#pros of curly hair;; fun

[monards]

maybe its time i finally committ and learn how to cut my own hair

[notthestarwar]

Wheres that post talking about the different hair routines of different clones where tup would have like a full our routine and some of them would be using all in one shower gel???

Anyway I feel that intensely cause like while I do feel all the clones should have curly hair and love to see it, there's a massive difference in well cared for curly hair vs curly hair you've used shower gel on. And I think the standard would be to use shower gel on it tbh. I do not think conditioner was standard issue in the gar.

I love the idea of there being a few clones who are all about their haircare routine and the rest of their brothers are like ??? Why does your hair look like that tho? Is a mutation? And they're like. No! This is just what your hair would look like if it was looked after. Seems fake but OK, what's conditioner?

[asvterias]

𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 ~ 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦 𝘭𝘢 𝘳𝘶𝘦

clarisse la rue masterlist

warnings: none

pairings: clarisse la rue ✘ black!fem!demigod!reader

summary: in which, an exhausted and overstimulated clarisse visits her girlfriend, seeking comfort.

word count: 1.5k+

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author’s note: kinda just got this idea and decided to flow with it.

being a captain counselor wasn’t as fun as it seemed, there were pros and cons to that title. for instance, a certain blonde boy had too many opinions and very few reasons. it was an annoying day for your girlfriend clarisse, spear training didn’t go as expected and luke managed to piss her off even further.

thankfully, the bright sun started to disappear, going down, now replacing it with the shining moon.

clarisse knew if she spent one more hour with her friend, luke, he’d be going home with a serious injury to tend to over the next week. of course, your girlfriend didn’t have more self-control than you wished, but she was trying, at least for you, attempting to not allow her emotions to run wild and stupid. and if she allows her emotions to run rampant then she’s easily got hot-tempered and someone was bound to get hurt.

once the chimes rang three times, signaling the start of dinner, she instantly rushed out of arena grounds and started her journey to your cabin.

stumbling into your cabin room, she watches you occupied by reading a book.

her eyes were slanted and tired, still holding some annoyance, a frown set upon her lips as she sluggishly tossed her spear on the floor. the la rue girl grumbled under her breath, scratching the back of her curly hair, waiting for you to notice her presence.

clarisse swore her heart fluttered immensely in her chest when you finally looked up at her. the faint smile tugging at the ends of your lips with your finger brimming over the current page of your book, finally closing it.

“what’s wrong, baby?” you asked, discarding your book on the bedside table. instead of replying to your question, she shook her head and released an exhaustive moan from her mouth.

very begrudgingly, she sauntered over to you, crawling on the bed, and instantly snuggled up into your touch, gently resting her face on your chest. playing with her loose thick curls, you massage her head as you feel her sigh against you.

“it’s nothing, princess,” she finally spoke, partially muffled by her face in between your breasts.

“you don’t have to lie to me,” you reassure her.

she sighs yet again, nuzzling her head further into your chest.

“i just don’t wanna talk about it right now…if that’s okay with you.”

seemingly, you understood her statement with a soft nod, despite the small frown tugging at the ends of your lips. now wasn’t the time to be curious. she just wanted peace with her favorite girl and you were going to respect her wishes, no longer bothering clarisse on the subject any further until she’s ready.

you just wanted to comfort her, scratching her scalp slowly as a way to ease her worries.

from the moment clarisse laid eyes on you, she never knew how hard she’d fall for you, and if she could unconditionally fall in love harder with every moment spent with you. no one else made her feel like this before, completely smitten and in love, vaguely expressing her softer side, the vulnerability that weighs heavy in her heart can wither away just as easily. only you could achieve this and clarisse was determined to keep it that way.

“hmmm that’s okay with me, babe,” you pressed a soft kiss on her forehead. her forehead creases in response but relaxes.

clarisse was blessed to have such an understanding and caring girlfriend who never failed to comfort her with your affirmations. your thoughtfulness and unwavering support were a source of comfort and reassurance for her.

“thank you, you’re the best.”

“…do you wanna go train? i know it always calms you down,” you suggest, with a warm grin massaging her head.

all she did was hum once and slightly raise her eyebrows at the suggestion. as always, you were right, it was a good idea. somehow, she unleashes her frustrations on the game, disposing of her worries but not this time. in fact, it wasn’t even the idea she had in mind, wanting to rather display those needs right now. for you and to you.

“maybe later…” clarisse shuffled on you, leaning her head closer into your neck, “i’m too comfortable with my girl and she’s so addicting to not eat up right now.” she seductively whispered in your ear, her voice hoarsely as flush appeared on your cheeks

“i thought you were tired,” you murmured, staring down at her. the butterflies in your stomach erupted widely, fluttering all around.

focusing your attention on the curls of her hair that you were detangling, ignoring clarisse’s intense stare, or how dangerously close her freshly done black nails were teasing upward against your exposed thigh.

you knew what clarisse expected out of you; for you to give her a reaction, giving her the upper hand in this situation. normally, you’d always give in, handing clarisse’s dominance over you directly on a silver platter, but this time will be different. you refused to give her this satisfaction of dominance.

it was time for things to change, and they were going to change now and for good.

“i was,” she admits, looking down briefly at her fingers trailing across your thighs. you shuddered slightly, holding your breath, hoping your girlfriend wouldn’t notice. sadly, you were mistaken and she did notice, deciding to tease you even further, pretending to turn a blind eye to your small reaction. clarisse stares back up at you with an evil smirk, “but not anymore,”

“the sudden switch up is insane,” you flustered underneath her alluring gaze.

“well…what can i say, you’re my medicine, princess,”

“whatever makes you happy,” you retorted with a heavy sigh.

“you; you make me beyond happy,”

“aren’t you quite the flatterer?” throwing a playful wink at the curly-haired girl.

“only for you,”

you inhaled softly at her comforting touch as her lips trailed down to your neck.

“don’t you wanna relax, though?” you asked her, goosebumps appearing all over your body from her magnetic touch, “with all these new monsters attacking camp constantly, you really need your head in the game, you’re the best warrior here after all,”

“oh, really?” she looks at you with a raised eyebrow with an unimpressed smile, “is that all i am to you? the best warrior of this camp, nothing else?”

“stop doing those rhetorical questions. you know i hate it when you do that,” you hit her shoulder, watching a smile form on her face, “we both know that you’re much more than that to me.”

“then stop treating me as such, and let me love you,” she finished her sentence with a seductive smile.

you felt your heart drop, a pit in your stomach forming massively, whether it was from an undeniable excitement or an unspoken fear, you didn’t know. either way, you wanted to remain unaware and live in the moment, the adrenaline pumping through your veins, your thoughts running wild, and your heart pounding against your chest.

you wanted to spur her even further, push her to the tipping edge, want her to lose all self-control, and have her way with you. fortunately, the perfect statement swiftly came to mind, and all that was needed was to confidently assert it.

“so, what’s stopping you then?”

she fell right into your trap, as the la rue girl leaned in for a kiss, and with a warm smile, you accepted it, hypnotized by her lips. both of your movements were slow-paced and gentle, and her hand caressed your cheek, deepening the intense kiss. slowly but surely, her lips trailed down to your jaw, settling into your neck, placing small wet chaste kisses there. she sucked on your neck, tugging at the bare flesh, almost nipping at it, reveling in your soft whimpers and moans. if anything, your noises of pleasure only further encouraged her to create a small hickey and she did just that, allowing you to throw your head back.

oh, and she did love you alright. she loved you so much that your neck was covered in hickeys, leading up to the point where it was absolutely embarrassing for you.

due to your brown skin color, it wasn’t that noticeable unless someone was really observing your neck very thoroughly and pointed it out.

clearly, it was very stupid of you to give her that suggestion with your approval.

you shouldn’t have even made that remark. of course, your mouth moved faster than your brain, telling you to dive headfirst and forget about the consequences.

next time, you definitely weren’t underestimating your girlfriend’s tactics.

