#thank you!!! really thought provoking questions lmao

[eggmixercortex]

helloo! 3, 8, 28 for the artist art game! 🌼

hello!! o/

3. What ideas come from when you were little?

when i was a kid i was totally obsessed with making 'card games' and 'bestiaries' of creatures (usually dragons) kind of like the dragon pages in the original how to train your dragon books. i think a lot of that has stuck with me in regards to how i approach world building and the concepts that come to me (i.e. i come up with a character or beastie before a story). also the gods system i have in most of my works, the ninth and the first, was something i came up with at i want to say around 13 or 14? obviously its very different now but the basis is mostly the same...

8. What's an old project idea that you've lost interest in?

oh god. i lose interest in so much so frequently its a problem LOL but relevantly to this blog i was working on a trigun animatic in march that i planned and sketched out before i lost the spark. some of the frames from that are actually pretty cool... aside from that honestly i pick up and drop projects like im rock hunting at a beach whoopsies ':]

28.Any art events you have participated in the past (like zines)?

not a damn one haha i cant imagine myself being able to do that sort of thing... on top of being way too nervous to post jack fuck shit of my work pretty much until i started this blog last year im also not very confident in my work overall and struggle a whole lot with doing art in a setting that feels like 'work' with a deadline etc. also, most zines ive seen have been the aftermath of money laundering or just general implosions of the artists and planners. which seems. unpleasant...

[rosemarie333]

Astro Observations/Opinions (Tropical Edition Part Three 🌎)

Hello! Thank you for the support of my previous posts! I love all the comments and questions🫶🏾

These are based on my perspective of placements and signs, so take what resonates and leave what doesn’t🫶🏾 I’d love to hear y’all’s take as well!

Now let’s get started 😝

1. If you ever meet someone with nice and long healthy hair THEY prob have a great sun placement or have leo placements (could also have a good mars placement as well). gets compliments on their hair and it’s super big as well😋😩

2. Malefic or Harsh planets in the 3rd house (mars, saturn, chiron, lilith, and pluto) speak your truth because no matter what you can’t always please others and you shouldn’t hold your truth close to your heart because you deserve to share it to the world. Chappell Roan has both moon and pluto in the 3rd house and all homegirl said was “please stop harassing me and my family” and people were acting like she said something politically incorrect lol. Buttttt your words do have a lot of power😗

3. Sag mars are the type to push your buttons and then leave the scene when you explode LMAO idk but some sag placements be saying anything for a reaction at times like😀😀

4. Venus in the 12th 🫱🏻‍🫲🏿 not seeing your beauty even tho y’all be the baddest in the room 🥺 12th house really makes the perception of themselves seem very foggy I’ve heard

5. Libra placements or venus dominance🫱🏻‍🫲🏿 having a fat ass, Cancer placements or moon dominance 🫱🏻‍🫲🏿 being voluptuous like aphrodite, sag placements or jupiter dominance 🫱🏻‍🫲🏿 having the thickest thighs ever lol watch out if you get kicked by a sag there the centaur for a reason (legs be strong asf LMAO) *having the planets in your first house too gives that vibe

6. Lilith in the 1st house, 10th house, and 11th house 🫱🏻‍🫲🏿 getting talked about wherever you go and provoking people for NO reason

7. having 6th house placements 🫱🏻‍🫲🏿 loving fitness (capricorn’s are that way as well)

8. fixed dominance 🫱🏻‍🫲🏿 taking years to get over a situation (yes even aquarius placements), mutable dominance 🫱🏻‍🫲🏿 taking a day to get over a situation LMAO

9. neptune, pluto, venus or mercury in the 5th house people YALL ARE SO FUCKING creative, if y’all ain’t using your creativity and instead are replacing it with more logical ideas it can be draining because of how creativity is such a great outlet for yall. i recommend doing anything out of the box because when doing so it keeps the fire ignited in you guys🫶🏾 (12th house placements are creative asf too imo) even you guys with saturn or chiron, y’all don’t suck at being creative, you guys need to be around people and situations that invoke it out of you and learn how to get better using and being creative with time (per saturn)

10. Venus in pisces people, venus aspecting neptune, neptune in the 5th or 7th can really imagine the person they like to be someone there not. neptune can really fogg you guys perception of the person which allows so much resentment and anger later on because once the rose colored glasses is off y’all are like 😀 and it’s a completely diff person then who you thought they were. take your time, be patient but work on seeing people for who they are rather than what YOU want them to be (bc it hurts y’all in the long run and I DONT WANNA SEE MY PISCES HURT) and y’all intuition about y’all’s partners be ON POINT TOO if you listen to it🫶🏾

11. leo and scorpios are so much more similar than they think lol. they both esp when in the lower energy can operate off of ego and both can have a “me me me” type energy. scorpios really can hold onto resentment and past pain which then they can turn into fuck everyone else and then focus on THEY want which can hurt others in the process🥺, but leo’s do the same in a way that they are prideful and doesn’t want to admit that they aren’t the best at times. they both have a me vs the world attitude imo😭 but both in a chart? POWERFUL PERSON 😝

12. libra rising are all over the place at times and i wonder why (having every planet in their sisters sign house 😭😭😭 if there was a debilitated rising it would be in libra LMAO)

13. Saturn, Mars, Lilith, Pluto, or Chiron in the 11th🫱🏻‍🫲🏿 being constantly betrayed and bullied by friend groups and or being seen as an outcast for no reason 😭

14. Scorpio risings (pluto in the 1st or pluto aspecting your ascendant) please get a hold of your staring problem because i guarantee you one glance you give someone for longer than 5 seconds they feel y’all laser stare LMAO (no scorpio rising cant get away with their stare IMO)

15. Aquarius risings i’m so jealous YALL can look good in any fucking thing😩😩😩😩 like y’all can walk out with a trash bag dress and i’m not kidding everyone would be like 📸📸📸

Thank you for reading! 🫶🏾

[lovelykhaleesiii]

I know it's been done quite a bit but

Soft!dom Aemond please? Modern or canon era your choice ❤️ maybe some degradation???

is there really any limit to soft!dom Aemond tho? I hope you enjoy this nonnie xx apologies me writing smut is so shit, I wish you guys could just see what I see (that sounds weird but you get me) !!!

Serve Me.

PAIRING: Aemond Targaryen x Servant!fem!Reader

WORDS: 3,477.

WARNINGS: soft!dom Aemond, degredation kink, p in v sexual intercourse, swearing, fingering, hint of power kink/dynamics.

A/N - I left this in the HOTD universe, but please feel free to request for a modern AU version / HC :) BIG BIG THANK YOU to my soulmate @sahvlren for helping me to jump start this, I was experiencing terrible writer's block and my main girl pulled through. I love you baby <3 sorry if there are mistakes, I'll edit tomorrow LMAO but enjoy this heinous writing for now x

Aemond Targaryen, the notorious one-eyed Prince, was an enigma to many... Including yourself. You had only ever known him as your Lord or Grace, and you as his mere servant. Aemond scarcely spoke to you unless to give orders. Although from much close observation, you'd figured, he hardly spoke to anyone at all, unless to command or vex. His endearing silence, and impenetrable demeanour itself was quite intimidating, let alone the nobility and authority the young Prince possessed, did not help to ease your fears of the man.

Aemond often would use this to his advantage to seek out what he sought for, so you've heard.

You knew from your upbringing and low social standing, not to dare provoke such a man. Being trained the etiquette to serve and obey was all you'd known, and that would remain unchanged. Much to your oblivious nature, however, Aemond had been carefully watching you. He hadn't spotted you initially, amongst the servants that greeted him in the morrow, for it was difficult to decipher who from who, as you all moved about in haste and in identical, ragged uniforms. Yet the moment, you caught his eye, a yearning began to ignite in the pit of his stomach. With each passing day, of your close presence, this feeling began to stir into something more palpable. Whether it was the blatant vulnerability or the innocence in your eyes, [he had yet to determine] something about you had intrigued him to no end.

Not to mention, you were some sight for sore eyes...

In comparison, to most of his servants that he had been raised with, some far older than he and others not suited to his acquired tastes, you, you had captivated him. He had no idea where his mother had found you, and yet he never fathomed to question her decision. Aemond did also often prefer, if given the chance, to gather some background on servants, that had been newly entrusted to serve beneath him. He knew their day-to-day service would mean he'd be exposing himself to vulnerable situations, whether it be to help run a bath, attend to his wound care from training, or even so, if the Prince had fallen into illness [although rarely]... He refused to oblige in trusting others so lightly.

And yet, he made the exception with you. He wanted to directly hear your story from your own words, as he could envision your luscious mouth moving, forming the words as you spoke gently. In actuality, he'd only would’ve granted you the chance to speak so freely, for he knew you were just a helpless maid: he knew could easily overpower you, even if you foolishly attempted something... Aemond felt he could read you like a book, the evidence was blatantly obvious in your frightful, uneasy eyes. The way he gave you orders, he'd paid close attention to how often your eyes would dart and flutter to his voice, your body shuddering when nearby, unable to maintain even a minute of contact. It drove him wild, that he had such a profound affect on a woman. He could understand that perhaps it was an authorative play, and yet, he enjoyed it immensely. His curious mind often pondered over devious thoughts, endless possibilities of what other things he could compel you to do...

Attending to such time consuming, domestic duties, you'd often be accompanied with a few other maids or servants, although after some time, they began to disappear one by one, until only you were the only other being presenting yourself to Aemond in his chambers. It was only after you had questioned your fellow colleagues about there whereabouts after, that they'd openly disclosed, "the Prince has solely requested for you".

Gradually, you began to notice subtle changes in his routine. He would now often, or what you felt, was an attempt to delay your dismissal from his duties as much as possible. Spoling himself longer in your presence, if he had called you in initially for one thing, you'd end up having a thousand other tasks set to do, as he lurked on. During these moments, Aemond remained persistent in not talking, just observing you with a watchful eye, from a reasonable distance, as though not to pounce on his prey just yet...

Unlike his elder brother, Aemond refused to lower himself to such vile behaviours. There was no denying, if he wanted to, he could've easily forced himself onto you. Yet, was adamant to control his urges. Intending to take his sweet time with you, although that primal, almost animalistic part, was weaning less and less in patience. Whether he sat by the fire, immersed in some ancient text, or as he roamed by the windows and balcony of his quarters, he was always there, never ceaselessly leaving you alone. You could always sense his firm gaze subtly lingering over your body.

