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[that-one-girl2020]

Saja Boys x Rumi’s Sister! Reader Pt. 7

A/N: Thank you for 1,500 followers!

Okay, this is the last official part of this short series but I have more ideas for headcanons and one-shots for this series! Like, first kisses with the boys, maybe a smut, the Saja Boys and Mira and Zoey confronting Celine about how she raised the mc and Rumi, etc. So if you have ideas about headcanon or one-shot ideas tied to this series, you can send it to my inbox or add it in the comments!

I hope this is as satisfying as you guys hoped it would be!

TW: Grief, mourning, etc.

Word Count: 3,718

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 || Part 6

Master List

(Reminder: Baby = Jum, Romance = Chungae, Mystery = Hyeon, Abby = Kwan)

Rumi sighed pleasantly, sinking deeper into the hot water as steam wafted around her. “Wow. This feels amazing.”

“We’ve been saying that for years,” Mira groaned contently, her eyes barely slipping open to look at her.

“Right? See what you’ve been missing?” Zoey mused, a loopy grin on her face.

“Oh yeah. I wanna come here every day of our three month hiatus…”

“Girls, I’m so glad you and (Y/n) didn’t, like, die…?” Zoey suddenly brought up, grimacing at her own words.

“Wow Zoey, way to be super literal,” Mira smirked, peaking her eyes open to look at their maknae lazily. “But same.”

Zoey started blubbering, sniffling and trying to stop but it was pointless, “I just… you guys just mean so much to me, and I don’t really know what I’d do without you…” Zoey descended into incomprehensible tearful babbling.

Zoey’s tears began Mira’s own crying and then Rumi followed right after them.

You couldn’t help but chuckle and shake your head from where you sat between your sister and Mira as the three blubbered.

How did you get to this point again…?

~~~

Rumi gripped your sword tighter in her hands, not minding if the blade cut her hand. She refused to let go of it as the three girls silently made their way back to the tower after leaving Namsan tower. They had reassured Bobby that everything was okay and that they would actually be taking that break now. But, they still had a lot to talk about—Rumi’s past, the Saja Boys, their fight… you.

There was a space besides them that felt achingly empty as they went up the elevator.

The three silently traipsed from the elevator, their steps heavy as they sat on the couch. They sat in mournful silence, gathered around the sword that had come from your soul.

Eventually, Mira set a hesitant hand on Rumi’s shoulder. “Rumi…” she sighed, her heart clenching at what she would have to say. “You have to let it go at some point.”

Rumi held your sword tighter in response, a drop of blood staining the rug beneath them. A tear fell from her eye. “No.”

“Rumi…” Zoey sighed softly, resting her hand on Rumi’s other shoulder, leaning her head on Rumi’s sadly.

“No,” Rumi shook her head adamantly. “I won’t let her go.”

“But, the sword isn’t her, Rumi,” Mira tried to tell her. Logically, she knew this. But a part of her didn’t want Rumi to let go of the sword either.

“I know,” Rumi choked out. “I know that, but… it’s the last part of her in this world. How can I let that go?”

Mira and Zoey were quiet, unable to say anything because there wasn’t anything to say in this situation. All they could do was offer comfort to each other as they mourned the loss of their sister, Rumi’s cries filling the silence.

Rumi knew she would have to let the sword go and once she did, it would dissipate into the rainbow Honmoon. She couldn’t think of sleeping or eating or doing anything if it meant there was a chance of her letting go of your sword.

But she had to let you rest.

“(Y/n)… I’m so sorry for the way I treated you,” Rumi told your sword, your soul humming through it. “I wasn’t a good sister for you and I wasn’t there when you needed me. I should’ve done better for you… Thank you for protecting me when I needed it most, and I hope you can forgive me someday… I love you…”

Zoey set her hand over Rumi’s on the blade of your sword, “(Y/n), I’m sorry for not hearing you out. You’ve always listened to me and the one time it counted, I didn’t return it… From now on, I’ll do better at listening. And I’ll write a super sweet song in your memory! Just… I hope you know that you were like a sister to me, (Y/n).” Zoey wiped her eyes, laughing wetly as she rested her head on Rumi’s shoulder.

Mira sighed, placing her hand over Zoey’s on your sword blade, “I’m… sorry (Y/n). I jumped ahead and called you a traitor without even hearing you out… I’ve never been great at expressing myself, but… you always just accepted me, even when I was being prickly. I’m sorry I didn’t return the favor. I hope you know that you’ll always be family to me.”

The three girls were silent. They knew the time had come to let you go but they held on just a little bit longer. Just a little bit more time with you…

“Goodbye… (Y/n)…” Rumi whispered tearfully. Slowly the girls let go of your sword. They watched as it floated from Rumi’s lap, the sword dissipating in a cruel reflection of the way you died, bit by bit fading out until it was a floating orb of light purple, pink and blue hues.

The girls were breath taken but their hearts were heavy as they watched. They had never seen something like this before. It was more beautiful than the Honmoon itself, watching your soul depart.

They blinked when the one orb suddenly split into several. Five orbs of different shades of light purple and pink and blue circled around a single orb in the middle, flying and swirling around it… happily. Then the orb in the middle seemed to shake itself, perking up as it joined the joyful dance around each other, dipping and spinning and chasing each other faster and faster until the girls had to close their eyes as the lights combined and got too bright.

“AH!”

The girls’ eyes popped open when they heard the sudden yelp and several thumps. Their eyes widened at the sight before them, latching onto each other in shock, “Ahhhh!”

“Ahhhh!”

“AhHHHH!”

“AhHHHH!”

“Why are we screaming!?”

“(Y/N)!” The girls scrambled off the couch in a rush of tangled limbs and tackled you. The breath was knocked out of your lungs and your back hurt from landing so harshly on the ground, not once but twice.

You honestly had no idea what happened. One moment you were singing with the Saja Boys and then Rumi arrived and reunited with Mira and Zoey. And Rumi was buckling under the force of Gwi Ma and then you were shielding her. After that, your memories were vague. You had some fuzzy memories of… being a sword…? Had you been dreaming?

“Wait, (Y/n)?!” You heard Kwan’s voice and then the bundle of four girls was being lifted so you could be squished by five more people.

You were confused for a moment as you were surrounded by eight sobbing young adults. But then you felt your heart warm and you smiled, tears trailing down your own face at the feeling of being so loved.

“We thought you were dead!”

“Never do that again!”

“You stupid idiot!”

“Don’t scare us like that…”

“I’m so sorry, (Y/n)!”

Yeah… You wouldn’t trade the world for your eight blubbering babies.

“Sorry for worrying you guys…” You apologized, offering comfort in whatever way you could with your arms squished to your sides.

“Wait a minute,” Mira’s eyes were suddenly dry, snapping open to look slowly at the Saja Boys that were in their group hug. “What are you doing here?!”

The group hug suddenly dispersed, the Saja Boys on one side, Mira, Zoey, and Rumi on the other with you in the middle of the two groups, whipping your head back and forth between the two groups with wide, confused eyes.

‘Did they… not work together after you… died…?’

The Saja Boys awkwardly side-eyed each other.

“Didn’t you guys die or something?!” Zoey yelled.

Your head whipped around to look at the boys who sheepishly avoided your gaze, “Wait. You guys died?! How?!”

“Uhm,” Rumi started, “After you… died, they kinda just surrendered and started flaking away Thanos style.”

Your eyes widened at Rumi’s explanation. Then your head whipped back around to look at the guys who were slowly backing away. “You guys just gave up?!”

Jinu shrugged awkwardly, his shoulders going up to his ears as he avoided your eyes with a grimace, “Well… You died and…”

“We swore to follow wherever you wanted to go,” Hyeon explained more bluntly, the slightest bit of a whine in the tone of his voice. Not a childish whine, more like the whine of a scolded dog.

“So you decided to follow me into death?!” You couldn’t help but wave your arms incredulously. You sighed and facepalmed, closing your eyes in defeat. “We all need therapy. Like, now.”

“Might be hard with your current look,” Mira smirked, looking you up and down pointedly. “You look sick though.”

You blinked, looking down at yourself. Oh. You still had a lot of your demon features. Your skin color was back to normal, if a little more gray than before, and the patterns were a lot lighter. But your fingers were a normal length now, your claws weren’t as long now. But you could feel that your teeth were still sharper than a normal human’s and your eyes still glowed amber at you in your reflection in the window.

You looked back at the boys and their appearances had changed as well. Their reaper clothes were gone, back in their human clothes now. Their skin tones weren’t the dark lilac they had been before, more of a gray now as well. Their patterns weren’t purple anymore, they looked closer to black now, more like tattoos. Other than that, most of their other features were still the same.

“Oh,” You blinked. “I think I’ll be alright once my eyes chill, but the boys…” You trailed off. “Can you guys still use your demon powers?”

“Maybe. It feels a little limited though…” Kwan responded.

“We can try though,” Jum chimed in. One by one a ripple of demon energy pulsed over the boys, leaving them with normal skin tones and eyes, no claws and their teeth much less sharp.

You tilted your head at them though, “You guys kept your patterns?” You noted. The black markings were only a light purple now but still covered their arms and necks, their faces the only things they had cleared of patterns. (Like how Jinu looked when Gwi Ma summoned him after the bathhouse fight).

The boys simply smiled, “We couldn’t let you and your sister have all the fun,” Jinu smirked cheekily.

Your heart warmed and you blushed, wanting to coo over the sweet gesture. You stepped towards them, raising your hands to cradle Jum and Hyeon’s faces as the five boys gravitated towards you. “I love you boys. So much.”

The boys’ eyes teared up, their emotions crashing through them leaving them feeling too much all at once. You had died. And they thought you weren’t coming back. You are their hope, their guiding light. So they had followed you.

And now you were all here again, with them. And the Honmoon had been sealed. They hadn’t planned for that.

They were in the human world for good now. There would be no more second chances for them, this was officially it. So, for you, they would do their best to choose better. They had no doubts that you would accept them, flaws and all. But you deserved better than they were.

The six of you would need time. The things you all did, for each other and for themselves were things that they couldn’t just forget or accept as part of themselves just yet. Maybe that was why you all retained so many demonic features.

However, for now? They clutched you tight, wrapping you in their arms as they clutched at whatever part of you they could reach. They closed their eyes as tears dripped down cheeks, leaning their heads against yours as they felt your warmth, breathed in your scent, swallowed back their fading grief.

“Please don’t leave us again…”

The six of you stood together for a long moment, basking in each other’s presence to reassure each of you that you were all there and all alive.

Rumi stepped forward and the boys tensed around you, still weary of the Hunters. You moved to stand in front of them, a barrier between your sister and the boys. Rumi ignored them though, taking your hands in hers, “(Y/n), I’m so sorry for how I treated you. Nothing I say could ever make up for what I did, the lack of appreciation I’ve shown you in the past few years… But I hope you can forgive me someday and we can rebuild our relationship.”

Mira and Zoey joined, adding their hands on top of yours to make it a little huddle as they rested their free hands on your shoulders. “I’m sorry I didn’t listen to what you had to say, (Y/n). You’ve always listened to me and I should’ve done the same,” Zoey added softly.

“And I’m sorry for calling you a traitor and… saying we’d kill you…” Mira added slowly, looking down in shame and guilt. “I should’ve heard you out and accepted you like you’ve always done for me…”

You smiled gently, cursing internally at your watering eyes. “Thanks girls…” Your smile fell into a small frown as you looked at your joined hands. “I don’t know if I can forgive you three yet, and I’ll definitely never forget, but I do love you guys and want to rebuild our relationships.”

The girls smiled sadly but they accepted your words easily. Whatever you needed. The four of you would have to talk more, there was still the conversation of how you and Rumi had kept your patterns hidden hanging over them. But that could be another time.

“So…” Jinu broke up the tender moment. “Can we stay the night?” He gestured to the other boys and himself.

The girls blanched. “Uhm. No.” Mira refused bluntly.

“Come on,” Kwan groaned, crossing his arms with a frown, “You’re not the only ones who lost (Y/n) when she…”

“Yeah,” Chungae swooped in, covering up how Kwan trailed off. “We were asking more out of courtesy than anything.”

Mira growled, the two fellow pinkettes grating on her nerves. But Zoey, ever the chipper girl, gasped excitedly as she had a realization, “We can have a sleepover! We can all sleep out here and order food and eat a bunch of junk food and get to know each other!”

And that was how you ended up at a sleepover with your five demon… boyfriends? Well, no one really wanted to leave your side that day.

Or any of the days that followed.

