#that would be even more embarrassing lololo

[a-spacecadet]

I love these photos of JFK, it’s much easier for me to imagine what clone JFK would look like in real life. 😄

(And if you ask me, the cartoon depiction of him in clone high is an excellent caricature cause this looks exactly like him XD)

Especially the bottom middle, that’s LITERALLY clone JFK in the flesh 😅

[opluffys]

Reverse Captain- Killer x Reader x Eustass Kid

okay okay this is like the last old story from my archive account that i’m posting here *maybe? lmao idk* :,). i’m head over heels in love with killer so i got like ten wips for him lololo. lowkey don’t like how this one turned out, but it’s a couple of months old so idc anymore hehe. anyway i hope you guys enjoy! oh, also sorry if the spacing looks weird, i was too lazy to go through the whole thing and edit it...

-smut/nsfw-

You felt deliciously full and sore, the quick sliding of your captain's cock against your tight walls nearly made you lose consciousness.

"Fuck... Kid..!" You yelled, feeling his girth stretch you.

He grunted behind you and continued to thrust into you wildly, almost as wild as that red hair of his, which was now stuck to his forehead.

Your breasts were flush against the table of his office, rocking back and forth, creating a wanted friction that fueled your desire.

It was no surprise that Kid was rough in bed, just one look at the man and pretty sure anyone could tell. But you just weren't ready for it all, the way his cock just hit every spot inside of you so perfectly... When he leaned down to nip your ear and leave harsh markings on your neck, you felt like you couldn't keep up with him.

You broke the eye contact you had with countless papers and unfinished works in progress on Kid's desk, and looked fervently for your sword. You took that damn thing with you everywhere you went, you would risk your own life for that sword.

When you finally made eye contact with that beautiful blue casing, your face illuminated, you quickly grabbed it, using the hilt of the sword to press against Kid's chest.

"What the fuck..." He started angry, then stumbling backwards onto a stray chair in the middle of the room that fell victim to you and Kid.

"I think you need to slow down a bit, Captain." You said, your voice like sweet honey as you sauntered over to where he was sat, straddling his thighs.

"So you used Sea Stone to tell me that?!" He snapped, about to get up before you pressed the hilt against him once again.

"Ah ah. Feisty are we? I think it's my turn to take charge for the night, don't you, my Captain?" You asked, raising your hips to line yourself up right against his shaft, teasing the redding head with your slick entrance.

"Damn woman..." He growled, trying to get up again, but you were barely faster than him, trailing the hilt of the sword all over his body, making him groan tiredly.

"I would fucking end you if you weren't such a good doctor." He grumbled, still attempting to take charge every few minutes, evidently failing.

"That's all I am? Your doctor?" You responded, faking a disappointment tone. You still continued to rub your folds teasingly over the painfully hard head of your captain.

He raised his hand and you raised your sword, he almost chuckled, instead sending a smirk your way.

"Relax, princess. If I still wanted to actually take charge, you would've been screaming my name over my desk years ago. I guess I'll let you dominate this one time, but next time," He leaned into your ear, nipping it and taking the sensitive cartilage into his mouth. "You're gonna be wishing that you had done it my way." He finished.

You gulped nervously, the tone of his voice nearly made you want to bend yourself back over that desk, forgetting the thoughts of ever wanting to dominate your captain ever again.

Kid let out booming laughter at your reaction, about to come up with a snarky retort, but he was soon silenced by a grunt of pleasure as you finally decided to lower yourself onto his hardened arousal.

"Oh, fuck... So tight..." He whispered, biting his lip as he tried to silence his sounds.

You shuddered noticeably as he filled you to the brim, no, even further than that. He never let you ride him before, because 'You're too slow.' as he said. But as of now, being slow worked in your favour, making the red haired captain begin to lose his cool, grunts and groans of frustration leaving his full painted lips.

"Oh! Oh Captain!! Yes!!" You yelled, feeling his strong arms just tightly wrapped against you and feeling his warm pants fanning across your equally warm face just did something for you.

"Keep talking like that... I won't fulfil my end of the deal." He panted, hands attached to your plush hips, grinding against him thoughtfully.

"That'd be a shame, Captain... Because next time, I'm up for whatever you wanna do. And I mean anything, Kid." You said, sultrily pulling him in and out of you, your wet insides protesting him pulling out every time.

That seemed to shut him up for a while.

"So I've been thinking." You started, bottoming out on his lap, hissing in pleasure after feeling so full. "Your first mate, Killer... He doesn't like me much?" You asked, warming his cock, leaning your forehead against his pectorals.

"I know how Killer ticks. He doesn't hate you or anything, just no reason to make conversation with you. Why do you ask?" Kid replied, unconsciously bucking his hips upwards once in a while, earning you to pull your sword out and poke him with it a couple of times.

"No reason. I just think he's kinda sexy. What's under that mask leaves my imagination running wild, ya know." You said playfully, using your agile hands to tweak and pinch every inch of his built torso.

"What are you really getting at, (First Name)." He said, tone now completely serious, and even though he was stilled inside of you, length twitching and just dying to ravage your insides, the captain's voice never faltered, remaining serious.

"Okay, maybe I daydream of being pinned under your first mate, childhood friend, whatever. But hey, I admit it that he's really, really hot. Okay, happy now, Eustass?" You groaned, hitting your head against his chest in embarrassment, ready for him to scream at you for wanting to have sex with his best friend.

"Okay."

"Yes, I deserve whatever punishment you think is fit- wait, what?" You paused, thinking that you didn't hear him properly.

"I was your first, but by no means were you mine. So if you wanna fuck another dude, at least do it when I'm gone, or some shit." He grunted, rolling his eyes when he saw your surprised expression.

"Fuck, Kid. Please bend me over and fuck me as hard as you want." You whimpered, feeling so pleased at his response.

