up freakishly early so sometimes medic will already be asleep and/or will get up before him but still, its like a hydraulic press in there

like i said about engie knowing about medics sensory issues and whatever else, sometimes on the battlefield if medic is starting to get overwhelmed he will fall back to a dispenser and engie will shoo anyone else off to go find a health kit instead so medic can get just a few brief moments of peace

they have the kind of relationship where neither of them ever get bored of each others company and neither of them ever run out of things to talk about. which is very cool and awesome for them and sort of boring and awful for anyone else who might get stuck in a room or a car with them for any extended period of time

medics love language, platonic or otherwise, can be best described as 'all of the above'. hes very affectionate and bitey and he isnt always very good at communicating that he cares but he tries to convey it through things like weird gifts (like how a cat brings back dead animals), surgery and medical evaluation, talking a whole lot and hoping it counts for something, acts of service but he can only kill and dissect, etc. and engie somehow has the patience to put up with it. engie is big on acts of service and words but it doesnt matter because medic saps up any and all affection he is given like an infinite sponge and then tries in his own deranged way to return it tenfold

also. i think shipping these two is so funny because at first glance it might look like medic is the feral one and engie is the responsible one but then you look again and the roles have switched. and then you look a third time and theyre actually both a little unhinged. anything in the name of science

[galacticgrunt155]

Look. I'm gonna be honest with you: I wasn't planning to tell you this because frankly you're kind of an asshole and you'd use it against me if you felt like it. I mean.... you've literally demonstrated on multiple occasions that you're not above trying to inflict as much emotional damage as possible below the belt because you're hurt.

THE FACT THAT THERE'S AN INTERPOL AGENT INFILTRATING YOUR RANKS IS A MAJOR RED FLAG. You're in a cult, and I would fucking know. Religion, science, doesn't matter what they use to convert you, it's all the same. I am literally watching the very familiar cult tactics of emotional abuse in real time. You think I didn't try to make excuses for how banged up I was back then? Plasma was my fucking family. The only one I had. And they'd convinced me that I was fundamentally unlovable without them. Our uniforms hid the bruising anyways.

You have a chance to get out. However, watching you is like seeing a train wreck in motion, and I'm pretty sure you're going to report Looker to your superiors because they've convinced you that they can solve any problem. (They've convinced you that you're the problem. Tell me honestly one time they have apologized to you. They haven't, have they.)

Are you seriously okay with what you know they'll do to him if they catch him?

Just... give it a test run or something. Tell Looker you'll go to the hospital, but if he tries to force you into anything, the deal's off.

@gotta-pet-em-all

... I...

You're... Right. I would have. Used that against you.

I still want to now, but it feels. Off.

I know that Interpol being involved is not a good sign. But it, it has to be a mistake. Some sort of mix up. That's why I need to tell the Boss, so he can smooth it all out with them, and if there are people who really do what Looker accused us of, we can kick them out for hurting others when our mission is to help others. I'm not doing this to punish the man for talking to me - I already bit his hand. I will say, he had an astounding amount of patience to talk to me with a level-head after that. And I... I mean, would they really harm an Interpol agent? We just... Need to prove we mean no harm. That's all. And we can't do that if what we're doing now makes people think otherwise.

[missielynne]

CBS Ghosts Reviews: A Traveling Agent

I found the penultimate episode of this season to be delightful. Pete discovering his super awesome power completely on accident (I agree with Alberta that he got his power because he was a travel agent who never traveled and here's his chance now, but I also think it's fun that they gave one of the most practical ghosts one of the most practical and useful powers.) And plus, Isaac and Nigel had the perfect shocked looks when Pete went over the ghost boundary.

As I said before, I applaud the writers for trying to give us Pete and Jay bonding time, but it was obvious that Jay would lose him, although through no fault of his own since he has no way to see or communicate with Pete the way Sam can, and for Pete's first trip, the three of them should have gone and worked out a system if possible for Jay to be able to see or otherwise communicate with Pete away from Sam.

However, Jay's descriptions of where he went after he left Pete were just SO Jay and SO funny (especially Sas and Hetty's different reactions to hearing about all the fast food Jay is consuming, *especially* Hetty's "You are a *chef*, sir!") I also loved how Pete not wanting to go on errands with Jay reminded her of her butler not wanting to go out during the consumption outbreak of '84. They gave her some funny lines in this episode!) Also, Sas saying that all the fast food means Jay is living his best life definitely puts him in position as Pete's second ghost friend and I would like to see more development of this relationship in the future.)

I always love to be taken to new places and see what sorts of ghosts are outside of Woodstone and I think the deal mart or whatever they called it did not disappoint. I *love* that they had trampled Black Friday shoppers as ghosts, who seemed like really lovely people on top of it. That poor woman has to carry the tv around for all time now but let it be a lesson to her. And I love the guy's ghost power to make people forget why they were in aisles.

Deal Mart after Dark was intense, and was I surprised that they actually gave us a ghost with a Cleaver in his brain like something out of Ghost Whisperer or the Sixth Sense? Yes I was, and no wonder Pete was terrified. I would have been too. Especially since at first I thought they would be nice like the fish in the tank in Finding Nemo but...nope. Thank goodness for Gloria and her TV holding them off.

I was a little worried for him when he was out there in the dark but as Hetty says, he has a good sense of direction and other skills from scouting that got him home, so that's good. (I wonder how he doesn't know who Barack Obama and Eli Manning are, though. I realize he died in '85 and has never left the mansion since but I'm sure Sam's had the TV on or that it's just generally been on with them talked about on it. Or not? Or did he just not pay attention? Curious thing.)

Loved seeing him mad when he finally got back because as someone who's a bit of a homebody, sometimes it DOES feel weird when I got out to somewhere other than work and it takes time to get acclimated in ways that more outgoing, outdoorsy people wouldn't understand. So I was glad to hear him say something. (I also loved him smelling the s'mores, that was funny.) And Sas' "Describe a bus" and Isaac describing a fire truck instead was just one of my favorite parts.

Also, making them all a throple was an interesting way to resolve Flower/Thor/Nancy and I'll be interested to see how their different personalities all play out, although I've lost faith in Thor being genuinely compelling in a romantic relationship and would much rather just see Flower and Nancy doing something but who knows what's gonna happen with that?

All in all a good episode, like I said, and now we have a wedding to prepare for next week (hopefully interrupted by Patience the Feral Puritan, please, please, please!) Also I really am nervous about the cliffie that Asher Grodman said we're gonna see. It's gonna be even more intense than the season two cliffie. I'm just gonna prepare to cry or be outraged. I don't know about the rest of you. Cheers!

[msnihilist]

So... fairies?

YES!! Sammy, I love you 🥺

I have five (5) Fairly Oddparents WIPs right now, but I'll only talk about one of them with this ask otherwise we'd be here all damn day.

This one in particular is a Nicktoons Unite fic! I got the idea by spitting ideas back and forth on my Discord server with a fellow Nicktoons enthusiast.

WIP to be named later + more tags to come.

