#sorry for how long it has taken me to post smth new

[luminique]

Imagine lighter with a s/o who has a rbf (looks pissed off 24/7) but in reality they're actually really conscious about it and tries to look more "appealing" as they would think. And like almost after everytime they would talk to another person they'd be like "I'm sorry if I was so awkward" cause they're just THAT conscious of themselves😭

literally the combo of the century with lighter i fear. lighter and his attempts to be mysterious with rbf s/o who probably seems intimidating but is very much not.

i definitely think with how lighter tends to be behind everyone, watching from afar, he would be able to notice the little changes his s/o makes. the way their shoulder tenses up, the awkward smile and forced laughter to not seem too mean. he knows (and like everyone else who has interacted with them) that s/o is genuinely a nice person but is misjudged just because of their face.

i also imagine that he wouldn’t try to actively change s/o unless they told him otherwise. also because he loves his s/o no matter what and if other people aren’t willing to look past their facial expression to see that they’re so much more, then wouldn’t that be better for him? spreading my lighter does get a little jealous/possessive thoughts mhm

[xx-psych0-rabbit-xx]

Re: the zan post and her projection, i'd love to hear abt that one👀👀👀👀👀q

YEAH IVE BEEN WANTING TO TALK ABT THIS

so basically smth that becomes v notable looking through the in character tweets by zan regarding the other dream friends, is shes v competitive n has quite the ego abt herself:she can recognize n acknowledge others skills rly well but her conclusion is either "well im better (angry)" or "well im better (excited to beat them)", this gets taken to a new absurd when introducing adeleine, where she immediately starts talking abt how shes hiding behind her canvas like a child n therefore does not know ~the path of strength~ n can never beat a ~battle-hardened warrior like herself~, n then she proceeds to keep downplaying adeleine even when shes showing new skills n seems excited to fight her after noting ado n ribbon were dancing around like its showing her some kind of lesson.generally she seems to take anything she perceives as weak or cowardly rly personally

so i was thinking like.i feel theres smth to be said regarding her strength fixation? when you take her backstory of having attempted suicide at a young age into account? suicidal ppl often feel helpless n weak, specially when theyre again, v young, so i could def see this all started from her trying to cope w that through just becoming the strongest n most confident, specially when her role in the cult was hyness' choice, so hed likely be giving her a lot of positive attention from succeeding in combat, smth she seems to rly want (from one of her playable screens) bc she absolutely adores him n would consider his opinion n approval like holy words (kanji used in jp straight up implies she idolizes him n generally anything regarding her feelings on him is so extreme in the original text lol)

so her issue w adeleine is just.ados a weak child who hides a lot, which feels like looking at a mirror to her bc thats her spitting image of when she was like that, which zan absolutely despises bc she spent so long "fixing herself" from that n the only way she can rly process this is by projecting n thinking theres smth inherently wrong w adeleine so she keeps bringing it up n up n how much better she is until she.i dont know honestly i doubt shes going anywhere w this beyond trying to make herself feel better by deciding to fight her lol.iirc adeleine has a splash effect w some of her attacks which zan is extremely weak to bc shes literally kept alive by electricity so i doubt ados in any real danger of getting beaten up

which brings me to smth i wanted to bring up bc as always extremely amusing zan has this huge ego shes a super strong warrior when her boss fight is designed to have multiple oversights regarding safe spots or spots where shes vulnerable to attacks n in the jp pause screen its said she uses her speed to "toy" w her foes like shes so sure shes got this shes messing around for her own amusement n she throws a huge fit when she loses n blows up the station w the cults own allies inside n laughs at your face abt it.thats just so funny oh my god.shes not even as good as she claims n shes a violent sore loser abt it

oh n ig this makes her weakly calling to hyness for help when she loses the second fight hit even worse since shes so confident shes so strong but at this state shes resorting to believing hell save her again.thats lovely

tl dr zan partizanne wants to beat up a child bc like most kirby characters she has a weird ego but shes getting mentally ill abt it.idk sorry ado but hyness hasnt complimented her in like a week n shes getting unstable

[tittysuckersworld]

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEAAAASE!!!!! tell me about your huhhhhh fem skk au .... actor dazai.. band chuuya. idk where the post went i think it was you, i beg, on my hands and knees i love them. plzplzplz (agree with ur tags btw me2:(( )

I AMMM THE PERSON WITH AUU THANK YOU FOR ENABLING MEEEEEE- ehem hi hallo i am yes hi sudhsudjs okay ya uhhhhh hm im not sure where to start from where left off- rant got long so under cut is more :>

but pretty much soukoku as an idol group til the photographer/aspireing writer oda somehow gets in a scandle and has his parental rights to his kids taken away. before was shared custody but now is.. not.

at this point dazai was already very ready to quit being an idol. so to try and cover up the oda scandal she leaks some pictures of her kissing some people earlier in her career and some mysterious ginger lady....... she also sets up a bomb under one of the agencys cars to really blow everything over.

chuuya is not happy with this. very not happy with this.

but, now she has the freedom to do whatever she wants with her music. so she gose full pop-punk rock<3<3<3<3 and also this is where stupid animatic make their way into my plan. remember the song black sheep cover by lady in schot pilgram, this is one song chuuya makes when she hits it off on her own. she also gets really popular when she moves to pop punk rock

okay dont actually have much else planned with this- just that 2-3 years later dazai publishes a book and its a crazy best seller. talking about the inner workings of the industry and is working on her next books. mabey publishes another in like a year. i am not fully sure timeline-

the dazai leaving the agensy and car bomb really give off breaking up vibes to chuuya til a hose soaked dazai is in front of her door. not even fake rain just blondie(kunikida) got mad at her plan and desided to try soaking the prick. i dont think they immediately start dating again, but they do at some point. and is secret dating ya.

dazai just shows up to some of chuuyas shows? its a running gag that dazai will somehow get on stage and fuck with chuuya. or mess with the lights. or just anything to make a lil ruckus. the media has no clue how dazai keeps ending up at them at the right place and right time.

so! one time 4-5-6 years after dazai leaves the company and a few years of them dating again, dazai sorta.. stops coming to the shows for a little? like seems to be super busy with new book or smth.

animatic timee

then on anniversary chuuya desides to sing one of her old songs. and dazai is sitting in the croud. and is so so much. at the end the light moves over to dazai in the croud as she walks tword the stage. then the lights shut off when shes on the stage. just those two, heres their dialog have thought up, will be little janky not best but im trying. pls change if want.

Ch: "oh so right here-"

D: "Chuuya Nakahara. that first day i met you. that was begrudgingly one of the best days of my life. you were one of the best things in my life. you are one of the best things in my sorry life."

*the sprinklers to the concert all go off*

Ch: "DAZAI?!!?!"

D:"Remember that first arcade date? it was raining so hard we got instantly soaked. got sick for a week with our managers yelling at us. i hated it, but i hated it with you."

D:"or how we snuck out durring that one stop in paris? i was able to get that shitty corner store wine and a day old baguette and you smiled so wide. it was like the sun opened up in front of me."

D:"Mabey instead you could think of that one time, after that accident at that one fan meet. where you slowly unwound and rewound my bandages. kissing each little thing. had to drag you off before you tryed kissing every molecule of my arms."

Ch, wispering: "Osamu.."

D:"Chuuya Nakahara. i am sick of telling lies to the world. im sick of hiding how my eyes can light up hearing your snorts. im sick of hiding the butterflys in my stomach whenever we brush hands on the sidewalk. im sick of not being able to say and shout to the world im yours. so today, no more hiding."

by this point any audience people that stayed are using the flash on their cameras to take pictures, and dazai had bent down to one knee.

D:"Insted, how about we be Chuuya Nakahara-Dazai and Osamu Dazai-Nakahara? from today to death do us part, will you marry me?"

and yada yada ruegfuejhrbe okay yup not sure thats any good- half tempted to have chuuya take the knee here but i think she dose her own cute more private proposal for her engagement back. but yee thats all i got planned!! thank you so much for enabling me and pls pls pls if wanna talk more about this me dms are so so so so open and so is my ask box please begging

[beast-of-mosss]

Feel free to infodump at me about Viveras Lavellan (or Deshan) I love to hear about blorbos and I mean this genuinely

Hkkanejwjeiwjwj, I'll give you a rundown on Viveras and his relationship with Deshan! Although, I'm in a Dragon Age Server where it's mostly just people talking about their blorbos and being nerds- so,,,definitely hit me up if you're interested!!!!! :D!!!!

I'm so sorry for this long ass post as well as my sleepy brain writing. I'm mentally ill.

I'm a bit tired, but I'll try to form thoughts for you.

Anyway! So, we're gonna focus on Viveras Lavellan. He's still being developed due to my brain worms hyperfocusing on Deshan, but he's definitely more developed compared to Ren Trevelyan. These are just the run down of him, there's a lot more information about him on the discord.

Viveras Lavellan is a mage, and is the Clan's First. He's 19 years old and is 11 years younger than Deshan. When I was first developing him, he was kinda my shitpost voice piece for a lot of the dehumanization that the Inquistior (Deshan) faces/also anger at the disrespect of the Dalish by the Inner Circle. He also does,,,like elfroot weed and is lowkey an menace to society but only when Deshan is around.

He's a gender non-confirming, and he does like to wear dresses. He has an interest in fashion design which he picked up from an elder in the Clan. He's confident in his looks, and can act like a smug cat at times.

And just like most creators do, the Lavellan siblings' parents are dead- but Viveras was told by Deshan that they were abandoned. I have a wip scene of that, I'll link the little wip/teaser here:

Here's him in a dress!!

He's actually pretty aloof, and tends to daydream a lot, but he's quick witted. He's a lot more easier to read than Deshan.

He does show up at Skyhold, much to Deshan's horror, and is a bad influence to Cole. He tends to be passive-aggressive towards the Inner Circle, he does warm up to some of them. A lot of things are still wip with him, but I do know some more based concepts with him.

Where Deshan is the sun, Viveras is the moon. They both kinda foil each other (sweet lies vs. blunt truth, direct anger vs. Indirect anger, etc).

There's a shitpost/canon scene where it's the Judgement scene, and it's all serious and the criminal is Viveras and hes high off his mind. He snuck in, got some soilders to do elfroot weed with him, and somehow passed out on the roof of the barn. It's quiet, Josephine is reading off his crimes. Then all of the sudden "Keeper Deshanna is gonna fucking kill you!" And queue a chase scene and screaming.

Another shitpost/canon scene is Viveras, Sera, and Cole doing elfroot weed and Cole accidentally inhales it?? Or smth. Disappears for a week, only to show up in the fucking roof.

Viveras and Deshan relationship is tense and toxic. And it's Deshan fault. Deshan lies to Viveras, thinking rhat it's better to give him comfort than truth. They care so much for Viveras, and they want him to live a safe and healthy life. They don't want to lose him, so they lie and hide themselves from him. Thinking that it would protect him from the world and from themselves. Overprotective of him, and in a way-treating him like a child. And it's hard for Viveras, and although the Clan is his family, he does really want to have Deshan's approval and wants to be taken seriously by them. He wants to be let in, and he had tried many times before-but he gets shut down or shut out by Deshan.

He's hurt by them, and not knowing how to deal with that-he acts reckless. Putting himself at risk more just to gain that attention from Deshan.

He dabbles in blood magic, and instead of wielding a staff like any other mage-he wields the Blade of Tidarion.

They do eventually have a heart to heart, and do mend their relationship, but after Trepasser-Deshan's character growth takes a step back and they went back to bad habits. And once again, Viveras was pushed out and alone.

And he hardened his heart and turned his back on them, returning to his clan and helping the Clan in Wycome.

I do have a scene that I want to write where Deshan, once they finally pulled themselves together, tried to reach out-but is rejected by Viveras. Deshan only leaving him with a letter and a messenging crystal. They do this to let him know that they will always be there for him if he wants them to be? My brain is going foggy atm, but I want to leave a hopeful ending to their sibling relationship.

Here's his wip playlist;

[scaramouche-bully]

THAT POST ABOUT OVERSTIM MADE ME REALIZE HOW MUCH I WANT TO DESTROY CHILDE HELP. CAN U WRITE SMTH WHERE HIS S/O USUALLY BOTTOMS BUT WANTS TO TRY TOPPING HIM AND HE JUST KEEPS TRYING TO FLUSTER HER AND TEASE HER AND SHE GETS SO ANNOYED THAT SHE JUST FUCKS HIM STUPID 💕💕

— ☆ Wrecking T*rtaglia headcanons

Includes: Childe

[ Top ] Female reader

Contains: Overstimulation, bratty sub, mind break, sub space, aphrodisiacs, anal gaping, dacryphilia, degradation, size kink, slapping, choking, cock-stepping, humiliation, rough sex, stomach bulge, multiple orgasms, masochism + sadism.

— ☆ Overstimulation headcanons - Xiao, Childe, and Scaramouche 🐏 [ GN ]  

— ☆ Bratty Sub headcanons - Kaeya, Diluc, Xiao, and Childe 🐑 [ GN ]

[ masterlist ]

Welcome to the "Bully T*rtaglia" club, we are currently taking applications (u‿ฺu✿ฺ). My original draft was sweet but then my computer crashed and I lost everything. So I'm going to channel all my anger into destroying this man (consensually, I promise the ending is soft.).

— ☆ Childe

When you bring up the idea of you topping him, he doesn't take you seriously but he's open to it. While he thinks it's cute that you want to try new things, he's so much bigger than you, and being on top is actually a lot of work compared to being a pillow princess. Are you sure you can handle it?

One of the big issues that came up during your first times was Childe's competitive nature and how fast his recovery time was. He could have came three times and then suddenly flip you on your back and fuck your brains out instead.

Even when he had the patience to be the sub, he would constantly taunt you and be an insufferable brat. Constantly disrespecting you and trying to fluster you. Always reaching down to finger fuck you even when he was stuffed full.

So the next time you brought him a drink, you decided to add something extra. Sitting patiently as he thanked you and downed the entire cup. It only took a few minutes before he began to squirm in his seat.

Childe's face was slowly growing redder and redder, soft pants breaking through the quiet office, his eyes darting to you before settling on the ground. It was amusing seeing him be so quiet rather than running his mouth off every minute. It's only when you start to walk over him in feign concern does he break out of his haze.

Stumbling over himself as he makes wild hand gestures to stop you but as soon as you round his desk, you see his cock straining against his pants, and the embarrassment flood Childe's face. Trying to laugh it off, you're just so pretty he can't help himself, but he's quickly cut off when you prop yourself up onto his desk and step on his cock.

"W-Wait-" Childe groans as his hips buck into your shoe as he grinds against it. Clutching the hand rests of his chair as he leans his head against your knee, soft keens slipping out as you run your fingers through his matted hair as he humps against you. He makes a confused noise when you suddenly tip his chin up, smile sweetly at him, before he's sprawled on the ground as you slap him.

