#sorry i jist see it happen a lot

[bigb-enthusiast]

People who are talking about bigb having the wrong texture pack for the task may be right but i think they should shut up and let people have fun… im people who wanna have fun.. let bigb gave this one thing that yeah may be a mistake but its still fun to make stuff for him considering all the other evo members have Something going on…..

Grian, pearl, and martyn all won seasons! Jimmy has his own curse! I think even tho its a mistake bigb should be cryptic and have cursed task. Be the secret keepers special guy. You know.

Edit: i should clarify im just teasing, mostly

[writingwithfolklore]

Writing Fictional News

              Eee this is one of my biggest pet peeves in movies, games, stories, anything… As someone who reads and edits a lot of news articles for my job, I can tell soo instantly when fictional news articles or broadcasts were written by someone who has never written news before. I’m constantly saying, “hmm, they’d never publish that.”

              So here’s what you gotta know about writing (fictional) news stories.

1. They’re to the point… but not like that

This is the biggest thing I see in fiction that has news in it. People tend to write headlines that have the worst, gory details. For example,

“Student Sadie Walker murdered by 50 stabbings last night.”

While dramatic (and informative), I don’t see this as a news headline. The same situation (Sorry Sadie) may actually be reported as,

“Young woman passed away after involvement in stabbing late last night.”

              While news articles are to the point and informative, remember that they’re written for the general public. We often don’t get the super gory details (at least, not in the headline).

2. They have a pretty specific voice

While most journalism is meant to be free of bias, news is the most importantly objective. This tends to result in articles written in a more formal tone. They also follow a structure: the most specific details to the most general.

              Imagine you’re writing a piece that you’re expecting the reader to drop out at any moment. The headline is the attention grabber so your first line has the most important details of the story, so that someone can read it and know the jist.

Following our example, the first paragraph might be,

“Last night in June County a young woman was found unconscious, having suffered severe injuries. The woman was identified as Sadie Walker, a 21-year-old student attending June County University nearby. According to police reports, Walker had been walking between campus and the student dorms around midnight when she was struck and stabbed 30-50 times in the chest and back. Walker was found by a peer returning home an estimated hour after the attack and taken straight to Red Mill General hospital, where she passed away shortly after. The perpetrator is still unknown at this time.”

       Remember the 5 W’s and 1 H. Your first few lines should inform the reader of Who, What happened, Where did it happen, When did it happen, how it happened, and maybe why if you know—though since news is so timely, often the answer isn’t known right away.

3. Where the article is found in the news is telling

While a story like our example might make the front page of the paper (especially if nothing else is really going on in June County), only one story can make this top spot. Some papers are divided between the top and bottom of the page, known as “above the fold” and “below the fold”. It’s a bit more traditional format, but the ‘above the fold’ spot is the best one, because that’s the story people see when they’re passing by the newsstand, while ‘below the fold’ is another important story making the front page, but one would have to pick up the paper and unfold it to read it.

Not to mention all the stories found inside the paper. Consider how important your article is--not to your characters/plot, but to the general society your fictional newspaper is serving. Would your MC’s win at the local dog competition make the front page of big city news?

Any other news writers on here? What did I miss?

[bvidzsoo]

Love Me Like A Rockstar (7)

ー☆ Chapter 7: Figure It Out

Author: bvidzsoo

Pairing: Song Mingi x female reader

ー☆ Warning: cussing ー☆ Word count: 5.7k ー☆ Genre: university!au, enemies to lovers!au, rockstar!au ー☆ Rating: sfw ー☆ Summary: Love. You wanted none of it. You had already been heartbroken very badly once, you didn't wish to go through that ever again. But the Universe works in intricate ways and, somehow, you found yourself webbed up in a local rockstar's life, Song Mingi. He was everything you expected him to be, yet nothing like you imagined him he would be. What happens when you find mutual understanding and have heartful conversations? Will he be able to break down your walls? Will you be able to chase away his darkness?

A/N: Hey, lovelies! I'm back with another chapter, sorry for the longer wait, but I had to finish a veeery lengthy oneshot (you can check it out if you want, it's another Mingi one and it's part of my pirate series). I really liked this chapter, it isn't very charged with action, but I think we can finally see the progress in their relationship (or maybe it's just me haha). You know the jist, but please listen to this chapter's song Figure It Out before or while reading the chapter! Let me know your thoughts, and I hope you enjoy and have a nice rest of the week! <3

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『Nothing here to see

Just a kid like me

Trying to cut some teeth

Trying to figure it out』

            Mingi’s studio wasn’t so big compared to how it appeared from the outside. But it felt cozy and rather homey with a few polaroid photos stamped up on the wall above a small dark green couch, which had a dozen of colored pillows, and a yellow blanket thrown haphazardly on it. I slipped the straps of my backpack off my shoulders and placed it by the couch, clearing my throat, feeling a bit awkward as I disregarded my jacket, and placed it next to Mingi’s on the sofa. There was a small window, but blinds were covering it, and the lights were rather dim as I turned to face Mingi. He was grinning, hands gripped together in front of himself, and I raised an eyebrow at him.

“Well, what do you think?” He asked as he gestured around, and I chuckled, letting my eyes roam around for a second time. His desk was long and seemed rather organized, a few notebooks opened and pens littered around it. His whole setup took up a lot of space, but you still had enough to be able to write comfortably. He had yellow little notes scattered all around his wall in front of his desk, and for some reason I found that adorable. Mingi tended to be forgetful, it wasn’t a surprise that he’d have to jot down his thoughts quickly while working on his songs.

“It’s cool,” I muttered with a shrug, pushing my hands in the pockets of my jeans, “I’ve never been inside a studio before.”

“Glad to be your first.” My eyes narrowed at Mingi’s words, and judging based on the cheeky smile on his face, he knew what he was doing. I huffed and rolled my eyes, feeling a little weird being cooped up in a small space, alone with Mingi. We’ve never really been on our own before, despite texting and talking at university as well, I couldn’t help but feel a little bit awkward still. It’s like the feeling never truly went away, but maybe it was just me as Mingi seemed rather relaxed and nonchalant. I cleared my throat when Mingi didn’t say anything else, suddenly a question pressing on my tongue.

“Uh, have you had lunch today?” I asked as I shuffled on my two feet, Mingi’s eyebrows furrowing in an almost adorable manner. And as if on cue, his stomach growled loudly, making me chuckle as I shook my head at him, “I’ll take that as a no, then.”

“Yeah, I didn’t get the chance.” He sighed, pouting, “I kinda overlooked the date of the deadline and now I really can’t afford wasting any more time.”

“Then why would you drive me home? Isn’t that wasting your time?” I asked as I went to retrieve my bag. I had bought some butter croissants this morning that I never got to eat as I had a smaller stomachache, to which the cure was a good, warm, soup. If I ate these croissants, it would’ve only upset my stomach more.

“It’s raining.” As if that was reasoning enough, but I stayed silent as I unzipped my backpack and dug into it, looking for the plastic bag, “And to be fair, I kind of need a break. I feel like I’m slowly losing my mind.”

“I thought you didn’t have a mind.” I teased with a pointed look, making Mingi roll his eyes as I finally found the plastic bag and grabbed it out of my backpack before I lowered it back onto the floor, “Here, eat these.”

Mingi’s eyes widened in surprise and he seemed reluctant for a second, “Just take it, I won’t eat them and I’d rather you eat it then I throw it away later.”

“Aw,” Mingi cooed as he took a few steps to come closer, batting his eyelashes at me in a cringe worthy manner, “Did you buy this specifically for me?”

“I bought them for myself, did you not hear what I said?” I deadpanned, and whiskey my hand away when Mingi went to grab the plastic bag. He quirked an eyebrow and I gave him a long stare, slightly glaring, “I wouldn’t waste my little money on you, you’re not special.”

“In that case, I don’t want it.” Mingi’s face slipped into a neutral mask, and I gulped, suddenly regretting my words. Perhaps I was being too harsh with him when he was always rather nice to me. I cleared my throat and grabbed his hand, ignoring the warmness of it, and pressed the plastic bag into his palm.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean it like that.” I muttered and quickly released Mingi’s hand, looking off to the side as Mingi tried to fight off the smile on his face, looking rather pleased with himself.

“You’ve been making progress.” He grinned, as he opened the plastic bag and grabbed a butter croissant out of it. My eyebrows furrowed as I watched him take a big bite, smiling in bliss as he quickly chewed the food in his mouth, basically inhaling the pastry in mere seconds, making me rather amused.

“What are you talking about?”

“You recognize when you make a mistake, and you apologize for it.” Mingi said through a mouth full of croissant, and I grimaced at his antics. He wiped at his mouth with the back of his hand and balled up the plastic bag, aiming for the trash can which was next to the door, just a few feet away from it. He made a show of throwing it, only for it to land on the floor merely two steps away from us. I snorted in amusement as Mingi cleared his throat, flashing me a small embarrassed smile, “Anyways, I want to show you something.”

“Won’t you pick it up?” I raised an eyebrow as Mingi ignored my question and grabbed my right wrist, dragging me towards his desk, “And don’t get too used to my apologies. I know you’re only pretending to be mad at me, so I’ll stop being apologetic.”

“I’m not pretending,” Mingi huffed, throwing a quick glance at me as we reached his desk, and he reached for a chair pushed off to the side, “You have a special way with your words and you always manage to hurt my feelings somehow.”

“You’re just too sensitive.” I quickly snapped, defensive for no reason. Or maybe not for no reason, but because I knew he was right. I couldn’t help myself. I might’ve started growing more accustomed to having Mingi in my life, in a very friendship sort of way, but I still couldn’t help but have my doubts about him. I could never know. He was Yunho’s best friend after all, and whoever associated themselves with that man, wasn’t the best kind. And I know judging Mingi based on who he’s friends with is rather wrong, but it only felt right as of now. We didn’t know each other too well yet.

“I’ve been told so before,” Mingi gently pushed me in the chair he had fetched for me, pulling his own chair behind himself to take his seat, “Yunho always says despite my tough exterior I have a rather soft heart, easily harmed. Hence why I cried a lot as a child—”

“You were a crybaby?” I asked with a chuckle, watching Mingi amused as he huffed, leaning back in his chair, looking as if he regretted admitting that.