Now, he got bold...

As you tended to the adjusting the white, soft sheets on his king sized bed, as you did each morning, you’d heard the faint eerie creaking and sudden thud of the door shutting. Your attention snapped towards to see Aemond stood by the door, returning from his familial breakfast feast, watching you unfalteringly, before you refocused your attention to the task at hand.

He had never shut the door before... Always leaving it even just the slightest bit agape, it made it less daunting.

Trying desperately to avoid lurking towards his unnerving direction, you were oblivious to his faint footsteps creeping up behind, as the sheets rustled in your shaky grasp. You felt an instant, light graze against the tight, thick fabric of your waist, an arm snaking its way around, prompting you to straighten your posture up. Feeling his lean body against your frozen state, his firm grip felt incredibly tight around you, although bearable enough to breathe.

"Hmm, tell me who you are...Strange girl."

You remained silent, paralysed in both movement and speech, you felt your courage melt away, if there was even an ounce of it.

His hand that remained free, gently rubbing down the side of your clothed thigh, found its way, firmly clenched around your jaw. Guiding your face slowly towards his menacing gaze, his height over-towering you. Your teary eyes gradually wandered up to find the Prince looking hungrily down at you. You could feel him devouring you, just with his eye.

Qilōni issi ao? [Who are you?] He lowly growled, feeling the warmth of his breath against your tender, flushed cheek.

Pathetically whimpering out your name in a quiet stutter, caused the one-eyed Prince to grin. A wicked grin.

"Gevie hāedar [Beautiful girl]..."

You had no comprehension whatsoever of the meaning to his words, although you were wise enough to know the words he spat belonged to his Mother Tongue, remnants of Old Valyria.

Oddly enough, it sounded poetic to your foreign ear, how eloquently Aemond was able to pronounce the words, the way the words rolled off his tongue.

"You are going to listen to every word I say. If you disobey me, rest assured Y/N, you will be punished."

Again, you struggled to formulate the words nor found the pluck to speak. Simply nodding to his words, as he nudged your body to turn, now completely facing him.

Pathetic, the dreadful thought echoed in your mind... Aemond probably thought the same.

"Take off your rags, you filthy girl," His words spat like venom, and yet the devilish smirk on his face said other wise, as the young Prince found himself comfortably seated on his wooden chair by the fireplace.

Reluctantly your body obeyed, loosening the straps and ties of the run down dress you called uniform. Lost in your thoughts of what was to come next, you hadn't realised that you'd picked up speed, until Aemond uttered "slowly."

You paused for a mere few seconds, registering his words before realising that as the seconds zoned by, you'd given Aemond the faintest idea that you may have been refusing him.

As you hastily resumed, although this time taking extra caution in slowly removing each layer of fabric, you realised you that you did not consider to fight back.

You had heard of rumours, of many servants attempting to fight back against their higher class lieges, only to have either been dismissed, silenced or even some disappearing for good, especially those bestowed upon Aegon as servants. You heard no such accounts of this kind, relating to the Prince that you had served, and yet you so easily succumbed to this. Perhaps you were not as brave, as you had naively convinced yourself to be...

As you finished taking the last of your garments off, nervously standing bare naked in front of Aemond, your eyes reluctantly fell on him. You observed him watching you, relishing himself in the passing time, as he examined each crevice, detail and flaw etched to your body.

Say something, you desperately thought. What is it you wanted the Prince to say, you had not the faintest idea...

"Gevie [Beautiful]."

The foreign tongue yet again, cursed your ears, you remained clueless and at a loss to its meaning. Did he enjoy his view? Was he satisfied with how you were? Did he relish in stripping you bare of not only your rags, though of your dignity?

His stoic expression did nothing to relieve the tension, you could feel your breathing growing heavier, as your bare chest heaved deeply with each long breath.

Instinctively, your arms began to cross, folding over your front, you felt it did minimal help to maintain some last delusional thought of integrity that you'd had. Aemond immediately pounced off his seat, gracefully striding towards you in a few, short steps. There he stood, in all his clothed glory, as his rough, large hands reached over gripping your wrists as he guided your arms back down to your sides.

One hand released its grip over your wrist, reaching up as his palm lightly cupped your breast, his thumb gently stroking, flicking your sensitive nipple.

He was amused at how you winced under his touch, a blatant smirk on his face.

"Hmm-"

Slowly glancing up at Aemond, you could've sworn you saw the young Prince licking his lips lustfully, convinced that there was a slight possibility may-haps, he was satisfied with the sight before him.

"Lay on the bed."

"Yes, your Grace," You softly whipped back, in a timely manner and without much consciousness to your words.

As you were about to turn to kneel yourself into the bed, his grip on your wrist tightened once more, this time tugging you aggressively, as you felt your body pull to face him, in a swift reaction.

"No, 'your Grace'-" He mimicked, in his same, deep tone.

"Just...Āeksio [Master]."

Repeating his words mentally, you were smarter than to dare question Aemond again, not inclined to vex him in the slightest.

Y-Yes... Āeksio" You anxiously stutter. That familiar, devilish grin reappearing on his chiseled face, almost amused by your poor attempt of a pronunciation of his Mother Tongue. He should be insulted, not amused, you figured. Yet you obediently stammered onto the soft bed, sprawling yourself on the newly clean linen, your back towards the mattress, as your hands kept you propped up.

"Spread your legs."

Your breath got caught in your throat at his words, refusing to maintain eye contact, as Aemond unbuckled his coat and leggings. Your legs quivered with reluctance, and he had noticed your delay immediately.

"I said spread-"

Leaning himself forward on the thick mattress, his clenched fists keeping him balanced, his threatening gaze remained fixated on your, showing no signs of mercy or remorse for what he was capable of. He'd exhaled a deep sigh, almost signalling a refusal to jest with commands longer, your legs began to slowly part in distance, exposing your bare cunt to the Prince.

"Do not dare to test my patience ever again, disobedient girl."

You responded, whimpering with a nod, sensing hot tears pooling in corner of your eyes, desperately trying to hold them back. One escaped, streaming down your blushed cheek, as Aemond removed his shirt and leggings completely. Now the Prince, just as bare as you, except for the remaining leather eye patch, his body was as you had imagined it, even more perfect in reality.

Chiseled and lean, his muscles prominent from the long days of training had paid off. The appealing sight before you, acted as a distraction to the situation at hand.

"Hmm-" Aemond lowly growled, as he steadily kneeled over the bed now on all fours, his attention spanning from your face to your cunt.

"I own this cunt, just like I own you..Ñuhon [Mine]."

Without a minute to spare, he crawled himself closer, his head hovering above your lower abdomen, as one arm wrapped beneath your tender thigh, tensing under his grip, he pulled your thigh further apart. His other free hand slowly reached towards your entrance, the cold tips of his long fingers, gently tracing over your moist folds. A tingle coursed through between your thigh, his thumb swiping over the skin.

"So you are wet for me? And I haven't even started... My pathetic, innocent girl."

"M-Master- Àeksio-" You squeaked urgently, remembering his command.

"Please, I-I am just here to serve you, b-bid me leave and I shall not tell a living soul."

Immediately, Aemond shot his eyes up at you, and he was far from impressed. Fury streaked across his face, he looked even more forbidding than initially, if it was even possible, his eye slightly squinting as though in shock that you'd even attempt to bargain for freedom.

He exchanged no words, only hastily shoving two, long fingers into your cunt, without even a merciful warning. You could feel his fingers, slowly swirling between your folds, circulating in sensual slow movements, before he began to found some pace, thrusting them in and out.

"A-Aemond-"

"Insolent girl, you were doing so well taking orders. And now that you've given in to me, you've lost all your senses.”

His fingers began to pace faster, although now he added an extra digit, widening your entrance even more, as your wetness began to pool, lubricating your cunt and inner thighs.

As you pleaded for Aemond to stop, refocusing your attention from the stony ceiling, to his handsome face, that wicked smile was once again, struck beaming up at you. This time he even let out a sinister chuckle, amused at how effortlessly your body caved under his touch.

Instantly pulling all three fingers out, his hand had been coated in a viscous clear-white film, eyeing his glazed fingers hungrily, Aemond looked to you menacingly, before lapping your sweetness with his tongue.

"Hmm-" He moaned, closing his eye for a split second as he took the time to savour the taste.

"Just as I thought... Delectable."

Wiping away the last remnants of your taste from his lips, Aemond relished in the moment. His eye fixated on you, he began to crawl himself up closer, your faces now only inches apart, as his fingers reached for your cheek, grazing your soft skin before combing back the mottled strands of your hair.

"Beautiful."

His word nor did his tone feel venomous, you earnestly stared at Aemond, as your eyes scanned over his features in greater depth. You'd never been this close to the Prince, and you'd been working with him for months now. His healed scar now peaked your intrigue, instinctively, your hand reached over cautiously, as though not to startle him, although more as a precaution for you.

Your fingers gently traced over the prominent, scarred line down beneath the patch, careful not to provoke any potential pain, as Aemond had initially winced beneath your touch, only to gradually lean into you.

"Are you frightened by it?" Aemond uttered, almost in a sorrowful tone.

"No, Āeksio."

"Are you disgusted by it?" He once more woefully questioned, his eye yearningly lingered over your lips, his thumb tracing over your bottom lip.

"No," You softly whispered, still reluctant out of fright to speak.

"Where have you been, you."

Hastily he removed his eye patch, flinging the material to the floor, revealing a mesmerising blue, sapphire gem stone carved perfectly, in place of his lost eye. You were not startled at all, although enthralled. And he had acknowledged your response pleasantly. Without a second to spare, Aemond found himself plummeting his lips down against yours, in a passionate kiss. His heavier mass weighing down ontop of you, caused you to lay back completely on the bed for support. His tongue slipping into your mouth, exploring and swirling inside, as his semi-hard cock weighed atop of your lower abdomen just above your cunt.

His breathing became slower and heavier, unable to take breaths in between, similarly your chest began to heave against his, your breasts caressing, pushing in towards his lean chest, as your back gracefully arched.

Your legs instinctively began to pull apart once more, as he adjusted himself below, feeling his throbbing cock, pulsating against your sensitive spot. His lips finally left yours, as he left a wet trail against your soft skin, trialling down the crook of your neck, to your breasts. His hands gripped to your wrists, as he pulled your arms overhead, pinning you down,one hand freed itself, reaching down below as he gripped at his hard cock, causing him to moan, he positioned himself at your entrance, adjusting himself to plunge in, before taking one final glance at you.

