#positive thoughts positive thoughts positive thoughts keep the tag full of character love instead of character hate by the gods i am begging

[magmethius]

"the emperor is an abuser" factoid actualy just skill issue. average emperor enjoyer understands the nuance of the character and sees beyond the facade that the reader is meant to dismantle. Tumblr Jesters, who has never read any other illithid lore & has no media literacy, is an outlier adn should get out of our colony

did you know? scott joseph confirmed that the emperor loves hugs :)

[asvterias]

𝖯𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝖡𝗈𝗒 ~ 𝖩𝖺𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝖱𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌

Part 2 | Part 3

Warnings: Jealousy & Allusions to Sex/Sexual Thoughts

Pairings: (FWB) Jaime Reyes x (FWB) Black!Fem!Reader, Best Friend!Milagro x Best Friend!Reader

Summary: Being friends with benefits with Jamie is hard to keep undercover, in hopes of Milagro never finding out. The number #1 rule is to be strictly sexual and not explore romantic feelings for the other. What happens when that rule is broken?

Word Count: 2.5k+

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Author’s Note: Watched the Blue Beetle movie recently and I was hooked on Jaime Reyes. This is my first time writing for Jaime Reyes, so he might be a little out of character but hopefully you like it!

Spanish Translations

“Por qué me estás mintiendo, Jaime?” — “Why are you lying to me, Jaime?”

Sneaking around can be full of excitement alongside the adrenaline of the whole ordeal. You and Jaime were secretly fooling around, being extremely cautious around his sister who was also your best friend. You didn’t even know how you ended up in this complicated relationship with Jaime Reyes. It started with two people under the influence of alcohol, both with the straightforward intention of getting laid and it ended with a confused hangover and a hurried conversation of forgetting about the whole affair.

At first, you two had avoided each other like the plague, sometimes accidentally crossing paths whenever you visited the Reyes residence or from basic errands that needed to be fulfilled.

Then the longer you two distanced yourselves from each other, the more agonizing it felt for the both of you. One day, Jaime snapped which led up to you two heading to bed for a passionate night. The morning after having sex, you two discussed your unofficial relationship and coming to terms with being friends with benefits and nothing more than that.

It was a simple and easy rule to follow, right? Wrong! How very wrong that you were! Too bad that you were breaking the rule. How could you not fall in love with him? With those beautiful doe dark brown eyes, his long curly hair, and his alluring personality, not to mention being completely star-struck when riding his di—

Oh, his voice…him speaking Spanish to you while in the most intimate positions has you craving for more.

You always missed the comfort of his arms at night as you watched him get dressed and leave, heading back home to avoid suspicion from his family. If Jaime’s family ever caught wind that he was not technically single, they would go ballistic, eager to meet the person and neither of you wanted that unnecessary attention.

It was finally official, you certainly loathed mornings, especially when Jaime spent the nights before. There were rare moments when he’d be able to stay the night with you. Luckily for you, today was one of those rare days.

Normally, he would claim that he’s the big spoon, but his sleepy smile widens when you’re the big spoon instead. His favorite sleeping position is lying on top of the softness of your breasts. Sometimes he would wake up face first right in the plushness of your breasts, that was always a good way to start the morning, wasn’t it? Your hands would subconsciously tangle themselves through his thick curly hair, softly massaging his scalp, sending him into a peaceful sleep.

You stirred yourself awake, no longer feeling the presence of Jaime lying on top of you. You tiredly stretched out your limbs, wincing at the soreness from your breasts down to your mid-thighs. Jaime certainly wore you out last night.

Very faintly, you heard the quiet shuffling and muttering of words. Regretfully, you slowly open your eyes, your eyelids still heavy as you rub the sleep out of them.

“Hmm…morning Jaime.” You yawn, scratching your braids through the satin red bonnet.

“Did I wake you?” He mutters walking over, giving you a quick kiss on the forehead, and continuing the search for his belongings. You assumed that he just came out of the shower. He wore a towel around his waist, dripping wet, glistening over his abs and that sight made you think unholy things. There was no way that you were still thirsty for him. Come on, you’re still recovering from last night and you were greedy for more the following morning?! Have some self-control, for once!

You shook your head, disposing of the lustful thoughts. “Wanna stay for breakfast?” You suggest, nervously gnawing on your lower lip.

“I would love to, but I have to quickly run an errand for my mami and then head over to work with Jenny.” He dried himself off, putting on a pair of boxers and an undershirt.

He opened your closet, digging out his ironed suit that you prepared a few days ago.

“When are you off this week?”

“Today and Sunday are my only days off this week.” You inform him, watching him get dressed, “I could run the errand with Mrs. Reyes, so you’ll get a balanced breakfast before heading to work.”

“Oh, really thanks (Y/N).”

“Anytime, pretty boy.” You reply, taking your bonnet off. Jaime blushes at the nickname, feeling giddy whenever you use that phrase. “What time do I need to leave?”

“About a quarter past eight..” He murmurs observing his watch.

“Speak English, please.”

“It’s 8:15 and my mami needs to leave around 9:30.” He advises, looking at your vanity. “Where’s my necklace?” He turns to you.

“You have to come get it..” You tease, wiggling the piece of jewelry in your hand. He chuckles at your playful yet seductive tone.

Crawling to you across the bed, he gives you a soft kiss making you caress his face. The slow sensual kiss lasted a few seconds, and even though you wanted to stay in the loving moment, air had become difficult to maintain, both of you pulling away from the kiss. You flutter your eyes open, catching him staring into your eyes with a hidden glint that makes you flush, which makes those butterflies run wild in your stomach.

“Come here, I’ll help you put on your tie.” You offer, shuffling towards the edge of the bed.

He sighs, allowing you to fix the tie underneath his collar. Your faces were so close that you could have fainted right then and there, completely embarrassing yourself on the spot. You started to worry, wondering if he felt you staring at him. Turns out, he was admiring you and he wasn’t ashamed of it. Once you finished his tie, you cleared your throat and smoothed over his suit, straightening out invisible wrinkles.

The Mexican boy faces you again. “What time do you get off on Saturday?”

“Probably by 10 or 11 pm.”

“Perfect! I’ll see you Saturday night.” He promises, giving you a reassuring nod.

“Yeah,” You agree with a lovesick smile on your face, “I’ll see you Saturday.”

You handed him the necklace but he stopped you, “Keep it, it looks better on you anyway.”

You tilt your head to the side, feeling yourself tingle with goosebumps as he appears from behind you and he gently brushes your braids away. You gathered your braids together, bunching them up into a messy makeshift ponytail, giving Jaime area to put the necklace on. Once he clasps the jewelry on your neck, you release your braids as you grin at him.

Smiling sweetly in response, he steals one last kiss from you and hurriedly leaves, shutting the front door. Even though you two were friends with benefits, he still was the kind and sweet man that you knew all those years ago.

You sigh, lingering your fingers on the necklace, fawning over the mere kiss that he shared with you. It was an empty kiss so it should be treated as meaningless, but it hurts your heart for you to wish otherwise.

Later that evening, Milagro helped you pick out an outfit for your blind date. Jaime tagged along with Milagro, under the impression of wanting privacy from his family.

You and Milagro picked out a nice evening dress, concluding that it was the perfect dress.

“You look so sexy in this.” Milagro squeals, momentarily catching Jaime’s attention. His eyes shift from his sister to yours, scanning the outfit that you are wearing, shamelessly checking you out. You did a little twirl to display the entirety of the dress, your eyes solely locked on Jaime to figure out his reaction. She was right, you looked so sexy in the dress. Maybe too sexy for another guy.

He noticed the mischievousness in your body language and decided that two could play that game.

“So…” Jaime ponders, lightly gritting his teeth, using his phone as a distraction, “What do you know about this guy?” His question was directed to you, attempting to conceal his jealousy. Slow and steady wins the race.

You turned to Milagro who spoke for you, “Duh, dummy, we don’t know who it is, that's why it’s called a blind date.”

“Wait! You’ve never even met this person before?” His eyes widened in surprise, processing the newfound information.

“Jaime, are you slow or something?” His sister asks. She rolled her eyes and continuously tapped her forehead, “Think, dear brother. Just think.”

He fakes grins at his sister and looks back at you. “It could be dangerous for you.”

“Okay, and I have a taser in my purse if anything goes wrong. I can take care of myself.”

“Why are you so interested in my best friend’s love life all of a sudden?”

“Just looking out for her.” He mumbles.

“Hmmm…” She sounds skeptical, surprisingly trusting her brother’s word.

All of a sudden, Milagro’s phone rings, indicating that her pizza order is ready. “I’m gonna pick up the pizza. Be back in 30 minutes.” She grabs your car keys and her wallet, leaving the apartment.

As soon as the door slammed shut, Jaime spoke his concerns for you.

“So…you’re going out with someone else.”

“Yeah, I am.”

“Then you should also know that I’m going out with someone else.” He boasts proudly with a tight-lipped smile.

“Oh, really?” You bite the inside of your cheek as jealousy boils through your veins at the thought of Jaime seeing someone else. Surprisingly, you managed to keep your jealousy at bay, refusing to let Jaime have the upper hand here.

You realized what he was doing, and he wasn’t going to win. It was so obvious that he was lying to you. So he decided to stretch the lie, just to witness your breaking point, “Her name is Maria Gonzalez, her family just moved to the neighborhood and we hit it off great. I also have her number.”

You remained nonchalant, continuing your mascara on your left eye, “Okay…good for you then?”

“That’s all you have to say?” He scoffs, folding his arms.

“Well, what do you want me to say? You want me to act jealous and forbid you from seeing this other girl?” You click your tongue, “Now that you mention it, no new family is moving into your neighborhood otherwise Mrs. Reyes would have told me, and I would have offered to decorate welcoming baskets with her and Milagro.”

Shit! You caught him in his lie. His eyes widened in surprise at your quick response to his lie.

As a matter of fact, he was more proud than scared of your realization of his lie. Your intelligence and ability to understand between the lines were one of the many traits that he loved about you. Intelligence is the glue that holds it all together, not that there aren’t many more characteristics from you that he adored. He would never put any other characteristic above the other, harboring his mutual love for all of them. After all, you attended Harvard, majoring in nursing, and left with multiple degrees.

“Por qué me estás mintiendo, Jaime?” You looked at him through the mirror with a pointed look.

Switching back and forth between English and Spanish daily was a neat trick that you mastered with ease. To be honest, Spanish was a beautiful language, and you just wanted to experience the full meaning of it.

You learned Spanish for your best friend and her family, wanting to connect with them on a personal level. At this point, you became fluent in Spanish and could hold decent conversations with the Reyes family in their native language. The Reyes family even made jokes that you would someday marry a Latino.

“I don’t know..” he shrugs his shoulders, “Maybe…I’m just confused right now.”

“May I remind you that you wanted us to be a casual fuck from time to time, and besides we also agreed on seeing other people.”

“Yeah, but—“

“Yeah, but what? You want to change your mind now?”

“Actually, I do.”

You paused from doing your mascara, making eye contact in the mirror with him. Of course, you weren’t expecting that answer. His statement rendered you speechless, allowing the silence to overtake the room. You gulped silently, intently watching him stalk toward you, almost in a patronizing manner to tease you even further. You were frozen, unaware of what he might do to you and it somewhat turned you on. The small thud of the mascara tube dropping on the vanity brought you back to your senses.

“…We shouldn’t do this, Jaime.” You lightly warn the boy. Jaime remains silent, making you consistently aware that he is gorgeously checking you out from behind. He made you so flustered to the point that you were stupidly smitten with him that it was almost ridiculous. It was a miracle that you couldn’t see a black girl’s blush.

“Milagro‘s gonna be back soon.” Your tone was soft.

The air was still tense as he nodded, his eyes still intently focused on your physique. Nervously, you began to play with your braids as your body squirmed under his gaze. The things that Jamie made you feel were out of this world. You held your breath, dilated dark brown eyes studying his every move that he made. It was the familiar gust of his infamous cologne that gave his sudden presence away, noticing his breathing was lingering on you. You shudder, minor goosebumps forming on your arms.

“Then, we just have to be quick, don’t we?” You swear that you could’ve felt his hard dick straining against his pants.

“Listen here Jaime—“ You were cut off by his hands roughly wrapping around your throat, raising your head, catching an upside down angle of the 22-year-old. A warm pair of lips was planted onto yours, reclaiming full jealousy as he slipped his tongue in your mouth. In a matter of seconds, the inviting kiss escalated into sexual tension, quickly heating the aura of the bedroom.