This one is 100% going to be a long oneshot. 10k words at the minimum. The summary is already good to give y'all a basic idea, but this fic is mostly about the evil clone team being close (they are all worried about one of their own being injured, in their own ways) and exploring Timmy's thoughts as he's shown this vulnerable side of his enemies.

Here's a preview:

Timmy narrowed his eyes. "...What's the catch?"

Isaac's eyebrow twitched. "The 'catch' is that if you keep wasting my time, I'm going to shoot you with a tranquilizer gun and haul you there myself, anyway."

Cosmo finally spoke up, "Why didn't you do that to begin with?"

Isaac took a deep breath to calm himself. "Because," he said with as much patience as he could muster, which wasn't a lot, "fighting you would be more trouble than it's worth. I need you alive and, ideally, healthy. If I kidnapped you, I would have to deal with keeping you locked up and also manage a way to subdue your holograms so that they don't come after you. Not to mention, I have no idea what monitoring systems Jimmy might have on you or in your room. If he detects that you're in distress, he would come to help, and the last thing I need is to deal with him, too." Isaac rolled his eyes. "Besides," he continued before Timmy could respond, "I don't need to kidnap you. We both know that you're going to come with me."

"Oh, really? And why's that?" Timmy felt the urge to refuse, just to be difficult. 

"Isn't it obvious?" Isaac smiled, and it was... weird. It wasn't a smirk or a sneer. It wasn't even smug. It was almost tired. "Because you're the good guy," he said, like it was just that simple.

Maybe it was, because Timmy hesitated. 

...It sounded serious. And even if it wasn't, Timmy didn't want his evil counterpart to die. He didn't want anyone to die.

Wanda shook her head. "Don't," she told Timmy, her voice firm. "Whatever happens to him isn't your fault."

But wasn't it sort of his fault if he had the chance to help and he didn't do anything?

It's partly also based on this headcanon I have that Nega-Timmy counts as a magical being, since he's a physical wish. His body won't accept non-magical blood, and luckily, Timmy is not only a perfect match, but has enough latent magic inside of him due to constantly hanging around two fairies that NT's body will accept a blood transfusion from him.

I am very excited about the medical stuff I researched for this fic, as well as the emotions and the friendship I'm going to be writing! I can't wait until I have the free time to really dig into this one. There's not even a friendship tag on AO3 for the evil clones! What a shame.

[bouncykhotchillipeppers]

Welcome back to another special edition of my astrological chart readings… Today we have Seonghwa.

✦ Disclaimer I do not know him personally, no harm intended, others may interpret differently. I’ve been studying astrology for six years, and I take this seriously and try my best. Feel free to ask any questions you have! This is not a full chart reading, just a couple of interesting things for his birthday.

✦ Sun, Mercury Rx, Mars, Saturn conjunction, Sun conjunct Midheaven in Aries (Tenth House) Quick rundown, when I found out that if you swap the characters in his given name (성화 seong-hwa to become 화성 hwa-seong) and it means Mars, well… Aries is ruled by Mars. They’re inherently connected in astrology as they have the same energy. And he has four planets and his Midheaven all in Aries, which is crazy! Things that seem fated.

Back to the actual analysis. Stelliums, or three or more planets in one sign, are common occurrences. He has two stelliums, one in Aries (Sun, Mercury, Mars, Saturn) and one in Aquarius (Venus, Uranus, Neptune).

There is an overall need to be noticed—he wants to be recognized for whatever he achieves, and he will achieve things because he’s determined enough to and has the iron-clad will to get him through any trials he will come across. Despite this need to be noticed, the Aries Sun thriving in the spotlight, he has a penchant for being sensitive to how others perceive him, thanks to Saturn being here as well. What others say about him matters. He wants to conform, yet he wants to rebel. It will take a while for him to come out of his shell, but when he does, it’s wonderful.

That Mars-Saturn conjunction is the most interesting because it’s the most powerful, the domicile Mars overpowering the exiled Saturn. Someone who is simultaneously afraid of conflict yet constantly testing his will in extreme situations. Impulse vs steadfastness. There are many ways this can be interpreted, though for brevity I will say that part of him will always need to let his individuality out, his need for independence, and there’s a battle against authority going on inside of him at all times.

Mars-Saturn sesquiquadrate Pluto, the patience and depth is astounding… Endurance, survival, in it for the long run. When he devotes himself, he devotes everything he has. He’s all in. He doesn’t know how to do things halfway.

Mercury-Mars conjunction, a quick thinker, though with Mercury in retrograde, it may come out unplanned or not as it should be taken. A little witty, a little silly… Bored easily.

Sun sextile Uranus makes him open to being a little quirky and odd, more willing to associate himself with people who don’t fit in, and that Venus placement emphasizes this, too.

✦ Moon in Cancer (Twelfth House) This is his chart ruler, an overpowering presence in his chart. Moon rules over what is secure, emotions and the presence in the home. Whatever is in 12H bleeds into the collective consciousness—your feelings are his feelings, and he isn’t sure where yours end and his begin. Extremely sensitive to whatever and whoever is around him. There needs to be a…refined aspect to this though. He doesn’t like to deal with anything too unpleasant if he doesn’t have to. It’s good that he has the Aries and Aquarius to offset this, the doers of the zodiac, otherwise he could get too stuck in his own head and avoid confrontation altogether in order to keep the peace. I suppose one could also associate this placement with someone who lives in a chaotic home, many unplanned things happening all at once, though it could also mean someone who wants to maintain a perfect home, perhaps in spite of the chaos. Since Moon and Cancer both are associated with the mother, this could also mean an idealization (12H) of all motherly or homely things.

✦ Venus in Aquarius (Eighth House) I sort of covered this when I did Hongjoong’s chart reading a month ago, but it’s likely that Seonghwa runs very hot and cold with people, very either/or. Venus doesn’t naturally like to be here. He has a lot of walls… Once you’re in his circle, you’re in it permanently—unless you betray him somehow, which would be the ultimate offense. Very protective over others. Uranus in 7H emphasizes the hot-cold of his personality, though he has 7H of one-on-one relationships in Capricorn and 11H of friendships in Taurus, so whatever friendships and relationships he does have are long term. He probably likes to give gifts of some kind to others, an exchange of sorts. “I do this for you, you do this for me.”

✦ Final thoughts Seonghwa is a very passionate and devoted person. He simultaneously wears his heart on his sleeve but keeps his cards close to his chest… Everything must surface eventually though.

I don’t talk about parents because I do not wish to speculate, but I do feel like he’s very similar to his mother in a lot of ways due to all of the planets in tenth house and his Ascendant being in Cancer.

Thank you for reading! You can check out my other chart readings on my blog or on Twitter.

[sundimus]

My first contribution to the @ninjago-valentine-exchange event!

Nya/Pixal A - 2,010 words This fic is paired with this artwork by @juniperjellyfish! Check it out! :)

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As a child, Nya never really cared much for flowers.