~~~

After that, the girls and the guys had gotten at least… a little more comfortable with each other.

It got better when the boys helped the four of you find the returning souls of the fans. They would just appear in different places around the city, lost and confused, having no memories of what had happened to them or how much time had passed.

During your sleepover, the nine of you had brainstormed and made a statement that you had a health scare which raised tension within Huntr/x, especially since you had wanted to debut as a solo performer, but the boys had supported you even through the health scare. This statement would explain to fans why the pallor of your skin had shifted just a little and also mention how you and Rumi had been born with birth defects that you both had tried hard to hide up till now.

The fans were supportive, glad that the group was taking a hiatus to rest and recover. A lot of fanart of you and Rumi with your patterns and supportive captions filled social media. The fans were especially giddy when the Saja Boys had explained when asked by a fan that they had gotten tattoos in support of their girlfriend, making it official. More fanart came after that.

After the girls and you had talked it out, it seemed like Rumi, Zoey, and Mira were much closer. It was only a matter of time in your opinion, until the three became Polytr/x. The boys agreed with you.

“Couch, couch, couch!” The four of you chanted as you left the bathhouse.

“(Y/n), are you sleeping at the tower tonight?” Rumi asked you.

“Mira’s cooking tonight!” Zoey cheered.

“I’m gonna burn your taste buds off,” Mira smirked proudly. There was a reason people called her the ‘Spice Queen.’ After what happened and you spending more time out of the tower, the girls had started trying their hands at cooking and taking up more chores.

You chuckled, “Sorry girls, I told the boys we could have a movie night. I’ve kinda gotten them hooked on Disney and Ghibli movies…”

Mira snickered, “Good. Don’t be too surprised if I pop in tonight. Gotta get my revenge on Chungae and Kwan,” she punched her hand, the fire of competitive determination flaring in her eyes.

Yeah… Chungae, Kwan, and Mira were having some kind of competition every other day it seemed. Lately, they had taken to surprise Nerf attacks, gaining and losing points based on successful hits assassin style. Last weekend, Jum had joined their spicy food contest and trumped all three of them smugly.

Zoey and Hyeon got along surprisingly well when her fangirling over him had died quickly. You would often see Zoey rambling excitedly as Hyeon nodded along, a small smile on his lips as the younger girl painted his nails.

And Jinu and Rumi acted like the siblings that neither ever wished for. After Jinu apologized and the two talked it out, the two went back to building their friendship. Jinu found amusement in poking at Rumi’s buttons, the two often bickering or debating over little things. But they also often had deep talks or talked about music ideas.

You didn’t wanna think about the shovel talk the girls gave to your boys… You weren’t supposed to overhear, but you were trying your hand at baking in the kitchen and the girls didn’t really know how to be very discreet…

“Oh!” Zoey gasped in remembrance, shaking your arm excitedly, “We gotta work on that collaboration song soon! I have so. Many. Ideas!”

Oh yeah. You had also decided to debut as a solo artist after the whole ‘Your Idol’ fiasco. Fans had accepted the ‘Your Idol’ x ‘What It Sounds Like’ concert as just another show, but had started flooding the internet with theories of who the female singer with the Saja Boys had been. Since you were under dim, red lighting and in demon form, no one had been able to recognize you—although there were some theories that it was you.

Even after those events, it wasn’t hard for you to realize that you wanted to keep performing—keep singing and dancing on stage. Both Huntr/x and the Saja Boys had offered for you to join their groups, almost fighting each other for the right to have you, but you ultimately decided to be a solo artist. You felt like if you had joined either of the groups, you would fall into old habits and become too passive. But you had accepted Bobby’s offer on being your manager since you two had worked together for so long.

Bobby still grumbled about how the Saja Boys didn’t have a manager or anything yet but was satisfied when they had signed under the company so they had access to the billions worth of resources.

You chuckled, nodding, “Yeah, I’ve got a lot of ideas to share too.” You kinda blinked when you realized Zoey was wearing an oversized yellow hoodie with Derpy the Tiger’s face on it. ‘Where had she gotten that…? Was Jinu making Derpy merch…?’

The four of you stopped when you noticed four girls in Huntr/x merch meeting up just up ahead. “Aw, look at them. They’re so cute.”

“You know, I feel like we got a nice little break,” Rumi mused with a smile.

“Yeah, I definitely feel recharged,” Mira agreed easily, crossing her arms.

“Me too. I thought I wanted couch, but I think couch can wait,” Zoey leant on Rumi’s arm. “(Y/n)?”

You smiled, “I got time ‘till the boys will start feeling withdrawal,” You shrugged.

Together, the four of you walked over, “Hi everyone!” Rumi called, the four of you waving at the shocked girls. You weren’t surprised when you kind of fell to the wayside of things as the girls started gushing over Rumi, Zoey, and Mira.

You were surprised when one of the girls turned to you, “And (Y/n) too! There’s rumors going around that you’re gonna debut as a solo artist soon! I just finished a drawing of you and the Saja Boys, would you please sign it?”

You blinked. You had never been asked to sign something unless it was paperwork. You were shaken from your thoughts by an arm resting on your shoulders. You looked up to see it was Kwan, “Wouldn’t you like to have the full set?”

“Guys? What’re you doing here?” You asked curiously with a fond smile.

