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* ˚ ✦astro observations VII* ˚ ✦

Links to other astrovations: Astrology observations l, Astrology Observations ll, Astrology observations lll, Astrology observations IV, Astro Observations V Astrology observations VI

✩ Aquarius and pisces moon's can get annoyed with others for no reason, they might even beat themselves up over it. I’ve noticed with these individuals (unless strong 4H placements are involved or cancer) that they tend to not like people who are constantly in their vicinity 24/7, especially friends or lovers, these people rlly enjoy their personal space and alone time so they recharge their social battery as well as their tolerance for others.

✩ Aqua and Pisces moons may also feel that they can’t be their real selves around others, this authentic version of them may only truly be revealed to family members or a very close friend or lover. This could also add to the need to be alone as they could feel no one will ever understand them, their mind, mannerisms and behaviour. It’s like they want someone to pick apart their brain and understand who they are at their core but at the same time they’re afraid of letting others into their internal world.

✩ North Node in the 7th house seems like a difficult placement for the NN to be in. NN in the 1st house would symbolise finding your direction in life independently, therefore being encouraged to rely on oneself. North Node in the 7th house is quite the opposite, in the worst cases, I've seen it manifest in individuals who feel like they're incomplete without a romantic life partner and never properly heal, jumping from one person to the next in order to not be alone. Positively, this placement can indicate being encouraged to work with other people and to develop deep connections to others as with SN in the 1st, you may be more inclined to do things your way. NN in the 7th pushes you in the direction of compromise and balance within relationships.

✩ Chiron and Neptune in the 3rd house can indicate troubles with speaking (speech impediment, afraid of speaking in front of a group of people etc).

✩ Chiron and Neptune in the 3rd can also show early childhood bullying or being purposefully left out/made fun of by other kids your age. I've seen quite a few people with this placement deal with this, and years later they develop social anxiety and in worst cases agoraphobia :(

✩ Going back to the first point of Chiron/Neptune- they may have felt stupid or "slower" than other kids their age when it came to school further adding to the sense of unease and anxiety when it comes to school or dealing with their peers.

✩P.S I love you Chiron/Neptune in 3H individuals ❤️, yall are so strong and you are smarter than you realise 🙏

✩Venus/Sun/Moon/Mars in the 5th house start getting into/doing more creative hobbies. Idc if it's music, writing, poems, acting, knitting, painting, dancing, fashion hell even sculpting and becoming a DJ, JUST DO ITTT. Trust you are blessed with a mind that inclines to the creative side, use this please esp if the moon is in the 5th house it will heal your inner child. Mars here could show you feeling energised from creative pursuits and hobbies, a creative career could be well-suited. Even if you don't pursue a creative career, or (from what some of these people have told me 😭) don't consider yourself creative, do anything where you can add your own twist and opinion to it. Even if you don't think so or see it yourself, others will definitely be able to see the emotion/innovation/vision in whatever you create.

✩Having a lot of placements in the lower hemisphere of the chart especially the 4th house can indicate having an introverted personality.

✩ Furthermore, this can also indicate an individual who has a lot of layers, and it takes a while to get them out of their shell. This or they choose who they want to see the real them, no matter the years you've known them or the closeness.

✩Martian ruled 12H (Scorpio/Aries) or Mars in the 12H can indicate having wild ass dreams. Might involve a lot of fighting, and chasing, honestly it's giving war-zone. Your dreams could be very, very vivid too.

✩ Martian-ruled 12H or Mars in the 12H can also indicate repressing your anger a lot. This could stem from childhood trauma and with Taurus/Sag in the first (Whole signs), you could've felt bad expressing your anger, being taught it's not a good thing to show outward. With Taurus in the 1st this could show developing a put-together and calm demeanor since a young age and not wanting to break that peace wall you have built up. With Sag in the 1st this could show wanting to or being taught to come across as happy all the time or only being positive. Sometimes I've even noticed these individuals would rather come across as wild, carefree and happy than ever admit or show their more...plotting side 😈 (scorpio12H)..ig you could say LMAO.

✩Saturn in the 6H could show an individual needing a routine to keep them mentally in check and sane. Without one, they may feel like their whole life is crumbling right in front of them.

✩9H/3H placements can get on with anyoneee I swear. Even if they don't think so or if they are more introverted in nature, others just feel they give off this carefree, relaxed vibe making it easier for conversation and getting to know them. (Unless there's like Pluto on the Ascendant lol or sumn, this placement by itself tho does give off carefree knowledgeable energy).

✩Venus conj Saturn can show your boundaries constantly being tested and the universe sending you the same people in a different font, testing your ability to blindly love others until you get it straight lolll.

✩Saturn conj Venus can also show; dating/attracting older people, those who fuck with you romantically get screwed over eventually #karma, and or being serious about love like only wanting/pursuing relationships that are long-term.

✩Saturn conj Venus can also indicate meeting your "true love" later on in life, and by later I mean whatever point in time it is societally deemed 'oh that's very late to get married' blah blah.

✩These individuals could also just have good standards for what they want from their partner/future spouse (love that for you guys)

✩Back to NN in the 1st, stop serving other people and be of service to yourself!! It's okay to be selfish sometimes.

✩Uranus in the 1H, Aqua asc, yall weird 🤓. You already know that but I just felt the need to reiterate it, love all your little quirks and hyperfixations tho ❤️

✩Mars in the 11H be up to some crazy stuff in the bedroom (notice the Aquarian themes here)

✩Saturn overlaying the 4th house in synastry, 4th house person may feel like the Saturn individual is their 4lifer and can see them staying in their life long-term.

✩Not an observation just a personal opinion, I love people's charts where their planets sprinkle EVERYWHERE in the chart, it's so cool IMO and these people tend to be very balanced and have knowledge on all areas of life. I also don't know why but these charts are rare for me to find. Individuals who have planets in nine different houses is crazy I wanna see your chart.

PS- The astrovations are so back 🙏

ღAll my notes are personal observations and thoughts. I am not a professional astrologer and like to have a sense of whimsy in my life by looking at peoples charts, thankyou.

[gladiatorcunt]

- # LEMON SUGAR !

flew like a moth to you (sunlight)

cw: weird pet play, reader has a vagina, large age gap (reader early 20’s & logan is…. not), HEAVY PISS KINK, dirty yucky icky gross vibes, xmen 2 coded logan, dad (father figure) bf talk and behaviors (old man, kiddo, dad, essentially lifestyle dom-ing you) anal plug mention, praise kink but one usage of ‘bitch’ and ‘toilet’, reference to a canon scene with jean but in this au she was just clowning on him as a friend, scogan crumbs, mentally ill & unhinged!reader, self objectification/dehumanization (?), reader: “i wish a/b/o was real :(”, pt.2 to . bc the dynamic might be confusing, implied unaware mutant!reader

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Logan doesn’t slap his tip against your cheek more than a quick initial love tap (if a tight awkward handshake from a man decades older than you was a sexual act) but he loves to force your head against his crotch and really massage it into your skin. His other hand holds his dick like he’s aiming to piss, a slight scowl twisting his lips because he’s trying to concentrate. His cigar hangs out of his mouth and his bulky hips swivel as he grinds his precum into your face, cheeks, around your eyes, lips, check check check.

He doesn’t even necessarily want you to suck him off that bad and he’s not even trying to cum. orgasming is a slower pursuit for him these days anyway. He just wants to dirty his puppy up a little, enrichment and whatever the fuck. Maybe you can make a game of trying to catch the salty droplets on your tongue, see if you can spot them when they’re about to gush out and trickle down.

An activity can both be a perverted parlor trick and a form of indulgent self care that trivial things like ice rollers or under eye patches couldn’t replace.

“There we go, atta puppy.” Logan chuckles and ruffles your hair when you manage to lick away a bead of precum before it can drip down out of your reach.

“Daddy, don’t tease. ‘m trying to focus, that’s rude.” You give him a good shake, smiling wildly.

You’re already drunk and loopy just huffing the pure musk emanating from his uncut cock. You hum as the salty tang of his juices taint your tastebuds, luxuriating in the aftertaste like you were chowing down on a dainty macarron. He doesn’t really believe in eating or drinking anything special to make his crotch and the things it produces taste better. You couldn’t be more happy about that, the whiskey sour twang riding on the flavor notes were much more preferable than some biblical concoction of milk and honey. If only it was more acidic, that way it could burn a hole through your tongue and your cervix. Marking you so thoroughly from the deepest parts of your soul, you’d always be empty and every pang of pain would call for the man that caused it to soothe your burns with his saliva.

Intimacy with Logan feels like you’re reconnecting in whatever version of the garden of Eden can exist on Earth. Why can’t it be here? With you on your knees so close to barking into the skin of your old man’s cock, a fancy cushion settled under you with little golden tassels hanging off the corners. You are always so willing to be the best you can be for him, but he’ll never allow your service to come at the price of individual pain. Your eyes flutter and you take one of your many breaks to plunge your nostrils into his thick bush.

Wooden and spicy, your favorite perfume that is undeniably raunchy yet sensuous and romantic. Natural. You never thought you could be so in love with how a man’s pubes smell, but you can’t say that you thought that any part of this would have become your life’s purpose in more ways than not. Logan chuckles and pats your cheek, enamored with how clearly you seem to be enjoying suffocating yourself in his groin. He sharply inhales through his nose when you move up to trail your tongue along his happy trail, lapping at the thinner hairs because you adore each one just as much as every part of him.

“Bet you wish you could live off my dick, don’t ya, bunny?”

Of course you nod and moan as you let yourself be pulled back to where you’re supposed to be, the mothership calls you home and you answer happily with your phantom tail wagging all the way.

You pant, digging your nose bridge into the crease where his hip bleeds into his inner thigh, “Mmfh- hah… tastes good, Daddy. I could die here…”

You wanted to cut your voice break of ‘Daddy’ short, but you haven’t arrived at that particular station in your subconscious to shed your skin entirely. You’re having trouble forming a coherent line of thought and finishing your sentences now, but you feel sheepish about how easily he can box you into going nonverbal, so you clamor to stay afloat.

You forget that Logan knows your game by now, every step and caveat and every miniscule and complicated rule. It’s cute how you’re still ashamed of letting your dear old dad see you in all of your bunny-puppy-deer-kitty pet glory, when he clocked that shit the minute your shaky eyes fixated on his truck’s glove box rather than make a second of eye contact with him. You’re fucked up, there’s something fractured deeper in you that you keep under a diary shaped lock and key, but all these jagged edges have bows teetering on their precipices.

You’ve let him put them there, with a fond eyeroll and heaps of head pats. Thank your lucky stars that there’s something fucked up with his psyche too, buried under all his other baggage, because that first ride home with you didn’t end in tears and your nipples caught in his canines. You got to be a bunny settling down in their deserved cozy den instead of a rabbit relying on their prey instincts to throw the predator chasing them off their twitching fuzzy cotton tail.

You don’t get to hide and shrink in yourself. Not when the curled up needy angel hidden under the layers of you makes his jaw ache so ferociously that it’s borderline bestial.

Baby, you’ve gotta know that if he could, he’d pick you up with his teeth by your scruff so your feet would never have to touch the ground and grow ripe with callouses.

He takes a puff from his cigar and shakes the excess ash over your shoulder, out of your view because he also knows that you’d try to swallow the unhealthy specks down too. It’s a constant thing on his mind, the never ending job of pulling your leash enough to wean you off of engulfing whatever weird shit into your mouth you can see out of the corner of your eye. And if it comes from him or was in contact with him? Hell, the stuff might as well be damn catnip to you.

He thinks he feels the same way about you, that’s what he gets for being stupid enough to have an inch of his heart unguarded. You found a way and wormed your way through his arteries, and now he’d rather go sober cold turkey than let you squirm away. Which is what you try to do by pulling back and settling soft hands on his hairy and beefy thighs.

He’s got you hook, line, and sinker when he clasps a burly hand around the base of his thick cock in the poor imitation of a knot. He even squeezes in short pulses, bringing to mind what it would look like swelling up and pumping you full of potent cum. Breeding you with all the love of a man who wants more of you in the world because that might make him believe in it again. He wags his length in his hand to you, wordlessly offering you your favorite snack because you’ve been so very good for your old man.