There was no reason for her to, even if her parents owned the town's flower shop. They were small, insignificant, and Nya was too busy laughing and running away from her older brother to care if she stomped on them in her path or not. It was the childish whimsy of feeling invincible while only focusing on the present and what's right in front of you without sparing a glance to the world around you.

But, for some reason, her parents cared about the flowers. She remembers her father spending hours in the shop arranging and rearranging the floral arrangements and decorations until they suited whatever mood he wanted in the store that day, and she remembers her mother having book upon book about flowers and their practical uses, like recipes or medicines, and especially the different flower language meanings of them scattered around Ninjago. She also remembers them trying to steer Nya and her brother away whenever they'd get too close to the plants while playing.

Her and Kai didn't share that kind of love for flowers like their parents did – at least when they were younger. Back then she didn't fully understand how important they were to her parents, but now as an adult she does, because a part of her feels the same way.

But then their parents died, and instead of selling the place as soon as Kai was old enough to do, he threw himself completely into the work. He read all the books, he studied the best kind of flower arrangements, he kept up with the store's reputation for being the best flower shop this side of Ninjago and then some.

And growing up, how could Nya refuse to help her brother with it? This was just as much her store as it was her brother's and she didn't want to watch him take on all of the responsibilities alone. And over time she had grown to appreciate flowers in a way that would make her parents proud. They represent love, or kindness, or understanding. They allow Nya to say things that she'd have a hard time saying otherwise. They deserved better than to get stomped on without a second thought.

Her thoughts get grabbed by the jingle of the front door bell, and she resists a groan. As much as she likes working in her store, dealing with customers is something better left to Kai in general as she has very little patience compared to him and, in general, is a much more hotheaded person.

But it's not the end of the world, so she steels herself, puts on her best customer service smile, turns around and –

Oh, it's just Kai's boyfriend Cole, that's nothing new he comes here everyday. But what is new, and who she finds her eyes instantly gravitating towards, is the friend Cole decided to bring along with him.

"Hey, Nya!" Cole greets her as the girl behind him follows him inside. "Kai's in the back?"

She nods and moves from behind the counter up toward the two of them. Quickly pointing behind her to the back hallway she says "Yeah, he's just sorting through a shipment that came in today, so you can go see him if you want. Who's your friend?"

Nya looks at her. She's beautiful. A robot with the softest gray synthetic hair fibers she's ever seen, and the brightest glowing green eyes. She can see the purple wiring of her spread around like constellations. The only other robots she's seen were Zane and his brothers, Cryptor and Echo, and, in her humble opinion, none of them were quite as pretty as the bot standing right in front of her.

And she's also aware she's been staring too long. It's a good thing she's not easily embarrassed, otherwise her cheeks might be a tad flushed right now. The girl respectfully and politely nods her head. "My name is Pixal Borg. It is a pleasure to meet you."

Pixal Borg? Daughter of Cyrus Borg, creator of Borg Industries?

"This place is a long way away from Ninjago City," Nya comments before she could help herself. "Ignacia doesn't get a lot of city tourists."

Pixal laughs, a soft and twinkling sound. "I'm aware. I'm just traveling with Cole for the week to different places outside of Ninjago City." Nya notices when she says his name that Cole isn't around anymore. Of course he'd take the first chance he could to sneak away and see Kai.

Nya cracks a small smile. Oh well, it works in her favor. "Needed to take a break from it?"

Pixal's eyes seem to dim a warm glow. "You could say that."

"Well, you picked a good place if you want to see a more calmer side of the island. There's really not much here other than farm fields and the few markets and stores around town. Not very interesting compared to the city, honestly."

They both idly walk over to one of the flower display cases to look at the flowers inside of it. It's full of a wide variety of different kinds of flowers, all ranging in various sizes and colors and meanings. A little known fact about this particular case that only the siblings know is that Kai's favorites are on the left side of the case while Nya's are on the right side. She can also see that they're all healthy at the moment, but she needs to water them soon.

"I would beg to differ," Pixal says as she leans down to look at the case better. Nya watches as Pixal's eyes narrow in on a vase in it full of daffodils. On the right side.

Daffodils. The language associated with them is "New Beginnings".

Pixal catches her eyes in the glass and smiles at her as she continues.

"I happen to think you are much more interesting compared to the city already." This time Nya does blush, but leans marginally closer to her.

She reaches over to open the case and carefully takes out the vase of daffodils. Standing straight, she gently hands over the vase to a surprised Pixal.

"Flirting isn't going to lower your price," Nya says, completely lying to herself. "I might have half a mind to raise it instead."

If Pixal is able to call her bluff she doesn't show it as she beams and takes the flowers offered to her.

"I would hope I didn't get a lowered price amount on these. They are positively gorgeous. I would rather pay three times the market price for what appears to be the best flowers on the island."

This time Nya laughs. "Okay, sure. I'll give you that one."

Nya walks over to the counter with Pixal following close behind. Instead of immediately ringing up the sale of the daffodils, Nya motions for her to set the vase down on the counter so her hands could be free.

She stares at the vase for a moment before looking back up and asking "Did you actually want these? I hope I didn't just assume you did and then accidentally strongarm you into taking them."

Pixal nods and grins. "I was looking at these, yes. They're what I hoped to see when I came in here."

"Are daffodils your favorite flower?" They're a good choice of flower for sure, though not as popular. Kai's favorite flower is ghost orchids for no other reason than the name sounding cool and it looking pretty, while Nya herself has never been partial to picking a favorite. It sounds basic to her, but it's true. It's hard for her to pick a favorite flower.

"They are," Pixal answers. "They give me a small sense of hope whenever I look at them. Which coincides with something I read somewhere that said that they represent rebirth – a sign of spring and of new things to come. A fitting description, in my humble opinion."

"New beginnings."

Pixal tilts her head slightly in question. "New beginnings?" "New beginnings," Nya nods, repeating it. "That's what the flowers mean. Every flower has their own meaning to it. Flower language, if you've heard of that."

"I have heard of that. Unfortunately it is not something I have in my data banks, so I'm not as well versed in it as you are, I'm afraid. But, like I said, it is a fitting description. I quite like that."

"Don't worry, most people don't know this kind of stuff. I mean, the only reason I do really is because I've inherited my family's flower shop, and even then if it wasn't for the fact that I like flowers so much I probably wouldn't know much about it either. My brother is much more naturally into this stuff than I am."

Pixal nods again in understanding. "My father is really interested in technology, and I've grown adapted to that topic because of him. I can relate."

"I've heard. Didn't your dad make pretty much all of Ninjago City highly technologically advanced?"

Pixal's eyes glow a bit brighter. "He did! He helped advance a lot of Ninjago, but Ninjago City has experienced its massive modern advancement – technological wise – because of him."

Nya heard about that as well. It makes sense for the biggest city in all of Ninjago to go through a change like that, but she didn't grow up in the city. Sure, she's into mechanics and stuff like that which are always advancing the same way, but being surrounded by constant lights and flashy signs sounds more of a headache to her than anything.

She's not going to tell Pixal that, though. She's just musing to herself.