Arms wrapped around your waist from behind, a nose pressed to the crook of your neck, “Missed you,” Hyeon murmured simply.

“I’ve only been gone a few hours,” You jokingly rolled your eyes. You rested your hands over his, leaning back against him affectionately.

“Even a few minutes away from you is too much, darling,” Chungae smirked at his smooth line while you shook your head at his antics.

“A few seconds is more like it,” Kwan pouted dramatically.

“You’ll let me choose the movie tonight, right, beautiful?” Jum tugged on your sleeve to get your attention.

“You and Chungae picked ‘Howl’s Moving Castle’ last time, Jum, let someone else pick,” Jinu chided the maknae with a little smirk, smiling at you fondly. He turned to look at the girl who looked like she was about to erupt, shaking with excitement and a huge grin on her face, “Is it alright if we signed your drawing too?”

“Of course!”

Yeah, there were still things you needed to do. Therapy being one of them. But for now, you were safe, loved, and comfortable. You were happy.

A/N: Yeah, so the mc and the Saja Boys don’t kiss or anything here, that’ll be in the parts I write later because it just didn’t feel right…?

Go read the Celine Confrontation!

Outtakes:

*During Part 6*

The Saja Boys, Huntr/x, everyone: *Battle ready* “We are going to protect/save (Y/n)!

You: “I’m going to hold your hand when I tell you this…”

(This one was by @ph1lo-s0ph1a and I thought it was great!)

…

*Inside the Sword*

You: *Looking around at the rainbow glow, sparkles, and constellations floating around you* “…Am I high…?”

The Saja Boys: *Somewhere* “(Y/N)!? WHERE ARE YOU?!”

Mystery: *sobbing*

Abby: *trying to swat sparkles out of his face so he can find you*

Jinu: *Habitually trying to summon Derpy and Sussie to search for you*

Baby: *squinting from the too bright rainbow glows* “I can’t see her…”

Romance: *Using the stars to spell out your name to try and signal you, sobbing* “(Y/n)…”

…

*Back during Part 3*

The Saja Boys: *Trying to decide who gets to spend time with you in what order* “Okay… Rock Paper Scissors!” “Ah, NO!” “Betrayed!” “Damn.” “Hehehe!”

…

You: *Looking at Rumi, Mira, and Zoey seriously* “Look. Rumi is my twin sister. But you two are also sisters to me.”

Mira and Zoey: *touched and teary eyed* “Awww…”

You: “Therefore. If any of you hurts one another, I will, objectively, have to kill all of you in the most gruesome way I can manage—which is a lot because I have five demon boyfriends and my own demonic abilities now.”

Polytr/x: *grimacing* “Oh, yeesh…”

…

Romance: “(Y/n) will you be the Sophie to my Howl?”

You: “I don’t know, are you gonna get me a flying castle and a talking fire demon?”

Romance: *Getting Gwi Ma flashbacks* “Uhmmmm…”

…

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[dgaftilwedie]

don't think i've done this talking about nam but that time is now YAY 😽 you guys know i can't stop yapping about him

i thought he was an asshole in the best way. i really liked his interactions with other characters and they way he'd instigate things. he's such a fun character to watch in action but i also saw a lot of myself in him. the borderline codependency, the clinginess - he's very similar to me in a lot of ways and i latched onto him immediately.

i think it's easier to talk about why i DON'T like him... the hair, the tattoos, the attitude... i dunno!! im so drawn to him i can't choose like, one thing. no wait i lied maybe the fact that he's so clingy... yeah... i'll go with that :3

the fact that he's lowkey just a little bit of a misogynist but i can play that off with headcanons and the fact that i am unbelievably turned on by him calling semi a whore <3 (that should be me)

i would put him in real life... no but in all serious, i've been thinking about either writing a thagyu bathroom trap ship or designing my own saw trap for namgyu...

hm... scaremonger by chiodos, it's the only song i have in my namgyu playlist so far

already mentioned it above oopsies... I CAN KEEP TALKING THO one thing i noticed about gyu is that he has very cat-like traits and a very cat-like appearance (which i also latched onto because me too...)

especially in fics, but i LOVE soft namgyu. he's not a great person but i truly believe that at his core, he's a broken man who yearns for love and affection by somebody who won't abandon him. i love when people break him down to his innermost self and show that outside of his cruelty and selfishness, he just wants to be taken care of.

this is kind of the exact opposite of what i just said but i HATE abusive cheater evil boyfriend namgyu. HATE IT. HATEEEEE it.

ABSOLUTELY

PROBABLY

OH MY GOD YES i could fix him i think... help him get better, be the kind of person he needs in his life yknow...

I HAVE SO MANY im like a headcanon encyclopedia for nam :3 one of my favorites is that he's an artist. he's really good at drawing. however, he has so much internalized misogyny that he keeps it a secret. he feels like it's a weirdly feminine thing to do (even though it literally isn't) but he loves coming home from a long day at the club and drawing whatever comes to his mind. another headcanon of mine is that he designed most of his tattoos :3 the only thing he didn't choose was the colors, he let his artist take care of that

I JUST KNOW HE'D USE ALL OF THE CAT EMOJIS... either that or the skull emoji, it's definitely his most used

HEAR ME OUT, numetal namgyu... i have a vision ok... the baggy clothes, the guyliner, the piercings, the chunky shoes... the only thing i can't see him doing is cutting his short and spiking it

CATSHIPPING !!!!!!!!!!!!! and then thagyu ofc :3 (sorry me and namgyu are canon in my heart)

I. HATE. NAMGGI. did i think it was incredibly hot to see them go on that killing spree together? yes. would i let them both hit at the same time? absolutely. do i ship them? FUCKKKKKKK NO. i hate myunggi with all of my heart. they'd be so toxic, i don't think myunggi even liked namgyu during the 20 some odd minutes they were paired up together.

i get namgyu x minsu? it's ok :3 i can be fun sometimes, i just don't seek it out

i love thagyu ok. even platonic thagyu....... idgaf!!!!! reminds me so much of me and my bff we are them for real

have. i. mentioned. myunggi. yet.

THANOS DUHHHHHH

i love making namgyu soft and sappy... if im writing a namgyu fic, it's either going to be like. hurt/comfort or smut

i think i already mentioned it but again, love good bf!gyu, hate bad bf!gyu

im gonna attach it at the bottom because it messes up the flow of the numbers :P

adam stanheight and jesse pinkman... WORST TRIO EVER!!!!! i kinda wanna write a fic where they interact but i have no idea for a premise

"oh my god i need that twink" to "oh my god I NEED. THAT TWINK." LMFAOAOAOA i've always loved namgyu... i was attached from the moment i was introduced to him

ok first of all, the scene in season two where he bites his lip and hits the blue button? his whining in season three???? GOOD LORD. GREAT HEAVENS. NAMGYU. NAMGYU HAVE MERCY

he's so purple...

LMFAO ACTUALLY FUNNY STORY i literally wrote a fic where namgyu and hoffman met... my two f/os of all time...

hm... ok first off all STOP USING HEROIN that is a good place to start i think!!

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19. How about a relationship they have in canon that you don't like?

20. Which other character is the ideal best friend for this character, the amount of screentime they share doesn't matter?

21. If you're a fic writer and have written for this character, what's your favorite thing to do when you're writing for this character? What's something you don't like?

22. If you're a fic reader, what's something you like in fics when it comes to ths character? Something you don't like?

23. Favorite picture of this character?

24. What other character from another fandom of yours that reminds you of them?

25. What was your first impression of this character? How about now?

26. What's something the character has done you can't get over? Be it something funny, bad, good, serious, whatever?

27. What is a color or colors that you think of when you think of this character, be it their canon color(s) or not?

28. If you could have this character meet another in another media, who would you have them meet?

29. Could you live as this character, would you? If not, what would you change so that you could?

30. FREEBIE QUESTION!!

[sparklingchim]

game on 05 | jjk

pairing: jungkook x oc

word count: 2.9k

tropes: footballer!jungkook, fake dating, f2l

rating: pg

warning: jk flexing his abs (he is just a man😔), sleeping in one bed, mentions of oc flashing her boobs in the past (rumour created by jk), they compare their abs..😭, cuddles <3, their parents adore them <3,

summary: the hardest part so far: lying to your parents. a close second: squeezing into jungkook's tiny twin bed with his big body taking up too much space.

a/n: finished this up listening to new lorde n eating pizza at 4am oh how i love life !!!!!

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The thing about fake dating is that it works great until you’re sitting across from both your mothers and your dad at your not-boyfriend’s family dinner table, and suddenly everyone’s looking at you like you’ve already picked out wedding venues.

Jungkook had the audacity to look normal. You were barely holding it together, one fake smile and suspiciously warm face at a time.

“I didn’t realise you two were so close these days,” Jungkook’s mum says, smiling sweetly. “I was so happy when I saw the news, but also a little hurt that I had to find out through the internet and not from my own son.” Her gaze slides pointedly to Jungkook, giving him a scolding look. “I’ve been hearing all kinds of things about you through the internet.”