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[captainmalewriter]

College Janitor

Alright, I'll be the first to admit that working as a janitor fucking sucks. Nobody has ever said "Wow! I wanna clean up other people's shit for a living!" and for good reason too. It's disgusting and more often than not it's completely thankless job. This shit fucking sucks, pun not intended.

So why did the hell did I willing decide to become a janitor when I hate it so much? Well, let me tell you. Even though there's a lot of cons to the job, there is one pro that singlehandedly makes it all worth it. I didn't just become a janitor at some random place, no, I became one at a college residence hall. This place is just teeming with young, horny bodies everywhere! And since college students are always coming and going every year, my catalog of bodies just keeps on growing! This place is perfect for a body hopper like me, especially since nobody ever suspects the nameless janitor...

Take my most recent body for example. This clueless freshman had no idea he would get possessed when he first moved into the dorms!

I just love the way a fresh body feels after I possess them! My personal favorites are all the skinny guys with no meat or hair on their bones. It's always so much fun seeing my beer belly of a gut squeeze into them as I possess and take over their bodies for myself. They get all bloated and fat while I squeeze my spiritual form down their throats. It always take me a couple of minutes to slither down into their bodies, but the effort is always worth it. The sound of them grunting and gagging while getting filled up by my essence is always so hot!

Their bodies inflate to the max and they stumble around due to all the extra weight they just took on with my soul. Then they get all surprised when their hands start moving on their own. They don't have a clue that it's actually me controlling them from the inside! I love forcing them to moan as I start exploring my new body, slowly but surely taking over control while I rub myself down. Then, once the possession is complete and I get total control, my new vessel adjusts itself to welcome me in as its new host. My new skin snaps into place like an elastic band as all the extra body weight disappears like it never existed. Their body is all mine now, and I just can't help but smile at a job well done.

I wonder how it feels to be skinny and to have a hairy, heavy bear like me possess my body. I bet it feels good to swallow up my long, curly beard as I force myself in. It must feel pretty warm to absorb a beefy, mature man like me. Like a bear hug, only on a much deeper level. Not that I would ever know, I'm the possessor, not the possessee. Just the way I like it! I just really can't believe this twink keeps shaving all this beautiful body hair! No razor is gonna touch this body while I'm in charge, let's see if he can grow a majestic beard and a pelt of chest hair like mine. I can tell this ass is already broken in. What a shame, this long dick isn't getting action. That's gonna change too, there's plenty of ass to fuck in college!

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm off to enjoy my first month of college... Hope the new, temporary janitor knows how to get cum off the shower tiles!

[moonstruckme]

thumbprint cookies - send a character + a scenario/trope/etc. and I'll send back some headcanons

Sirius black x reader with curly hair I just dyed mine are really like dark red and I was wondering how you think Sirius would react to a color change?

i think that while Sirius loves a signature look he's also a believer in 'variety is the spice of life' he loves to mix things up

hair colors are sososo fun to him, I honestly think he'd have colored his hair when he was younger if his family let him but then when he got older he just worried about the damage because his hair is to dark to color without bleaching and we all know it's too nice to risk ruining

which is all just to say he's not only excited for but in awe of you for doing it and is lowkey living vicariously as well

fawns over it repeatedly, like will go into the other room for something and when he comes back he's just like "fuck baby you look so good," and like this goes on for the first few days lmao

does immediately start looking into whether your color palate has changed. he wants to try out different makeup looks, he's going through your closet, you're just trying to chill on the couch and he's bringing over shirts and squinting at you like "what do you think, should we get you more greens?" not so much in a critical way as much as an excuse to buy you new stuff lmao

also won't let you wash even once without color protectant shampoo (especially if its red omg) and immediately goes out to buy you products that are good for both colored hair and curly hair

is lowkey devastated when it still fades a bit after the first wash, even though you warned him this would happen

is just obsessed and in awe and now will be weighing the pros and cons of dying his own hair all over again

[ire-as-iris]

What does your future self wants to say to you? [Divination Reading no. 2]

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Pile 01

Hey! I hope you're okay. You know, I miss you very much. If only I could back to that day or that version of myself, I would do better but it's too late but not that much. It's like, umm... to boost myself better kind of thought I really miss our moments together, messing with each other and crying like we're in some sort of a movie. This time it's different, it's like I've been consumed to responsibilities and nothing excites me that much. I wanna go back but I can't still, I'm glad I am at a better place financially speaking, spiritually, I don't know I'm not sure but moving this heavy message aside. I hope you're having fun right now make sure that the path you chose is different. I gotta go now, I have a lot of work to do see you again, sometime ❤

🔴 In summary, this one page of my notebook is not enough to say everything she wants to say, If I let her continue I'm afraid it will a whole chapter of a novel lol

🔴 A farm or barn may be significant

🔴 The part where she said different, screams something to me... don't be someone you're not because others their best for you, know when to take it and leave it (e.g in college course)

🔴 I imagined a girl with a long hair, oversized shirt in the rain, laughing her pain to let it go

🔴 She's talkative, my hand hurts writing this hahaha

🔴 You're an extrovert who may be mistaken as an introvert (Oops, I mean you're an introvert and people see you as an extrovert when you're alone, look how I write it wrong here too🤣)

🔴 Majority here seems to be teenagers like me xD

Pile 02

(Trigger warning: mention of sui!c1d3)

Live your life, I'm grateful that I did not t@ke my life (do you have su1cid@l thoughts pile 2?). Bro it's so peaceful to be here, I thought taking my you know will end it but I was wrong, something came to me that stopped me, it was an angel. She was warm and nice (tall too around 5'8, white pale skin color). I think I can't imagine myself to be here if not for her. Now I'm working a normal job with a normal life, enough for me to decide what I want. Ya get what I'm saying? I wasn't planning to have kids, but look! I have one (three or two for some of you). Life's so short and times so fast so keep doing you lad 😉

Peace out! Oh before that, I just want to tell you to don't force anything okay? It'll come, THAT thing so yeah, let's talk again some time 😉

🔴 I feel like majority that picked this pile are dudes (straight but, again take it how it resonates if you're a member of LGBTQ)

🔴 Chill people

🔴 THAT thing may mean a number of things, depending on you it can be your dream, or really THAT sezzz, etc.

🔴 The angel maybe a literal angel, someone you know (e.g friends, family, etc.) or you're future spouse

🔴 I imagined someone with a curly hair light brown and has beared, he's thin but tall, white skin as well

🔴 He's wearing a jacket, white tee, and long pants (pale dark blue)

🔴 You're maybe in you're twenties or turning 30

🔴 Moon in Gemini at 4th House

🔴 For some of you, I'm feeling that your future spouse (especially if they're a girl) have the vibes of the tracks below.

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I can't believe I'm already here, I'm so successful! I've got the benz and my Renz (man, dream guy/the one, whatever you call it). You've got the boss energy, trust me the people who helped you. I feel like the richest on the earth hhahah

Keep on going mama, the universe got us! Loyalty! Love yourself and other people and it will get back to you. It may not be exactly as the way you want it but, I promise you and I'm sure it going to be better, the best. You'll get it poppin! Ya know what I'm sayin?😘

🔴 Don't be consumed by fame, be yourself positively.