"When did I say you could touch me?" you shot him a cruel look that sent shudders up his spine but also made his cock throb. Whatever you fed him was slowly making him lose his senses until there was just you, you, you. He whines, still on his back, when you take a seat in his chair and dig your shoe onto his dick, randomly applying pressure here and there, his pre-cum wetting his pants as he yelps at the pain. His hands flying up to lift your foot away but he catches himself as chooses to claw his fingers into the wooden flooring instead as he reaches his peak. It's so empowering seeing the man who used to fuck you stupid, whimper and cry as he cums in his pants just from you stepping on his dick.

"P-Please...ah! mm...wha?" Childe looks down confused to see that even after just orgasming, his cock is still hard. His body is so hot that if he doesn't cum again, he feels like he's going to die. He's tries to lift himself onto his elbows and unbutton his pants before you kick him in the chest and send him back down. He's disorientated from the fall when he feels you sit on his chest, cupping his face in your hands to lift him, before slamming his head down. You're almost ripping his hair out with every yank and slap you abuse him with as he yelps like a dog.

"You filthy whore. Did I say you could cum? You ungrateful brat," you spit out as Childe wails in pain, almost knocking you off when he seizes up and shakes. You don't even need to check to know he came again, "Maybe I should gag you and throw you onto the streets. Let everyone here know how much of a pig you are. Is that it what you want?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry-" his voice is choked up from his tears as he cries over himself. You almost feel bad but he's basically useless in this state, sniffling over himself as he apologizes over and over again. You softly coo at him as you lean over and kiss him sweetly, taking his arms and placing them on your waist as he grips onto you like a lifeline.

"There there Childe. It's alright now, we're going to teach you how to be a good boy. That's what you want right?" you whisper to him as he nods. You pull yourself up even as he grips onto your clothing to stay with him as you unclasp the buttons of his pants and free his cock. Still red and hard in your hands as if he hadn't already orgasmed twice in the span of a few minutes. He's already so wet with pre-come that you don't even need to find lube to jack him off. Ignoring his moans and screams to stop, he's still sensitive, you take him to the hilt in your mouth. Quickly pinning his hips from jerking upwards and choking you, you're the image of content as you swallow around his cock as Childe throws his head back and sobs as he cums down your throat.

“Pl-please, please, mmn- put it in me, please…” he manages to pant you, his mind melted as his eyes blink in and out of consciousness. His body is still burning hot and he can't escape the feeling of being empty. He wants to be filled with your cock, stuffed fill until he can't live without being fucked by you. You've completely ruined him.

"It seems we still have a long way to go. You really are a disappointment Childe," you sigh as you wipe away the stray cum dripping from your mouth as you reach over and feed it to him. He whines low in the throat at tasteing himself but feeling you touch him in some way is the only thing grounding him before you pull away and stand up, "Go on. Finger yourself open for me."

"W-Wha?"

"Childe. I said. Finger yourself open. I won't repeat myself again."

He quickly nods, not ready to disobey you again, as he lifts himself up to get his pants fully off. He knows what you want and it makes the fire in him burn hotter. Using his own pre-come with shaky hands, he reaches over to hold his legs up for you, and circles around his rim before dipping inside. The embarrassment of holding himself open like this and your watchful gaze almost has him cumming again but he can't. He wants to be good. He does his best to spread himself open at this awkward angle but he soon loses himself. He should feel ashamed for getting off on someone watching him but it makes him finger himself deeper and harder. He's taken out of his pleasurable moment when he feels your hand join his. Taking one hand as you spread his ass to see his loose hole. The pre-cum from his cock slowly leaking down. You're absentmindedly lacing your fingers inside him, before pulling both your hands out as you line your strap on to his rim. He didn't even notice you put it on.

"Did you know I had to fake every orgasm because you were such a sloppy fuck? Perhaps I should show you how to fuck someone properly," is the only warning he gets before you grip his hips until your fingernails draw blood, before slamming into him. He throws his head back and chokes on his screams as his cock shoots cum all over his chest.

"Who said you could come?" you spit out as you grip his cock and squeeze harshly as he screams. The overstimulation is too much, it hurts. He's desperately trying to push you away but whatever strength he built is lost. Only able to lay there and take it. He looks down to see his stomach bulge with every thrust you make, the image of you rearranging his insides sends him flying as he tries to cum again but the death grip you have on him, he just can't. He's full-on sobbing as you continue to abuse his prostate, he's going to break, you're breaking him.

"nO! P-PLEASE! STO-" he begging as you continue to pound into him. You push even further, until your cock fully inside him now, and stay there rubbing right up against his prostate. Watching amused as Childe tries to shudder to the large intrusion, the never-ending pressure on his sensitive spots makes him almost feral. You swear he has hearts in his eyes right now.

"Pleasepleaseplease-"

You pull out slowly, just until the tip is inside him, before gripping his wrists as leverage and ruthless slamming into him. Childe parts his hips in a voiceless cry as you finally break his mind and fuck him dumb. He scrambles against the floor as he tries to find anything to ground him, trying to fuck himself back on your cock as he drools all over the floor. His vision leaves him as all his senses focused on the harsh drag of your cock in him, the wet slapping noise that fills the room, and the tears that slip from his eyes down to the floor. His cock throbs with each thrust you force into his body, thighs jerking, as his tongue lolls out.

"Oh!--mh, m-more!" Childe babbles deliriously, he's being reduced to nothing but a warm hole for you to fill whenever you feel like it. Reduced from a harbinger to a whore for you to use. He feels the breath get punched out of his lungs as his abdomen stretches and burns. His hole clenching around your dick that you have to forcefully yank him down to stuff him, "Hahh, you're tearing me o-open."

"You disgusting whore. Can you feel it?" you mock as you take one hand to spread his ass apart, you see his hole is red and puffy, pre-cum from his semi-hard cock leaking down where you're both connected. He shudders that you've fucked him so bad that his hole is gaping. It's when you reach over and clasp both of your hands around his neck and squeeze that he comes crashing down. Wheezing at the lack of oxygen that makes him see white, he feels so warm and content, mind filled with bliss, as he cums. Waves upon waves of pleasure crash into him as his cock finally softens as he relaxes and drifts off into space before slowly losing consciousness.

--- You slowly blink awake to soft kisses being placed on your neck, Childe's lazy form cuddled up to you as you stroke his hair. He's always so clingy the morning after. "Are you feeling alright? I was a bit mean wasn't I?" you ask a bit embarrassed as memories of last night flood your mind. You know you both agreed on what your limits were but you couldn't help but feel a bit worried you may have pushed him too far. Childe props himself on his elbow to smile dumbly at you, you were perfect.

"It was alright I suppose," he chuckles when you lightly punch him in the chest, "I didn't think you would try and drug me like that. You know I could get you arrested for that. " "Ha! Good luck finding someone that will fulfill your perverted fantasies. Besides you're the one that wanted to experiment with them and don't phrase it like that either," you shake your head at him before leaning up to kiss him. When you pull away you take notice of all the bruises and marks you left on him. There's a small part of you that purrs at the claim you made but you quickly shoo it away. It's too early for that. If your back is hurting you have no idea how Childe is faring. "Here, let me get you some water and let me see your head," you offer, pulling yourself up before Childe's arm wraps around you and pulls you down to lay beside him. Placing his weight on top of you so you can't squirm away, even as you swat at his back he smothers you until you give up.

"Stay with me."

"Hah...alright. Just for a bit."

[yandere--stuck]

this is the person that sent an ask here a couple of days ago abt having my own yandere blog and wanting to write smth for the ac stuff!! chickened out of posting it on my own and am still kinda nervous bout submitting, but still wanted to, so here ya go!! <3 (would love to read some of ur thoughts wahaha)  obv this is v heavily inspired by your tom nook / isabelle teaming up but i hope you still like it!! also based in NH cuz that’s the latest game i played lmao - destiny

  Island life hadn’t been all that you had expected.

There were many beautiful sides to it. In ways, it was the best decision of your life. You’d wished to escape the stress and monotony of your previous everyday and you had succeeded. Now, you woke up every day to fresh sea air and sunshine filtering in through your blinds. No stress, no true responsibilities. You could busy yourself with walking around, catching bugs, fishing and relaxing. Even if the island was isolated, for you, for the ones for who the burden of modern society was too heavy, this was the dream. 

But there has always been one more thing on your list of expectations; close bonds with the other people here, in your little haven away from the rest of the world. It’d been that way, at first. But one by one, your close friends moved away. Never with much reason, they’d seemed happy before. Your heart ached every time you had to say goodbye to another one. Soon enough, constant streams of villager came and went until the faces nearly blurred together in your mind. You kept up pleasantries, of course, but getting to know them was another story. You didn’t want to say goodbye again. 

Though you were certain it was all in your head, it had to be, you still felt insecure that it all had something to do with you. That it was your fault, somehow. Whenever you asked Tom or Isabelle, they claimed it was against the customer’s privacy to tell you such things. Which was fair, you guessed. They were two of the few people on the island that became a constant. Despite the villagers around you changing at a steady pace, they never left your side. They’d become a crutch. Even though they had busy schedules, they still listened to you when you stopped by.

It was hard to admit, but you depended on the two of them more than you should. The stability there was a welcome change. 

After another afternoon of hunting bugs in the buzzing spring air, you entered the town hall, remainders of sweat still on your brow. "Good afternoon!" Isabelle's voice rung out from behind the desk, sending you a smile as she dusted off the desks in the back. Tom also sent you a greeting of his own, nodding at you, before he began furiously typing on his laptop once more. 

Both busy, as usual. It was no surprise, the two never stopped having things to do. A twinge of guilt made you falter in your step for a moment, still, they always reassured you that your visits never bothered them. After claiming your daily Nook miles at the terminal, you plopped into a chair, leaning your head on your hand while waiting for Isabelle to come over.

"Any news on the residents?" It was the same question from you every day and the answer was often no different, either. You could simply fear having more work to do and another farewell to prepare. 

"Ah-" Her lips quirked down. Whether her sadness was feigned or not, you didn’t have the mind to worry about at the moment. "I'm sorry, I know she hasn’t been here for long, but Pinkie told me she was leaving earlier today.”

Your head was already going over all the things you'd need to organise as the island representative. Sure, these two did their part as well and you were forever thankful, however, you still needed to see islanders off. Once Tom found another future resident, you’d have to pick a good spot, introduce yourself, show them around all the nice spots, become their friend- 

“Are you alright?” Your head snapped to the side, body jolting. Lost in thought, you hadn’t even noticed he’d taken his chair and put it closer to Isabelle’s, his brow furrowed and a warm hand against your arm.

“I’m… Oh.” About to say you were fine, like you always did, you found that your cheeks were wet. You weren’t sure when you’d started crying. The realization only made it so that you shook more. Cracks appeared in the appearance you’d kept up for so long and the moment it started, it became impossible to put a stop to. Your cheeks burned, you couldn’t look either of them in the eye. Of course you’d have a breakdown, how humiliating.

Isabelle immediately started fussing, patting your head and spilling comforting words that refused to quite reach your ears yet. She looked nearly as distressed as yourself nearly and throughout your tears, you cracked a smile. It didn’t last long. Her worry was just so obvious and genuine that it felt kind of nice. “No one’s been bothering you, right?” She asked, grabbing your other hand and squeezing it. 

“No! Not at all. I’m just… Tired,” You admitted with a trembling voice, staring at the droplets that dripped onto the desk. Above your head, unknown to you, Tom and Isabelle exchanged a knowing glance. “I don’t mind being the representative, I like it, but I keep on having to welcome and say goodbye to new people! It feels like I… I barely know anyone here. I show them around and they never stay long. It’s like…” You trailed off, incapable of speaking your insecurities out loud after all. Silence hung in the air for a couple of moments. 

“Yes, yes, it’s obvious. You need a break. You’ve been overworking yourself, hm?” Tom said, touch still comforting.

“...We were actually worried about you for a bit now.” Isabelle continued, head tilted to the side as she observed you. “You looked tired all the time. I know we’re on a tropical island already, still-! What about a vacation? You should relax, take care of yourself!” 

You perked up, eyes flickering from Isabelle’s to Tom’s face. It wasn’t what you were expecting. “Uh, are you sure? Both of you have enough to do already- I don’t want to cause you trouble.”

“I insist!” Isabelle said, looking sheepish moments later at her own loudness. “Like I said, we noticed before, so we might have made some preparations…”

“She’s right, yes, yes. I have a guest room you can stay at, it’ll be a little change of scenery. So, what do you say, hm?” He smiled, an attempt to cheer you up as well. “I won’t even change any rent.”

By now, you were aware he was far from upset with money, but still, it’d become somewhat of an inside joke. You snorted. “That’s a first.” You played along. The prospect of spending more time around Timmy and Tommy was also nice, they were sweet kids. Wiping the tears from your face, you picked up the parts of yourself. You smiled, the expression coming naturally. 

“Thank you, both of you, really.” Smile turned into a grin. “When do I come over?”

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I'M ACTUALLY CRYING OH MY GOD???? THIS IS AMAZING HOLY SHIT!!!!!!! THE DESCRIOTIPNS ARE ABSOLUTELY AMAZING AND IT'S WRITTEN SO WELL :DDD THANK YOU SO MICH FOR THE SUBMISSION, YOU SHOULD BE SO PROUD OF YOURSELF!!! 💝💝💘💌💗💌💖💝💌💗💌💗

[nineteenninety-six]

hey babe,can u write somthing where , a time after grace dies,lizzie is there to help tommy, hoping one day he will love her back,them he meets the oc, and behave like he used to,when he first meet grace and lizzie gets jealous? btw,love ur writing

I made Lizzie into crazy bitch, I’m so sorry.

Also thank you for 700 followers! You guys are the best! I promise once my deadlines end, I’ll post more frequently <3 

Also, has anyone been having problems in receiving notifs that you’ve been tagged in smth? Like I’ve gotten the odd email but other than that I haven’t got anything, so I’m sorry if you’ve tagged me in something and I haven’t responded :((

REVITALIZE

Tommy was drowning in the pain of losing Grace. The love of his life and the mother of his son was gone and it was his fault. He couldn’t sleep and he self-medicated with alcohol, he knew he should do better, especially for his who cried at night for his mother but he couldn’t pull himself out of the hole he was in. 

He also knew he was pushing the limits of his family’s patience and sympathy, they knew he was going through hell but they weren’t going to enable his destructive behaviour and after his disappearing act to Ireland, they were at their breaking point. John and Ada had also lost their significant others but who he was as a person prevented him from reaching out for help.