“Of course you’d make fun of me for that,” He rolled his eyes before he leaned forward, pulling his chair closer to the desk, grabbing his mouse, “But yes, I still cry.”

“A lot?” I teased, biting my lower lip when Mingi gave me a pointed stare.

“Says the one who looked like a kicked puppy abandoned by the curb when I found you at the restaurant.” Mingi muttered under his breath as he turned his computer on, clicking through various folders rather quickly. I scoffed and crossed my arms in front of my chest, narrowing my eyes at him.

“You didn’t find me there, we just happened to be at the same place.” I corrected him, “Much to my dismay.”

“Yeah, right,” Mingi scoffed, pulling up a file of various recordings on his computer screen, “if I remember correctly, you were rather grateful that I drove you home that night.”

“You kept insisting.” I pressed, giving Mingi a look when he turned his head to look at me.

“You must always have the last word, don’t you?” He raised an eyebrow, not looking too impressed, “Even through texts.”

『Nothing better to do

When I'm stuck on you

And still I'm in here

Trying to figure it out』

I just shrugged and remained silent, not admitting to his correct observation. Mingi just shook his head with a quiet tsk and then went and unplugged his headphones from the computer. He licked his lips and grabbed his glasses off the desk, pressing them up on his long nose, ruffling his black fluffy hair. He seemed to be a bit nervous as he swiveled his chair around to face me, interlacing his fingers in front of himself as he rested his arms on the armrests of the chair.

“So, uh, this isn’t finished yet,” Mingi spoke up, chuckling almost awkwardly, “it’s just a sample, still raw and shit. I started working on the track this week, but I’ve been writing the lyrics for a few weeks now. Found some inspiration for it quite recently, actually.”

“Why’s that?” I found myself asking curiously, glancing at the screen of his computer before looking back at him.

“Well, just…reasons.” Mingi was evasive as he averted his eyes, but I didn’t press the matter as he clearly looked like he didn’t want to talk about it. So, I just hummed and nodded my head in understanding, waiting patiently for him to speak up again.

“Anyways,” He cleared his throat and clapped his hands, turning back to face his computer, “you’ll be the first one to hear it. And don’t laugh, like I said, it’s far from being perfect.”

“I would never laugh, Mingi.” I said seriously as my eyebrows furrowed, making Mingi glance back at me. He studied my face for a second before he nodded once, ruffling his bangs quickly as he pressed start on the player. The song started out as a steady beat accompanied by the guitar playing softly, the melody rather comforting. It was a delicate way of easing you into the song, and as it flew naturally, Mingi’s voice suddenly made an appearance, his rasp not as noticeable as normally as his vocals were soft, completely in tune with the music and the beat.

“My head is haunting me, and my heart feels like a ghost/I need to feel something 'cause I'm still so far from home/Cross your heart and hope to die/Promise me you'll never leave my side.” I gulped as I leaned back in the chair, eyes fixated on the big screen of Mingi’s computer, soaking in the words, trying to be less aware of Mingi sitting next to me, trying to ignore my unsteady heartbeat.

“Show me what I can't see when the spark in my eyes is gone/You got me on my knees, I'm your one-man cult.” Mingi’s leg was bouncing up and down rapidly, his lower lip between his teeth as his eyes were fixed onto the screen of his computer, something suddenly dropping in the pit of my stomach as I took a glance at him from the corner of my eyes, “Cross my heart and hope to die/Promise you I'll never leave your side.”

I gulped as my fingers wrung together, lightly bobbing my head to the steady rhythm of the song, enjoying the instrumental as I drunk in Mingi’s words, his deep voice warm and pleasant to listen to, feeling goosebumps erupt on my arms, underneath my long sleeves.

“'Cause I'm telling you, you're all I need/I promise you, you're all I see.” I took a peek in Mingi’s direction as was slightly startled to find him watching me, his eyes trained on me intently. His eyebrows were very lightly furrowed as his right hand was fisted, and he sniffed loudly, holding eye contact as the next words flew smoothly against the melody, my cheeks suddenly flushed for no reason, “'Cause I'm telling you, you're all I need/I'll never leave.”

The melody was light, instrumental smooth as Mingi’s voice almost faded with the next words, that is until the drums kicked up and the beat became heavier, Mingi’s strong voice easily accompanying the instruments, rasp harsh as Mingi’s voice audibly shook with emotions poured into the song, “So, you can drag me through hell/If it meant I could hold your hand/I will follow you, 'cause I'm under your spell/And you can throw me to the flames/I will follow you, I will follow you.”

And just as I blinked, the music stopped as Mingi hit the pause button, clearing his throat loudly as he rubbed at his chin, averting his eyes as I noticed a deep flush on his face. He swiveled his chair a little towards the desk, angling his body away from mine, “Uh, like I said, it’s still raw, so it’s not that good. I recorded the first two verses like yesterday, and was playing around with the chorus before I noticed you…yeah.”

I couldn’t help but smile softly as I looked at his profile, meanwhile Mingi quickly closed the folders he had open, “Mingi, it’s…like, really good. I have no idea what standards music majors and your professors have, but to my painter ears this is…a masterpiece or something.”

Mingi froze for a second, eyes wide when he faced me again, “Really? You think so?”

“Of course!” I exclaimed with a huff, growing embarrassed as Mingi continued to look at me with a surprised expression on his face. Perhaps I really should stop teasing and playfully insulting him so much, what if he doesn’t believe my compliments when I’m being genuine?

“I’m glad.” Mingi suddenly muttered, a soft smile settling on his lips before he chuckled, turning his head away, “I’ve have to finish the chorus and then we can go, is that good with you?”

“Sure,” I smiled, grabbing my phone from my pocket as Mingi went and plucked the headphones back into the computer, throwing it around his neck, “Take your time.”

『Getting hard to sleep

Blood is in my dreams

Love is killing me

Trying to figure it out』

He hummed and then put on the headphones, clicking away on his computer as the music file opened again, and I could hear the soft melody quietly slither through the headphones. I found myself looking at Mingi a second too long before I snapped out of it, clearing my throat as I unlocked my phone and looked down at it, checking for any unread messages. As expected, there was nothing from my mother as she preferred calling even for the smallest things. From Seulgi there was also nothing as she was on a date with Wooyoung, probably too preoccupied by each other to pay attention to anything else around them. I could only hope they would finally make things official, their feelings way too obvious to be beating around the bush for any longer. They were rather cute, but also extremely annoying. I’d rather prefer Seulgi gush to me about Wooyoung as her boyfriend, than the guy she just has a massive crush on, repeating the same things over and over again, completely ignoring the advice I give her.

As there was nobody else I would be texting, other than Mingi, I clicked out of the app and absentmindedly opened Instagram, scrolling through my feed, sighing quietly. There was a light tapping sound coming from Mingi’s direction, and I looked up to see him hitting his pen against the table rhythmically, following the beat of the song, probably. There were a few new words jotted down in his notebook, the page looking like a mess of jumble to me, but probably to Mingi it was quite organized, and clear what he had scribbled down there. I looked back down at my phone, smiling as cute puppy videos popped up in my recommended, watching the video until the end before I left a like on it, scrolling past it. There were a few other posts from my acquittances from my uni classes, and I liked them all as I sighed, realizing a little get-away sounded rather nice now that I saw pictures of people traveling. I scrolled some more down, and froze for a second as Yunho’s familiar username popped up, three pictures posted one after another. There was one of two coffee cups placed on a small round table, with the view over the city in the background. The second picture was of the sunset, the sky purple and pink. And then the third one was of two intertwined hands, and I didn’t fail to notice the tag on the picture. It was probably that new girl, but I found myself not wanting to actually check, to actually confirm that it was her. I sighed, eyes lingering on the last photo, yet quickly realized, rather startled, that I didn’t feel as bitter about as I once used to. It didn’t make me react as badly like the first time I had seen his story with his new girlfriend, and my eyebrows furrowed as I ruminated on the feeling, taking my lower lip between my teeth. Yes, I still felt rather bitter about it, but it left me rather…cold? Unimpressed, maybe? Unphased, even? My eyebrows furrowed further more at the sudden confusion of my feelings, and I went to scroll again, when a username down at the comments caught my eyes.

minkiprncess: u never invite me out on coffee dates, im jealous

YuYu🌻: i thought u liked picnic dates more?

I quickly shut the app off and cleared my throat, finding my eyes glued to Mingi instantly. Seeing him talk like that to Yunho…was strange, but certainly not unexpected. They’ve been best friends since kindergarten. Their bond ran deep, and the way Yunho would often gush about Mingi, it only seemed right to see those words typed out by Mingi. But I still couldn’t quite wrap my mind around their friendship, and how it worked, since Mingi seemed to be…quite genuine as days went by. I hated to admit it, but he really wasn’t as bad as I had thought at first. Perhaps I was prejudiced, but it felt too soon to let my guard down, to truly open up and let him in like I once had done with Yunho. That was a mistake, and I was scared of committing the same mistake twice. With my eyes on Mingi, and seeing as he was rather occupied at the moment, I allowed myself the luxury to truly look at him, to take him in as he was. His profile was pretty as his black hair fell over his forehead in soft waves, definitely not styled, as I had seen Mingi run his fingers through it numerous times since I had arrived. His brow bone was rather defined and it came more forward, his brows thick and dark, seemingly a perfect fit for his features. His nose was tall and long, the bridge straight and almost perfect, probably leaving many jealous for not having a nose like his. His glasses framed his face, and they were once again slipping down his nose, but Mingi made no sign of wanting to fix that, of pushing them up as you were supposed to wear them. The distance between his upper lip and nose wasn’t too big, even from the side, his cherry red lips were plump and had a rather pretty shape, forcing me to swiftly try and look down at my own lips, wondering why a guy had better and prettier lips than a woman. I followed the sharp line of his jaw, chin not too forward, perfectly aligned with his nose, his well-defined cheekbones visible even from the side. My eyes lingered on the small mole on his jaw, way too familiar with its placement already as I had drawn it numerous times in my portraits of Mingi. I gulped and subconsciously licked my lips as my eyes ventured further, slipping down his exposed neck, his tan skin soft looking in the dim lights, his characteristic silver necklaces hanging around the base of his neck. Mingi sighed loudly and I looked at his face alarmed, thinking that I had been caught, but his eyebrows were furrowed as he took the pen he held in his hand between his white teeth, biting down on it as he looked frustrated. I had noticed before already, but his front teeth were slightly more ahead, protruding a little, and I couldn’t help but chuckle quietly, finding this trait rather…adorable. Not wanting to linger too much on that thoughts, my eyes found themselves fixated on Mingi’s fingers, and I frowned upon just realizing something.