"My dad used to be a weapons salesman," Nya says in return. "One day, he came across my mother in this very shop tending to her flowers. He wanted to ask if she needed a weapon but, according to him, he was so smitten with her at first sight that he fumbled and dropped all the weapons he was carrying."

"Oh no!" "One of the weapons hit a table full of vases. To my dad's credit, the weapons he made were very good. The blade of it sliced the table right in half, and all the vases fell and collapsed."

"Oh no!"

Nya starts laughing a bit as she remembers how her father would tell the story, his arms waving around in dramatics and her mother giggling about it in the background. "Luckily, my mom found the whole thing absolutely hilarious. He helped her clean up the whole mess for the rest of the day, and once night time came he asked her on a date. She said yes and the rest was history."

"That's such a lovely story," Pixal comments. "My own father doesn't care much for romance. He's much happier just building new things and figuring out things to build by himself."

Nya hums. She could definitely relate to the building aspect of it. She's a pretty good mechanic, if she does say so herself.

"What about you?" She asks.

Pixal blinks. "What do you mean?"

"What makes you happy?"

Pixal takes a moment to think. "I was built to help people. I am the administrative assistant in Borg Industries, so I suppose I am happiest and calmest when I'm able to help someone with any kind of problem they might have."

She then turns toward the daffodils sitting on the counter. "But, personally? I've always liked flowers."

Nya's smile turns warm. "Well, you've certainly come to the right place."

Out of all the shops in Ignacia, she isn't sure why Pixal Borg decided to step into the quaint little flower shop nestled across the hill. Could be her following Cole around like she said, or it could be something simpler like merely wanting to stop and smell the pretty and small and insignificant plants.

And if that's the case, then Nya seemed to have found yet another reason to appreciate flowers.

She's glad Pixal feels the same way too.

[lunarrolls]

polymorph, chetney, and ashton. i know the prompt list was hurt/comfort but honestly go as silly as u want with this one

this is literally the best prompt ever i think. i had far too much fun with it. ashton and chetney are already two of my favs, especially when put together, and then you throw in the ULTIMATE SHENANIGANS KNOWN AS POLYMORPH? absolutely FLAWLESS. they’re so stupid. i love it. banana you’re the best

•

Polymorph is a fourth level transmutation spell on the bard, druid, sorcerer, and wizard spell lists.

This spell transforms a creature that you can see within range into a new form. An unwilling creature must make a Wisdom saving throw to avoid the effect. A shapechanger automatically succeeds on this saving throw.

The creature is limited in the actions it can perform by the nature of its new form, and it can’t speak, cast spells, or take any other action that requires hands or speech.

The target’s gear melds into the new form. The creature can’t activate, use, wield, or otherwise benefit from any of its equipment. This spell can’t affect a target that has 0 hit points.

•

Ashton stood with the handle of their hammer between the doorknob and the jamb, trying their damndest to keep their pursuers from breaking the thing down completely. Their muscles strained as they leaned all of their not insignificant rocky weight on the door.

“Any fucking day now, Chetney,” he gritted out, scowling in the gnome’s general direction.

“Shut up! This shit takes time,” the old man snapped back, flipping him off as he picked the lock on the desk. “No goddamn patience.”

“Oh, by all fucking means, take your time!” Ashton said, pointedly staring at him as one of the crew (probably the damn goliath, the way the door nearly buckled under the strike) slammed against the door and nearly sent him flying across the room. “I don’t know what I was thinking!”

“Finally getting some appreciation from you,” Chetney sniffed as the lock clicked open. “See what happens when you shut your mouth?”

“Just grab the fucking necklace so we can get the fuck out, Chet,” Ashton snapped without any real heat. They were actually sort of worried this crew was gonna start using weapons to break open the door, and they preferred their body un-skewered.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m working—oh,” Chetney said, going very still.

“What?” Ashton demanded, his gaze whipping over to where Chetney stood. “Hells, Chet, what could be so—“

His sentence was interrupted by a loud popping noise, followed by a strange green arcane blast. Ashton’s first thought was fuck, a trap that bastard forgot to disarm, as they ducked and covered their head, trying to avoid whatever magic was just released by Chetney’s incompetence. When they opened their eyes again a fraction of a second later, they were not greeted with the familiar sight of a crotchety old gnome. In the gnome’s place, a small, furry mammal wrapped in leathery wings and sporting massive brown ears sat, blinking confusedly. A fruit bat, Ashton thought.

The good news was that nobody could take the necklace from Chetney now. Ashton didn’t see it anywhere in his little hand-talon-wing appendages. So that was good.

The bad news was that, in his surprise, Ashton had stopped leaning against the door as much, and now those fuckheads were seriously about to slam him across the entire damn room if he didn’t move in the next two seconds.

Quickly, they stumbled to their feet, snatching their hammer from where it was wedged—protecting the room was a lost cause at this point, they’d already gotten what they came for, even if it turned the old man into a fucking fruit bat, apparently, what the fuck—and the small, furry form of what was probably Chetney Pock O’Pea from the carpeted office floor just as the goliath smashed the door in half with her polished battle axe.

“Greymoore!” she bellowed, leveling her axe with Ashton’s face. “Nowhere to run, fuckhead. It’s just us now.”

“You underestimate the shit I’m willing to do to not have to deal with your bad breath,” Ashton said, immediately feeling like a twelve year old for the stupid taunt. The feeling was pushed to the back of his mind as he assessed his options.

“I don’t think I’m underestimating shit,” the goliath snarled, her friends (the fucking sneaky little katari who ratted him out and the elf with the bow who’d tracked him, dammit) fanning out behind her, “considering the shit you pulled to avoid paying me back.”

“Listen, I forgot about that. Genuine mistake. I can get the gold to you soon, promise,” Ashton said. He did kind of mean it, too, but mostly he was just trying to figure out how the fuck he was supposed to get out of this second story room. The original plan was to have Imogen fly up and get them if anything went wrong, but she hadn’t arrived yet, probably because Ashton had held the door instead of signaling for her. He hadn’t accounted for several random people who he’d apparently cheated out of a small fortune in a gambling house a couple years ago showing their stupid faces again, sue him. Honestly, he hardly remembered even playing a game with them. He’d cheated a lot of people out of money in that gambling house.

Besides the point. The bat in his arms seemed displeased. Ashton was very displeased, also, so Chetney wasn’t fucking unique in that regard.

They clutched the small animal tighter, realizing the only possible escape.

There were rooftops close to the study they were standing in. Ashton was gonna have to jump out of a goddamn window again, because that had gone so well for him last fucking time. Couldn’t get enough of window jumping.

Chetney seemingly realized what he was about to do before he did it, squeaking loudly in surprise, or maybe warning, but Ashton never listened to Chetney even when he could speak and he certainly wasn’t about to start listening to him now that he could squeak.

He hastily stuffed the small bat into the pouch around his leg, slung his hammer over his shoulder, and sprinted for the window.

“Hey!” the goliath shouted behind him, taken aback by his decisiveness, but Ashton was already on the windowsill, catapulting themself out into the air.