When he woke up one day stinking of sweat and vomit and having no recollection of the past week did he finally decide to do something. Anything was better than drinking himself sick every day so he stuck himself in work. He spent more than half the day in his office or off somewhere in the country for business and only came home for a few hours each day to spend time with Charlie. Being home was painful as it only held memories of Grace but he could not find it in himself to sell the house, the memories were painful but he wanted Charlie to grow up there. 

Despite his distracted mind, he wasn’t oblivious to Lizzie’s actions. The woman thought it was a great opportunity to place herself within the family and try to get with him but he wasn’t worried as she had been trying to get into the family as long as he had known her and she had tried her way with each of the older Shelby brothers but to no avail.  

After a long day immersing himself with work, the last person he expected to see was his Polly. He knew she came around often to check up on him and make sure he was feeding himself and that Charlie was okay but finding her in his office caught him off guard.

“Pol.” He said as a greeting, “What can I do for you?”

“The staff here aren’t equipped enough to raise Charlie, I think you should hire a nanny.” Polly, as usual, went straight to the point.

“A nanny?” Tommy scoffed, “I don’t need help raising my son, Polly.”

“You’re barely here enough to see him when he’s awake, Thomas. Charlie needs round the clock care at his age and the maids you have aren’t good enough to do it.” Polly argued

“So what, you want me to waste my time conducting interviews for nannies?”

“No. I’ve already done it and she’ll arriving on Saturday.” Polly stood up from her seat and made her way to the door, “Make sure you’re there to greet her and you’re sober.”

With that, Polly left his office and Tommy listened to the clicks of her heels until she left the house. He hated to admit it but Polly was right, Charlie needed a nanny and him denying it didn’t solve the situation. 

When Saturday came, Tommy and Charlie stood on the steps outside the house and watched as a car drove down the long driveway before pulling to a stop in front of them. Polly stepped out first and she was shortly followed by a young woman around Ada’s age. The woman politely smiled at the driver who passed her, her bags before she followed Polly to where he stood.

“Tommy, this is (Y/N). Charlie’s nanny.” Polly introduced them to each other.

“Hello, Mr Shelby.” (Y/N) greeted the man and smiled at Charlie who was looking at her curiously

Tommy merely nodded before he turned around and walked into his house. Charlie poked his head over his father’s shoulder, still curious about the new woman. 

“Don’t take it personally, that’s just how Tommy is,” Polly explained, not wanting the poor woman to think she upset Tommy in some way.

“Come. I’ll show you around the house and introduce you to the staff.” Polly walked into the house and motioned her to follow.

Once she had gotten the tour of the large house and introduced to the staff, Polly had taken her to the family room where Tommy and Charlie had escaped to. (Y/N) didn’t know what to think of Tommy Shelby, everything she was told about him came from his aunt but she could tell that there was hurt within him that didn’t just come from the death of his wife.

“I’ll be going then. Give me a call if there are any problems.” Polly smiled at (Y/N) before she turned to her nephew and shot him a look, “Behave.”

They sat in awkward silence, neither of them willing to speak first. (Y/N) was too nervous and Tommy didn’t care about the nanny enough to strike up a conversation. It wasn’t until Charlie made his way over to the new nanny did the awkward silence in the room end.

“Hello, sweetie.” (Y/N) cooed at the little boy who toddled his way over to her, “It’s very nice to you meet you.”

The boy giggled and grabbed her hand before he attempted to haul himself up onto her lap and once he had gotten on, with a little help from (Y/N), he shuffled forward and pressed his small hands over her face, as if he was mapping it out.

Tommy silently watched as his son and the nanny began to get to know each other, the little boy was utterly fascinated with her and it was rather adorable. He had never seen Charlie act like that with a new person ever and he unsure how he felt about it.  He was unsure of how he felt about the nanny as well, she was pretty and so far gotten on well with Charlie but he was going to be cautious until he knew she could be trusted. 

As the months went by, Tommy found himself getting closer to the nanny, he wouldn’t say he liked her but there were times he did feel soft for her. Her relationship with Charlie also become closer, the little boy refused to be out of her arms for the most part and you could always hear his bubbly laughter and squeals during the day. 

Though like always, Tommy’s brief moment of happiness didn’t last long and it’s disruptor came in the form of a storm named Lizzie. The woman noticed the change in Tommy’s behaviour coincided with the arrival of the new nanny was it was safe to say she was fairly miffed at the woman’s effect on Tommy. 

For years, Lizzie had been trying to become a member of the Shelby family in some way, she had offered to get married to John and said that she’ll look after his kids but that was quickly foiled by Tommy. Tommy had also used her services a few times before Grace came back and there were moments where she hoped she might become pregnant but she didn’t and now that Grace was dead, she hoped she had another chance but the new nanny was making that difficult. 

Tommy’s late nights at the office no longer existed, he always left early enough so he could arrive back at Arrow House before Charlie was put to bed and along with the fact that Tommy’s shoulders weren’t always tense and he smiled easier, made her burn in jealously. She wanted to be the one was behind his positive behaviour changes and she would even bet that the nanny didn’t even know the effect she had. Hell, Tommy probably didn’t even know how much he’s changed.

Tommy was off in London so Lizzie decided to put the nanny where she thought she belonged. 

Lizzie loudly knocked on the front door of Arrow House and pushed past Mary who had opened the door.

“Is Tommy in?” Lizzie pulled off her coat and rudely passed it to the housekeeper.

Lizzie walked around the foyer, her heels loudly clicking against the floor as her eyes took everything in.  

“No.” Mary was unamused, “But you’re his secretary and you should have already known that.”

Lizzie shot Mary a nasty glare and began to round her but was interrupted by soft footsteps and quiet giggles. (Y/N) walked into the foyer and Charlie ran in after her, they had been playing tag and the little boy had been running after his nanny.

“Mary? Is there a problem?” (Y/N) asked as she walked closer to the housekeeper.

“I’m looking for Tommy.” Lizzie interrupted.

“Well, he’s not here.” (Y/N) frowned.

“Miss Stark knows this. She’s Mr Shelby’s secretary.” Mary wasn’t holding back.

Lizzie scowled, “How dare you--”

“Mary, would you be able to entertain Charlie for me for a few moments? I shall deal with Miss Stark, it shouldn’t take long.” (Y/N) interrupted.

Mary narrowed her eyes at Lizzie before she slowly nodded, she unceremoniously through Lizzie’s jacket to the side on one of the chairs that rested there before she gently began to guide Charlie away.

“Is there a message I could pass to Mr Shelby for you?” (Y/N) asked, after she was sure Charlie and Mary were safely away

“No. I actually came here to speak to you.” Lizzie sauntered over to where (Y/N) stood.

“Me?”

“Yes, you.” Lizzie rolled her eyes, “Listen, nanny. I don’t know who you think you are, waltzing in here, acting as you’re a member of this family.”

“I-i don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m only here to look after Charlie.”

“And then what? You plan to seduce Tommy and slip into his bed?” Lizzie stalked towards (Y/N) and pressed her against the wall.

“Seduce?!” (Y/N) didn’t know what to think.

“Stop acting clueless and innocent! I’ve had my sight on Tommy Shelby for years and I won’t let some tart that’s been picked up off of the street to take that from me!”

(Y/N) could only gape in shock at the woman who stood in front of her. Lizzie was red in the face and her hands were shaking in anger.

“Lizzie.”

Tommy’s voice caught both of the women’s attention, their heads whipping to the door where he stood. 

He walked to where they were standing, (Y/N) was still pressed against the wall and Lizzie had taken a few steps back as Tommy made their way over to them.

“Want to explain why you’ve got my nanny corned to the wall?” Tommy’s face wasn’t betraying anything but his voice held a warning not to lie to him.

“We’re just having a talk.” Lizzie straightened out her clothes like she hadn’t been caught threatening someone.

Tommy’s calm facade crumbles at her lie and he glares at her, “I warned you not to lie, Lizzie. Now, I want you to leave my house and I’ll deal with you on Monday.”

“Tommy--” Lizzie began to defend herself.

“Lizzie out!” Tommy roared, making both women jump.

Lizzie quickly ran out of the house, so focused on leaving as fast as she could, that she left her coat behind. 

When the door slammed shut behind her, Tommy turned to (Y/N) who was still stood against the wall.

“Are you okay?” He held his arm out for her to take and when she did, he guided her into the family room, calling for one of the maids to bring her some tea.

“Yeah…” (Y/N) nodded, “How much did you hear?”

“Most of it,” Tommy admitted, “But I’ll make sure she’s dealt with.”

“She seemed determined.” (Y/N) quietly noted

Tommy sighed, “Yeah, that’s Lizzie but she overstepped the line here. I apologize.”

(Y/N) smiled at him, “You don’t have to apologize on her behalf it’s fine but I would like an apology from her.”

Tommy raised an eyebrow, “It won’t be sincere.”

“No, but it’ll be humiliating.” (Y/N) smirked, “What do you think about inviting your whole family around to watch?”

Tommy couldn’t help the laugh that escaped him, “You won’t hear any complaints from me. Or them for that matter.”

It was at that moment, Tommy finally realized how much (Y/N) had an effect on him. He smiled more and felt less strung up. She was a blessing in disguise.

[queenxxxsupreme]

9 where yenn's fighting with her gf and shouting smth like "a farmer girl won't teach me how to live" knowing reader's insecure about her upbringing and immediately regretting saying that

A/N: I just want to give a huge thanks to my baby @writingawaymylife for being so amazing and helping me! I love you babe <3 Also I’m so sorry this took forever!! And I changed the wording a bit but I hope you’re okay with it!

Warnings: mentions of blood, cursing, angst but then fluff I think? 

***

9. Is that what you think of me? 

You hummed softly to yourself, pushing a needle through the material of one of your blouses. It had gotten caught on a thorn on your rose bush and torn earlier in the day. 

You lifted your head, listening to the sound of thunder rumble in the distance. 

The windows in your little cottage were open, allowing a cool breeze to blow through. 

A storm was coming, one that was much needed. A good spring rain was all that your garden needed to give it an extra boost. 

Horse hooves against dirt sounded off, rumbling like thunder in the clouds above. You lifted your head, curious and a little wary. Who would be coming to your home so late at night?

You stood up and moved to the window to look outside. There was a black horse being tied to the hitching rail outside of your home. A familiar woman was tying the reins around the post. 

A few moments later, the door burst open, swinging back to hit the wall. Yennefer was in a rush, hastily ushering the child she held onto into the house. The child was small and her face was smudged with dirt. A hood shielded her hair but you could still see a few blonde pieces of hair.

The door slammed shut just behind Yennefer, who still held the child’s wrist. 

For a split second, the mage stilled, eyes locking with yours. You smiled softly, happy to see her, but then a sharp clap of thunder took her attention. She rushed over to the window, pulling the shutters closed. It’s only then that you see red on her hand and then spread on to your white shutters.

“Yennefer, are-are you bleeding?”

“I’m fine, Y/N.”

 The child stood just inside of your home, looking up at you from beneath her hood. 

“Who is this?” You gestured to the child.

The mage peered out of one window, violet eyes flickering back and forth as she searched for something in the dark. She pulled the window shut. 

“She is mine.” She spoke urgently. She held one hand to her side as she breathed heavily. 

“She’s- I’m sorry. She’s yours?” You repeated, eyes widening. 

“Yes.”

You looked back to the girl, confused. Yennefer was a mage. She couldn’t bear children. 

“Fuck.” Yennefer cursed, taking your mind off of what you’d just learned.

“What’s wrong, Yennefer?” You asked, drawing your brows together as you moved towards her but she was quick to cross the room, passing you by to close one of the windows that faced the back of your property. 

“It isn’t safe to talk, Y/N.”

“Is someone after you?” You followed her with your gaze, lips parting at the sight of a crimson liquid coating her side. “You’ve been injured, Yenn.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

Your heart began to race, fear and concern finding their ways into your veins. Your stomach churned. The sight of blood had always made you queasy. 

“Yennefer, they shouldn’t have taken this long.” The child spoke, drawing your attention to her. 

“What’s…. your name, sweetheart?” You looked at her, your hand coming up to rest on your stomach. 

“Ciri.” She answered, piercing green eyes briefly meeting yours before she looked to Yennefer.

“They’re here.” Yennefer muttered under her breath, moving towards the door. She pulled it open and not even a second later, two men were rushing in. 

One was dark haired and the other had white hair. The white haired one had his arm around the other’s shoulders, using him for support. 

“What happened?”

“Ciri, step back.” Yennefer told her, pulling a chair out at the table for the white one to sit on. 

You watched the mage move back to the front door. She placed her hand on the door and whispered something under her breath in a language you didn’t recognize. Blue wisps left her hand and disappeared into the wood of the door. 

“What was that, Yennefer?” 

She passed you once more, moving quickly to go to the closet in the hall. 

“A protective shield. Nothing can get in or out until sunrise.”

“What would try to get in?”

“Y/N, I can’t talk right now.” She shook her head, trying to pass you once more but your hand found her arm, stopping her. 

“Yennefer.” You murmured her name, eyebrows furrowed together. “Are you in danger?”

“No.” Yennefer shook her head. She pulled away from you and went back to the kitchen with the first-aid kit in her hands. 

She placed the wooden box down on the table. 

“Lambert, would you help him get his armor off?”

“M’fine, Yenn.” The white haired one muttered, wincing when he moved his arm. 

“Yeah, yeah. Your tough guy act won’t work on me.” The dark haired one, Lambert, patted the man’s shoulder, then started to help him take off the bulky armor he wore. 

It was then that you caught sight of the medallion the white haired one wore. It was a wolf head. 

As the armor was taken off, you realized the man was bleeding rather profusely from a wound on his side and another on his collarbone.

You looked away quickly, taking in a deep breath. 

“You good, lady?” Lambert looked in your direction, having heard your heart start to beat faster.

“I-I’m fine. Just don’t like blood is all.” You offered him a tight smile. 

“Have a seat, Y/N.” Yennefer told you. “You’ll pass out.”

You nodded, knowing she was right, but you couldn’t bring yourself to sit down. 

Lambert finished taking off the man’s armor and then helped him get out of his undershirt. The gash on his collarbone was deep and bled more than the one on his side. 

“Who are these people, Yennefer?” You asked her, rubbing your hands together. You wished that there was something you could do to help him, but you knew that if you got any closer to him, you’d surely pass out.

“Ciri, Lambert, and Geralt.”

“Has Yennefer ever mentioned us?” Ciri asked you, tilting her head to the side a little. 

“No.”

She frowned. 

“Yenn, why haven’t you told Y/N about us?”

“Cirilla, now isn’t the time.” Yennefer went back to one of the windows, pulling the drapes back to look outside. She was on edge, worried about something. You’d never seen the mage so…. panicked. 

You moved to her, your hand finding the small of her back. She turned her head to you, mulberry eyes finding yours.