That was his warning.

His cock felt long and girthy, as he shoved himself in, your walls stretching to fit his pleasurable mass and length. It hurt, for this was the first time you had laid with a man, unimaginably, it also happened to be the Prince of the Seven Kingdoms. And yet, it felt so wildly right. An electrifying jolt coursed through your body, although it was tolerable and became enjoyable the more time you spent immersed to this new sensation.

"A-Aemond-" You breathlessly moan, a satisfied look appearing on Aemond's face, as he watched you intently from above, your reaction to his movements: causing you to arch once more, bucking your hips upwards as your face turned up towards the ceiling in retaliation.

"So needy for me, needy for your Prince. You'd be nothing without me, no one."

"Y-Yes-" You agreed bashfully, although at this point you'd agree to anything Aemond proclaimed, so long as he kept this steady and slow pace up.

"Such a needy whore, Y/N. My needy whore, who takes such good care of her Prince."

"Y-Yes, I forever w-will."

His thrusts became faster and he kept steady at it, his endurance was unfaltering [you'd come to be most thankful to all the years of training he endured]. His groans and growls became louder and more frequent, as your walls clenched tighter, feeling more of your warm cum coating his cock inside, oozing from your entrance coating your thighs and his balls.

"Forever mine. You belong to no one else-" He grunted, struggling speak in coherent sentences as he tried to manage his breath.

"Understood?"

No response. This only infuriated him once more, causing his grip on your wrist and one on your waist, keeping you planted, to tighten, as he squeezed firmly for your attention.

"Yes, Āeksio! Yes!" You delightfully cried out, reaching your climax.

A few long minutes went by, and Aemond felt himself releasing his cum inside of you, a breath of relief escaping his mouth, grunting in pleasure, as his grip still remained firm on you.

"Fuck, now you are definitely mine."

You knew the potential consequences, although in the moment you could not fathom nor consider what may occur. You were concentrating on your breathing, just as Aemond was, relinquishing you from his claim, pulling his cock out carefully, he hastily stood himself up out of bed, reaching for some sheet, to clean himself.

"If the Gods be good, you'll carry my child. Bastard or not, you are mine, regardless."

Your breathing now steady, you felt your sweaty body cooling in the air, as the rush had settled, nodding to Aemond's words, although it still felt more like commands.

"Wh-Whhat will the others think of me? What excuse shall I say? Your Mother, the Queen, what will she say if-" You worryingly stutter, as your consciousness begins to return, seating yourself up, as you shakily wrap the dampened sheet around your naked body, still petrified of Aemond's judgement.

"These matters must not concern you anymore, Y/N. I will see to take care of it myself. Your only duty remains the same, to serve me faithfully."

You simply nod against Aemond's words, as he wipes himself with a wet cloth at the basin set by his table. His leggings now on, he remained but shirtless, walking back over towards you, as he comfortably seated himself down beside you. He brings forth a wet cloth to your forehead, wiping away the sweat beads. Lustfully, he gazes over you, a genuine, heartfelt smile on his face, before he succumbed to planting a small, soft kiss on your clean forehead, before refocusing his attention on you.

"Understand this, you belong to no one, Y/N. You will continue to serve me, as I see fit. In return, I will take care of you... Alas, as I see fit."

[bsgpiece]

Really enjoy reading your thoughts and seeing your artwork on SaNami moments. You capture them so well! I'm sure you get plenty of these kinds of questions so apologies for asking about another one.

What are your thoughts about a SaNami marriage proposal and how do you think it would happen?

Finally I got to answer this question!!! It took me months because I really couldn't decide how it would be. I'm so sorry! First of all thank you so much for saying this, it means a lot to me!!! Hope you like this post as well!

Here goes my thoughts about it... Warning for a VERY LONG post! (Almost a fanfic lol)

Sanji always wanted to marry Nami. Ever since he first saw her! Even more after they shared their feelings for each other, their first kiss...

They weren't even together yet when he bought the ring he would use to propose to her. They had stopped by an island famous for their diamonds, and when he was going to buy supplies, he saw that ring on a jewelry shop.

He just knew Nami-san would love it (he was actually lucky he found it before her, otherwise she would have already stolen it lmao), just didn't know when to give it to her. It had to be on a very special ocasion.

Time passes, the special ocasion never seemed special enough. Deep down he knew it was a engagement ring and it would only suit for a proposal... and then, they got together. Like, all his dreams became true. He could finally ask her to marry him, right?

Could he? Should he? Was he actually enough to give Nami all the wonders she deserved?

It's been some time since he last doubted his value that much. He learned his lesson in WCI, but... would Nami want to spend the rest of her life with him? Because that's what marriage means to him. Could he actually make her happy for that long?

On the other side, Nami always new, deep down, that a relationship with Sanji would last as long as she wanted. She had that kind of power over him, but more importantly, she was completely in love with him. Being with Sanji just gave her that comfort of knowing she would never be alone again, a feeling that she would be happy forever. Yes, forever. If it depended on her, their relationship would be for the rest of their lives.

She just didn't say these things out loud all the time. Nami just assumed, after such long time as nakamas, and then as lovers, Sanji knew this already.

Nami knew Sanji wanted to marry her. He always talked about growing old together, kids and family. But as time passes, she tought it was actually weird he never proposed.

She even started to doubt herself. What if Sanji didn't want to marry her afterall?! What if he didn't love her?

Yeah, no. That's silly.

There's got to be a reason. Nami swore to herself, after rescuing Sanji from WCI that she would not misread his feelings ever again. So she started to provoke him, once in a while showing him pictures of wedding dresses, talking about the married couples they met at islands and how it would be sweet to be like them... sometimes she would even say she always wanted to rob a engagement ring, but didn't have the opportunity.

And then.. she would observe his reaction.

Sanji got nervous a little everytime. However, she could see a spark in his eyes when he said no other woman would look as beautiful as she wearing those dresses... or that any life they chose would be the best, as long as they are together...

But then.. He would sometimes ask her if that's what she wanted. If she could she them together for that long when they saw old couples passing by... How perfect she was and how she deserved the best of the best forever.

And then it clicked her. Yeah, this time she read him well.

That damn traumatized man. How big of a idiot he was. How many times did she have to tell him she loved him? Nami even got a little angry when she realized he was actually insecure.

How can a man like him fight the worst enemies in the world without any fear of death, and at the same time be afraid of being rejected by a woman who openly said the loves him?!?!

Oh well. Guess she did had to give him a little push.

Sanji already planned a thousand times his proposal, but he would never think any of the possibilities were good enough. He was thinking so much about it, trying to get the courage to actually do it, that he would always carry the ring with him anywhere they go.

He never new when or if he would do it. He wanted so, so bad to ask her. He needed to.

One day the crew stopped by an isolated island. There were only a few small villages around, but the place was beautiful. One of the most amazing beaches they ever saw.

Before Sanji could think of anything, Nami asked him to take her on a walk at the beach on sunset. Of course he said yes with big heart eyes.

The crew were all exploring the island while they went the other side, walking by the sand till they were distant enough not to be seen.

Sanji was not prepared by how beautiful Nami looked (he never was). She was wearing a simple, yet gorgeous, green dress. He could see she even put on a little make up. This was an actual date, he thought.

Nami hold his hand really tight, she knew this was her chance to tell him what he needed to hear. This time she was the one who felt nervous.

Nami stopped walking and stared deep into Sanji's eyes for a while, without saying anything. She had planned telling him how she valued him and how she wanted to be with him till her final days. However, when she was about to say anything, she notice Sanji's hands trembling while holding hers.

He started to caress both her hands and looked down at them, avoiding her eyes for a few seconds.

What a big idiot he was.

He knew Nami better than any man ever could.. He connected the dots... Sanji glared back at her, he sensed her uneasiness. How could he doubt himself so much he let her realize that and want to reassure him?

He always admire how smart and determined Nami was. Why would he doubt her decision to be with him?

Suddenly a wave of courage overflowed him, and Sanji got on one knee right in front of her.

He never been so scared in his life, but if he was to be rejected, it better be after actually having the guts to ask her, right?

Nami froze for a second. She was planning on giving him a little push, but she never thought he would actually... propose?! Not that she didn't want it. She never got so many butterflies in her stomach like in that moment. How did he know what she was going to say? Was that observation haki?

Before she could think anything further, he slowly let go one of her hands and got something on his pocket.

Wait, did he actually had a ring all this time?! How didn't she notice? She wasn't the catbuglar she once was... erm, not that it mattered now. She quickly paid attention to him again.. and damn. He opened that little box and showed the most beautiful ring she ever saw in her life (and no one knew about jewelry like she did).

Sanji slowly started to speak, his voice trembling a little.

"N-Nami-san... I'm sorry I took so long to finally do this...

I love you more than anyone or anything in this world. I don't know if I'll ever be enough for you, or if I'll be able to give everything you deserve in this life... But I swear making you happy is and will always be my priority. Even though I'm a big fool...

Will you marry me?"

Damn right you're a fool. She already forgot about the ring while looking into his eyes while he spoke. She couldn't contain her smile.

Finally, she thought.

"Yes, I will."

She said, very affirmative, so he wouldn't misheard it.

His eyes widened, like he wouldn't believe what she just said. In seconds, he couldn't even see her straight for how many full of tears his eyes were.

"R-really? Am I really worth of... of spending the rest of my life with you?"

She sighed. Eyes also tearful.

"Of course, you idiot."

I don't even have to say they hugged and kissed right after!

That day the Thousand Sunny had one of it's biggest parties.

About the wedding itself, let's talk about it some other day!

If you got till here, hope you enjoyed it.

I would love to hear everyone thoughts!!! 🧡💙

[elderwisp]

Asking simblr storytellers; Do you have OCs that you think would be friends with another storyteller’s OCs? **Feel free to spread the ask around, as I’m only sending to some stories I personally read!

OK ! I've sat with this question a bit and pieced together some thoughts so,,,

@dejasenti99 Eros and Atlas

(also go and look at this amazing render by Deja)

Ok SO ! From the lore I've gathered about Eros as well as who Atlas is as a person, I think they would get along in the ways that they know. Atlas is a bit of a chameleon in the sense that he will purposefully adjust himself around others to please them. He's aware that he allows people to tell him what to do and probably wouldn't practice much restraint if Eros asked him to do something. Neither of them like their dads and although I couldn't imagine it being something they'd bond over, I know being around someone who has those intense emotions makes him feel at ease,,, whatever that means to Atlas lmao. Lastly, I feel like they would both know how to have a great time, maybe see who can outlast the night,,, (Spoiler it's not Atlas!)