For a horrifying moment, they were suspended there, mid-leap, left to briefly wonder if this was how they’d fallen off that stupid balcony. Then, gravity took hold, and they started on the gradual arc of descent.

Randomly, they found themself annoyed that Orym hadn’t been sent on this mission as Chetney’s bodyguard. He was certainly more likable and far less likely to have a group of people out for his blood for doing literally nothing (in the past two years) to piss them off, and he had those magic boots that let him leap jumps like this no problem. Ashton had fucking nothing.

They didn’t bother to pray, just brace themself as they fell and hope that either their feet hit a solid rooftop or that they didn’t hit anything too horrible on the way down.

They immediately proceeded to drop like a stone (ha ha, they sarcastically thought to themself) and slam their head on the edge of the rooftop they’d tried to jump to. Their hands scrambled against the shingles, trying to find purchase, but of course, they were too heavy to get any traction, so down they went, straight onto the pavement.

Ashton yelped as they landed hard on their tailbone, probably fracturing it, and smacked the back of their head on the wall of the alley. Bat-Chetney protested in his pocket, squeaking as if to say, the fuck was that, Greymoore?

“Shut up, Chetney, hells,” Ashton growled, shakily standing up. They had to get the fuck out of here before that stupid gang caught up with them.

“Come on,” Ashton hissed, sprinting deeper into the alley. “We gotta blend in. We’ll find the others in a bit.”

He blended into the crowd as best he could when looking like he did, keeping his hood up and his head down and sticking to alleys until he was sure they’d lost their tail. Sighing and wincing, he roughly grabbed Chetney from his pouch and held him up, studying his new form.

“Gods,” they said, poking Bat-Chetney’s snout, “you’ve never looked better.”

The bat squeaked. Ashton snorted. “Don’t suppose you even understand me right now? Fuck, I’m trying to remember how this shit works. Fearne would know.”

Speaking of Fearne, Ashton had no idea where she was. Looking up, they realized they also had no idea where they were. They’d lost the tail, but in the process, it seemed like they’d also lost their allies.

Well. They’d be getting a strongly-worded message from Imogen, then. Hopefully she didn’t try to message Chetney. That probably wouldn’t go well right now.

Ashton did spend a little too long giggling at the idea of Imogen sending out her usual psychic brainwaves or whatever and just getting a bunch of confused bat noises back. That was probably what happened whenever she tried to message Chetney anyway, though, they reasoned.

•

Imogen was about done with their missing party members. She loved them to death, but gods, they were stupid sometimes.

They should have sent Orym with Chetney. Lord knows what possessed everyone to agree that Chetney and Ashton were the right people to discreetly grab that necklace. They’d managed to fool everyone into believing they were competent thieves, and now she was having her second infuriating psychic conversation from halfway across a city with Ashton.

The good news was that they weren’t dead or captured, and they’d gotten the necklace, but true to Ashton fashion, they’d managed to piss someone off and also turn Chetney into a bat, somehow. That did sound pretty funny, though, she had to admit. She hoped Chetney was still a bat when the duo was found.

Her hopes were dashed somewhat when F.C.G.’s locate creature spell led them to their friends, both in their respective humanoid forms, hiding out in the back of an ally.

“What in the hell were you two thinking,” Imogen demanded, waving her hands with the words. “That was supposed to be a quick smash and grab!”

“Well, it was!” Ashton smirked. “We’re here, aren’t we? And we have the necklace. We smashed, we grabbed. Good times were had by all. Now we can go get drunk off our asses to celebrate!”

Imogen massaged her temples. They had no goddamn business being that smug, considering the amount of magic she and Letters had burned trying to find them, but if she told them that, both Ashton and Chetney would get even more unbearably smug.

These two would fucking kill her one day if she didn’t kill them first.

“Fine, whatever,” she said, crossing her arms and turning to peer out of the alley, making sure nobody was paying attention to them. “Let’s just get out of here.”

“Where’s the necklace?” Fearne piped up, putting on her best innocent smile. It worked on exactly none of them, but it was funny to see her try. “I can hold onto it. For safekeeping, of course.”

“Of course,” Ashton agreed, smiling in that enabling way they often did when Fearne stole shit and leaning to fish the pendant from Chetney’s grasp.

“Ash, wait—“ Orym started, but he didn’t finish the sentence.

A green flash of light and a loud popping noise later, a very confused adolescent deer was standing with the Hells in the alley.

Chetney laughed so hard that he bashed his head on the wall.

Imogen was actually going to murder both of them as soon as Ashton turned back. Even though part of her was very happy at seeing her earlier wish fulfilled.

[cogentranting]

Ouatiw has as sort of its basis the idea that wishes (and to some extent magic in general) are a way of cheating the way that things are supposed to be, a shortcut. Wishes used poorly are about being willing to do whatever to get what you want. And then the villains are trying to go even one step farther, to break what few rules those wishes have to get their way. The genie's curse is framed in this way-- 'you have let your desires overrule the fates'. The big flaw is putting your desires before everything else.

But also the three laws of magic that Jafar and the Red Queen want to overthrow are each met in some way by the heroes. It's not that what the villains want is bad it is that they are willing to do anything to get it, and that most of the time, its not that their desires are totally out of reach otherwise, just that the path to them is harder.

Jafar and Alice want the same thing-- they want the love of an unjust father who withholds it. Jafar wants to use magic to force that. Alice ultimately gets that love from her father, through her steadfastness and patience and commitment to what she knows to be right (and it's acknowledged that she shouldn't have had to. Her father is wrong for making her prove herself when the love should have been given freely.) By contrast Jafar twists himself further and further to force that love and the Sultan hardens himself even more and dies remorseless.

The Red Queen wants to change the past and eventually as she returns to being Anastasia she does that, but not through magic. She doesn't wish away her mistakes, but she fixes them through repentance. And Will as the flip side of that-- also wanting to regain that past, and having to do so by just facing the pain, accepting his heart back. And once he has his heart back the way that they regain that lost past is not by undoing the past but by redeeming it through his act of forgiveness and grace to Ana.

And then Cyrus, who is not a villain but who jumpstarted everything by bringing back his dying mother at any cost (especially by risking his brothers to do so) is of course not ultimately able to bring back the dead, but has to actually face and accept her death, accept that sometimes his desires are not right and there is no way for him to have them. (This part is a little muddled by both Ana and Cyrus being brought back from the dead but you can kind of squint your eyes and go 'well there was something unjust and unnatural about their deaths because they died as a part of Jafar's upending of the natural order')

This same idea of it being wrong to pursue your desires at all costs, even when what you want is a good thing, is explored in smaller ways in multiple other episodes. Alice's test of being pure of heart where she chooses not to kill the queen, Will refusing to give the Caterpillar the Forget-me-Knot, Alice's temptation to stay in the Boro Grove, Will's choice to give up his heart (which is what ends up killing Lizard), the deal Will makes to bring the staff to Jafar. Over and over again probing the idea of what you would do to get what you want.

And notably, the wishes that don't go bad are all wishes made for other people-- Alice wishes to protect the knave, then her father, and then Will wishes to protect Alice.