“Yennefer, please tell me what’s going on.” You begged quietly, searching her eyes with your own. There was a frown on your lips and your brows were drawn together. “

Lambert happened to glance in your direction and his eyes widened at how you held Yennefer. 

“You gonna introduce us to your friend, Yenn?” He asked, a grin forming on his lips. 

“No.” She answered flatly, sending him a brief glare. 

The witcher rolled his eyes and moved away from Geralt to inspect your home. 

There were vases and pots of flowers everywhere. The atmosphere was warm- or at least it had been prior to their arrival. Your home was cozy, something Lambert hadn’t expected from someone Yennefer knew. 

“So, Y/N, is it? How did you and Yennefer meet?” He leaned against one of the bookshelves in the room and accidentally knocked over the candles that rested on top. Luckily, they weren’t lit. 

Yennefer sighed at him before moving back to Geralt. She took the rag from him to clean him more efficiently. 

“I’m an herbalist. She needed something for a spell and came to me.” Your eyes found the raven haired mage, smiling softly. “And I was lucky enough to catch her eye.”

Yennefer almost smiled, violet eyes locking with yours. 

Lambert looked between you two, a grin forming on his lips.

Geralt looked up at her, a displeased frown on his lips. This didn’t go unnoticed by you. 

A new wave of nausea came over you, but this one wasn’t because of blood. The look he gave her was odd, like he was upset that she was with you. 

You watched them exchange quiet words that you couldn’t hear, then she picked up a small bottle of spirit you kept in the first aid and poured it on to Geralt’s collarbone. He hissed at the burn, hands gripping his knees. 

Lambert chuckled, his hand coming up to clutch his chest. 

“Nice, Yenn. You know, I didn’t take you for one to play both courts.”’

“Shut up, Lambert.”

You felt confused and slightly concerned. What did he mean by that? And why was Yennefer talking so quietly with Geralt? She was being so gentle with him as she cleaned his woundw and aided him in patching himself up. 

You turned away, your hand once more coming up to rest on your stomach as you grew more nauseous. But this nausea was different than before. This was accompanied by a wave of dread. She was keeping something from you. She was with him, or at least there had to have been some sort of relationship in the past. 

When Yennefer looked up, she saw that you were standing on the opposite side of the room, eyes focused on a painting on the wall. It was of your herb garden in the summertime when it was in full bloom. 

“Y/N?”

“Hm?” You turned your head to look at her.

“Are you alright?”

“No.” You answered honestly, shaking your head softly. “I’d like to talk to you for a moment, if you don’t mind.”

“Give me one minute.”

She placed her hand on Geralt’s arm and whispered something to him before standing up. 

“Let’s go into your room.”

***

You closed the door behind yourself and slowly turned around to face Yennefer.

“Don’t get me wrong, Yennefer, I’m very happy you are here.” You wanted to embrace her, to hold her and kiss her. But the worry made it impossible. “But why is it you’re here? And with those three? Geralt looks as if he’s one wrong move away from death.”

“They’re witchers, Y/N.” Yennefer explained.

“What are all of you running from?”

“I can’t tell you, Y/N-,”

“Bullshit, Yennefer.” You cut her off, tilting your head to the side a little, anger festering in your veins. “You came here to my home with two strangers and your fucking child I knew nothing about. I deserve to know.”

Yennefer held your gaze for a moment before shaking her head. 

“Y/N, I am doing this for your safety. If you know, your life will be in even more danger. And I don’t like to tell many about Ciri. It’s nothing against you, Y/N. It’s just safer when as few people know about her as possible.”

“Do you not trust me? Do you think I’d put her in harm’s way by announcing it to the entire village that the mage I am in love with has a daughter?”

“Y/N, she’s not-,” Yennefer stopped herself, closing her eyes for a moment to take a deep breath. When her eyes opened, she looked at you. “Ciri is Geralt’s child surprise, and I am bound to Geralt by fate. There was a wish he made decades ago and it’s caused our destinies to be intertwined.”

You were stunned, mouth slightly open and eyes focused on her. Your mind seemed to short circuit, unable to form complete thoughts or sentences. You couldn’t find your voice. It was lost somewhere in your throat. 

Who was this woman before you that you had welcomed into your home with open arms? Who was this woman that you professed your love to not too long ago? Who was this woman that occupied your every thought? You felt as though you barely knew her. 

“You-You….” You brought your hand up to your mouth. “I don’t-I don’t understand, Yennefer.”

Her eyes stayed on you as you paused once more to take a deep breath in an attempt to calm your racing heart. 

“Why did you keep this from me? I mean, fuck!” You couldn’t help but shout the curse in frustration, your hand falling to your side to curl up into a tight fist. “You have a-a fucking child, and a man that you are stuck with by fate! I-I don’t even feel like I know you anymore, Yennefer!” Your sentence ended with your voice cracking, a lump forming in your throat. 

She just looked at you, unsure of what to say, of how to make you feel better. 

“Is anything you’ve ever told me true? Are-Are you even in love with me? Or are you just fucking using me, Yennefer?”

“Y/N, I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want to drag you into this shit!” Yennefer finally spoke, raising her voice to match yours. “I didn’t want someone like you coming into my world.”

“Someone like me?” You repeated, shifting your weight from one foot to the other and crossing your arms. “What does that mean?”

Yennefer shook her head, running her fingers through her hair as she turned around to pace away from you. 

“You grew up on a farm in the middle of nowhere, Y/N. You’re naive to the real world, to my world.”

A sharp pain stung your something beneath your ribs. 

“Is that what you think of me? You think I’m stupid?”

“I didn’t say that, Y/N-,”

“But you may as well have!” You cut her off. “I can’t believe you!”

“Will you just keep your voice down, Y/N?”

“Why? So those people in there don’t know about the fucking girl you’ve lied to who’s dumber than a box of rocks? Who knows nothing else but to herd sheep and tend to cattle? Who is good for nothing but providing a home to you and giving you a good fuck?”

“Y/N, enough!” Yennefer shouted, effectively silencing you. “I didn’t tell you, not because I think you’re stupid, but because I didn’t want to bring you into any of this. I didn’t want you to be fearful of me, to second guess our relationship because of Geralt and Ciri.”

“Keeping it from me makes me second guess more than just our relationship, Yenn.” You crossed your arms tightly over your chest. 

The anger you felt had fizzled down to embarrassment and sadness. She was embarrassed to claim you, to call you hers. How could you be so stupid to think that you’d be able to have someone like her? She was a strong and unbelievably beautiful mage. She was way out of your league.

“I don’t know who you are, Yennefer.” You shook your head, tears blurring your vision but you blinked them away, desperate to keep your composure. “You can stay tonight. The storm outside sounds bad. You know where the guest room is and where the extra quilts in there are.”

“Y/N-,”

“I don’t want to talk right now.” It was your turn to be harsh. “Leave.”

Without another word, Yennefer left. It surprised you, to be honest, that she’d given up so easily. A small part of you thought and prayed that she cared enough to fight, to try to make things better between you two.

***

You weren’t too sure how long you had been laying there listening to the thunder and rain outside. You tried to sleep, but when you closed your eyes, you could see her, see the smile on her lips when she looked at you and feel the warmth of her touch.  It proved better to stay awake staring at the wall than to try to rest. 

The sound of your door opening caught your attention. You wanted to look up to see who it was, but you decided against it. It was probably just Yennefer.

“I know you’re awake.” Her velvet voice spoke. 

You said nothing. 

The bed behind you dipped from her weight. 

“It was wrong of me to keep them from you.” She murmured, now laying closer to you. Her fingers began to brush through your hair. “And it was wrong of me to think you aren't fit to know of my world. If…. I want you, I have to share everything with you, to let you know who I truly am.”

Still you were silent.

“I love you, Y/N. It’s…. pure. What we feel for each other. It isn’t caused by magic, by a wish I had no control over. I love Geralt, yes, but that is different. It’s not the same as the way I love you.”

With a little sigh, you turned over on to your back. 

The candles by your bedside lit, giving you the ability to see the mage in your bed.

“I was fearful.” She whispered, bringing her hand up to stroke your face. “I didn’t want harm to come to you because of me.”

“That isn’t a good excuse for keeping a man you are bound to by destiny from me. And you have a child.” You shook your head softly. “You should trust me enough to tell me things like that, things that aren’t just minor in your life.”

“I’m sorry.” She leaned forward to kiss your cheek. “Please forgive me. I hate when you’re mad at me.”

You said nothing for a few heartbeats, instead gazing into her violet eyes.

“I’m still upset, but I love you.” You moved closer to her, wrapping one arm around her and tucking your face into her chest. 

She smiled softly, dipping her head down to kiss your hair. 

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Hi, hi ! Let’s go for a request ! So mm ... What about a headcanon of the brothers having a baby with MC ? Are they the one that proposed it or it is MC ? How do they feel about becoming a father ? Nervous, excited ... And how do they act when MC is pregnant ? And when the baby is here ? That kind of cute stuff 🥺. (Sorry English isn’t my first language too) And thank you in advance ✨

Oooh this one is literally SO adorable🥺🥺 All of those turned out so long so I’m really sorry if you wanted smth shorter!! I ended up getting caught in my feelings sksjkLs

It’s a fem!reader so if anyone is uncomfortable by it feel free to pass this post!!

Lucifer

When you announced that you wanted to have a baby with him he was a bit taken aback. The thought of having a kid never really crossed his mind as he already had to deal with his younger brothers.

At first, he firmly refuses the idea. Stating that he wouldn’t have time with all the work he has. But the more MC talked about it the more he actually starts to like the suggestion. You’d talk to him in detail about your dreams of holding in your arms a baby that was the fruit of your love, and soon enough Lucifer would find himself daydreaming about the idea as well.

One day, him and MC were in bed, half naked, and when you reminds him to put a condom on, he shakes his head. «  I don’t think there’s the need to anymore. » You look at him with stars in you eyes, that night was the best sex you ever had.

When you announce your pregnancy, he tries his best to hold back his excitement and would just hold you tightly in his arms. « You’re gonna make such an amazing mother. »

The next few months would be stressful on him, he’d do his best to complete as much as work as possible until his paternity leave while still be there for you. Needless to say, he was doing a great job taking care of you as the challenges of a pregnancy only got more complicated. You’d barely even tell how stressed he actually was because most of the time he’d be the one calming down MC.

While on a meeting with Diavolo, he gets a call from Mammon, he gets a bit annoyed but still excuses himself before picking up. « L-Lucifer?! It’s MC! She’s in labour! Hurry up!! » His mind was racing like crazy. It’s happening? He’s having a baby with the love of his life? He informed Diavolo of the situation quickly before sprinting towards his car.

He would reassure MC and hold your hand the next hours you spent in the hospital while you were giving birth. « Just a few more pushes love, do it for me, do it for our family. » When he saw his daughter, he actually shed a tear. The brothers were so surprised because they’ve simply never seen him cry before. But Lucifer couldn’t care less. The two most important girls in the world were right there and nothing could make him happier.

He would absolutely NOT leave MC or his baby girl’s side for the next months. He would always take care of his baby even when it was your turn. « Just go back to sleep, okay? I’ll go get her myself. »

When it was time to go back to work he even considered telling Diavolo that he was going to take the next year off, but MC quickly stopped him because she knew that he still loved working there. You had to assure him multiple times that you had his other brothers and she wasn’t alone before he obliged.

Mammon

Let’s get real, he probably entertained the idea of having a kid with you within the first month of your relationship, but he wouldn’t say anything to not freak you out.

He would wait about a year or so before joking about it one day even though he was fully serious. « Imagine if we had a kid haha! Just kidding...But imagine. » You would look at him with a smile on your face before jumping in his arms and kissing him. Let’s say the rest of the day was..hot.

The next few weeks you’d do it every single day wherever you were, whether it’d be at home or outside while on a date. When MC comes at him with a positive pregnancy test he cried his balls out for the next hours. « Y-you’re not kidding right?! I’m going to be a DAD?!? » He ended running around the whole house screaming that he was going to be a father. His brothers were happy for the both of you but were also annoyed that Mammon just WOULDN’T shut up about it.

During the whole pregnancy he was an anxious mess and kept smothering you. « Oi! What did I tell you?! If you want to get out of bed you tell me first! You don’t go anywhere without me!! »

He would bring literally ANYTHING you were craving at any time of the day. He would spend all of his money buying the most expensive stuff for his child even though you begged him to stop because for fuck’s sake it’s the third stroller he brought this week.

One day he’s awakened by MC in the middle of the night. « Mammon...I think my water broke! » YOUR WATER WHAT?! He rushed you out of the house while litteraly SCREAMING at the top of his lungs that they were going to the hospital. Like he would waste time to wake every single one of his brothers up! They were all woken up by his screams even though most of them didn’t even understand a word of what he was saying.

The whole drive there he would mumble to himself « Fuck..Okay...This is actually happening...Let’s keep calm!! » While giving birth he probably screamed just as much if not more than MC. He was such a nervous mess he kept walking around the room before the doctors got there doing his best to reassure MC (and himself.)

When he first got to hold his baby boy he cried even more than when he learned about the pregnancy. « O-obviously my baby would look JUST as amazing as his handsome father! » He’d stutter while sobbing. But the image that stuck in his head that day was probably when you held your kid in your arms. He felt like the luckiest man on earth and looking at his little family only reminded him of the happiness she brought into his life.

He would be a good father but would definitely be the kind of parent to learn along the way. When there was anything he didn’t know he would ask you and when you tell him he did a great job he’d grin and say : « What did you expect? Of course the great Mammon would make a great father! »

Leviathan

Oh boy, this man is not a kid person.

A child requires so much time that he would much rather spend on video games and animes.

MC has to be the first one to propose that idea. When you tell him about your hope of having a baby with him one day he quickly turned red. « W-what?! A baby?! But I have so many video games to finish! So many animes to watch! And so little time! » You sighed, knowing full well he would give this kind of response.

You were once cuddling with him while watching a new anime that just came out, he asked you the night before to watch it together and you of course accepted. The plot revolves around this big happy family and you couldn’t help yourself but envy them, because you wanted that with him. « I wish I could have a happy family like this! It’s so not fair. » Using his own phrase against him? How bold.

Leviathan sighed, he knew exactly what you were referring to. And he had to admit, ever since you talked to him about it, he couldn’t help but think about a kid he would teach to play video games alongside with him, or about having nights with the three of you just laying in bed and watching an anime while cuddling. He looked at you before giving a small peck on the lips. His face now red, he replied : « Fine, I guess we can try i-» He couldn’t even finish his sentence and you were already all over him.