OH AND ! I read somewhere that he sounds like Provoker, I know Atlas would enjoy listening to him perform very much ! Eros is certainly a compelling character and I am so curious to see where his story will take him muehehe

Thank you for this ask! It was really cool to formulate some thoughts over people's OC's!

[icharchivist]

oh shit wait, dgm250 reactions up

-this is such a cool design from the mind of the problem twins i love it

-I've been saying for YEARS that i didn't believe Allen to be the heart, even when Apo started to obsess with him and everyone started saying he had to be the heart to justify why Apo was after him so bad. Tyki you and i share the same mind. thank you so much for putting it into words i'm going to start yelling. wanna hear my heart theory ag--

Though for equivalency sake i do have to mention that if Allen was the heart, i think Apocryphos would see Tyki say Allen couldn't be the heart and actually roll with it to protect the heart. so i don't think the fact Apo "confirms" Allen isn't the heart actually confirms anything, since on the contrary it's giving him an opportunity to protect the heart by agreeing.

I still think Allen isn't the heart, but Apocryphos's confirmation isn't actually one until we know for sure.

-"You're also obsessed with My Allen" "he's not Your Allen" TELL HIM TYKI, BUT ALSO WTF APO GET THE FUCK AWAY. CREEP.

-So it's attachement that provoked it? bc ngl i kept expecting Joyd took this face out of spite. but does it mean Joyd and Nea used to be close??? Oh the mystery thickens.

-this reaction is so fun lmao

-you're trying to hide something Wisely. I feel that.

SLFHJDLKFJDKLJFDKLFJKLDJFKLDJF

-So Allen not the heart, Tyki wonders why he's so obsessed with him....

but if Joyd and Nea used to be close, wouldn't it make sense of Joyd used to know Past!Allen? So Tyki could have become obsessed with Allen due to vague memories of the past?

and besides of Past!Allen was actually the ex Bookman Apprentice it would also explain why Tyki has been challenging Lavi in particular during fights. NO i'm not letting my ten years old theory dies i have a point i swear (have no point)

-So Wisely is to blame for it??? Makes sense then that the innocence was the thing that more or less broke the lock on Tyki when Allen poisoned him. BUT THEY'RE REMOVING THE LOCK? HELLO???

-wet.

-oh my god Kanda ALREADY reached Mana's grave?!

SHITTT THEY REALLY DIDNT WASTE ANY TIME HOLY SHIT. HOLY SHITTTT.

WE'RE GETTING THERE.

tho seeing baby Allen near Mana's corpse like this is destroying me.

Also add "their loved ones who became akuma are associated to flowers who found their ways down in the mud" to the similitude between Kanda and Allen.

Also never has grave robbing looked this pretty.

God this is gorgeous and stunning.

Final thoughts:

the chapter was so good wtf.

Beautiful art as always, some interesting things regarding the lore. Heart Theory is back on track, we have progress with the Noa memory and how Joyd apparently was affectionate to Nea?? god does Joyd know past!Allen is now the question....

But yeah more questions than not and more recentering some old theories back in topic.

i'm looking forward to see where it's going. dgm amazing as always, incredible chapter.

[skzdarlings]

Hello darling <3 it's been a long time since I've read skz fanfiction, but I wanted to drop in a message :)

When it was first releasing, I read your Felix bodyguard series and absolutely loved it. It was honestly one of the most unique and well-written x readers that I have ever seen. The storytelling, character portrayals, fantastic. I sobbed several times and stayed up on many late nights just to read the next update. Even now, I come back to it for writing inspiration. So did I mention how much I loved your bodyguard series? LMAO. I could genuinely write paragraphs and paragraphs about it, if you'd like me to <3

As I said earlier, I don't really read stray kids fanfiction anymore- other fandoms and media have captured my interest, which is what happens. Last night, however, I took the time to scroll through my followed tags to clean them out. I accidentally clicked on the han jisung x reader tag, and boom, I was knee deep in forbidden fantasy angst. And once again, I am completely astounded by the care and effort you've put into your fics. I can just feel the careful weaving you've done to form the story into what it is now, and I am all for it. I think the plot and characters pose a certain question: what defines a sin?

Many people would say it's an action that is evil, such as murder or in the kingsguard's case, sex. But what defines evil then? If murder is done in self defense, or sex is done with mutual consent and pure love created by the gods, then is it really evil? And in that case, is it really a sin?

The same goes for acts of good, or people of good. The king and queen are said to be chosen by the gods, but if the king is flawed, cruel and brutal- why is he the standard for good if he seems to be so evil? If sin seems to be all around him: in the air he breathes, in the food he eats? In the hand he uses to strike his wife, in the voice that he uses to bark at innocent bystanders?

The kingsguard I suppose were made to counteract this. Protect the king and queen at all costs, but if they are deemed unjust, the kingsguard will turn their swords against them in pursuit of good. In this case, the kingsguard are lovely people(of course, they're skz)- but even they notice cracks in their own goodness. Because to them, goodness is defined by the rules laid out to the kingsguard to be in line with the gods. But do they really align with this goodness? Or did they all sneakily allow Felix to commit treason and turn a blind eye? Or did Jisung break the rules of chastity, or did they badmouth the king behind his back? That certainly does not align with the rules. Does that mean they're evil and have therefore, committed a sin?

I think it really depends on what you define as goodness, and therefore, sin. It's never the same for anyone- and though you may try to imprint your ideas onto another, you will never fully align. So is this pursuit of good even worth it in the end? Who knows. It once again, depends.

I apologize for going on and on: your fic has provoked many thoughts, and I hope I've translated them well enough into writing. These types of questions are the ones I often asked myself growing up bi in a religious household, and it took me years to define my own sense of good separate from what my parents so hardly beat into me. It's refreshing to see this kind of portrayal of that through your writing, whether this was an intentional connection or not. I think people can really relate to this, and I have- even though it's about a queen and her kingsguard(lmao).

That's all from me today. Once again: I apologize for just yapping in your ear, and I hope it all came out right. Thank you for your wonderful writing, and have a lovely day darling <3

- a very talkative anon

thank you SO much for such a thoughtful ask! wow i so appreciate it and i enjoyed reading it so much.

yes a lot of those thoughts are things I’ve things mulled over a lot too as someone also raised in a very religious environment. kingsguard is obviously a very dramatic version of events with the highest escalation possible, but i think that’s part of the fun and use of story-telling, it’s like putting a magnifying glass to our mundane events and feelings.

bodyguard is the same way for me. most of us (probably) don’t have a mafia boss father with quite that level of social power, but may know what it’s like to have parents who are controlling or neglectful or outright abusive in other ways, and we may also take time to find ourselves and grow and heal in spite of that. similarly most of us probably can’t relate to being married to a violent powerful holy king then finding ways to survive and combat it, but we may relate to circumstances where patriarchal figures are given leeway for their bad behaviour while retaliation is treated as a worse offence.

i definitely admit I write very over the top drama, even campy at times, and i enjoy my purple prose lol!!! so it’s fun to read at a glance, but i definitely do write with a lot of thoughts and feelings too so it’s always very nice to see different people connect to different things in different ways. i love getting a thoughtful ask, so thank you very very much for all your words!

i hope you take care whichever fandom you’re having fun in, thank you for popping back and messaging! much love 😊🧡🧡

[eliteseven]

ahoy again! its me again 😀 asking more gay things, about two gays and their gay story, to fulfill my gay heart

i was wondering this time if we'll ever get the chance to see the song Tav wrote about Shadowheart 🤨 will it'll see the light? where did you got inspiration? it is a real true song?

and i don't remember if i already said, i guess i already said but through a anon ask, but i love your stories and the way you write!!! and your little notes!!! and how still manage to keep them more alive here

Aw welcome back again 🥰 You have excellent questions!!!

So in all honesty I genuinely considered writing like...lyrics or even a little chord progression to go with them...but I've never shared any songs I've written myself and I am FAR too shy lmao. I really didn't want it to come off as corny 💀

So unfortunately Astral Prism and Tav's songs must live in our imagination. I also didn't want to go too in-depth about the kind of music they play bc my influences are kinda heavy and I get the sense a lot of readers wouldn't necessarily be able to connect with that lmao

But THANK YOU for dropping by with the sweetest comments! I'm so flattered!!! Your asks are always thought-provoking and I love them!! They keep the stories alive! Don't be a stranger! 💕

[beheamothscreamoth]

Hey! Wanted to talk fangirl about Touchstarved and be a mutual ♡♡ I was thinking (prolly over thinking) that in the quiz that the devs conducted of which LI you are dating or something....like that ...there was this question "How will you most likely die in a Horror movie? Tropes only!!" (I am not so much knowledgeable on horror movies and their popular tropes...coz I am Hypersensitive and avoid it like the plague) ...but YK ..every question and every option associated with a particular LI ..was definitely foreshadowing something or telling us something about the character....so you know Leander's option was interesting...it was , murdered for losing virginity, and I was like.."woah.. really? But doesn't this guy keep a room reserved for his 'escapades' ..lol" then it got me thinking about a theory in fandom associated with him ...about the Triple Goddess symbol on his belt ...the Maiden, The Mother, and the Crone...and someone pointed out that Leander, Ais and Mhin seem to be in the centre of this poster making them quite important to the plot (perhaps?)

And well ... someone also pointed out .. Leander could represent the Maiden, Ais the Mother, and Mhin the Crone ... Due to symbolism and their personality fitting their respective goddess ....well I was thinking, If Leander is associated with the Maiden, is he somehow being punished for losing his v card ? Lmao ..Idk 😶 I mean ...the Greek myth associated with him ...or more like his name ... Leander and Hero...in the myth ...the Leander of the Greek mythology manipulates Hero into being intimate with him and tell her how virginity is a concept and yada yada ..this could be a stretch... But is he being punished for something? Something like losing his chastity? Could it be associated with how he got his magical powers..? idk...I am not the sharpest tool in the shed when it comes to coming up with very observant and thought provoking theories but I still wanted to add my two cents ...thank you for reading this (⁠｡⁠♡⁠‿⁠♡⁠｡⁠) I appreciate your patience!

(also Ais' options was, bad writers ,side eye 👀 , is ..this telling us something about his route?