🔴 Some people here have the "Who you?" tendency in a negative way, please don't be like that. (Who you means treating the people you know as strangers because you have the bag and everything you dreamed of)

🔴 Remember being a bish to others will give you shi* to yourself, and your loved ones, your child may be the one who'll suffer if you don't change it

🔴 Funny people are reading this pile

🔴 Harry styles, love and disco songs maybe you're favorite/topic of your songs

🔴 Influencer, artists, rappers, people of color, rags to riches, attitude

🔴 Neptune in Capricorn at the First House

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[mysticstarlightduck]

OC Smash or Pass

I was tagged by @writernopal (here)! Thank you so much for this fun Tag! I think I might do a few of these for my OCs, because I adore this tag game (:

Rules: pretty self-explanatory. include physical descriptions or pics, and propaganda. the “other” label can be used for “sexuality misalignment” (ie: oc is femme and you’re gay, vice versa or you aren’t into smashing but a specific thing you wanna do with them like perhaps hug or study them under a microscope idc)

Augustus Grimmure

Description (I haven't completed his character art yet): Augustus is a tall young man with dark skin and long, curly ashen brown hair - which he usually styles into a very neat ponytail with a purple ribbon. He has hazel eyes that can glow red or purple depending on which magic he uses. Augustus usually wears a long dapper suit/coat (in the colors of either white, dark purple, green, or charcoal black), along with a silk ruffle tie and other Victorian-style clothing, he also has dark circles under his eyes and may wear gloves from time to time. Has a sharp smile. He is heavily near-sighted and often wears spectacles/glasses (when possible) reinforced by magic - which might be because I wanted a glass-wearing protagonist in this book because I personally can't see shite without my glasses IRL (:

Basic Facts:

Height - 6 ft (around 1.80m)

Age - 19, soon to be 20

Gender - Male

Pronouns - He/Him

Occupation: Necromancer

Sexuality - An extremely hot, very romantic, Asexual straight man

Pros:

HUGGER! Once he's grown to love you that is. Augustus loves to show how much he cares by holding hands, cuddling, running hands through your hair, and (especially) hugging. He wants a relationship to be something special.

Augustus is very brave, and it takes a lot to faze him, especially since he is one of the most powerful beings in Ansburke, but even if he weren't he doesn't hesitate to face risks if it means doing something he considers right - especially when it comes to protecting the one he loves.

Dark Academia aesthetic (more like Chaotic Academia lmao) incarnate, and very gothic-coded. A romance with him has strong Gomez/Morticia vibes (this is legit the best way I could describe it), it's all about finding love in the dark and even macabre. He's also hopelessly devoted, and quite the romantic underneath his chaotic exterior.

Intelligent and witty, with a wild sense of humor. Will not hesitate to pull a carefully thought-out prank on someone if it makes you both laugh. Is also known for his clever comebacks, especially to those who already have it coming.

A good listener. Even if he is not particularly interested in whatever it is you are talking about, he will lend you his attention and let you finish your vent, however long it may be. He's also very good at problem-solving, having a scholar's mindset.

Neutral Facts (that may be pros or cons to some):

Augustus is somewhat inspired by the story of Victor Frankenstein (this character was born of the question I once asked myself - "What if Frankenstein wasn't insane and was a sorcerer instead of a scientist?"). This means he inherits a bit of a mad scientist's disregard for rules and tradition.

He doesn't enjoy sexual intimacy or acts of that nature at all, even though he isn't particularly sex-repulsed - he's asexual, and personally just finds sex a useless and slightly disturbing waste of time. That doesn't mean he doesn't like other kinds of intimacy - as mentioned before, once he gets truly close to someone, he's quite the hugger. (Btw, his love languages are Quality Time and (non-sexual) Physical Touch.)

Cons:

Has severe trust issues. While on the surface Augustus has a very personable and polite behavior towards anyone that doesn't personally irk him (when he isn't feeling particularly petty), he believes that "everyone is out to achieve their own personal goals at all costs" and that in their cutthroat world, everyone is looking to get the upper hand on someone else, so the walls around his heart (beyond a superficially friendly relationship) are quite tall and armored. He would never betray someone who trusts him but is constantly expecting to be personally betrayed. It takes a lot to prove that you truly care for him with no strings attached, but it is worth it when you finally do!

Extended lifespan - while it means no human can truly kill him (whilst he is under the constraints of his contract to the Deathbringer, a fae demon he made a deal with) during your adventures, it also means that you, a human, will eventually get older much quicker than him and die long before him - unless he's broken his Oath, which would return his lifespan back to a normal human's.

Does have a bit of morbid/dark humor natural to any necromancer so, while it can lead to funny and slightly unhinged interactions, he doesn't quite understand why some people consider his deathly jokes as inappropriate (even though he means no harm, that's just his sense humor and how he views te world).

His devotion has a "dark side" (to him) that comes out in the form of self-sacrificial tendencies and will fight Gods if prompted, with no second thoughts about his own safety, if it means keeping the select few people he trusts away from harm. Has no qualms about killing his enemies to achieve that as well.

Tagging (gently, no pressure): @lassiesandiego, @oh-no-another-idea, @writernopal, @tabswrites, @rickie-the-storyteller, @steh-lar-uh-nuhs, @little-peril-stories, @clairelsonao3, @jasperygrace, @jay-avian, @forthesanityofstorytellers, @aziz-reads, @doublegoblin, @gummybugg, @autumnalwalker, @olivescales3, @junypr-camus, @ashen-crest, @starlit-hopes-and-dreams, @bardicbeetle @talesofsorrowandofruin, @mitchell-nihil, @pluttskutt, @saltysupercomputer, @stesierra and @dreaminggoblin

[cittielinks]

☆彡 Transcribing love into a letter.

Yoo Joonghyuk is the most famous pro gamer in the entire world. It did not come as a surprise that he would have massive fans around the world. He has a perfect face and body that are somehow etched by a famous painter, his watercolor eyes, along with his curly hair, are to die for, he has fame and power. He was even rated as one of the most desirable men, according to both women and men. It is never a surprise that his manager, Kim Dokja, fell for him, even though this famous Supreme King is a rude sunfish bastard who deserves lukewarm c*ke zero and hard food. But Kim Dokja is kind ( and a fucking hopeless romantic), and he made sure Yoo Joonghyuk only had the best.

In order to appease the masses, EDEN, Yoo Joonghyuk’s new management, decided to open a fan mail delivery service so all of his fans could write him letters.

Every week, Yoo Joonghyuk would be bombarded with hundreds of fan letters and sometimes gifts (some of which got past security).

Unlike some bastards, Yoo Joonghyuk usually reads them one by one. Although he is a bastard, he is a kind bastard who’s kind enough to read repeated fan letters. 

Maybe it is the reason why Kim Dokja likes Yoo Joonghyuk, his awkward kindness really draws him out of everyone else. He may scorn you and glare at you, but Yoo Joonghyuk is kind… in his own way.

Kim Dokja never knew how to convey his feelings, he does not want to get hated by Yoo Joonghyuk, and he is too awkward to confess face-to-face. Despite the constant talk with Uriel about confidence, Kim Dokja will always be a coward.

So he decided to write letters after letters after letters for Yoo Joonghyuk.

He writes his deep emotions, his feelings, onto a piece of paper.

All the affection and love he could never convey to him, he wrote it all down.

Then he addressed it from Oldest Dream to Yoo Joonghyuk.

Yoo Joonghyuk will never know it was from him.

He will never know it was from Kim Dokja, a person who was always beside him, always. 

It’s fine, Kim Dokja reminded himself.

There were thousands of letters, he reckons the letters he sent through fan mail will never get read by Yoo Joonghyuk but it’s fine! He can’t do anything about it but it’s all fine. 

At least he gets to tell Yoo Joonghyuk even without telling him. 

Kim Dokja is a coward, and he loves Yoo Joonghyuk endlessly. He was content being his manager as Yoo Joonghyuk continued to shine like the protagonist Kim Dokja likes. 

Kim Dokja is content to become a person who is always beside Yoo Joonghyuk. 

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Despite what people all say, Yoo Joonghyuk was a sucker and someone who fell in love at first sight.

He knew Kim Dokja around high school; it was a tough year for both of them, so he was not surprised that Kim Dokja forgot about them being classmates. 