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[rainof5]

ward opinions (as of 12.3)

I might start liveblogging (if I do, it'll be tagged as #ward lb, so block that if you want), so I figured I might as well put out my opinions thus far.

Firstly, I went in with very low expectations, given the popular opinion of Ward. And so far, I've been very positively surprised. I really like Victoria as a narrator, and I find it a lot easier to relate to her than I did with Taylor. A lot of her thoughts and actions regarding Amy remind me of myself, and her experiences with and as the wretch sound a lot like how I've experienced dysphoria.

I like Breakthrough as a whole a lot. I find the Capricorn dynamic to be very interesting, and I fucking love Rain. Each of the characters have intriguing storylines that keeps me interesting in their development.

For storyline, I think the Hollow Point fight dragged on a bit, but I've never been super invested in fight scenes. I tend to get distracted and can't keep track of who did what, when, where, etc. I'm not able to visualize well and I can't really "picture" the fight happening as I read it, so I either have to put in a lot of effort to think logically about how things are happening or, more often, it just kind of blends together. I actually ended up taking ~6 months off from reading in the middle of 5.3 or 5.4 I think it was. That's just personal preference, though.

I'm personally much more invested in the character development and interpersonal dynamics, especially with Breakthrough.

I definitely thought the Goddess arc would be bigger and more disastrous, but I don't mind how it went. I knew that Chris eventually left the team and went with Amy, but I didn't expect it to happen like that, nor did I anticipate the Lab Rat reveal.

Currently, I'm loving the Cradle/mall cluster arc. I imagine if you don't like Rain/the mall cluster, their story would seem way too drawn out and obnoxious, but I really like it, with Rain definitely being my favorite character (at least thus far).

So far, my favorite moments have been Rain getting his haircut (I was reading it in class and had to try really hard not to cry during lecture lol. I still get teary-eyed thinking about it). I also really liked the Capricorn interludes. I relate to Byron a lot, and I don't think I've gotten so angry, especially while reading, at something in a while.

Character relationships I'm interested in seeing how they develop include Victoria and Tattletale, Victoria and Ashley, Rain and Tristan, March and Foil, Kenzie and Chicken Little, Vista and Bitch, and Victoria and Byron.

As with Worm, I'm constantly being surprised by moments of foreshadowing or just referencing small details. One example I can think of off the top of my head is the Lab Rat reveal. When it was revealed, I immediately went back to Worm to reread parts of it with this new context in mind, as well as to refresh my memory on who Lab Rat was. In Worm, he's described as "the last person one might expect to be a tinker. He had a mouth full of teeth that were screaming for braces, all crammed towards the very front of his mouth, overlapping and sticking out of lower gums" (27.3). That immediately hits two notes from what we know about Chris: 1) he has braces because him "changing" affects him physically. 2) he hid the fact that he was a tinker, claiming to be a changer instead.

I love these little details, and I'll notice some subtle foreshadowing as I read because of the things I've been spoiled on.

Of course, there are criticisms to be had (do we really need to know this character's chest size, Wildbow?), but overall, I'm really enjoying the story and characters.

[lexosaurus]

Twelve Hours: Chapter 2

Part 2 of 5 of my fic for Ecto Implosion, the DP reverse mini-bang (artists go first, writers go second).

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Characters: Danny Fenton, Harriet Chin, GIW (mentioned a lot) Tags: Identity Reveal, Flashbacks, Runaway Danny Fenton, Angst WC: 1937 Summary: When the GIW revealed Danny to the world, the only thing he could do was run. Run and run and run until he escaped to Chicago, trying desperately to disappear. Too bad it didn't work.

****

“I see you reacted to that,” Harriet said. Where Danny expected that greedy journalist spark behind her eyes that he’d grown used to over the years, there was none. Instead, she tilted her head, regarding him in earnest. “I take it you’ve seen this before.”

There was no use in lying. Not when he’d finally come so far as to agree to do this interview. “I’d love to sit here and say that I was the perfect therapy patient, that I never went digging up videos and posts about myself online. But I did. And I watched this interview and others just…I don’t even know. A lot.”

“And what was going through your mind back then when you would watch it?”

Danny didn’t even have to try to put himself back in his younger shoes to feel the spark of rage that shot through his chest. He just hoped that the long exhale that followed didn’t get picked up by the microphone. “I felt angry. And depressed. Yeah, like I wasn’t even human.”

“And yet, you kept watching it,” Harriet observed.

“It’s a cycle, you know?” Danny leaned back, looking up at the bright studio light. Behind it were the ceilings that Danny was sure were white, but looked more like a cream with the warm lights and red walls surrounding them. “I felt so alien. At the time, I mean. Just, so low. And here I had a video of the man who made my life a living hell for so long saying all these things that hurt me. Then I’d get paranoid, so I’d go reading the comments and watching more videos. I just had to hear everyone say why they thought I was a horrible monster, I guess. It was addictive. Sort of…” He almost stopped himself there. “Sort of like this weird self-harm cycle.”

“Did seeing that video today bring any of those emotions back?”

“I’d be lying if I said no.” 

****

10:00:00

Danny touched down on the pavement and released his hold on his invisibility. The alley was humid, and with the dumpster next to him, it smelled revolting. A rat must have died in it.

But that was exactly the sort of problem he needed right now—one that ensured an empty alley. If anyone caught him triggering his detransformation, he’d be dead.

Bright rings flashed over his eyes, and he stepped away from the dumpster. He rolled his shoulders, sore from holding his arms in position during his long flight over. His hoodie was still scruffed, and his eyes were probably surrounded by deep circles, but—maybe with a sick sort of internal sarcasm—he realized that those attributes wouldn’t make him stand out so much here.

Of course, that didn’t keep the terror from freezing his legs in place. 

No, this was his only option now, as counterintuitive as it seemed. Rural communities were too tight-knit, too interested in newcomers. And worse, they were full of anti-ghost sentiment. There was no way he could hide in a small community, no matter how hard he tried. It would only take one person, one old neighbor who watched too much anti-ghost news, to pick up their phone and turn him in.

But here in Chicago, it would be safer. He wasn’t Danny Fenton here; he was just…another kid, another runaway, another sore sight people quickly averted their gaze from.

He had everything he could need here. Places to hide, stores to grab things from with the help of his powers, and corners to sleep in. Even if someone recognized him, he could easily slip into the crowd and disappear.

He took a shuddering breath, unlocking the muscles in his calves. He would be okay. Everything would be okay.

Internally, that mantra sounded more pleading than not.

He threw his hoodie over his hair and walked toward the sidewalk. Maybe doing something with his hair wouldn’t be such a bad idea. Should he dye it, maybe? That’s what people did in the movies, right?

Though, how would he turn his black hair brown? He would probably have to bleach it first. Damn, Sam would be such a good resource to have right now.

He almost swiped his phone from his pocket to call her. Almost. But he resisted.

Now at the precipice of the alley, he peered out to the bustling street before him. It was full of people shuffling to and fro, cars zooming by in the street, voices and shouts dancing in the open air. Packed around him were skyrises, proudly showing off their clean windows and pristine bricks.

Danny had come here last summer, he realized. His parents had taken him to the Sears Tower. His dad had complained about the “normal people” clothes they were forcing him to wear (even though he still managed to defy the odds by sporting a Hawaiian T-shirt, much to Jazz’s chagrin).

Jazz and his mom had been so excited to see the top of the tower. Jazz even had her pink Polaroid on her—a birthday gift from their parents. She wanted to get a family photo of all of them with the skyline in the background.

Danny had complained, of course. As the younger sibling, it was his job to complain about the silly tower and his sister’s silly “fun” historical facts about it.

“Who cares how many windows it has, Jazz?” He remembered asking.

Jazz had cared, though. She’d cared enough to tell him. But…he couldn’t remember what it was she said. He might never get the chance to hear her talk about the dumb tower again.

A sting began knocking on the corners of his eyes, and he blinked, forcing it away. His parents weren’t here this time. Neither was Jazz, or Sam, or Tucker. He’d probably never see any of them again if the Guys in White had their way.

But no, surely the GIW wouldn’t chase him around forever, would they?

He thought back to the way they’d cornered him at school. All the officers and agents in the school’s main office surrounding him as soon as he stepped in. All the guns pointing at him. And then Operatives O and K stepped out from beside Principal Ishiyama’s desk, their sunglasses burning holes in his skull.

“Game over, Phantom,” Operative K had said.

Danny had taken a step back at that, locking eyes with Ishiyama who seemed unable to do anything but stare back at him in a mixture of disbelief and…fear.

Danny crouched down, his skull between his hands. “Stop thinking about that,” he hissed, curling his fingers to tug at his hair.

He wasn’t at the school anymore. He was in Chicago, alone, at the edge of some sidewalk in the Loop because he needed to blend into a crowd, and he needed to find some place that had food because he was so tired, so hungry, he was running and he was done and broken and—

“Jesus!” A pair of high-heeled boots stumbled over him, nearly sending his skull straight into the concrete.

He caught himself with his palms, his knees only barely scraping the ground. He hadn’t even felt the woman make contact with him. He must have been too caught up in his head.

That was dangerous. He would have to stop thinking so much.

“You okay?” a masculine voice asked. 

Danny turned his head up, a polite response ready on his lips. But when he saw the tall man reaching out to the fur-coated woman, her handbag outstretched in his palm, the response died in Danny’s throat.

The woman accepted the purse with a breathy, “Yes, I’m fine. Thank you.” 

“Watch where you’re going. These addicts are everywhere these days,” the man said.

“Right, sorry,” the woman said, but she wasn’t talking to Danny either. Instead, she nodded to the man and continued on down the street.

Leaving Danny there, still on the sidewalk, his whole chest now emptied of any sort of feeling.

Because…right.

That was just it.

…

Right.

He surveyed the crowd, but no one gave him a second glance in return. And why would they, in his scruffy hoodie, stained jeans, pale face, and dirty fingers? He wasn’t one of them. He could never be one of them again.

He should have been upset. He had been distressed just moments ago, but not anymore. There was simply nothing left to feel other than blank, white, nothing. 

Dragging his hand across the sidewalk, he picked himself back up, slowly, because he was tired and no one was stopping to help him anyway. Who cared how long he took? It wasn’t like he had anywhere to go!

Across the street, a billboard screen dissolved, changing the advert to a familiar metallic green background he’d become hideously acquainted with. On one side of the billboard was an artist's rendition of Phantom with dark, sickly gray skin, vicious eyebrows, and piercing green eyes. His mouth was missing, only adding to his menacing glare.

No, it was more than that. He didn’t just look angry, he looked downright dangerous.

As if to drive that point home, the advert circled and slashed face in red. Beside the Phantom imagery were the bold, green words reading, “ANTI-ECTO LAWS. Don’t let the ghosts haunt you, call the GIW.”

The slogan taunted him, just as it had been doing since the laws began passing. And what was once just a minor annoyance—just another thing to add to his growing list of bullshit to deal with—had festered into a scar on his whole existence. That stupid slogan had transformed into an entire media campaign featuring him as a monster with an impending future he could only dream of escaping. And he had to live with all that, all their mockery in his ear saying that no matter how far he flew, or how well he hid, he would never be free.

He turned away from the advert and began walking down the sidewalk. Countless people passed by him alone and in groups. Some bustled by dressed in suits with phones to their ear, and others laughed to each other, walking in the hurry of someone on vacation. 

But if there was one commonality in the passersby, it was that everyone gave him a wide berth. Not because he was a stranger or even because he was Fenton Phantom, but because he was just one of those people. A social outcast, someone who—with hardly a touch—wouldn’t just sully their clothes, but their very souls.

He turned another corner, and another billboard—one in print instead of on a screen—glowered back at him. This one was like the other, with the silhouette of Phantom slashed out in red as if to tell the world, “We may not have him yet, but we will soon.”

“You won’t,” Danny said, not caring if anyone saw him talking to himself. He was just a homeless addict anyway, wasn’t he? One of the crazies? “You won’t get me.”

“You can’t make those kinds of promises to yourself,” the billboard seemed to say back to him, its deep, derisive voice nearly identical to Operative O’s. 

“I can. I’m smarter than you and your whole stupid organization. You had me surrounded, and I still managed to escape from you. Nothing you try will get me.”