Since then, every night after the cuddling session things would get a bit more steamy until one morning while eating breakfast, you end up running to the bathroom and throw up everything you had previously eaten. That was the third time this week, was this a morning sickness? The boys all rushed after you and bombarded you of questions but you could only see your boyfriend, and with tears eyes you stutter : « I-I think I might be pregnant. »

The room suddenly got silent as Leviathan walks towards you and gives you the biggest hug. He didn’t say much that day, the excitement of the news still settling in. As the months went on, he would pick up his game console less and less, his attention now solely on you and the baby growing inside of you. Before you came into his life, he never even thought about missing his anime sessions once, but now they seemed so trivial compared to helping you every day throughout your pregnancy.

He’d be so attentive to your needs, you’d spend hours upon hours suggesting names for the baby (even if he doesn’t understand why you refused the name Ruri-chan.)

You’re in the living room with him and the rest of the brothers since it’s movie night, you feel a sudden contraction and moan lightly but think nothing of it. False contractions happen, right? Well it happens a few minutes later and this one was even more painful. This time you moan loudly and the boys all stared at you with a concerned look on their faces. « W-was that a contraction? » You nod while squeezing your boyfriend’s hand. He’s all red and panicked but tries to compose himself for you.

At the hospital he starts to worry about his competence. What if I’m not a good father? What if I don’t do a good job at raising my own kid? What if I end up disappointing her? His thoughts are all washed away when he feels a hand on his cheek, you could feel him tense up and decided to comfort him. « I don’t know what you’re thinking right now but you better flush them all down the toilets because all of them are wrong. You’re gonna be the greatest father ever, okay? »

While giving birth, he did his very best to not get the panic get to him and tried to help you out the best he could although only half is his sentences were comprehensive. By the end of it he was weirdly just as exhausted as you were. But it was all so worth it, because when his little baby wrapped his tiny hand around his finger he just melted. For a moment he felt like he didn’t have to envy anyone because he had the best little family and nothing could compare to that.

Sometimes he’ll play a game while the baby is sleeping but those times were rare as he prefered taking care of his own child. He would feel really overwhelmed by the amount of love you and the kid give him, he still has to adjust to it as he spent thousands of years loathing himself.

Satan

He may not seem like a kid person, but he’s actually quite fond of them. Although like Lucifer, he never really thought about having a kid.

He’s in the library as always, but this time you were wrapped in his arms as both of you were reading this book about the human world. When the section of kids comes around, both of you start talking about having a child of your own. Neither of you really proposed the idea, it just came naturally to you when reading the book that you both were ready. So you did it in the library. Multiple times.

You checked your calendar multiple times to make sure you weren’t wrong, but you were absolutely certain that you were late. Almost a week late! You thought to yourself, that almost never happens. But you didn’t want to give anyone false hope, so you waited until you did a pregnancy test to confirm your suspicions. That same night, you told your boyfriend you were late. He held your hands tightly and looked at you with the biggest smile, you’ve never seen him this happy! « Really MC?! You’re pregnant? »

From then on, his favourite activity was to read you a bunch of pregnancy books and anything remotely related to kids. Provided you were there, he’d spend hours in the library reading about how to raise a kid (well a human kid, he wasn’t sure whether or not a baby half-human half-demon would be different.) The fact that he had made so much research helped you so much during the pregnancy and you were forever grateful for that. He knows every single thing that needed to be known.

One faithful night you were both sitting in his bed when you suddenly felt a contraction. He immediately reassured you : « Don’t worry too much about it, okay? Contractions have to belayed by less than 4 minutes for it to actually count, otherwise they’re just contractions to prepare your body. » He still took a mental note of the exact hour, and when you had your second contraction this time he was sure this was it.

He grabs the bag full of the necessary equipments and decides to text the group via DDD that they were leaving. He kept holding your hand and whispering sweet words to your ear the whole drive there. His presence was enough to calm you down even though the contractions were getting more and more painful.

When you get to the hospital, it’s the same thing, even though he was in full panic mode he wasn’t showing any sign of it and kept giving you a warm smile while reminding you that everything was going to be alright. Finally the baby arrives and she’s absolutely magnificent, he feels this sudden wave of happiness hit him as he holds his baby girl close to his chest. He cries a bit but was quick to wipe them away before you’d see him.

He’s probably the most caring baby daddy out of all the brothers, he’s easily able to find every solution to any issue concerning the kid and feels like every day he’s learning something new about his precious baby. He holds dear in his heart the image of you singing a lullaby to the baby and he’s grateful that you brought this light in his life that he so desperately needed.

Asmodeus

Honestly? He’s probably going to be the hardest brother to convince. He already gave up such a huge part of his life by being in a committed relationship with you, it would be an even bigger step to start a family with you and he honestly didn’t think he’d ever be ready for that.

You two were simply on a date shopping in the mall when you come across a shop that sells clothes for kids. You coo as you see the tiny shoes that were on display. Asmo found it adorable as well and joined as well but was completely stunned when you talked about how cute your baby would look in that dress. He’d laugh and say : « Darling you know I love you, but would you really want a baby? They’re such a hassle! » You disagree with him completely, and for the next few weeks you keep sending him posts of families and their babies on Devilgram.

He would smile whenever you sent him anything family-related. He got to admit you were really persistent with that baby thing, and he gave it a lot of thought. Yes he never thought he would have a family of his own one day, but he also never thought he’d be in a committed relationship either. But there he was, with you, and you fulfilled his needs in a way that no demon or witch could ever even begin to compare. You changed so much things in his life for the better, and he couldn’t help but have this idea of the the three of you in a matching outfit!

You were doing each other’s skin care routine, as always, talking and gossiping when he suddenly stops and looks at you with a huge smile while running his hand on your thigh. « You know MC...I wouldn’t mind if we started making a baby right now. » What? You were a bit dumbfounded at first, and he had to kiss you to realize that you weren’t dreaming.

His face lit up when you announce to him that you’re pregnant. He pampers you with kisses and one thing led to another... Your hormones and libido were on fire while pregnant for the pleasure of your boyfriend. All he does is buy new clothes for the baby and outfits for all of you, and you can’t believe that this man was once reluctant about the idea of having a kid.

Much like Mammon, he absolutely lost it when you told him that your water broke. He was so impatient, he was finally about to see his baby girl! He kept screaming around that he was the happiest man alive. In the hospital, he was a SOBBING MESS. He couldn’t hold it together and was just so overjoyed. It only got worse when he finally got to see her.

« She’s so gorgeous!! Of course she would be! She looks just like her daddy! » After making sure you were alright, he would spend most of the times taking pictures of you and the baby. He even put one of them as his lockscreen.

He’s so gentle and patient with his girl, he LOVES to pick out little outfits for her that matches his and take tons of pictures afterwards. You’re so happy he’s the father of your kid.

Beelzebub

He’s DEFINITELY a kid person, absolutely adores them.

You were chilling with him in the kitchen, stealing snacks as always when he suddenly asks you : « Have you ever thought about having a kid? » You’re really surprised and don’t know how to respond for a while. « I know, this came out of nowhere... But lately I can’t stop contemplating the idea of having a family with you. I love you so much MC and if you’re not ready I get it, but I want you to be the mother of my child one day. »

You couldn’t believe it, you’ve been having the exact same thoughts lately! You respond « And I want you to be the father of my kid. » He smiles as he lifts you up the kitchen counter and walk up to your room, he kept telling you how much he loved you as he made love to you that night.

When you revealed to him your pregnancy, he couldn’t get out a single word out of his mouth, yet there was so much he wanted to say. He ended up kissing you gently and telling you how happy you make him.

When he brings you food, he always does his best to not eat anything on the way to the house. You always giggle when he stares at the food with saliva dripping down his mouth and end up sharing everything. He never stops following you around and making sure you’re okay when you’re not in bed, he even picks you up sometimes just to be safe.

He must have really good swimmers because when you went to the doctor’s appointment, he happily declared that the two of you were gonna have twins! « Does it run in one of your families? » The doctor would ask but you didn’t respond, you were only looking at Beel after this amazing announcement. Twins! You were gonna have twins!

The rest of the pregnancy went smoothly and you have to thank your loving boyfriend for that. When it was time for you to deliver, you kept freaking out, you were about to give birth to not one, but two babies! However Beel was once again there for you and gently patted your back and reminded you that were gonna do an amazing job. He was there for you the whole time, appeasing you when you felt like you couldn’t handle the pain anymore.

He was next to you, holding his little girl while you were holding your little boy. It was a beautiful sight, and he just couldn’t stop smiling whenever the baby would move around his big arms. How did he get so lucky? He leans in and gives you a kiss on the cheek, he was so thankful to you and he wanted to show it to you right at that moment.

The most loving father there could EVER be. His sweet side reflects so clearly when he takes care of his kids, he adores his big family so much and he shows it through the little actions.

Belphegor

Contrary to his twin, not really a kid person. And can you blame him? Baby boy spends all of his time sleeping, it’s be hard for him to fit a baby in his busy schedule.

When the idea popped into your head, there was no way it was getting out of there. You kept fantasying about a mini-Belph, the single thought of it warmed your heart. And when you suggested it to him, you didn’t expect a laugh as a response. « I can barely take of myself, MC you’re adorable but how do you expect me to take care of another living being? »

You pouted at him for a bit before giving up. He wasn’t ready for it, and you weren’t really gonna force him about it. But you would drop comments here and there from time to time. Belph would glare at you before petting your head. « Still not ready, sweetheart. »

While sleeping in your arms one night, he dreamt about your family, how you all would get in the bed and all nap together under the same blanket and wake up to the tickles of your kid. When he woke up, he felt this weird tingling sensation in his heart and he started fancying the idea of having a baby with you.

A few weeks later, he woke you up with kisses on your neck and when you asked him what he was up to he smirked. « Well to take you up on that proposition of starting a family.. » You were stoic for a few seconds and stared at him with the most loving look on your face.

When you told him you were having his baby, he was so happy he didn’t let go of you for the rest of the day. For the whole pregnancy, you spent most of your time in his room, you loved seeing him sleeping on your chest while his hand was placed on your growing tummy. It was literally your favourite position.

Your water broke one week before the date your doctor gave you! Belph was up in less than a second when you told him the situation, you’ve literally never seen him get up this fast before.

In the hospital he kept trying to keep calm as you screamed in agony. All he could do was squeeze your hand to remind you that he was right there by your side. After a few hours, his baby boy finally came to life, he had such a hard time believing that the beautiful kid that was in his arms was his. He was so nervous about the idea of being a dad, but the emotion that struck him the most was the pure joy he had when knowing you three were going to be a family.

He’s tired literally all the time but that doesn’t stop him from helping you out all the time. His tiredness is all worth it for his baby boy and the love of his life.

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Do you have any more random observations about Sanders Sides? The last post with them was really cool

Gladly, kind traveler!!

We’ve been to Patton’s and Virgil’s rooms, but the remaining sides have all taken Thomas to a different realm of sorts (the debate room, the theater, the court room, and that weird black place from Forbidden fruit)

Roman resorts to Remus humor/ideas a surprising amount for someone who is terrified of being seen like him.

Virgil actually counted out every single time that Thomas had overthought a problem athd. Did he slow down time to make all the scratches in the wall? Does he make one new scratch for every time? Did he just bullshit a number? Also, him waving the scratches away is pretty cool. 

Patton started taking off his pants in aio when Roman said that “I wear the pants in this house!” And yet, in aa, Patton made Thomas put his pants back on. 

Thomas has a Very Specific track that plays almost every time something gets sentimental (like in Roman’s speech during aa) and it makes me tear up every time

The fact that they didn’t come up with and answer to ““why do we wake up in the morning?” Is kinda concerning, ngl. Also, that is a really long episode name hh (what even is the abbreviation?? wdwwuitm?)

Remus is even paler than Virgil, and obviously has darker eyeshadow, and yet everyone comments on *Virgil’s* makeup

Roman has had two food nicknames so far (Romano cheese and romaine lettuce)  and has made two food comments (maybe more), one about corn and the other about mashed potatoes, and honestly same 

Janus tends to turn his face when he’s lying, I believe. It’s especially prevalent in clbg, but I’d need to watch the other Janus eps to make sure that he keeps that habit 

Roman refers to the Dragon Witch with she/her pronouns, and yet her voice was really deep and decidedly amab, so yeah she’s definitely trans and also I love her

Roman takes off his shirt like a girl. This statement makes total sense, I promise. I’m guessing most of y’all have seen that post with girls vs boys taking off shirts? That. (And if any of y’all wanna check, Roman starts taking off his shirt near the beginning-ish of lntao)

We haven’t seen Remus with purple hair, which makes me so, so sad. Do you think the tips of his mustache were purple, too?

Roman was wearing three-ish, four-ish layers in athd. I’m surprised he didn’t get heatstroke

Logan canonically is turned on by meeting deadlines, and that is the most cursed information within the entire show, Remus included. And no one mentioned it, for some reason??

When Thomas called Logan cool, the transcript reads “disbelieving scoff” and then he sinks out

According to his playlist, Remus is a toesucker. I am not surprised.

So, from what I’ve seen, the sides’ tics are: For Logan, adjusting his glasses and tie; for Roman, running his hands through his hair (and one or two times he fiddled or clutches at his sash); for Virgil, fiddling with his sleeves, and blowing at his hair (idk he does that often tho); for Patton....I actually can’t think of any at the moment, unless putting your hands in your hips counts as a tic; for Remus, that hand thing he did, idk what to call it; and Janus is so smooth and coy that I doubt he has one, though fiddling with his gloves would probably be most likely

Virgil just wanders around Thomas’s house, apparently?? Does he like...knock down glasses sometimes?? Can he interact with Thomas’s apartment?? 

Patton has the blinds, Roman has a tv and a lamp, Virgil has stairs, and Logan has what, the door?? The kitchen??? A hallway??? Why does he have so much room?? No wonder Janus has impersonated him the most, Logan actually has room to breathe over there

The dark sides seem to have trouble rising up?? Like, I’m excluding Remus’s first appearance bc he was crouched behind a tv and ambushing his brother and that’s a bit different than the standard rising up. Like, think about it, Virgil has risen up only twice, I believe, at the end of the two-parters, and Janus, when revealed, just sorta...appeared. And when he was impersonating Logan the first time, he wobbled a bit when rising up, and the second time, he just popped into the lowdown, and at the end of the lilypadton scene, he just kinda walked into place or smth. Remus rose up from behind the tv, but after that, he just kinda appeared and reappeared later. I wonder why?

Thomas has a lamp, tv, a light switch and a window all within five feet of each other. 

Logan used to stand in roughly Virgil’s spot (the first couple eps), and Roman used to stand in Patton’s spot. It’s so strange to me when I rewatch the eps.

The first time Roman rose up, he kinda....rose up from the side? In a rainbow motion??? How did Thomas even DO that??? 