But Yoo Joonghhyuk fell in love with Kim Dokja—the fearless Kim Dokja, the strong-hearted Kim Dokja.

The Kim Dokja who believed in him when all mocked him and made fun of him and his plan to become a world-renowned game player

It was Kim Dokja who made him the most famous pro-gamer. He doubts he remembers it. But it’s fine. He likes Kim Dokja, whatever may be. 

Yoo Joonghhyuk was scrawny and weak, a complete opposite to the current Yoo Joonghyuk of today. If someone took a picture of him back in high school and his current one, they would tell you that the person from the past and the person today are two different people.

He did not matter at all.

He likes Kim Dokja a whole lot. He was the one who told him, even if it was in passing, that he believes that Yoo Joonghyuk will become the best player in South Korea, and he would always always watch Yoo Joonghyuk’s play no matter what. He was also the one who fought the bullies who tried to hit Yoo Joonghyuk a lot.

It was Kim Dokja who made him persevere even though his first management, ASH, was trash who took all his earnings and forced him to live in despair. And it was also Kim Dokja who made him the best player.

To Yoo Joonghyuk, Kim Dokja is his only star. The one who guides him, the one who twinkles for him when all else fails. 

Around the middle of the semester, Kim Dokja stopped showing up to school. Some said he died; others were whispering that he jumped to some rooftop and had stopped breathing since then.

It was devastating for him, he had lost his first love even before he could confess.

3 months, 7 days, 5 hours, and 4 minutes after Kim Dokja somehow vanished, Yoo Joonghyuk turned on his cheap PC and streamed,

His heart shook when he saw his first viewer.

"The oldest dream followed you!" 

"Oldest Dream donated $5"

Sorry, it's all I have, but good luck, Supreme King! You will become the greatest player ever," he said.

He knew about the word oldest Dream. It was a unique name that struck him because Oldest Dream is something Kim Dokja keeps mentioning that he will use if he wants to become a writer of sorts. It was endearing; only Kim Dokja could think of that.

Yoo Joonghyuk doesn't care if it were someone else, but that day Yoo Joonghyuk vows to become the coolest one so Kim Dokja will look at him. 

Between his passion for looking for Kim Dokja and becoming someone known for. Yoo Joonghyuk wrote letters addressed to Kim Dokja, he wrote all his longingness, his frustrations, and his days on a piece of paper.

He addressed it to Kim Dokja from Yoo Joonghyuk, but it will never be received.

It was fine.

He has liked Kim Dokja for so long, writing him letters about his feelings is something he keeps to himself.

Until today, 

In his hands were fan mails.

To: Yoo Joonghyuk. 

From: Oldest Dream. 

His heart felt erratic; it was beating so hard that even his hands shook a little.

Boom. Boom. 

It was a letter addressed to him from someone who named themselves Oldest Dream.

Is it from Kim Dokja?

Maybe. 

But it might also not be from Kim Dokja.

Yoo Joonghyuk took a deep breath and opened one letter.

He slowly reads them, 

Every word and every stroke feel oddly familiar to him. 

The smell of parchment and mint, and almonds lingers on the letter. 

The letters have been delivered.

" – I have always liked you for a long time. Even back when you were a scrawny little brat, I have always liked you. I have liked you then, and I have liked you even more now. 

From, OD." 

Yoo Joonghyuk stood up, his hands shaking as he quickly grabbed all the letters addressed to him from Kim Dokja and grabbed a shoebox filled with letters addressed to Kim Dokja from him. He ran and ran until he arrived at Kim Dokja’s little place. 

He took a quick break, tried to even out his breath, and then knocked on his door. 

Kim Dokja opened them, 

His eyes twinkled, and the warm lights from inside his place gave him a glow that made him seem so unreal. 

"Yoo Joonghyuk? What are you doing here?!" 

"I have received them."

"Huh?"

"Your letters—I have received them." 

"Wh-what?" 

"I will deliver my letters to you." 

Then Yoo Joonghyuk placed a box filled with letters addressed to Kim Dokja. 

"Kim Dokja, I like you. I adored you. I fancy you. I have waited years to see you again. These letters are a testament. Will you give me an answer?" 

[exy-pipe-dream]

Remus “i don’t dance” Lupin

Over the summer in between 5th and 6th year, Grant and his crew drag Remus to numerous night clubs all over London. The first few times, he snags tables or stands awkwardly watching as they all dance. And everytime, Grant and his friends try to get him to join. Remus would grin to hide his blush and make an excuse to sit back and continue nursing whatever drink was in his hand.

One particularly energized night though, only a few days before they moon, he gives in and let’s them teach him to dance. At first he’s tense and doesn’t know what to do with his all too long limbs. But as the night draws on and their sober selves are further and further in the past, something miraculous happens. And Remus realizes dancing is fun. The night ends all too fast but after that Remus is out on the floor with them every night they go out.

Obviously the other Marauders are under no circumstances aloud to know about this. For all of september and October, he doesn’t get more than tipsy at any party they throw. He plants his butt in one spot and only allows a single foot to tap. Sirius find this infuriating because he wants to dance and “no moony I can’t dance with James, he’s a prude.” Remus just laughs him off.

That is until Halloween. The common room is decked in cheap muggle decor. Drinking games are being played everywhere and the music is so loud you have to scream to hear anything. Remus forgets his rule a few hours in. It starts with him watching from the side, moving a little awkwardly along to the music. Lilly is the one who drags him out. She thinks she’s about to be the one to teach him some moves, but within three songs it’s clear he’s a pro. Sirius stops dead in his tracks when he notices. Remus is downright sinful. Mary and Lilly only cheer and James whoops along with them. Sirius though, is frozen in the spot. Because Moony is a vision. Nothing like the awkward skinny boy on the sidelines at the previous parties. It’s like he’s made of the music.

The next morning Sirius can still only stare in wonder at the tall, curly haired boy glaring at him from across the breakfast table.

“It’s too early for whatever you’re about to ask, Pads.” Remus rasps out, very hungover.

Sirius can only wonder what other secret talents Remus has.

[dailydragon08]

Random cute Luke x Reader headcanons that live in my head rent-free pt 6 (curly haired reader edition, cuz honestly people can be so rude sometimes and I just need a little validation rn)

- I know I’ve said it before, but I’ll say it again (cuz Padme had some glorious curls), Luke has a thing for natural curls like his father before him.

- The first time you wear your natural curls down, he’s all 😍

- Like legit he cannot stop admiring them and after he learns that you’ve dealt with so much stupid shit from people about them, he will remind you how much he loves them all the time.

- Has done his RESEARCH. When he overheard you telling someone you can’t treat curly hair like straight hair, he went out of his way to learn everything he could about the curly routine. Or he’ll watch your routine and is just so fascinated by it and learns every step to the point that he becomes a pro as well.

- Knows better than to just start touching or run his fingers through you hair. But if you do let him touch, he’s so gentle and careful with your curls and only plays with them in a way that won’t create a giant frizzy mess (he’s also done his research on how best to do this).

- He loves your curls in all their forms: big, bouncy, fresh day 1 curls and even day 5 looser waves that are falling out.

- Gets excited when he sees someone else wearing their natural curls and will be like “oh my partner has curly hair too! :)”

- He’s very protective of your hair because he knows how irritating and rude people can be. When he first learned about some of the comments people made, he was so offended and frustrated on your behalf, and won’t stand for anyone making “bird’s nest/electrical socket” comments, and is especially annoyed when some stranger tries to just turn you into a petting zoo (if this happens, he’ll usually intercept them before they can touch).

- He’s your ultimate hype man, especially when it comes to trying new products or hairstyles. He especially loves messy curly buns that have a few curls escaping (especially when one of them sort of cascades down your neck, he thinks that’s so pretty) and if you want, he’ll even help you research the best products.