And Kuras' option was ... wandering off alone...

Reminded me of this post by the Red spring Studio...this is just an incomplete screenshot....)

(thank you for reading really..I appreciate it ... I just wanted to share what has been bubbling up in my mind this day ..I would like to hear your thoughts and inputs from others as well..I am a sucker for theories!!!)

Screaming, I’m SO sorry I took so long to respond to this!! School and life kicked me in the shins 😭 Of course we can be mutuals!! >:D

YESSS The options in the Touchstarved quiz are so interesting!! I’ll admit, the connections between the choices and the LIs were,, pretty elusive to me- The only choice I knew that was 100% Vere was being “Choked to death, but like, in a sexy way,,” 😭 When it turned out that Vere was actually associated with that option, it didn’t surprise me at ALL 💀

Also, yeah, I totally get you on being terrified of horror movies 🥲✌️

OO, I’ve seen that Maiden, Mother, Crone theory too and I find it so interesting!! Yeah, there is a lot of symbolism within Touchstarved, and I am All For It™ when people try to analyse and dismantle it!! 👏 But yeah, definitely agree that something is Up With Leander™ (I don't think I've heard of that story with Hero and Leander, I'll have to check it out!!)

AAA I loved reading this, thank YOU for your patience with my response!! /gen 😭 orz

I'll definitely tell you my thoughts/theories about Touchstarved in the future!! >:D I also love hearing other people's thoughts too- If you ever want to talk about theories or general thoughts, please feel free to send me an ask or DM!

[myuntoldstory]

1, 4, 5, 7 , 10, 13, 27!

JAYNE HAHAHAHAHAHAHA THANK YOU THANK YOU all of these questions are thought provoking im gonna try to answer as best i can

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1. favourite place in your country?

BICOL

omg. okay so you know i went home last year. part of the itinerary was going back to my dad's province in bicol. and, no joke, the 2 days i spent there literally made me hurt about migrating to australia, and not making an effort to go back often (circumstances about this was always out of my hands, but i don't know, i saw it as a "if there's a will, there's a way" kind of angle), and not remembering as much about the place as i felt i should (again, out of my control like i was super young during the times i went) and everything was beautiful, and peaceful, and genuinely i felt hiraeth.

when i was driving around with my aunt and uncle, we went through the general area of where their old house used to be and it was a place i kind of grew up in, having spent a lot of time there during my younger years. i could not remember anything, which made sense because it's been years, but what really threw me was how normal sized everything was sdlkfjldfskj back when i was younger everything was tall and big and gigantic, but yeah now it's just normal town-sized things. that really threw me off lol.

4. favourite dish specific for your country?

i've always loved puto bumbong??? i dont know what it is about it; i think it's the toppings they add that makes it super delicious. like i know it's "seasonal" but dude if i can eat that all day every day 365 days im sold.

special mention to scramble omfg that shit was bomb when i was a kid. i don't know if that's because it's really good or if i've put the food on a childhood pedestal lmao.

but just kakanin in general and those really rice flour-based snacks in general so love puto, love kutsinta, love biko, all the rice/rice flour-based things.

ALSO SPECIAL SHOUT OUT TO RICE JUST WRAPPED IN BANANA LEAVES WITH THE ULAM ON TOP OMFG FOR SOME REASON THAT JUST MAKES EVERYTHING TASTE SUPER GOOD???

im hungry now ffs.

5. favourite song in your native language?

ohhh like bruh opm??? lskdjlksjfljldfs or folk songs?

i genuinely have no real answer with this one lksdfjldsjlk im terrible with favourite music-type questions.

i guess the closest is "ang huling el bimbo" by eraserheads because that song just haunts me whenever i remember it exists dslkfjsdl and it haunts me now and i just came back from watching and singing along to the music video lol 7. three words from your native language that you like the most?

kilig, masiram, tampo 10. most enjoyable swear word in your native language?

ohhh not in tagalog/filipino.

not necessarily enjoyable, bicolano swears are hardcore because when i hear family say it, it's usually in anger lol. also the fact that most of the swears i've heard refers to genitalia makes it extra vulgar.

like buli/buray, which means kitty (iykyk). 13. does your country (or family) have any specific superstitions or traditions that might seem strange to outsiders?

i guess "tabi, tabi po" (excuse me) is one?

so we say that when we venture into places where spirits may be dwelling. i suppose seeing a person very loudly say "tabi, tabi po" while entering a random place may seem strange to outsiders? i remember doing it all the time when i was younger so it was normal to me then, but also still normal to me now.

whether spirits exist or not, i reckon it's always good to show and express respect to any place you enter. 27. favourite national celebrity?

omfg. okay.

well when i was much younger rico yan was a huge crush of mine. favourite national celebrity??? can we still count sandara park dklfjlsdjf like look i was there with the whole nation when she became pambansang krung-krung of the philippines but also they made fun of the poor girl so i was rooting for her. like i watched her in star circle quest with hero and joross and roxanne like, and this is gonna sound weird, they had that vibe of the hp golden trio where you kinda grew up with them BUT NOT REALLY BECAUSE STAR CIRCLE QUEST SEASON 1 WAS IN 2004 AND IT WASNT A WHOLE CINEMATIC/LITERARY SERIES.

[darlingpwease]

All these works are amazing 🛐🛐

Have u thought about a×a, or b×a?? All these works have had me thinking about it lmao

Like maybe Luo Binghe, or Wei Wuxian, or even Hua Cheng?? Other characters too– It's been rotting in my head and all I can really think is "ah, biting and roughness so cute ahhshsk cute little lovelies _(:3」∠)_"

-panna cotta

thank you love!!! and for the past messages that you wrote to me about the works that I did not publish, but I keep them,,,,,, I recently returned finally home, but apparently the lack of sun or just a drop of mood, but for some reason I feel insecure in my works again,,,,,, even if you are the most terrible talker and mosquito warrior, you will be the best for me, dear~ mwah mwah mwah♡♡♡

I'd be lying if I said I hadn't thought about it,,,,,, listen, but WEI WUXIAN, who is trying to show off in front of you like you're an omega, doesn't understand either this strange need for you to give him validation as an alpha, or that for you it looks like an attempt to question your position as alpha and the offer to compete, even if you are not aggressive or competitive at all — but it's really hard for you to control yourself when he goes on and on, as if constantly checking and pushing your boundaries, and you quickly turn into a very random messy puppy fuss competition where the tension builds up without trying to find a way out, because you don't just 'don't know about the relationship between alphas', but none of you can recognize these mixed signals, constantly taking a step back and forth, and that you find yourself quite compatible and ready to help at any moment, — and at the same time, continuing these silly things and competition even when WEI WUXIAN becomes a demonic cultivator, and these things become the only thing that allows him to sublimate his feelings and thoughts in attempts to pursue you or provoke you to pursue him — he himself does not know what he wants, but he simply cannot stop,,,,

or, like, LUO BINGHE, who 'beta turned out to be alpha' (since this is the most popular trope in the world, where there is a huge percentage of betas and this is the secret dream of almost any beta, especially the audience of this novel), while you have always been an open alpha/beta, and if before he tried to control this desire to claim you, desperately jealous and wanting to never leave your side, then when with the appearance of the mark his alpha nature became obvious? you have never met such an emotional and wild alpha who grabs everything you give with you and takes far away, growling angrily at anyone who tries to interfere and at the same time, when relaxed, behaves like a typical beta, since he was brought up like that,,,,, especially if you are an alpha and when you refuse to be captured, you expect that he will try to use, including suppression with the help of alpha smell, but he only whines when you do this and rubs against you, pathetically sniffing, not trying to fight for dominance at all, even if you see how his instinctive reactions wildly and aggressively manifest themselves, should someone try to take you away or when you want to get away from him somewhere,,,,,,,,

HUA CHENG who is a little alpha but then meets you many years later and tries to portray omega or beta as a San Lang, although so enthusiastic and excited about meeting you that his real scent cuts through the disguise, trying to stay on you, but you indulge with 'no thoughts head empty' as if there is no, there is nothing special about the fact that omega smells like alpha, although at the beginning of your meeting there was definitely no such thing and this is definitely not your fragrance, there is nothing strange at all

touch starved alpha CHU WANNING with an alpha disciple, who, for some reason, is fine with the fact that you leave scent on him and rub against him alone, even if he doesn't allow anyone else to do this — only to realize that you are just an alpha-like beta and it is natural that he is fine, he literally does not feel any competition and even for his hypersensitive nose which is easily overwhelmed by strong odors, you feel nice but restrained,,,,,

[starrrbakerrr]

In your opinion, please rate thg movie series with 1-5 scale.

(1 = I hate it, 3=neutral, 5 = I love it.)

1.The Hunger Games :

Things that you like :

Things that you don't like :

2.Cathing Fire :

Things that you like :

Things that you don't like :

3.Mockingjay part 1 :

Things that you like :

Things that you don't like :

4.Mockingjay part 2 :

Things that you like :

Things that you don't like :

Thank you 😊

@curiousnonny

I have many drafts of unanswered asks and I’m finally getting around to answering! Thanks @curiousnonny :)

1. THG = 2.5

I don’t hate it and it’s not terrible, some of it is really good actually like how they did Rue’s death. I think my biggest qualm is how poorly they set up Everlark and somewhat mischaracterized Peeta. I remember watching it in theatres and being very disappointed. Having read the book first, it just wasn’t how the world and characters looked in my mind so it was a hard adjustment and I still feel disconnected from the movies. I distinctly remember questioning why they made the cornucopia silver and futuristic when in the book it is described as golden and looks the standard Thanksgiving cornucopia lol (side note: I know the book cornucopia seems unrealistic or out of place in high tech Panem, but I just think it being unrealistic is kinda cool because it’s a remnant of North American culture)

2. Catching Fire = 4

It’s my favorite, and I think a lot of that stems from Catching Fire being my favorite book of the series. They did change some things and it wasn’t perfect. I don’t like how they played up the triangle more than it was. Most of the changes were reasonable however and Everlark’s chemistry was amazing. The beach scene is the best moment of all movies. The entire Quell was great and the standout.

3. Mockingjay Pt. 1 = 3

4. Mockingjay Pt. 2 = 3

I actually never saw the Mockingjay movies until they were on Netflix last year and I can barely remember anything 😭. But I ultimately think they’re better than the first movie. Good, solid 3.

Overall with the Trilogy movies, I think they are really good acting wise and effects/production, but they aren’t the best adaptations of the overall story. I also love the books so much I’ll always be picky about the movies.