"With pleasure, princess." He replied, sending a wicked grin your way, harsh hands attached to your sides.

You stood at the edge of the ship, waving goodbye to your captain, who stood alongside Heat and Wire, going into the next island that you all had drifted to.

The two of you decided to hatch up a not too great plan of leaving you and Killer alone on the ship, which was 'I leave with Heat and Wire to the next island, because I'm captain, I do whatever the fuck I want.' which, had actually worked out well.

He sent a shit eating smile your way, then turned around to take his leave, the two other men following their captain.

Killer stood by your side silently, he was never one for being chatty, you knew that much. You took a few looks at the man, his plain black shirt hugging his muscles so tight, that scar on his arm made you tighten your legs, feeling an undeniable warmth flood your senses. You continued your not so subtle stares, the way his blonde mane fell down his broad shoulders and framed his body looked phenomenal, and the only thing you couldn't see was that damn face of his. You stared at the dozen holes on the striped mask, almost like trying to see through it.

"Is something the matter?" He asked, sounding more like a statement than a question. You stiffened, looking upwards towards the blonde, feeling so small in his presence.

You didn't get to be in bed with Eustass Kid for feeling small, though.

"No, Killer." You said, dragging his name out from your tongue, walking closer to his stature. You leaned against his strong chest, a gentle hand laying on his rippling muscles.

"But I think that you have something the matter with me." You said, taking your hand off of him, giving him a sly smile.

"You must've imagined it." He replied coolly, walking away to his quarters, not even giving you a chance to further your attempt at a conversation.

You clicked your tongue and walked past Kid's lackeys, who were all staring at your ass while you passed by, going to wandering into the kitchen.

You turned your head to look at them, smiling at how painfully obvious they were being while gawking at you. If only Killer sent a single gaze your way like these men here, it'd make your job of seduction a lot easier.

You took a seat in the kitchen, a stray chair in front of the stove. You picked at your nails, desperately waiting for someone to scream for your help, claiming they've been injured and needed your help. Though it was a bit bad to wait for someone to become injured, it was your role to assist them.

You didn't know when, but you leaned your head over onto your hand and started to doze off for a while, only jolting awake when you heard the sound of running water from behind you.

"Finally awake?"

You turned to where the voice came from, swallowing hard when you saw that mess of blonde hair.

"There's a plate in front of you, if you're hungry." He said, continuing to wash dishes. Yes, of course you were hungry, but not for food.

You hummed softly, getting up to smooth your skirt and walk over to Killer, offering your hand to help. "Maybe later. How about some assistance?" You asked, settling next to him to dry the wet plates. He shrugged lightly, his blonde tendrils swaying along his strong shoulders. Oh, how you wanted to just grab onto those shoulders while he thrusted into you wildly, grunting and groaning in your ear how you took him so well-

"Here."

You snapped out of your daydreams and took the plate from him, drying it off and placing it onto the shelf.

The two of you sustained a steady rhythm of washing and drying for a while, until you accidentally had dropped a glass cup, seeming to smash into a million pieces upon impact.

"Shit." You mumbled, crouching down to pick up the glass with your bare hands, of course, a bad idea, but you weren't weak, you could take a few cuts as long as you cleaned the mess.

Killer stood silently behind you, admiring the view of you bent down, even though he really shouldn't be. He pulled you up by the arms, surprising you, nearly dropping the glass shards.

You looked at his mask with a perplexed look on your face, dropping the bits of glass into the trash bin, dusting your hands off.

Killer started walking over to you, and you, being confused of what he needed, continued to back up, until your back hit the wall.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to drop it or anything. Besides, I cleaned it up. We all good?" You asked, looking up at him.

"Why do you do this, (First Name)." He asked, grabbing your chin in his calloused hand, forcing your wandering eyes to peer into the mask.

"Do what?" You replied, resting your hand atop his sculpted arm, his muscle twitching at your touch.

"Make me want to pin you against the wall and fuck your brains out." He said, not moving his hand from your skin.

You froze in place, it seemed your job was easier than you had thought. "So do it, Killer." You smiled, tracing your hands over his strong torso.

"I can't." He answered, moving away from you, back to the sink to dry the rest of the dishes. You frowned, your painted lips then creating a flat line as you stood in thought.

"You can. I'm the captain's girl, right?" You said, walking behind him, trailing your nails through the material of the black shirt, feeling his muscles tense under you. "And you're captain when he's gone." You said, standing on your tippy toes to nip at his strong neck, leaving a barely visible mark behind.

You were sure you didn't even blink before you were over the counter, Killer's arm against your back, preventing you to move. A smile spread across your features, sighing contently as you felt his other hand squeeze and pinch along your clothed body.

"Mm, Killer..." You whimpered softly, grinding against his crotch. His breath hitched, but he easily retaliated, a loud hiss of pleasure leaving your lips as you felt a stinging sensation on your ass.

"I guess you're just like captain. Always wanting to take charge." You sighed, feeling the cool air hit your dripping cunt, accommodating the size of Killer's digits. "I guess so." He said, his gaze on how you took his three fingers.

You moaned loudly, biting your lip while shifting your weight from foot to foot, unable to take the torture any longer. "I didn't come here for your fingers." You grumbled, closing your eyes as he curled his fingers deep inside of you.

"Yeah, but this is probably the only time I'm going to be able to enjoy you. Gotta take it nice," He stopped, pulling his fingers out to circle your clit. "And slow." He finished. You were sure he was smirking underneath that mask.

"It doesn't have to be." You whimpered, backing your hips against him again, feeling his bulge rub against you. You heard him take a sharp inhale, contemplating whether to continue the teasing, or to just give in.

"Please." You begged, placing your forehead against the hard table.

And he had his answer.