[mixelation]

Akatsuki but ranked by how much I would want them as my lab partner, within the context of a college lab course with guided, pre-designed experiments (best to worst):

One. Hidan - Hidan is not good at lab work. He is not intellectually engaged with the assignment. But that's okay because I'm a control freak about this sort of thing and I want to just do everything myself. I will get us a good grade. Hidan will get things from the top shelf and shove people aside to get us first pick of shared supplies. Together, we will dominate the shared lab--

2. Kisame - Kisame's approach to lab classes is similar to Hidan's in that he's mostly there because he has to be, and he's okay with someone who's more experienced taking the lead. He's happy to get things off the top shelf. He's more willing than Hidan to do menial tasks like label tubes. (His smile becomes very strained when I try to micromanage even this, but also he holds his tongue.) Ranks lower than Hidan because I think his presence would mitigate some of my more unhinged qualities, and that would make a lab class more boring.

3. Kakuzu - Kakuzu doesn't know jack shit about science and will be equally willing to stand back as Hidan and Kisame. "Weird tiny woman does all the work" seems like a good deal to him. Ranks lower than Hidan and Kisame because there's a constant risk of me started stupid af conversations in lab and Kakuzu is much more likely to become abrasive in the face of that. Also more likely to get annoyed if I fuck something up.

4. Zetsu - Zetsu would be SO easy to boss around, except when he goes behind your back and fucks everything up. But I think the odds of this happening in the context of a college lab course is low, so it's a risk I'm willing to take.

5. Konan - Konan is much more to engage with the assignment than the four people above her. She is actually here to learn and she demands to participate in tasks. I have to walk myself back from micromanaging (which I am capable of doing), but she's otherwise pleasant and competent to work with.

6. Pein - He has? So many extra hands to boss around?? I am intrigued by this possibility. Drawbacks: Pein would not be very good at lab work, and I know from experience that having to keep an eye on more than one person is difficult and leads to mistakes. Also, while I think he would take input from someone more experienced than him, he's used to be an undisputed leader and might not take certain types of feedback very well. ESPECIALLY if the feedback is "you're using tape wrong."

7. Sasori - Sasori is actually good at lab work and understands the science behind it. His intellectual interests are more in how he can use said techniques in art, and he's not super thrilled about the lab course... but he will do it, and he will do it competently. He also wants to get through any given lab task as quickly as possible without sacrificing quality of work, and so he is also predisposed to being incredibly micromanage-y and overbearing. What I am saying here is that there's a looming and terrifying chance for a personality clash of the "too similar to budge, just different enough to not agree" variety. Sasori wants his lab partner to stand there and look pretty. I want my lab partner to stand there and look pretty and absorb whatever topic I want to tell them my opinion about for the day. Neither of us can reach the top shelf. Horrible.

8. Deidara - Deidara is a person who is highly driven by very intellectual interests and has high dexterity. His artistic interests have probably given him a good understanding of chemistry and physics. What I am saying is: Deidara has strong potential to be good at the lab course, except I don't think he has the patience or drive to engage with it the way the professor wants. He might settle for a HIdan-like role where he lets someone who cares more call all the shots. However, I think it's more likely he gets bored and takes all the lab supplies and runs a completely different experiment. It will likely be destructive and not OSHA-approved. He MIGHT be compelling enough to convince me this is a more fun/interesting thing to do than the actual assignment and get me on board, which is a terrifying thought. Would might a fun partner for a student-driven lab course where we design our own experiments, or as a partner doing independent research. Is a nightmare for the standard type of lab course in the scenario.

9. Itachi - Itachi is just as much a control freak as Sasori, except he doesn't know what he's doing, but also you will never convince Itachi he knows what he's doing. He'll get the ""correct"" or expected results via his insane methods, but his methods will not logically match the outcome, leaving you confused and upset, and Itachi further convinced that he's right and you don't know what you're doing. He will not be taking feedback, and he will make you get a stool to reach the top shelf. I would murder Itachi if we had to be lab partners.

BONUS RANKING: I usually don't put Orochimaru on these, but for this one I'd put him between Deidara and Itachi. Orochimaru could do the lab assignment in his sleep, but given he's not going to learn anything new from this type of lab course, he is going to turn to his partner for entertainment, and I am most entertaining when actively irritated. He is not going to be helpful. He is likely to be purposefully unhelpful. He will say just enough compelling and interesting things to keep you listening to him and then turn around and be the most infuriating person on earth. You will probably get an A because anything less would reflect poorly on him, but you will be a little confused about HOW you got it.

[capricioussun]

Void Stuff <3

From this prompt

• What’s the maximum amount of time your character can sit still with nothing to do?

Deceitfully, a long time. He’ll just meditate! It was an important practice he picked up to help him better “control” the void. Plus, patience was a big thing he had to learn after he started working in the mv. It’s much harder to help others with a short fuse and unchecked anxious energy.

• How easy is it for your character to laugh?

It’s very, very hard. Even getting an earnest smile from him can be difficult, depending on who he’s around. The most pretty much everyone, even true friends, have heard is a warm chuckle.

• How do they put themselves to bed at night (reading, singing, thinking?)

He puts it off as long as possible, then finds a safe place to sleep and…just sort of stares. At nothing. And tries to clear his mind. The mediation helped with this, and now he can usually fall asleep within 10 minutes.

• How easy is it to earn their trust?

Both easy and very difficult. Surface level trust, like, trusting someone not to stab him in the back, comes relatively easy to those he really feels are sincere, but true, deeper, will-confide-in-them trust comes much, much, much slower.

• How easy is it to earn their mistrust?

Fairly easy, but it rarely impacts how he’ll treat someone. Just be more…mindful, of them.

• Do they consider laws flexible, or immovable?

Completely flexible. He has his own form of justice and morality and acts on his own scale, never someone else’s.

• What triggers nostalgia for them, most often? Do they enjoy that feeling?

It’s a funny thing, doing a job where you meet strangers with your loved ones faces routinely. He is…ambivalent about it.

• What were they told to stop/start doing most often as a child

Stop staring, and to follow. He was an interesting child, who didn’t have much to say. Agreeable enough though!

• Do they swear? Do they remember their first swear word?

Not usually, no, and he certainly wouldn’t remember the first time he cursed.

• What lie do they most frequently remember telling? Does it haunt them?

That he didn’t care. And yes, often.

• How do they cope with confusion (seek clarification, pretend they understand, etc)?

Asks for clarification politely, if that doesn’t work just stands there, looking distinctly confused and possibly a little annoyed, depending on what’s confusing him.

• How do they deal with an itch found in a place they can’t quite reach?

He’s very flexible so this is not an issue!

• What color do they think they look best in? Do they actually look best in that color?

He’d say black but that’s a lie. He thinks he looks best in red, and it does look really nice on him! Though he might look a little better in dark purple…maybe.

• What animal do they fear most?

Rabbits. They are small and he is afraid of stepping on one.

• How do they speak? Is what they say usually thought of on the spot, or do they rehearse it in their mind first?