Gonna add in TBOSAS –

I’m gonna give it a 4.25 even though I like Catching Fire more. I think it’s casted really well from lead roles to minor roles. I was disappointed in some changes, like lessening the roles of Coriolanus’s classmates (particularly Clemensia and Lyssie). I don’t like how they killed everyone with the snakes lmao. Especially Reaper, though I loved that they had him speak to really get the point across to audiences that didn’t read the book and for that reason I thought it was unnecessary to make him have some sacrificial death. Ngl they dragged out the actual games a bit more than needed when the before and after the games is more interesting to me.

I wish they delved more into Sejanus individually and his relationship with Coriolanus. I love Sejanus so much 🥺. Overall though I think the changes made sense to make the story more digestible and clear to movie audiences. I feel less attached the book so I’m more lenient towards the movie adaptation. I could care less about Snowbaird, but I think TBOSAS is the most thought-provoking book of the series. I think they their best to get the point across. Though I really do hate that because of the movies people have given Snow excuses for his actions and try to justify the very toxic relationship he has with Lucy.

[posletsvet]

Hi....If you don't mind, can I ask, what are your top 10 (or top 7) favorite media (can be books/ manga/ anime/movies/tv series)? Why do you love them? Sorry if you've answered this question before......Thanks....

Hi to you too!! I'm so sorry it took so long for me to work up the courage to answer your question since it's the first ask I ever receive. I couldn't rank my favourite things from 1 to 10 (it was already enough of a struggle for me to pick 10 pieces of media,,), so the order doesn't really mean anything. I'm also incredibly bad at describing anything as I can't for the love of me stick to the essence, but I hope I'll at least manage to satisfy your curiosity!

Mushishi by Yuki Urushibara (anime & manga).

This story holds such a special place in my heart! I adore its quiet eeriness and wholesome horrors, wistful, slow-burning interactions, its soft-spoken enigmatic teachings and the equivocal wisdom of its tender story-telling so much! It soothes the ache of living for me, if it makes sense. It speaks of how it's alright to just let yourself breathe and exist quietly and be still for a moment. Might as well say that Mushishi cured my mental illness single-handedly, lmao. Its folklore-like feeling is something very precious to me as well!!

Trigun by Yasuhiro Nightow (manga).

I can't even begin to put into words everything I love about this story. A hint of a post-apocalyptic vibe clinging to the wide dusty expenses of its world, a civilization hurled violently down from the peak of existence and into a life of struggle and mindless bloodshed, an ambitious past of space travel left behind, religious imagery woven into its symbolism, problems of morality and the question of what it takes to be human it tackles... I'm a sucker for all that!! And the architecture of the characters' motivations and psychology has me in a death grip, honestly.

Jujutsu Kaisen by Gege Akutami (anime & manga).

JJK is the newest addition to this list, but I guess it's taken deep root in my brain. I've come into this story for a bit of urban fantasy in a modern Japanese setting, and though my opinion on it on the whole hasn't solidified, I find so many aspects of it truly fascinating. For one, Gege's meticulously crafted power system, or how persistently the molds are broken in his writing, or how societal structures of the sorcerers' world play into the conflict, presenting an antagonistic force in the narrative in and out of themselves as restrictive and harmful patterns of behaviour that cultivate individual antagonism... I love this!

Every single one of John R. R. Tolkien's books.

It won't be a stretch to say that Tolkien's works have become a part of me to this point, and they are the biggest, life-long inspiration of mine. I'm infatuated with the world he created with such love and in such thorough detail in his books, with history as ancient as time, and languages dynamic and alive, and entire cultures blooming into prime and crumbling away, and the deep-rooted sorrow I feel but can't quite place of magic coming of age and leaving the world. These books have my entire heart.

Terry Pratchett's Tiffany Aching books.

Just like with Tolkien's works, I literally grew up reading these books and remember feeling them rewiring my brain on every re-read, and throughout the years they have influenced me greatly. I adore Pratchett's sparkling humour and witty satire, how the cacophony of absurdities and light-hearted laughter still allows for, or maybe enables in the first place, a profound meaning. These stories have some of the most thought-provoking messages I've ever encountered as what they really want you to do is think, no more and no less.

The Raven Cycle by Maggie Stiefvater.

Hail to urban fantasy!! I adore the air of mysticism and eeriness enveloping each and every of these books. I love how this story treat magic like a wild animal, something elusive and breathtakingly beautiful and dangerous, snarling and threatening as you get close, something that won't belong to you even as you try to tame and understand it, something wonderful and ancient and inherent to the world, throbbing like pulse beneath the earth. Can you tell I love horror? The narrative follows a tightly-knit group of friends, and the relationship they share is so very dear to me!! Who wasn't just a little bit in love with their best friends, really?

Hadestown.

I love this musical with my whole heart!! Two of my all-time favourite myths (of Hades and Persephone and of Orpheus and Eurydice) are intertwined in the story it tells in such a clever and creative way that I really couldn't help but fall head over heels just for the premise of it. Even though this story is undoubtedly a tragedy, non-existent without the tale of loss it takes as its centerpiece, hope is at the heart of its entire meaning: to exist in the face of suffering and grief and somehow still keep singing.

Exandria Unlimited: Calamity, Critical Role.

This story is a masterpiece in how well it executes the trope of being doomed since the very beginning as it tells about the fate of a world lost to smoke and ruin for countless ages. Why bother creating a narrative bound to end in destruction and pain? Because some things can still remain unforgettable, even if no one will linger to remember them. The closing monologue of the DM (it's a dnd mini-series) will honestly haunt me forever.

Princess Mononoke.

For as long as I can remember since I watched this movie for the first time, I've always found it difficult, if not impossible, to tell which side of the conflict the story wants you to root for, but that is perhaps the point. Nature and life exist as something vast and overwhelming and vague, reaching far beyond the framework of our morals, of our petty ways of understanding existence in terms of 'good' or 'bad'. I love how this story conveys it in such a poignant, breathtakingly beautiful way.

The Boy, the Mole, the Fox and the Horse.

I love this short film so dearly!! It's so gentle and quietly soothing and soft-spoken and wise as only a children's book (which it's based upon) can be, and although there's not much happening on the screen, not really, I still cried my heart out while watching it. It told me things I really needed to hear, and the reassurances it offered were such an unexpected discovery that I still haven't fully recovered from the unrelenting kindness of it. The artwork is stunning, too, with its vast watercolour skies and inky lines and gently flowing, fluid motion. I can't possibly put into words how much I adore it!!

[eresia-catara]

I understand completely the need to inhale texts, so I'm glad I could evoke such a powerful need. Let me say, what you write is not of less worth, I've never been able to discuss these things with anyone and now that I found someone (who also gets the inhaling thing) it's like,, your thoughts make my day and they feed my insanity, I love them. Thank you. (And spreading Guido-Knowledge is a pure pleasure)

Yes, I really believe that is the reason why the rime petrose are so immensely tasty: they merge the tastiest parts of both Guido and Dante, themes and language (not that Guido's language and Dante's themes are not tasty, though)

And I agree with what you said about these dejected and melancholy feelings not being innate to Dante, compared to Guido, whom we know was generally inclined to solitude and pensiveness (although Boccaccio tells us Dante too was like that, but his soul was certainly less tormented compared to Guido's, or better, it had different torments. His concerns were towards his faith, while Guido's were towards his emotions). I love the way you talked about his addition of violence and what's basically sadism because IT'S TRUE. That sferza has no comparison, that vendetta has no mercy. That. is Dante not being able to submit to such emotions, it's his active response to oppressive and burdening feelings. Dante cannot be the man that Guido was, he can't because he has never been him. If Guido, in front of his sufferings, is inclined to a quiet contemplation and a deep analysis of what they make him feel, Dante is more impulsive and therefore prone to offer an immediate response, which is insubordination. He refuses to suffer injustices (which, if you think about it, is what his exile was, an injustice), so he does the only thing he can do: provoke and get revenge (in life Dante only managed to provoke, since all attempts he made to come back to Florence failed). And in a way, we can see a parallelism in Guido too: his exile was, although motivated, essentially useless, so unjust; part of the people exiled with him initially refused to obey, Guido could've done the same, but instead he followed through the sentence and faced his death, exactly like in his poems. Ironically though, in the period before their exile, their public life was inverted: Guido was active, violent, proud, and Dante was more reserved, prudent, pensive. Where am I going with this? I'll be honest I don't know, but it seems like the rime petrose can be political/biographical too; if you think about it, Dante's works reflect the life he was leading (obviously lol), so we have: the serene period (Vita Nova, stilnovistic poems) where he didn't Know himself yet because he was young, the maturing period (Monarchia, Convivio, rime petrose), the mature period (Divina Commedia) where he finally understands what man he is, and, in a way, understands how to deal with difficulties (relying in God, not impulsiveness or violence).

Oh my, this is all messy and has no coherence whatsoever. I don't know what anyone will get from this, I don't know what I said but your reply just made me elaborate these things jkshj perhaps in the future I'll be able to understand better the implications of what I wrote lmao

Also, going briefly back to vendetta, it's the cruel, questionable, final act of the poem and you know what it reminds me of? The last scene of the Aeneid, with the murder of Turnus: cruel, questionable, final 👀

how the fuck do the rime aspre feel like both the less and the most dante-y thing

[hwanchaesong]

“I Knew You Were Trouble”

👤: ATEEZ Jung Wooyoung ft. Choi San

📼: I Knew You Were Trouble - Taylor Swift

genre & warnings: angst, smut, threesome (?), voyeurism, cursing, degredation, praising, mentions of blood, implied kidnapping, vampire au

word count: i did not count lmao, maybe around 1k or 2k

for anyone who wants to, don't be shy and send me asks based on Prompts Request Song Version. Thank you so much!

Wooyoung's eyes squinted when he saw you laugh at something that San said, hitting him in his arms and blushing when the man tucked a stray hair behind your ear.

He used his supersonic hearing to eavesdrop on your conversation, anger boiling in his blood when he heard what you are talking about.

"I'm excited for our date tomorrow."

What is that? No no no, he will not allow any crap of a date, not in his watch.

Ever since he saw you at that party one night, wearing the typical church girl outfit and feeling out of place in an environment filled with alcohol and sweaty bodies, he knew that he had to get you.

The beast within him is roaring with the need to take you in his possession.