The sound of a fumbling belt buckle behind you put a smile on your face. "Finally." You mumbled, feeling his tip press against your entrance. You bit your lip from letting out a scream as he suddenly filled you, a shaky sigh leaving Killer's lips.

"Ah... Fuck, Killer!" You panted, your hands grabbing the counter harshly. His tan arm lifted from you, now squeezing your hips tightly, pulling you back against him, relishing in your warmth.

"Killer... Fuck... You stretch me so good!" You yelled, moaning when you felt him fill you over and over again. "You're awfully quiet back there, am I not what you expected?" You said, a fake tone of sadness lacing your voice.

"Unlike you or Kid, I'm not so vocal." He responded, trying not to show the strain on his voice, even when you were wrapped so tightly against him, your pussy dragging him in deeper and deeper with every thrust. "You're even better than I thought, (First Name)." Killer said, pushing himself into you deeper than what you thought possible.

"Isn't this position boring? Why don't you pin me against the wall and fuck my brains out like you proposed? You can even have me do the work and ride you, or even-" You were cut off when your mouth was filled with Killer's long fingers, taking your tongue between them. "You know, you make a good point. I can't see the faces you're making." He said, pulling out of you slowly.

"Why don't we go somewhere more, private." He said, his deep voice making your legs shake. You nodded fervently, pulling your panties up and adjusting your skirt. You tried to take a step forward, but your wobbly knees betrayed you, nearly making you fall down until Killer took your hand, pulling you up gently. "We weren't even going for that long." He said, making sure that you could stand before letting you go. "You're big, what do you expect?" You mumbled, rolling your eyes.

When you were stable, you tried taking another step under Killer's gaze. Again, you failed and your hands flew to his extended arm. He sighed audibly and lifted you up, carrying you like a bride. "What a gentleman." You giggled, your hand wrapping around his neck softly. He didn't reply as he started walking back to his room, obviously attracting stares along the way.

"Killer..." You whimpered, feeling his cock push against your womb, making you see stars. Your back was against the cool wall, seeming to steal the warmth that radiated off of you. "You're tight even when you and the captain go at it everyday..." He grunted, his hips snapping against yours. You would've laughed if you weren't pinned against the wall getting fucked. "Yeah, sorry about that... I know I can get a little, ya know..." You said timidly, a warmth settling on your cheeks after getting called out for being so loud.

"I've always wondered what your lips feel like." You sighed, feeling him stretch you so good. "Not today, (First Name)." He said, biting his lip softly, trying not to let out too much noise, even though you couldn't even hear him. "Come on, Killer. All I've wanted to see was your face the second I joined the crew, and that was years ago, that says something." You said, trying to sound angry, but that was seemingly impossible with a huge cock inside of you.

Killer seemed to stand still in thought, wondering if he could actually show you his face. He didn't hold any negative feelings toward you, but he wasn't sure if he trusted you enough. "And if I do..?" He asked, not moving any longer, his cock deep inside of you. "If you do, then I most definitely think that we would enjoy ourselves much more." You replied, hands squeezing his strong shoulders tightly. He made a sound of disapproval as he pulled out of you again, walking away from you. You barely stood, only with help of a chair next to you were you able to stand.

A confused face took over your gentle features, pondering if you had said or did something wrong. "Damn it, how the fuck did I mess this up so badly..?" You sighed, starting to gather your clothes slowly, silently wishing Killer was here to help you out. It was the least he could do if he didn't want you anymore.

"(First Name), do me a favour." You heard him, he was out of view, for some reason. You hummed, signalling that you heard him. "Close your eyes, just for a little while." He said, his voice coming closer to where you stood. You complied, used to taking orders, especially on a ship where Eustass Kid was captain.

You felt a rougher hand tangle with your soft one, leading you somewhere. You trusted Killer, but you had no clue what he was going to do.

You were stopped for a moment, then brought down onto muscled thighs, your hand still tightly wrapped with Killer's. It took you a moment to realise that you were straddling his thighs, your cheeks adapting a sudden warmth at the intimate pose you two held.

You felt warm lips against yours, your abdomen knotted tightly at the feeling. His tongue softly pushed against your own, his lips tangling within your own in a fierce dance, the two of you seemingly unable to get enough of each other.

Your hand still laced with Killer's, you squeezed it harder unconsciously, feeling your lungs start to burn after not inhaling enough oxygen. Your open hand wandered lower, tracing Killer's strong abs and his beautiful V-line, finally finding his rock hard length, your hand softly pumping it when he released your lips with a groan. 

"Fuck, (First Name)... Just like that..." He whispered, his pants warming your face. His breath smelled of a cool mint, opposing your captains fierce cinnamon scent.

Your eyes were still shut, though you were dying to take a small peek, you were sure he was just as beautiful as the rest of his body.

You continued your ministrations while Killer ravaged your soft lips, his lipstick mixing with yours. Any time while the two of you locked lips, you felt his cock twitch in your hands, obviously wanting to be back inside of your warmth. You subtly raised your hips, lining his cock up with your entrance. Just as you started to lower yourself, Killer thrusted his hips forward, sheathing himself inside of you quickly. You yelled against his lips, separating the two of you.

He would've laughed if he didn't dislike doing so. "You know I can see what you're doing, right?" He asked, his harsh tone of voice seeming to disappear.

"S-Shut your damn mouth..." You whispered, closing your eyes tighter than they already were. You opened your mouth to speak once again, but you were silenced by a pair of lips against yours once again. It was as if he couldn't get enough of you, each kiss was like air to him, his lungs burning like a fire until your cool lips met with his scorching ones. It was weird how you were the one who wanted to kiss him so bad, but he was the one who kept initiating it.

He pulled back from you, leaving your lips slightly agape and stinging, a sensation that was welcomed by you. "You can open your eyes now." He sighed, worried about how you'd react.