He speaks very…eloquently, usually, though sometimes it comes out a little more blunt/cold. Over time he’d gotten fairly good at being concise, but whether he’s thought about what to say first depends on what he’s talking about, and with whom he’s talking.

• What makes their stomach turn?

Not much I’ll be real with you. Well, anxiety. He won’t eat if he’s anxious, because it might make him sick but that’s not really what this question means lol

• Are they easily embarrassed?

Yes and no? Outwardly, no, not usually, but internally yes. He’s just good at masking it lol

• What embarrasses them?

Misunderstanding or not comprehending something, mostly. Being mocked for either of those things. Basically feeling ignorant embarrasses him, more than anything else. Also being seen as vulnerable.

• What is their favorite number?

67, but if asked he’d give a ridiculously long number (when feeling playful, otherwise he’d say he doesn’t have one).

• If they were asked to explain the difference between romantic and platonic or familial love, how would they do so?

He might struggle a little, take a moment to really think about it. Then respond with something perhaps a little wordier than he usually gets, about what feels right to you and who it is you love. His own views on them, just a little. It may come off surprisingly sappy.

• Why do they get up in the morning? 

To help others.

• How does jealousy manifest itself in them (they become possessive, they become aloof, etc)? 

Way more aloof. When he’s jealous, which is pretty rare, he tends to avoid whatever it is making him feel that way. Gets more quiet. Though doesn’t allow it to affect the way he treats anyone.

• How does envy manifest itself in them (they take what they want, they become resentful, etc)? 

He’s a longerer. He pines. Slowly, slowly it lessens from desire into a dull ache he can easily ignore. Though sometimes when reminded, it sends a pulse through that ache.

• Is sex something that they’re comfortable speaking about? To whom?

It depends really, though overall it’s less something he’s uncomfortable talking about and more so something he has zero interest in talking about. With anyone really.

• What are their thoughts on marriage?

It’s fine. He doesn’t really have a particularly strong opinion of it, especially given he doesn’t really pursue or entertain romance or anything, so it would never apply to him personally. Happy if others are happy, that’s about as far as the thought goes lol

• What is their preferred mode of transportation? 

Void teleportation. But he also likes trains 👍

• What causes them to feel dread?

Certain nightmares, being in a collapsing ‘verse, certain enemies, [REDACTED], if he thinks too long about how long he’s going to be alive

• Would they prefer a lie over an unpleasant truth? 

Truth truth TRUTH he hates unnecessary lies.

• Do they usually live up to their own ideals? 

He tries to. I’d say…mostly yes. Even if he doesn’t always feel that way.

• Who do they most regret meeting? 

Most? Probably [REDACTED]

• Who are they the most glad to have met?

Oooh I don’t know if he’d be able to answer that. He has a lot of friends he’s holds dear. Maybe, maybe… his Flowey or Frisk. Maybe.

• Do they have a go-to story in conversation? Or a joke?

Not necessarily a go to, but he has a few anecdotes he likes to share, or silly little jokes that almost always surprise a laugh out of whoever he tells it to (in confidence, of course, can’t have people going around knowing he has a sense of humor, after all).

• Could they be considered lazy? 

No lmao

• How hard is it for them to shake a sense of guilt?

Very, incredibly hard. He just carries it with him and it gets a little lighter over time.

• How do they treat the things their friends come to them excited about? Are they supportive? 

Of course! Even if he might not always understand, he’s a great listener <3

• Do they actively seek romance, or do they wait for it to fall into their lap?

Neither lol He’s mostly aroace, so it’s not really something he thinks about, and it would be. A bit complicated to maintain with his work schedule.

• Do they have a system for remembering names, long lists of numbers, things that need to go in a certain order (like anagrams, putting things to melodies, etc)?

Notebooks (lots of notebooks) :*) Or just repeating it over and over and over again in his head.

• What memory do they revisit the most often?

[REDACTED]

• How easy is it for them to ignore flaws in other people?

It depends heavily on the flaws! Though overall he tries not to be judgmental, especially given his own past.

• How sensitive are they to their own flaws?

Very! He hides this well though. Admittedly he’s not entirely aware of some, and views others as worse than they are.

• How do they feel about children?

Loves children! Even if he’d deny it, he super has a soft spot for them, looking after them, listening to them. Used to be much more awkward around him, but he’s gotten much more comfortable!

• How badly do they want to reach their end goal?

He doesn’t really…have one, exactly? Suppose thinking about it would make him feel dread, too haha…ha……

• If someone asked them to explain their sexuality, how would they do so? 

He would quirk a brow bone at them in confusion and ask why they’re asking. If given a good enough reason, would then answer than he doesn’t really have any preferences. That’s about it.

QUESTIONS FOR CREATORS

A) Why are you excited about this character?

He’s. Idk?? My blorbo. My sopping wet cat. I basically took some of my all time favorite character traits and stuffed them in one of my favorite characters agdhshjaf

I also feel (I hope) that his story is very interesting!! And that he himself is a complex, lovable, sometimes incredibly frustrating character!

B) What inspired you to create them?

Funnily enough, it was a total accident! I was imagining a sequence involving other characters, when a team of three multiverse traveling…helpers? Vigilantes? Idk, three “outcodes” arrived to help, two were already established characters of mine, but the third was some random new guy, a Fell Papyrus with solid black bones in a black, almost like…spacey/starry cloak who was a little sassy, but also levelheaded and obviously well intentioned. He had four arms and casted a like…void wall? To protect them? Immediately I latched onto him and had to come up with his lore, and things spiraled from there lol

C) Did you have trouble figuring out where they fit in their own story?

Nope! But that’s mostly because the story predominantly revolves around him agdjsja

D) Have they always had the same physical appearance, or have you had to edit how they look?

Pretty much!! I tweaked some things here and there but not much!

E) Are they someone you would get along with? Would they get along with you?

Hard to say honestly! I think I’d get along with him fine, but idk if he’d get along with me! I’m sure he’d be civil but I might annoy him agdjdhsj

F) What do you feel when you think of your OC (pride, excitement, frustration, etc)?

Love, sooo much love, and a little anger and insanity and I am shaking him I am shaking him

G) What trait of theirs bothers you the most?

His stubbornness oh my GOD. Stubborn, stubborn man, in ways he doesn’t even realize.

H) What trait do you admire most?

I admire the fact that he just keeps going. Despite despite despite, he will endure because he has to, because he loves, despite, he trusts, despite, he does not give up, despite given every reason to.

I) Do you prefer to keep them in their canon universe?

-looks into the camera-

J) Did you have to manipulate or exclude canon factors to allow them to create their character?

Yea :*) I fuck w/ canon all the time, but I like to believe he’s maintained more Papyrus-iness than one might expect…

[weekly-fandom-rambles]

Hellooooooooo I have a request!

What if the Demon brothers played monopoly? Who would win?

Board Game Brothers

Headcanons on what types of games would be the brother’s favorites.

Been having a rough time writing fics, so hope these headcanons will suffice. -S

*Obey Me Masterlist*

Lucifer

In dealing with mindless paperwork constantly, Lucifer has found a twisted sort of enjoyment in Management games.