『I'll let it go 'cause I won't see you later

And we're not allowed to talk it out

I said I'd go, put myself on show

But I'm still trying to figure it out』

His nails were painted black, with rather abstract looking designs, and as I squinted, absentmindedly leaning forward in my chair to catch a better glimpse at his middle finger, I could read the words, fix on, painted on it. My eyebrows furrowed as it made me wonder whatever that meant, and I decided to ask Mingi about it later if given the chance. I allowed my eyes to linger on his nails longer, gulping as I noticed almost each long finger of his was decorated by a ring. I wasn’t foreign to his rings, I have noticed that Mingi loved wearing rings, and the one on his middle finger, with the big red gemstone seemed to always catch my attention. I hummed silently, taking my sweet time to closely analyze each one of his rings, noting which were new, to me, as I haven’t seen them on him before, and which were the ones he wore almost daily. He seemed to have two silver ones that he never failed to leave at home, both littered with small stones, prettily shining under the sunlight each time. Mingi’s fingers flexed for a second, tightening around the pen he was holding, and I watched as he started tapping the table, a low humming sound coming from his lips. I blinked as I realized what I had been doing, memorizing every bend of his fingers, every line and any scar decorating it, storing their shape and length deep in my mind for the time when I would have to recall it in order to draw his hands. In the process of all this, I couldn’t help but also notice that his hands seemed rather big, they would probably engulf mine nicely. The thought made me lightly flush as I remembered us holding hands in his car after we shared some personal stuff, and I shook my head lightly, trying to get rid of the memory. There was a light shuffle as Mingi cleared his throat, making me very slowly drag my eyes up, until they fell on his face. More particularly on his sharp and small eyes, which were on me, his eyebrows raised curiously as a smug smile seemed to be plastered on his lips. Fuck. I would’ve face palmed myself if it wasn’t for Mingi watching me, so, instead, I tried to flash him my best poker face while I totally, and absolutely, flushed red in embarrassment.

“Were you…” Mingi pursed his lips, narrowing his eyes playfully, “checking me out?”

“Like hell I was.” I snapped with a loud huff, definitely way too fast.

“Oh, you weren’t?” Mingi feigned confusion, “But—damn, then I must be mistaken. You certainly weren’t like…totally ogling my face and then salivating after my hands, right?”

As if to prove a point, he wriggled his fingers, making me clench my jaw as I forced a pathetic excuse of a laugh out of myself, giving him an unimpressed expression, “I wasn’t checking you out nor any of those things you just said—”

“Are you like, really sure?” Mingi huffed, tapping his lips in an annoying manner, “Because now you’re making me feel crazy—”

“Oh my God,” I exclaimed exasperated, eyes widening as I huffed at Mingi, “fine, I was looking at your hands, but before it gets to your head, bro, I just simply think guys painting their nails is hot, okay?”

There was a long pause, Mingi’s eyes boring into mine as a smirk made its way on his lips, looking all smug and pleased with himself, “So…”

I gulped nervously as he suddenly pushed his chair slightly back, and started leaning in towards me, the look taunting on his face, “You think I’m hot?”

“Not you.” I snapped, glaring at him, “That’s not what I said—”

“But you indirectly admitted that I’m hot—”

“No, Mingi. I didn’t admit anything, God, this is why I don’t talk to you.” I huffed and pushed my chair back, feeling uncomfortable as he was siting so close to me, making me gulp nervously. I quickly stood from my chair and went to walk to get my backpack, but Mingi quickly reached out and grabbed my wrist.

“Where are you going?” He asked, smugness and smirk gone from his face. I rolled my eyes at him, but didn’t pull my wrist out of his grip.

“Home, obviously.” I huffed, and Mingi very gently pushed me back towards the chair, making me sit in it.

“Let me finish this up, and we’re leaving.” He quickly turned and went back to clicking away on his computer, pursing his lips as with his left hand he closed his notebook, throwing the pen absentmindedly on his desk. I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms in front of my chest, but didn’t say anything else, waiting for him to do whatever he needed to do before we would finally leave. Some fresh air would certainly serve well for a wakeup call.

            The light drizzle had turned into rain after we’ve reached Mingi’s car and waited for the engine to warm up a bit. Mingi wasn’t as embarrassed about it as last time, and I found myself feeling the need to reassure him that I didn’t give a shit whether his car was a fucking rocket or a simple carriage, as long as it was safe to drive and shielded us from the rain. Perhaps it was one of the very few times when I heard Mingi’s rich laughter, his head thrown back against the headrest and mouth wide open as he repeatedly hit the wheel, prompting me to match his laughter until my stomach hurt and I had to ask him to stop, unable to breathe anymore as tears sprung into my eyes. The radio was playing softly in the background, neither of us actually paying attention to it as Mingi had asked about my art class, inquiring about the painting I was currently working on. I briefed him about it as we had taken off, the rain making it rather hard to see well, but Mingi was a careful driver and he didn’t speed at all, being extra careful as the wipers of the car were placed on the fastest setup, the rain hitting the car loudly, making us raise our voices in order to be able to hear each other well.

“I assume you know Wooyoung and Seulgi are on a date.” Mingi spoke up as we had stopped at a red light, people running as they crossed the road, umbrellas doing almost nothing to shield them from the harsh rain anymore.

“Yeah, I hope they chose to go somewhere indoors, this rain is merciless.” Mingi chuckled, but nodded his head in agreement, leaning his head against the headrest. The cars in the lane to our left took off, their traffic light having turned green.

“Wooyoung mentioned about them going to the cinema, or at least that’s what he had in mind two days ago.” Mingi explained, shifting into first gear as the light turned green for us.

“Seulgi said something about a new place opening up where you could paint pottery while enjoying their delicacies.” I said in thought, wondering which one they have chosen.

“We should go there sometime,” Mingi took a right turn, mindful of the pedestrians and the huge puddles on the side of the road, “just the two of us.”

I hummed, thinking about it for a second before I looked at Mingi, “Sure.”

“Sure? Did you just say sure?” Mingi’s voice slightly raised and I chuckled, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes, I said sure.” I repeated, Mingi’s mouth falling open.

“Did you just agree to going out with me?!” Mingi almost exclaimed, making me snort as I looked away, focusing on the road ahead.

“You didn’t ask me out.” I corrected.

“But I still could.” Mingi quickly said, making me shake my head with a small smile.

“Anyways, I hope Wooyoung makes his move soon.” I sighed, rubbing my forehead tiredly, “I’ve had enough of listening to Seulgi whine about how much she’s into him, but is confused of what Wooyoung wants.”

Mingi chuckled as he took a left turn, driving off the main road, barely three blocks away from my neighborhood, “Good to know I was right.”

I looked at him again curiously, and he quickly explained himself, “I’ve been telling Wooyoung she was into him, but he never believed me. He did say he’d ask her out today, but knowing Wooyoung…he might chicken out, again.”

I chuckled, amused by these two idiots, “Well, knowing Seulgi, she won’t chicken out. She also planned on asking Wooyoung out today.”

Mingi laughed, turning left, slowing down as he drove down my street, looking for my house closely. I smiled subconsciously and undid my seatbelt, planning to help him out by pointing my house out to him, but I didn’t have to. He was quick to come to a stop in front of it, placing the gear in neutral. He turned his head and looked at me, smiling, “Arrived.”

“Yeah.” I whispered and grabbed my backpack, looking out the window, eyebrows furrowing at the sudden downpour, the car’s windshield wiper good for nothing at this point, “Damn, why is it raining so hard?”

“I hate it.” Mingi whined as he looked ahead too, lips jutting out in a pout, “I can’t even drive home now.”

“Yeah, you shouldn’t.” I agreed as my eyebrows furrowed, “It’s not safe at all.”

“Yeah,” Mingi sighed and turned the engine off, undoing his seatbelt, “I’ll just wait for it to settle down, and then I’ll drive home.”

“Yeah, you should do that.” I agreed, looking at him, the rain hitting the roof of Mingi’s old Honda Prelude loud, “And text me when you get home, so that I know you’re safe.”

Mingi’s cheeks flushed, but just ever so slightly, and my eyes widened as he tried to avoid eye contact the more persistent I became, “Yeah, uh, I will. Promise I won’t forget this time.”

“You better,” I chuckled, rolling my eyes remembering all the times he would forget to text me that he had gotten to his destination safely, “I’m going now.”

“Okay.” Mingi’s head turned and we made eye contact for a second, before I offered him a small smile and pushed the door open, springing out of his car. It didn’t even take a minute for me to be completely drenched by the rainwater as I very quickly slammed Mingi’s door shut, gasping as my clothes got instantly soaked, hair sticking to my head. I turned and took off towards my house, running, but realizing it didn’t matter since I was already soaked. Well, so much for Mingi driving me home to save me from the freezing cold downpour. As I reached the middle of the driveway, I dared to take a peek at the sky, realizing that the almost black clouds looked menacing, and God knows when they’d pass, when the rain would stop. I stopped and turned, looking towards Mingi’s car as I bit my lower lip, having to blink my eyes fast to be able to see something. No car was driving down the roads anymore, no person out on the streets. What if the rain wouldn’t stop at all? It’s happened before, not even once. Would Mingi stay out in the car? He wouldn’t be able to leave if that were the case. Taking a deep breath, I made my decision as I raced back to his car, yanking the door open as I leaned down, Mingi’s wide eyes falling on my soaked form.

“Come inside, who knows when it’ll stop raining.” I called out loudly over the sound of the rain and the sudden rumble of the sky, making me shiver. I hated the thunder perhaps more than the flashing lightning. Mingi opened his mouth, probably to refuse my offer, but I didn’t leave room for him to argue, “Come on!”

And as I slammed the door shut again, he was out of the car in a second, closing his own door and locking his car quite clumsily, exclaiming as he got soaked in seconds, just like myself. I laughed as I took off towards the house, Mingi racing after me, giggling loudly as we reached the front steps of the porch, both shivering as I struggled to grab my keys out of my pocket.