The billboard’s laugh reverberated around the street in a show of revolting arrogance. “We underestimated you, child, but we’re a branch of the federal government. We have the money to not make those mistakes twice.”

“You won’t get me,” Danny whispered.

“That’s not up to you to decide.”

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[kookies2000]

Am I really about to do a full analysis of The Last Wish? Yes, yes I am. Starting with characters!!! One by one!!!

Perrito

Spoilers

One thing about Perrito is that he is so darn pure and tragic. When the trailers came out, I noticed people were sceptical about Perrito. Saying how he might be annoying and take away from the film. People even compared him to Olaf from Frozen. Which was a shock to me. I thought people loved Olaf from Frozen but I guess I was wrong. After a day of thinking on this, I finally understood why people thought this. Side characters that are usually used as the comedic relief can sometimes flop. They can be annoying and take away precious screen time from characters that the audience wants to see. But with Perrito, that is never the case. He doesn't waste a single screen time. In fact you end up wanting more from him. He's just so darn positive and sweet even after what he went through. He was thrown away by his owners for being the runt of the litter. But he was so positive that he thought they were playing tag. So every time they tried to throw him away, he would end up returning like it was all a game. And then one day, his owners drown him in a sock. And it's just sweet to see Perrito so positive about this. The sock they try to drown him in, he turns it into something happy and keeps it as a sweater. I guess it's his positive view that makes him so likeable. He leaves a positive impression on Kitty when she has a talk with him about trust. What I love about their talk is that Kitty doesn't push Perrito to not trust anyone and Perrito doesn't push Kitty to trust him or Puss. Just that she has to trust someone. The conversation just feels very natural and healthy. Now let me talk about how his childlike view doesn't clash with the dark themes of the film.

Olaf and Perrito comparison

I'm not bashing Olaf, I'm using him as an example. If I see a single bad comment about Olaf, I will hunt you down for insulting him and writing a strongly worded letter!

I adore the first Frozen film. It was wholesome, cute, magical, and just phenomenal. And Olaf as a character blended in perfectly with the environment that was created. The film was near to perfect and every character shined. But then Frozen 2 came in. Frozen 2 had darker elements that were fantastic. I loved the concept and the way the story was told. I do have a few issues with it but this isn't about Frozen. This is about how Olaf's positivity clashed with the darker elements. Olaf is supposed to have a childlike view of life just like Perrito. The two characters are put into similar situations. Innocent, naive, and trusting characters who are struggling to understand the more serious issues around them. The difference is, Olaf, clashed with the darker elements while Perrito helped embrace the darker elements. Olaf in the second film still has his innocence and childlike wonder. He goes to the library to read about life and soaks up knowledge like a child would. He even has a song about how everything will make sense when he's older. And that's a strong beginning to Olaf's character. It only starts falling apart when Olaf doesn't really learn about his surroundings. Does he understand that Elsa died? Or that his kingdom committed genocide? You can argue he's still a kid but he never shows his emotions or thoughts about the situation. Instead, he remains positive and tells jokes to cheer up Anna. It's cute but it feels pointless. I still love Olaf as a character, I just wish they would let him take time to process what was happening around him.

As for Perrito, he helps embrace the darker elements instead of just being positive all the time. His positivity influences both Kitty and Puss. For Kitty because of his conversation with her. Seeing things in a positive way isn't bad at all and we could all use a friend or someone to trust. For Puss, it's the panic attack scene. Puss is in a very vulnerable state and Perrito follows him. The moment is very tender and quiet. No dialog or humor, just the sound of the heart beating like crazy and hyperventilating. The moment is so darn sweet because Perrito doesn't talk or try to make Puss laugh, he's simply there for him. He places his head on Puss and that's enough to calm Puss down. And I feel like this is something many people forget easily. You don't need to talk, you don't need to say a word, you just need to be there. Listening and making sure the person who's venting knows your listing. This just reminded me of a personal experience of mine. A few years ago I was very vulnerable to panic attacks. All my friends did exactly this. They didn't try to throw in flowery words or jokes, they were simply there and made sure I knew they were listening. I only lost one friend, thank God because he was actually a jerk. And that "friend" tried using flowery language and false promises. Which only made things worse for himself and I. So yeah, the panic attack scene was very meaningful to me and made me cry. And this is what I mean by Perrito embracing the darker elements of the film. He doesn't fight off the heaviness of the moment. He doesn't try to bring light into the darkness. Instead, he goes into the darkness and lets everyone feel what they need to feel. He helps the emotions flow out properly. And I LOVE that!!!! Perrito isn't oblivious to what's going on, naive yes but not oblivious. He knew what to do when Puss had a panic attack. He knew how to talk to Kitty about her issues. He helped Puss and Kitty strengthen their relationship. And he helped Goldie find out what she wanted. Oh, and his moment with Goldie was adorable. You can tell from this moment that Perrito isn't dumb, he's positive. Baby insults him and instead of being upset, he joins in. He's aware he was insulted but he puts a positive spin on it. He's aware he's an orphan like Goldie and compliments her family. This makes you wonder, is he aware that he's an attempted murder victim? And he chooses to remain positive?

I'll talk about his final arc on the Wishing Star section. But man. I adore how well written he is.

Next is Kitty.

[nerendus]

There's still a few bears and hippopotamuses wandering untouched in the shadowlands, but in terms of story and main bosses, I can comfortably say I have finished the Shadow of the Erdtree DLC. And boy, do I have some thoughts.

Most of what I have to say is extremely positive, but there is of course the hippopotamus in the room--the ending of the DLC, which I discuss here and here in greater detail. Short gist is yeah, it sucked and the fact that MohgMiq (one of my favourite aspects of the base game) was a lie sucks, and fighting Radahn as the final boss sucks and would have been infinitely better if it was Godwyn instead, but I understand this is coming from the perspective of a person who has been reading into the story for two years, and GRRM probably didn't intend the story to be broken in to two parts and only be furthered explain long after the base game, and if I had played the game for the first time along with the DLC I would not be upset in the slightest.

I've made my peace with it. There's nothing to be done. I will keep the tags muted for a few weeks to just let everyone else cool off probably a lot slower since having a feed full of people complaining isn't exactly fun, especially considering how amazing the rest of the DLC is.

And...that's it for complaints. Now on to unending praises.

First, the gameplay and combat was really fun. It's baked in to be difficult, and while some players probably won't like it, I really really really enjoyed it. It took some time adjusting to, but after that, I just came to expect bosses to be difficult and had a fun time with it.

The setting was absolutely gorgeous. All of the areas just blew my mind. It's kinda embarrassing to admit, but there were multiple moments where I unintentionally started doing the pog face whenever I entered a new area. The Abyssal Forest, or as I like to call it, Louisiana, is by far my favourite area and may be my favourite out of all Fromsoft games.

I also really loved the Shaman Village. I long theorised Marika to have come from a simple background and finding that place....man I want to cry just thinking about it. Marika is my favourite character in the game, and I never stop winning when it comes to her lore.

Jagged Peak was really fucking cool. The music and skybox...mwah mwah. I loved finding the two dragons fighting each other, that was so cool to see. And Igon, my boy, his voice actor deserves a raise. What an insane performance. Bayle was an amazing boss fight, difficult--mainly because my computer couldn't keep up with him--and very satisfying to beat.

Dragon lore was also amazing. I was always confused on the idea of dragon communion if the people who worshiped the dragons were the ones eating the hearts, but it makes so sense that they only eat the hearts of lesser dragons. I loved it. I also loved the dragon priestess, I want to marry her.

I loved the look of gaols in this. They are so pretty, and it was so fun traversing through them while weird jarussy enemies attack you.

Ymir!!!!!!!!! What a freak!!!!!! I loved him and the Mother of Fingers. Fingers lore is a weird phrase to say out of context, but wow, I really loved the fingers lore in this expansion.

Messmer, my beloved, I love him so much. With the trailer, I sorta expected him to be like, a ruthless heartless freak that's losing it, but when you get to him, he just comes off as....lonely and sad. My poor boy. If he would stop attacking me, my Tarnished could have him return to the Lands Between and become their god when they achieve status of Elden Lord but noooooooo. He's very much his mother's son in level of tragedy and very very very easy to sympathise with.

I loved finding St. Trina. I missed out on their entire questline and didn't even ever find the NPC tied to them, but I got a cute flower so I'm happy. :) The game uses feminine pronouns for them, but I still feel a bit weird referring to them as she/her, especially since the base game sort of implies them to be genderfluid but Idk, maybe eventually I can convince myself to call them a she.

Midra and Nanaya are officially my favourite characters, and I don't even really know that much about them. I've come up with a pretty good baseline of what I think is their deal here, but I really want to talk about them more. I'm already outlining a fic about it, but I'd love to have other people's input on their whole story.

That's pretty much it for the big stuff.

Final rating: 10/10. I wanted initially to bring it down to a 9/10 for the ending, but the rest of the story truly is too amazing to make it any lower than 10.

But yeah, I'll start dissecting the lore in my sleep and posting about it here. And of the topics listed with great love here is open to discussion. I want to talk about the good parts this DLC because it truly was amazing, but for now....I am going to sleep.

[alangdorf]

Actually more rambling now. Currently thinking thoughts abt Tsuru and also Yabu (and Tsubakura by extension, obviously, who do you think I am,)

Always extremely funny that Tsubakura isn’t in most of Evanescent Existence just because they ignored the psychic intercom message and got really interested in the weird cave instead. What exactly was Tsurubami’s plan for if they hadn’t done that?? They run into each other and Tsubakura’s like “yeah I guess this might as well happen to me today”

Anyway the whole plot of Evanescent Existence is bizarre but it feels in character with how inscrutable Tsurubami is. Impossible to tell whether he has a convoluted plan or if she’s just having fun and it doesn’t matter cause he’s so all-powerful she’ll just get whatever she wants in the end regardless. Awesome!

Gotta mention one of my favorite fan works and definitely my favorite writing of Tsurubami is Misremembered Memories (fangame by Mugenri) (the person); I once summed up Yabusame’s scenario as “hey girl I didn’t call to talk to you put your dog on the phone” and made myself laugh extremely hard. And the bit where Tsurubami is like “it’s a trade secret!” And Tsubakura’s like “We have the same job? I’m filling in for you at your job?” And Tsubrubami’s like “Oh, I guess you’re right!” *blatantly continues to not tell them what they were drugged with* is LEGENDARY. But aside from the incredible banter I also love how Tsurubami asks Yabu & Tsuba for favors only after they’re already in a position where they can’t reasonably refuse. Feels right (kicking the “frankly I think it’s hot when characters are manipulative” tag from my ‘shall we dance’ pic under the fridge)

Oh yeah speaking of the song I happen to have a very strong link between liking music -> liking the associated character (slightly less so for Len’en than with Tohuhou cause I’m more interested in the story on its own merits for Len’en but it still seems to largely be the case) and I’m still very obsessed with the song. Thoughts on how it connects to the character 1) leading (like in dancing) 2) disorienting 3) silly goofy mischievous. Though I’ll admit I’m even more obsessed with broken eternal dance engine these days and that’s a twofer cause it’s actually Arde but would still presumably apply to a case where Tsurubami was outright trying to kill you! Either way 1) DANGER 2) even more disorienting 3) if you have the sound turned up just enough on that last big beat drop. Insane. The key change. The flip from just piano to full strings and heavy bass and crazy percussion. Kills me every time

(Tangent my friends who only know Len’en because of me talking about it are used to me very ardently insisting that Arde is just, like, pretty normal actually and today I was like “oh yeah I forgot this is her theme btw” *MO-NA-D-1 Memory Pursuit (basically a horror movie soundtrack)* lol)

Also I was thinking about the possibility that Tsurubami was the one who activated Rei (bc of how Rei talks abt him) and that’s got me spiraling. What all is she doing out there? If he was outright pretending to be Tsubakura again wouldn’t Hoojiro (& Haru) know about it? How’d he get access otherwise?

Extreme mental gymnastics offshoot from there: is Tsubakura a nepo baby??? Is it EN like 燕??? I dunno man. Trying to reverse engineer their backstory is such an ordeal; I keep muddling through their confusing relationship dynamics with Arde (it’s more straightforward with Hamal. Weird and bad, but straightforward!) and I’ll just be constantly going like girl (gender neutral) what is wrong with you…. Why are you like this……..