Your (eye colour) eyes strained open, the light making it hard to fully open them on command. You squinted, then little by little opened them fully, eyes resting on Killer's tanned chest, your mouth wanting to leave markings on the skin. You just realised that your hand still laid on top of Killer's gently, you muttered a quick apology and looked up at him, your eyes meeting his.

Your mouth hung open slightly, seeing his blonde hair fall into his face perfectly, his long eyelashes tickling his strong cheekbones, his full lips swollen after meeting your own countless times.

"So handsome..." You mumbled, seemingly forgetting that he was still inside of you. You noticed his cheeks get warmer, as you sent him a small smile. 

"Thank you."

He looked at you, confusion written all over his pretty features. "For?" He asked, his now free hand caressing your hips, tracing small shapes with his tall fingers.

"For trusting me... I know we never talk, but I trust you as much as Captain." You sighed, your forehead against his chest. "And well, obviously the other two." You laughed, referring to Heat and Wire.

He didn't know what to say, but he began to feel slightly bad. "Why did you never talk to me, anyway? When I first joined you used to at least make small talk with me, but then it stopped." You said, looking up at him with an undeniable sadness in your eyes. He sighed, averting his stare. "I knew something like this were to happen if I continued to talk to you. When you and Kid became a thing, I had to back off, respect that you were his, or the temptations would overcome me someday." He said, returning his gaze to you.

You hummed, satisfied with the answer. "At least you don't hate me." You said, raising your hips to be able to kiss him again, lips against his own with fierce intent.

"Please fuck me, Killer." You whimpered, unable to take just his stationary cock inside of you any longer. He didn't respond back to you, but began to assist you in moving on top of him, your arms resting against his shoulders as you started to bounce on him, his cock going inside and out with such a lewd sound.

Killer's hands gripped your hips tightly, lifting you onto him easier than if you were doing it alone. "Fuck..." He groaned, feeling your fleshy walls tighten around him, warmth over flooding his entire being.

You felt him push against the spot that nearly induced you into a deep unwanted sleep, letting out a loud moan, unable to form words to tell him to keep hitting that spot.

He knew what angle to go out now, abusing your wet walls with every snap of his hips. He moved his hand lower to circle your clit slowly, hearing you give a wanton whisper of his name fuelled his need to make you finish around him.

You felt your leg twitch as you felt your inevitable release creep up on you. Your moans and whimpers grew to a higher pitch, with a raise of your hips, Killer met your lips against his once again, you never growing tired of the feeling. One more deep thrust inside of you, and you couldn't take it, accidentally screaming into Killer's open lips, you separated from his mouth and whimpered again as you came around him, your arousal dripping down onto his erection and onto the both of your thighs.

He continued to lazily drill into you, filling you to the brim until he was satisfied. He bit his lip as you tightened onto him harshly, almost like not wanting to let go. You moaned his name, feeling sensitive with every move.

"So fucking good." He whispered to himself, getting lost in your soft insides. He too felt release coming sooner than he thought. You were just so good around him, smaller than him and still able to take him better than initially thought.

A few more thrusts and he pulled out, grunting softly as he came on your stomach, thick white ropes of his sticky seed on your naked body.

He got up to bring you a towel, finally feeling the after effects on him, collapsing onto the bed beside you gently. You smiled, your lipstick was slightly smeared and your hair was tousled messily. You cleaned yourself up and laid next to him, locking lips again softly, feeling him being so gentle with you made you feel like you could take him again right then and there.

His eyes were on yours after you backed up from the kiss, a smile on your face as you closed your eyes.

"I could get used to this."

[mariposalass]

Do You Want to Make a Snow Kirb? (Snowman)

For my Day 9 entry to @silentlyfangirlingselfshipper​’s A Very Shippy Christmas event, the focus is on snowmen. In real life sadly, I live in a tropical nation, so my experience with snow is limited. And so my S/I is no different as California doesn’t see that much snow beyond weird incidents wherein Mother Nature had a brain fart of some sort and snow-capped mountains. Still, I have an idea: Making a Kirby themed snowman with Kirby! I did have a hard time trying to find the original source of Kirby on top of a snowman base that got me inspired, but here it is. Enjoy!

Also tagging @plucky-belmondo​ because it’s Kirby time!

With so much thick snow falling all over Dream Land during this time of the year, nobody likes to get stir crazy from staying inside for long periods of time and many do so by having snow and winter related activities such as building snowmen and snow structures. There are also Chillies, snowman creatures that roam around Dream Land and try to freeze Kirby in the games, only for him to take their abilities when needed. Yes, these guys enjoy winter a lot that whenever they get too excited about it, they end up making too much snow for everyone, yikes. Although they don’t mean to coat everything in snow though.

All Dream Landers are competitive on snowman building and we want to make one as well. Kirby’s friends with a couple of Chillies, so we have a good footing with them helping us in the snow making part. Sometimes King Dedede and Meta Knight would join us, but they’re also pretty competitive too and would sometimes do that solo against each other and against other Dream Landers for bragging rights.

Originally, we wanted to make a Chilly snowman, but the Chillies find such attempts too embarrassing to have their likeness being imprinted on snow. A LOT. And it’s even more painful if you try to pry off their eyebrows, bucket hats, or bell neck collars for your snowmen, as seen in this Kirby 25th Anniversary Picture. Ouch!

So Plan B: make a regular snowman: roll up 2-3 large snowballs of varying sizes, grab random items for parts, and, viola!, instant snowman.

But this year, it got pretty interesting: while attempting to build one to amuse Tiff and Tuff, Kirby accidentally loses one big snowball after the base ball while running to find me, with it landing on King Triple D’s head and giving him a headache. Thankfully, he didn’t got mad at us, though he’s still nursing the big boo-boo on his head though.