“Oh my God, this sucks!” Mingi exclaimed just as another thunder shook the ground, and I jumped, throwing a glare towards the sky. Mingi saw it and chuckled, urging me to unlock the door, “Doll, I’m freezing my ass off, please open the door!”

“Who’s the drenched puppy kicked to the curb now, huh?” I asked with a teasing grin as I unlocked the front door, pushing it open. Mingi chuckled and rolled his eyes, but not before playfully pushing me forward, urging me on to step inside the house first.

We could only hope the downpour would stop soon enough.

❱❱ Next chapter

[thethreeeyed-raven]

Can you make a bran Drabble when the jist is that he has a secret bf/gf :) tysm!!

bran with a secret s/o

navigation | warnings : SMUT (if ur uncomfortable with that just skip), caught in the act | a/n : listen, if he wanted to, he could, THE WAY I SAT GIGGLING TO MYSELF WRITING A CERTAIN ONE | tags : @knight-of-flowerss @lost-in-fiction-like-ur-mom | bran stark playlist

SFW

bran loves secretly holding your hand, especially when you go out somewhere with him and his family, ugh hand holding is a must

secret kisses🤭

buying you gifts then you having to pretend arya or sansa bought it for you and the awkward silence when they say they didn't

he has you over to watch movies and cuddle

he may beg his fam to go out and do something for the night just so he can do that ^^

he likes sneaking around with you

longing looks across the dinner table when you get invited to have dinner

OML KICKING EACH OTHER UNDER THE TABLE OR TEASING EACH OTHER

you both are sat giggling and everyone just has confused looks on their faces

you sneak into his room in the middle of the night when you have sleepovers just to cuddle with him and then you have to sneak back into whoever's room you were in first

late night talks

always checking up on you, making sure you've eaten etc

once sansa caught him doing this and started teasing him about it

his fam constantly talks about you around him just to see that little smile that appears on his face

NSFW

neck kisses

HICKEYS

imagine going home and you have a big massive hickey appearing on your neck all because bran cant help himself

THIS MAN LOVES HAIR PULLING

imagine ya'll are at it, he's devouring you down there and you're pulling his hair

the moans he has to stiffle😫

constantly telling him to be quiet

loves taking you up against the wall

always ensures your comfort before trying anything new

he loves marking you

if you consent to pics being taken he absolutely will

keeps them all in a secret folder and sometimes beats his meat to them💀 ^^

IM SORRY

bro is very very vocal

sometimes your movie sessions end up in steamy sex

literally does everything you tell him to no joke

bro is submissive af

he needs praise

like a lot of praise

HE NEEDS YOU TO TELL HIM YOU LOVE HIM

he craves it

"tell me you're mine"

HE WHIMPERS

i just know he whimpers

and i just know its big

its hard for you guys to get at it because your relationship being a secret yk so when you do its definitely passionate and loving

bran does like it rough but not all the time

Grunts and whimpers could be heard throughout the room.

Bran's family had gone out for the day, but Bran pretended to be sick so he could have you over.

His shirt was thrown somewhere around the room and your bottoms where around your ankles.

As he rutted into you, you tugged on his scalp, earning quiet whimpers from him.

Your moans filled his ear drums, listening as you whispered sweet nothing's into his ear.

His family was supposed to be out for the day, but then just happened to get home early.

They all piled into the hallway.

"Stop." Catelyn said. "Can't you hear that?"

Sansa and Arya stiffled laughs as they all approached Bran's room. The noises got louder.

Catelyn opened the door.

"BRANDON!"

You both turned to look at each other in embarrassment.

"Fuck."

[gingiesworld]

Hey, could you do one a little angsty with fluff.

Yn and Wanda are starting to see each other, for like 6 months, everything was perfect until the avengers needed some help with a few missions so they called Wanda, but Yn doesn't know Wanda was an avenger, Wanda didn't want to tell Yn because that was a part of her live that wanted to forget but she needed to help the team if not It Will be a lot of damage and a lot of people will die.

So Yn didn't know and because of the last relationship they had, they were a little insecure thinking Wanda was with another person and that is why she was leaving, like having a double life so when she came back, Yn was crying and wanted to break up but Wanda had to explain what she was doing, and even she introduced them to the avengers, to see that she was saying was real, knowing what happened to Yn before.

My American Dream

Wanda Maximoff x GN! Reader

Warnings : Angst and fluff

18+ MINORS DNI

Since Wanda had moved to New York after the loss of her brother, she had trouble adjusting to life in a whole new country. So she would leave the confines of the compound and explore the city. On one of her walks through the park, she came across an almost empty section. Only a few people occupied it.

"Hey, are you ok?" She was asked as she blinked a few times.

"I'm fine thank you." She spoke surely, her accent strong as Nat had tried to teach her to conceal it.

"You're not from around here are you?" They asked her as she shook her head.

"Sokovia." She told them as they gave her a sad smile.

"I'm sorry." They spoke with sincerity. "I heard about what happened and well, I'm Y/N." They introduced themselves, holding out their gloved hand for her to shake.

"Wanda." She returned as she shook their hand. "It's the middle of summer and you're wearing gloves?" She questioned as they jist shrugged.

"It's an old injury." They told her as the two soon sat down. "Just a little something I got from the battle of New York a couple of years ago."

As the time went on, Wanda found herself searching for Y/N in the same spot every week. The two soon becoming amazing friends but that never stopped the two from falling for the other. Even after learning about the other on a deeper level than just friends, Y/N was the one to confess. Although Wanda was cautious with their relationship, she had told them the first lie. Well, it wasn't a lie entirely because she told them she had an internship at Stark Industries which they had believed with only being a bar manager.

As the months went on, their relationship was something dear to them both, but as much as Nat and the guys wanted to meet Y/N, she was afraid they would see her differently. What she never realised was that whenever she went no contact with Y/N, it had affected them dearly. Sometimes it was a week and their texts would be left on read and remained unanswered.

It wasn't until after the two weeks had passed and no contact, Wanda knew she needed to come clean about what she does, she is in love with them and she is afraid to lose the one person she loves the most in this world.

That wasn't until she found herself standing outside of the door that always made her entire being excited. Just wanting to fall into their arms and relax safely. But she knew she had to explain everything to them. So she knocked before she could chicken out, only to see a defeated Y/N on the other side.

"Wanda." They whispered before turning around and walking to their kitchen, Wanda following behind them.

"I know how this is going to sound." Wanda started but she was interrupted by them.

"Two weeks Wanda. Two damn weeks and not a single reply." They told her. "I thought I wasn't good enough for you because well, you're absolutely stunning and amazing and you could do so much better than me!"

"Y/N." She whispered as she shook her head.

"Are you cheating on me?" They asked her as she wiped her eyes. The accusation alone made her feel how insecure they had felt in their relationship.

"No! I would never." She stepped forward before looking down. "I have to tell you something and I am so scared that this will change everything." Y/N stood silently as Wanda got the words together in her mind. "I don't have an internship at Stark Industries. I am an Avenger, a new one since Sokovia. I have powers." She shown them her red wisps as they listened intently. "When I haven't messaged you, I have been on missions with the Avengers. Something they have needed me for with my abilities and I couldn't tell you because I was scared." She took a deep breath as Y/N's gaze softened. "I was scared because I thought you would call me a freak and hate me."

"Hey." They stepped closer and cupped her cheeks, wiping the tears that were shed. "I could never think you're a freak. Sure you're addicted to those old sitcoms." Wanda let out a breathy chuckle. "I am in love with you Wanda, I don't know if that is too soon or not but I do." They leaned closer as their hands caressed her cheeks. "I am in love with you Wanda." Wanda took a shaky breath before she captured their lips in her own, and intense kiss showing both of their emotions before the two pulled away.

"I am so in love with you Y/N." She whispered. "You are my American dream." The two continued to kiss, growing deeper as the two started to shed their clothes for the first time in the six months of knowing each other. The time spent worshipping the other's body throughout the night. A future beginning for the two with one night.

[sparkanonymous]

Let's get one thing out of the way; I messed up.

If you want to go more in-depth, read this post. If you don't want to, here's the jist of the situation: For the last year - I think - I have been coloring Raj's skin tone lighter. This is completely and utterly my fault.

I'm not going to make any excuses, in fear that it will give others an excuse for their own deplorable actions. Though I don't see myself as a racist person, this is still an example of colorism, and I can't stand by it.

Total Drama is something I hold dear in my heart, and Raj is one of my favorite characters in the entire series. The fact I did him this dirty makes me never want to draw him again.

I'm so sorry. All I can do is apologize, and that's definitely not good enough. I will do better in the future. I don't want anything like this to happen again, and I won't let it happen again.

There is nothing I can say that'll fix this situation. I have disappointed myself and hurt an entire community of people. I hope I can eventually make up for my mistakes, but I know that isn't possible in a short amount of time.

I don't expect this to be taken lightly; it shouldn't be. If this is the last I see of some of you, I hope you take care.

The rest of this post directly responds to parts of thesicklycowboy's post.

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For this portion, I have also edited Raj's hair to be the correct color. (I didn't know where else to put this part, sorry.)

I won't be responding to everything, as I do think the post was well-spoken and something that certainly needs to be said, just parts that I felt I should respond to.

Blue is for them, and red is for me.

"So when you were addressing this and saying "it's color theory" excuse why did you not show your earlier pieces of Raj as well? The ones with far darker hair and deeper skin tones? You only referenced all the ones after after the lightening had begun."

As mentioned before, I don't know when the lightening began. The pieces I grabbed for comparisons were the ones that I could actively get the flats for. A lot of my previous pieces have been deleted from my iPad after being moved to my laptop for storage reasons. While you can tell that Raj is darker in my oldest TDI posts, I wouldn't have been able to color grab the original skin color to compare it to the others, which is why I added ones that I could find the flats of directly off of my page. I do wish I had gotten the flats for the oldest ones, but I can't really do anything about that now.

"The beginning of your ask responses is blatantly false and you contradict yourself at the end? So why keep that whole schpiel at all?"

Here is the part that they are referring to: "I didn't? I think he just looks lighter because of the filters I used on top of it."

I left this in for transparency because I genuinely thought that that was actually the case. But it wasn't. This is why I added, "Looking into the color issue..." I wanted to double check the claim because it very well could have been an issue. And it was.

... "And not yet another piece that is still super light."