Anyway. My one big thing to share about Yabu is that I used to make the joke that Len’en as a whole feels like “Tsubakura’s terrible horrible no good very bad day, and also Yabusame is there” and then one day I had the epiphany to flip “it’s kinda funny Yabu just doesn’t really have a personal reason to be involved in all this” into “but she is anyway! They didn’t have to be there but she’s there for Tsubakura!” and got extremely soft about it.

Also uhhh I guess it depends on how much everyone knows about how Suzumi and their abilities work (always difficult to sus out) but in theory if Tsubakura knows about Yabusame’s immunity then them living with her would lessen paranoia that Suzumi could show up and then make them forget about it afterwards (though maybe undeservedly considering how BPoHC went lol)? Works as a deterrent either way. Okay so I think what we’ve learned here is I’m definitely not done with trying to make sense of a detailed headcanon version of precanon lol

[quietwingsinthesky]

for the fic writer asks!!

5, 9, 13, 15, 29?

hi hi aayo!!

[questions were here]

5. So, a while back, I was spitballing with my friends about Pokemon Black/White & the sequel, because I love those games, those are my childhood Pokemon games, and the story is so close to brilliant I can taste it. It would just need a little touching up, I swear, adjust a motivation here, add some more scenes there... But see the thing is, doing that would take. A While. and I just don't think I have the patience to do a full rewrite of a Pokemon game from 2010 so it'll probably remain an idea.

9. Yes! I do! I try to do a few hundred words a day, every day. Depending on how bad my depression is, I can be pretty consistent about it and get a lot done. And I did manage to do a little today for that nsfw lucifer/raphael fic I'm working on! Let's see here. Ahem. "Waiting, a front of perfect obedience betrayed by how hard he’s clenching his hands together behind his back to keep from touching himself." :) I am. doing things. to luci.

13. It depends on the fic. Some of them, I want to say Last Call and could have been anyone, anyone are good examples, start writing themselves in my head with absolutely no warning, and I have to jump to the nearest thing to jot down the sentences before they disappear forever. Others, like Honey, Don't Feed It, have literally been turned over in my brain for more than a year, twisted and changed until I've gotten a fic I actually like out of it.

15. Sometimes it's a song title, sometimes it's a line from the fic, sometimes it's 'it is 4am when im posting it and ive already typed up the fucking tags and the summary and i am so so tired whats the closest noun i can think of' and then i slap it on there and call it a day.

29. asjklajdksld my first thought was 'oh you know what fine i'll post what i had of that samifer fic before it gets deleted but uh It Is Literally Entirely Porn. so lets. lets go with something a little more PG, yeah? Not exactly polite of me to throw smut at you without asking.

So instead, have this bit from the original draft of my next Sarah/Lucifer/Nick fic that got cut because I switched the pov character from Sarah to Nick for. Reasons.

Sarah has had a lot more time to paint in the last few months. Enough that muscle memory she thought lost has slowly reappeared, making her hand steadier. Her art hasn’t become more neat as a result, but it has grown purpose in its mess. Her mother always wished she’d take after her grandmother and paint lush green forests and pretty meadows, but Sarah’s brushes led her down a different path. Intricate strokes litter the paper, testing to see how close she can bring the painting to the being curled around her spine before it devolves into a jumbled mess. Lucifer is not an easy muse. Sarah hasn’t managed to paint a piece that does her justice yet.

This one is barely recognizable as anything, more abstract than Sarah’s committed to in a long time. A lot of her paintings of Lucifer start somewhere she understands, with Nick’s face or her own, fragmented to better show the angel that lives inside them, openings in the skin like bloodless wounds through which eyes and feathers and teeth peek through. Someone else might find them terrifying. Nick thinks her paintings of Lucifer are beautiful. Lucifer, of course, is flattered and amused. She watches Sarah paint, enthralled the same way Nick mentioned her being the day he built Teddy’s crib. She hasn’t asked for a turn at the brushes yet, but Sarah hopes she does one day, if only so they can see what she’s capable of creating.

Sarah stretches. There’s no satisfying pop to her spine as she uncurls from her art, but in exchange, there’s also no lingering soreness from staying in one position for too long. Lucifer’s grace pulses, buried somewhere deep, utterly content. Sarah shuts her eyes as though she could listen to her.

Instead, Sarah hears a cry from the other room. She lets her head tilt towards the clock on the wall. It’s been a while since she put Teddy down for a nap. Lucifer is on alert the moment the sound hits Sarah’s ears. She’s still not used to the simple fact that sometimes, babies cry, and it doesn’t mean the world is about to end. Impossible to fathom wings flex under Sarah’s skin. Sarah suppresses a chuckle into a small smile and sets her paintbrush down. It rolls to join its brethren of various sizes, the only commonality between them all the teethmarks at the tip where Sarah chewed when she got frustrated or distracted. Lucifer’s wings flap, a wave of power rolling through Sarah’s body that’s asking one question, whether they can fly to the nursery rather than take the minute long walk there. Sarah lets her consent echo back through Lucifer, bracing herself.

Flight is a cacophony. Flight is like learning what it is to be a photon and forgetting again as her body hits the ground, human toes curling against the fuzz of the nursery carpet. Lucifer recovers like they’ve taken a brisk walk up the stairs. Sarah needs a minute more, as though she’s been thrown under the waves at the beach and needs to figure out which direction is up in order to stand. In his crib, Teddy turns his head to look at them, brown eyes seeking his mother, and when he knows she’s there to hear him, he scrunches up his face and starts crying again.

It’s Lucifer that takes them the first few steps to the crib, but Sarah who reaches down and picks Teddy up.

“Hey, hey, fussy,” she says softly to him, “shh, we’re here now.” Teddy cries out one more time, like he’s making sure she’s not going to put him down and leave once he’s quiet. Sarah rocks him.

“We’re here,” comes another voice from her mouth, still hesitant but less than it has been in a few months. Lucifer raises Sarah’s hand to pet a line down Teddy’s forehead. There’s no more than the ambient hum of her grace beneath Sarah’s skin, but between being held by his mother and watched over by his guardian devil, (Sarah’s mouth curls at the thought, and she can’t tell if it’s her or Lucifer reacting.) he quiets. He keeps frowning, scrunched up eyes and a wrinkled forehead. “Hello, Theodore,” Lucifer says, and it’s at Sarah’s prodding that she finally says, “Teddy.”

He’s a baby, Sarah teases, no need to be so formal.

Names mean something, comes the quick counter.

And this one means you love him. Lucifer hums, finger still drifting in absent circles over Teddy’s face. Teddy latches onto it when it’s near his mouth, and Lucifer freezes. Sarah laughs, and with control of her body falling back to her, it comes out without a care in the world. Teddy makes a frustrated noise when she pulls her finger away.

“That’s better than you needing a diaper change,” Sarah tells him. Teddy babbles at her, sounds that are beginning to have more distinct shapes but mean nothing at all. She’s going to have to put him back down to undo her button-up, or would have to, only Lucifer proves for the hundredth time how much easier parenting is with divine power backing them up. Sarah shifts Teddy around in her arms, enduring the tiny beat of an impatient hand against her chest, until she has him comfortably settled to feed.

He seems so small in her arms. He’s growing fast and will continue to for years and years, a prospect both terrifying and exciting.

It’s a short enough walk to her and Nick’s bedroom from the nursery, and she’s careful not to jostle Teddy while he nurses. There, she can settle down comfortably against the pillows, the blankets tucking themselves up around her legs despite her not reaching for them. It doesn’t do much against the ever-present chill, but Sarah doesn’t want that to go away. Besides, they bundle Teddy up warmly enough.

She does wonder sometimes what it’ll be like as he gets older. If his first words will be ‘dada’ or ‘mama’ or something else entirely, a string of syllables that seem like gibberish to her and Nick but mimic the language that Lucifer sometimes speaks to him off-handedly, the one that makes Sarah’s ears feel like they might pop from pressure if she listens for too long, the one that Teddy reacts to with kicking feet and responsive babbling. If one day Sarah will get teachers telling her about Teddy’s imaginary angelic friend who raised him, both those impressed that he could come up with something so elaborate and those worried that the angel in question is Lucifer herself. Maybe the funniest thing Sarah can imagine is if Nick ever takes little Teddy to church and what kind of menace they might unleash with a child who loves the devil like a mother. That, if it ever happens, is a long ways off, and until then, Lucifer is still the secret held between the three of them.

“You think he’ll still like me,” Lucifer says, dipping her hand into the stream of Sarah’s thoughts, welcomed but nibbled at by the fish that think she really should have asked permission first. Maybe a little hypocritical when Sarah has already let her in, “when he grows up.”

There is, always, this expectation of rejection that lingers in Lucifer’s words. A surprise when she finds connection instead that breaks Sarah’s heart.

“You look after him. You sing to him. You feed him.” Sarah looks down at Teddy, who takes his fill and rests his tiny fist against her skin. This caretaking is a communal effort, after all. “Of course he’ll love you.”

[thoughtsonhurtandcomfort]

command ask: Seraphina kiss Erystos

Send my character a ► and a command. They must obey.

Author’s Notes: set shortly after these two get together. references some things i haven’t written yet but they’re still canon in my heart. :’)

Content tags: NOT whump, romance, angel x demon relationship, kissing of course.

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Seraphina thought she finally understood the rules of this world, but being in love seems to have no rules. Every day she thinks and feels things she never has before, leaving her at a loss for what to do.

Like now - standing on the back deck watching Erystos in the garden filling a basket with ripe tomatoes for dinner. It’s an overcast day and as he works it starts to lightly drizzle.

The soil beneath his bare feet quickly turns to mud. Undeterred, he continues his way up the row of plants, crouching and standing and pushing his wet hair from his face. His soaked tunic clings to his body.

Seraphina can’t take her eyes off of him.

Only when the basket is full does Erystos look up and see her standing there. He smiles just enough for his left fang to poke out over the scar on that side of his bottom lip. Suddenly she wants nothing more than to kiss him.

“You should come inside,” is what she says instead.

Erystos sets the basket aside and goes to stand in front of her. The deck is raised off the ground, putting the angel in the rare position of being a couple inches taller than her demon.

“You should come outside,” he counters.

“I am outside.”

“As you can see, it’s raining outside, and you’re still dry.”

Seraphina gives him a look but is smiling nonetheless. He’s too close not to touch, so she traces the curve of his horns. They look and feel healthy and Erystos no longer suffers daily headaches; perhaps they’re finally done regrowing.

She curls her fingers around the horns and gently pulls him closer until she can see every flicker of emotion in his eyes. Before she can lose her nerve, she dips down and kisses him.

Seraphina’s mind goes blank.

Erystos’ arms circle her waist and she sinks forward into him. He takes a step back, lifting her from the porch and out into the rain.

As they kiss he slowly lowers her to her feet. Even when they stop, Seraphina keeps her arms around his neck. Neither one makes any attempt to part.

Just like he taught her, Seraphina breathes deep and relaxes into all the wonderful, tactile sensations that come with being mortal in that moment. Cool rain against her warm skin, the squish of mud beneath her feet. Erystos’ large hands on her waist and his deep eyes fixed on her.

It’s almost too much. She shivers and shuts her eyes and Erystos is quick to wrap her in a snug embrace. His skin is even cooler than the rain but rather than recoil, she grips the back of his soaked shirt and presses closer.

Being in love has no rules and so she starts to make her own.

Rule #1: when in doubt, kiss him.