He remembered walking towards you confidently, a dangerous smirk in his lips and lust behind his eyes, which all went down the drain when you rejected all his advances.

He was pissed to say the least, especially when your eyes lit up when you saw the taller, dimpled man in the crowd.

You find that bastard hotter than him?

Absolute bullshit.

He won't take any loss, not used to the fact that a lowly human like you can resist his alluring, undead charisma.

That is when the battle started, him doing everything just to get you to fall for him but it never worked against you.

The main reason? Of course it's Choi motherfucking San.

How can he make you see that the man you're so hopelessly in love with isn't what you really think he is?

Plan brewing up inside his head as a devilish smile forms in his face, ready to cause a storm that will provoke chaos in your supposedly peaceful life.

Your unaware self is skipping merrily down the road, kicking pebbles occasionally, giddy at the thought of going on your first date with your first love.

A sudden gush of wind rolls around in the area, closing your eyes to avoid any dust from entering it, an ominous feeling rising within your chest when you realize that someone is breathing down in your neck.

Goosebumps raised on your skin when an eerily familiar voice spoke from behind you, the very same one that flirted and threatened you when you did not allow him to get under your pants.

"All alone, princess?"

You were still for a few seconds, and when you finally had it in you to run away from him, you found yourself pinned on the cold, hard ground.

"Escaping? I don't think so babe."

His grin got wider when you thrashed around and yelled for help.

"Cute." he leaned down, your noses almost touching and his breath ghosting your lips, "No one's around to come and help you," he chuckled darkly, head going downwards to lick a strip of your skin, "you're all mine, princess."

A hot and wet mouth latched itself on your neck, a stinging sensation following afterwards, it was painful yet pleasurable.

What is happening?

"So sweet." he murmured, lifting his head and staring right at you, blood on his lips and his eyes flashing red for a moment, what gave away his identity is the pearly, white fangs he bared at you.

Vampire.

A mischievous being that lurks around in the dark, waiting for their prey to come and attacks when the clouds cover the moon.

Aren't they supposed to be a mythical creature, something that the elders made up just to scare children at night for them to sleep early?

"We're not, we are so real and of them is here, right in the flesh for you, baby." he replied to the question that crossed through your brain, a sinister expression on his face as he pointed towards his temple, "Telekinesis."

He can even read your thoughts, there really is no way out of this.

He nodded his head, agreeing with you while his hand slithered underneath your shirt, palm resting atop your breast.

"Please don't." you wanted to fight him off badly, but you can't, his body weight restraining you in your place.

Relief floods your nerves when you felt him remove his hand from your chest, that doesn't last long when he started to get rid of your clothes.

Feisty, one of your qualities that he likes but right now it's annoying so much that he has to use his powers on you.

"Don't move."

You felt all your muscles tense, becoming involuntary, "You are now under my command my doll, so be a good girl and behave before I do something that you might regret."

He continued to remove everything from you, leaving you cold and defenseless under his hungry gaze.

Just then, footsteps echoed throughout the empty place, a sliver of hope in your heart that someone will be able to see the blasphemy that has been done to you.

"I thought I told you not to touch what belongs to me, Wooyoung."

That voice, could it be?

"San!" you yelped, eyes focusing on him as he steps in a bit closer to inspect the scene.

"Yours?" Wooyoung raised an eyebrow, standing up from where he was kneeling at, "As far as I know, you still haven't marked her yet." he quipped back, making the taller man scoff.

"I was about to, tomorrow is the d-day, until you ruined everything."

Why are they communicating like they've known each other for a long time?

You want them to stop, words flying back and forth like you aren't there, speaking like you are a piece of meat that they've decided to share and eat.

"What are you talking about?" you weakly asked them, San looking at you with a bored look that you're not used to.

"I'm disappointed, Y/N." he mumbled, "I really thought I'd have a great time with you but," he let out a sigh, glancing up to look at the other man, "you just let him get you like this."

Wooyoung scornfully pushed San away, "Get out of here, you're not needed here."

He crouched down at your level, spreading your legs wide open for him to see, his thumbs spreading your lips down there that is already glistening under the moonlight.

"Fuck, look at her, I haven't done much but touch her and she's already soaked." he commented, his forefinger gathering your juices before putting it inside his mouth, humming in delight when his buds tingled with your saccharine taste.

San rolled his eyes, sitting over in the grass and leaning against a tree, "Go get it then, if I see that she's not enjoying it though," a cheshire smile forming in his face, eyes flashing the same hue as Wooyoung's just a while ago, "I'll have the honor of doing her."

The man above you clicked his tongue, "As if." he muttered under his breath.

That was the last thing you knew before pleasure runs up on your veins, fogging your rationality as you let out a loud moan.

"Now that's my good girl." Wooyoung said, briefly pulling back to praise you, "I want you to open your eyes princess, look at me while I eat you out."

You didn't know why you followed him, maybe because you got infatuated with the trouble that he brought, or maybe it's the way he got you all worked up.

Making eye contact with him, pupils dilated, watching him dive into you, his mouth doing wonders, ranging from kitten licks to full on making out with your heat.

His tongue went inside your hole and you felt his muscles move along your wet walls, unconsciously clenching around him when his thumb moved to draw circles in your clit.

"I'm close, please I-" you let out a loud gasp when his mouth nibbled harshly on your bundle of nerves.

"Cum princess." he stated, plunging two fingers in you, stilling inside and continuously curling, hitting your sweet spot until you reached your first orgasm. Your head falling back and eyes closing due to the sheer rapture that is flowing within your whole being.

"Stop!" you whined when he didn't stop his movements, overstimulating you to the point that tears are already running down your cheeks.

"She's crying." San commented from the side, making Wooyoung look up a little, pausing his ministrations.

"She deserved that, I told her to look at me and she closed her damn eyes instead."

He was about to go back down on you but San went and spoke again.

"This is getting boring, fuck her already."

The younger of the two snarled, "You say that, but the bulge in your pants says otherwise."

He then started to shed his clothes one by one, revealing his amazing muscles and that sculpted chest of his, your eyes gawking at the ethereal sight.

"See," he said, mock lacing his voice, "if only you're not a stubborn brat then you could've get a glimpse of this earlier."

He used all his strength to flip you, body facing downwards as you supported yourself using your knees and hands.

"Let him watch while I make a mess out of you."

You are now facing San, and you can clearly see him palming his boner through his pants, a weary look on his face.

It's weird how you still find him hot in situations like this, your attention completely on him that you missed the rustling sound from behind you.

Reality hits you when you feel something poke on your cunt, warm breath tickling your ear, "Show him what you've got princess."

After Wooyoung's last statement, he entered you without any warning. One swift thrust, filling you to the hilt that elicits a moan out of you.

Large. Thick.

He stretched you out so well that you can feel even the protruding vein in his shaft, the tip hitting your cervix and you think it'll enter your uterus if he pushes more.

"Very nice, I want you to scream for me baby."

You weren't given the time to breathe nor comprehend his words, him already pounding into you brutally, pace relentless and unforgiving.

"S-slow down!"

Wooyoung couldn't help but jeer at your request, his hand gripping your hair, compelling you to raise your head as you yelped at his harsh treatment.

"You think you deserve that much mercy from me?"

His thrusts are becoming more animalistic than before, "I got you in a position where I could fuck you like a bitch. So take it like the slut you are."

His degrading words made you unintentionally tighten against him.

He let out a guttural moan when he felt your walls constrict, "You like being talked down to like that?"

Your mouth opened yet you couldn't reply to him, not when something, or more specifically, someone's dick is stuffed in your mouth.

"You talk too much." San interjected, swatting Wooyoung's hand from your hair and replacing it with his own.

"Don't worry baby girl, you don't have to respond to this midget, let's just put this pretty little mouth to good use, hm?"

He smiled at you brightly, like he's not doing horrendous things to you right now.

A particular harsh jolt from behind you caught your attention.

"Focus on me, princess." Wooyoung derided, railing into you further and angling his hips for a better chance of hitting your g-spot, which he definitely did that had you whimpering on the spot, the vibrations adding to San's pleasure.

"Just like that baby, you take me so well." a praise came out of San's lips, him rewarding you with a fierce tug on your hair.

You feel so filthy, both inside and out, not only because you let these men use you like this, but also because you enjoy what they are doing.

You feel euphoria burning on your lower abdomen in every jerk of Wooyoung's hips, his balls making contact with your skin every time he fills you in so deep.

San on the other hand was generous enough to grope your breasts, playing with your nipples as he violently fucks your mouth, not caring if you're choking or if you need oxygen.

Your whole body is on fire, balance created between the three of you.

Whenever Wooyoung rams from behind, you lean a bit forward to meet San's hip thrusts.

Both of your holes are effectively swallowing them, the desire to corrupt you even more is turning them into demons.

The whole sector was filled with the sounds of skins slapping and gagging, the occasional groans from the men inserted from the symphony every few seconds.

You were desperately trying to hold back your climax, but when Wooyoung's hand rubbed your sensitive button, you lost it.

A muffled loud cry was ripped out of your throat, indicating your orgasm.

"Oh shit, too tight." the man at the back exclaimed, warmth seeping as he emptied his self inside you.

Soon enough, the other man pulled out of your mouth and spurted his seed all over your face.

When they calm down from their high, they detached theirselves from you, and as tired as you are, you let yourself slump on the dirty ground.

Fatigue taking over your body and your vision turning black.

Before you get pulled into dreamland, you barely heard the snippet of what the men who violated you were talking about.

"She's such a catch."

"We should bring her home, our brothers' would also enjoy a taste of her."

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[theanonwriter]

from the dining room table: part one

an: hi all!! this is a new series im making! i know its new and your taking a chance on me but promise you wont be disappointed. i know tjis part is a little slow but it’ll speed up soon. also, be warned that more darker themes will be in this story, along with eventual smut. 

word count: 2.2k

warnings: slight angst, foreshadowing to darker topics, kissing lmao, some fluff

pairing: fez x reader, maddy x reader (platonic), cassie x reader (platonic)

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fez, nine-thirty-eight pm: 

yo

been hearing sum shit that’s makin’ my heart hurt

ash tried callin’ you too but you not picking up

lmk if i can help you at all 

i feel helpless rn with all this shit goin’ on

It had been four nights since Fez had opened the door that night. You’re still not sure why he did it, as you hadn’t talked in a year and a half. Thinking about the way you acted, the things you said, makes you want to smash your head against a wall. How could you be so stupid? 