I’m also confused as to how they made roman’s hair look like it was being pulled in logic vs passion

Roman has like three-ish (his shirt seems to be made of two parts, idk if that counts as a second layer or not lol) layers, even with a black shirt underneath, while Remus has a wide collar with no undershirt like the gay slut that he is

Aaaannnd that’s all I can think of for now but THANKS for asking it’s so fun to do these (I hope I didn’t repeat any lol) and sorry for any spelling mistakes It’s like 2am lol

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Corrupting the Innocent Pt. 3- Dong Sicheng

Word count: 1.6k

Genre: fluff with hints of angst/suggestive

Plot summary: In which (Y/N) decides to “help” innocent exchange student Sicheng win over his crush. Except she has ulterior motives and Sicheng is too clueless to notice.

 A week had passed and here you were, getting comfortable in this environment you had instilled for your lessons, with a different version of Sicheng seated by your side. Apparently, treating the situation as though it was a university course had been the right move- the exchange student wowed you with his completion of the assignment. He even vouched for extra credit, surprising you with a new fashion sense.

Your eyes skimmed over his notes, a full list of attributes on display before your eyes. Hair, eyes, lips, ears and the list went on. You nodded approvingly before handing him back the textbook.

“I’m impressed, bravo.” You paused, gauging his reaction. “How did that exercise feel?”

“Good, honestly. I hadn’t taken the time to think about it before.” He seemed pensive, a different aura about him. Could a week of changing his mindset have done this much?

 You reoriented the conversation to the reason you had started this coaching in the first place.

“Now, I want you to tell me something. Have you talked to Rosé before?” He lowered his head, embarrassed.

“Not exactly.”

“Lovey, that’s going to be your assignment for the week.”

“But I’m not ready.” His eyes had taken on two sizes from pure astonishment and dare you say it, fear.

“Sure, you are.” Seeing as your words didn’t have the reassuring effect you had expected them to, you switched gears.

“Here, I’ll help you. Just pretend I’m Rosé.” You wriggled in your seat, getting comfortable for the role.

“This isn’t going to work.” His lip was caught between his teeth now. What you’d give to bite that lip.

“Yes, it is, try it.”

He finally gave in, a familiar love-shaped glimmer traveling across his eyes when he angled them back towards you.

“Hi, Sicheng.” You coaxed him into a “natural” flow of conversation.  

“Hi, Rosé. What’s- um, how are you?” He scratched the back of his neck. Adorable.

“I’m great! You?”

“Um, good. Thanks.” Silence thickened the air in the room for a second, both of you standing awfully still. Sicheng was entranced by this meager roleplaying and he reached over to you, caressing your cheek lovingly. The way he was looking at you almost made you rethink your plan. You pulled back admittedly not soon enough. Why was your heart beating so fast?

“See, you’re ready.” You smiled at him encouragingly. His mind felt elsewhere, though.

“Yeah, um I should get going. I have an exam Monday so.” His vibe was off, but you dismissed him, brushing the awkwardness aside. You had probably just been nervous because of the sexual tension between you two. The newfound confidence did multiply his already obvious sex appeal (or potential, in his case).

 You retired to your bedroom for the rest of the evening, alienated from the rest of the world as you rolled reruns of your favorite tv shows, barely even acknowledging the outside world. An incoming text message jolted your phone awake, only slightly capturing your attention.

Have you gotten him laid yet?

You sighed. I wish, you thought.

No, I have to keep pretending that I’m setting him up with you.

Rosé: How long are you going to keep this up for?

You shrugged; you didn’t have an answer. What Sicheng didn’t know was that you were actually friends with Rosé, and she was in on the whole thing. This scheming was what kept you two close, toying with people so they wouldn’t toy with you. Rosé shared the same view as you when it came to people and relationships which had made it easier for you to form this dynamic duo. Plus, none of her friends were keen on her “habits” so you were all she had when it came to this.  

 How’s project J coming along? You texted. “Project J” was code for her own plans to get Jaehyun in bed, the hot but oh-so-catholic eye candy.

Ugh, don’t get me started. He’s so much of a prude- even at the party, he would barely touch me. I’m sick of the “no sex before marriage” bullshit, I just want to fuck him already.

You could relate to that. If anyone else was reading these texts, they’d probably think you were both horrible people. That didn’t bother you, everyone was a little horrible anyway- you were just more public about it. You enjoyed these games of yours, it spiced up your otherwise rather dull life and kept you feeling alive. There was nothing like manipulating other people’s lives to make you feel in control of your own.

 “Sicheng, what are you-“ You had jolted awake at the sound of someone knocking on your door, just now identifying the culprit.

“I did it, I talked to her.” He beamed with excitement; his eyes illuminated with joy. If it wasn’t so damn early, you would’ve faked happiness.

“What did you say?” You rubbed your eyes, trying to rub the fatigue out of them.

“We just talked like we rehearsed and guess what, I’m seeing her tomorrow!” His brows furrowed together. “Do you think she thinks it’s a date?”

“I don’t know Sicheng, it’s too early for ME to think.” You sighed, the word think slowly decomposing to a mess of letters you couldn’t fathom.

“Right, sorry. I should’ve called first.”

“It’s fine.” You squinted your eyes at him, he wasn’t budging from his spot. “Did you need anything else?”

“Um, can I come in actually?” He was biting his lip again, by now you had figure out the habit was the manifestation of his nerves. You stepped aside and opened the door wide.

He was twiddling his thumbs, pacing around your living room. What on Earth has gotten into him?

“Remember at the party when we were in the closet together?” You nodded, crossing your arms in front of your chest. Where was this going? you asked yourself. Your question was soon addressed as a prominent blush overcame his delicate features.

“Did you mean it when you said you would teach me how to kiss?”

You licked your lips, knitting your brows together. This had taken an interesting turn.

“Of course.” You narrowed your eyes at him. “Sicheng, have you kissed a girl before?”

His teeth reflexively caught his lip as he timidly shook his head no. A virgin, yours to corrupt. Things just kept getting better and better.

“No need to be embarrassed, I’ll show you.” You offered him your most reassuring smile and he seemed to relax a tad. He sat down on your couch, gaze averting yours. His palms ran down his thighs, his nerves transpiring over every inch of his being. He looked everywhere but at you.

“Honey, this isn’t going to work if you can’t even look at me.”

To this he turned his head back around, eyes boring into yours. Emotions were wrestling each other behind those coffee brown eyes, you could tell.

“Are you sure you want to do this now?” Making them feel like it was their choice was key.

“Yes.” All hesitation from before had evaporated from his voice, perhaps those scenes before his eyes had given him a pep talk.  

You crossed your legs under you, now facing the exchange student. You guided his hand to lay on your waist and he gulped. You rested your hand on his cheek and brought his face closer to yours.

“Just follow my lead, okay?” He nodded and you pressed your lips on his. You gave him a few seconds to get used to your lips on his before you started moving your lips against his. It took all your willpower not to devour him right this instant, it was just too good. He shifted towards you, asserting his hold on your waist. Your lips moved in a steady rhythm against each other’s and Sicheng slowly started to get the hang of it.

You broke away to catch your breath, Sicheng’s eyes following you avidly. You dove back in, deciding to spice things up a bit by sliding your tongue in his mouth. A single yelp resonated into your mouth before he relaxed into the kiss, tentatively adding his tongue as well. He pulled back, not realizing that the lip he had caught between his teeth was yours until you moaned out loud. You quickly covered your mouth with your hand.

“Shit, I’m sorry.” You breathed, truthfully the sound had escaped your mouth unbeknownst to you. You shouldn’t be so careless. The expression scattered on his face was one you had never seen him wear before.

“I’m gonna go.” The air was thick with tension, and not of the sexual kind. You didn’t even protest, cursing yourself for that slip-up. You hoped he wouldn’t make a habit of leaving anytime things got remotely awkward.

You let your thoughts wander as you hopped in the shower. You were enjoying him way too much; it was bordering obsession. It was the first time you had wanted someone this badly before and you weren’t sure how to feel about it.

 The next day, your phone buzzed on the counter, the screen illuminating the following words from Rosé:

Next time, could you not involve me in your hook-up projects? Thanks

Right, their “date” was today. If only Sicheng knew…

Rosé was radio silent for the next couple of hours and you busied yourself with household chores, homework and things of the like. Only around dinnertime did you finally hear back from the blonde.

He barely looked at me, let alone talked to me. He seemed completely uninterested in me, weird since he asked ME out. Good work though, you’ll get him laid in no time!

Had your plan already worked? Was he already growing disinterested in Rosé? You found yourself to be the one biting your lip this time. If you had indeed succeeded, why did your heart feel like it had dropped into your stomach?

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Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

a/n: hi loves! I just finished this series and I wanted your opinion on smth- did you want me to post the rest sooner than every week? I hope everyone is staying safe and doing well xx 

[woozisnoots]

warnings: implied suicide

a/n: if you feel uncomfortable, pls skip to the important blog update under the cut. long post ahead sorry i did not realize 😬

i sat inside the booth between two train tracks. in such a small space, the pounding in my head didn’t compare to each and every one of my thoughts that touched each corner of the room. minute by minute, the cold from the outside slowly started to fog the outskirts of the glass window.

the train only came by twice a day. 6:40am and 11:40pm weekdays. 12:10am and 9:20pm weekends. i didn’t know what time it was on whatever day i came but it was pitch black out. no stars in the sky, no cricket sounds for miles, no person in sight. i gave up trying to move from the seat, my willingness to even lift a pinky was slim to none. i couldn’t care less if anyone saw me. any decent person would have just walked away if they knew what was good for them.

that night, there was a figure standing on the other side of the train tracks with a lantern held high. maybe twenty feet away. how long were they standing there? there was a good chance that i didn’t even know who it was. like any other night, i chose to ignore— in hopes that they would just leave.

but their lantern burned brighter in response. it was a subtle way of catching my eye but they caught all my attention. the brightness felt like it had finally reached me. it was like the tiniest bit of warmth had melted the frozen exterior of my body, enabling me to move. i was attracted to it. though i wasn’t entirely sure what ‘it’ was. without myself knowing, i was already opening the door.

i walked slow, inch by inch, wanting so bad just to feel that warmth again. just when i could start to feel again, it escaped my reach. i stopped on the tracks and stared at the stranger with a startled expression. right when the warmth left, the motor neurons in my body followed immediately after.

i panicked, not knowing what to do. my body not didn’t want to move. but i think what made me more unsettling was the fact that the stranger didn’t move either. even though the look in my eyes were begging for help.

moments passed, my heartbeart slowed but my mind continued to race with the most unpleasant, forbidden thoughts. knowing exactly where this was going to end, i blatantly stood there. i closed my eyes, listening to wheels of the train riding against the tracks grow from a trickle to a roar. but opened them to see the light shattered on the groud and the stranger reaching out for my hand.

[blog update]

hi there! this is yet again another update post, i bet you’re getting tired of them and i’m sorry. but it’ll be the last one in a while, hopefully. idek if anyone who reads this will actually care but i do need to get things off my chest. i’m making this sound a lot sadder that it actually is, but there is good in it, i promise. you can even skip to the bottom in bold if you really want!

so the past few sleepless nights that i’ve just laid in bed, i’ve soaked up a lot, including all the input that you guys have given me. to all the people that have reached out and given me feedback, thank you so much! but before i announce the news that you’re probably all here for, i would like to express my feelings and thoughts that i think have been bottled up.

world sucks and i want to set everything on fire obviously there’s been a lot going in the span of just a few days. without saying too much, all i will say is that it has taken a toll on me emotionally, more than i originally thought it did. every time a glimmer of hope is in my field of vision, it’s stomped on again by ginormous amounts of cow manure.

i’ve tried to word this in so many ways but the bottom line is: i’m just fucking tired. all the breakdowns i’ve had. the tears out of my eyes. the energy leaving my body. it’s the same feeling of them someone does smth so incredibly stupid that you have absolutely no words to say and you just let them be bc you feel like you already can’t do anything to stop them. but on a so much greater scale. and you feel like you’re just stuck there.

on a very personal note, it also sucks ass coming back on this blog after a long break from kpop. start writing my own content. meeting all you guys. but then having unfavorable events take place and go stumble on a rocky downhill, not knowing when it will never end. you can call me dramatic but it literally felt like someone came knocking on my door just to hit me in the face with a baseball bat ._.

but i was reminded of smth last night: i know one thing for sure. while i was watching svt vids with my lil sister, a smile never left my face. it was 3am and both us filled the living room with so much laughter and admiration. i love svt with my entire chest heart. there is no way in hell that i condone to their recent behaviors (and pledis’ for that matter as well). but like how so many others have stated, svt is a group of kindhearted, respectful, and humble boys no matter what circumstance. and i stand by that.

which brings me to the actual point of discussion: i will gradually start posting my svt writing/works as soon as maybe tmr or wed pst. they’ll probably be in spirts bc i have to get back in the rhythm of writing again, esp for my current series but they will be posted dw! i will try to pry away from writing about wonwoo, seokmin, and vernon for now. moments in july isn’t really a specific member centric fic anyway,,, at least not yet 👀 not saying i won’t ever write for them again, i just think it might be best for everyone’s comfort!

IF YOU HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO IDEA WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT PLEASE REFER TO THIS POST AND DO ME A FAVOR AND CONTINUE TO REMIND PLEDIS THAT THEY CAN EAT COW SHIT FOR THE REST OF THEIR DYING DAYS UNTIL THEY TREAT SVT RIGHT. you can even submit/send me pledis memes so i can email/twt them out myself. highly encouraged.

ight i think that’s about it.

thank you guys for your love and patience!! my ask box and dms are always open for anyone that needs to talk!♥️

[lunar-lair]

Uh,,ok so like,,,,,,,I had this? Idea? And I just wanted to know what people thought of it before I actually wrote it, so uh. Yeah

(Sidenote, this is basically an outline/bulletfic? Like it's Mostly fleshed out in terms of concept but that doesn't mean it's a full Fic yknow? I plan on...hopefully, eventually...writing this Fully. I just wanted to get input on just how off base my characterization is and shit...hehe. Also my excuse for any weird writing is that I wrote this in the bath and I was trying to go Fast so my water wouldn't get cold. Anyways notes over bye)

Named 'Cleaved Apart, Cleaved Together': abt The Split and how the two were separated (physically AND emotionally) and then how they bond again after Remus is accepted and the boys like,,,,,,accept each other as Bros again

At first I was thinking No Fusion but also like,,,I really like the idea of them fusing again on accident when they're really super happy or in sync

So after a Lot of bonding-chilling in the Imagination, just fucking around with each other, and even talking thru shit together-they finally manage it.

They were just in the common room with all the other sides, maybe setting up for a movie night or something?

They came rushing down the stairs, talking frantically together about a new idea they had while pushing each other lightly with every silly tease and making jokes about old shenanigans that only they could really understand

(Patton and Janus could remember days before The Split, when the two were one.