[heartkyeom]

putting my results under a read more so it doesn't clog the dash but thanks for supporting me this year y'all! <3 (also took some things out so people aren't tagged hehe)

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

everyone loves you but i think you're so obnoxious au

kwon soonyoung x fem!reader

warnings: smut, angst, slight description of female anatomy; enemies to lovers

notes: AHHH this is the au I've thought about for the longest time and it's finally done!! I wanna hear all your thoughts about bratty hoshi <33 pls enjoy!

soonyoung is a famous soloist who is beloved by the korean public and most of his staff too... except the stylists

he’s run off 12 different stylists at this point and it frustrates his team so much

why is it the stylists and no one else??? no one knew but you got hired as a last resort, as you were known for working with notoriously difficult celebrities

those celebrities were famous but soonyoung is FAMOUS famous, definitely the most notable celebrity you’ve worked with but it didn’t intimidate you

you were used to bratty celebs and them acting out, so it couldn’t be that bad? right?

wrong. he made you do the most tedious shit like making you go through 100 fabric swatches for him to possibly approve for his tour costumes only for him to like none of them, creating a shit ton of revisions for his costumes only for him to prefer an older version of it

just subtle ways to keep you working on meaningless shit

he fought you on so many small things and for what reason? none except to make you upset and get under your skin

he probably enjoyed seeing his stylists stressed and crying but you wouldn’t let him see you break, you weren’t some crazed fan- you were there to work

soonyoung knew you probably hated him and he expected to hate you too

after dealing with so many stylists who were clearly only there to get clout and not do their job, it was hard to think of you as an exception, at least at first

the first month he treated you quite terribly, even by his standards. once you stayed past the first month, he knew you were quite different- he decided to see how much you could handle

he notices that you don’t buckle under pressure and adapts to that, starts calling you byeollie (별이/star) instead of your name since he spotted a childhood photo of you in your office with star printed pajamas on- he teased you relentlessly after this

you think about quitting but the money is consistent and it’s so much better than what you’ve made before, you were known in korea and could keep a roof over your head

but the industry was still so fickle that you were only needed as a stylist for idol comebacks and assorted projects- not a full time position anywhere

so you had to stay. plus you’ve been trying to pay some debt off and this was getting it done much faster than before

even though soonyoung was insufferable, you wanted to style him in a way that made him feel seen and understood as an artist

even if he was a pain in the ass, his style clearly meant a lot to him

you always watched old videos of clients to see their style evolution and study where their styling had ended up by the time you started working with them

his personality was so sweet and you could see that in the way he interacted with his fans, you didn’t ever see this side of him so it was a bit shocking

he seemed very confident around his peers but ultimately he was shy, he just knew how to hide it through his work

a part of you knew he was never gonna show you this side of him, but he was genuinely a charitable man who wanted to help others and connect to them through music

yet there was clearly a wall up with him, so you kept yours up too

soonyoung saw the care you put into your work, he just didn’t know how to express any feelings about it. it felt like he was waiting for the other shoe to drop, waiting for you to betray him in some way but it never happened. you were always going above and beyond for him

there was a casual intimacy in the way you remembered what fabrics made him uncomfortable, how you picked up on the styles he liked and put them aside for him without him even asking for it

the notes you left with his costumes were always detailed and you were committed to making things right despite how much trouble he gave you

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#4

now or never pt. 1

xu minghao x fem!reader

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 (finale)

word count: 7k

synopsis: when you make a chance encounter with your ex, you end up saying that you're engaged to your estranged neighbor xu minghao. when you find out your ex is coming to your friend's wedding, you've only got a month to become a convincing couple.

warnings: (almost) strangers to lovers, fake marriage, shitty ex!joshua, scenes with enclosed spaces (only in this part), angst, a tiny bit of fluff.

notes: hi omg! my first series!!! i repurposed this first part from something I was writing for another fandom forever ago and it inspired me to make it into a series! hope you enjoy it!! tag list: @venusdaisies @mangogyu @idyllic-ghost

You didn’t want to admit that you were having a terrible day, but it was getting ridiculous at this point.

You managed to almost miss the train, get stuck on said train for an hour, and break a heel the moment you arrived at work. Luckily, you had a pair of tennis shoes on standby at your desk, but that pair of heels happened to be one of your favorites. You silently mourned your shoes and questioned your will to live throughout the day, praying that your luck would turn around. 

However, that wouldn’t happen. 

When you were sure the day couldn’t get any worse, you somehow lost your train card on the way home. Of course, you didn’t notice until you stepped into the station. You internally cursed yourself for fucking things up once again today, but you had to focus. You didn’t want to give up any more money for a new card, so you begrudgingly made the 40 minute walk back to your apartment.

Naturally, you weren’t expecting any more obstacles. You wanted the universe to spare you so badly and your body was spent from all the mishaps you handled throughout the day. You felt as if your body was floating as you walked into the apartment building, closing your eyes the moment you stepped onto the elevator. The ride to the 5th floor wasn’t nearly long enough, and the chime signaling your destination jolted you awake. You were almost at your apartment door when you heard a voice call your name.

“Y/N? Is that you?” The man’s voice called out excitedly, convinced that he knew you despite your back being turned. 

You slowly turned around, your eyes widening at the sight of the man in front of you. It was your ex-boyfriend, looking almost exactly the same as when you two dated. With the exception of a different hair color, his presence brought you back to the tumultuous points of their relationship. 

“Joshua! Hi! Yeah, it’s me,” You clutched your tote bag tightly out of instinct. Of course you see your ex when you looked and felt like shit. 

He still looked like the human embodiment of a golden retriever and now he had sandy blonde hair to match. It was actually unfair that he looked so well adjusted, so normal after all this time. He was just so happy and it lit a fire in the pit of your stomach.

You watched his eyes scan your body up and down, taking in the sight before him. “It’s crazy, I haven’t seen you since everything happened.”

“Yeah, since you cheated on me,” you responded with a sly grin. There was no reason to pretend with each other, especially since things ended so abruptly. You had spent too much time crying over him to not enjoy this moment.

“Yep,” Joshua replied quietly, clearly not prepared to be confronted with his past behaviors. 

“So I assume you’re still with her, then?” you asked.

“Yes, we actually moved into the building a few months ago,” Joshua softly smiled, seemingly trying to cut the tension between you two.

“That’s great,” You mustered the smallest bit of compassion for him, trying not to let your resentment rise to the surface. His new girlfriend was pretty enough, and it didn’t surprise you that Joshua had moved on to someone who eerily looked like you. If you had learned anything from that disaster of a relationship, it was that he definitely had a type. 

“How have things been for you?” Joshua asked, giving you almost no time to make a plan to respond. 

Would you tell Joshua the truth about your life? How you had been single ever since the breakup and hadn’t been able to quit your dead end job? Absolutely not. 

Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted your neighbor Minghao. You didn’t want to resort to anything crazy, but the situation required it. If you were going to lie, you would have to go all in. 

“I’m with Minghao,” you said it loud enough to catch the man’s attention. He stopped next to you, the confusion evident on his face. 

“What?” Minghao took out his headphones, staring at you as if you had two heads. 

“We’ve been together for a few years, actually,” you looked at him with a mix of desperation and kindness, silently hoping Minghao would play along for a few minutes.

He seemed to catch on pretty quickly, leaning on your shoulder and smiling fondly at you. Despite the minimal amount of contact you had with Minghao in the past, he was quick on his feet. 

“That’s great! Are you getting married?” Joshua pointed to Minghao’s silver band on his ring finger. He smirked at you, clearly interested in how you would dig yourself out of this.

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#3

1:02 am

kim mingyu x gn!reader

word count: 1k

warnings: alcohol, slightly stupid drunk antics, fluff

notes: did I just sit here and write an entire 1k word piece based off the pics mingyu just posted on instagram? yes. yes I did. and it’s cute as shit! not proofread at all sorry about it

tag list: @bfwonu @thetigeragenda @lavenderautumnx @husbandhoshi @soffrine @sapphichui @dokyeomblr @mangogyu

dinner dates with mingyu were always lovely, especially after a long work week. over big bowls of pork noodle soup, you both talk about the highs and lows of your week.

yet, this time, mingyu didn’t have anything to do the next day, so you both indulged in too many bottles of soju. by the time you were done with dinner, you were both a little too far gone to appear composed.

it didn’t help that it was pouring rain for most of your time in the restaurant, so you had both prolonged leaving for as long as possible.

“shit, is it still raining?” mingyu turns his head to look out the window, squinting his eyes a little too hard. it wasn’t hard to see the rain droplets stuck to the window, but everything he does while drunk is somehow more endearing than he already is.

you glance to see for yourself, but the rain seems to have stopped. “no, I think we’re good,” you exclaim. he gives you a slightly more exaggerated nod than usual and stands up from the table easily.

thankfully, you both organized your bowls and bottles before paying, so you didn’t feel too guilty standing up from the table and nearly stumbling. mingyu rushes to your side, catching your waist and helping you to the door.

“please don’t fall, we can’t bring more attention to ourselves,” he whispers not so quietly into your ear and it leaves you laughing a little bit too hard as he pushes the door open with his free arm.

you knew the elderly patrons were already staring at you before you left, but you couldn’t be too concerned.

you both make it outside and the smell of fresh rain hits your nose immediately. the large trees that lined your path back home were dripping, and you hoped the wind wouldn’t blow any of it on you.

you both walked a considerable amount before you realized mingyu was still clutching onto your waist, but his weight started to crush you.

his chest was exposed, so you took the chance to hit his skin with your hand to grab his attention. he freed his arm to clutch his chest in fake pain.

“you hit me!” he gaped at you, suddenly stopping in his tracks to face you.

“your grip was so tight that you were gonna break my waist in half!“ you exclaim, breaking into laughter before you could finish the sentence.

you keep walking without him by your side, you don’t wait for him to catch up and you start to think something is wrong before you turn around.

you see him take off running toward you with a devilish grin on his face. you scream in fake surprise and sprint away from him, you can hear the heaviness of his footsteps behind you but you’re convinced that you can outrun him.

you almost think you’re in the clear until you hear him right behind you.

“I’ve got you,” he snatches you up with a low growl, his arms are tightly wrapped around your middle while spinning you in a circle.

you’re only scared for a brief moment when your feet lift off the ground, but you screw your eyes shut to stop yourself from getting too dizzy.

“kim mingyu!” you scream his name over and over, each with a bit more laughter than the last until you can’t stop yourself from laughing.

you can hear his laughter ringing in your ears, it sounds so sweet that you want to sit in the feeling forever.

he finally places you down, taking a deep breath. you finally open your eyes to see that he’s beaming at you.

“you’re so pretty,” he says suddenly. he always has stars in his eyes while looking at you, but the way he stares at you tonight feels even more precious.

“you are too,” you reply.

“I love you,” he says it before he can catch himself. his eyes widen and he puts his hand over his mouth.

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987 notes - Posted July 16, 2022

#2

pretty party favor

kim mingyu x fem!reader

word count: 3.7k

tag list: @onlymingyus @junkissed @maijunejuly @hyucks-rose @freakyfriedrice @aceofvernons @fallinwoozi

warnings: not really enemies but they know and hate each other lol, gendered nicknames, reader has vagina, reader receiving head, overstimulation, squirting, slightly fluffy

a/n: hi this is halloween-esque but not necessarily spooky. just tension between idiots which I love to write! shoutout to june giving me the title to this + getting me to finish this with her comments on my google doc <3 pls enjoy

“get in the car.”

“fuck you,” you muttered under your breath.

“what was that?” mingyu spoke up again, clearly trying to push your buttons. he’s always done this, always acted as if he’s entitled to an answer even when it was none of his business.

you stopped in your tracks to look at him. “I said fuck you, prick,” you spat out, quickly facing your attention toward the path back home. 

you were coming back from a friend’s Y2K themed costume party which unfortunately meant taking the short walk back home in a denim miniskirt, a baby tee with a stupid saying on the front, and a pair of sneakers. it was a fun night, you drank sufficiently to the point where you felt light on your feet while walking home.

sure, your feet were comfortable, but it was still an inconvenience to walk back when it was cold and dark, but you typically never encountered any trouble since your apartment was located on a quiet residential street. 

however, tonight, mingyu had other plans. you thankfully managed to avoid him the entire night at the party, so much that you almost forgot he existed for a few hours. you spent the night catching up with friends that you hadn’t seen in a while because of work, gossiping a bit too much over red plastic cups, but you still spotted him occasionally doing the same thing. 

despite your friend group’s best efforts to help you make amends, you two didn’t get along one bit. there was too much tension for them to cut through as a collective group, so they eventually let it go in an effort to keep the peace. 

“get in the car right now. cheol’s gonna have my head if I don’t take you home, especially since you were drinking. I know you were taking shots all night,” he responds with that sly grin of his, you don’t even have to look at him to know. 

“that’s not true and cheol should know better than to expect me to ride with you,” your words slur slightly, exposing yourself a bit too much. you subsequently trip over your feet on a crack in the sidewalk, losing your balance momentarily.

you hear him laugh a bit too loud at the mistake and you feel your cheeks heat up in embarrassment. of course, he saw it and he’s not gonna let you forget about it either.

“you can’t even walk in sneakers right now! get in the car, princess, seriously,” he objects. you look over and you’re shocked that he’s still bored enough to keep up with you, it’s actively starting to piss you off.