“Come on, hun, want your treat? I know my puppy wants this big dick in their cute fuckin’ mouth.” He grumbles, stubbing his cigar out on his arms without even flinching or gritting his teeth and tossing it on the floor.

The burn’s already healed by the time you’ve gotten yourself and obediently let your tongue hang out of your mouth. He grunts, pleased, and dabs his sticky tip on the center of your tongue. It gives you the taste you crave while simultaneously depriving you of having your mouth filled like you desperately need to be able to get through the day.

You whine, Logan’s lips split on a wry smile but he doesn’t laugh this time. Nah, he’s too busy feeding his throbbing cock into your mouth, cutting off your whining and reducing a thunderous sound to a muffled crack of lightning.

“Theeeeeeeeere we go, kiddo, relax.” He says a few inches in, because your gag reflex is already tickling the back of your throat.

You breathe through your nose and distract yourself by playing with the hairs on his legs, drawing little hearts and stars as you take more of his length. Tears well up in your pitiful eyes but you brave through it. They eventually bubble over as your lips are forced to stretch, but Logan’s rough thumb dutifully wipes them away just like how you’d attentively cleaned his tip.

His head falls back with a slight crack and his sweaty pecs heave, “Drank a whole lot for you today, ‘m all nice and backed up just waitin’ for a pretty lil’ thing to relieve myself with.”

Suddenly you’re a bunny hopping off on a mission, no god could pull you off of Logan’s musky cock as you swallow around him. You don’t really feel like bobbing your head and humming today, you’re tuckered out from how late he kept you up late last night. He’s not going to just fuck your mouth without being asked, as much as he cares about you, you’re impossibly cute when you’re forced to do the tiniest bit of work.

If your mouth wasn’t so stuffed full of dick you’d pout, and the raised eyebrow Logan gives you means he knows that. You’re a good pet though, so you work yourself off of his length, take a deep breath, and immediately slide back down to the hilt. His full balls press against your chin and you rub the heavy sacks with both hands.

“Oh, fuck.” Logan groans, his fingernails dig into your scalp like he’s the one that needs to stay grounded. “Your gonna make your old man jizz his pants too quick if you keep fuckin’ playin’ with my balls like that.”

You don’t mind that at all, but there's still something else you’re after. You didn’t think much of how many bottles of water and glasses of alcohol he had thrown back today, maybe it was some sort of mutant thing that you just didn’t understand. Super dehydration or whatever, but the fact that he had been preparing a little surprise for his piss thirsty puppy made you want to give him your bloody heart right out of your chest.

His moans and growled promises of rewards and declarations of the rawest form of love a person could feel fade into the background. You hollow your cheeks and go for gold, wet ‘schlop!’-ing sounds bounce off the walls as you fuck your throat with his girthy cock. Not the longest in the world, another one of your blessings (you’ve heard mutterings about mission showers and some guy that shoots lasers out of his eyes taking that prize), but the way it fills up the space in your mouth to the point it could burst gives your clit tachycardia.

“Yeah, fuck, are you ready to drink up, bitch? ‘m gonna use you like a toilet, gonna cum too- god fuckin’ damn-”

You give his balls a solid squeeze as the golden shower pours down your throat and past the seam of your lips to the floor. You don’t stop your ministrations, you actually speed up your pace and bring your wrists into it. Your hands bumping against his imitation knot-hand as you move them in circles, jacking him off while your plush lips glide up and down his cock.

You’re rubbing your pussy against the cushion, it has corduroy buttons that send a tingle down your spine when they catch your clit. The emerald green fabric drags and moves as you hump it while you put your all into making your dad-boyfriend-everything cum. You’re outright bouncing his heavy balls in your hands now, they’re so full you know that one load isn’t going to be nearly enough. So you tell yourself to lock in and hum, sending vibrations down his dick.

Determined puppies get extra treats, and you’ve never gone without them. So you push yourself to make eye contact, flicking your eyes up to stare at Logan as you ruin your own throat via his dick like it was nothing more than your toy. You think it’s the sheer and essentially licentious mannerisms and the glaringly obvious truth that there are men who are not immune to watching a pretty pet posturize themselves on an altar of their own making just to paw at their owner’s legs.

“My baby bunny, too damn sweet to me, yessssss-” His mouth wrenches up almost in pain as he clings to the back of your head and pounds your throat on his own for the next minute.

“Drink it all up, let me feel you swallow it down f’r me.”

You purposefully yank yourself off of his mid stream and duck down to bob his balls on your tongue, lathering them in that pungent scent. You rotate your wrist around his tip, coaxing him to empty everything he has in him and give it all to you. Your hand becomes just as scent marked as his balls and the divots in your collarbone where drops of his piss and cum are forming tiny pools.

He groans at the sight, “Doing so fuckin’ well, collectin’ Daddy’s juices and hoardin’ ‘em all for yourself.”

Your mouth envelops his twitch dick once more, most of what Logan keeps cooped up for you belongs in your growling tummy.

“You better not hiss at me when I have to wash your mouth out later, baby.”

Thus, your perfect record remains intact, you beam around his still hard dick as you float in a starless sea of white and yellow. A coat rack for cock fulfilling its duties.

His piss isn’t too orange-y, you’re glad you don’t have to nag him about cutting back on the booze this time.

Sadly there’s no blood sticking to your scalp from his nails, but you embrace the sting their indents leave behind. They’re almost as breathtaking as the plug buried in your ass, Dad always likes to keep your holes stretched out and ready.

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“Girls flirt with the dangerous guy, Logan. They don’t bring him home. They marry the good guy.”

With you, he was that good guy. Whatever it meant to be one after all these years and invisible scars. It’s indescribable, how much meaning you can find in having to gain the strength to take care of someone else completely. Be their Atlas and shoulder the world so they can waltz around you, their wings spread wide. He’s glad, deep down, that your wings don’t extend past the small house he’s stuffed you in.

Logan Howlett deserves a nice thing or two every once in a while, and he already got a bottle of scotch from Scott. Fucker thinks he’s so clever. You’d do just fine being the second nice thing. A shame that the nicest thing you probably have is that slick stained cushion, he’s not anybody to write home about. But you seem to have stitched your sides together when he wasn’t looking, sewn your identity into his until you had emotionally fused into one being.

It happened way too fast and when he thought he wasn’t meant for loving a little pup like you, but he’s tired of being some old grump about it. You’d probably snap and try to beat him to a pulp with the bats he keeps in the closet (for you to use in emergencies since you don’t leave), and he’d have to hunt you down through the

Anything else other than you meant about as much to him as a pile of cigarette butts.

And some time later when the dam bursts for the first time and you’re trying not to fall off that cliff, sisyphus-esque struggling through recurring hoarse sobs because Logan is uncomfortably stroking your back gently as if you were a person and not a corpse, you’ll start to feel the molten hot gold seeping in and filling the cracks.

Maybe one day you can tell him about the v-shaped scars on your back, the ones that look like they were created when something was ripped away from you. They’re slanted craters, almost, hard material resembling bone jutting out from your back. Hooks lacking their ornaments.

Hell snatch up your old fashioned grocery list (written with an almost completely dried out ink pen from the bank on a flimsy college ruled sheet of paper) and make a quick run while you heal more than just your body, submerged in another acid trip of a dream.

You wanted to make a lemon cake before the summer ended, it’s always been your favorite.

[elodieunderglass]

Hey bestie whats a narrow boat? I saw you tag that on something you reblogged and I'm pretty curious now!

- Terry Darlington, Narrow Dog to Carcassone

A narrowboat (all one word) is a craft restricted to the British Isles, which are connected all over by a nerve-map of human-made canals. To go up and down hills, the canals are spangled with locks (chambers in which boats can be raised or lowered by filling or emptying them with water.) As Terry says above, the width of the locks was somewhat randomly determined, and as a result, the British Isles have a narrow design of lock - and a narrowboat to fit through them. A classic design was seventy feet long and six feet wide. Starting in the 18th century, and competing directly with trains, canal “barges” were an active means of transport and shipping. They were initially pulled along the towpaths by horses, and you can still see some today!

Later, engines were developed.

Even after the trains won the arms race, it was a fairly viable freight service right up until WW2. It’s slow travel, but uses few resources and requires little human power, with a fairly small crew (of women, in WW2) being capable of shifting two fully laden boats without consuming much fossil fuel.

In those times the barges were designed with small, cramped cabins in which the boaters and their families could live.

During its heyday the narrowboat community developed a style of folk art called “roses and castles” with clear links to fairground art as well as Romani caravan decor. They are historically decorated with different kinds of brass ornaments, and inside the cabins could also be distinctively painted and decorated.

Today, many narrowboats are distinctively decorated and colorful - even if not directly traditional with “roses and castles” they’ll still be bright and offbeat. A quirky name is necessary. All narrowboats, being boats, are female.

After a postwar decline, interest in the waterways was sparked by a leisure movement and collapsing canals were repaired. Today, the towpaths are a convenient walking/biking trail for people, as they connect up a lot of the mainland of the UK, hitting towns and cities. Although the restored canals are concrete-bottomed, they’re attractive to wildlife. Narrowboats from the 1970s onward started being designed for pleasure and long-term living. People enjoy vacationing by hiring a boat and visiting towns for a cuter, comfier, slower version of a campervan life. And a liveaboard community sprang up - people who live full-time on boats. Up until the very restrictive and nasty laws recently passed in the UK to make it harder for travelling peoples (these were aimed nastily at vanlivers and the Romani, and successfully hit everyone) this was one of the few legal ways remaining to be a total nomad in the UK.

Liveaboards can moor up anywhere along the canal for 28 days, but have to keep moving every 28 days. (Although sorting out the toilet and loading up with fresh water means that a lot of people move more frequently than that.) you can also live full-time in a marina if they allow it, or purchase your own mooring. In London, where canal boats are one of the few remaining cheapish ways to live, boats with moorings fetch the same prices as houses. It can be very very hard for families to balance school, parking, work, and all the difficulties of living off-grid- but many make it work. It remains a diverse community and is even growing, due to housing pressures in the UK. Boats can be very comfortable, even when only six feet wide. When faced with spending thousands of pounds on rent OR mooring up on a nice canal, you can see why it seems a romantic proposition for young people, and UK television channels always have slice-of-life documentaries about young folks fixing up their very own quirky solar-powered narrowboat. I don’t hate; I did it myself.

If you’re lucky, you might even meet some of the cool folks who run businesses from their narrowboats: canal-side walkers enjoy bookshops, vegan bakeries, ice-cream boats, restaurants, artists and crafters. There are Floating Markets and narrowboat festivals. It’s generally recognised that boaters contribute quite a lot to the canal - yet there are many tensions between different kinds of boaters (liveaboards vs leisure boaters vs tourists) as well as tensions with local settled people, towpath users like cyclists, and fishermen. I could go on and on explaining this rich culture and dramas, but I won’t.

Phillip Pullman’s Gyptians are a commonly cited example of liveaboards - although they were based on the narrowboat liveaboards that Pullman knew in Oxford, their boats are actually Dutch barges. Dutch barges make good homes but are too wide to access most of the midlands and northern canals, and are usually restricted to the south of the UK. So they’re accurate for Bristol/London/Oxford, and barges are definitely comfier to film on. (Being six feet wide is definitely super awkward for a boat.) but in general Dutch barges are less common, more expensive and can’t navigate the whole system.

However, apart from them, there are few examples of narrowboat depictions that escaped containment. So it’s quite interesting that there is an entire indigenous special class of boat, distinctive and highly specialised and very cute, with an associated culture and heritage and folk art type, known to all and widely celebrated, and ABSOLUTELY UNKNOWN outside of the UK - a nation largely known around the world for inflicting its culture on others. They’re a strange, sweet little secret - and nobody who has ever loved one can resist pointing them out for the rest of their lives, or talking about them when asked to. Thank you for asking me to.