Oh no. Once mums start scolding you for one thing, they bring up every mistake you’ve ever made too. One thing turns into five, and suddenly you’re being reminded of stuff you did when you were a child.

But obviously, Jungkook’s used to this – sitting in the hot seat while his mum lectures him. He doesn’t even flinch anymore. Just lets the scolding roll off and ignores the jabs.

“We’ve been spending a lot of time together lately,” he retorts, voice smooth, hand resting on the back of your chair like it belonges there. It didn’t. But now it does. Kinda? “It just kind of… happened. And it felt right.”

You are going to die here. Choke on your food and perish.

“___ didn’t say anything either,“ your dad pipes up, immediately throwing you under the bus.

“She has a lot on her plate,” your mum cuts in, quick to defend you. “At least she always makes time to call. And she visits when she can.”

Jungkook’s mum gives her son another pointed glare before her face softens as she turns to you. Her tone shifts completely, warm and doting. “How’s university, sweetheart? You’re not running yourself into the ground, are you?”

You sit up a little straighter under the attention, managing a small smile. “Ah, there’s always a lot to do. But it’s not too much.”

She nods approvingly, already scooping more rice into your bowl before you can protest. “Good. You always were such a hardworking girl. Just don’t forget to take care of yourself too, hmm?”

“And you’re joining Jungkook for the world cup?” your dad asks. “You sure it won’t be too stressful with university and everything?”

“It’s just a few weeks,” you say, trying to sound more chill than you feel. “My exams are still far away anyway, I’ll manage. Most of the work I can keep up with online.”

“The only thing I’m really worried about is the flight,” you admit, voice dipping slightly. “Being up in the air for that long kind of freaks me out.”

“Don’t worry about that,” Jungkook says. “It’s really not that bad. We’ll probably sleep the whole plane ride anyway.”

“Our Jungkook will make sure to take care of you,” his mum chimes in, beaming with full maternal confidence. “Right? You’ll look after her properly – make sure she feels safe and comfortable. Especially because she’s willing to keep up with her studies while traveling, which is very responsible.”

You nod, cheeks heating. Her approval has always felt… different. Kinder. She’s not your mum. She doesn’t have to think the world of you, but she always has. She’s been rooting for you since the days you and Jungkook used to sit cross-legged on the living room floor doing homework together.

“Of course,” Jungkook says easily. His voice is light, when he glances over at you, his eyes are all doe-like and shiny, crinkling at the corners the way they only do when he’s being extra sincere. “I always try to take care of her.”

And then, ever so casually, his hand reaches up to rest lightly on your shoulder. His fingers brush your shoulder for a second, barely there, but enough to make you feel it everywhere.

Your lips twitch with the start of a smile you’re trying hard to hide. You shyly look away.

“I wish your dad could see you two like this,” his mum says with a fond smile. She tilts her head, gaze softening even more with pure endearment. “Such a shame he had to work this evening.”

All three of you look at Jungkook and you with adoring eyes. This is probably all they’ve hoped your entire lives long.

You swallow a little harder than usual.

“I’m so glad you two found each other.” Your dad gives you an approving smile. “You’ve always looked after each other. Even as little kids.”

“Finally ___ could bring some sense into Jungkook’s life,” his mum says. “I didn’t like your behaviour at all, Jungkook.” She directly speaks to him. “It’s time to stop behaving like a young boy, hm? Stop acting reckless. You’ve got someone beside you now.”

Jungkook blinks. He probably thought the scolding was over. “Mum...”

You have to stifle your giggles. If his dad were here, the conversation would’ve already derailed into football tactics and match predictions, with your dad chiming in too. But in his absence, Jungkook’s mum is fully in charge and she’s on a roll.

“He’s been good,” you add quickly, defending him. “He’s a very good boyfriend.”

You can feel Jungkook’s stare burning into the side of your face, but you refuse to look at him. One glance and you might start laughing or fumbling your words or blushing or whatever.

You don’t say anything else. But you think he knows.

~

Somehow, Jungkook’s mum managed to trick you both into staying the night.

She started with a sweet suggestion – “Why don’t you sleep here and have breakfast with us in the morning? Jungkook’s dad will be home then too!”

Without much resistance (none), you found yourself smiling and nodding along. Because who says no to Jungkook’s mum?

This is not a regular sleepover, though. This is not popcorn and movies and matching pyjama sets. This is sharing a bed that is definitely not made for two people, in a room that still has posters of football players from 2010.

You’ve been offered one of Jungkook’s old high school football jerseys, which hangs halfway to your knees, and a pair of smallish athletic shorts you had to tie tight around your waist to keep them from slipping – both a little ridiculous, both weirdly comforting.

But even with his clothes on your body, you’ve been granted no special privileges.

Your regular resident monster is hogging the bed.

Jungkook’s broad shoulders stretch close to the edge, and his strong arms don’t exactly make it easy for you to claim your side.

And you’re just. Lying there. Eyes wide open.

Fake dating, they said. It’ll be fun, they said.

“I don’t think I could ever get married,” you blurt out.

“What? Why?” he asks, clearly startled. “You’re too much of a lover girl to be saying shit like that.” You feel him shift slightly, looking over at you.

“Sleeping next to a man for the rest of my life? Doesn’t sound appealing to me.”

“You don’t wanna to spend every waking moment with the love of your life?”

“I want to, but.” You meet his gaze. “What if he snores like you?”

He scoffs. “Rude.”

“It’s a real concern.”

“Your love would be big enough to drown out the snoring?” He fully turns on his side, moving the mattress and making you pray he won’t accidentally push you off.

“That’s your argument?”

“I’m just saying,” he shrugs. “I think if you love someone enough, you’d stop noticing the noise. Maybe even become comforting.”

“That’s… actually kind of cute.” You let out a dramatic sigh. “Okay, maybe I’m not writing off marriage completely.”

“I’m always changing lives.”

“All you did was defend snoring.”

“And love,” he says, pointing at himself. “Don’t forget love.”

You roll your eyes, but your cheeks feel a little warm. His face is close now, his hair a soft mess and his expression sleepy but somehow still handsome. You shift just a bit to make space.

“You can come closer,” Jungkook says, pulling you to him by your waist.

“I’ll just sleep on the couch.”

Jungkook grabs your arm before you can even try to get out of bed.

“No. Imagine my mum catching you in the living room in the morning.”

“I’ll say your snoring bothered me,” you say. “Which would not be a total lie.”

You’re concerned about not being able to fall asleep with his snoring in your ear and the very real possibility of him accidentally pushing you off the bed. The couch sounds like a dream compared to this.

“I’ll be quiet,” Jungkook promises. “But mum would immediately assume we had a fight if she catches one of us on the couch.” He sighs. “Would make us wash dishes side by side like back when we were kids and had a fight.”

“I’m so good at washing dishes now, though,” you say. “I’m thankful for her bonding strategy, honestly.”

“You’re weird for enjoying cleaning up.”

“But it’s so therapeutic!” you defend. “It’s just me, my dishcloth, and a good audiobook. I love it.”

“You’re, like, every mothers dream daughter-in-law.”

Your eyelashes flutter in a tentative, shy way. “You think so?”

Jungkook sniffs a laugh at your reaction. “Studying medicine seals half the deal already.”

“Remember when you had that injury from football in the first year of high school, and your mum called me right after you got back from the hospital to check if the doctors knew what they were doing?”

Jungkook groans at the memory. “She kept bugging me to send you photos of my meds so you could double-check if they prescribed the right thing,” he says. “Like, just because you wanted to be a doctor back then didn’t mean you actually knew anything.”

“She’s cute.”

“She’s overprotective.”

“She cares about her baby,” you retort, voice a little high-pitched as you squish his cheeks together with your hand.

“You know, I was just thinking how I strive to be more like you, but I rest my case.” His hand clutches your wrist. “I don’t want to be someone who does stuff like this.”

“Too tired to be silly?” You let go of his face, dropping your hand on his chest.

“Too much food,” he sighs dramatically, giving his tummy a few taps.

You frown. “There’s no food baby.”

Jungkook lifts his shirt, showing off the rippled lines across his abdomen. “Just pretty abs.”

“I have those too, you know.” You tug Jungkook’s jersey up a few inches, just enough to reveal the soft skin of your belly. “They’re just hiding.” The jersey pools around your ribs, the fabric bunching slightly in your hands.

He chuckles. Then with a grin, he reaches over and gently pokes your tummy, making you flinch.

“They shy?” he says, amused. “Gotta coax them out?”

“They’re waiting for me to pick up my Pilates classes again.” You tug the jersey down again. “I've had a defined tummy for a bit, but I'm just too lazy when it comes to working out. I have zero discipline in that regard.”

Because why would you willingly choose moving your body when you could use your free time to curl up in bed and sleep?

“Lets work out in the gym together,” he proposes. “I'll motivate you.”