This would have been a setback, but Kirby decides to volunteer himself to be the face ball for the year, he’s immune to extreme weather conditions, don’t ask me that, I have no clue about why he can handle the snow with very little outerwear. So I place him on top of the base snowball, then wrap in a Gryffindor scarf, stick in 2 Star Rods, and add 2 rocks for buttons: and here you go, a snow Kirby! He’s already wearing his night cap for his winter hat so that’s one less thing to worry about.

I’ll admit I didn’t expect everyone to find Kirby sitting on a snowman base to be amusing or even good, but everyone actually love it! King Dedede is already telling the other Smashers about it and Meta Knight, while never admitting it to the public, honestly felt his heartstrings being tugged so much it hurts! Tiff and Tuff love it to death, and so do Lololo & Lalala.

[syubits]

four, three, doux

[doux (adj.) soft, gentle, sweet.]

genre: FLUFF LOLOLO LO

a/n: I jus wanted to write about how much i want to hold namjoon’s hands ok..

 Namjoon has pretty hands.

You always knew that – it starts off as an offhand observation– thoughts about it coming and go as fleetingly as his touches. Like when your own clumsy hands let the coins slip through fingers when the barista hands you back the change at the counter, and Namjoon lets out a short sigh as rough hands shape yours into a cup before they are dropped onto your palm. And like now, when those long and slender fingers are curled around the white porcelain mug to bring it up to his lips to take a sip of the hot coffee. The mug is set down on the small plate, the slight slide of the two objects making a draggy gravelly noise that sends a shudder down your spine. Namjoon leans forward and rests on his elbows, and you almost curse as he bites on the tip of his pinky out of habit, the other hand busy scrolling down his Twitter notifications. You really should try and get rid of this habit of –

“…-staring.” His voice pulls you back to your surroundings, deep in timbre and thought over the small bustle in the café.

“Huh?”

“You’re staring.” When you meet his gaze, it’s curious and bemused both at the same time – there’s a playful lilt to his voice, teasing the way you’re zoning out while practically gawking at him. Either way, you don’t miss the way his lips twitch in a poorly surpressed grin, your heart thumping furiously because shit – you’ve been caught – and you know better than try to deny when it came to him and his sharp intiuitive skills. Dread knots up your stomach in odd places that has you clenching your belly over nothing as Namjoon places his phone down in favor of resting his chin in his palms as he awaits your response.

“You have a habit of biting your fingers,” you say, making him raise his eyebrows. He doesn’t miss the way you tuck your hair behind an ear – you never lie but you’ve adopted that nervous habit for when you’re hiding something.

“Really?” Namjoon watches as you nod, taking a sip from your own mug and wonders what exactly you’re avoiding. “Huh.”

“Anyway,” you blurt out, and Namjoon sighs because you think you’re so smooth at swaying the conversation off topic, but he lets it go because he will find out eventually, “I have to do up this statistics graph thing for my report and I am utterly distressed because I know nothing about math.” Your head thunks louder than necessary on the table where you lay down abruptly in defeat.

“We took additional math in high school together,” he sighs. “We learnt about tangent graphs and shit.”

Your groan comes out in muffled warbles, face contorted in distress as you clap your hands over your ears. “Those were demonic and you know I failed every test except the actual final, Namjoon.”

“And you know I’m going to help you with this just like I did the last time, ________.”

You jackknife up into a sitting position, hands clasped and Namjoon wonders how your eyes can sparkle like that or if he might just be a little more than whipped for you than he expected. 

“Thank youuuuu,” and Namjoon almost laughs at the look of pure relief on your face, “I knew I could always count on you – like four, three, two~ and –“ 

“You can stop now,” Namjoon holds a palm up, halting any progression of your singing. “I’ll teach you without having you slandering Bruno Mars’ songs like that.” He gets flipped the bird for the remark, but easily slips into Serious Nerd Mode the moment you pass him your notes and the many chunks of highlighted text (”Jeez, that’s a lot of questions, _____”) – and Namjoon is patient and kind as he brings you through the different functions and definitions and soft when correcting your errors and doubts. Namjoon is also observant and he definitely picks up on how you sometimes blank out when his hands drift across the paper to point out some important points, the way your eyes flit between your fingers and his and the fact that his pinky is almost as long as your forefinger and how his hands look rough and littered with tiny scars from clumsy accidents here and there and yours look smooth in comparison and that he’d very much like to trace the different lines on your palm.

It’s 10:50PM when you finally finish coursing through the entire topic, and your head feels a little lighter with the tantamount weight of questions finally lifted off it. You don’t want to leave just yet because you hadn’t really spent the time with Namjoon, just discussed math like it was a tutoring session of some kind but you wouldn’t exactly be parting ways yet either – Namjoon always insists on sending you home but it’s still hard to hide the pang of regret while you are putting away your notes.

“It’s so warm out,” you complain the moment you the automatic doors close behind you, effectively shutting you out from the air conditioning in the mall.

“Hey.” Namjoon holds his hand out to you, palm upwards, opening it and revealing… absolutely nothing. You stare at it a moment, squinting even harder when you still don’t see anything.

“Um…I’m…-?” 

“Do you want to hold it? You’ve been staring at them the whole day.”

 He watches as scarlet warmth sear unforgivingly across your cheeks. “I – I wasn’t…”

“So you do want to hold it?”

“Fuck. –You,” your inward reaction at falling into his verbal trap tumbles out of your mouth, and you quickly cover it up with a more direct curse and scowl.

“Take it easy, we haven’t even held hands yet,” he chuckles. “Not that you want to anyway,” he shrugs, literally retracting his offer and shoving it into his pockets. Great. You missed your chance and you’re going to have to bring yourself to say aloud words too embarrassing to even think about if you wanted to take him up on that offer. Plus he looked sad. It was probably a fake somber expression considering it was just a joke, completely playful and lighthearted teasing, but you didn’t want him to think that way either.