[siilent-wanderer]

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Pairing: actress! itzy x actress! reader

Prompt: The script said one kiss, the drama showed one kiss. But the leaked behind-the-scenes footage? Hmm...

aespa version | ive version | le sserafim version | masterlist

Yeji

The Fiercely Protective, Slightly Possessive Lead

gritty action-romance drama

Yeji plays a former detective trying to leave her past behind

until you, the one person she swore to protect, get dragged into danger

the kiss is supposed to be one desperate, fleeting moment

just a brief press of lips before she pulls away, torn between duty and love

in the leaked behind-the-scenes clip tho…

Yeji doesn’t pull away

She tilts her head, deepening the kiss just slightly

her hands tightening around your waist like she’s completely lost in the moment

“CUT!”

Yeji doesn’t move immediately

her forehead was still pressed against yours, her eyes flickering down to your lips

"Are you okay?" she asks softly, voice barely above a whisper

you nod, feeling breathless

she smirks

"Good. We should practice this scene again later."

the fans LOSE IT, I mean wtf

"‘We should practice again later’ GURL WHAT" "oh Yeji wasn’t ACTING, she was FEELING that" "So when are WE getting protected (and kissed) by Hwang Yeji?"

in an interview, Yeji just grins, her eyes twinkling

"I take my roles very seriously."

Lia

The Soft-Spoken but Surprisingly Bold Romantic Lead

classic second-chance romance

Lia is your ex-girlfriend-turned-unexpected-roommate

the tension? absolutely unbearable

the kiss is written as a shy, hesitant peck, full of unspoken feelings

but in the leaked clip???

Lia doesn’t just kiss you

she lingers, her breath warm against your lips

and she goes in again, softer this time

“CUT!”

Lia still stays way too close, blinking at you like she’s only just realized what she did

"Oops," she whispers, laughing nervously

"Guess I… got a little carried away?"

fans instantly go FERAL

"LIA WHAT DO YOU MEAN ‘OOPS’??" "bro that second kiss wasn’t even subtle, she just WENT for it” "SOMEONE CHECK ON Y/N, SHE HASN’T SPOKEN SINCE"

when asked about the extra kisses, Lia turns bright red and fidgets with her rings

"I-It just felt natural, you know? Like… real."

Ryujin

The Effortlessly Cool, Too-Smooth Lead

friends-to-lovers

Ryujin is the charismatic best friend who has secretly been in love with you for years

the kiss is meant to be one casual, quick peck

yknow nothing dramatic

but in the behind-the-scenes footage??

Ryujin leans in again

this time slower, more deliberate

then, after the second kiss, she smirks against your lips, tilting her head playfully

"Oh? Was that too much?" she teases, voice way too smug

“CUT!”

she doesn’t even pretend to be embarrassed

she just winks at you before casually strolling off set

the internet explodes

"RYUJIN PLS SHE KNEW EXACTLY WHAT SHE WAS DOING" "‘was that too much?’ BABE WE SAW YOU GO IN FOR A THIRD WHAT" "Y/N just got rizzed up in 4K HD"

when asked about the extra kisses, Ryujin shrugs

"I was just in the moment. Can't help it if it felt right."

Gurl. Bye. 😭

Chaeryeong

The Sweet, Blushy Lead Who Accidentally Exposes Herself

heartfelt, coming-of-age love story

Chaeryeong is your adorable childhood best friend who finally confesses after years of pining

the kiss is supposed to be a soft, innocent moment, filled with emotion

but in the leaked video???

Chaeryeong FORGETS to stop kissing you

after the first kiss, she nervously kisses you again, like she just can’t help it

then, realizing what she did, she hides her face in her hands, giggling uncontrollably

"Oh my God, that was… um. A lot."

"SHE PANICKED AND KISSED Y/N AGAIN HELPPPP" "Chaeryeong, bestie… the scene was one kiss, not three" "She’s so embarrassed but also SO IN LOVE"

during an interview on her sister’s channel, Chaeryeong squeals and covers her face

"I-I don’t know! I just kept going! It felt… natural?"

her members immediately start teasing her

Chaeryeong.exe has officially crashed

Yuna

The Shamelessly Flirty, Scene-Stealing Lead

high-energy romcom

Yuna plays the overconfident playgirl who falls hard for the one person who resists her charms — you

the kiss is scripted to be one dramatic, show-stopping moment, before she pulls back, smirking like she owns the world

but in the leaked video??

Yuna doesn’t just stop at one kiss

she peppers soft, playful kisses along your jawline, her laughter barely contained between each one

“CUT!”

Yuna winks at the camera before turning to you with a teasing smile

“Ah, Yuna-ssi…”

"What?" she says innocently. "I was improvising."

the internet goes INSANE

"YUNA MA’AM YOU WERE HAVING TOO MUCH FUN" "She kissed Y/N like they were already dating, I can’t." "‘I was improvising’ — NO YOU WERE ENJOYING YOURSELF" "plsss even the director was speechless"

when asked about the extra kisses in Hyell’s Club, Yuna just giggles and flips her hair

"I mean… can you blame me?"

Hyeri nearly spits her drink out

[uunoia]

Romantic Feelings? Ehh Cringe

Summery: Technoblade tries cheering you up with a greek myth

The cabin was quiet.

Not peaceful. Not comfortable. Just quiet.

You sat at the wooden table, hands wrapped around a half-finished cup of tea that had long since gone cold. You weren’t drinking it. You weren’t sure how long you’d been sitting here, staring at the knots in the wood grain, listening to the wind howl outside. It had been hours, probably. Maybe less. Maybe more.

It didn’t matter.

Somewhere behind you, Techno sat in his chair by the fire, pretending to read. You could feel his eyes on you—subtle, watchful. He wasn’t obvious about it, but you knew him well enough by now. He had noticed the way you barely spoke today, how you moved slower, how the usual sharpness in your eyes had dulled into something distant and hollow.

You took a slow breath, trying to push past the weight in your chest. It didn't work.

Your fingers trembled. You clenched them into fists. Your thoughts were spiraling and you knew they were. The war, you almost dying, all the good people who got hurt.

Then—before you could stop it—the first tear fell, hitting the table with a barely audible pat.

Shit.

You inhaled sharply, willing yourself to stop, to push it down, to not do this right now. But your body didn’t listen. Your breath hitched. Your shoulders tensed as another tear slipped free, then another.

Behind you, the sound of a page turning stopped.

Techno had noticed.

You squeezed your eyes shut, pressing the heel of your palm against them. You hated this. Hated crying like this—weak, quiet, with no control over it. You had been fine for so long. You needed to be fine.

You heard the chair creak as Techno shifted. Then, his voice—low, uncertain.

“You uhh…You want me to leave?”

You flinched slightly, shaking your head, voice hoarse.

“No—” A pause. Then, quieter, “No. Just… don’t say anything.”

A beat of silence.

“…Alright.”

And he didn’t.

For a while, there was nothing but the crackling of the fire, the muffled howl of wind against the windows, and the occasional sound of Techno shifting in his seat. He wasn’t reading anymore. Just there. Not saying anything. Not leaving, either.

You sniffled, rubbing at your eyes.

Then, out of nowhere—

“... Pygmalion and Galatea. Ever heard of them?” 

Your brow furrowed. You blinked, wiping your sleeve over your red and puffy face as you turned slightly toward him. “…What?”

As if this were the most natural segue in the world. His tone was casual, unaffected. "Some sculptor guy from ancient Greece— I've forgotten where exactly. He was kinda a loner. Didn't wanna deal with real people, especially women— Guy spent ages on this one statue. Carving, supposedly, the perfect woman out of ivory. Like, obsessed over it. Chiseled every little detail, made her perfect in his eyes. And then, uh—he kinda just…fell in love with her." He paused, shifting slightly in his chair. 

You blinked at him.

“It was like his life’s work or whatever…” He suddenly found it hard to look in your general direction. “Dude looked at real women and was like, ‘Nahhh, y’all suck, I’ll just make my own instead.’ So, yeah. He starts treating this statue like a real person. Talks to it, gives it gifts, probably took it on dates—I dunno, weird guy behavior. And then, get this—he begs Aphrodite to make her real.” Techno paused, shifting in his chair, gaze flickering away for half a second before he cleared his throat.

“She, uh…actually does it.”

You raised an eyebrow. “She what?”

“Yeah.” He scratched the back of his neck. “Aphrodite, for some reason, sees all this and goes, ‘Wow, that’s so romantic,’ and just—bam���brings the statue to life. No questions asked. No ‘bro, you good?’ Just—instant dream girl. And then in some versions they have a kid or something, I’ve forgotten.” He suddenly found it hard to look into your general direction.

A beat of silence. Then, in a flat voice, you muttered, “He chose a statue over a real person?” You paused again, “That’s… the most depressing shit i've ever heard.”

Techno huffed a quiet chuckle. “I know right? Isn't it great?” His smile quirked upwards a little as his arms crossed, nudging you with his elbow.

Despite yourself, despite the exhaustion and the weight of everything pressing down on you, a small, tired laugh slipped from your lips. You shook your head, rubbing at your eyes again. “That’s your idea of cheering me up?”

“I mean, it’s a good story.” Techno shrugged, leaning back in his chair, arms crossing over his chest. “Figured I’d tell it ‘cause… it kinda reminded me of uhh…” He trailed off, his voice tapering into silence. His gaze flickered away, almost like he had lost his train of thought.  He suddenly found his book a whole lot more interesting.

You narrowed your eyes slightly. “Of…?”

If you didn’t know any better, you’d swear the color in his face deepened just a shade.

“...uhhh—” He cleared his throat, suddenly finding the fire very interesting. “I mean, y’know. It’s, uh… a classic tale! Dedication. Mastery in art. Real inspiring, all that.”

You stared at him. He was so full of shit.

“…Right.” You dragged out the word, tilting your head, a slow smirk creeping onto your lips. “That’s totally why you told it.” 

His ears twitched, his jaw tightening. “Hey, don't make fun of me.”

That only made you grin harder. You exhaled through your nose, something almost like amusement breaking through the sadness. “You’re the worst.”

“And yet, you’re still here.”

Another pause. You took a breath, deeper this time. The lump in your throat was still there, but… lighter. A little easier to bear.

Then, to your surprise, Techno stood. You expected him to walk away, to give you space, but instead, he grabbed something from the back of his chair—his red cloak.

Before you could question it, he stepped over and draped it over your shoulders.

The fabric was warm, heavy, smelling like smoke and steel and something distinctly him. Even if it was just the cloak, it held the weight, smell and looked as if he were giving you a hug. Your fingers curled around the edges instinctively. You blinked up at him.

Techno just crossed his arms. “Try not to cry on it. It’s my only one.”

You scoffed lightly, a breathy, half-hearted sound. “No promises.”

He hummed, stepping back toward his chair. Before he sat, he hesitated—then, reaching out, he gave your shoulder a firm squeeze. Just once. Just enough to remind you that you weren’t alone.

Then he plopped back down, flipping open his book.

The fire crackled. The storm raged outside.

You tugged his cloak tighter around yourself, eyes dropping to your cold, untouched tea.

“…Thanks,” you murmured after a long pause.

Techno didn’t look up.

“Don’t mention it.”

[fuckyeahisawthat]

I’ve had my share of [Crowley voice] you idiot thoughts at both of them over their terrible communication skills and severe chronic inability to say what they mean. But like. I get it.

For 6000 years, they had to talk in code. They had to express themselves in grand gestures and subtext and plausible deniability, out of fear of being found out. And they got really good at it! They developed a whole secret language of ways to say I love you because they couldn’t say it out loud.

But now that they can—and need to—talk about what they are to each other with actual words, they don’t know how.

Neither of them know how to say what they want, openly, and to ask what the other wants. And (I think this is a crucial component) they don’t know how to fight. They’ve had enough spats to have a 350+ year old apology dance, but they have repeatedly avoided talking about the really big differences in their worldviews and what they value, because those conversations would immediately bump up against the things they try hardest to avoid (doubt and guilt for Aziraphale; rejection for Crowley), and because that could lead to a real disagreement that they don’t know how to get around. And then where would either of them be? Alone.

So they bicker and they have drunken philosophical debates and they make up and do little dances all while not really talking about the big differences in how they see the world. And then when the pressure is on they have horrible miscommunication blowouts where they end up talking past each other and hurting each other deeply because they don’t even realize they’re not on the same page.