- If you two have kids and they have curly hair, he’s so excited that they got your texture and curl pattern and it makes him all 😭 he’s so good at helping them care for it and let them know their hair is beautiful exactly the way it is.

- If you wear it in a pineapple at night or use a bonnet, you were a little self conscious about it the first time you spent the night together. But he assured you he thought you looked adorable. The next morning, he loved watching you take it all out and watching your curls just rain down and now insists on being present every time you do that.

- Loooooves a good high curly haired ponytail.

- If you brush it out before you shower, he’ll offer to help and is so gentle.

- Sometimes when you get out of the shower, you’ll let him help you scrunch it before you dry cuz he thinks it’s fun.

- Learned how to finger roll even better than you and has been known to mumble “weeee” as he lets the curl go and it falls into place.

- If you go a fancy party or have a wedding, he’ll support you if you’d rather straighten your hair or put it up (he thinks you’re beautiful either way), but is genuinely so excited if you leave it curly and will tell you over and over how beautiful you look.

- If you’re sick, injured, or even just tired, he’ll offer to do the whole routine for you and seems to genuinely enjoy it. He’s so sweet and gentle too and will leave little kisses on your forehead or temple as he goes along.

- Is known to come up behind you, hug you, and mutter “Maker, I love your hair” in your ear at random.

~~~

Edit to add I found out Natalie actually DOES have naturally curly hair and it’s making me so happy (still not sure if her movie curls were natural or if it was part extensions/straightened and then curled with an iron, but still!!! Her curls look like mine and that makes me extra, extra happy 😭):

[yoursonswillrestamillionyears]

Your system is genuinely so epic 😭 We also have many history introjects but it's mainly writers.

Anyway, could we please get an alter based on Dante Alighieri, Ugo Foscolo, Goethe, Lord Byron or Torquato Tasso? We're currently forming them. You can choose who :3

Lord Byron

[pt. Lord Byron]

We decided on Lord Byron. His name caught our eye. Also thank you for the compliment. We have tons of soldiers in here. It's pretty cool.

✚　₍₍　Name: Lord Byron, George Gordon Byron﹐ ✚　₍₍　Pronouns and gender terms: he/him poet/poet, masculine terms﹐ ✚　₍₍　Presentation: masculine﹐ ✚　₍₍　Age: ageless﹐ ✚　₍₍　Gender: male﹐ ✚　₍₍　Orientation: bisexual aceflux﹐ ✚　₍₍　TransIDs: permapoet, permainlove﹐ ✚　₍₍　Reasons for transIDs: ﹐

✚　₍₍　Roles: love holder, poet﹐ ✚　₍₍　Sources: Lord Byron﹐ ✚　₍₍　Kins: none﹐

✚　₍₍　General mood/emotion: in love﹐ ✚　₍₍　Traits: romantic, empathetic, radical critic, satirical﹐ ✚　₍₍　Mannerisms/habits: likes writing little romantic notes to other headmates, gets attached to men and women easily﹐ ✚　₍₍　Introvert/extrovert/omnivert/ambivert: ambivert﹐

✚　₍₍　Aesthetics: lovecore﹐ ✚　₍₍　Theme: romantic poet﹐ ✚　₍₍　Appearance: short curly hair cut. Slightly bushy brows. Short arched eyebrows. Thin lips. Down turned eyes. Slightly upturned nose. Small ears. Dark eyes and hair.﹐ ✚　₍₍　Species: human﹐

✚　₍₍　Likes: writing poems, making fun of other poets﹐ ✚　₍₍　Dislikes: not being in marriage, not being in stable relationships﹐ ✚　₍₍　Loves: being in love﹐ ✚　₍₍　Hates: war, combat﹐

✚　₍₍　Memories: Rejection by his distant cousin provided for him to make her the symbol of "idealized and unattainable love." A grand tour of Mediterranean Europe, gloom due to wars, ditching England to live in Switzerland, going to Italy, Source ﹐ ✚　₍₍　Other notes: ﹐

✚　₍₍　Faceclaim: ﹐

[Image pt: Made by some crazy Sabaton fanboy !? Before you interact: Pro-endo, pro-radqueer, pro-transid, pro-para, limited-contact slash anti-contact harmful paraphilias, anti-xenosatanist. Do not interact: Pro-contact harmful paras, xenosatanists. Made by Sir William Wallace. End ID]

[asvterias]

𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 ~ 𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘺𝘯 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘬

robyn masterlist

warnings: none

pairings: robyn rook ✘ black!fem!reader

summary: in which, an exhausted and overstimulated robyn visits her girlfriend, seeking comfort.

word count: 1.5k+

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author’s note: kinda just got this idea and decided to flow with it.

being a team captain wasn’t as fun as it seemed, there were pros and cons to that title. for instance, a certain blonde boy had too many opinions and very few reasons, ruining undiscovered patience levels. it was an annoying day for your girlfriend robyn, debate practice didn’t go as expected and luke managed to piss her off even further.

thankfully, the midterm break had just begun and today was friday. robyn knew if she spent one more hour with her friend, he’d be going home with a serious injury to tend over the break. of course, your girlfriend had more self-control than allowing her emotions to run wild and stupid. unlike luke, she views herself as more mature than him and will proudly boast about it when necessary.

once the final bell rang, indicating the end of school, she instantly rushed out of school grounds and quickly caught the first bus, towards the same journey to your house.

ever since you transferred from a public to a private school, robyn found it harder to maintain her snarkiness, mainly directed towards her blonde friend, luke.

stumbling into your room, she watches you reading a book, clearly occupied.

you looked so cute when concentrated, all caught up in your own world. she loved your quiet moments, giving her the chance to admire you as long as she pleased.

her eyes were slanted and tired, still holding some annoyance, a frown set upon her lips as she sluggishly held her bag against her shoulder. the rook girl grumbled under her breath, scratching the back of her curly hair, waiting for you to notice her presence.

robyn swore her heart fluttered immensely in her chest when you finally looked up at her. the faint smile tugging at the ends of your lips with your finger brimming over the current page of your book, finally closing it.

“what’s wrong, baby?” you asked, discarding your book on the bedside table. instead of replying to your question, she shook her head and released an exhaustive moan from her mouth.

your girlfriend’s mood immediately brightens up at the sight of you, her tense shoulders and tired slanted eyes relaxed.

very begrudgingly, she sauntered over to you, crawling on the bed, and instantly snuggled up into your touch, gently resting her face on your chest. playing with her loose thick curls, you massage her head as you feel her sigh against you.

“nothing baby,” she finally spoke, partially muffled by her face in between your breasts.

“you don’t have to lie to me,” you reassure her.

she sighs yet again, nuzzling her head further into your chest.

“i just don’t wanna talk about it right now…if that’s okay with you.” although the words were highly muffled, it was comprehensible.

seemingly, you understood her statement with a soft nod, despite the small frown appearing on your lips. now wasn’t the time to be curious. she just wanted peace with her favorite girl and you were going to respect her wishes, no longer bothering robyn on the subject any further until she’s ready.

you just wanted to comfort her, slowly massaging her scalp as a way to ease her worries.

from the moment robyn laid eyes on you, she never knew how hard she’d fall for you, and if she could unconditionally fall in love harder with every moment spent with you. no one else made her feel like this before, completely smitten and in love, vaguely expressing her softer side, the vulnerability that weighs heavy in her heart can wither away just as easily. only you could achieve this and robyn was determined to keep it that way.

“hmmm that’s okay with me, babe,” you pressed a soft kiss on her forehead. her forehead creases in response but relaxes.

robyn felt blessed to have such an understanding and caring girlfriend who never failed to comfort her with your affirmations. your thoughtfulness and unwavering support were a source of comfort and reassurance for her.

“thank you, you’re the best.”

“…do you wanna get on your game with your streamers? i know it always calms you down,” you suggest, with a warm grin, still massaging her head.

all she did was hum once and slightly raise her eyebrows at the suggestion. as always, you were right, it was a good idea. somehow, she unleashes her frustrations on the game, disposing of her worries but not this time. in fact, it wasn’t even the idea she had in mind, wanting to rather display those needs right now. for you and to you.

“maybe later…” robyn shuffled on you, leaning her head closer into your neck, “i’m too comfortable with my girl and she’s so addicting to not eat up right now.” she seductively whispered in your ear, her voice hoarsely as the flush appeared on your cheeks.