“fuck, just let me fall on the pavement and die,” you yell into the air with your head tilted back, “you’re not even supposed to care what happens to me!” you turn your head to him again with a bewildered look.

“stop before you wake up the whole neighborhood,” he warns. “you know what, enough,” you hear him shut off the ignition and get out of the car, shutting the door behind him and meeting you on the sidewalk faster than you expected.

“you’re being ridiculous,” he points at you with an accusatory finger. 

you scoff. “do you think you’re gonna fuck me? is that why you’re doing this?” 

it feels wrong the moment you say it, but what else were you meant to say? he has notoriously only been friends with girls just to have weirdly long situationships with them, never establishing a proper relationship due to a lack of commitment. he thought it was convenient, you thought it was irritating.

“what? are you fucking kidding me?” he seethes, running his hands through his hair. you’ve really done it now, you don’t think you’ve ever seen him this flustered and angry at the same time. yet, it was the truth.

even when the rest of your friend group teased him, mingyu always took it without too much resistance, that’s just the kind of guy he is. 

“am I wrong? you think every girl you come into contact with wants to fuck you,” you insist, you cross your arms in front of your chest and stare at him intensely. 

“i’m doing this because you need to get home, whether I like you or not,” he clenches his jaw, not breaking eye contact for a second. it would probably scare you if you were less drunk, but you were feeling testy. 

“what happened to princess? hmm?” you smirk.

he barely lets you finish before he picks you up by the waist, doing his best to place you in the passenger seat despite you hitting his back with your fists.

“put me down!” you scream into his ear over and over until he’s somehow opened the door and clicks your seatbelt across your waist. you immediately shut up the moment he throws your discarded purse in your lap, you clutch it while looking down at your feet.

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1,313 notes - Posted October 14, 2022

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fine line

figure skater!joshua hong x f!reader

synopsis: as a joshua fangirl, getting the chance to interview him as a teenager was an absolute dream. 10 years later with a flourishing career as a writer and a strained relationship with him, he wants to do a 10 year reunion interview about his path to the upcoming Olympics. there’s only one problem: you’re staying at his house and trying not to address your old feelings for him.

word count: 19.9k

tag list: @junhui-recs @bfwonu @huiranghaes

warnings: figure skater!joshua, writer/fangirl!reader, best friend!jeonghan, dad!seungcheol, smut, fluff, angst, some occasional skating jargon, this is a lot about the Olympics

a/n: y’all. this fic has been reworked over and over and over since spring 2022, it’s the longest fic I’ve ever done. it’s given me so much trouble and seen me through so many changes in my life. doing my final undergrad dance show, writing my undergrad capstone, finishing undergrad, and finding my first apartment. it is my baby and has grown as much as I have since march. thank you to the sports au discord for being so lovely <3 I hope you enjoy it as always and I hope you can feel how much heart I put into this! this is for @gyukult’s sports au collab + this is loosely based on the plot of the book “funny you should ask” by elissa sussman which I can’t recommend enough! title also inspired by the harry styles song ok bye lmao <3

Work isn’t particularly difficult, in your opinion. You’re used to hearing the people around you complain about how much their workload consumes them to a point of no return, but as you made your way into your first adult job as a writer, you tried to stop that from happening.

It’s not exactly easy when you have to navigate the entertainment industry while writing, but the idea of trying to craft new narratives about celebrities that the public is convinced that they know inside and out still excites you.

Even if you’re not exactly fond of whoever you’re writing about, the challenge still intrigues you. Thus, the conversations surrounding ideas for new profiles are always equal parts captivating and nerve-wracking.

“How do you feel about Joshua Hong?” Your manager asks. You look up to see her balancing her weight on the side of your desk, a neutral expression paints her face.

She knows this is a loaded question, all things considered.

“You know how I feel about him,” You blink at her before facing your computer again.

“I do, but I need an updated response considering the anniversary,” She persists. You sigh, swiveling around to face her again before responding.

“He’s great. I like him,” Your voice trails off, you try to nod to convince her, but it’s not working.

Your life has been so intertwined with Joshua Hong’s career as a professional figure skater that it’s hard to delineate life before and after him. He wasn't there, then one day he seemed to consume your life completely.

Before your start as a journalist, you ran a very well-known, albeit secretive, blog about Joshua Hong as a teenager. It was relatively harmless and safe for work, spare the occasional thirst posts sprinkled in. It mostly contained updates about the then emerging skater’s career, offering illegal torrent links for broadcasts of his performances that weren’t available worldwide and communicating with other fans about your love for him. Yet, some random post about him qualifying for the Olympics went insanely viral when you were 17, garnering over 1 million shares in under a week.

It was substantial enough to get his management's attention, and you had the opportunity to interview him not only for your blog but for a major publication for their Winter Olympics coverage series.

With two opportunities to write about him, you were able to fulfill the fan service pleas from your fellow fans for the blog and write a serious piece that made the general public interested in him from the perspective of a fan that knew the general timeline of his career.

The quick success felt like a fluke, but it led you to an undergraduate degree and a dream job as an entertainment writer at one of your favorite companies almost immediately after graduation.

He technically made your career, whether you wanted to admit it or not.

You’ve been trying to forget about the anniversary, but everyone in your life seems determined to bring it up whenever they see you.

“Well, we want you to do a 10-year reunion interview piece with him. That’s only if you want to,” Her voice was sympathetic, but you’re mainly focused on the number. It really had been 10 years, hadn’t it?

You were both incredibly established in your respective careers, him as a 5-time gold medalist with appearances at 3 Olympic Games, and you with a prolific image as a relatable yet incisive celebrity interviewer. It completely makes sense for you two to meet again, considering how much the first interview changed the trajectory of your lives.

It would feed into the nostalgia of Joshua fans that grew up alongside you as readers of your blog and new fans that clamored for any new Joshua content.

Yet, you weren’t exactly convinced.

“I mean, his team could’ve had anyone else write a big profile on him. We’re not the only website in the world with an entertainment section,” You fight the urge to bite your nails and instead choose to wring your hands together.

“He asked us to do it,” She admits.

You try not to look too shocked, but that definitely changes things. You were not close with Joshua whatsoever. Sure, he’d occasionally like your social media posts and wish you a happy birthday every year, but that was the extent of your relationship.

Your teenage self thinks it might be him looking for closure, wondering what might have happened if you stayed in touch.

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I posted 799 times in 2022

That's 541 more posts than 2021!

765 posts created (96%)

34 posts reblogged (4%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@healersadjust

@stargazing-in-ishgard

@bonvoyagenoona

@windupzero

I tagged 534 of my posts in 2022

Only 33% of my posts had no tags

#ffxiv - 277 posts

#ffxiv headcanons - 109 posts

#ffxiv reactions - 96 posts

#urianger augurelt - 58 posts

#estinien varlineau - 57 posts

#g'raha tia - 56 posts

#thancred waters - 52 posts

#g'raha tia x reader - 48 posts

#y'shtola rhul - 47 posts

#obey me otome - 45 posts

Longest Tag: 50 characters

#just when i thought the cutest couple didn't exist

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

MHA Reaction - You kiss his cheek

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A/N: I haven't been doing a lot of MHA stuff lately, but that's going to change! :)

Featured Characters: Kaminari, Kirishima, Tokoyami, Sero, Shinso, Midoriya, Bakugou, Todoroki, Amajiki, Iida

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Denki Kaminari

He would short-circuit, no question. Honestly his brain really packed up and went to lunch. His heart took control and it was driving him insane. Well, you were driving him insane. You really kissed him. He loved it. He loved you. Wait! He didn't really say that out loud, did he?

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717 notes - Posted May 1, 2022

#4

GBD Sleep Positions HCs

Warning: Flashing warning on a few of the gifs

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu

he would hold you protectively

other times he was content with just sleeping on opposite sides with no contact

he knew you were there and that's what mattered to him

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733 notes - Posted March 20, 2022

#3

MHA Reactions: Seeing their crush or s/o wearing their clothes

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Featured Characters: Kaminari, Kirishima, Tokoyami, Sero, Shinso, Midoriya, Bakugou, Todoroki, Amajiki, Iida

Warning: None!

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Denki Kaminari

"Wow, Y/N. You look great!"

He would be so excited and happy that you were wearing some of his clothes. Honestly he's been waiting for this day ever since you two started dating.

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739 notes - Posted May 3, 2022

#2

Obey Me! Brothers reaction to MC saying "Daddy can you pass the salt" during dinner with their parents

Warning: a bit suggestive, daddy kink unlocked

Context: You know what happened right? You said it and both they and your father reach for the salt. And then they realize what's going on.

Lucifer

He would pretend to be reaching for something else instead of the salt to disguise what he was reaching for. Neither of you were aiming to weird out your dad. However, for this little stunt, you were going to be punished later.

Mammon

"Of course, baby girl."

And he would reach for the salt, not even thinking about what was said. That was until he heard the choking of your father who had taken a drink when you asked. Uh oh. Well, this is why we don't say these things, Y/N.

Leviathan

He would be slightly mortified and freeze. Slightly as he was still reeling from your use of that word. All you had to do was say it and he would give you anything you wanted. Well, and it would unlock his dominant side.

Asmo

"Oops, thought they were talking to me. My bad."

He would giggle like it was nothing, but he had dark intentions. Let's just say that his hand would be entertaining you under the table. And he would enjoy making you squirm.

Satan

"I thought we had this talk, Y/N. You're to only refer to me as daddy. I'm daddy and he's your father."

Like Levi, daddy just struck a different kind of chord inside him. He just got a little peeved when you referred to anyone, real or fictional as daddy. That name was only for him. And tonight, you'll be saying it quite loudly so everyone knows who daddy is.

Beel

He was the strongest soldier trying to keep it under control. He would reach for something quickly and shove it into his mouth while trying not to think of what you said. It wasn't intended for him right? He was hungry, but not for food anymore.

"I'm feeling a bit sick, so Y/N & I'd better be going."

Belphie

"They call me daddy too."

He is going to be completely smug about it. You may be shocked at his comment, but not surprised. He loved the mortified reaction on your parents faces. He found this very entertaining.

915 notes - Posted June 23, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

MHA Reactions - You boop his nose

Denki Kaminari

Who's to say he doesn't boop you first? Anyways, he would be all giggly when you boop him, adding adorable sound effects. If heart eyes was a human, it would be him.

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1,132 notes - Posted May 9, 2022

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[ravenspeakrp]

Welcome to Raven’s Peak, Audi, we’re excited to have you! Rowen Ravenlock (Vampire, Sam Reid) has been accepted. Please be sure to stop by the CHECKLIST for the follow list, tags to track, and other reminders.

OUT OF CHARACTER 

NAME: Audi

IN CHARACTER 

FULL NAME: Rowen Ravenlock SPECIES: Vampire (Formerly: Witch) AGE: 35/Unknown DATE OF BIRTH: Forgotten GENDER IDENTITY: Cis Male NEIGHBORHOOD: Blue Horizon Marina OCCUPATION: Freelance Photographer WORKPLACE: N/A POSITIVE TRAITS: Assertive, Resilient, Independent NEGATIVE TRAITS: Reckless, Impulsive, Obnoxious LENGTH OF TIME IN RAVEN’S PEAK: He has recently returned but hasn’t been back since his death. FACE CLAIM: Sam Reid

BIOGRAPHY

TRIGGER WARNING: death tw

Born to the Ravenlock Family, Rowen was the second son of little note in a family where the bloodline mattered. “The Spare” from birth. Another three siblings followed, each one gifted as much as the one before them but none quite as ignored as Rowen. He was given a lot of freedom as a child, resulting in his rebellious nature as he got older.

Darker magic. Something unspoken throughout the family as he investigated it on his own and researched it from an early age on black magic.

He played by his own rules as he grew up but was loyal to the family to a fault, despite always being cast aside for his older brother and other siblings who were calmer, easier, and more in line with the family values.

Rowen still played the dutiful son, marrying young to another witch in town who was calm and quiet like the rest of them and was seen as an excellent match for him. He cared for her and their children, but it had its limits. They were friends, an arranged marriage to continue the bloodline of the Ravenlock lineage and they were content to keep love out of their vocabulary.

However, that didn't stay that way for Rowen, who loved his children and did his best to treat them equally unlike his own childhood of being forgotten. There was another that caught more than his eye as he grew a bit older, noticing that there was a pull towards them that he'd never felt before. Love.