Upon rewatch I think this is part of why Crowley seems so unhappy in the early episodes. I think he did hope that once they weren’t working for Heaven and Hell, things would go in a more explicitly romantic direction. (But of course he won’t just come out and say that, until the absolute last ditch moment.) From his POV, he’s made his desires perfectly clear (he hasn’t) and I think he thought that working for Heaven was the last thing holding Aziraphale back. And then they cleared that hurdle and nothing changed. Or not enough. Because the problem goes deeper than that.

And bless(/damn) them, they’re still trying. The confession was clearly so hard for Crowley, and would have been even without the first half of the scene, because he’s working against his deepest insecurities. He can’t even finish his sentences, and yet he’s still trying. And I do think that Aziraphale was working up to his own version of it (he’s so openly physically affectionate with Crowley this season, much more than in the past) but he’s always moved a bit slower with these things, and then it was too late. (It’s always too late.)

But even if they’d both been able to openly say their I love yous, they still have this thing sitting between them, which is that Aziraphale doesn’t understand why Crowley would never go back to Heaven, and Crowley doesn’t understand why Aziraphale would want to. And having that conversation goes right to the heart of how they’ve both been damaged by the system of Heaven and Hell, which is why I suspect they’ve both instinctively avoided it before now. And at some point in s3, they are going to have to talk about that.

[cardgamerz]

dinner club

a blurb I wrote last month inspired by a dream I had involving schlatt, a lunch club watch party, and secret moments in crowded rooms :)