“It’s not that I don’t want to,” you start, albeit glumly.

Namjoon adjusts the hood of his jacket, attention still on you. “But…?”

Somehow your expression turns even more sour and Namjoon tries to bite his smile down. You always were so moody when it came to admitting things you didn’t like to admit.

“There wasn’t a ‘but’ at the end of that.” Lighter, quicker steps on your part and Namjoon covers his laugh with a cough. You have got to stop running away from things you don’t want to face but it’s fine, because all he needs is to take one step to match your four little ones trying to scurry away. Four, three, two –

Something large, warm and tenderly envelopes your hand, digits intertwining with yours and sparking static from the contact to every other inch of skin in a buzzing bloom of secret affection, and you feel like your entirety is lit up by fairy lights. Your face is in flames and you know it, so you just cast your eyes downwards where Namjoon’s hands is linked with yours and yes in fact, the feeling is ‘super nice’ like you keep thinking it would be and it is better than nice but you don’t have the vocabulary to express it or any time to because Namjoon brushes his thumb over your knuckles and you almost die.  

Namjoon never lets go of your hand the entire journey home.

[scoup-d-etat]

do you have any fanfic recs (preferably friends to lovers but tbh im down for anything at this point)

Omg I cant believe you’re asking ME ahhhhh do u really trust me? lololo

1. Our twenties by @citruseungkwan (VERKWAN) 

vernon gets used to living with his roommate, boo seungkwan. a slice-of-life story about the relationships that blossom during the times of their youth, as well as the various experiences and the growing pains that happen in between. ( Yoo if ur into slow pace and rap battles then u gotta read this)

2. Baby Daddy  (MEANIE)

Wonwoo wakes up at 3:46 one morning, $3000 richer and with a more exciting life ahead of him. The only downside? He has a kid, a baby girl he didn't even know existed, and has no idea how to care for her. Cue Mingyu and his surprisingly good taking-care-of-children skills. (What can i say? Im a sucker for Wonwoo as a dad why is his kid’s name always nari ??)

3. Reckless, Wild Youth by @woozifi (MEANIE)

What better way to determine if the silent, daydreaming outcast is gay than by seeing if he falls in love with a handsome and popular guy in his class?

A story in which high school is full of Embarrassing Heterosexuals and college may be a little better, Mingyu doesn’t know what he’s getting into with that Wonwoo kid, his friends Seungcheol and Jihoon are kind of assholes, and a lot of growing up and lessons learned is to be had. (Of course the queen of all fanfics~ I personally think that everyone in the fandom should read this masterpiece)

4. Acte de foi  (WONHUI)

Wonwoo leaps into the air and his jumps take him up, up, and up. Even when Junhui stops practicing his pirouettes, his head spins, spins, and spins. Those two things may or may not be related, but Junhui’s too busy trying to survive his third and final year of high school to notice. (I like me some high school aus heheh)

5. Ataraxy (MEANIE) 

That was what Jeon Wonwoo felt whenever he was around Kim Mingyu. Calm, relaxed, free from his problems. Kim Mingyu had an effect on Jeon Wonwoo like alcohol would. Minus the fact that the mentioned product came with terrible consequences and effects, and that Jeon Wonwoo wanted Kim Mingyu. Unlike alcohol.  (I cant really remember but im pretty sure i liked this fic lololo)

6. Carry me home tonight (SOONHOON)

Somewhere between hook-ups, post-it notes, red tapes and strip Uno, they find something more than what they bargained for. Hint: it's a four-letter word.  (You just have to read it man it will change ur life)

7. Golden Boys (SOONHOON?)

Lee Jihoon is the top student in his school, the son of a small restaurant owner, and leads an overall regular but boring life in Busan. However when he gets a scholarship to the richest school in South Korea, he’s thrust into the cutthroat world of the elite. Pledis High is where the wealthiest students are sent to be groomed as heirs to their family business empires, a school filled with privileged teens divided by their status.  (Summer romance kindaaa friends to lovers?? totally reminds me of boys over flowers)

8. At a glance (JICHEOL)

The funny thing about relationships is how you think you’re the one in control. But in reality, almost none of the choices made are actually your own. Alternatively: Everyone has their own agenda. (A collection of scenes that outline Seungcheol’s and Jihoon’s relationship together) (i dont really remmeber this but i love it)

9. In The eye of the beholder (VERKWAN)

Vernon is a half-demon, and a lifetime of prejudice and watching people avoid him for his frightening appearance has made him alone and friendless for most of his life. Seungkwan is a breath of fresh air, willing to approach him when no one else will—maybe because he's just that nice of a person, probably because he is completely, totally blind. (their friendship is so precious help)

10. Paper Heart  (VERKWAN)

Vernon falls in love with the sight of beauty, a handful of dream, and a petite figure with bigger heart who speaks through his fingers. Vernon falls in love with Boo Seungkwan - but if only it was really that easy. (get ready to get your heart wreck)

lols sorry theres too much meanie and verkwan lolololol im a true believer sorry and for other pairs i read other kind of aus hmu if u want more recommendations ~

[youngsilvereyedwitch-blog]

Questions Meme

Pick one of your muses.

Fill in the questions/statements as if you were your muse in a new post. DON’T REBLOG! Tag five people to do this meme~ TAGGED BY: @fluff-of-yarn

What is your name?

“Kathandra.”

2. What is your real name?

“Kathandra Rhyne? I don’t have a fake name?”

3. Do you know why you were called that?

“It’s simply just the name my mother and father chose. It’s so long and odd sounding... It’s why I prefer Kathy.”

4. Are you single or taken?

“Happily taken~”

5. Have any abilities or powers?

“You’re talking to a witch. I possess plenty of powers, though the greatest powers in my possession do not belong to me. My necklace contains the pinch of the power of a god... and can turn me into a dragon at will.”