“Why do you always try to get me to work out with you?”

“So we can spend more time together?”

“We’re about to spend plenty of time together.”

“It’s gonna give class trip vibes,” he beams. “So excited to be there with the boys and you.”

You’re excited too. You’ve never left the country before, and the idea of going abroad feels surreal, but you wish the circumstances were different. Is pretending going to be easy with so many eyes on you?

You pout a little at the thought, kicking off the sheets as warmth starts spreading across your body.

Jungkook frees himself from the sheets too. “It’s hot,” he mutters.

“Your room’s too tiny for two people in summer.”

Jungkook sits up just enough for his arm to bump into yours. You let out a little grumpy noise.

“Jungkook,” you huff, giving him a lazy shove. “Personal space.”

Only then do you realise he’s pulling his t-shirt over his head, the fabric dragging slowly up his torso before he chucks it somewhere into the abyss that is his floor. It’s dark, but not dark enough. Your eyes still catch on the muscles of his back, the dip of his waist, the way his shoulder blades shift with the motion.

“Personal space doesn’t exist on this bed.” His voice is a bit low, probably the sleepiness seeping through, but coupled with him slowly dragging his hand through his hair it makes it feel like more than just tiredness.

Your eyes flick to the stretch of his arm, the shift in his shoulders. It’s mildly offensive how effortlessly good he looks. Maybe even a bit annoying.

“Why are you getting naked?”

Jungkook laughs and looks down at you. “I usually never wear this much to bed.”

“You can take your sweatpants off too,” you say. “I don’t mind.”

Jungkook tilts his head. His hair falling over his forehead in little strands. “You trying to get me naked?”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“I don’t want to be the only one getting naked,” he shamelessly tosses out.

This absolute freak. Jungkook has to tease you every 5 minutes or else he’ll spontaneously combust.

“This is not 10th grade truth or dare strip version,” you reply, unfazed. But then the memory hits you like a brick. “Oh my god, remember that school trip? When we all snuck into Jimin’s room and someone asked you a relatively tame question, and you took your shirt off for no reason, but everyone knew you just wanted to show off?” You shove his shoulder playfully, remembering his silly antics from high school. “You literally just wanted to flex in front of Hyejin.”

Jungkook sighs dreamily at the memory as he gets comfy on the bed. “Ah, teenage hormones and desperation. Simpler times.”

“I bet you’d do the same thing right now if you had a crush.”

He turns his head on the pillow to face you, smile soft and cheeky. A quiet dimple tucks into his cheek.

“Shirt’s off already.” He raises an eyebrow and lets his gaze flick very obviously from your eyes to your mouth and back.

“Ugh,” you grumble, closing your eyes for a second. “How am I going to tolerate you for two whole weeks during the world cup?”

“Just the way you ignored me during the game when Taehyung dared you to kiss someone, and you refused my offer to just kiss me so you wouldn’t have to take off your clothes?”

You immediately cover your face with your hands. “Don’t remind me.”

“That was the highlight of the night. Taehyung knew you wouldn’t do the dare. Just wanted you to take off your shirt.”

“You said ‘if you’re too nervous I’ll volunteer’.”

“I was giving you a way out! I knew you weren’t gonna kiss any of those douchebags.”

“You said it in front of like ten people, Jungkook. What was I supposed to do, make out with you in the middle of the circle?” You shake your head in disbelief. “Do you think Taehyung thinks of us sometimes?” you ask, curiosity tugging at your words.

“Nah, he’s too busy with his influencer friends now.” He rolls his eyes as he says it.

Taehyung was such a good friend until high school ended, and everyone’s lives drifted apart. He stopped showing up to hangouts and stopped texting.

“Anyway, my offer would’ve saved you flashing your tits at everyone.”

You sit up, glaring at him. “I was not flashing my tits at everyone. I had a bra on!”

He was the one flashing his tits.

“Well then, flashing your cute bra at everyone,” he corrects. He’s got one hand behind his head, looking at you through amused eyes.

You think for a second. “I don’t remember what bra I was wearing.”

“A white one. It had little cherries all over and a little bow in the middle.”

“That one!” you perk up. You click your tongue mournfully. “Grew out of it though.”

Jungkook hums thoughtfully. His gaze drops down to your chest – though there’s really nothing to see, not with you absolutely drowning in his old jersey. Still, his eyes linger with a soft kind of amusement.

“We could buy a new one?”

“No, some things are better left as good memories.”

Without a word, Jungkook wraps an arm around you and gently tugs you down onto his chest. You let yourself go easily, curling into his side, and resting your head on his chest.

“Then I hope you’ll always think of that bra fondly.” His fingers brush absentmindedly along your spine.

You giggle. “Thank you, silly.”

When you start to shift back to your ridiculously tiny sliver of the bed – because someone (the bicep exhibit to your right) is taking up eighty percent of the mattress – Jungkook presses a gentle hand to the small of your back, stopping you.

“You can stay.”

“But I drool.”

“That’s okay. I snore.”

You consider it for a moment. “Fair trade.”

Jungkook chuckles as you settle again, placing your head right back on his chest. His hand stays where it is, comfortable and still.

You wake up multiple times that night.

Each time, you try to inch further toward the edge of the bed, desperate to escape the relentless, blaring noise of Jungkook’s snoring.

But every single time, he reaches for you in his sleep. An arm looping around your waist, a hand tugging you back in.

You stop fighting, eventually. Let the (annoying) noise carry you through the night while you’re half-draped over Jungkook’s chest, face smushed into warm skin, drooling peacefully.

[desvyn]

THREE'S A PROBLEM - EPISODE 01 | MODERN PODCAST!AU

SUMMARY: Three friends. Three mics. Zero self-control. Three’s a Problem is a modern podcast-style fic series following you, Gojo Satoru, and Geto Suguru as you host the most unhinged, low-budget, cult-favorite podcast on the internet. Every episode? A dangerous mix of oversharing, underthinking, and tension thick enough to go viral. From red flags and hookup horror stories to unsolicited thirst tweets, trauma-dumping in real time, and maybe-sorta falling in love on mic — it’s less of a podcast, more of a slow descent into situationship hell. You’re definitely not sleeping with your co-hosts. Probably. Maybe. Shut up.

CONTENT WARNING: 18+ jokes mdni, Crack fic, horny stuff, flirting, podcast style fic, sharing stories, and basically just you and them goofing

PAIRING: Gojo satoru x reader x Geto suguru

WC: 1.5k

A/N: I don't know how i'm gonna do this (ts is before writing the fic) but lets see. also since theres gonna be a lot of dialogue and people interrupting people i'll put the character name before the dialogue. NOT EDITED, i didn't have enough time to read through ts

EP01: “He Said WHAT After Head?”

Many asked you guys what the thought process behind this was but the reality is, there were no thoughts. It just kinda happened one day. 

It was you who brought up the idea of starting a podcast and gojo who was sprawled across your bed and geto who was too focused on the xbox turned towards you and nodded. 

Now here you are in one of gojo’s spare rooms in his penthouse, setting the place up. Full length windows surrounded nearly half the room. In the middle was a sofa and on either sides of it were 2 other sofas. In between them, an average sized circle table that held 3 mics and glasses of water stood. 

The room was set up very nicely, some dim neon lights, purple and blue with a gradient neon sign in the background that had “three’s a problem” written on it in cursive with the podcast logo on it. A couch. Yeah. don’t ask who’s idea that was. 

geto brought in 3 redbulls and set them up on the table for each one of you and plopped down on one of the couches. 

You’re seated in the middle, a pair of oversized headphones around your neck, lip gloss shining, sipping redbull while geto reiterates to gojo he can’t say anything that’ll get them cancelled or demonetized. 

To your left: Gojo Satoru — shirt half-unbuttoned, rings clinking against his mic, sunglasses on inside because "branding."

To your right: Geto Suguru — wearing black, calm as ever, arms crossed, with a look that screams “I’d rather die than be here” even though he showed up early and brought snacks.

The camera crew consist of ijichi who deals with the multiple cameras andshoko who is the editor and is also the director. She said she was willing to do that as long as she got some cut of the cash. She also brought 2 ring lights cause apparently the “lighting in this room sucks ass” 

The red “ON AIR” light flicks on. Gojo, geto and you get into role. 

“Welcome back people to Three’s a Problem, the podcast where we talk love, lust, and the psychological damage caused by people who say ‘im doing it, r u?’ unironically.”

“Back? Back from what?” geto interrupts your very well prepared intro. “Oh shit, you’re right. Lets redo that” you said to no one while the cameras kept rolling. 

“Welcome to the very first episode of Three’s a problem. A podcast with 3 extremely funny and sexy people who are your hosts. This is a very fresh and chill podcast where we talk about a whole lot of stuff, from trauma, heart break, horror to downbad people on twitter who just ruined their chances of getting into college. Let’s begin the first segment then, shall we?” 

You lean into the mic, smirking. Gojo immediately follows with a loud sip of his drink.