Okay. I think I might know what the problem is here in particular. I add texture overlays (the layers with the filter of 'Sl' - Soft Light) to give my pieces... y'know, texture. The layer color I use is usually an off-white. I do this in all of my pieces because I thought it might help with keeping my work safe from AI, and because I like the paper-like look that it gives my art. I didn't put it over the entire piece because the background already has a ton of texture.

The one above is at 50%, and the one below it is at 30% for both Raj and Bowie.

Here is the same piece with the texture overlays turned off:

(Left is w/o the overlays, Right is w/ the overlays)

I don't want this argument to seem like I'm lessening my actions. This is the only thing that I think I have the right to stand up for. Texture is something I most likely won't take out of my work, though I may replace the texture overlays with something that is more full proof against AI, like those AI-disturbance layers that Ibis Paint has.

None of my actions were excusable, but I felt this needed to be explained.

Other than that, though, I don't know what else I could possibly do to fix the piece, considering I have fixed Raj's skin tone in this piece.

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The rest of the post is not something I feel the need to respond directly to. I do think you should go and read the original post criticizing me and decide what you want to do in this matter.

This was not a "silly mistake." What I have done is genuinely messed up. I'm not going to run from this situation and say that I was ever justified in my actions. Because I never was.

I can only hope to be given the chance to amend this situation with future works, whenever that might be. I will most likely not continue to talk about this unless asked to. Idk what else I could possibly say that wouldn't make this situation worse. I am the guilty party, and the only thing I can do is learn from this and do better in the future, which I will.

Again, I am so sorry. I have fucked up, and I am prepared to take the consquences of my actions.

[coff-in]

on the topic of calling boys mommy i sometimes think of an older milf-styled femboy who gives his "daughter" (forcibly feminized boytoy) an abundant supply of "milk" (cum) straight from the source (his fucking dick) and it occurs to me that sex maniac andrew would/could probably be that femboy

notes from coff-in: HEHEHEHE YEAH!!!

hella yapping down here (not a fic, just a ramble), NSFW, incest, forced feminization (watch out if you're uncomfortable with that)

i just, i wanna, hehehe!! >:3c ah, ah, ah, okay... i gotta calm down :')

milf andrew taking care of his daughter is just... paints such a wonderful image to me. i think i gotta let this though marinate in my brain more but i can see it. it's kinda blurry but i can see it. (no longer) repressed sex manic andrew would probably feel so free to be that milfy femboy, no longer concerned with the pressure or expectations of society. (in the original post at least) people thought that he was just constantly horny cause his dick was big but he wasn't!! he's just PACKING!!

he had to push himself so much to show that he wasn't (just) a cumbrained freak but a person who was smart and intelligent and had his own feelings and struggles and desires outside of sex! but since the quarantine and everything else, he can let go and stop fighting. yeah he's a sex fiend now but because it's he likes it, not because it's expected from him (and i doubt he's horny all the time, he's still a person afterall)

and once she becomes a milf, teehee :3c i can't help it, i like the thought a lot. she would be (AND IS) such a good mom... not the best but better than renee. i'm imagining her nursing forcedfem [reader] on her cock and telling her "watch the teeth, baby" and i just AAAUUGH i know this is a horny thing but my brain is jist conjuring up soft moments too

milf andrew in bed with her daughter resting her head on her chest as she reads a book, maybe aloud. doing her daughter's hair (ashley would help too, happy to help her mommy take care of her new sister). i can also see milf andrew doing clothes or lingerie shopping with her daughter/s and using the opportunity to have semi-public sex in the changing rooms

i feel so sad that i have like NO life experience to build off since i'm just an introverted homebody but trust me, TRUST ME there are hot incest moments between them all the time.

"if only we were blood related..." I'LL MAKE IT HAPPEN FOR YOU!!! PLEASE PLEASE!!! them being blood related makes it all the more better, i mean... no yeah, it makes this scenario way better in my head. andrew and [reader] (his brother) after burial canon or something and andrew is just becoming more fem and growing into herself and she takes [reader] down with her. ESPECIALLY after killing renee, she's like "i'm going to take care of you, okay?" and i just GRRRR I WANT HER IN ME PLEASE!!!

sorry

and if [reader] tries to fight back andrew would just, like... talk down to him, i guess? whispering in her confused daughter's ear "don't you trust mommy to help you? i'm just doing what's best for us, like i've always done for you and ashley. mommy knows best, after all." and [reader] is like... "fine" it would be fucking perfect if [reader] was originally against it but then after the power imbalance from andrew and the encouragement from ashely, [reader] just... gives in. she likes it when her mommy lets her suck her cock for milk and enjoys wearing matching lingerie sets with her sister ashley and does some housewife work because it helps her calm down or relax and... eheh ♡

sorry for the rant, i couldn't let this sit in my inbox :p

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coff-in

[alienpossession]

"Ahahaha, yeah sir, just trying to keep up with the role, you know? As you said it yourself, cannot let other people know that I'm not myself any longer so I just play pretend being this straight Korean prick. Would've let you do anything you want to me if I know it was you from the get go, please, get in, you'll have so much more fun by being inside of me rather than going around as the little twink,"

After a while, I usually like to check out and test my various vessels which are spread across the globe. Aside from trying to know how well they integrate to human society, I find it amusing to toy around with their feelings and how easy their personality switched between their human persona and my dutiful vessels. It's also a way for me to test my power, like how well I could hide myself to be undetected by their senses which would indicate how well I could hide from other beings that might come to Earth and spoiled my fun. I find it handy to use Vince as my base body since he's loaded and despite claiming to be a very busy businessman when I first met him back then, most of his works are done by other people.

It left a lot of flexibility in his schedule so I simply head to the airport and his private jet ready to drop me anywhere I wished in a moment's notice. After I landed, I usually just dropped Vince's body in the hotel while I did my test, wearing temporary skins that my vessels wouldn't recognize as other vessels of mine and could keep me incognito. Here's what happened in the past few weeks

---

I just smirked as I quickly kneeled and get my tongue out ready to give that sweaty abs some licking it deserves. He's this close to bashed me to death, just like the real homophobic Seulgi would. I turned my incognito mode off and he directly stopped his fist a couple centimetres away from this cute university student's face I slid into earlier. Now, his fist turned into a lustful grab of my hair as he used it to rub me up and down his abs as if I'm some kind of washcloth. His lustful moan is as seductive as I remembered when I took him over in that Hongdae nightclub, and I couldn't help myself but squirted some loads into this university senior's pants while transferred myself to Seulgi through his navel

---

"Oh that was hilarious. I totally didn't see that coming. I really thought you are just one hell of an annoying new client I should endure jist because they could afford me. Totally sorry for being so hard and rude to you Sir,"

I simply smiled. Francis is a personal trainer, a succesful one at that, but I know he's not good with people that are not at least a decently-built individual yet. I slid into this fat fuck when he left Subway and I quickly devised the plot to tick Francis off. I bought some gym clothes to be in character, signed up to the gym where he worked at, asked....no....demanded to have him as my personal trainer and said all the things I know he hated. He's this close to lash out on me, I could tell, but just like the real Francis, he kept himself together. I also didn't find any flaws on the way he behaved like Francis so after about an hour, I turned my incognito mode off and he quickly realized it

"Well Sir, please just left that fat retard quickly and get into me Sir. That look doesn't fit you and I know he only drained you and made you out of breath. Please, it's been a while too since you get inside me,"

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"Why would you do that, Sir? We are totally fool-proof, you don't have to test us. Is this random test or did you hear anything about us raising other people's suspicion? Now I feel bad for not welcoming you properly, you really played that role a bit too well to, I was this close to slap your face and called you names,"

"No no, you two are doing fine. This is just random test as I'm visiting Egypt anyway. And as for her, I just know you would hate her. Argumentative and loud gym girl that dared to talk back to you? Yeah, that's your trigger, just need to up the ante by disrespecting your mom and boy, I noticed that balled fist yo, I quickly shut off my incognito mode hahah!"

"We felt bad that you have to meet us this way. Maybe you want to slide into Farhan? You've went inside me during Mr. Olympia a couple months ago anyway, Farhan has been longing for you,"

"Well, I'm gonna do it from this chick's body so maybe let's search for somewhere private,"

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"Master, sorry for being a bit direct but this is not an effective usage of your time. You have so many vessels, why fool around with the ruse?"

"Because I like to do it. And I can do it. Why are you the one questioning me now?"

"Sorry Master. It's just---"

"What?"

"Strip, and where's a bathroom? I need to fuck you with a mirror in sight so he can see that he's just a bottom bitch that lost thr ability to even control his own body and he's not going to influence you anymore even when I'm not inside you all the time. I will make him trapped so deep within his own mind, he wouldn't be able to leak through and influenced you any longer,"

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"Certainly sir, everything I own belongs to you, including the bitch I'm going to visit. She's all yours. Heck, even if you want to fuck a white twink with my body, so be it, you do what you want with me and my schedule. I'm just so honored that you even bothered to come all the way down to South Africa for me,"

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"What? Huh....I guess you played Romain a bit too well. Calm down a bit. Get hard. Fuck around more. Stop being so business-minded all the time. It gets annoying to see more of that guy surfaced you know. He's one tough cookie back when I eventually subdued him, turned out he remained tough up until now huh? Giving you a hard time to be loose and free while fooling all the people worked for him. Strip,"

"Oh wow, really? Fuck, I really am going to smash this whole thing with you inside of me during the competition. What a chance encounter this is. I really thought you were just an annoying fan and I only wasted my time here interacting with a fans, but turns out it pays off acting all nice and pretending like I'm this sweet All-American boy when you revealed yourself. Please, you can just jump right in sir, it's been a while since my navel welcomed you,"

[akwolfgrl]

How sweet it is to be loved by them 37

You wana fight me? You won't last long.” Luffy stuck his tongue out at Nami. He didn't ask her to join because she was a strong fighter but because he liked her. Even if she was mad at him right now.

Nami screamed at him as he picked up the dog food the lion had been carrying in his mouth. “Stupid pirate! Get back here and fight me!” Nami struggled against the old guy who was holding her back. Luffy hadn't paid attention to the whole story, but he got jist. The dog had fought hard to protect his treasure. There was not much a dog could do against a lion. “And you! What are you doing? Looting that poor man's home?” Luffy turned to look, Nami was now shouting at Sanji, who looked up at her confused.