notes: romantic, sfw, fluff, lunch club mentioned rip, vague timeline maybe circa 2023, x reader

~~~~~

You weren’t exactly certain how you had wound up with your eyes glued to a TV screen at a house party, but life was just full of surprises lately. 

Well, no, you were actually very certain as to how this had happened.

Some drunk attendee of the party you were at (if you’d had to be money on it, you’d have said it was probably Ted) had suggested that you all watch old videos of each other in order to “break the ice” and “totally not just to laugh at everyone.” Naturally, the herd of tipsy people around you had voiced their vehement opposition to this idea, but no one was lucid enough to stop him from connecting their phone to the TV and searching for 2019-era clips of everyone.

Unfortunately for your fragile heart, the very unwitting object of your affections was the first up to the chopping block. 

So here you all were, gathered in someone’s living room, watching a version of him that was long gone muck about on screen with people he no longer spoke to. 

You tilted your head back, letting it bump into his chest gently. Almost instantly upon contact, you felt the muscles there tense up. You smiled. 

As the version of him on the TV continued to peer down at the room, your smile grew disgustingly fond. No facial hair and skinny limbs…he really did look like a twig, there, didn’t he? Deciding that it was imperative he heard your stance on the matter, you tipped your head even further backwards and looked up at him, hoping to catch his eye.

Only to find that he was already looking down at you with what must have been a very similar expression to the one you were now wearing.

The moment your eyes met, he flushed bright red and wrenched them away, staring resolutely into the distance. This stunned you into giggles, pulling your head forward once more. 

Your laughter inspired nothing but a huff of frustration from the man behind you, but you paid him no mind. He was the one who had been looking at you like a creep for god-knows-how-long. It wasn’t your fault that being caught had turned him a delightful shade of scarlet.  

But suddenly, you recalled your intended task. This time, you spun around to face him fully, losing your balance a bit in the process. A hand shot down to your hip to steady you. 

Once you had regained your bearings, you looked up at him once more and mouthed the words, You look 12. Unfortunately, it seemed that his lip reading skills were horribly lackluster, as he tilted his head in confusion and mouthed back, What?

Irritated now, you repeated your wordless jab, slower and in a manner you thought was clear enough for a toddler to comprehend, but the man-child in front of you still seemed lost.

You shook your head and sighed, opting to try one last time before calling it quits. 

But this time, you weren’t going to leave room for misinterpretation. 

Your hand snaked its way up and across his cheek, lingering for a moment in a gentle and unwitting caress before eventually finding its way to the side of his neck. He looked surprised at the contact, but not displeased, so you took it as a sign to continue.

Using your new leverage point, you pulled his head down and leaned into his ear, just barely grazing the shell of it with your lips as you whispered, “You definitely look 19 in this video.” 

Even with the temporary change in his height, you still found yourself needing to get on your tiptoes just to be on the same level as him. How irritating.

You pulled back to gauge his reaction to your words, but what you found was NOT the flat irritation you had expected. Rather, it was a look of pure, dumbfounded amazement. 

It was at this moment you registered his hand, still warm at your hip despite being long unneeded.

Not wanting to miss any more of the proceedings on screen, you rolled your eyes and turned back to face the front. All the while, a light pressure never left your hip bone.

It was only once you had settled back into your stance that you felt a shift, then a presence right beside your face.

“I was 20 in that, fuck you.”

All you could do in response was laugh.

Gradually, and perhaps without really meaning to, you found yourself sinking further and further backwards, straight into his broad chest. 

By the end of the video, you were near-enveloped in his arms, which had now come to rest loosely on both sides of your waist in support.

It was nice, you thought, being sheltered like this.

[kkami-writes]

Black Blood — chapter 11 cw. smut, subish!jisung, handjobs, cum consumption wc. 2.4k reference. han vlog

Most of the members are out this weekend, enjoying their limited free time as much as possible. Yet you can still hear Jisung, the boy is in his room and singing rather loudly. Eventually he quiets down, though honestly you didn’t mind it. The boy had such a beautiful voice that it surprised you that he was actually a rapper and not a vocalist. They could have told you he was apart of vocalracha and you’d believe them.

Moments later you can hear a knock at your door. You close your laptop before moving towards the door, finding Jisung behind it with a smile.

“Hi Ji, what’s up?”

“Well, me and Innie were supposed to go out today but he fell asleep on the couch. I don’t wanna disturb him so I was wondering if you’d like to watch a movie. I was thinking Howl’s moving castle since we talked about it last time,”

“Oh yeah, sure. Sounds fun,” You agree easily, turning off your lights before moving to follow Jisung back to his room. You walk through the living room and you almost coo at seeing the maknae knocked out on the couch. He looks like a sweet angel as he sleeps and you move to place a blanket over the boy.

You realize though that Jisung is not leading you to his room.

“Uh, isn’t this Felix’s room?” You question.

“Yeah but the wifi isn’t working in my room for some reason so Lixie is letting me use his room,”

You shrug, following the boy without another word. Jisung has his laptop under his arm, making his way to the bed, plopping down before patting the space next to him before going to set up the movie. You crawl over to the space, sitting rather close to the other due to the small bed. If Jisung is bothered by this, he doesn’t say anything.

The two of you get comfortable as he begins to let the movie play and you’re both content, sitting in silence to focus on the film. A giggle falls from your lips when Jisung begins to mime the actions of Howl in the movie, proving that he’s watch this about a million times before, having memorized most of it.

‘Merry-go-round of life begins to play and you find yourself swaying to the romantic sound of the piano. The piece is devastatingly beautiful, one of your favorites from the other ghibli films. You remember dreaming about dancing with someone to this song. Someone you loved.

You glance over at the boy next to you who is still very engrossed in the movie. You nibble at your lower lip, contemplating about asking Jisung. The worst he could do is say no, right?

“Hey,” You turn to the boy who also turns his head as you call out to him. “Will you let me indulge in something for a second?” Jisung tilts his head curiously but nods. You move to take the computer from his lap, pausing the movie before opening a new tab on youtube. You find a shorter version of the song and let it play as you place the computer so it’s out of the way. Crawling off the bed, you extend your hand out for the male to take. Jisung slides his palm into yours and you pull him up, moving your other hand to his shoulder.

He takes the hint well, placing his hand upon your waist before moving fluidly to the song. The two of you dance circles around Felix’s room, him twirling you a few times. Giggles fall from your lips as he happily sways you to the soft piano. It’s impossible to not admire the pretty boy in front of you, his heart shaped smile or the cute beauty mark on his full cheeks.

If your heart still beat you’re almost certain it would be throbbing against your ribcage. The feeling confuses you, it’s something you’ve never really felt before, even when you had been alive. Maybe once but it was something you’d rather forget.

You pull yourself closer so you can rest your chin on one of his shoulders and Jisung’s arms move so he can wrap them around your middle. The two of you move slower as the music starts to fade but even as the song ends, you stay in his embrace for a few more seconds. When you finally pull away, he’s looking at you with fondness swimming in those boba eyes. One of his hands move to your cheek, stroking the smooth skin with his thumb.

You’re pretty sure that your heart would be racing right about now with the way Jisung’s looking at you. He leans down just a little, your noses touched and you can feel his breath ghosting against your lips. He pulls your face towards him and presses his lips to yours. Your eyes flutter shut, fingers curling around the fabric of his shirt as you pull him flush against your body, melting against the embrace. Jisung’s lips are soft against yours, head tilting to get a better angle and it has you sighing softly.

But when Jisung’s tongue is swiping across your lower lip, the sensationsnaps you out of your daze, suddenly realizing what was happening. You push him away, a look of panic overtaking your features.

“Shit! Fuck. Oh my god, I’m so sorry. I just - I got caught up in the moment and,” Words continue to spill from your lips, unable to stop rambling. Jisung becomes nervous as he watches you freak out. He has to grab onto your forearms to get you to stop.

“Hey, hey. It’s okay, you’re okay. I’m the one who initiated,” Your mouth closes and opens again like a fish, no longer sure what to say. “Yes?” Jisung can see you want to ask something.

“Why did you kiss me then? What about your boyfriends? I don’t think they’ll be very happy if they find out,” You mumble out, gaze falling to the floor as you try to untangle yourself from his grip. It’s then that Jisung realizes that they haven’t actually told you anything yet, having trying to figure out when the right time would be. Right. He might have forgotten about that.

“Oh um. We might have, uh, already talked about it?” Even though he phrases it like a question, you know it’s not. You blink at him.

“What does that mean?” Jisung has the audacity to blush and look away from you. He begins to fiddle with his hands awkwardly.

“Well we um, just thought that if you had decided you wanted to feed on us, it would be okay? We all discussed that we’d all be interested in that. If it makes things easier we’d be! Happy to let you feed on us…We already feel really comfortable around you and so…yeah,” Now Jisung is the one rambling and you’re having trouble trying to keep up with him.

“Ok wait. Let me see if I have this right. All of you talked about me and agreed that if I wanted to fuck you guys to feed, it would be ok. That all of you have explicit permission to let me be intimate with me,”

“Uh. Yes. That is correct,”

You press your fingers to your temple, still trying to wrap your head around this revelation. These boys were going to be the death of you (ha, get it?)

“You know, usually you let a girl know that their boyfriends have given them permission to do stuff before you kiss her,” Your tone is light, letting him know you’re just teasing him. If you’re honest, of course you had thought about the boys in the way. You were a succubus for satan’s sake, in the presence of some seriously attractive boys but you had always known that they were together so you assumed they would be 100% off limits. So the proposition is interesting to say the least, and if they were willing, what was the harm of saying yes?

“Sorry…I might have forgotten that we hadn’t talked to you about it yet,” Very typical Jisung, he’s lucky he’s so cute.

You let out a soft sigh. “Well, I suppose it’s nice to know now,” The air becomes slightly awkward, neither of you knowing what to say. Jisung is the one who pipes up.

“So…can we continue then?” You look over at him, his round cheeks flushed. Seriously, he was way too adorable for his own good. Still, it gives you a nice little confidence boost you need.

“Yeah? You wanna kiss me that badly?” Your head tilts to the side, tongue running across your teeth and Jisung’s eyes zone in on the movement of your slick muscle.

“Yeah…” Jisung breathes out and you tug him closer to push him back onto the bed. You come to swing your legs over him, straddling the boy and moving your hands to cup his cheeks, tilting it so he’s looking up at you.

“You want a kiss baby boy?” Jisung swallows visibly, eyes never leaving yours.

“Please,” It’s the way he asks so sweetly that you can’t deny him anymore, leaning down to push your lips against his. Unlike the first kiss, this one isn’t sweet, it’s far more needy and intense. A whine falls from Jisung’s throat as your tongue traces along his bottom lip. He eagerly parts his tiers so you can slip the slick muscle into his wanting mouth. You take your sweet time exploring his mouth, his own tongue coming to lick at yours.

When you pull away to breath, Jisung looks absolutely breathtaking, his eyes half-lidded and lips swollen. It makes you grin, seeing your effect on the boy. As you take him in, you notice he has a mole in the juncture of his collarbone, getting the sudden urge to kiss it. So you do, trailing your lips from his jaw to his neck until they reach his collarbone. Jisung’s hands come to rest on your waist, throwing his head back to bare his neck to you.

You attach your lips to his smooth skin, sucking softly, not enough to leave a mark - at least not one that will last. Jisung’s bottom lip is between his teeth as he worries it, trying to not make any embarrassing noises. So you deliberately roll your hips down against his hips and a groan slips from his lips. He’s already hard, straining against his pants as he begins to push you harder down against him.

“So needy huh?” You hum, thoroughly enjoying how desperate he’s getting for you. He looks so gone already, pupils dilated and lips parted.

“Noona…please,” Jisung’s voice breaks, slightly croaky with how dry it feels.

“Please what?”

“Please…it hurts,”

“Aw, do you need some help baby?” He nods his head, continuing to try to move your hips against his aching clothed cock for any semblance of friction. You move to shimmy down just enough so that you’re in between his legs. Fingers move to undo his jeans, pushing them down so his cock flops out. Jisung is painfully hard, the tip flushed red and leaking precum. Saliva pools in your mouth before spitting directly against his cock, an action that has Jisung preening.

You wrap your fingers around his shaft, spreading your spit all along his cock to make the slide easier. Jisung’s head is thrown back, hips bucking up eagerly into your hand desperately. Normally you’d just edge him for that but you can tell how bad he needs it so you let it slide. You twist your hand as you stroke him off, paying attention to the head of his cock. Jisung is actively whining, begging for you to go faster.

So you oblige the poor boy, jerking him off faster and squeezing at his length. The only sounds in the room were Jisung’s moans and the lewd squelch of his slick cock. You lean up so you can press kisses to his neck and Jisung gasps, easily becoming more squirmy under you.

“Noona…Noona! ‘M close,” He mumbles out and you’re not surprised. Jisung had been so needy that it makes you wonder when is that last time he last had sex.

“Go ahead baby, cum whenever you want,” You let out a small hum, hand speeding up and thumb pressing against the tip. The moan Jisung lets out as he comes is borderline pornographic, thick white stripes landing on his stomach and your hand. Slowly you help him ride out his high, stroking him until he has to stop you.

You glance down at your cum stained hand. While you didn’t actually have to ingest semen to feed, it either being inside you or on your skin worked perfectly well. However, you’d be lying if you weren’t curious. So you bring your hand to your lips, licking at your stained fingers, letting out a hum at his surprisingly sweet taste. Jisung’s watching you slack jawed and hazy eyes. He thinks he probably would have gotten hard from watching you do that but he’s so exhausted, eyes threatening to close all the way.

“Fuck - why am I so tired?”

“Ah, that’s probably me. I also feed of the energy you release when you cum, making you much more tired than you probably would be. You’ll get used to it though,” You run your clean hand through his sweaty bangs, pushing them out of his face. You slip off of him, going to the bathroom and return back with a damp washcloth. You help clean the boy up whose about to pass out. Jisung is able to pull his pants back up before he’s all but collapsing against his pillows.

You giggle at the boy, moving to get up to let him get some rest. He grabs onto your wrist though, stopping you in your tracks. You turn around to look back at him, head tilted.

“Mm, will you stay?” He asks, voice heavy as sleep threatens to take over. A smile graces your face and you simply move to crawl back onto the bed, pulling the boy close to you, his head resting upon your chest.

“Um, let’s not tell Lix what we did in his bed ok? Just a secret between you and me?” Jisung mumbles out before dreamland finally takes him.

“Yeah, agreed,”