“And we’re three episodes from a restraining order.”

“Brother, we just started?” geto says, quirking a brow 

“Exactly.” You shoot him a look. He grins. That kind of grin that makes people fall in love and regret it.

The intro rolled along. 

“Today’s topic: post-nut dialogue. Aka, the wildest, dumbest, most unhinged thing someone’s ever said to you right after they came.”

Geto exhales through his nose. Gojo adjusts his mic, already vibrating with excitement.

Gojo: “can i start?” 

Geto: “no”

You: “yes” 

He leans forward, pushing his sunglasses up onto his forehead. “Alright alright, so picture this, you just finished, laying on the bed, sweaty, out of breath, whatever. That’s me, I’m feeling like a god, obviously, and this girl, I swear to you, she sits up, slaps my thigh, and says ‘good work there, champ’ and then she got up and started getting dressed li—” gojo’s interrupted by geto laughing into his arm 

“Wait wait, so she says good word champ, calls it a day and leaves?” 

“BRO YES, im saying like whatthefuck? Cause i thought it was bouta be some sexy aftercare or you know some sensual talk but no, she acted like a coach at a soccer game after a kid scores” 

You’re covering your face trying not to laugh. 

“Okok, what the fuck satoru, did you hook up with a soccer mom or what”

“I did NOT!” 

Geto: “Yeah we believe that. Totally.” 

You: “alright ladies, back on topic, my turn”  You twirl your mic cord around your fingers, eyes narrowing.

“So basically, i gave a guy head and literally right after i swallo–”

“Ew dude you swallowed?” gojo interrupted, taking a sip of his redbull, making a disgusted face. geto just scoffed. 

“Yeah i did, shut up” you rolled your eyes “so i swallowed and literally right after, this man goes, ‘do you want cereal?’ Not like… the next morning. I mean immediately after. Didn’t even pull his pants back up.”

Gojo: “the million dollar question is.. What cereal?” 

Geto: “Cinnamon Toast Crunch. Has to be.”

Gojo: “fuck offff bro! Im saying lucky charms, those are goated” 

Geto: “hell fucking no? Lucky charms? What’re you, 5?” 

Gojo: “oh so a grown man can’t enjoy some colourful cereal–”

You: “guys, lets forget the cereal, lemme tell you what he said. He said, ‘i don’t have milk, is water okay?’”

Gojo: “Y/N! THATS A SERIAL KILLER”

You quirked a brow “pun intended?” 

Gojo: “NO!” 

Geto: “oh nahhh please tell me you ran away” 

You: “so you see… i only ate the cereal dry. It was cornflakes. He said and i quote, again ‘you like flakes’ how could i say no to that?” 

Geto: “by saying no, bitch, the fuck? I can’t with you” geto groaned, rubbing his temple. Gojo and his dramatic ass on the other hand had his head thrown back, acting like he was crying, wiping his tears. 

“Okay dramatic fuckers, it’s geto’s turn now” you giggled, face him. geto just sighed, running a hand through his hair. 

“You know… i don’t really have any weird stories like that”

“Uh-huh, stop tryna dodge it motherfucker” gojo says pointing at geto like it’d make him continue

“Not weird but once i hooked up with a girl and after i finished she grabbed me and was like ‘can i take some pics of your dick, i’d love to post it on my only fans’ and so a word of advice, don’t hook up, period.” 

Gojo: “OH GET THE FUCK OUT! Did you do it?” 

Geto: “what the f- no man, obviously i didn’t” geto looked at him like he didn’t know who gojo was. You were sat their slurping your drink, staring at geto with raised brows 

You: “yeah we all know you’re packing a horse down there” 

Geto: “a horse–” 

Gojo: “yeah so am i, y/n, wanna see?”

You: “no.” 

Geto: “that wasn’t emotional damage, that wasn’t a critical hit, that was a finisher.”

“Nah cause you know what this made me think of, the other day i saw on TLC, an Only fans mom who makes her son take the pictures for her” gojo interrupted 

“OH EWW DUDE WHAT?” you gasped, staring at him with wide eyes “you’re lying” 

“Someone needs to lock that mom up” geto said, verbally laughing. 

“No cause the thing is, the son, obviously legal age, is willingly doing that and i find that fucking insane”  gojo said, before looking over at you. 

“Ya know, y/n, if you were an of model, i’d be your video maker anything” 

“Alright that’s enough” 

Geto: “i heavily think, out of us 3, satoru would be the only one who’d start an only fans”

Gojo: “would you take pics for me” 

Geto: “don’t piss me off” 

You: “wow, this is sensational” 

Gojo: “so fucking fake, i’d do it for you” 

Geto: “yeah and i’m not surprised, weirdo” he scoffs, adjusting the mic 

Gojo: “so you wouldn’t edit my nudes” 

Geto: “i would rather watch a nuclear bomb explode in front of me and blind me” 

Geto: “plus, you can just set up a tripod and set a timer, dumbass” 

Gojo: “i’ll show you my trip–”

“ALRIGHTY THEN! That’s all for todays episode of three’s a problem, join us on sunday for the next one. Hopefully that was a fun hour of entertainment. And uhh- subscribe or if you’re listening on spotify, do something, i don’t know” 

“We can do something, y/n” gojo smirks, getting off the couch and sitting beside you, throwing an arm over your shoulder

“Thanks for listening to Three’s a Problem, where the only thing worse than our trauma is our taste in people— cut the fucking cameras” 

TOP COMMENTS: 

“The sexual tension is so thick I can hear it.” “What tf did bro mean by ‘ill show you my tripod’” “Yeah they’re definitely hooking up off camera

A/N: this is probably gna flop, js thought it was funny and haven't seen anyone do anything like this, so yea. Thank you ari for helping me stylize this (@anglbunny)

𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐕𝐘𝐍 | Don't try to be me, you can't.

[ladystoneboobs]

what happens in renly's tent right after he dies is not quite as dramatic and sexy as jaime's bear pit jump, i would never claim that and am not trying to take away from that scene, but i do not think catbri should be diminished either. catelyn is not putting her own skin on the line in quite the same way, but it's just not true that jaime was the first to care about protecting brienne. she would most likely have died in renly's camp that day if cat hadn't been there too, if not killed by those first knights to rush in, eventually loras and others would have overwhelmed her with sheer numbers as she stood her ground, refusing to leave renly's body. catelyn did save her life that morning. she was the first person to save brienne's life! the second (and last) time cat swears on her honor as a stark onpage is in her attempt to bargain with walder frey for robb's life with jinglebell as hostage, but the first and only other time we see her do that is to attest to brienne's innocence and stannis's guilt wrt renly's death, to try to save brienne's life, to save the life of someone who was not her own child like robb but a woman she'd known for only days. when that oath was not quite enough, when robar royce agreed not to attack brienne and guard the tent entrance instead but would not defend her against his comrades, cat moved without hesistation to do that herself. just as jaime acted on instinct when told to "go get her" by vargo, so catelyn acted at once when told by robar to "get her away"; knocking out emmon cuy herself, directing brienne to leave with her right away, and ordering her own men to protect both herself and brienne by cutting down any who'd get in their way. that's the courage that made brienne swear her sword to catelyn afterward! is that not a level above a childhood crush on her liege lord bc he danced with her once and was polite to her face while mocking her behind her back?

and not too long afterward, catelyn gave brienne her first knightly road trip assignment, her first impossible mission. maybe not quite as quixotic a quest as searching for sansa across the whole realm with little to go on, but it would have been a nearly impossible job even if tyrion had still been king's hand and ready and willing to honor the trade offer. we can say catelyn's severe depression in her grief and her desperation to save her daughters had her unable to think clearly about all that, but imho it still says a lot about not just her trust in brienne's loyalty but also faith in her knighly abilities to believe she could do the job of escorting jaime through a warzone to the capital and escort sansa (and arya, if possible) back the other way basically on her own, with only the useless cleos frey for backup on the first half. catelyn was not just trusting brienne as much as she would rodrik or jory cassel or anyone else who'd served her family for years and years, she was trusting this woman warrior to do the job of multiple such men, and never entirely gave up hope that brienne could finish the job until she reached the twins again and had the red wedding to deal with. is that belief in brienne and entrusting her with such an important assignment not worth more than renly valuing her only for her willingness to simply die in battle?

[gin-juice-tonic]

Hi! I really love your comics and the 80s ford sim! The time you took to make it is amazing and I like reading the dialogue you post :D I love seeing transfalls comics and just, the dialogue and scenarios are a comforting and funny read!

I was wondering if you have any advice or tips on how to write Ford? Have a wonderful day!

Hello, thank you for the nice words. I'm happy you like my things.

Instead of telling you my own beliefs about how Ford acts/talks specifically, I thought maybe I could break this advice down into something more general. At least to start. Writing for a pre-existing character to me is generally broken up into two big things: Their Personality Traits and their Manner of Speech.