6. Stop being a Mary Sue.

“Hey, if you’re jealous of the fact I have powerful magic, that’s your problem.”

7. What’s your eye colour?

“Um... Have you read the blog url? They’re silver. It runs in my family. It actually... held me back when I first left the forest. Since no one knew I had been born, they thought I was my uncle in disguise.”

8. How about your hair colour?

“Brown.”

9. Have you any family members?

“Most of my family is dead... However, when my Uncle wooed Lady Shira, he slept with another woman behind her back... So I do have a little cousin named Nerina. Oh! And Cuvo is like a brother to me!”

10. Oh? What about pets?

“Well, not really. Even if Cuvo is a crow, he means much more to me than just a pet.”

11. That’s cool I guess, now tell me about something you don’t like.

“The sight of b-blood...”

12. Do you have any hobbies/activities you like doing?

“I love to sing and dance! Oh, and sometimes Princess Cherith will invite me to go and swim in the lake near her palace!”

13. Ever hurt anyone before?

“Yes. It comes along with defending Caershire.”

14. Ever…killed anyone before?

“...I have. Beasts and monsters my uncle sent after me, and... well, had I not set out, my uncle would not have been executed....”

15. What kind of animal are you?

“I’m not an animal?”

16. Name your worst habits.

“I can be a bit hotheaded at time, I will admit... And a little self-depricating...”

17. Do you look up to anyone at all?

“Lady Shira, of course! They appointed her because of how compassionate and gentle she can be. She’s so accepting of people, and looks for the good in everyone... Though, I suppose that doesn’t always go well... like with my uncle...”

18. Gay, straight, or bisexual?

“Um... bisexual?”

19. Do you go to school?

“My parents home schooled me, but... there was still a lot I didn’t know about the outside world. Most of it was just learning potions and magic anyways.”

20. Do you ever want to marry and have kids one day?

“Mm~ Maybe~” -dreamy sigh-

21. Do you have any fanboys/fangirls?

“I recall a while back an anonymous being saying they had a crush on me...”

22. What are you most afraid of?

“...I fear failing Caershire. I already have before... as I feel I could’ve done something to save my parents... But also... of the day I must pass my duties on... I never had much a purpose till I got my duties, so... I fear what will become of me afterwards...”

23. What do you usually wear?

“Dresses mostly.”

24. Do you love someone?

“My dear, dear Obcasum~.”

25. When was the last time you wet yourself?

“As a child probably.”

26. Well, it’s not over yet!

“There’s more?”

27. What class are you?(High class, middle class, low class)

”While I do live behind my shop, which is a rather humble area, I sure do hope I’d be considered high class. I work for the goddess and take care of Caershire, after all!”

28. How many friends do you have?

“I’m quite close with the other holders! The one I live closest to is Cherith. Cuvo, of course, is a wonderful friend and brother to me. Oh! And Lutea, Daaku, Lololo, Lalala... I suppose quite a few friends!”

29. What are your thoughts on pie?

“Mmm! Pie is delious! Especially Thistleberry pie!.”

30. Favourite drink?

“Thistleberry tea”

31. What’s your favourite place?

“...That’s a hard one. Lady Shira’s palace perhaps? Oh! Or sitting by the cliff overlooking the village! Oh, I cannot decide!”

32. Are you interested in someone~

“...Weren’t there two questions earlier about this? I love Obcasum.”

33. What’s your bra cup size and/or how big is your willy?

Her hands immediately go to cover her chest, her face red with embarrassment and anger. “W-Why do you need to know?!”

34. Would you rather swim in the lake or the ocean?

“A lake!”

35. What’s your type?

“I’m not sure I understand...”

36. Any fetishes?

“Goodness, no!”

37. Seme or uke? Top or Bottom? Dominant or Submissive?

She just sighs in annoyance

38. Camping or indoors?

“Well.... perhaps camping? I stay indoors most of the time, so it would be fun.”

39. Are you wanting the quiz to end?

"It’s gone on for quite a while now, and I’d like to forgot I was asked some of these rather private and not needed questions...”

40. Now it’s over! Tag five people

“Tess, you’re up!”

((Uhhhhhhhhh do it if ya want?))

[cupkayke]

Cupkayke Rewatches/Liveblogs Boueibu!

Season 1, Episode 1 In the Name of Love

*Not technically a liveblog since I took my notes a couple days ago when I watched the ep but I just went back and took screencaps and added stuff soo... kinda? But anyway, HERE WE GO! My thoughts and screencaps under the cut!

The still shots with the sounds of Gora chopping wood in the background are a nice opening to the series- pretty artistic.

I’m not going to get too much into the opening dialogue about chikuwabu because @crazy-grrrl-on-the-computer pretty much broke it down as much as it’s possible in their brilliant analysis here. I pretty much LOVE that analysis and find it amazeballs because I’m a derp and know nothing about the cuisine they’re talking about so that entire speech went over my head on first watch.

WOMBAT’S PORTAL TO SPACE WTF. And En’s ‘unknown lifeform’ line right before this is technically foreshadowing even though the event happens literally two seconds later.

Lolol wombat stinks

Yumoto’s first line sounds so different than he usually does- his professional voice is like WHOAH. Then he sees Wombat and turns into the Yumoto we all have come to know and love. (OR AT LEAST I LOVE HIM)

Pfffff their faces. “Slowly... slowly... don’t draw attention...”

Fancy music for the Student Council~

 OHHHH KINCHAN SO COLD. Such an ice princess.