“I'm looking for my husband.” Sanji replied before going back to moving the rubble.

Luffy sat the bag of food next to the dog before taking a seat himself. “Here, it's not much, but it's all I got. You did your best. You fought well…i didn't see it, but i pretty much know what happened.” Luffy told the dog.

Nami had stopped shouting. He watched as the dog picked up the bag of food and started to walk off. Luffy watched the dog drop the bag and bark at him before barking and wagging his tail. Luffy laughed. “Same to you, buddy!”

“I'm sorry.” Nami came to stand next to him. “I assumed the worst about you, I shouldn't have screamed at you.” She apologized to him. He could hear the sorry in her voice, no longer filled with anger and pain.

“You're forgiven!” Luffy stood up and brushed himself. “A pirate must hurt someone you love. It's okay, Nami, I understand.” He wasn't gonna ask who was hurt if she wanted to tell him she would.

“Thank the seas you're still alive!” Sanji's voice cried out. Luffy turned to look as Sanji hugged Zoro.

“Zoro! Are you okay?” Luffy called out to his mate. He looked grumpy as he rubbed his eyes.

“Pissed off but fine. What a helluva way to wake up from a nap.”

“How the hell did you survive?” Nami questioned as Zoro stood up, brushing the dust from his clothes.

“It will take a lot more than that to kill me.”

[pxgeturner]

I love love LOVE your movie party! and your whole aesthetic is just-- AAH!! I was wondering if I could do: miguel o'hara + "hands off!" please <3 tysm!

summer movie fest masterlist

you’re a freelance writer, who often sells to the daily bugle. you have a crush on the editor, who saves you from one of his creepy employees. who knew the pining was mutual?

an.miguel brainrot is strong. i meant to post this yesterday but queue got messed up. also thank you nonnie !! ur a sweetheart <3 this prompt was practically made for miguel 🤭

wc: 638

warnings: kind of aggressive & entitled (incel) man (not miguel), not beta’d bcz i was impatient.

you were talking to one of the guy’s at the daily bugle. you don’t remember his name, you don’t really care.

“oh really?” you laugh.

“yeah, i mean, it’s a little more complicated than that, but it’s the jist.”

“i’m sure it is.” be nice, be nice, be nice. this guy really thinks you’re stupid, but you just have to wait until the editor comes out to tell you whether or not the piece you wrote works.

“so i was thinking–” the door to the editor’s office opens loudly, cutting him off. the large man offers you the paper.

“good job, the first draft was good but this is definitely ready for tomorrow’s print.”

“i’m glad to hear that!” am i being too obvious?

“excuse us, stenton, i’d like to talk to her on the way out.”

“yeah, uh, sure, sure thing, boss.” you mentally stick your tongue out at the weird guy. you walk with mr. o’hara.

“sorry about phil, he, uh, thinks he’s a ladies’ man.”

you snort and cover your mouth,“clearly,”

“i look forward to seeing your next story.”

“aren’t you lucky to have such a reliable freelancer like me?” you joke.

“i am, i really am, you’ve brought lots of new readers.” don’t blush don’t blush don’t blush!!

“i’m glad,”

“so, um,” he clears his throat, “when should i expect your next piece?”

“when it happens,” you joke.

“right,” he nods.

“what would it take to get you full time?”

“you know i’m focused on the novel.” he nods, and doesn’t push it.

the two of you reach the subway station, and say your goodbyes, and you get on your train. you lean your head on the glass, putting your hands over your face. you’re never gonna be able to tell miguel o’hara that you like him.

ha week later, you’ve given miguel a fresh story, and he’s dropped you off at the train platform yet again. you’re waiting for your train to come, trying to think of how you can tell miguel about your feelings.

“hey! cutie!” you cringe. it’s phil.

“hey,”

“how about, you and i go out for a bite to eat?” he puts a hand on your waist.

you step back and out of his hold. “sorry, phil, I gotta catch this train,”

“you can catch it later,” he gets closer to you.

“i’m tired and really just want to go home.” you apologize.

“c’mon,” he pleads.

“look, phil, i’m really sorry, but I’m not interested.”

He grabs your hand. “haven’t i done all the right things?”

“huh?”

“haven’t i been nice? a gentlemen? funny? interesting? strong?”

“phil, it’s not–”

“what– it’s not me? then why won’t you go out with me? huh?” he yanks you closer ..

you felt someone behind you, phil look up at them.

“hands. off.” miguel says in that gruff voice that leave no room for argument. phil does as he’s told and releases you.

“hey boss,” phil’s voice is the meekest sound you’ve ever heard.

“that is no way to treat a lady.”

“no– it’s, uh, not.”

“you’re fired.”

“What! WHY? i’m the best writer you’ve got!” he was starting to get his macho back.

“no you’re not. and harassment.”

phil tried to say something, but shut his mouth. he walked away, hands in the air. you took a deep breath and leaned on miguel.

“thank you,”

“i’m glad i came back.” you turned around.

“why did you come back?”

he’s blushing, rubbing the back of his neck“uh, uh, wanted to,” he clears his throat. is that a habit? “i wanted to talk to you, to uh tell you, that–”

you hold his hands between your two, “yeah?”

“that i’d like to treat you to, to… to, uh…”

“yes,”

he blinks, “yes?”

“yes.”

“my car–”

“lead the way,” you smile up at him.

[dustcrumbs]

Because I love dust so much he has insane amounts of trauma and daddy issues.

Basically.

Dusts mom lived in South Korea and his dad lived in America and was visiting South Korea for some nerdy scientist shit idk anyway theyre we’re both scientists blah blah they fell in love and his mom moved to America to have dust uh shit was pretty good until it wasn’t because I am a bitch. His mom died during childbirth but whatever papy was still alive so single dad taking care of newborn baby and this 5 year old or whatever.

Long story short there dad almost lost his job and went mad because of the whole like oh no his wife died and now he’s even more stressed and alone than he was before.

Honestly it’s just the timeline of abuse because he envies dust in a way because dust reminds mr. Dad guy over here. He didn’t have the best childhood with a lot of like rejection and being ignore idk something like that and dust is honestly just like him. He’s super into science and even looks like him except dust has a loving brother and is genuinely content with life for a while. It’s not really enough though, as Papy was basically favorited because Dad didn’t like seeing this younger version of himself and liked the child that resembled his wife the most which is kinda fucked up but mwahaha.

He fucks something up really REALLY and loses his job and his whole science license or something of the sorts so he resorts to like making drugs and doing other illegal shit for people to make himself a living because nobody will hire him after his cute little criminal record and last job experience.

Killer does tie into some of this bit of Dust’s past but shhh this isn’t about him.

Anyway, dust is like ‘hey, I should help my dad out and get us some money’ and he also resorts to doing illegal shit because he doesn’t have time to get a job because he has to watch papyrus and make him meals and shit because dad is too busy and he’s like failing all his classes. Basically he just steals money from this gang (wow I wonder who’s) and uses that to try and help out.

Finally dust snapped under all of the pressure from taking care of his brother and scrounging up money while trying not to get caught and doing school and just oh god it was too much. Not even including the abuse he endured from his father. Either way he pulled a gun on him and was about to like pew pew him until papy got in the way and dust ended up killing two people with one bullet womp womp oh well

Then dust was arrested and thrown in the rubber room with the rats who made him crazy then he ended up breaking out of the mental asylum and is living off of whatever money he could find from where he where he had been hiding it and then basically he shows up at horrors place

sorry this feels so terrible and poorly written I am sick and dying I hope you get the jist wails

I do get the jist dw dw

I was smiling as I started reading and quickly frowned with each word. I am now going to sob in my hands as I curl up..

But god DAMN. He can't catch a break.. Losing ur mom and BASICALLY your dad, since he changed after her death, isn't fun. 😕

The stress of taking care of someone when you are also still a child is just terrible. Especially if you are struggling to get yourself together as well. ANDHHRBSJ THATS NOT FUN AT ALL AND WITH SCHOOL BEING A DICK?? 💔💔

And woah, I totally hope that gang doesn't threaten his life or someone he adores anytime soon! That would be TERRIBLE!! Phew, thank Asgore that it won't be happening at all..

But at least he did find Horrors coffee shop, lil comfort place (hopefully) for him

[chrswlls]

Hi. It's me again. I hope my interest doesn't scare you off. Again asking for headcanons, but about specific characters. Alex and Jeremy, Boseman/Alex. (I'm thinking of writing something, but it's not going anywhere 👉👈).

What about Alex and Jeremy in a friendly way? Yes, I'm really waiting for a your post about them, but I want to share my headcanons. These two could become friends, where Jeremy might occasionally cross paths at a cafe (Alex will buy Jeremy a sandwich, heehee) with Alex and catch a slight "hitchhiker effect" where a stranger wants to talk about intimate things. Jeremy speaking. It's not a conversation about everyday life or family. It's personal, about what's going on in the country.

And Jeremy after every such meeting thinks why the hell he said so much, but at the same time he becomes calmer that at least someone knows and understands what he feels, without unnecessary words.

(You can't tell Jenny that, she'll either laugh or say, "Stop grumbling, just relax.")

Alex because of his job and natural observation (looking at other people's faces every day and they reactions) can give out in the spirit with a sneer "I see you every day, do you really think you can fool me? You can fool yourself, but not me." This is without aggression. It's my personal headcanon that Alex can be trusted like this way.

A quiet friend who is always out of the way but close at the same time. "Friends" where one knows everything and the other only knows at most his name and job. I think they are similar both in their "unsociability" and a kind of loneliness, their misunderstanding by others because of their peculiarities. My little silly headcanons, of course.

Thank you for your attention! Have a nice day

hai anon ^^ sorry this is severely late (and the other headcanons post may take a while) i jist had things happen this week

I have a lot to say about Alex and Jeremy so I'll talk aboout Alex/Boseman first. I could make multiple posts about them honestly it's a great pair next to Alex and Sam xd Honesty despite the work positions and power dynamic I like how they seem to become close by the finale. At least that's what Boseman may think. It's funny how it looks like Boseman is pining while Alex is oblivious lol but obviously they both can't act upon those thoughts in canon. Which is fine. At least it doesn't have to be THAT serious in fanon lol. My version of Alex reciprocates the wacky energy and makes a great dynamic with the boss and I say this as a harcore Alex/Sam fan xD (would be nice if we got a lighthearted fic between the two for once tho) (or any lighthearted fanfic about Alex in general they always suffer in fanfiction omg ^^"")

Anyways i think your take on Alex and Jeremy's potential friendship seems plausible actually :3 i can see them pass by each other and maybe talk about the actually interesting things in their lives. Jeremy would be surely interested as to how the Dave to Janitor pipeline went lol.