When you are trying to figure out how to write someone, I think it would be helpful to think about things that really stand out in your memory that they either did or said, and then try to find commonalities between those things. And what they have in common may indicate a character trait or the way they talk.

If we were to use Ford as an example, some things I think of when I think of him are (under the cut):

The grin on his face when describing his very illegal infinity-sided die in DDmD, His "My face is on fire!" stunt from vs the Future, and his re-arranging of Fiddlefords cube in J3.

If we were to look at what these moments have in common, I would say they indicate Ford is a bit mischievous.

Another set: his "Princess Unattainabelle beckons you" from DDmD, his "Say Hop! It helps!" and "Your turn!" after using his magnet gun in vs the Future, and his general love of puns in the Journal.

I think these are all good examples of Ford's goofier side. That he's a playful guy.

Those would fall under the Character Traits half of writing him.

For the Manner of Speech bit, it helps to look at how certain lines are structured, or the context under which he says them. These examples will be a little longer due to being a whole line written out...

Set #1:

"On the dark, weird road I travel, I'm afraid you cannot follow. ...Welp! call me for dinner!" From DDmD

"If I rolled it, anything could happen. Our faces could melt into jelly. The world could turn into an egg! ...Or you could just roll an 8. Who knows." Also from DDmD

"So this is how the world ends, not with a Bang, but with a Boop-Boop." From Weird Part 1

All three of these lines have Ford speak in a manner that gives the feeling he is talking about something of some importance/seriousness. Only for him to end his line with something silly and tone breaking. He does this pretty often I feel. Or at least I'm guilty of overusing it, because I always find it funny lol.

Set #2:

"I like this kid! She's weird!" From Tale of Two Stans

"Your math is no match for my gun, you idiot!" From DDmD

"I can assure you if there's an owl in this bag he's long dead." From Last Mabelcorn

There's three different moods going on in these lines, happy, mad, and just kinda neutral. But personally I find them all to be instances of Ford speaking in a very frank manner.

Now, further context in this case is I think important here. This is sort of in a way a variation of the first set I mentioned, because outside of these lines Ford spends a lot of his dialogue speaking in a more formal, intellectual/eloquent way. So this is sort of another way he breaks his own tone.

Another notable piece of context about these three lines is they're all reactions to something said/done by someone else. (The first and third are after talking to Mabel, the second being a reaction to a threat from Probabilitor.)

So to put that all together, you get "Breaking his standard manner of speech, Ford (sometimes) reacts in a frank manner to other characters." Generally this happens as a joke.

So those are some examples. Of both the character trait thing and the speech pattern stuff. I did them as sets, but if an individual line or action feels prominent enough, you could analyze it by itself too.

Obviously there's a lot about Ford that this doesn't encompass, but I hope the method helps you think about how to portray what YOU see in Ford. And you do not have to follow the way I view him. "What lines/things stand out to you" is going to be different for person to person. Maybe you have other lines/ideas you find more defining for him, or maybe even viewing the same lines/ideas, you have different feelings of what they indicate. That's okay too.

[kailinbobailin]

Realistic Headcanons I Have For Bucky Barnes

1. Cut his hair because of head lice. The issue would have been resolved in Wakanda, but cutting his hair short would have been a preventive measure for him. Grew it out longer later on because he became more confident.

He was Hydra puppet used for killing. They would not care about his hygiene. I'm sure at one point his hair was longer before CAWS and someone or himself cut it so he could see. They fed him through IV's and pills and in Civil War they pull him from cryo fully dressed. They did not care about his overall health.

2. Due to his mental health and PTSD he is on a lot of medication. Depression/anxiety, sleeping aids, possibly seizure medication from brain trauma.

3. Before going to congress and becoming an Avenger he was on a lot of government assistance, VA benefits, housing, disability, food stamps. I would not be surprised if he also had a social worker who checked in on him.

I believe any thing he was entitled to was striped when the US Government thought he was a terrorist and a traitor to the government and then when they learned the truth and gave his pardon this was their apology.

4. Very tech savvy. He was a world sleeper agent for HYDRA for 70 years with access to the best tech throughout each decade and weapons. I the first episode of FATWS he literally hot wired a vehicle and controlled with an IPad. Bucky knows tech and probably knows it better than most.

5. Has multiple storage units full of stolen weapons, government issued and HYDRA that he raided after he broke free. I also imagine he was not supposed to have any weapons as part of his pardon because it was basically probation. So everything is either illegal and unregistered. I'm sure its not like that now since he is an Avenger.

[corkinavoid]

Case File: Danny’s Call

This snippet vibes to Drunk by Tiscore

Danny sits on the edge of the balcony, legs dangling over the drop like the fall down is no scarier than a skipped step on a staircase. Gotham skyline stretches before him in jagged silhouettes and neon bruises, streetlights flickering like tired eyes. It’s late — way past 'should be asleep' and squarely in 'why are you still awake' territory — and deep into the kind of quiet that presses heavy on the chest.

He takes a deep breath, lungs filling with the faint smell of smog and distant promise of rain. A whole week of summer heat is coming to an end, it seems.

From inside the penthouse, muffled sounds drift through the glass doors: Cujo’s barking, excited and sharp, Dani’s laughter trailing after it. She's probably teasing him with something he’s not allowed to chew, or maybe they are both trying to chase Vlad’s cat for sport. Somewhere in the kitchen, Jazz is moving around quietly, teacups clinking — she always makes tea after stress.

The Fenton version of calm after a storm.

Danny’s phone glows pale blue in his hand, thumb hovering over the screen. He scrolls through the contact list without purpose, past names he knows too well — Jazz, Sam, Tucker, Val, Kwan and Star, even Vlad. All of them tangled in the same strange mess of half-truths and ghost stories that make up his life.

He hits 'Call' on one name that is not part of it before he can second-guess himself.

It rings — once, twice, over and over with no answer — then goes to voicemail. And Danny knows he should hang up, should just leave it alone and go on with his life — afterlife, ha — without thinking too hard about it, like he did dozens, hundreds of times before.

But instead, he exhales and starts talking.

"Hey, Caroline," he starts, voice tired but lips still stretching in a smile because that's a polite, nice thing to do, "it’s Danny. Sorry I’m calling so late but something happened and I- nothing urgent, nothing bad, everything is fine," he rushes to add, like trying to stop someone from hanging up. Which… she technically already has, kind of.

"Just… my friend was hurt. I fixed it, everything’s okay, he’s better now, but-" His voice catches slightly, and the pause stretches as Danny takes a moment to breathe and look up into the sky. It's empty — there are no stars in Gotham, just a dim, gray blanket of light pollution and a whole lot of dark corners.

Nothing to guide him through the blizzard.

"I don’t know why I’m calling, sorry," he admits with a soft, awkward laugh, running a hand through his hair. Leaning forward over the railing, he watches the glittering abyss of streets yawning beneath — it doesn't scare him, but it doesn't call to him either. There's no allure to jumping from high places when you can't really fall. "You can delete it. I guess I’m just… lost? My life is a mess, and everyone I know is already in this mess with me. And I think I need someone who’s not."

He pauses, frowning at himself, "Ugh, wait, no, I shouldn’t say that, it sounds like I’m about to unload my whole life story on you, but I won’t — didn't plan to, at least — I’m-"

Beep.

The message cuts off, a mechanical voice telling him it's too long in fake sympathy. Danny stares at the screen for a moment or two until it fades to black, sighs, then lets his head fall back as he closes his eyes.

This was stupid, why did he do that.

But then the phone rings in his hand a second later.

–○–

And they talked very awkwardly for, like, five minutes, both apologizing every ten seconds, because they are idiots in love with poor social skills.

Tim didn't pick up at first because he was busy questioning the surviving assassins. The experience of talking to Danny in Caroline’s voice, while dressed in Red Robin suit, with two knocked-out ninjas two feet away from him was maybe the single most surreal thing related to identity porn that he's been through. Vigilante kind of troubles, you know.

This is a part of Crime Scene Do Not Cross fic and happens after Chapter 4.

[tadasfics]

DATE EVERYTHING NSFW HEADCANONS

I really don't know what I'm doing, anyways request fanfic and I'll get around to it! (One day..)

I will do

Oneshots ,Long ass fanfics ,Smut ,Headcanons

Sorry this took me so long, I have been on my date everything grid lately, if yall want 3-6way headcanons for couples like Washford and Drysdale or The hanks hmu

Nsfw under the cut

Dorian

Definitely has the most Self control out of everyone. He can go months if not years without sex.

He is also the most pent up though, when he goes at it he goes hard. I Mean mouthfucking, blowing your back out.

This man does not have the time to mess around; he gets straight to the point. After he is realized he has a lot more time on his hands and that's when he takes the time to appreciate your body not leaving a square inch of you untouched.

He will not beat around the bush about what he wants and he will expect you to give it to him.

He likes quickies on doors because it's a sort of pride to him.

He chokes you idgaf what you have to say. You can't tell me in the middle of sex he won't wrap his hands around your neck and say “does that feel good love?”