ARIMA Y SO SASSY? I wonder if he knows the circumstances between Kinshirou and Atsushi? If he does then this line holds weight- “you must have it easy” as in having a friend around? If he knows it’s not just a dig at their class/lazy reputation, it’s he’s genuinely upset for Kinshirou being so lonely. (Which in that particular screencap it could be even more telling because Kinshirou is walking further ahead of Ibushi and Akoya)

Our first monster of the week, Chiku Kazutake! - I remember when I first saw this I was super duper confused like ‘who is this stupid guy’ and ‘where are the pretty boys from the promos he isn’t pretty at all’

His inner monologue is pretty depressing, though. And relatable AF. 

TAWARAYAMA AND WOMBAT FOR THE FIRST TIME LOLOLOLOL EVERYBODY’S LIKE WTF

Side note here- how many variations of uniforms does this school accept? We’ve got sweaters, no jackets, buttoned/unbuttoned, En missing his tie (which is a violation), and then the SC and their fancy uniforms and then... Yumoto. In his sailor collar. WHICH DOESN’T MAKE ANY SENSE. IS THAT A VIOLATION TOO OR IS THAT ACCEPTABLE? Was that Yumoto’s Junior High shirt that he just wears underneath the Binan high jacket? I AM CONFUSED.

I suppose Yumoto’s sailor collar could symbolize his innocence but I have a hard time believing that the teachers and other staff would tolerate him wearing that if it’s not an actual uniform variation.

Wombat is a space tourist

Snerk

LOLOLO Yumoto uses Wombat’s confusion of ‘pass/acceptance’ against him hahahahaha. I love wordplayyyyy.

When Io and Ryuu are first introduced they seem like they’re going to be such one-note characters with one-track minds. I suppose it’s a parody of the archetypes rounding out magical girl groups buuuut still. (And then they run away to be some of the most popular characters go figure).

Atsushi is such a mom though but you definitely can tell he knows what kinchan would say. And I now realize I don’t have screencaps of Io and Ryuu’s suggestions that lead to this line and I’m too lazy to go back and get them oops.

Back to the loser. Eating lunch by himself. 

But seriously this kid’s eyes creep me out. WHY DOES HE NOT HAVE A WHITE PART???

Whose voice is that who says the caption? Is it Kinshirou? I can’t place it.

I don’t know Japanese but does Yumoto have a dialect? The subtitle in this ONE SCREENCAP seem to indicate so- dropping the ‘g’ sound is an indicator of a southern accent or certain city accents (like Boston or Brooklyn) so I’m not sure if it was unintentional or deliberate on the part of the subtitles? He doesn’t SOUND any different than the other characters but again, for all I know he could be using a regional dialect and little old me who only speaks English wouldn’t know the difference. Anyone know here? Is it just a marker of childish speech? Or a legit accent/dialect?

Angry wombat is angry.

Io making money off of defective products - I have a feeling he’s done that before... oh so sneaky.

All this talk about the Loveless makes me think Kingdom Hearts.

PSSSSSSSSH. YUMOTO. YOU KNOW WHY THEY QUESTION YOU???

PFFFT THIS SCENE.

THE POSES. 

THE FORCED DIALOGUE. 

Yumoto is so casual about it lolol he must watch magical girl animes.

Woooo dramatic poses!

Omg the s1 transformations I forgot about these. Their voices as they call out their ‘battle cries’ sound different than in later eps. En’s voice especially sounds way deeper- maybe they had the direction of ‘try to make as many panties wet as possible?” lolololol

I remember thinking when I first watched this that Io’s hair made him kinda ugly (cuz y’know, bowl cut much?) but then his transformation happened and I’m like shit man you know how to put on a performance. Holy shit he’s beautiful. I headcanon that as stoic and cool as Io acts he’s actually SUPER into the Battle Lover thing. Like he loves the fights and blowing off steam when it’s actually a threat. His demeanor is the one that changes the most when they transform, I think.

Aww Atsushi looks so embarrassed

Ryuu IS ADORABLE. He’s all “I’m so pretty!”

The kabuki rule is in effect in episode 1 lololol. Look at this Chikuwabu fucker waiting patiently in the background for the Battle Lovers to speech and transform before attacking.

Yumoto goes boing boing~ So bouncy!

Love stick… so suggestive. The dialogue is killing me.

THE SPARKLING PRINCE IS GONNA SPARKLE YOUR SPARKLES OFF

OMG CAN HE GET ANY CUTER?

This is where I was sold on Yumoto being my fave. Fuckin’ adorable.

Yumoto goes with the flow so well- the other boys are jelly

Or at least Ryuu is

Atsushi - we might as well treat a farce as a farce

HAHAHAHA NAMING THE ATTACKS STUPID THINGS

I AM AWESOME FIRE Ryuu you’re silly

Aww Yumoto and his coupons.

ROCK MUSIC STUDENT COUNCIL

DEM BOOTS

And then we see the s1 opening for the first time! I really really love this song, it’s so damn cute.

Side note- The SC’s voices in their line really blend well together… almost better than the DC

En’s pose in the opening is so cute - I didn’t grab a screencap because of the credits rolling by but y’all know what I’m talking about.

YUMOTO AND DUCKIES

Aaaaand that’s the end of Episode 1! When I first watched this episode I was at my friend’s house and I spent the entirety of the episode laughing my ass off on her couch while she just stared at me like WTF. As far as pilots go, aside from the opening scene, it doesn’t set up much other than the setting and characters but damn it makes it an enjoyable ride. I think it took me a few more episodes to get hooked but I was giggling the entire time. Is it a particularly strong pilot? Not really. Is it enough to get you to tune in for episode 2? Absolutely.

So screencapping and all that shit took FOREVER. Maybe I’ll get to Episode 2 before I hit the hay but my liveblog updates might be a smidgen sporadic. Hopefully I can offer more in terms of deep commentary in later eps, but for now it’s the beginning~ I might repost some of my screencaps in individual posts later for reblog purposes but we’ll see. :3