“i thought you were tired,” you murmured, staring down at her. the butterflies in your stomach erupted widely, fluttering all around.

focusing your attention on the curls of her hair that you were detangling, ignoring robyn’s intense stare, or how dangerously close her freshly done black nails are teasing upward against your exposed thigh.

you knew what robyn expected out of you. for you to give her a reaction, giving her the upper hand in this situation. normally, you’d always give in, handing robyn’s dominance over you directly on a silver platter, but this time will be different. you refused to give her this satisfaction of dominance.

it was time for things to change, and they were going to change now and for good.

“i was,” she admits, looking down briefly at her fingers trailing across your thighs. you shuddered slightly, holding your breath, hoping your girlfriend wouldn’t notice. sadly, you were mistaken and she did notice, deciding to tease you even further, pretending to turn a blind eye to your small reaction. robyn stares back up at you with an evil smirk, “but not anymore,”

“the sudden switch up is insane,” you flustered underneath her alluring gaze.

“well…what can i say, you’re my medicine, baby,” her voice drops in a seductive tone.

“whatever makes you happy,” you retorted with a heavy sigh.

“you; you make me beyond happy,”

“aren’t you quite the flatterer?” throwing a playful wink at the curly-haired girl.

“only for you,”

you inhaled softly at her comforting touch as her lips trailed down to your neck.

“don’t you wanna relax, though?” you asked her, goosebumps appearing all over your body from her magnetic touch, “with all these debate competitions, you really need your head in the game, you’re the captain after all,”

“oh, really?” she looks at you with a raised eyebrow with an unimpressed smile, “is that all i am to you? the debate team captain of your rival school, nothing else?”

“stop doing those rhetorical questions. you know i hate it when you do that,” you hit her shoulder, watching a smile form on her face, “we both know that you’re much more than that to me.”

“then stop treating me as such, and let me love you,” she finished her sentence with a smirk.

you felt your heart drop, a pit in your stomach forming massively, whether it was from an undeniable excitement or an unspoken fear, you didn’t know. either way, you wanted to remain unaware and live in the moment, the adrenaline pumping through your veins, your thoughts running wild, and your heart pounding against your chest.

you wanted to spur her even further, push her to the tipping edge, want her to lose all self-control, and have her way with you. fortunately, the perfect statement swiftly came to mind, and all that was needed was to confidently assert it.

“so, what’s stopping you then?”

she fell right into your trap, as the rook girl leaned in for a kiss, and with a warm smile, you accepted it, hypnotized by her lips. both of your movements were slow-paced and gentle, and her hand caressed your cheek, deepening the intense kiss. slowly but surely, her lips trailed down to your jaw, settling into your neck, placing small wet chaste kisses there. she sucked on your neck, tugging at the bare flesh, almost nipping at it, reveling in your soft whimpers and moans. if anything, your noises of pleasure only further encouraged her to create a small hickey and she did just that, allowing you to throw your head back.

oh, and she did love you alright. she loved you so much that your neck was covered in hickeys, leading up to the point where it was absolutely embarrassing for you.

due to your brown skin color, it wasn’t that noticeable unless someone was really observing your neck very thoroughly and pointed it out.

clearly, it was very stupid of you to give her that suggestion with your approval. you shouldn’t have even made that remark. of course, your mouth moved faster than your brain, telling you to dive headfirst and forget about the consequences.

next time, you definitely weren’t underestimating your girlfriend’s tactics.

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[miya-y]

Rain Dumplings is angry - Bakugou, grateful.

A short story where Bakugou is being shunned by the media and you impulsively post something in his defense.

Black Reader x Bakugou Katsuki

English is not my first language. If something is wrong, blame the translator, please.

Fem!Reader but sometimes different pronouns appear in the translation, so forgive me (English is kind of confusing for me, really)

that's it, have fun.

I got the image from pinterest, credits to the artist <3

“Hey Dumplings, have you seen Uravity's new accessories collection yet? I bought the Saturn set and I feel like the most adorable person in the entire universe.”

The caption accompanied the photo of him with the aforementioned set of necklace and earrings, in pink, contrasting with his black skin. Your curly hair was tied up in a poorly improvised bun, but you didn't care.

You had a somewhat well-known profile. When he first came to Japan a few years ago, it was a bit difficult to get used to everything. Culture, Language, behaviors… everything was so different! The only thing you could hold onto to maintain normalcy was hero merchandise. There was some feeling of “safety” when you wore a hero-themed outfit. Just your emotion, maybe, but being connected to some hero symbol made you feel like you could take on the whole world and win.

Uravity's merchandise was special, mostly galaxy-themed, always full of planets, stars and the signature pink of the pro hero. They were cute and well, you liked cute things.

“Miya”, as your account was known, was one more escape from all the tiring routine you established after graduating. Her job was demanding and living alone was… lonely. Creating an account on a social network to share about your passion for heroes and everyday silliness was just an idea, but it ended up flowing and you enjoyed interacting with the audience 一 even if it was very small.

But well, you didn't want it to be big. You liked to give your unfiltered opinions and a large audience meant a lot of people would come to comment negative things, and negatively enough your job and your boss, you don't need that shit anymore.

After posting the photo, you started scrolling through the feed, reading a few news stories. One of them caught your eye. A company was suing Pro Hero Dynamighty for moral damages after he shouted… inappropriate things at a journalist in a live interview. You frowned, seeing the comments criticizing #2, and decided to go watch the original video before commenting anything.

Shit.

But what daughter of a…

Of course he would curse her! How dare she?!

You didn't even give much thought to your actions as you wrote a huge piece and published it furiously. Well, it was those impulsive decisions you were always grateful for not being well known for.

一 Argh! It almost ruined my appetite. No more cell phones for today, seriously. 一 You grumbled, hanging up the phone and placing it on the dresser next to the bed, before taking out Uravity's set and putting it away. 一 What do I order for dinner?

一 o0o 一

一 Dude! This is so manly! Hey Bakubro, you have to read this!

Katsuki's look was enough for Eijiro to know that if he handed over his cell phone, the blonde would blow it up in his face.

The backlash from the interview case had completely ruined Katsuki's mood. To make matters worse, the Agency decided to remove him from his activities while the matter was resolved, putting him in a damn office. Kirishima didn't blame his friend. He often commented that Bakugou could be a little more gentle in interviews, even though the blonde hates participating in them. But this time, he understood.

Mentioning the war against All For One was practically a Taboo when interviewing any of the heroes who participated in it. But that woman was insisting, even too much. No wonder Bakugou exploded with her. But unfortunately, all people were seeing was that Dynamighty was rude, boorish, and a pro hero who yelled at "innocent women" on TV.

The public was driven by the media and the media hated Katsuki. He was always rivaled with #1, Deku, and tried to make him the opposite of the One for All user. A ridiculous thing, since both were friends, but unfortunately, many people believed.

一 Eiji! I saw what you sent me! 一 Ashido burst into the office, with an excited smile 一 Finally someone with common sense! I could kiss this girl when I see her.

一 What the hell are you talking about now, Raccoon Eyes? Better get the Shit Hair and get the hell out of here!

一 Blasty, you need to read this 一 Ashido didn't have the same sense of survival as Eijirou, but to his credit, his phone didn't get blown up 一 A hero fan profile commented on his interview! And it's supporting you, Bakubaby! Also, a lot of people have shared it and now it looks like we can finally get this damn company back.