I think they could be close in a sense that they can keep each other's secrets and rely on the other as a last resort even though they don't interact much. It's especially funny because while Jeremy will only know to learn about small bits of Alex's life, Alex sees him everyday through the screens and takes in how he acts, whats been happening as if they were friends.

Im really interested about this part though: what if Alex was politically biased? I'm sure a neutral Alex would get along with Jeremy well. But a Pro-Advance Alex would definitely sour his view of them after a while, no? It makes my previous statement even more jarring for Jeremy. Alex surveills his moments and might potentially use the rushes against him. It's an interesting dynamic. The famous trusted news anchor is under the control of an unknown, quiet character. Even if it isn't friendship, it's still intetrsting.

My version of Alex doesn't speak unless spoken to but is the type of introvert to get really loud once you get to know them lol they're a menace and I see their dynamic with Jeremy as more fueled by gossip than anything personal. I read a fanfic once about how Jeremy thanks Alex for putting up with everything after the Finale and I think the dynamic fits any version of Alex kind of lol

Anyways thanks for the ask and the chance to share these thoughts tee hee ^^ and as for that post, I'll summarize it a little bit: I think Alex admires Jeremy and specifically the way he's so much more professional than the other repprters but still manages to keep his mischevious opinionated behavior xD and at the very least he's respectful with his co workers. while Patrick is the person Alex hates for potential jealousy reasons, I like to think Jeremy is the kind of person Alex looks up to and always aspired to be. Anyways loll thanks again ^-^

[hellokittyballsack]

WAIT. DO U ALSO HC DRIX AS TRANSFEM. OR AM I. LOSING MY MIND.

I DO IN A WAY ? ITS COMPLEX SORRY

i dont like labels but i do refer to drix as she/her because i see her motherly love and gentle soul that she carries around on her sleeve. i love her sm... ARGHH also i love ur pfp

(im gonna use this opportunity to rant about labels since i was looking for an opportunity to share this somewhere NOT MAD AT U OR ANYTHING LOL TLDR: hairy balding cis men are beautiful women the way they are ♥️ masculinity can be feminine vice versa if you let it be🖖)

you can skip blue text and just read the green part, blue's more of a personal experience laadeedaa!!

🔻🔻🔻🔻🔻🔻🔻🔻🔻🔻🔻🔻🔻🔻🔻🔻

with a lot of my fav cis male characters i tend to slowly start calling them she/her the more i love them, dont really know why but i think thats just me projecting since im a trans man so i cant really enjoy femininity authentically, yknow? (or the way i want to) ide get misgendered since the body i was born with is "female" or "feminine". 🍅 🍅 🍅

plus im almost certain if i was somehow flipped and born a cis man ide still end up transitioning(not medically but thats a personal thing) and then yearning for masculinity, simply because i hate how these bodies limit the perception people have of me. i want to be my own person, identify as me first, not to have my label define me or my identity for that matter bc identity is SO much more complex than just one word.

its like Ying Yang but sadly i cant ever be a true neutral because that would mean dressing androgynous which i cant do because me, dressing androgynous, would just be a boyish girl. and me dressing masculine would get the results of "being seen as androgynous" because of how my body is naturally. but is that fair at all? so the only thing i can do to be seen as masculine is to medically change my body? ☹️

and i dont want to be seen as androgynous either at all, i love my male identity, dont love what comes with it but love it. and want to be perceived as masculine, ..but being androgynous is the only way you can build up your identity on your own without someone viewing you with a gender filter on their glasses.(sorry for the shit metaphor) and after people find out whats in your pants they will immediately talk to you differently and that SUCKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! if i want to put on a dress that doesnt make me a woman or a feminine man, let me enjoy this dress, masculine-ly ‼️‼️🤲 PLEASE

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(⚠️this isnt relative to the asked question as explained prior, use labels all you want guys but know its okay if someone doesnt use labels ect ect. just explaining the jist here quickly⚠️) sometimes people use labels to put others into boxes and focus on "whats womanly" / "whats manly" --- so its difficult to have people respect your identity while "breaking the rules" (their rules) of said identity. aswell as people focusing on the physical. (body and such) rather than finding beauty in feminine and masculine features you have without that lowering your validity of said identity. this being said that usually happens in heteronormative spaces BUT it occasionally slips in into the lgbtq community.

masculinity can be femininity vice versa, its not just black and white 🫂 body hair can be both for example, even in "masculine" areas, it still can be feminine. and that should go for any body part, clothes, action, interest or anything for that matter ♥️♥️

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like with peter strahm from Saw (aswell as mark hoffman) thru months of writing scenarios between them and my brainrot i now see them as the most beautifully gorgeous women and that includes all their hairy appendages. that doesnt necessarily mean i headcanon them as transfem, i see their "male" bodies to be the peak of feminine beauty, as well as their masculinity. i mean that i dont "genderbend" them and turn them into cis women, and i dont add or take away from the original character, longer hair or a sudden change of clothes, or trans scars even though im trans myself and will probably end up with such scars (in a perfect world i would be seen as male with or without boobs) theyre perfect the way they are and i love them dearly oh so much 🫂🫂🫂🫂....(not saying its bad to do any of that, live your truth) i may draw them wearing dresses or lipstick time to time but thats not what defines their identity as women, who says theyre 100% only women either fuck it lets go full genderqueer!! theyll never be cis women yes, but thats not what my goal is at all. trans love everybody ♥️ transexual pride!! ♥️♥️(and even if you dont identify as trans but still arent cis ♥️♥️youre valid however you feel, whenever ⭐) But that doesnt mean i headcanon them as trans also, theyre them, and i want to see them shine, not being shadowed by a label or limited by one, that goes for Drix too. that doesnt mean im against such label, though theres really no way of explaining without it SOUNDING like i am, go fuckall with your headcanons imagination is free!!!! just labels arent for me AND THATS OKAY

theyre all my girls who are boys who are girls MUAH 💋

[dumbstuffsstuff]

I’m Fine! || Lee!Kaveh (Genshin Impact)

Note: I have a new hyperfixation for this ship so I may be posting content of them for a bit. Anyways enjoy this drabble!! Always apologizing for spelling errors or typos, i’m really bad at typing \(T<T)/

Lee!Kaveh

Ler!Al-Haithem

Summary: Al-Haithem is worried that Kaveh got badly injured during an outing, and in his attempt to help, finds an interesting thing about Kaveh.

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Kaveh and Alhaitham were battling a few dangerous creatures on the grassy field that happened to be a fairly small cliff that peered over the river. While the scribe was handling one creature, Kaveh managed to be cornered by two, who ended up shoving him down the cliff. Kaveh rolled through palms and shrubs and landed in the water, where he lay on his back and let his slight embarrassment fade before the scribe would go to get him.

“Kaveh!”

“Ugh… I’m good,” Kaveh gave Alhaitham a thumbs up as he sat up in the shallow water of the river in Sumeru. He held his aching back and pressed his fingers against his head to sooth the dizziness. He didn’t seem too hurt besides small cuts and bruises.

“Are you sure you’re alright?” Alhaitham asks in his normally inanimated voice, but there’s a hint of concern that is audible. To save his pride, Kaveh shrugs as if nothing had even happened.

“I just tripped, not a big deal.”

“You fell off of a cliff.”

Kaveh blushes, “They pushed me off!”

“Let’s go home and rest now,” Alhaithem lends a hand, but Kaveh scoffs.

“I told you I’m fine, I don’t need help,” Kaveh attempts to rise on his own, but a sharp pain occurs at his ankle and shoots through his entire nervous system, causing him to grunt and fall back down, gripping his ankle.

“Kaveh, you’re injured! Come on, let me see.”

“I think I sprained my ankle.”

“Then let’s go, you can’t continue this journey like that,” Alhaitham pulls Kaveh off the ground. He wraps Kaveh’s arm around his shoulder to provide support.

“Thanks- HEY!” Alhaitham had easily scooped up his partner into his arms and continued walking home.

“Put me down! You don’t have to do all this.”

“It’s best not to apply any sort of pressure to an injury,” Even while concerned, it was still easy to hear the teasing in his tone.

“I don’t want people to see me like this!”

“You’ll be alright. We’re almost there.”

~

Alhaitham sets Kaveh on the couch, propping his injured ankle on some pillows and retrieved a medical kit.

After first patching up the cuts Kaveh had, Alhaitham began to wrap his ankle in bandages.

“Ouch! Watch it!”

“Sorry.”

Finally, the scribe finished bandaging his ankle, and Kaveh lay on the couch with his eyes closed. That is, until he was awakened by an unpleasant, tingling feeling on his other foot.

“W-What are you doing?!”

“I’m checking for other injuries. Just in case,” Alhaitham stroked and rubbed Kaveh’s other foot, unaware of the reaction it was causing his partner.

Kaveh covered his mouth with his hand and hugged his torso with the other. Alhaitham began massaged his two thumbs into the middle of his sole. Kaveh made a muffled noise, but hoped Alhaitham wouldn’t notice.

“Did that hurt?”

“N-No!” Kaveh attempted to pull his foot from his grip, visibly squirming a lot.

“Stop lying. You always say you’re fine when you’re not,” Alhaitham began feeling his foot more, making sure nothing was badly broken. This made Kaveh squeak, his shoulders shivering slightly.

“S-Stohop doing that! L-Lehet go!”

“Then tell me what’s wrong?”

“Nohohothing!” Kaveh squeezes his sides, revealing his smile.

“Why are you laughing?” Alhaitham asks, slightly frustrated at the architect’s lack of cooperation.

“Behecause-!” Kaveh’s face flushes and he can’t seem to state the reason. Eventually, Alhaitham gets the jist, smirking slightly.

“I see,” Alhaitham switches to spidering his sole lightly, causing Kaveh to giggle more.

“AH! Ahahaha!! S-Stohop that! You’re dohoing it on purpose!” Kaveh tries to kick his foot free.

“You never told me you were ticklish,” Alhaitham teases, ignoring the blonde’s complaints, “don’t move so much. You’ll hurt your self even more.”