Janus could still remember them shouting not to be seperated.

Patton still hated the fact that it was basically his decision to keep them apart.

Thank the Lord they were close again.)

The two finally stepped into their usual spot in front of the tv, chatting with each other and the others

Eventually, they ended up talking about some stuff they'd made together. Some plans they'd been making together. They finally told a joke at the same time that got them falling over each other laughing,

And then it happened.

There was a flash of light and then-and then-

It wasn't King. It wasn't Creativity, the original.

But it was them.

Patton and Janus only sat there, teary eyed with dropped jaws, and Virgil and Logan began questioning what the FUCK was up, how are two sides fusing-?

And Roman and Remus sat there, tearing up before laughing a moment. 

"Roman."

"Remus."

Two almost-different voices right after one another, happier than any of them had ever heard them.

"We need to talk about this separately though, hm?" Roman, with a laugh.

"Yeah."

Another flash and he was gone, replaced by the brothers again who shook their heads, in a bit of disarray.

"Was that ok?" They asked at the same time, staring at each other.

"We don't have to be him anymore...I mean, we're our own people now Remus."

"Yeah, but that was FUN!" Remus replied, throwing his arms around Roman.

Roman laughed. "Then maybe every now and then?"

And Remus just laughed back. "Why the Hell not!"

They finally turned at the sound of a sniffle.

Janus was crying, and Patton wasn't really much better. Logan and Virgil seemed bewildered, though Logan a little less so.

"Janus? Patton? I understand you remember original Creativity more vividly than we do, but I do not understand what elicited sadness. Are you alright?"

Janus gave a watery laugh, wiping away some tears. "God, I couldn't be better."

Remus and Roman stopped, their smiles finally dropping. Roman reached forward, arm just a few inches in front of Janus. "Did we...do something wrong?"

Janus smiled again and shook his head, tugging on Roman's arm. "Come here you dork."

Patton pulled Remus in along with them and they all ended up in a little cuddle pile, Logan and Virgil joining in too, on the outside, bc Bitch, We're Worried Too.

Remus looked up at them, just Confused. "Then what's up??"

Janus and Patton's smiles dimmed a bit, and Janus began with a sad smile; "It's...simply a long story."

"That long story short, though, uh…" Patton continued, rubbing a hand on his neck nervously. "Wellll...the Split was really scary…"

Janus chuckled. "Exactly. Imagine the friend you've known since you were born splitting into two all of a sudden with ear-ringing screams to match."

"And then, after that…"

"You...decided to split those sides of him...just because one wasn't as perfect as the other."

Patton looked down and held Remus a little tighter. "...that was...mostly my decision."

Janus gave him a Look that simply meant 'we've talked abt that Way too much dude' and moved on. "But either way...it was...well…"

"Neither of you remember it, but...you...didn't want to be split."

Janus smiled again, sweet as honey. "And even after all we did...you two still managed to stick together."

"And even if the person you make now wasn't who he used to be-and it shouldn't be, really-it was like…"

"...seeing two...old friends you used to know meeting again."

"Or seeing two pieces of a whole come together again to make something even more than what they started with."

Janus teared up a little again, gripping them a little tighter. "It's so great to see you two whole again."

Remus and Roman had memory upon memory of feeling...empty. Like there was a piece missing of them. Like nothing they made was quite right. And since they had started to bridge their gap, they'd finally felt that emptiness filling up.

Janus and Patton could remember so, so many times where the two of them had missed their brother, where they told them something wasn't right-especially in the beginning.

Even Logan had memories of trying to figure it out with Roman.

Virgil remembered plenty of days where Remus just seemed off, but couldn't explain what was wrong, and...no matter how little Virgil understood, he would sit with him and try to ward it off anyways.

Remus and Roman laughed, eyes teary, and locked hands between them all.

"Yeah.

We're glad too."

And now for my myriad of Notes:

I was actually thinking of just some kind of melding shit for the fusion bc I thought it would be Cool but then I realized it was Thomas' brain so it'd probably look like the shit from SU. Big F :///

Sorry for any inconsistencies, I was giving .2 shits at the time and also In The Tub, so

Me, a bitch who has siblings but isn't very close to them emotionally: *shaking my phone wildly* hoW THE FU CK DO I WRITE BRO THERS INTERACTING S O F T L Y-

I'm Certainly planning on more stuff coming from Virgil and Logan, we can't leave them out

I'm Aware that 80% of this isn't canon, but,,,,last I checked we didn't really care here? So??

For the scene after Roman and Remus defuse, I'm honestly thinking more of smth where the two go to one of their rooms and talk it out and THEN go back to the commons to check on The Boys and o h sh it why are Janus and Patton crying-

Answer: they thought they'd fucked everything up for them but they didN'T! FUCK YEA!!!

Idk how to explain,,,Why they're emotional abt this actually

Like...idk. Um...they both care for both of them and didn't want them to be separated Permanently bc they Knew they didn't feel right w/out each other?

Ok that works

Anyways but uh

Then Logan and Virgil get to ask some questions and THEN we get to the part where Janus and Patton explain why they are In Tears

Also Logan wasn't as old as Pat and Jan when Creativity split, so he doesn't really...remember it

Virgil was probably Very New tbh

The opening scene is ABSO LUT ELY going to Extremely metaphorical and sad and like 'two pieces of a whole cleaved apart' yknow

Gotta make angst to make that fluff!!

Also don't ask me why Janus falls apart Even Harder than Patton does here man, I think he's just On The Mind and I'll make our dad friend more emotional in Post, I Promise

Also pls hmu if the shit I've managed to put here so far is So Out There it's Impossible, I've written Janus one (1) time and I have written Remus zero (0) times ok

Also Remus and Roman don't...really remember much of the split. They remember feeling whole and then empty and whole again, and they have some of OG Creativity's memories, but the Split and moments following are...Foggy. Rightfully so, aswell, tbh.

Also how I imagine it going is like,,,,the boys are split, they hang out for a bit, and then they're taken by their respective Parent(ish) and are taught Entirely Differently and therefore grow to dislike each other!!!!!!!

patton has oh so much to regret.

They could've been Brothers...

Oh my God they could've been Br ot her s...............

Patton and Janus at 3 am crying over the fact they separated the boys at the Split be like:

Anyways!! My whole point is that Hopefully any problems will be Fixed when I actually write it but I just wanted to get the concept out there and uh,,,,,,yeah

Anyways uh *shuts my door* yea that's that,,,thanks for coming to my ramblings ig

(I'm so sorry I can't put a read more, I'm on mobile,,,)

[btsandvmin]

Collection of asks 2 - BTSandVMIN

I had to make a second one because the length of the first one was getting way too long. If you are curious about some of my older asks here is the link to my first collection post - Collection of asks - BTSandVMIN

I have this post because I feel some of the asks I answer are worth saving, for me personally, and perhaps for you as well. But I don’t want to put them all in my Masterpost where I want to keep it a bit more structured for my longer posts and analysis. So for asks that are more about answering specific questions or about general things or my feelings I will put them here.

Asks are written more in the moment than my usual posts, so they might be less accurate as it’s all mostly from the top of my head. The newest ones will actually be on top, and then they will get older going down the list. I’ll update it regularly as I answer more asks. :)

Look at jhope's interaction with maknae line

Sorry for spamming with asks

You're so right about how any ship can be possible if you focus on it

I reject any idea of a couple being pushed to protect another 

What do you think of vmin’s busan forehead kiss?

About tae changing the choreo of fake love

What do you think of that famous ji/kook trip together ?

"Friends" doesn't speak about a friendship to me and the title seems like a way to "hide" the true meaning. Thoughts?

I honestly do feel his "best" friend is only ever needed when it's convenient to him

When j/k wore matching shirts asked them something like are u guys dating Its so differnt from his rn to vmin

Looking at th and jm for what they are or represented to be their bond shouldn't be taken at face value. Just reminding that jealousy amongst bandmates do exist

Jimin kissed tae on the pretext of kissing tanny. tae blanked out for a few secs after that

Jin in Jimins Festa profile this yr called Tae his "Bf" and then the next word is "best friend"

I dont think vmin or any other ship in bts for that matter are in any form of relationship right now.

Kind of agree with vmin not spending much time together outside of work & things they do/say barely even give off that "possibly a couple" vibe in general

IF feelings are involved, who do you think fell first and why? 

You already said that you ship them, but do you think that they're real?

I found it kinda weird how jimin apparently "didn't know" 4 o'clock was inspired by him

Have u seen that one radio interview in the past Th openly called out jm for liking men? 

We never see them hangout tgt I mean we have seen ji/kook tgt more often and tae with his wooga squad

What did you think about jimin playing the video game using tae's acc while the latter looked from behind?

When tae posted 'lets keep going for a long time i only have u' they probably only knew e/o for about 2 yrs and now we also know that at that time they still argued and fought with e/o alot. Yet they felt so strongly for their frienship.

What are your thoughts about tae choosing " my time " to recommend it to a non army.

If we look at their personalities tae is more of introverted and shy these days while jimin is more outgoing and loud. But when it comes the them jimin is always the one who seems cautious

Is it my imagination or is Jimin VERY loud lately? I feel like the roles have somehow been reversed.

The timeline of the dumpling incident really confuses me. 

Why do i feel like vmin dont hangout outside of work anymore

Just read your ji/kook vs vmin post regarding festa and I agree. you can tell that jm gets very serious when it comes to tae

A possible sexual relationship between Jimin and Tae. I've seen subtle hints where this might be happening behind the scenes like the recent bang bang con

Whenever joon says stuff like 'what a nice friendship/bcoz he is your friend' vmin have a very neutral or blank face

When do you think their friendship turned into something more?

Did u see how tae coloured jimin's name on the soft board with purple. 

Jimin recently in this festa says jk is his soul brother

Nj nearly always tries to underplay vmin's bond.

Sweet Night: “Sharing my fragile truth That I still hope the door is open Door' 

I feel like jimin was reluctant to talk about the dumpling incident probably bcoz it involves him getting drunk?

Your opinion on the whole "that's smth a couple would do" "you two look like a couple" for ji/kook vs "it's cause he's your friend "

What ur opinion is on the new kdrama that is based on homosexuality. 

Tae has many a times mentioned wanting to have kids or wanting to be father.

Taehyung has always talked about having a family, children and wife etc. 

I personally feel the maknae line in general have been advised not to do lives alone tgt bcoz of the intense shipping

I spend hours reading your posts and I could never get tired of it

I have a doubt about vmin  recently V is so close to JK it seems like V avoiding jimin

Taehyung talked about the movie Call Me by Your Name and its soundtrack

I honestly like how unpopular vmin are.

Let's say JM and TH have other partners - do you think said partners would be okay with a whole song of vmin declaring each other as soulmates? 

In the end there is no moment that is unique to a ship. do you agree?

Some vlives are arranged by the company and sometimes members themselves when the find free time they go live. 

What was the point of making a decision tght to come on vlive tgh infront of the fan to then not do it?

It cant be the company stopping v and jm from doing a live can it? 

Do you the think the reason vmin dont do vlive is because taehyung's feelings are one sided?

Theory on a possible reason on why vmin has not gone to do a vlive on their own for so long?

On bon voyage 3 j hope mentions how v and jk were hugging each other in their sleep.

Ji/kook is obvious (ear nibble) and Tae reacting blank to Vmin moments

But why they dont have funny bro handshake like v/kook?

You are so delusional like seriously how do you function in real life

You know how vmin called eo soulmates. The term can also be taken in a platonic way too right

If there’s a real ship in bts, can you give me your opinion on who?

Tae kissing jimin's cheek after they won an award in some music show (About ship edits)

I think vmin is real. Can you do a Sweet night analysis because in my opion the song dosen't match with the drama

Why are you a Vmin shipper if you don't think Jimin is gay or at least bisexual? 

I don't blame V and Jimin for not doing Vlive together

You know that blurry picture of vmin in 2014?

Tae and jk seem like the members who are most non straight to u and also that jimin might be straight so then isnt it more possible for t**k***k to be the couple?

Do you think that vmin are straight?

Can you tell me what makes you think jk is not straight

Ppl connect sweet night and 4 o' clock with vmin After tae's live yesterday n i m also seeing some ppl being offended by it.

Why do I sense that Tae has more of crush on Jimin (and realized it) but Jimi is oblivious?

Will you still publish that long vmin and lgbt in korea analysis.

Even namjoon said they should go live to discuss about their song.

I dont really consider minjoon vlive as one they did themselves. it was mostly organised by the company

Maknae line avoid vlives and  its really weird that jimi would do it with rm but not tae

Shouldnt it be easy for them to go live tght than anyone else?

Tae is very reluctant or scared to do a vlive with jimin

In the past month when vmin did mention about the song they just made superficial comments

Hi 💙 do you write vmin fics?

I also feel that jm is nervous to talk about the song even though he said he will in the comeback show

If jimin doesn't go live today as well maybe we can get a vmin live?

Vmin antis say vmin are not friends irl and use the fact that they are never spotted hanging out offscreen as "proof"

Will you do a Vmin throwback - 2019?

Can we even be considered delulu anymore for thinking not all of this is a coincidence?

Sweet night doesn't really fit the couple relationship in the drama

What do you mean when you say 'not being delulu'?

I dont know why after listening to sweet night i feel very nervous?

Maybe the lyrics to SN are very well just about the drama/webtoon.

Do you think the songs lie and stigma are related ? 

Namjoon talking about Friends 2 - Making excuses

Namjoon talking about Friends 1 - Can’t write about them

About the “Hello my alien” line in Friends

Do you think they gone do fansing this period of promoting?

Jm said when he wants to make and gift a song if he finds someone he loves and he actually helped write n produce the melody of chingu

Omg Ive been crying over the vmin song lyrics ever since they came out.

Thoughts about the song and what you took out of it

Its not a light hearted thing to call each other soulmate

This kind of debunks the christmas song theory… i feel sad like they are commercialising their friendship

Jimin is partly involved in the making and it will be about Jimin and Tae’s bond

I fear that vmin will become the next larry 

Chrismats song, smile awards. Arent those awards previously decided and even the words written for them by the company?

I was wondering if you're going to write something about bv4 and all the vmin we got there

Do you think that vmin say they love each other truly or for fan service?

Recently i watched a vkook video to compare

Do you know how exactly vmin met?

Whenever I do get the chance to focus on Vmin it’s usully one of three things

At the airport Tae had his arm around Jimin's shoulder but removed it quickly when they arrived in front of the cameras.

I don’t care if people don’t ship Vmin romantically. But with Vmin doing things like this you can’t really blame us if we do.