Bakugou arched an eyebrow.

一 Send me this. And get out of my office.

一 Right, right 一 Mina nodded with a smile, fiddling with her phone and then pulling a reluctant Kirishima out of the room 一 See you later, Blasty!

With the door closed, Bakugou was finally able to enjoy the silence. The last week had been hell. He wanted to blow up that damn company for screwing him over like that. Everything was so tiring in the hero's life and he still has to deal with idiotic people who try to gain profit and fame off of him.

A notification on his phone wakes him up, and on the screen, he sees a message from Ashido:

"Se você não visualizar logo, eu estarei de volta lá!"

一 Tch, that idiot.

Bakugou unlocked the phone and opened the message. There was a link and he clicked on it and was taken to his profile.

一 Rain Cookies. What a shitty name.

He looked at the profile picture. You're cute, he had to admit. The curly hair framing the round face, the wide smile and closed eyes. He swallowed the next statement, though. He wasn't thinking you were cute, shit.

“Eu estava assistindo ao vídeo da entrevista original com Dynamighty e uau! Eu queria dizer sinceramente que ele tem todo o meu apoio. Quer dizer, garota? Você nem deveria estar neste trabalho de merda. Pessoas como você deveriam estar em uma grande lixeira, isso mesmo. Qualquer um tem acesso aos vídeos de guerra All for One, caramba. Se você quer saber mais sobre isso, procure, seu idiota. Ainda não acredito que você fez uma pergunta tão estúpida como "Qual foi o seu sentimento ao acordar e saber que um herói deu a vida para salvá-lo?" ou “Como foi morrer enquanto lutava contra o maior vilão que a Era das Peculiaridades já enfrentou?”

“EI SEU ESTÚPIDO! DEIXE-ME LEMBRAR QUE ERAM APENAS CRIANÇAS! Dynamighty tinha apenas dezesseis anos quando toda essa merda aconteceu. E você quer saber qual foi o sentimento dele? Não consigo entender que tipo de pessoa pergunta sobre o sofrimento alheio só para ganhar um pouco de fama. Vou gravar a cara dele porque se eu te ver na rua eu mesmo te dou um soco. Isso vale para qualquer jornalista ou pessoa que se atreva a perguntar ou lembrar da guerra para algum dos heróis, você é um lixo, fedorento e mimado. Não humano. Eles já sofreram o suficiente e certamente carregarão cicatrizes eternas em seus corações e corpos por causa do que o All for One fez. Eles não precisam de ninguém para lembrá-los do que aconteceu."

“Incluindo sobre Dynamighty. Vocês podem reclamar da personalidade dele mas nunca tentaram entender né? Apesar de sua grosseria, ele nunca foi desrespeitoso com ninguém mais velho. Você não o verá xingando em suas entrevistas ou programas infantis, ou gritando com pessoas aleatórias. Se você quer algo macio e fofo, ótimo, concentre-se em pessoas fofas e fofas. Não tente impor aos outros a imagem que você acha ideal. Dynamighty é um incrível herói profissional que salvou inúmeras vidas e derrotou mais vilões do que qualquer outro herói. Não serão vocês, seus merdas, que irão derrotá-lo. Lutou muito para chegar até aqui. Pare de ficar no caminho dele."

Oh shit.

Bakugou didn't even realize he was holding his breath as he read the huge text the girl posted. The air left slowly when he finished reading, still processing everything. Someone understood. Someone who didn't even know him personally, who wasn't part of his friends or family, was fiercely defending him on a random social network. For the first time that week, he felt his mood improve considerably.

Looking at the likes and comments, Bakugou saw that many people were sharing. He grunted when he saw that his parent company's official profile had shared it as well. It had definitely been Mitsuki, because along with the share, there was a comment: “If I see this motherfucker on the street, I'll punch her too. Thank you for looking beyond what the damn media is saying @raincookies”

He had to remind his mother that the company profile should not be confused with her personal profile. But a slight smile sprouted on his lips as he reread the comment from the blonde who was identical to him.

Clicking on his profile again, Bakugou didn't even realize what he was doing before he actually realized what he was doing. In the private chat, not caring if it was his official account, he left a message, small and simple, but that really expressed what he was feeling at that moment.

"Thank you."

[pricemarshfield]

silco, martin whitly, gortash, knight commander meredith stannard, and the joker

starting with an EASY 1. martin whitly. HORRIBLE person, even WORSE father, hurt malcolm very badly and fucked ainsley up in ways i had to write ten thousand words about, but regularly made me belly-laugh with his delivery of some lines. michael sheen can command a surprising amount of upsetting gravitas for a man with fluffy, curly hair and a cardigan (being chained to the wall helps). rip prodigal son, gone too soon

2. silco. is he a bad person? undoubtedly. are his motivations interesting, complex, and deeply grounded in a way that doesn’t compromise the setting? YEAH. he was a STELLAR villain for season 1 of arcane and i am so excited to see what they do with him wrt jinx’s hallucinations in season 2. also, he’s Very fun to put in aus (i haven’t forgotten knife’s edge of desire okay i’m working on it it’s just fighting me every step of the way).

3. gortash. the man is kind of nothing to me but his dynamic with durge can be kinda compelling, if you want to play in that space (been thinking of doing so for pre-game dardove, though she would kill him without hesitation once they reunite in act 3). mostly this high because some of the people who like him draw the most beautiful art i’ve ever seen + the fact that he can kick you if you “accidentally” hit him after allying with him is SO funny.

4. meredith. she’s actually wildly compelling to me as a character and when i eventually get around to making a pro-templar hawke, i’ll probably explore her more, but like. miss ma’am the templars under your command were doing some Really Bad things! all my hawkes HATE her (even the diplomatic ones; it’s one of VERY few places rose chooses aggressive dialogue options)

5. the joker. i might boot up injustice 2 to kill him again

[crehador]

brother crab's winter 2024 parting thoughts: dog signal

alright well yysy it's not much to look at, the animation/art style isn't exactly "modern" or exceptional (though personally i was quite charmed by it)

that aside, this was overall a really pleasant surprise to me!

tl;dr: fun cast with some surprisingly compelling and deep(ish) backstories, would recommend but with the disclaimers that a) it's episodic and b) there's quite a lot of animal mistreatment since each episode is about helping a dog whose person isn't treating it right (most if not all the cases have hopeful endings, but some parts may be hard to watch)

also niwa and samura have the most HILARIOUSLY classic toxic yaoi situationship without any of the fun parts (the actual yaoi), more on that later lmao

full review:

the series is for the most part episodic, with each episode dealing with a dog owner who comes to a certain dog trainer for help. i'm a fan of a good episodic series, even when the episodes can be hit or miss, so the structure was very enjoyable for me

the stories of the main cast were surprisingly compelling, too. it seemed like it would be just a very silly show—what with it starting with a guy (cv knb murasakibara) walking another guy (cv knb kuroko) around on a leash in public for two hours—but the character backstories that were revealed throughout the series did actually feel delightfully nuanced to me

(for example "yeah that old man did hit a dog and that's not great but the dog in question was biting the shit out of the kid he sees as a son so it's not... not understandable that he would react that way and while i'm not saying he should be proud of hitting a dog i guess i am saying it does suck for him that son guy hated him and went no contact for years for it")

one of my favorite episodes, ironically, barely involved the main cast at all. most of the episodes deal with this dog training business training dogs (shock!) but in this one episode, fairly late in the series, the owner was a struggling mangaka suffering from immense social anxiety, whose only friend was his dog who one day suddenly loses his hearing

that's such a tough thing that you really wouldn't explain anyone to know how to handle on their own without training. the mangaka even runs into the mc (trainee dog trainer) early in the episode and receives a business card for the dog training shop, but instead of taking his dog in, he does his best on his own to develop ways to communicate with his newly deaf dog