“Thehehen stohoOHop tihickling meheheEhe!”

“I’m not trying to, i’m just making sure you didn’t break anything.”

“Excuhuhuses!!” It’s true, it was obviously an excuse to tickle him, but he couldn’t pass the opportunity to see the blonde giggling like a child with a bright face and glistening tears. Alhaitham felt himself blushing too, so he retaliated with scribbling Kaveh’s toes.

“NOHOhohoho!! Nahahat TheheEHEere!! Plehehehease!!”

“Why not here? Does it hurt? Or maybe it tickles too much for you?”

“Shuhuhut uhuhup!!”

“That’s not nice,” Alhaitham uses two hands to scribble up and down Kaveh’s foot, poking at his toes as well. Kaveh’s squirming enhances, and he keeps trying to pull his foot away.

“NAHAhahahaha!! StOHohopp!” His giggles turned into laughter, but his laughter only made Alhaitham want to tickle him more. Finally, Kaveh pulled his foot away, so Alhaitham stood up and resulted to different measures.

“I’m not done examining you yet,” he flirts and goes to the opposite side of the couch, where he’s in reach of Kaveh’s upper body.

“NOooo! Alhaitham! I swear if you do!”

“What do you swear?” Alhaitham began drawing circles on the side of Kaveh’s ribs. Kaveh hugs himself.

“Ihihi wihill END yohohouu!!”

“Oh how terrifying.” Alhaitham digs his fingers into Kaveh’s ribs, the silky fabric of his shirt making him extra sensitive.

“EEP! AHAHlhaitham!! NOHOhohoho!! STOHOP! Ihit tihihihickles!”

“Does it? I had no idea,” Alhaitham’s lifeless tone made the teasing more flustering. Kaveh tried to pry the tickling fingers off of his torso, but Alhaitham just switched to his stomach instead, slipping his hands under his shirt.

“NOOHOHHO!!” Kaveh cries, “YOHOHOU CANT!”

“But I can~” Alhaitham scribbles the sides of his stomach, drags a finger across the bottom, and teases his navel. He constantly switches between soft tickles and more rough tickles. Both drive his roommate up the wall.

“WUAHAHAHAHAHA!! HAHAHAITHAM! STOHOhohohopp! EnohoHOHOUGH! GEHET OFF!”

“This must be a bad spot huh?”

“FOHOR THE LOVE OF CELESTIA SHUHUT UHUP! YOU-! YOU ASSHOLE!”

Suddenly the tickling stopped and Kaveh put his hands to his mouth, red faced and tears staining his cheeks.

“What did you call me?” Alhaitham’s eyes darkened and his straight face remained the same yet grew an entirely different expression.

“N-NOTHING! I-IM SORRY! I didnt mean that! I swear! Im sorry! It just slipped out!”

“So you wanna call me names, huh?”

“NO! I would never!”

“You’re not in a very good position to lie right now~” Alhaitham squeezes his hips.

“EEp! Haitham! N-Noho! Wahait! What are yohou doing?!”

“You asked for this.”

“What?!”

Alhaitham lifts his shirt to reveal his stomach, and Kaveh begs but his pleas go unheard.

“NOnonono! A-Alhaitham! NO! DONT!”

“PFFTTT!”

“NAAAHAHAHAHAHA!! HAHAITHAM! STOHOHOHOOPP! PLEHHEHEASE! NO MOHOHORE!”

“So ticklish.” Alhaitham grins.

“NOHOHO IM NOHOHTT!”

“You’re seriously denying it right now?”

“STAHAP IT!” Kaveh puts his hands over his blushy face.

“Nah,” Alhaitham blows another raspberry and Kaveh’s laughter turns squeaky.

“HEHEHE *hic* OHOKKAY! HAH *hic* NOHO! MORE! Plhehease!”

Alhaitham stops his attack, not wanting to kill the poor man.

“Sorry, I hope I didn’t make your injury hurt more. I forgot completely.”

“Ihit’s fine, I’m fine. You didn’t hurt me.”

“Then you enjoyed it?”

Kaveh blushes, “NO! It was horrible! Just wait until I can walk! Never do that again!”

Alhaitham chuckles at the scolding he gets from his roommate, and eventually it dies down and he lets the blonde rest on the couch.

~~

! aahhhh im so attached to them !

[sinukiyo]

Reading A Thousand and One Lifetimes Be Like

Hange: we're going on a camping trip 😆

Me: Why do I have a feeling that this camping trip is going to turn into a hostage situation?

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*Mikasa having AoT timeline flashbacks after staring at Eren until Sasha brings her back to reality*

Sasha: girl, you good?

Mikasa: yeah... just lost in thought....

Me: suuuuure honey

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Historia: aight I'm cashing in. I say we have a public kiss confirming the rumours of us dating.

Eren: Tf do you need a boyfriend for? Ain't you gay 🤨

Me: FINALLY SOMEONE ASKING THE QUESTION I'VE BEEN ASKING 😫

Historia:..... did Ymir tell you

Eren: Girl, please. I know a lot of things. You think my gaydar isn't tinkling? I just wanna know if you're really worth it coz I ain't gonna play these games with you. Now start talking.

Historia: ugh fine! What do you wanna know?

Eren: you can start with what the fuck happened to yo sister

Historia: HOW DID YOU-

Eren (not really lying): I have someone in yo daddy's estate giving me the tea

Historia: of course you do 🤦🏽‍♀️

Eren: also why me as a boyfriend. There are plenty of guys who practically drool over you, and I know for a fact that you ain't into me.

Historia: And what if I am into you...

Eren: Babes, why are we lying. We've already established that you swing anywhere but straight.

Historia: okay fine! My dad's homophobic and he's going to deport Ymir back to Marley if he finds out that her and I are dating!

Me: I KNEW IT. I KNEW IT WAS A PLOY TO KEEP HERSELF IN THE CLOSET. I wonder if Ymir is aware of this plan of hers coz this will hurt Ymir more than it will protect her.

Eren's thoughts: well if I do agree with this plan it might help with keeping Mikasa at a distance.

Me: aight. But don't get pissy and jealous when Jean decides to make his moves on yo girl cuh 😒

Eren: aight. I'll be you fake boyfriend.

Historia: awesome. My dad has Frieda. Once I find her, I'll be out of that estate for good

Me and Eren: FUCK YOU MEAN HE HAS FRIEDA 👁👄👁

*Historia spills the tea about her family's history, her past and history with Frieda leading up to her disappearance*

Me: ...are we sure that Frieda's still alive 👀

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*at the camping grounds setting up the tents*

Sasha: the boys stay on one side and girl on the other side. Not that I think anyone would sneak around to other people's tents coz rules. They have the teachers on patrol at night.

Me: pft! Imagine putting Levi on patrol making sure these kids aren't doing anything PG 13 😂

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*Jean and Mikasa finally have that talk about the almost kiss*

Jean: hey... um... I just wanna say I'm sorry... I shouldn't have assumed that... you know...

Mikasa: it's okay.... i jist don't think I'm ready for anything else.

Jean: I totally get you. I just don't want things to get weird between us. We're friends and I value that.

Me: OMG HE'S SUCH A GREEN FLAG

*Eren shows up in his jealous glory*

Jean: yeah imma bounce. Catch you later Mikasa. *pats her shoulder*

*Eren staring at the spot Jean touched Mikasa*

Me: bro. You agreed to be Historia's fake boyfriend to keep Mikasa at a distance! Pick a struggle 😭

Eren: Levi told me to tell you that you're competing

Mikasa: okay? I wanna throw hands with mofos who ain't you

Eren: please. You can hardly beat me

Me: are you sure about that 👀

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That's all for this week's recap. See you in the next one 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

The end???? FOUL😭😭😭

[jackandthevoidstriders]

Greenie..?

Alright, there's a lot to say here. I'm really sorry that I'm dumping all of this on you, but you'll need to hear about it eventually.

After Henry got back from the war, he got into college and wrote that book that the other voice mentioned as his master's thesis, named it "The Joy of Creation". It's about souls connection with machines and stuff, I honestly don't fully understand it, sorry. Got a doctorate, got that doctorate revoked, and started up a traveling circus where he probably started killing people. He met Dave there, one of the people who killed the voidstrider you were stuck in. More specifically, the purple one.

Dave started following the circus, and once it got shut down, helped Henry start up a restaurant chain called "Fredbear's Family Diner". By now, he started manipulating Dave and had him help him kill three kids. Two to put their souls into the animatronics, and the third for basically no reason. He got that third kid's soul into a puppet he made, and pinned all three murders on the nightguard, who was bleeding out in the back, stuck in a springlock suit, which is an entire fucked up death trap made by Henry that was part of the animatronics. Said nightguard was also the orange one who was fighting you, his name's Jack. He ended up being revived by like.. the god of childhood? Except his soul had already left his body? Long story.

After that, he went over to a competing restaurant chain, Freddy Fazbender's, and to make sure Fredbear's didn't get shut down, he killed five kids there. At some point he tried to frame Dave for the murders, attempting to kill him with an aforementioned springlock suit, which was rigged to malfunction. However, Dave repossessed his body, and Henry decided to start experimenting on him to see how far he'd go to stay with him.

After that, things stayed the same with what they were doing for a while. A fuck-ton of kids were killed at both Freddy's and Fredbear's. Things only really changed after he decided to abandon Dave, he kept killing kids at Freddy's for a while, trying to make some kind of machine to be able to travel to another dimension basically. He didn't ever finish that though- Jack's soul attacked him, but didn't actually kill him. Instead, he was held prisoner in the void for 40 years or so, Jack freeing the souls that he trapped in reality in that time.

A lot of stuff happened in that time too, but for now I'm going to stick to the topic of Henry. In late 2023, the five that Henry sent the voidstriders to try to kill all came together to try to kill him for good, and they partially succeeded I think? I'm not completely sure of how he became whatever he is now, but until his eye was put into Jack's body, he wasn't actually very sentient. And now we're here, trying to take down the other voidstriders and Henry. Hopefully for good this time.

I think that was basically everything? I'm really sorry- this is a lot to take in. If you have any questions, I'll try my best to answer them. -🍀

[He tunes in and out of what you’re saying.. but he gets the jist.]

“Jeez, the big man was up to a lot, huh? … You better not talk this much that often.”