Whether it’s because of the sense of control and power he gets, or because he is frighteningly good at it, Luci is a self-proclaimed master at these types of games.

This takes form in quite a few ways.

There’s the casual farming simulator on his D.D.D., which he optimized in no time flat.

Or the money-based board games he plays with his brothers.

Lucifer absolutely kills at Monopoly, to the point where it might as well be torture for the other players.

Everyone always tries to gang up on Luci, until he puts the tiniest amount of effort in and crushes his opponents.

The brothers have decided to only play Monopoly when MC is out of the house. Otherwise, there could be a major injury without them even playing the game.

Mammon

It might be because of his sin, but Mammon’s favorite games are those of chance.

Cards, dice, roulette, slots. All right up his alley.

However, it’s not just the incentive of money that makes them Mam’s favorite. (although that does sweeten the deal)

No, Mammon likes these games because of the statistics and psychology involved in them.

Understanding how your opponent thinks or what odds he has changes the games from chance into games of skill and patience.

Mammon is scarily good at understanding these kinds of tactics and using them to his advantage.

Not that it always works out in his favor.

And not like he could articulate that clearly to anyone else.

Leviathan

Of course, Leviathan’s favorite games are JRPGs

There are so many aspects of the game he can fall in love with.

There are characters and storylines that he can easily get immersed into.

There are stats, resources, and speed runs to optimize.

There are easter eggs and developer details he can gush over with other fans.

Levi can spend days invested in a single game and be the happiest demon in the world.

Only to have it swapped out with the next JRPG that catches his eye.

Even though he hates it, please remind him to touch grass.

Satan

Wow, a shocker. The book nerd likes visual novels. /sarcastic

But, no, seriously. Satan gets really into visual novels.

At first, he didn’t get it. Why clutter a perfectly good story with unnecessary game elements?

But just as Satan learned to like other media, he grew to find the additional elements charming.

How the music and visuals of the game serve to enhance the experience of the novel.

And especially the choice options, letting him enjoy the same story from multiple angles and multiple endings.

Satan tends toward more story-based visual novels rather than the relationship otome games.

Also likes the human world games over the Devildom games. (please don’t actually put him inside the game again)

Asmodeus

Asmodeus doesn’t play many games, but the ones he does play are often rhythm games.

It started with dancing games to stay in shape, but it progressed beyond that.

Asmo has one or two rhythm games on his D.D.D. that he plays when he’s not busy.

The main draw for him is the game’s music.

He gets to enjoy the music in his daily life, even if he doesn’t play the game constantly.

Despite being a “casual”, Asmo is shockingly good at all the rhythm games he plays.

Like, he put a high score on one of the arcade machines without breaking a sweat.

Levi is annoyed at Asmo’s effortless skill, but can’t really stay mad at him.

Beelzebub

Beelzebub is another who doesn’t game much, but his favorites are side scrollers.

They’re easy to get good at and fun to play.

Especially when he gets to play with other people.

Both in co-op multiplayer or switching competitive, Beel likes to have a friend to enjoy his gaming time with.

Super Devil Bros. is probably his favorite game, despite how hectic it gets.

Everyone’s yelling at each other and trying to outdo one another in-game, but they all get invested.

The common goal is enticing in the same way Fangol is for Beel, and he loves it.

That is until one of the controllers gets broken in a fit of rage.

Belphegor

Belphegor likes search games, like spot the difference or “find x number of object” games.

Firstly, it prioritizes mental power over actual gaming power (a plus for this lazy demon).

Second, the skillset has real-life benefits.

Someone misplaced something in the room? Belphie can see it in 0.5 seconds flat.

Also lets him have the best hiding spots, for his stuff and himself.

Third, and most important to him, he’s better than his other brothers.

He doesn’t gloat much, but when he does Belphie will rub it in Lucifer’s face so much it’s not even funny.

Hides all of Lucifer’s left shoes just to piss him off. Only the left ones. Luci takes 3 hours to find them all.

Requests are closed.

[lokescurse]

Hi.

i'm somehow curious, how many children canon Naoya wants with a wife that he loves? would he be a good father?

Hello! Sorry this took me so long to get around to, I got a new job and have been dealing with some stress regarding helping my cat adjust ^^; I got a little lengthy, so I'm putting this under a cut!~ Slight warnings for sexism and cruelty, but nothing in detail. Just Naoya Things™️

A completely canon-compliant Naoya, I think, would be a very difficult person to pin down for this sort of thing. I know that, even if someone doesn't experience emotional love, there's still room for cognitive perceptions of love, which I think would be more likely for Naoya. Cognitive love, as you can assume, is a little bit different from the standard emotional love. It's often perceived as less passionate/extreme, and not as influential on the person's other emotions, as well. Further, loving someone (passionately or otherwise) does not guarantee change/reform/betterment/etc. So I guess here the answer is...it depends. It depends on whether he feels motivated towards change after meeting someone he wants to keep around. Both 'Yes' and 'No' outcomes are possible for Naoya. He is both dismissive of the needs of women AND someone who seeks to impress & emulate people he admires. So, there are of course a myriad list of possible outcomes, but here are the main two I think of:

Love, but no reform: This version of Naoya would continue to prioritize himself and what he wants. He would know he enjoys and loves his wife to some capacity, but would not feel interested in changing his course in life to correspond with her comfort. Thus, he would probably follow in his father's footsteps with having as many children as possible for the sake of his legacy while his wife merely faded into the background, her opinion of it never taken into consideration. This version of Naoya is neither a good husband, nor a good father. He is absent, selfish, and just as sharp-tongued & wickedly cruel as ever. He may feel possessive of his family because he knows he loves them, but there otherwise isn't much indication that he cares. Bad Ending, most definitely.

Love with reform: This one would likely be difficult for everyone involved, but ultimately the better end. Growth is difficult, messy, and often not strictly linear. This is especially true for someone like Naoya who comes from a very chauvinistic and isolated background. Further, personal growth is harder the later in life you start it, but certainly not impossible. There will be things he never unlearns. One of them could very well be wanting children for the sake of some bloodline/legacy reason or another. Ideally, his wife would also want children, and they could work together through communication, patience, and mutual respect to understand both their limitations to settle on a number that works for both of them. Another thing he probably wouldn't completely outgrow is his desire to find a wife "suitable" to him. Classical sense of domesticity and all that. In the case of him loving someone like this, I think he could. He would, at the very least, likely feel the desire to reward them for their perceived goodness with his own. He would probably have a similar "reward system" with any children, as well, even if only at first. Ultimately, this is still toxic to some regard but, perhaps with time (time spent faaaar away from the rest of the Zenin men), an even ground could be found. Wouldn't call this goals, by any means, and I would not encourage anyone to get into a relationship with someone that isn't on their level of growth. (And CERTAINLY don't have children with them.) But...in a purely fictional/theoretical sense, probably not the worst and has considerable potential. Could certainly make a good story, so hope this helps any writing anyone does.~