a/n: ok look, I know what you're thinking. kaia??? howls moving castle again? FIRST OF ALL!!!! Jisung is just so ghibli coded and that's not my fault. SECOND OF ALL!!! that's what he literally did in this vlog so, not my fault again <3 Also finally!! we're here, it's about to get reaaaaaaaally spicy now ^^

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[galebrainrot2024]

GalexFemYou Boat Scene 18+

Summary: FemReaderxGale NSFW 18+ on the boat in the astral plane after you and Gale discuss the crown. Tried to be a little slower and tender in this one. Done at the request of another, thank you for the idea! :) Content: Explicit and slow piv sex, Minors DNI!

Master List | Read on Ao3

“I don’t think I deserve you at times - I told you of my ambitions, the likes of which many would baulk at - and yet, you remain at my side. Permit me to show you something, please? Indulge me - a little boat voyage, that’s all.” 

Despite your hesitation, you obliged - Gale meant more than words could express and you knew you’d do whatever you needed to help him see that. 

“Astra navigabimus.” As he uttered the words, you felt your consciousness and body shift, pulling away from the material plane and cast elsewhere. It was jarring and surreal, yet you kept your eyes shut, trusting Gale implicitly. 

“Few mortals ever glimpse what you’re about to see,” Gale said in a husky, quiet voice as his warm hand engulfed yours. “Don’t be alarmed, I’m here with you. Open your eyes.” 

You inhaled, the air around you a chilled mist. Goosebumps undulated across your skin as your eyes fluttered open, absorbing the impossible swirls of purple and blue iridescence that surrounded you. As you drift on the small wooden boat, your fingers lithely traced the air, trying to capture the gossamer fog. 

You turned to Gale, his face bright and the impossible colors swirled in his dark eyes. “The outer planes… this is where gods dwell. Where they observe us from afar. Where they make play things of us.” He frowned, gesturing to the skies, “They would keep all of this from us - the power, the possibilities. They only want us to serve them, pray to them… die for them. What if we didn’t need them and welded their power instead to help ourselves in all the ways they refuse to?” Gale’s voice was thick with anticipation and delirium, “I could make that happen. I could make this illusion a reality… with you by my side.” 

You froze, gripped by the possibility of what he offered. You’d be lying if you said the thought wasn’t tantalizing… yet, as he sat here before you, pleading and desperate for approval, you knew that Gale - the man before you - was enough. He would always be enough. When was the last time he’d been told that?

Had he ever been told? 

“I don’t need the stars, Gale,” you laced your fingers with his and brought his palm to your lips, brushing them against the skin. “I have you.” 

Your romantic gesture fell on deaf ears as Gale insisted: “Then have me, but have the best, possible version of me. The tadpole, the orb, these threats to our existence, the gods could aid us if they wished and instead they cower behind Ao. With the power of the crown, any foe would be rendered impotent, any obstacle dwarfed by our might.” Gale sighed, clutching your hands like a penitent seeking redemption. “I used to believe Mystra was worth dying for. I was wrong. You showed me how much I have to live for. With you, I forget my goddess.” Your heart thrummed violently, threatening to jump from your throat and your body instinctively began to scoot forward, craving him. “I love you. Tell me you feel the same, that you want what I want… please..” Gale’s voice broke and you leaned forward, cupping his face in your hands and rested your forehead to his. 

“I love you for the man you are,” you said, brushing your lips tenderly to his and he shuddered, emitting a gentle groan. Your knees were flush to his and you moved forward, chasing the adrenaline that flowed through your veins like a raging river. 

“Think of what I offer, the vastness of eternity, the Weave at our fingertips… you’d really prefer me as I am?” Gale looked into your eyes, the dark pools beseeching earnestly for your truth. Could you mean it? 

“You’re everything I need you to be,” you murmured before allowing your fingers to twine into his hair, pulling him close as your lips captured his. His gentle moan ignited the blaze within you and you feel the heat between your thighs stir. 

Gale returned your kiss passionately, hungrily, a man starved with disbelief that mortality would be enough. “I hope you’re right. Godly power I can live without but you - you’re everything.” His hands ran up your thighs, brushing against the soft skin and teasingly trailed closer to the source of your desire. “You put the stars to shame… let’s sit here awhile, I want to drink you in.” He brushed his tongue across your lower lip before he sought entrance, your tongues gliding together in the familiar wonton dance. He tasted faintly of earl gray and something rich - perhaps a lingering flavor of the nights meal. 

Your bodies entangled with familiarity, and you felt Gale’s smirk widen against your lips. He pulled back for a moment to caress your cheek and rested his forehead to yours, “Would you be opposed to staying here a bit longer?” He murmured as his fingers traced the edge of your shirt, tickling your torso beneath. You shivered, feeling the electricity burn and you whimpered as his cool hands pulled the shirt over your head. He licked his lips as his eyes consumed you, his pupils blown wide with desire, his cheeks flushed a dark pink. You shook your head, the bitter mist shrouding you as heat swelled in your center. 

Gale leaned forward, his lips brushing against the freckles that littered your shoulder and your hands trailed under his shirt, lifting. He obliged, leaning backward as you slowly pulled his shirt off. Typically, Gale and you would ravage one another if given the opportunity. 

Tonight, though, felt different. You craved him tenderly, wanting each moment to be a standalone symphony. You traced the orb, how its tendrils licked up his neck and brought your lips to the pattern. He sighed, pulling you closer to him and the seats of the boat seemed to de-materialize as you and Gale stared at one another, admiring. 

A plush blanket appeared beneath you and you rose a brow curiously as your fingers ran over the sensual fabric. Gale wrapped his arms around your torso to pull you into his lap. Your legs circled his waist and you cupped his face in yours, allowing your lips to meet in a supple, painfully slow kiss. You moaned as his tongue sought yours, as he slipped it into your mouth greedily, your hips rolling against his for friction. You felt the girth between his thighs stir as your hips rocked and you pressed yourself tighter to him as the kiss deepened. The carnal need grew, rooted in your core as the lustful dance began. 

Gale’s lithe fingers hooked into the waist of your pants and you gasped, the iciness of his touch juxtaposing the primal heat pooling within you. He took his time unlacing your pants before pushing them unhurriedly down. His eyes flick down to your clothed sex and you heard him intake his breath sharply. Gale leaned forward, kissing you lecherously. Each move of his tongue was precise and painfully slow, and you felt your body begin to squirm impatiently. You felt him grin against your lips as he cupped your chin and pulled your face closer to his as his tongue indulged. 

Your fingers clumsily worked to remove his trousers and he chuckled, “Let me lend you a hand,” he said as his fingers grazed yours. He shook out of the pants and your eyes widened as you admired the firm tent pressed against his underwear. He guided your hand, slipping it beneath his underwear and he groaned as your fingers wrapped around his arousal. He was warm, firm and you felt a surge of dripping arousal soak your underwear. He groaned as your hand circled him and began to deftly pump, matching his agonizingly steady pace. His fingers sought entrance between the cloth of your undergarments and sex and trailed along your inner thigh, right where the seam met your skin. 

You mewled, grinding your hips against his, feeling his erection glide against your covered arousal. Your hand worked quicker before his hand covered yours, his breath hot and quiet as he murmured, “Let’s take our time tonight…” Your body was desperate, wanted to move with a vicious urgency yet Gale continued with such excruciating gentleness. A light brush would likely be enough to send you off the cliff. 

His fingers found their way beneath your underwear and you squirmed, seeking him and friction. He chuckled darkly before slipping his fingers away, “The more impatient you are, the longer I’ll wait…” he teased and you leaned forward, biting into his neck. The sinful noise that fell from his lips sent another wave of arousal through you. 

“Gale, please,” you begged, your wetness seeping from your underwear and onto his, leaving evidence of your need. Gale traced your lips with his fingers and you shivered, licking the fingers before you before pulling them into your mouth. Gale groaned, his hips bucking upwards into you as you sucked on his fingers. “Touch me,” you whimpered against his fingers and he brought his slick hand into your underwear. 

“Rather needy tonight,” Gale teased again and he moaned as his fingers slipped between your folds, “Gods, how divine… how eager you are for me…” as he slid his fingers between your thighs you rolled your hips, whimpering again. His thumb circled your clit, the movements unrushed despite your protests. Gale kissed you again as you gripped his shaft, encircling him as you toyed with him, wanting to feel him inside of you. Gale, as if reading your mind, said, “Have you been patient enough?” 

You shook your head, moving your hips, deprived of his fingers. You felt him slip a few into you then, stretching you slowly and massaging you. The sudden entrance made you shudder violently and your arms wrapped around his neck, your fingers pressing into his back as you moaned. You nestled your face in the crook of his neck, biting down to stifle your unholy sounds. 

“No need to suppress yourself,” Gale murmured, pushing your hair back as he thrusted his fingers harder into you, forcing your body to tighten around him with arousal. “I want to hear you,” he demanded, pressing deeper into you and against the deepest source of your arousal. You cried out and bit down on his neck again. 

You lifted your hips, bringing them down onto his fingers and you mumbled against his neck, “I need you, I need more…” 

“Woe be it from me to deny you…” he murmured, pushing your underwear off your body and did the same to himself. He held himself for a moment, stabilizing as you brought your hips over his erection. Your hands gripped his shoulders and you gazed into his lustful, brown pools and felt him fill you. Your mouth watered as you brought yourself down deliberately only allowing the tip of him in. 

He whimpered, thrusting his hips up and you pulled back, smirking. “Why the rush?” You retorted and he growled, surrendering to you. You rolled your hips before bringing yourself fully over him, allowing him to stretch you full and welcomed him into your slick cunt. You both moaned as he filled you and he thrusted into you aggressively, gripping your hips. Your lips brush against his neck, his jaw, until your tongues are tangled again and he drove into you. Your bodies moved of their own accord now, both of you desperate for release and pleasure, the sensations overwhelming. Every fiber of your being thrummed with sin and you moved quicker, pulling him deeper into you and clenching around his erection. He moaned as you did, gripping your waist tighter, using his other hand to pull your hair back and kiss you. Sweat began to cover you both as your movements became carnal, needy - your breathing jagged and unsteady as you felt yourself swell with bliss and ecstasy. 

“I….” Gale moaned, the kiss sloppy and wet, “I… please…” his voice was raspy and deep as he thrusted violently into you and you cried out, begging for more, needing more. Abruptly he flipped you over so you were on your stomach, he hovering over you and pulled your hair back to kiss you. You moaned as you felt him enter you again from behind, your hips rolling backward to bring him further into you. He held your hair to steady himself, the pain from the pull overstimulating as he filled you. Your mouth was full of hot saliva and you whimpered as he grew more urgent, your bodies moving together in a steady, unholy rhythm. He pushed so hard against you that you felt a sharp pain and cried out, enough that he paused for a moment to whisper into your ear, “Are you alright?” And you nod, delirious from the pleasure, and you heard him whisper, “Come for me, then.” 

You press your face into the blanket and muffle your cries as he pumps deeper, harder, and his hand wraps in front of you for his thumb to circle your clit. It’s too much. You writhed and every cell in your body seized, tensing in preperation until you heard him groan gutturally, his hot climax filling you as your own climax roiled through you. The unadulterated bliss that pulsed through you was divine, both of your bodies moving in shared harmony, in your shared symphony of pleasure. Gale collapsed onto you, his lips pressing to your ear and neck as he murmured praises, how much he loved you, how much he adored you and when your breath returned to you, you rolled onto your back, cupping his face in your hands. “Mortality has its perks..” You murmured, your eyes fluttering shut as you smirked. 

Gale laughed, pulling you tighter to his chest, kissing your forehead. You settled into a comfortable silence, allowing the boat to rock you as you both marveled at how lucky you both were to have one another. “I can’t wait to explore your body a thousand more ways… eternity wouldn’t be enough for me.” 

[fivesmannequinwife]

My biggest beef with S4' treatment of Five is that it gave me what I wanted in exactly the way that I DID NOT WANT IT.

I wanted Five to be able to settle down and enjoy a slower life at least for a little while, BUT NOT BY BEING TRAPPED WITH HIS BROTHER'S WIFE

I wanted Five to fall in love with a real woman, BUT NOT WITH HIS BROTHER'S WIFE

I wanted to see a softer, more tender side of Five that we all know he always had but couldn't access because of survival, BUT I DIDN'T WANT TO SEE IT WITH HIS BROTHER'S WIFE

I wanted Five to put a bit of his own happiness above his family's, BUT NOT BY STRAIGHT UP SCREWING HIS BROTHER'S WIFE AND BEING WILLING TO DESTROY HIS BROTHER'S FAMILY

I want to hate seeing Five acting like that because it's so messed up that it's with Lila, and because it's so ooc for him to betray Diego like that after his whole motivation being his love for his family all the time. He faced numerous apocalupses and a lifetime of torment to save them and go back to them. I want to hate it all but I can't do it fully because they finally gave Five a little peace and happiness...

It would be so cute and perfect if it had been with literally anyone else that wasn't family.

Explain to me WHY couldn't Five just find someone else? Literally just bring Dolores to life by making him meet an alternate timeline version of her where she's a real woman very early on his time trapped in the subway. Make her go along with Five and Lila and trap the 3 of them in the subway. Make the exact same scenes we saw except that it's this new woman instead of Lila and Lila just silently watches from afar with sadness because she realizes she missed HER HUSBAND. That's it.

Most fans wouldn't even be mad at the lack of development because it's pretty established already that Five had a relationship with the mannequin.

Hell, if they didn't want to make it "weird" by bringing Dolores to life, ANY OTHER LIVING WOMAN WOULD DO. Just ANYONE.

And ik Five technicallh didn't "need" a romantic love story. Ik. But I wanted him to have it because, to me, it was obvious since S1 that his FEELINGS for the mannequin were real, and to her, he projected that tender and softer side of him. He hallucinated her as a real woman during S3, very similarly to how he most likely did during his worst mental state moments during the apocalypse. He seemed sad on Luther's wedding, like a part of him wanted to have that, too. He explicitly says in S3 he wants retirement and to settle down and having a partner to do that with sounds pretty reasonable and relatable. He wanted that connection and love, which is absolutely understandable considering he's an old man.

Just... that whole thing could have been my favorite part of S4, had they just used any other character that was not already part of the family. Idec who, just not a family member...

[slamdunktheories]

Sendoh Akira: A Character Analysis (Translated)

One of the best and most memorable Slam Dunk character analyses I’ve ever read was actually an answer to a question hilariously titled: “How do I marry Sendoh Akira?” (Author: 木子妞 - Link). The first half of the answer was particularly incisive and made me consider things I'd never noticed about Sendoh.

The original is in Chinese but here's an English version of the first half thanks to a nifty translating tool (I've edited for clarity and brevity; parts in bold for emphasis). Let's dive in!

~ Start of translation ~

Question: How do I marry Sendoh Akira?

Answer: 1) MENTAL SPEED

First, you have to be excellent - not in a Mary Sue protagonist way with incredible beauty and tremendous wealth etc.— these aren’t relevant in Sendoh’s eyes. Instead, your emotional intelligence needs to be genuinely outstanding.