In no time at all, Rowen fell in love with a wolf. He was ready to forgo everything that he knew to be with her and leave Raven's Peak with them if possible. His family a distant thought as the obsession of their love threatened to overwhelm and overtake whatever path his life was supposed to take. However when their relationship was discovered, it was more than frowned upon, it was forbidden.

They'd been found out, a secret exposed as they were both caught breaking apart their lives for one spent together. There was only a single chance to work his way back into his family's good graces to denounce his love but he didn't. Instead, he was ready to give it all up for her when he was attacked and left for dead by the Krause hunters who tolerated the witches but couldn't let one that chose the wolves be left to live.

It was a calculated attack and risk, as the spare was no longer needed and seen more as a liability than loyalty. As he lay dying, it was his love that saved him by bringing him to a vampire that accepted her pleadings for his life to turn him. Moments away from death, Rowen was bitten.

He would have rather died.

Yet he woke up the following night with cold, old dirt in his mouth as he’d been mistaken as too far gone to turn and a terrible hunger, knowing that he would no longer be the same as he'd been. It took hours to crawl back to the surface again, leaving him gasping for air that he no longer needed and a ravenous ache in the pit of his stomach.

It felt like betrayal and anger, burrowed deep within his bones that settled in with his death as Rowen couldn't go home again. He couldn't see the family he'd turned his back on or be around anyone who once loved him. Instead, he locked himself away with other vampires until he got his bloodlust under control.

He left Raven's Peak once he was able to be on his own, needing to get away from everything that he's known and the resentment that lay within him with this one decision to keep him there forever. It felt like a chain around his throat no matter where he went or how long he was gone as it only ever tightened as time wore on. 

Since then he stayed away from Raven's Peak, never stepping foot there for centuries as he would pop in and out of history to leave something of note before he was gone again. Battles raged, colonies disappeared, and ships sunk without so much as a whisper of his name but it was written in the blood and the mystery that followed.

He continued to act out over time but there was one constant that he returned to and it was her. But it never lasted before he was gone again, the obsession and love that he felt for her twisting with the knife of betrayal at being turned that was still in his back.

He's been gone for too long to make sense of what's left or new and has not returned to Raven's Peak, the place of his birth and death. 

A freelance photographer in this life, he travels the world constantly on the move and sees the world now through a lens while still feeling like an observer/outsider. A rightful spot considering his touch only ever brought destruction with it. 

Rowen lives in the marina on a boat because fuck living in town despite having bought a home in hidden hills and has yet to step foot in there. He even hired someone to purchase, decorate, and clean up the place before his arrival but it lies empty still.

EXTRAS

FILLING CONNECTION: original witch (technically) INSPIRATIONS: https://www.pinterest.com/sourpony/ch-i-set-myself-on-fire-rowen/

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I used to not post about characters I disliked. I used to have a very solid personal mission to only post about my positive fandom feelings, and keep my negative fandom feelings to myself, on my offline journal. But then access to my laptop became more inconvenient, and it was then either write on my Tumblr or not at all. Maybe it was then that not posting became the same as repression.

But now I think there's something equally significant in knowing why we dislike a character/story/series, if not as important as knowing what artworks we do like. I've believed for the longest time, that reacting to art is important in practicing thought processes and understanding ourselves more. Even if the only thing you understand is "I don't think I like/believe this sort of thing", that was still a valuable bit of practicing thinking and a progression in understanding one's self a little more, even incrementally. Like, even if someone doesn't believe in horoscopes, just the practice of thinking about them, prompts an exercise in introspection, and that's valuable. It took me a long time, but I figured out that allowing myself to express a full range of emotions, including accepting my own negative emotions, is better than repression. So even if a reaction to an artwork/story/character is a negative emotion, there's still value in it. It's worth trying to understand WHY I feel this way, even if it's consuming time to understand a negative feeling.

Not that I condone going into tags for a character and posting character-hate. Nor commenting onto posts, that are clearly about loving a character/series, for the sole purpose of dumping on everyone else's good time. I always make sure to never tag my character-hate with the actual character's name. Same for a series. That's why we all freaked out when the Tumblr UI changed for a while, to show all individual words in a phrase-tag, into individual tag searches. Suddenly, tags like "#i hate this character/series" were showing up in the tag "#character/series". That's something to actively avoid. Just because I dislike a character/series, doesn't mean that other people can't have fun enjoying that same character/series. In fact, to go against that, would be the inverse of what I was just saying, about "everyone's feelings in reaction to an artwork being valid (including negative emotions) and even more important than authorial intent". There's something valuable to be gained from an artwork for anyone, even if, in regards to a specific artwork, I'm not one of them.

But specifically, I recently have come to really dislike a certain character, and even I was DUMBFOUNDED why I thought about why I dislike them, SO OFTEN. Was it fun??? I thought feeling negative emotions wasn't fun for me? That's why I avoided posting any negative fandom thoughts onto my blog, for so long, back in the day. In my real life, I avoided all negative emotions, back in the day, because even just secretly feeling them wasn't fun for me. But because I recently kept questioning that emotion, instead of disregarding it and not giving it any time or thought, I've come to an important epiphany about myself. I was having a strong reaction---though negative---because my subconscious was trying to tell me something important that I hadn't noticed about my life and myself. There's something to be said for doggedly questioning and confronting the Jungian Shadow, instead of dismissing it and not giving it any time. I had to know WHY I felt so strongly negative about this character and their story. And when I finally figured it out, it made me realize something important in my life, that I had been blocking out, repressing, and staying blind to, as a Defense Mechanism. Back in the day, I would not have given these negative emotions about that character, time for posts on my blog, but because I chased down the WHY behind those feelings, instead of letting them motivate me to dump on fans of that character, I was able to come to an important revelation about myself.

Even negative emotions are valuable introspection. The point of art to me is to have an emotional reaction, experience, or just thoughts spurred on by the artwork as a catalyst. My recent experience has proved to me, that even negative emotions can have value. ...Just don't use them to hurt anyone else. No toxic fandom harassment please.

[gallusrostromegalus]

So apparently I have a love of late-90's to early 10's Shonen Jump Series, because the terrible management practices there create stories that are roughed up and poked through with structural holes that my brain enjoys the shape of, like how coral likes to colonize old sunken battleships because the texture of the iron is right for it. Except instead of covering it over, Imagine if the coral entirely re-structured the battleship into a solar-powered mobile reef and also brought back Liopleurodon, because that's what I do to the shambles of a plot and That One Character The Author Did Dirty.

I'm doing it to Yu-Gi-Oh (On God, I'm still writing TPOFATGIF. I wrote 10K of it last week! I'm just not at a good update point and life keeps happening).

There's 50k of Naruto fic lurking in my drafts folder that I occasionally take out and jiggle for fun but it never wants to coagulate into something beyond a handful of emotionally wrought scenes.

In a few years, I will probably be doing it to BNHA, because it's got the same kind of editorial shrapnel holes in it, and I thought of a Very Funny OC.

...But right now, I'm doing it to Bleach.

To be clear, I love Bleach. It was the first series i wrote fanfic for, back in 2009. You're not going to see that fic directly, because I'm butchering it for spare parts to use in AEIWAM, but if you get 00's vibes from it, that's where they're coming from.

Anyway, I got back into Bleach because I underwent surgery back in January and the anesthesia did something weird but so far net positive to my brain, and I recovered a bunch of memories that I had previously lost to dengue fever resurfaced. Perhaps I should have more organs removed.

Anyway, I also was preparing to move, and re-discovered my copy of beloved children's book Seven Blind Mice, by Ed Young. Here's a PDF of the whole book for you to enjoy.

Which got me thinking about my favorite character ever to get done dirty by an author, Kaname Tousen.

Which induced a post-anesthesia manic writing spree and now there's a 100K word outline that is a full-scale rewrite that significantly restructures the plot after the structure of Seven Blind Mice so there aren't flashbacks, things are more coherently foreshadowed, and The Great Forces Of The Universe are also Bad Puns.

The title is An Elephant Is Warm And Mushy, or AEIWAM for the tags.

Highlights of the fic/draft so far below the cut:

If TPOFATGIF is about pairs and duos and parallels and opposities and other things about the number 2, AEIWAM is about Triads, balances and cycles and other things relating to the number 3. The cycle of Samsara- Life, Death and Rebirth. The Living World, The Spirit World, and The Demon World. Creation, Preservation and Destruction. Freedom, Peace and Justice. Hot smutty threesomes, you get the idea.

Also this fic is gonna be rated E, no way around it. That's Load-Bearing, Thematically Relevant Smut.

I mean Bleach itself has Triads baked right in- Shingami, Hollows and Quincies. If anything, I'm just expanding on the theme.

Changed some backstories, mostly in the form of adding a few spare rooms on, for extra dimensions and flavor. -Tousen was a Librarian before he was a Shinigami. -Unohana was besties with Yamamoto's Ex-Wife. -Kenpachi was raised by Eagles. -Gin is, very literally, A Dick.

Featuring Fun New OCs Including but not limited to: -Yamamoto's Ex-Wife, who now runs the Best Little Whorehouse in the Rukongai (it's unionized!) -Kakyo is technically a canon character but she got fridged so hard she doesn't have a surname. I've fixed that. -A Hollow that is The Looney Toons Roadrunner. Just describing him and his backstory has made at least two people cry :) -Speaking of Unfridged Women Who still technically die: Uryuu's Mom is an active and plot-important character who kicks Isshin in the nuts for being a terrible father. -A Gary Larson Expy -Minazuki's twin, who is both better and worse. Sorta depends on how Afraid you are of dying vs being transformed into something unrecognizable.

Ichigo and friends are still there, though they're not the primary focus of the story.

wait

that's a lie

Orihime is the Main Character, really.

She becomes God!

Anyway, Tatsuki, Mizurio and Keigo were wildly underused in canon and they get to do stuff too.

And by "Stuff" I mean things like "Malicious Application of OSHA safety regulations", "Malicious installation of Wi-Fi" and "Straight-Up Lying To God"

I love writing little gremlin Bastards

Also, I like writing teenagers with High INT and terrible WIS scores, so the first thing they do upon hearing Rukia was arrested is research famous prison breaks and hostage rescues.

So the Soul Society arc goes HILARIOUS

Also, Uryuu gets to be a Horse Girl.

But the Main Big Change to this AU is: What if, instead of... whatever Kubo was going for in the original version, Tousen was working with Aizen against his will?

Because "Disabled, socially wronged guy with an impressive commitment to the bit" is a weird and kinda cringe villain but a GREAT protagonist.

Also lets me write Aizen as a really awful, slimy fuck and it's so fun.

Also Also, lets me really get into the GUTS of what's wrong with the soul society (and the greater universe) and there's some JUICY bits of canon lurking in there that are so much fun to fuck around with.

Also Also Also I love my blorbo and I want him to have a happy ending.