I got a looooot of asks on the Christmas song and I will adress the ones I have left all in one go

The reaction in bv was probably cause he wants to visits there and jm got there first

Vmin talked about tannie and how they went to visit tannie at tae's parents house

Just do it how you feel comfortable, we are waiting for your analysis

What video is the gif you post with this : Jimin and V talking about going to the Sapporo snow festival and playing in the snow together 

This break was an opportunity for them to be around other friends and family so maybe they just wanted to spend this time apart

Do you really think vm are soulmates? Sometimes i feel like we might be over using this word for them 

Once again thank you for all the asks you send! And also sorry for not being able to keep up and answer them all. I’ll try to answer some old ones as well whenever I can, and I will keep adding some of them to this list. I hope you found something interesting. Thanks for reading!

[loloisafangirl]

hey uh kind of a weird question but im a new blog and im just trying to figure some stuff out. anyway i wanted to ask when u started ur blog and how long it took u to get where u r now. congrats on everything btw! i love ur stuff!!!!!!

Hey!!!! Of course!!

I started my blog a year and a half ago ish, just a few weeks (or months, it’s kinda blurry) before I started my first fanfic. It’s always been greek mythology but I was a little more into the pjo side back then lol. So yee, it’s taken about a year and a half to get here, so it’s not exactly a steep incline to success hahaha. (But btw thank u for 2500!). And this doesn’t really relate completely to ur question, but a few people have asked me for some tips and stuff so I’ll use this oppurtunity to share them haha:

-pick a profile pic and username and stick to it! If you feel the need to change them, always make sure one stays the same for a few weeks until everyone knows it’s you and then you can make the full change. If you’re trying to get big, specifically on a certain tag, you need to make sure the people that frequent that tag recognize you, and keeping the same profile pic and username is the best strategy for that. I’d say that keeping ur username is more important than ur profile pic, though

-use tags. Lotsssss of tags. Tbh as long as it applies, I’ll use it. Whenever I make chat posts I almost always have the gods from classical myths in mind and I consider myself a classical Greek myth blog (obviously not a serious one lol), but if I find it can match pjo’s interpretation I’ll tag that and same for lore Olympus. Obviously, if the post shows Apollo in a good light, I’m not going to tag lore Olympus. For some people that isn’t really their style, but tbh I don’t think me liking pjo and lore Olympus takes away from my knowledge of actual Greek myth so it doesn’t bother me. This can be applied for poetry blogs (i.g “writing” “authors” and other tags that are typically just used for novel-style writing) and a whole lot of others.

-this has many exceptions, but limit your reblogs. Especially posts that don’t have anything to do with your blog. Like if I go onto your blog thinking it’s greek mythology and every other post is political or from some other ‘fandom’ (is Greek mythology a fandom???? I guess if we separate it from the religious part??? I mean we act like one but it’s still weird to call it that hdjdjd) I’m prolly not going to follow you. And that’s not just reblogs I suppose: stick to your theme, even if it’s original content.

-be nice!!!!!! I mean obviously getting big shouldn’t be the only reason you’re being nice lol, but unless the whole point of ur blog is being edgy people are gonna take one look at you being rude to an anon and turn away. Also, just don’t be mean in general we learned this in first grade people

-don’t be afraid to mix up ur content!! Some ppl don’t know this, but a lot of my earlier content was shit like “modern day Greek gods” “Greek gods as people” and all that poetic aesthetic shit and some of those are my biggest posts so yee

-unless ur a political blog, I don’t wanna see political shit. periodt

-don’t follow any of this advice tbh I’m stoopid

-be you!!!!!!! ew that sounds like some basic white girl shit but I am, in fact, a basic white girl so. There have been a lot of times where I’ll post something and someone doesn’t agree with it, and while I’ll always take their opinion into consideration, if I truly like that idea or that post I’m going to keep it/keep doing it. (Unless obviously I accidentally said smth offensive). I find a lot of times more classical blogs get pissed under my hades/Persephone posts and I’m just like homie. you want me to ship hades and poseidon???? Cuz that’s my next option shut ur trap

-my stomach hurts :(((

-if ur under 18, don’t say ur age. I have learned my lesson some of y’all need Jesus god bles

-don’t be afraid to ask questions!!!!!! Not only does this get you Educated™️, but people will know you! I have annoyed so many ppl with questions it’s become a hobby of mine. My go to is @clasassist, but if you’re also a Greek mythology blog then some other good ones are @my-name-is-apollo @ellakay69 @not-so-nerdyy and prolly a lot of other ones I’m forgetting.

So yeah!!! I hope some of this helps!! And thank you btw, good luck!!!!!

(And also sorry for ranting bdjdjdjf)

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If you're accepting fandom questions could we have some elaboration about those mgs jupiter family alaskan daydreams please? Also your amazing TEW art got me into the series so thanks, I'm liking it a lot!!

first of all, i’m so deeply honored that my art could get you into a game, and also : god i’m fucking sorry lol

second of all

oh god oh fuck alaskan daydreams time

okay so long /, the read mores don’t work, you’re gonna have to bear with it

so tldr i have… EXTENSIVE imaginated stories about dave, hal and sunny living in a little remote cabin in alaska. 

BACKSTORY 

i’d imagine it’d come somewhere post-mgs2 even though sunny is already a bit grown so maybe like just disregard canon OR imagine a different timeline i don’t know, and it’s from a place where hal and dave don’t have anything to do after the mgs2 incidents (so no mgs4 and love of god NO accelerated aging i can’t deal with this), and there is this atmosphere of… “we’ve been sticking together for so long, i can’t see ourselves just parting ways (plus we have a kid to raise and i can’t imagine raising her alone) so how about we make the rest of our lives together” and dave is just like… “hey, we’ve been running all across the country, jumping from shitty motel to shitty motel to shittier apartments, and i have this cabin i once lived in, how about we just all move into it and re-inhabit it” and that’s just how it starts. 

THE CABIN

it’s a cabin i have extensively thought about (because i’m obsessed with cabins and being a hermit, so that helps). it’d be near the shore of the Twin Lakes, Alaska (taken from the canon fact that this is where snake lived pre-MGS1), so they’d live off-the-grid and in almost-self-sufficiency (they become more and more self-sufficient as time goes on and they make more adjustments to the cabin). 

i imagine it would look similar to Proenneke’s cabin (which incidentally is also near Twin Lakes), maybe on the other shore, all wood with a vegetation/moss roof + a slight porch/elevation to protect the entrance from a bit of the snow. it’d be surrounded by wooden little dog kennels/crates for the huskies (more on that later) similar to the ones in [this video] around the 0:59 min mark (warning for animal death/general stuff that goes on in a trapper’s lifestyle for the vid).

it here’s a floor plan of the cabin, not to proportions because i’m just shit at it :

(good luck reading that)

not pictured : when sunny was smaller (before the addition), her bed was like a little shelf just above the big bed (that hal and dave share) with little like “walls” so she doesn’t fall and a thick mattress, which was discarded when she got her new room.

later would be added an outdoor kitchen and a chicken coop (more on that…….. later)

EATING THERE

as i said, they’d first be living in semi-dependency : every ¾ weeks they’d have to go to Port Alsworth/Anchorage or somewhere else to stock tf up. Snake would fish (you can fish for subsistence if you’ve been living in Alaska for over a year according to law) and hunt (seems to be the same type of law when hunting for food, YES i’ve researched this, leave me alone) for food. As he has done odd jobs to afford his cabin, I imagine he’d have done crabbing, and would show up to help on crabbing boats from time to time to get some of them crabs.

later, I imagine they would get 4 rescue hens to get some of them fresh eggs. snake would build a chicken scoop from forest wood. 1 of the hens wouldn’t be able to make eggs because she was traumatized from the industry but they still took her in because she was close friends with the other hens and they didn’t want to separate them. 

I imagine Snake had been growing his own herbs in the kitchen but maybe they’d get a greenhouse ready.

they’d go foraging for berries, fruits and mushrooms according to the seasons and make a SHITTON of jams and preserves.

LIVING THERE

i imagine there would be a lot of solidarity with the surrounding populations. for exemple, Hal would help set up and manage online dictionaries for Iñupiat, Yup'ik or Alutiiq languages with the local communities, maybe help wire up some schools, things like that, and as thanks some people would go check on them and give em veggies or something.

THE DOGS :

Snake is getting them.

since we don’t know what happened to his huskies around mgs1, i suppose/guess they were at some time confiscated from him, so first, he’s get a lovely husky female from a shelter (i also have long thought about how he’d never go to a breeder and only adopt, because the whole “creature created with a man’s ideal in mind” hits a bit too close for him you feel) that would later be revealed as pregnant with like 5 puppies (it will come back later as relevant as promise). Then he’d do his best to regain contact with his huskies, maybe setting up a call on social media (THIS WILL BE PART OF A BRAIN ROTTING DEGENERACY I WILL EXPAND ON IN A MINUTE) to find them again. i imagined he would get to see one of his old huskies, who has well aged, who was adopted by some nice nice people. then said nice people, after his visit, insisting on him getting his husky back because “since you left she hasn’t been herself, she refused to eat. we think she misses you too much. we love her tons and it breaks our heart to let her go, but we think she would be so much happier by your side” type of deal, i’m fucking crying just thinking about it.

of course, once his team is back in shape, he’s run the Iditarod again. Hed keep contact with hal over walkietalkie during the race. hal would jump in his arms when he crosses the finish line, the pic would circulate in the news. it’d be cute i’m saying.

THE HENS :

as I said, adopted, in a little scoop snake built himself. they give eggs. sometimes they let them roam free and they bully hal when he peels vegetables (i’ve drawn smth about this). sunny feeds them in the mornings. things are good.

MORNING ROUTINE :

Snake wakes up around 5AM because he don’t need no sleep and goes to his huskies. feeds them. then make them run. when he gets back around 8 to 8:30, hal is still asleep. snake makes breakfast. the scents wake hal up. things are good.

SUNNY?

Sunny is taught by snake how to chop wood. he makes a tiny axe for her tiny hands. he and hal teach her how to swim in the Twin Lakes. the waters cold but she grows immune to it, strong and stronger. she learns how to differenciate which mushrooms and berries are edible.

they try to send her to school but she’s WAY too advanced and is bored to death. she stays at home. she’s outside all day or she learns astrophysics with Hal, who’s taking online classes in his free time. she learns some Athabaskan languages at a community class once in a while, she makes some friends.

HOW’S THE WEATHER

They go on hikes a lot. Often, and long ones. At first, sunny is in a little baby back carrier (i have drawn about this), then she walks just right. Alaska has gorgeous national parks, they explore them, year after year. They arrive in a town, exhausted and beat, they find a hotel room. It has a bathtub and warm water. Hal is OVERJOYED.

in the earliest hints of spring, snake takes them to Fairbanks through the beautiful alaskan railroad. they see the most beautiful and powerful of northern lights during the full season. hal and sunny can’t tear their eyes from the skies.

THIS IS WHERE I GO CRAZY GO STUPID.

ok…. so bear with me.

i mentioned an internet/social media presence.

it’s because in a deviation of this daydream, snake has a little youtube channel (and an instagram to go with it).

it’s not much. it’s really not, but hal has a few cameras and more that he finds and fixes.

it’s mostly lowkey, chill vlogs. stuff like 

“slow alaskan winter day (no talking)” 

“sprintime berry picking ( + jams recipes!)”

“alaskan summer outdoor fire cookout ( + wild moose and caribou near the lake)”

“denali national park hike (day 1)”

stuff that like you know. as well as some more…

“i ran the iditarod (and won)”

“we got hens (building a chicken scoop, meeting the rescue hens and more)”

“musher’s morning routine (i’d recommend you didn’t try this at home if you are not the genetically engineered clone of a super-soldier, for your sake)”

and as you guessed…

“so our rescue husky was pregnant… (i’m an idiot who didn’t notice, trip to the vet, building a whelping pen, whelping, bottlefeeding tiny pup + all the puppies’ pictures!)”

where dave would teach hal how to bottlefeed a puppy and you’d be able to hear hal’s “oh god oh god oh god oh god”s from out of frame as the camera focuses on dave’s hands holding his to have him perfectly cup the puppy in his palm and carry the bottle. this type of deal.

then follow-up videos of the puppies climbing the bed where hal is, playing on his gameboy. he chuckles nervously and then heartily when a puppy licks his face.

some winter days, the videos have snake bringing all the huskies in the small cabin. some of them sit calmly on the wide bed where hal studies his astrophysics.

and an instagram with wilderness pictures… all except a few taken by hal. some of snake posing in front of the snowed in cabin. some of warm drinks made on winter days. you know the deal.

and they’d have such a nice… positive… lowkey and easy-going comment section. dave would reply to a lot of them. 

he’d get quite a share of “hey man, i love your vids so much, thank you for posting this content. i was wondering, sorry if it’s a bit too personal, are you and your roommate dating? you two seem very close, but i don’t want to assume anything 😅 absolutely love your content either way, you’re the only youtuber i have notifs on” to which he’d reply “thank you so much, really appreciate it. and we’re not, we’ve just known each other for a long, long time. we’re aware two straight guys raising a child and living together isolated makes for a bit of confusion, but it’s totally platonic between us. thanks for sticking around.” but one day he uploads a vid that’s like 

“crabbing in juneau ! + life update (please read description)”

and the desc + the first 20 seconds of the vid is a text superimposed over embarassing pictures of hal and it reads “hey all / quick personal update, i’ll make it quick / otacon and i realized we loved each other / (as more than friends that is) / so if we seem just a bit closer in the videos from now on this is why / no idea how this is going to turn out for up / but yeah. if he seems a bit more affectionate it’s because we’re dating now, or something like that / and to everyone whom i told ‘it’s just strictly platonic between us’:  / well. ha ha. whoops. / anyway thank you for reading / enjoy the video” and all the comments would be like “that’s so dope i’m so happy for you” and other “tbf we saw that coming” and snake would smash that like button on these comments.

and he’d have a video of the whole iditarod race as taken from a camera on his jacket/on his sled… and he’d have videos of him filming hal film the landscape through the window of the train during their trip to fairbanks… and of hal and sunny in said train sharing a tangerine… and of him building a little axe for sunny…. and he’d always ask her if she is okay with being on camera, and when she’d say no he’d make sure she doesn’t appear on here or add a cute husky sticker on her face so she’s not seen.

just lowkey. chill. upbeat. simple life moments. he’d disappear off the internet for a month because he’s just enjoying the life and when he’d come back everyone would be very understanding and glad to see some cool pictures or vids. you know? just chilling. just chilling. just living.

one day before a “hiking through lake clark national park” he has the same little life update thing and it goes “hey / so otacon and i got married / sunny and aksinya [rescued pregant husky] were our flower girls / otacon cried / i cried / anyway, enjoy the video” over pictures of the tiny alaskan wedding. and it’s well.