Why? Because it’s important to understand Sendoh Akira as a person, and he’s not an easy person to understand. I’m not talking about his interests either; those are secondary; it's mainly about understanding his inner world.

The thing is, Sendoh is actually a very lonely person, and I think this loneliness is not by choice. No one in Ryonan really understands him; they are not on his level and don’t genuinely understand him. Case in point: in the match against Kainan, right at the end of regulation time Sendoh went for a dunk but deliberately went at a slower speed to allow Maki to catch up to him.

Sendoh’s idea of drawing a foul from Maki to turn the shot into a 2+1 would’ve meant that Ryonan would win the match by a point. But in that entire arena, only Maki, Fujima and Aida understood this plan. Even Coach Taoka got excited about getting into overtime without realizing that if the 2+1 plan failed, Ryonan would almost certainly lose.

Sendoh's mind works too fast for most people to keep up with, and his standards are high. He also can’t be bothered to explain more than is necessary and so as a result is forced into solitude. Which is why if you want to draw his attention, you need to be sharp enough to keep up with him mentally — imagine how high your IQ must be for that!

2) IDOLISATION

Second, don’t treat Sendoh like a genius or idealise him too much, and definitely don’t put him on a pedestal to worship. Accept the real him, including his flaws. And there are a few.

For one, Sendoh is quite stubborn. In the aforementioned match against Kainan, Maki at one point said, "Don’t think I'll let you dunk easily." To which Sendoh responded, "I'll definitely dunk to show you. Just once in this match..." And he was as good as his word, pulling off the dunk right at the end of regulation time as part of the aforementioned 2+1 plan.

Sendoh also holds grudges. In the prefecture match against Shohoku, after Miyagi managed to score against him, Miyagi mocked him, saying, "Did you think I'd always wait for you to block?" Later, when Sendoh noticed Shohoku was running into foul trouble, who did he target first? Who did he go after to draw another foul? Miyagi.

Sendoh can also be petty. When Rukawa scored quickly, everyone marveled at the speed of his shooting that even he, Sendoh, couldn't block, and Sendoh responded by scoring right away using the exact same technique as Rukawa.

In other words, the so-called basketball genius/living legend isn’t necessarily the real Sendoh Akira himself. Sendoh the basketball player gets lionised a lot but the real Sendoh actually has a temper.

The main difference that sets him apart from others is that he isn’t as easily bothered by things. Sendoh is more mature than his peers, and he’s able to keep most of his emotions in check or bury them deeper so it's harder for people to notice them.

But if you really want to draw his interest on the romantic front, you’ll need to treat him as an ordinary person. That’s how you'll earn his respect. To be clear, it’s not about playing hard to get; it’s about seeing him with a calm mind.

Because of Sendoh's relatively mild temperament and easygoing nature, when it comes to piquing his genuine romantic interest, Sendoh Akira is the most difficult man to deal with in all of Slam Dunk. Much more difficult than Rukawa.

Rukawa can be lured by some top class basketball intel, but Sendoh Akira has almost no weak points to exploit, precisely because so little gets him worked up. The only seeming weakness is his loneliness.

If you can 1) make him feel understood and 2) do so without needing to say it out loud, then you might have a chance with him. These two points are prerequisites. And if you feel you could pull off both points and truly love him to the point of marrying no one but him, then continue reading for some specific methods, though they're not guaranteed to work.

~ End of translated first half ~

We'll skip the second half since it's not that relevant in terms of character analysis. (But it is worth a read if you are a Sendoh fan. It covers a rather elaborate plan!)

On the topic of Sendoh, I would also add that him misremembering Sawakita's name isn't pure coincidence/a gag but perfectly in keeping with his character IMO. He seems the type that is competitive right in the middle of a match but once the match is over, he doesn't hold on to losses as tightly as, say, Rukawa. I mean, let's face it. If the same thing happened to Rukawa (losing big time to Sawakita) you can bet he'd remember Sawakita's name till the end of time. But Sendoh doesn't take such losses quite so personally, and that's why he'd be the type to misremember the name of someone who beat him.

[meraki-yao]

RWRB Full-Cast Audiobook Imaginations

So with the sequel on the horizon, we’re not that far from a full-cast re-recording of the audiobook, right?

I listen to the audiobook more than I read the book, mostly because I can listen to it while doing other stuff, and no offence to the original narrator, but while it’s good, it’s not the best. I kind of cringe at his British accent for Henry.

So I have a lot of thoughts.

The thing is with an audiobook, we can get both the wonderful vocal performance of the movie cast, and the iconic book lines, the ones that didn’t, and frankly, could never have made it into the movie due to format restrictions:

Sexy explicit sex scenes

Sexy explicit sex lines “For fuck’s sake, man, you just had my dick in your mouth, you can kiss me good-night”, “I want you to fuck me”, “I’ve been thinking about your mouth on me all well”

Emails in their entirety

Email openings and endings “Huge Raging Heache Prince Henry of Who Cares”, “First Son of Shirking Responsibilities”, “Horrible Revolting Heir”, “First Son of Founding Father Sacrilege”, “Haplessly Romantic Heretic Prince Henry the Utterly Daft”

Email historical quotes “The whole is a mass of fools and knaves; I could almost except you”, “I meet you in every dream”

Swearing and explicit language “fucking shit” “I fucking love you, okay?”

Internal Struggle

Iconic lines that didn’t make it into the movie for adaptation and story purposes “I’m never gonna love anybody in the world like I love you” “I love him on purpose”, “America, he is my choice”

Like, imagine hearing all of this in Taylor, in Nick, in Sarah and Uma and Ellie and Rachel and Thomas and Aneesh and Cfiton etc etc 's voice. Just imagine it!!!

Another thing to add is that to put it in simple terms, the current version of the audiobook does the dialogue lines closer to theatre acting: more enunciated, more inflection, and slower. Which is fine in its own right (I’m a theatre kid). But with the cast audiobook, hopefully, we can get them to do something closer to film acting, i.e. closer to reality, reading the lines as they would if they were to shoot those scenes.

Which is gonna make big moments like sexy times and confrontations a lot of fun :D

And something really entertaining to think about is now that we also know the cast and their dynamic is thinking about how much fun they would have while recording the book, especially when they have scenes together. And it’s not necessarily just Taynick, it’s group scenes with the whole Super Six, like the karaoke scene in chapter seven, or the Texas Holiday Scenes with Firstprince and Junora.

Like, Imagine it, the actors in the same recording studio, maybe even on the same couch:

Taylor and Nick laughing while reading off the insults from the earlier frienemies days of their relationship

Taylor and Nick squirming and playfully hitting each other when recording lines for sexy scenes like the first night, or the tack room, or Wimbledon

The cast shouting and booing (playfully) whenever someone messes up a line in their group scenes

The chaotic fun that is the LA karaoke scene, everybody’s laughing, Ellie gets to be the singular sober person while everyone else acts drunk, Nick singing Don’t Stop Me Now shittier (Nick has the voice of an angel but book Henry can’t sing for shit),

Taylor and Nick giving each other hugs after screaming at each other for the Kensington confrontation

Nick grinning smugly at every book height difference mention (:<

More of Taylor speaking Spanish!!!

Thomas gets to be a proper asshole villain who later turns into awkward older brother who's trying

Ellie gets to do the pie metaphor grief monologue  

Taylor gets to do another speech (he’s really good at delivering speeches)

 I want to quickly reiterate that I am in no way unhappy with what we got in the end for the movie; I love it to pieces. However, as Matthew and Casey said, there are two “canonical” versions of the story now, and since audiobooks are an option, it would be really nice to connect this aspect of the movie verse with the book verse in some sort of middle ground.

So yeah Audible? Amazon? Get on with it!!!

@almightaylor this was the long post I mentioned, I literally started this in July lol

[voltaicsnail]

SHARE YOUR POKEMON OC !

I already made a "share your plasma grunt oc" post a while ago , and I decided to extend it to any kind of pokemon ocs !

The goal of this post is to group together multiple blog with Pokemon OC so we can all discover new artists to follow !

You can reblog or just use the card and tag me so I can see what you have done !

I made trainer cards based on the D/P/P game trainer cards and there is blank version at the end of the post for you to use if you want to ! You are free to introduce your oc the way you want , either by drawing, with a story , a mood board , ect.

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I would like the post to stay safe so do not share offending stuff or ships that involve a minor and an adult !!!!! Proship dni.

I'll mask the reblog if it features a ship between an adult and a canonically minor character in the game ( or vice-versa) .

and put TW if you share sensitive things as Pokemon remains a franchise highly appreciated by the youth !

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THE BLANK ID CARD FOR YOU !

Gonna introduce my OCs now !

MY OCS !

Relationship :

Zinzolin (Romantic partner)

Ghetsis ( Former leader and eternal crush of Pedro)

Atmet ( Half-brother )

Ramzi (Former best friend)

Personality : CHAOTIC EVIL

He clearly lacks compassion towards other people and tends to be uncaring and cruel , unless the person actually benefits him (Material or emotional) or is someone he is obsessed by.

He always was troublesome , but it became unmanageable when he was a teen and leaving for Team Plasma only made his flaws even more prominent.

He buries his feelings most of the time and is very rarely seen crying , as the only emotion he allows himself to express are joy and pure rage.

He could give his life for Ghetsis and clearly has a tendency to get extremely close to dominating figure and to act rebellious along them to get a reaction. However he would never do something to make Ghetsis or Zinzolin genuinely mad.

Well , not again at least.

He is pretty jolly and likes to joke around , if he was raised in other condition , he would probably had been a good person or an ok-tier one.

Fun facts :

-He loves to traumadump on people just to make them feel uneasy during lighthearted conversation.

-He never evolves his pokemon.

-His Joltik is very strong.

-He only speaks a little of Paldean but is fluent in Kalosian and Unovan.

-His special interest is Ghetsis and moss. (very similar actually)

-He keeps his injuries and the weird stuff he ates in separate note books.

-He teached the apple dance to Ghetsis and Ghetsis grounded him (he is a grown ass man)

Relationship :

Faba (it's complicated , they bully each other)

Colress (Best friend until the end of time)

Pedro (Half-brother

Personality : CHAOTIC NEUTRAL

He is an opportunist and while he doesn't lack compassion like his younger brother , he has a tendency to put his goals before other people.

He is highly focused on extraterrestrial life to the point of forgetting to sleep.

He is very expressive and emotional , he tends to ugly cry out of joy as well as sadness and anger. He wasn't always like that , he was even rather stoic as a young teen , but slowly let go of this facade growing up.

While he doesn't like hurting people , his morals can be very grey as he still befriends bad people , and tends to diminish his own mistakes. At the time , he still punish himself for the things he could have done for his brother but didn't.

His mind is always flourishing in thoughts and ideas and it makes it difficult for him to bond with people as they tend to grow very tired of his way of speaking and dominating the conversation. He does try to speak slower and less.

Fun facts :

-During his transition , he choose the name Atmet because it was the "perfect" contraction between Atmosphère and Meteor. He still thinks its a great name.

-He caught a Gothita to study the evolutionary line and was flabbergasted by its legs after it evolved into a Gothitelle.

-He loves photography

-His Beheeyem gives him migraine every time it wants a Poke bean. Which is very often.

-His glasses protect his eyes from the sand when he does stargazing on the beach.

-He still falls in tourist trap , even after living in Alola for years

-He once hid the hair gel of Colress for a month to see how his strand would act , and he was in shock to see it didn't move one bit. To this day , he thinks Colress may not be human.

Relationship :

Burgh (Romantic partner)

Clay ( Father figure)

Lenora (Good friend)

Ghetsis (Literal nightmare of Braxton)

Personality : LAWFUL GOOD

Braxton is a generally kind person that wants to help as many people and pokemon as he can.

He suffers from debilitating guilt and trauma after the event with Team Plasma and tends to be always having second thoughts about his actions.

He is very soft spoken and is a good listener.

As a teen , he often got into trouble and ended up putting himself in danger multiple time , joining Team Plasma was when he hit the bottom.

(TW : mention of addiction and SH )

As he had addiction problems in his youth , he tends to avoid place where he could enter in contact with any of the things he once took.

He took time to realize that his self isolation and his avoidance of any social event was actually a way from him to punish himself for his Plasma past , and not just because he was afraid of relapsing.

( End of the TW )

Fun facts :

-He loves spices

-He eats snow

-Snom is his favorite pokemon ever

-He is very active and loves exercising

-He choose the name Braxton after trying out multiple names for years.

-He dyes his hair and no one knows which of the two colors is the natural one.

-Clay gaslighted him into doing the league challenge so Braxton could meet new people , make friend and explore the world instead of ruminating. It worked.

-He is terrified of snake like pokemon because he was bitten by a Silicobra as kid

-He bonded with Burgh over how weird they both were. (like have you seen the memory about Burgh asking the meaning of rock to Lenora ? )

Relationship :

Alexa (Her fiancee )

Viola ( Step sister)

Wikstorm (Best friend forever)

Diantha ( Inspiration )

Personality : CHAOTIC GOOD

Pia is a non verbal performer with a very strong love for unowns.

She is very artistic , theatrical and tends to have an analytic mind.

While she looks pretty nice and gentle , she is actually savage and got into fist fight multiple time. She aspire to be a wine aunt once she reaches her fortys.

Despite her fame , she still considers herself just a random Kalosian citizen , just being recorded more often than it should.

She doesn't take shit for an answer and hates being passive , and that's why she joined the fight against Team Flare without a second thought.

While her facial expression are very hard to read , her body language is very eccentric and expressive.

Fun facts :

-The letters she chose for her Unowns have a signification

-She refuse to elaborate on her haircut

-She is autistic and adhd and has a special interest on Unown

-She can't wear nail polish or she'll cry and roll on the floor screaming in horror.

-She caught all the unown form and is trying to find them all in shinies

-Her Spritzee is really skittish around other people , but feels very safe near Pia

-She is always chewing on gums

-She binds often because she likes the pressure and looking androgynous

Relationship :

Lysandre (Romantic partner)

Emma ( Honorary daughter )

Celosia ( Lame friend (they call each other lame all the time))

Pedro (Former best friend)

Personality : TRUE NEUTRAL

Ramzi is often deemed as stupid or heedless , and while he tries to ignore it, it does sting a bit sometimes.

He does tend to act before thinking or to focus on the bigger piece , forgetting important details but he tries his best at the end of the day.

He joined Team Flare as a way to take control of his own life , away from his parent but grew fond of the delusional Lysandre.

People would call him zesty and they wouldn't be wrong. He is pretty energetic , and optimistic. He smiles a lot but also loves the dramatics.

He has this theater kid vibe which may be due to his french genetics.

While he often has this thoughtless , naive look on his face , he is actually feeling the heavy weight of what Team flare could have done if no one stopped Lysandre on his shoulder. He knows that his partner got supervised , got therapy and is overall on the right way , but he can't shake the feelings that he could have contributed in the end of the world if he didn't snap out of it in the HQ.