You know

AFTER The Miseries (TM)

Some Scenes, out of context: "So now God's Ass is blocking the exit from Hell. This is, as you can imagine, Less Than Ideal." Explained Gin, poking buttons and flipping switches in a very confident manner for someone who did not technically know what he was doing. With a mechanical grinding, something that looked unpleasantly like a very large taffy puller started moving. Aizen stared at it, hoping against all evidence it was not for what he imagined. "-So here's where you come in!" Gin explained, entirely too cheerfully. -- Orihime inhaled, and her chest rose like the ascendant Continental plate on a fault line. "ULQUIORRA JACOB FERNANDEZ CIFER GET YOUR PASTY LITTLE ASS DOWN HERE THIS INSTANT OR SO HELP ME-!" She did not need to finish the threat as the hollow had frozen mid-flight the second she started shouting and fell to the floor in front of them like a lead zeppelin. "Thank you." She said, pulling him up by his tail and throwing him over her shoulder like a traumatized sack of potatoes and turned to his opponent. "Ichigo?" She asked, more gently. "Are you still in there?" The hollowfied Boy stood in menacing silence. Renji's grip tightened on zabimaru, and Rukia gripped Grimmjow's ankle with both hands, prepared to use him as a club. "…holyshitthatwasreallyfuckinhotorihime." he wheezed, melting a bit. "LOL yeah you're fine." Renji laughed, slapping him on the shoulder with relief. "Your middle name is Jacob-Fernandez?" Grimmjow laughed from where he was still being dragged along the floor. "This is news to me too." Said Ulquiorra, having gone limp like a ferret or batch of overcooked spaghetti in shock. "Shut it or I'm bike-locking you two together." Orihime threatened. "Ichigo! Romance later, you're on point. Renji! Grab that bag of electronics. Rukia! Where's your brother? this place is rigged to explode in half an hour." "Promise?" Asked Ichigo, only to get dope-slapped by both Rukia and Renji. "…Do humans store everything in their boobs?" asked Vivi, watching in growing horror an awe as Orihime retrieved a strange technological device, a coil of wire and an eight-inch multitool from her cleavage. "Humans that got forced to wear a stupid uncomfortable dress that's probably fetishwear that DOESN'T HAVE ANY FUCKING POCKETS do." Growled Orihime. -- Oetsu stared at Kenpachi and remembered the lament of a friend of his who bred the finest hunting dogs, who once had a wolf break into the kennels. The horror had been twofold, she had explained. First, that there was now an incredibly powerful and dangerous beast loose in her home, then later, after the trials and injuries of getting such a creature out again- The terrible knowledge that she would never be able to create something more Magnificently Robust, More Brutally Cunning, More Sublimely Beautiful, More Perfect than the random mutations of Biology and unguided forces of natural selection already had, and the inescapable notion that her Life's Work was little more than a child's doodles of Nature's Masterwork. Oetsu looked upon Kenpachi, and understood her sorrow. "Hey, what's wrong with your boss?" Kenpachi muttered to the closest Asuichi. "Oh, he's probably just having an artistic crisis." She shrugged.

Anyway, pls send me some asks about any of the above

I should probably explain AEIEAM if I want more people to talk about it with, huh.

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I posted 1,009 times in 2022

That's 1,009 more posts than 2021!

120 posts created (12%)

889 posts reblogged (88%)

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I tagged 976 of my posts in 2022

Only 3% of my posts had no tags

#the diligent - 98 posts

#the envious - 89 posts

#the humble - 65 posts

#the patient - 63 posts

#the charitable - 61 posts

#the virtues - 58 posts

#the kind - 52 posts

#the wrathful - 47 posts

#the temperate - 44 posts

#the greedy - 39 posts

Longest Tag: 137 characters

#but it also sucks cuz i have to keep myself from writing plot and dialogue in my head or i will forget it once done wit said mundane task

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Claret Cravings | OT7 | Tails and Tushies

How did an annual check up turn into morning sex? I guess there’s other ways to test the boys’ stamina.

⇴ pairing(s): vampire bat!ot7 x mortician witch!reader ⇴ type: oneshot ⇴ words: 4.8K ⇴ rating: 18+ / M ⇴ genre/au(s): angst | fluff | smut | crack | romance | horror | hybrid au | vampire au | magic au | witch au | a/b/o dynamics ⇴ warning(s): strong language | AAVE (African American Vernacular English) | positive overstimulation | slight mmf | crying | blood | orgasm denial/teasing | breeding kink | pain kink | voyeurism | exhibitionism | aftercare | deep kissing | fingering (r rec) | dry humping (r/m rec) | nipple play | oral (m rec) | anal play (r rec) | rough unprotected vaginal sex | biting (m rec) | scratching (m rec) | growling | ball groping (m giv) | hand job (m giv) | bodily fluids | knotting (r rec) ⇴ a/n: IT WASN’T SUPPOSE TO BE LIKE THIS!!! I tried so hard not to add full blown smut but got carried away. I even thought about making a second version with just fluff and some suggestive elements. LORD HAVE MERCY ON ME😭😭😭 P.S. If you have a problem with AAVE, don’t even bother engaging with ANY of my work. It probably wasn’t written for you no way. We literally in the fucking South.

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Claret Cravings | OT7 | Midnight Mount

You’re suppose to be foraging for mushrooms but instead you’re rolling around on the forest floor with your lover like actual wild beast. Typical really.

⇴ pairing(s): vampirebat!ot7 x morticianwitch!reader | jin x reader ⇴ type: oneshot ⇴ words: 4.1K ⇴ rating: 18+ / M ⇴ genre/au(s): angst | fluff | smut | romance | horror | hybrid au | vampire au | magic au | witch au | a/b/o dynamics ⇴ warning(s): strong language | AAVE (African American Vernacular English) | biting (m rec) | scratching (m rec) | growling | rough sex | crying | humping | spitting (r rec) | slick eating | unprotected vaginal sex | vaginal fingering | unprotected anal sex (r rec) | knotting (r rec) | deep kissing ⇴ a/n: Reading all this Seokjin fanfic actually made me fall in love with the man😭 That is literally quite sickening that I can cry over a man that doesn’t even know I exist, let alone the act of crying over a man is.....

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When Weeds Poke | KNJ | index

It’s a bird. No, it’s a plane. Well, no again... it’s your friendly neighborhood serial killer! Suave man by day, skilled killer by night. So what happens when you confess that you may have tried out his profession by accident? Well he cleans it up, of course. Oh~, you’re such a dummy.

Started: Sep. 8, 2022 | Finished: ~~ | Status: ongoing | Last Update: Sep. 1, 2022

⇴ pairing(s): serialkiller!namjoon x elementaryteacher!reader ⇴ type: series ⇴ words: 2K ⇴ rating: 18+ / R ⇴ genre/au(s): angst | fluff | smut | romance | drama | horror | pwp | s2l | serial!killer au ⇴ warning(s): specifics provided each part | [gen: overall very gory] ⇴ a/n: I’m having too much fun with this cuz my radical brain gets to destress by putting all my unhinged thoughts in this fic😭 ⇴ What is Namu bumpin’? CD Binder ⇴ tracking: #fic: when weeds poke | #wwp: ask | #wwp: feedback | #wwp: mentioned | #wwp: vibes

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#2

Claret Cravings | OT7 | index

Coming Soon

Started: Sep. 24, 2022 | Finished: ~~ | Status: ongoing | Last Update: Dec. 14, 2022

⇴ pairing(s): vampirebat!ot7 x morticianwitch!reader ⇴ type: series ⇴ words: 14.1K ⇴ rating: 18+ / R ⇴ genre/au(s):  angst | fluff | smut | romance | horror | hybrid au | vampire au | magic au | witch au | a/b/o dynamics ⇴ warning(s): specifics provided each part | [gen: overall very kinky] ⇴ a/n: Just something about taking care of the boys seems so right. Plus not to mention the massive impact they’ve had on my life, so I feel like I’d want to do the same even if it is a fiction world where I let them drink my blood😭🥺 ⇴ What’s playing on the gramophone? Vinyl Cabinet ⇴ tracking: #fic: claret cravings | #cc: ask | #cc: feedback | #cc: mentioned | #cc: vibes

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My #1 post of 2022

Claret Cravings | OT7 | Skin of the Mother, Mouths of the Babes

Emotions run high when you tell your lil’ vampire bats that they won’t be drinking cow’s blood this week. It stresses you out, and they unfortunately feel the brunt of it.

⇴ pairing(s): vampire bat!ot7 x mortician witch!reader ⇴ type: oneshot ⇴ words: 5.2K ⇴ rating: NC-17 ⇴ genre/au(s): angst | fluff | smut | romance | horror | hybrid au | vampire au | magic au | witch au | a/b/o dynamics ⇴ warning(s): strong language | blood | mentions of trauma | sexual innuendos | anxiety attack | meltdown | crying | hurt feelings | deep kissing | groping (r rec) | Namjoon a lil horny | Kookie and Tae like boobs ⇴ a/n: So while writing this, I was doing research on bats and they actually have infrared vision so that they can find the hottest, blood-letting spots on the body. But that also means the boys would be able to see you blush before it appears. But I say all that to say, they would be able to see darkskin women/femmes blush (I mean you can actually see it with the human eye, if you cared enough, but hey), and I think that’s the cutest thing ever. I try not to describe my oc’s too much other than some staple black aesthetics, so that every black girl/femme can feel seen.

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[suna-reversed]

JJK || tiktok prank where you put them in s*x positions

(Yuuji, Megumi, Gojo, Nanami, Toji, Sukuna, Naoya)

warnings/tags: suggestive content, crack || all characters are aged up

A/N: this is so bad i apologise, I basically saw a tiktok where this girl puts her boyfriend in different sex positions under the guise of yoga, and now here we are😭 (this is “child’s pose” btw)

Yuuji :

genuinely excited to try out yoga positions with you, it’s like one of those “cute couple things” for him.

“Okay, so I get on all fours like this?”

“Uh huh, and then you just press your head forward in between your arms and arch your back.”

“Ahh, I definitely feel the stretch...wait, why aren’t you doing it?”

You die laughing while babyboy is just confused. Wakes you up at 12 am when he sees it on his tiktok feed and you’re confused as to why his hands are kneading the flesh of your thighs while he looks at you worriedly.

“I never thought you felt that much of a burn in your thighs while doing that.” 🥺

Megumi :

god knows how you’ve gotten him to agree to this, and even then, it’s still very begrudging agreement. Plus, you have to dress up in full yoga gear for him to actually take you seriously.

“Okay so this one is called a ‘froggy hop’. You squat down low and then you bounce- but keep your feet on the ground.”

He had sensed that you were upto something from the start so he’s pretty quick to catch onto it, the sincere concentration on his face turning into a scowl as he realises it “mid-hop”.

You’d be tackled down on the couch within seconds, him groaning into your neck in embarrassment, while you’re still laughing.

“We’re never-ever doing yoga again.”

“Sure sure, whatever you say ‘gumi!”

Your eyes widen, laughter dying down a bit as his hands pin your hands above your head, pout still evident on his face as he mumbles,

“I don’t think I mind the yoga pants though.”

Gojo :

we’ve all seen this man and his giraffe legs, so this was basically a way for him to show off his “flexibility”. Plus, he makes the effort to wear one of your yoga pants. When you mock him- he simply declares that you’re jealous his ass looks better in it.

“Huh? I’ve never heard of this one before- but it’s nothing Gojo Satoru can’t handle.”

He’s so dramatic with his movements, full on pokes his ass out while he bends his knees on the couch and holds onto the arm of it.

“Okay now you just put one of your leg up and arch your back- yup just like that.”

“Oh-”

Your attempt at running away is butchered by the 6’3 man throwing you over his shoulder and carrying you to the bedroom, a loud smack being delivers to your ass midway.

“Well, let’s see if you can handle a little more yoga for the rest of the night.”

Nanami :

another one who begrudgingly agrees, and you think it’s because of the rant you went on about the “stress-relieving” benefits of yoga, but in reality he saw you so excited about something and simply couldn’t deny you.🥺🥺

“Okay, so now we put our legs up into the air, and then you just press them to your chest.”

“Is this some new type of yoga? I can’t say I’m familiar with any that we’ve done today.”

Nanami still does it though, and you feel a little bad but at the same time you’re trying so hard to stifle a giggle that you end up snorting instead.

It all clicks pretty quickly after that. And before you know it, you’re being pulled on top of the man, his hand sliding inside the back of your shirt, a lazy but knowing smile resting on his lips as he says,

“Well, my love, allow me to teach you of the yoga positions I know about.”

Toji :

he will not do it. period. and you’d end up pouting and telling him about the prank.

“Ok, we’ll do it-”

“Really?!”

“...but you wear those grey yoga pants and I get to put you in the positions.”

“That’s just...regular sex in yoga pants Toji.”

“Exactly, now go change.”

“...”😐😐

“I’ll get you takeout afterwards.”

“Deal.”

Sukuna :

you’d probably have to sell your soul or something for it to happen- orr really hurt his ego.

“You’re just scared your ancient curse body can’t handle it.”

(Safe to say, your body was not able to handle what came afterwards). But, here you were in your living room later, the curse smirking while looking up at you from the floor where he laid in “child’s pose”.

He was a little suspicious from the start anyways, and it all came to him as he waited for you to look a little defeated, only to find you clutching your chest from laughter instead.

“Oh, so you think you’re the boss now huh?”

He made sure he took you in all those positions combined and more 😀

Naoya :

“yes, you just bend over the couch like that, and put your head on your forearms.”

You realise you’ve finally got him in a vulnerable position.

Seeing your chance, you kick him in the ass before driving a knife through his back. Then you run away to find a much better man (perhaps King Kita who drinks respect-women juice, unlike the fucking doormat you were dating.)