and it works! not only does he find a way to keep his dog comfortable with him, his efforts make him less concerned with what other people think of him as well. he managed to go to the dog training shop in the end, to see if there's anything he could be doing better for his dog, only to be told that they can't do anything for him—because he's already done everything right

(in establishing a way to communicate with his deaf dog, that is. there are other issues he gets chewed out for, which i really liked and found realistic)

i feel like it was just such a well-timed episode as a narrative device, because it shows that while the main dog trainer is great (the trainee dog trainer mc practically worships him) it's not that everyone in the world is helpless without him

but anyway

REGARDING THE SITUATIONSHIP WHAT THE FUCK LMAO first of all i love it

samura has just been dumped by an extremely shitty girlfriend when he meets niwa, while out walking the dog (or attempting to walk the dog) said shitty girlfriend dumped on him

he's doing a terrifically bad job, to the point where niwa (pro dog trainer) can't bear to watch. so what does he do well of course he has to reeducate samura by... putting him on a leash and walking him around the park, in public, for two hours. to show him just how wrong he's treating his dog

samura somehow gets a job out of this and they start working together. at one point he reveals he is GOING TO THE SALON and GETTING HIS HAIR PERMED so that it is curly because niwa has a poodle and seems to like curly hair (???)

jump cut to the final episode and we're finding out samura's tragic lore—parentified by a narcissistic mom, down with too much filial piety disease. when samura finally decides he's no longer sending money back home, his mom comes to the dog training shop to be like "sir uwu you have to give my son a raise so he can keep sending money home uwu he's such a good hard-working boy please pay him what he's worth"

and niwa is straight up like "actually he sucks and you suck get the fuck out of my shop" AND THEN LATER IN THE EPISODE samura's mom calls him (has been calling him repeatedly since meeting his freak of a boss) and NIWA ANSWERS THE PHONE and while she's complaining about the money situation and the freak boss (niwa) he basically tells her "you still suck and your son still sucks but i'm keeping him, fuck off"

like my god?? that woman is going to go away thinking her son has gotten into an extremely abusive relationship with his boss. i mean fuck her entirely, she does suck, but that is very much Not the situation (even though it does Very Much appear to be the situation)

anyway. ultimately this one lands in the :) category for me, originally picked it up for the cast (kuroko and mukkun and also KENN) and didn't have very high expectations but am thrilled to be pleasantly surprised

[rose-arwen-padme]

Suppression: Chapter 19. The Meadow

I bit down on my lip as I quickly weighed the potential pros and cons of this conversation. "Alright," I acquiesced, diving into the unknown as bravely as if I were jumping into one of the cold pools of water behind us. "I was twelve." I looked over to see Anakin smiling in victory. Something about that successful grin prompted me to discover a new advantage in my answer. "His name was Palo. We were both in the Legislative Youth Program." My voice became more suggestive, and I purposefully drew out my description. "He was a little older than I. Very cute." Anakin's chin visibly clenched. "Dark, curly hair. Dreamy eyes—"

"Alright— I get the picture."

He shifted his gaze grumpily. I couldn't help it— I smiled.

Anakin still couldn't look at me. "So, what ever happened to him?"

He asked as if there were massive odds that anyone would still be with their very first kiss, twelve years after the fact. "I went into public service; he went on to become an artist."

"Maybe he was the smart one."

I knew Anakin's joking tone at this point. That wasn't it. "You really don't like politicians, do you?"

He visibly sized me up with a haughty raise of his chin. "I like two or three… but I'm not really sure about one of them." This was the jester I knew, and we chuckled lightly as his veneer broke. But I was surprised, although not unpleasantly, when he continued, solemnly saying, "I don't think the system works."

Anakin and I hadn't had a discussion yet about politics, amazingly. I was genuinely curious on his thoughts. As I leaned back on my elbow, I sincerely queried, "How would you have it work?"

He settled himself into position, as if he'd been waiting for me to ask such a question from day one and had finally found his moment. "We need a system where the politicians sit down and discuss the problem, agree what's in the best interests of all the people, and then do it."

I wasn't expecting such naivete from him. "That's exactly what we do. The- the trouble is that people don't always agree."

"Well then they should be made to."

This I openly balked at. "By whom? Who's going to make them?" He was mocking the idea of democracy to a woman who'd spent most of her life defending it.

"I don't know, someone."

"You?"

He judged me as if I was the ridiculous one. "Of course not me."

"But someone?"

He nodded. As if that cleared up everything. "Someone wise."

How could he not see where such a system would lead? "Sounds an awful lot like a dictatorship to me."

For the very first time, Anakin fixed me with a stare which— despite its familiar intensity— was neither charming nor alluring. "Well?" Cobalt eyes searched my face, tentatively seeking out a morsel of agreement from me. "If it works?"

He said it with the air of someone who knew exactly what kind of system he was talking about. Unexpectedly, especially given the warm sun, I felt cold shiver go down my spine.

He seemed confident in his question, which unnerved me to no end. However, the longer I looked at him, the more the gleam returned to his eyes, ultimately ending in a smirk. And he was caught.

The breadth of my relief stretched my cheeks back with my amazed smile. I owe an apology to a galaxy for my lack of foresight, and for what I said next. "You're making fun of me!"

He shook his head in a false show of defense, his foreboding look giving way to curved lips and white teeth. "Mmm, no! No, I'd be much too frightened to tease a Senator."

Anakin looked down at the blades of grass littering his lap, chuckling to himself still. The lightweight innocence returned to our picnic as if it had never left. My gaze lingered as I silently watched him, a soft smile adorning my lips as I reflected on how easy it was to feel this way around him. I drifted my focus back to the tall grass I danced with in my left hand, the tips brushing against the pads of my fingers.

"So, you think I should suggest my reformation idea to the Chancellor?"

Now I really knew he was teasing me. "Oh, you're so bad!" I reached behind his waist for the uneaten fruit in one of the drawers of our container. I threw it at him, but he caught it with a laugh.

"You're so serious all the time."

"Me? Serious?"

My intention inflamed, I reached behind him again and threw yet another ball of fruit, and another. Anakin reacted by juggling the weapons of assault with maddening ease. Determined, I grabbed the last two fruits Nandi had packed for our nourishment and tossed it at the jester. Finally overwhelmed, he let the balls fall around him in a rain of fruit. Two bounced off his shoulders and rolled into the grass, but I howled with laughter when one landed squarely on his head.

I listened to the sound of my glee as if the noise were coming from someone else. It had been an immeasurable amount of time since I'd heard myself laugh so freely.

Anakin rubbed the crown of his head, but he seemed to be enjoying the sound of my unrestrained merriment as much as I was amazed to hear it. After a moment, he asked, "Do you have anything planned for what we do after this?"

My laughs subsiding, I turned away in order to suppress yet another smile. He hadn't asked if I had anything scheduled for myself— the notion that whatever happened next, we would do it together was simply, naturally implied. Surprisingly, despite the fact that we'd spent almost every waking hour together for almost five full days, his presumption did not bother me. The only person I usually spent this much unbothered, consecutive time around was Dormé and— previously— Cordé, and despite the vast differences in their personalities, I still didn't find myself wanting a break from Anakin.

I finally met his gaze, and my smile grew again of its own doing. "No. Do you have something in mind?"

Continued at AO3 Link and Fanfiction.Net Link

Suppression

The forbidden tale of Anakin and Padmé's AOTC courtship. A detailed expansion covering the movie, known deleted scenes, and many new scenes. If George showed 20% of their screen time, this is the other 80%. Told in Padmé's POV with ROTS awareness. Written for the enduring fans of Anidala.