He actually tries to take on responsability and to be a good father figure to Emma , without loosing his jolly demeanor

Fun facts :

-Ramzi loves red and orange , and only choose his pokemon based on that.

-He is a big fan of drag shows and loves to see creative people.

-His natural hair color is a mystery and he hates taking off his glasses

-He likes watching reality TV show

-He struggles to hate people as he thinks he did too many mistakes to be able to judge someone

-He loves karaoke

-He is scared of Malva as anyone should be

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[siilent-wanderer]

One Wasn't Enough

Pairing: actress! le sserafim x actress! reader

Prompt: The script said one kiss, the drama showed one kiss. But the leaked behind-the-scenes footage? Hmm...

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Chaewon

The Intense Actress Who Leaves You Breathless

angsty, tension-filled romance

rivals to lovers

the kind where every argument feels like it could end in either a fight or a kiss

Chaewon plays the sharp-tongued, fiercely independent lead

and you’re the only one who can keep up with her

the kiss is supposed to be quick, a frustrated clash of lips before she pulls away

but when Chaewon leans in, she doesn’t stop at just one

she kisses you once — sharp and desperate

but then her hands tighten around your collar, and she goes in again

this time, slower. more deliberate

like she’s tasting something she doesn’t want to forget

she exhales shakily against your lips before murmuring, "Tell me to stop, and I will."

the silence stretches just a little too long before the director yells cut

the clip spreads like wildfire, and fans are feral:

"KIM CHAEWON, YOU BETTER EXPLAIN WHY YOUR HAND WAS TREMBLING" "she kissed like she meant it like??? the hesitation before the second one??? ohhh we’re not surviving this" "I can’t tell if this is acting or an actual confession."

when asked about it in an interview, Chaewon just smirks and shrugs

"I was just… in the moment. One kiss didn’t feel like enough, you know?"

Sakura

The Seasoned Pro Who’s Almost Too Good at It

mature, wistful romance

second chance lovers

the kind where every touch feels like a memory they’re scared to relive

Sakura plays the composed, emotionally guarded lead who swears she’s moved on

the kiss is supposed to be slow, a quiet realization that she never really let go

but the leaked behind-the-scenes clip shows something else—

she cradles your face like you’re fragile

her thumb brushing over your cheek before she leans in

her lips barely touch yours at first, hesitant, searching, as if waiting for you to pull away

but when you don’t, she lets out a shaky breath, pressing in just a little deeper

after pulling away, her fingers graze your jawline, and she tilts your face up

and then she kisses you again

this time, softer. more intentional

as if she needs to memorize it

the way she sighs into the kiss?

fans lose their minds:

"I’m sorry but this was TOO intimate like she was savoring it" "UMM I HEARD THAT SECOND KISS WASN’T IN THE SCRIPT PLS EXPLAIN" "Why does it feel like she was memorizing Y/N’s lips… what do they MEAN by that??"

in an interview, Sakura chuckles when asked about the scene and rubs the back of her neck

"I mean... It was convincing, right?"

Yunjin

The Charismatic Star Who Makes Every Scene Feel Too Real

passionate, whirlwind romance

love at first sight

but the kind where denial only makes the tension worse

Yunjin plays the confident, flirtatious lead who swears she’s in control

until she’s not

the kiss is supposed to be desperate, an unspoken confession when words fail

but the behind-the-scenes clip shows Yunjin completely forgetting they’re on set

she cups your jaw, thumb tracing your lips before she kisses you like she’s been waiting forever

she kisses you once — deep, breathless

but when the director still hasn’t yelled cut, she leans back in

this time, slower

like she’s actually savoring it

the leaked clip even shows her smirking right before she does it

fans are completely unhinged:

"HUH WHY DID SHE MAKE IT LOOK LIKE A REAL RELATIONSHIP" "I swear she whispered something before pulling away pLS SOMEONE ENHANCE THE AUDIO" "HUH YUNJIN, WHY WERE YOU BREATHING SO HARD AFTER??"

in an interview, Yunjin just laughs as she shrugs

"What can I say? I like to commit to my roles."

Kazuha

The One Who Masters the Art of Romantic Tension

dreamy, poetic romance

childhood friends to lovers

the kind where everything feels like a slow dance

Kazuha plays the quiet, observant lead who loves in small, unspoken ways

the kiss is written to be soft

just a hesitant brush of lips before she pulls away

but the behind-the-scenes clip catches her whispering, "Just trust me." before tilting your chin up

the way she moves — gentle yet intentional — makes it feel almost too real

when she finally pulls back, her lips linger just a second too long, eyes flickering to yours

then she kisses you again

the second one is slower. a little deeper. more certain

fans lose their minds over the way she kissed you:

"WHY DID SHE CUP Y/N’S FACE SO SOFTLY. LIKE. WHY." "I feel like I just witnessed something sacred" "zuha’s gaze before she leaned in?? that wasn’t acting, i fear"

when asked about it, Kazuha just smiles shyly and tucks her hair behind her ear

"I just wanted it to feel… real."

Eunchae

The Unexpected Heartstealer of the Softest Romance

lighthearted, youthful romance

best friends who realize their feelings

BUT neither wants to be the first to say it

Eunchae plays the playful, sunshine lead who doesn’t realize she’s already in love

the moment is meant to be simple

just a brush of fingers, a lingering glance, an unsaid promise

but in the leaked behind-the-scenes clip...

Eunchae does something unexpected

she reaches out, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear before grinning softly

"I like you, you know?" she murmurs, voice quieter than usual

fans immediately go feral:

"HELLO??? WHERE WAS THIS IN THE SCRIPT??" "The way she smiled so softly after saying it… like she meant it" "Eunchae is dangerous. I am WEAK. SHE'S LEARNING FROM HER UNNIES"

when asked about it, Eunchae just giggles and shrugs

"I mean… doesn’t it feel more natural that way?"

A/N: again, no kissing scene for the child !!!

[evillemons]

heyy! i hope you’re doing well :) i was wondering what do you think bts would be like courting someone? e.g making CDs, or writing love letters or giving just cute simple dates. more romantic gestures or more simpler / practical ones?

and how long do you think they would court someone until they give up💀(if they do lmao). also i love ur writing :)) 🧡💜

Hello! I am doing excellent, thank you. And I'm glad to hear you enjoy my writing! I often get demotivated, but knowing that there are people out there who actually read my content makes me want to keep going :) Here is my take on this prompt:

How BTS would court someone

V - It would take Tae quite a while to develop feelings for someone that are beyond surface level (and I don't think he would approach someone unless he feels a strong emotional pull towards them). However, the hopeless romantic that he is, he would be relentless when it comes to winning over his crush's affection. He would definitely be the type to deliver flowers to her work or home on the regular (by hand), or show up at her house spontaneously to ask for an impromptu date. He might also try to impress her with his creative side by taking her to a pottery/painting class or playing his beloved saxophone for her. While I think he would be relatively persistent and not be quick to give up, he might lose interest or motivation if she does not reciprocate after a while.

Jungkook - It wouldn't take much to fall for Jungkook for most people (because look at him) but I have a feeling he will end up falling for a girl one day that is completely uninterested in him and his fame. In this case, he would become completely tunnel-visioned towards winning her over. All the romantic gestures - offering to take her on fancy dinner dates, inviting her to watch rehearsals/shows backstage, driving around the city in his Mercedes, buying her a pair of luxury shoes - anything flashy to impress her. I think he would be so blinded by the fact that that he likes someone so much and be inclined to skip the "get to know you phase" completely. I don't think he would be unreceptive to feedback, though; if he senses that she's uncomfortable, he'd probably back off a little and take things slower.

RM - Namjoon wouldn't be very likely to court someone "officially", as he would prefer to observe and learn first. He would start by getting to know her very slowly and gradually, maybe slipping out a witty compliment or two to peak her interest. When he's ready to pursue a relationship, he might gift her something small but thoughtful like a plushie that she admired in a store alongside a handwritten note, or a delicately selected music playlist based on her tastes (I truly see gift giving being his love language). If she's an intellectual, he would want to impress her by reading up on a topic she's interested in or by having a deep conversation. He definitely would not go overboard in fear of scaring her away or making her uncomfortable. He also would disengage immediately if she gave him the slightest hint that she wasn't interested, not because he gave up, but because he's a gentleman who respects people's boundaries.

SUGA - Not much of a courter at all. It's much more likely that someone would approach him first, or that a long-term friendship would evolve into a relationship gradually. His version of courting someone, however, would be getting to know all the little things about them, discovering their interests (especially their music taste), and figuring out what makes them happy. This would be all be done quietly, and then shown in subtle ways like making a playlist he thought she would like or joining her in an activity she enjoys (that he may not necessarily care for otherwise). It would be an organic process with someone he has a natural connection with, so there wouldn't really be an opportunity for "giving up"; it would just naturally fizzle out if it didn't work.

Jin - As I've mentioned many times, Jin is a major introvert and doesn't like to expend too much of his energy on other people. However, I don't think he would be lazy when it comes to someone he likes. Like many of the other boys, flowers would be a go to, but likely shipped to her rather than hand delivered because he would get too shy to do it himself. Courting would be a rather slow process, with interactions being more "formal" in the early days, and there would be absolutely no physical touch until the relationship is official. Outings would be traditional and romantic - dinner dates, walks along the river, a drive-in movie theater. If he's really brave he might hold her hand. I actually do think Jin would be very determined when courting someone because he does like to hold that traditional "masculine" role.

j-hope - Hobi would hardly need to go out of his way to peak someone's interest, as his naturally vibrant and positive energy would make anyone fall for him. He's also quite attentive and considerate towards the people he cares about, so I think this would be magnified x10 when he's interested in someone romantically. He might bring her flowers if he's feeling extra romantic, but his displays of affection would mostly be via acts of service like bringing her lunch at work or offering to run errands with her. Although Hoseok is the bougie king himself, he would offer more casual dates like a picnic at the park or a local fair or couples class. I actually do see him being relatively determined in courting her - he would be consistent in trying to talk to her on the daily/asking her on weekly dates. And it's not because he's trying too hard, that's just how he is.

Jimin - Jimin would be the sweetest man alive when he's smitten. He is visibly loving and affectionate, so it wouldn't be difficult to tell when he's interested in someone. He would use a combination of light physical touch, teasing, compliments, lighthearted dates, and maybe small gifts, to woo her. I see Jimin being the type to want to go above and beyond and put maximum effort into showing someone that he likes them, but I also think he would be aware that it might come across as overbearing. He would start with something small, like giving her a bouquet of flowers with a note asking her on a date, and then following her lead based on what she likes from there (by possibly straight up asking what she would like him to do). Jimin is persistent in the sense that he would not give up easily even if one of his plans doesn't go well, but only up to a point where she is comfortable and receptive.

[dragon-curse-au]

Here's a wordier post but i think I'll sit everyone down and explain what the main gimmick of our au is.

A general synopsis is that due to some of dark enchantress cookie's actions, it caused the draconic power she gained from pitaya dragon as white lily to manifest into physical artifacts that turned any cookie into a dragon if they were to come into contact with it. This was dubbed the dragon curse, but in this context there's no negative side effects save for how a cookie percieves themselves. (There are cookies who are/were very disconrent with being cursed). If anything, it's beneficial

Cursed dragons are, as i mentioned before, cookies who came in contact with dragon artifacts (on the nose, i know). Any normal cookie can become cursed and it's irreversible. A cookie cursed is cursed for life. Cursed cookies have three forms. they gain the reptillian form that a dragon can use to mingle with cookies, as well as a larger dragon form on top of their appearance they were born with. The biggest difference that sets them aside from pure dragons is that they are notably smaller, even in their reptillian form that makes them bigger, but only slightly so.

The dragon curse enhances powers that cookies were born with/taught, as draconic energy works in tandem with cookie powers here. This means healers are more effective with their magic, mages and other spellcasters have better strength capabilities with offensive spells, amd generally cursed cookies have more physical prowess. It's harder to cut a cursed cookie down if they fight like hell.

The dragon curse also extends their life a good deal, as dragons are nearly immortal. The younger a cookie is when they are cursed, the slower the aging process is. A cursed cookie can in fact outlive all of their friends and family if the circumstances are just right. Such is the way with immortals living amongst mortals, yea?

Pure dragons are called pure dragons because they are direct descendants of the first dragons that roamed earthbread during the reign of the paragons that held the soul jams. All but one laid down to rest, their remains make up monumental landmarks. Unlike cursed dragons, pure dragons only have two forms. A reptillian form and a pure dragon form. The amount of power forced into such a small vessel never made it a viable attempt. A practice to make such a thing possible existed way back then, but has been lost to time much like the first dragons of earthbread

Pure dragons also have a code of sorts. Their culture is very strict and it's lasted since the dawn of their reign. Dragons are strictly monogamous creatures and only ever find one mate. If they lose them, they never find another. Due to this, it is considered disgraceful to drag one's mate and hatchling(s) into disagreements. Your battle is your own. It's also considered disgraceful to mingle with cookies, even moreso to get involved romantically with one. This wasn't always the case. Dragons and cookies used to be as compatible as ever, as time passed that compatibility waned.

When cursed dragons came to be, it was considered the lowest insult to dragonkind to get involved with such mockeries to their existence. Should such a relationship happen, i feel it's worth mentioning that presently, only a dragon can create a child with a cursed cookie. Normal cookies and dragons cannot. Again, this wasn't always the case. Any such occurence would never and should never be acknowledged.. How could such an insulting incident occur?

Pure dragons and cursed dragons cannot sense each other if they were to both blend in. You may be asking how a dragon's reptillian form can blend in amongst many cookies. Cookies take on all sorts of forms in this version of earthbread, so it's not uncommon to find reptillian cookies. Though, most dragons see no reason to bother. Most. The reason pure dragons can't sense a cursed cookie is due to the fact the concentration of power is so minimal, it takes actually seeing it to believe. The same goes the other way around, too vast for such a small mind to process. Cursed cookies can sense one another. Draconic magic is intertwined amongst all individuals and creates synergy when it aligns well.

Whew. Quite wordy! I hope i touched down on a general summary of what the hell's going on with all these guys turning into dragons. By all means though, ask questions. I'd be happy to ramble. Eventually a list of everyone cursed will come out, then you can ask about them too