If this all played out a year ago, you wouldn’t have been embarrassed in the slightest. You and Fez had been friends since first grade, when he helped you convert between ounces and pounds. But things changed. 

Thank God for Maddy and Cassie. Without them, you’re sure you would have been sent to some wilderness farm in Kansas. The girls had taken you in when you were at your lowest junior year, and the rest was history. Cassie had played soccer with you until sixth grade when she was cut from the school team, claiming she wasn't upset because now she could spend the new time skating. Thinking about the way you met makes you laugh now, because the thought of Cassie getting sweaty for any reason seems completely crazy. Lexi, Cassie's little sister, had been your study buddy and partner in scholastic crime for as long as you could remember. You never really had been the closest of friends, but you had a strict schedule of tutoring at six and book-talk and seven-thirty at the Howard house every Thursday. You’re glad you found them when you did.

“Bitch, since when did you live here?” Maddy asked, eyebrows raised as she shook her head in disbelief. The first time someone came over to your house was always the most anxiety-provoking, as you could tell automatically who was interested in your money and who was interested in you. “I don’t know? Always?” You asked back, nervousness lacing your tone. Maddy's head turned around fast, reading your face as you reddened under her gaze.

“Cool. Do you have like, juice or something? I’m so fucking thirsty and water would just not hit right now.” Her tone was cool, and it automatically soothed you. You knew she wouldn't care, but still, the whole situation frightened you. She marched over to the fridge and swiftly opened it, searching for juice. “Found it! And it’s the good stuff, no pulp. I fucking hate pulp.” Your dad had a job as a lawyer at a private practice, and your mom had been organizing closets ever since he hit it big. They have always been such good parents to you, showing you the way to treat people you love and people you hate more. 

“You want a cup?” You questioned, your eyes narrowing as a smile spread over your face. “Bitch, I want three.”

And that's how you ended up here. Maddy was taking a quick shower and getting ready in your bathroom after babysitting Theo for a couple of hours. Charlie, a boy in your grade, was hosting a party that night and Maddy was adamant on dragging you there. 

“And then Theo was all like, ‘Don’t leave Mads! Will you be back tomorrow?’ And I was all like ‘You couldn’t keep me away if you wanted to.’ I actually believe this boy is the most precious baby ever.”

She told a different variation of the same story every Friday night. You loved her though, so would never say anything. The way she spoke about Theo made you so happy, and seeing the joy on both of their faces when you came over to swim with them was the highlight of your days. Theo had been your neighbor since his family moved in a few months ago, and your sunny memories with him were laced with happy giggles and the smell of coconut sunscreen.

“That's great! Are you ready yet?” You yelled back, finishing your makeup and you looked yourself over in the mirror. It wasn’t your best work, but you still looked good as fuck.  Exactly as you should. Purr. 

“Almost! Can you get me some edge gel? Also, do we have mixers left?” Maddy asked, popping her head out of your bathroom door. 

“Yes to the gel, no to mixers. Why?” 

“Fuck, Cass said the parties out. Fucking idiot, all he’s been talking about for weeks yet can’t plan a fucking party.” Maddy groaned, rolling her eyes and getting back to her makeup. 

In fear of making her take longer, you sprayed extra perfume on your neck, between your collarbone and neck making sure that when you walked by people knew it was you. Maddy storms out of your bathroom wearing a little pink dress and black heels. She picks up her keys and grabs her purse before turning around to look you in the eyes. “Get in the car bitch, we’re leaving.”

The ride to the party was loud and chaotic, making you genuinely smile for the first time in almost a week. Maddy had already nearly crashed into two cars, screaming at drivers and slapping the horn every time someone got a little too close. You made the mental note to never let her drive again. 

As you drove some more, Maddy took a turn down a street that automatically filled you with dread. “Charlie's house isn’t down this road.” You expressed, fiddling with your seatbelt as she drove in the parking lot. 

“Duh. I’m not stupid. I’m getting mixers. Remember?” She turned off the music but left the car on. As she turned to face you, she sighed and shut her eyes. “Look, I’m sorry. But this is the only place open for twenty miles. You coming or not?” 

You reluctantly stepped out of the car, your feet narrowly missing each other as you stumbled to the front door of the gas station. You didn’t even drink that much before you got in the car, but being here heightened your senses and made you feel so out of your depth. 

The bell jingles as you walk in, alerting the child at the front desk of your presence. 

“The fuck are you doin’ here?” Ash asked, shaking his head in disbelief. 

“Buying...stuff. Why?” You replied, following on Maddy’s heels as she led you through the store, holding one of your hands in her own. 

“Why? ‘Cause we own this place. Where have you been? He’s been worried sick.” He snapped back, attempting to get your attention as Maddy placed your shit on the counter. 

“She's been with me. Can you hurry, please? We’re in a rush to get to a party.” Maddy reciprocates, annoyance in her tone as he rings up your stuff slowly. 

You watch Ash’s face turn from puzzlement to smugness. Why does he look like that all of a sudden? Did your awkwardness entertain him?

“Well, have fun. You might wanna limit the drinkin’ Y/N. You're already looking a little deer-legged.” He chirped, putting the bag on the counter and shoving the receipt into the paper bag. 

“Have a great day! Cunt.” Maddy whispers under her breath. “Ready to go?”

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You couldn’t lie, you were drunk as fuck. You had lost Maddy a while ago to dance with Cass, and your feet at this point were practically all blisters. You finally found tranquility in Cassie's arms, grinding on her as the music bumped in the speakers. 

“I need to pee! I’ll be right back.” You slurred, kissing her on the cheek before running off in search of a bathroom. You felt so lightheaded, but your need to pee pushed you forward. Stumbling through the kitchen, you were met by a set of piercing blue eyes that you could never forget. Typical. 

That’s what Ash was laughing about.

Automatically, he’s by your side. “Yo, you okay kid?” He asked, placing his drink down on the table to get to your side faster. “I’m fine.” You replied, pushing past people to get away faster. Being that close to him made you shy, still not ready to process the feelings that resurfaced because of that night.

“Hol’ up! I’m tryna talk to you.” He chases you into the hallway, matching your steps as he jogs next to you.

“Where we goin’?” He questions, looking side to side as he nods to people as they pass. “Somewhere quieter. Can’t do this here.” You answer, shaking the anxious feeling growing in your stomach as the situation dawns on you. He promised he wouldn't say anything. 

As you enter a small room with just a desk and some bookshelves, you take a deep breath and plop in the desk chair. This must be Charlie's dad's office. 

“Holy fuck, you can’t take a hint, can you?” You pester, narrowing your eyes and you look anywhere but Fez. “I obviously don’t want to talk.” 

“I don’ really care.” He sits in the chair adjacent to you. You both sit in silence as you refuse to speak. You can hear him let out a breath, and the sound from the party downstairs leaks through the floorboards. Surprisingly, you don’t feel uncomfortable. You always feel safe around him. 

“You see the karaoke machine?” He prods, nodding down the hall. You cock your head to the side, shaking your head as you go back to staring at the wall.

“That’s ‘ight. I’m not finna leave you.” 

“Is that right?” You question, setting him up. 

“Yeah?” He answers, brows furrowing as you laugh drily. 

“You already did. Last year.” You gain the nerve to look him in the eyes. 

He sighs. “That was different. Look, I'm not fightin' witchu. I just don’ wanna leave you alone right now.”

“God, I’m fine!” You complain. The babying from all your friends had to stop. It was driving you crazy. “I’ll talk about anything other than what you want to talk about.” You bite out.

“Uh..did you hear about that new girl?” He asks, pulling a blunt out of his shirt pocket and lighting it. He takes a few hits before offering it to you. Extending an olive branch. You take it.

He always has the good shit. You cough as you inhale deeply, feeling the world's problems get smaller as you relax back in your seat. As you go to take another hit, he snatches the blunt out of your hand. 

“What the fuck? I wasn’t done.” You whine, giving him puppy dogs eyes and making grabby hands.

“Nah. You said you fine. You gettin’ treated like you fine.” He laughs, blowing smoke out of the corner of his mouth as his smile grows. "This, this is mine."

You slump your shoulders and roll your eyes. “Your brother was a dick to me today.”

“I heard. He said you wern’ too fond of him either. Yo friend? Maddy? Called him a cunt.” He looks you in the eyes. “You know he like twelve, right?”

“He was acting like a cunt.” 

“Watch yo mouth. That’s family.” He replies. “I saw you doin’ real good in soccer this year.” 

“Meh. Could be worse.” The weed has started to mix in your system as you and Fez are suddenly interrupted by a couple stumbling in and shutting the door behind them. You can hear them gasping and laughing, but they don't seem to care about you two. 

“Yo. Occupied.” Fez says, shaking his head. You go to look at the faces-

“Maddy? Nate?” 

They both step apart quickly as Nate wipes his mouth clean. Maddy looks at you sheepishly, smiling boldly and she grabs onto his bicep. When she looks at the boy in front of you, she loses her smile quickly.

“Is that Fezco? What the fuck are you doing?”

“Oh hell no. We’re leaving right now.” You answer, getting more and more aggravated as the conversation starts to turn on you. You stand quickly, grabbing her wrist and you storm down the hall. 

“Wait, Y/N, I don’t want to leave yet! Me and Nate are-”

“You and Nate are toxic.” Maddy looks at you again, venom starting to show through her face. You’re both intoxicated, and this can't end well. You know what you have to do, but your morals stop you for a minute. 

Screw this.

“Look Maddy, you wanted to be here. Not me. I can’t do this anymore. I'm so sick of being out. I wanna go home. Please?” You will your eyes to fill with tears, and with the strength of God they do. Her eyes widen and then her face morphs from irritation to pity. 

“I’m sorry baby.” She wraps you up into a hug. Her nails scratch your back lightly, and you swear you could fall asleep in her arms. “Let's go home.” 

You search the room one last time in search of Fez, but you can’t find him. You spend the rest of the night punching yourself for not saying goodbye. 

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As you wash your makeup off, your phone rings. The screen lights up and fills your bathroom. As you look at the phone and see his name, you swear your heart stops. Maybe he’s thinking about it too?

fez, two-thirteen am:

do they always follow whatchu say?

you, two-thirteen am:

no, barely ever. I’m having a bad week tho, remember?

fez, two-fourteen am:

i believe you. well, goodnight

it was real nice talking to you btw

we should do it again soon 

when you sober or not crying 

You leave it on read. 

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thats all for now! see you soon! :)