Hector

Even after he came out of the vents he still writes fanfiction about you. His fantasy's are either so sweet you get cavities or the most kinky literature you have ever read in your life.

This man wants to breed you like not just put one kid in you he wants you to hold every bit of him cum inside you. It gives him a sense of pride that you're really his.

He will full on wake you up by eating you out/sucking you off. Also he is the BIGGEST sucker for marks. He needs to show you off. He wants everyone else in the whole world to know he pulled you and it drives him crazy if he sees someone mention it in public.

He just wants to cover you with more He cannot handle giving oral he gets absolutely drunk off of you. He will cum his pants just while youre mouthfucking him or ridibg his face. Or even if he is just giving you regular oral you can see him twitch all the time while his tongue does its magic. but he'd let you use his face until his nose goes straight.

Parker

He is very skilled with his hands, not so much his mouth.

He tries to get you to play games with him after sex. He has about 5 boxes under your bed to pull out when you two are done.

He is always touching somewhere on your body. My man knows where the clit is. And if you're a dude then he jerks you off while he is on top.

He will be panting and nearly shaking by the time he is done with you. He sees it as a competition for who can cum more times.

Most of the time he eats the cum out of your ass/pussy

He has a sex rulebook somewhere in your room that he has read at least 6 times on his own.

Hanks

They compare sizes. I feel like we all knew that.

Double stuffing you is a must, maybe even triple if they can get themselves into the right position. But let's be real. They're flexible asf.

Hank #3 is a virgin and was all bark. So when it finally came time with you two one on one. He was stuttering and playing off his nervousness as cockyness.

Hank #5 will ask before cumming Inside you. He will accidentally edge you just to make sure its okay

You and Hank #2 have the more vanilla sex but that's what makes it special. He makes sure to take his time with you and whispers in your ear how great you do for him. He needs a constant in his life that can be reliable and cause him to not get hurt and he believes you're that for him.

Chance

absolute KING of Aftercare he will prep your favorite snacks and chill some water in advance to make sure you two are all set for afterwards. He will massage you without being asked after. Leaving kisses on all the tense spots.

He loves to come home from a GNG sesh you couldn't make it to wearing one of his cloaks. In his words it's like opening a present on Christmas Morning. He absolutely LOVES cosplay sex, but he always asks in advance if it's okay.

He sometimes puts his glasses on you while pounding into you just to have something of his on and in you.

Another man who cannot handle oral. But for this matter I feel like he couldn't handle you sitting on his lap either. A few moves and he is seeing stars.

He LOVES hair pulling. You try putting your hand in his hair while he is on his knees for you and you're getting a few moans into your sex. If it is okay with you he will pull your hair too. You were his first time.

He was another all bark no bite character who acted as if they had done more than they had before.

Volt

BONDAGE. He wants you to tie him up and ride him like your life depends on it.

He loves watching his partner lose themself in pleasure.

He enjoys to leave marks, he wants the others to just be ASKING about those for As long as you have them

Shock Kink, idk what else you want me to say. This man would blush if You accidentally gave him a friction shock and say you're tempting him.

He loves eye contact, if he feels like teasing you he will stop if you're not looking at him.

Eddie

He likes to fuck you while you're wearing his clothing and it's what he'll use to pull you back onto his cock.

He enjoys mutual masturbation, just the way he knows how you please yourself so he can make sure he is pleasuring you when it's his turn to be your hand Please don't repost or translate!

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[kotonoba]

This one is for Shanks. I feel itd be snow white. Rwader runs away from her evil stepmother and stows away on the red force. Eventually she is found sleeping on shanks bed and then she is accepted by the crew. But when they make port, her stepmother disguised as a sweet looking old woman offers her a fruit. She takes it not knowing it was poisoned. So shanks freaks out when she suddenly collapses on deck. This time, they have find an antidote in time or she will die. (She doesnt but ya know fairytales and their rules)

Huntsman's Task (Shanks/F!Reader)

Summary: You worked all your life for the freedom to dream in your bed, until you find the courage to leave your prison and venture onto a pirate's ship.

a/n: I feel like I missed out on a lot when I say I wasn't much of a fairytale girlie. Needless to say, I tailored it and deviated from your original idea because I thought it would be more spicy this way, sorry!

Warning(s): slightly ooc, mentions of poison, mentions of a bad past life, fluff

Posted on AO3

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Panting heavily, you flee from your cage of a living space, where your stepmother swore that the people outside your prison were anything but pleasant. But, from the people that interacted with you for a little bit, they didn’t seem as malicious as your stepmother claimed. You were kept like a slave for her, you did all the chores, you cooked and you cleaned, but you were not given an ounce of freedom. You left the night your stepmother left to attend some party and snuck your way onto a pirate ship. You prayed that your luck would lead you to someone good, someone who wouldn’t treat you like your stepmother did. 

You stowaway on the ship for a few days before finding a way to a bed to rest. Praying that you won’t be sent back to your stepmother. Anything but that. You woke up to chaos; the pirates had returned, and their captain was unaware when he fell asleep that you were in his bed as well. When he came to, it was scandalous. You had to explain your situation before they threw their captain overboard. Initially, they were against the idea of you staying, but staying with them brought joy to both you and them, and in the end, they just accepted it. 

“I never thought I’d be on the Red Force as a permanent thing,” you spoke to no one in particular, leaning against the railing as the ship neared a neutral island. 

“Give yourself more credit, you’re a great addition to the team,” Shanks' voice surprised you as you turned lightly to see him lean his back against the railing, smiling at you. Sometimes, you forget he’s a pirate because he’s so laid back. “The crew likes you,” his voice was smooth and calming.

You faced the wind, closing your eyes. You don’t notice the way Shanks’ eyes look at you with a longing and yearning that only a lover who hasn’t seen them in a long time would have, “And you?” 

“I–” you weren’t sure if it was the sun setting that made his features lean more to a pink glow or if he was blushing. Either way, you smiled because it made him more human, more attractive.

“You?” You teased him, not letting him finish his sentence, cutting in every time to repeat what he was saying, and you watched the childish side of him bubble to the surface, causing you to laugh. The furrowed brows of frustration eased as he heard you laugh.

“Anyways, as I was saying–” he gets cut off again as the crew says they’ve successfully docked, inviting you to join them on their nightly rendezvous around the island. “Hey, I’m trying to say something here!” 

He called out as you were pulled along with the rest of the crew, “You can tell me afterwards!” You giggled, following them along. You get the feeling that it was going to be a confession from him, so you wanted to wait till they’re not in a rush to celebrate to tell you. When you first boarded the ship, there was no smile on your face. Despite not saying much, the crew worried about you and had already accepted you relatively quickly. As you turned your head back to check him as he followed after you all slowly, there was a smile of defeat written all over his face, but he seemed genuinely happy that you started to smile more. 

As the partying gathered around the tavern, you noticed that there was a more lazy attitude when the captain was around them, but they partied harder. You joined them. The corner of your eye catches a beautiful, dark-haired woman approaching Shanks with whispers of pleasure of the night. You hummed thoughtfully at that, you noticed he was turning back to glance at you as you quickly averted your attention from him, not wanting to ruin his mood. It happened that he pouted and left with the woman. 

“He’s not that dense, you know?” You glanced up at Beckman, who tried to reassure you. You gave him an awkward smile, you didn’t know you were wearing your heart on your sleeve like that. “It’s obvious, the crew is aware of the blooming feeling between the two of you,” he laughed. He was the more level-headed personality in a crew that partied the majority of the time. You hum and nod to his words.

The night was young, and Shanks returned a little bit later as the party began to die down. You glanced at him with a smile, considering Beckman’s words to show him a kinder side, “Look who decided to join the party as it dies down.” You teased, the pink glow returning to his childish demeanor as he handed you a bottle of liquid, like a smoothie, with a soft light and a deep amethyst purple hue.

“I heard this is a new hype in the town, so I bought it for you.” Despite the childish pout on his features, his face heats up more as he hands you the bottle. “I don’t know if you’ll like it,” he says as he sits beside you as you open the bottle to sniff it lightly to get a rich berry-like smell that also smells a little earthy with floral undertones. You glanced at Shanks, who gave you a look of anticipation as he was waiting for you to try it. You smiled gently at him, “You think I’m going to try to poison you or something? I can try it first before you drink–” 

“No, no, I just think it’s endearing that you went out of your way to get me something to try, it’s cute,” you teased. He looks away, a hand on his face, covering over his mouth as a smile forced its way on his features. He tried to play cool in front of you, but he always fails. You smiled a little more before taking a sip out of it, your eyes lit up a little, “It’s an elderberry smoothie.” 

“Oh? Is that good?” Shanks questions. But your mind was elsewhere; something was off about this drink. The first sip is sweet, rich, almost like the berries themselves are blooming in your mouth. The coolness of it contrasts against the warmth of the room, but there’s something else—a faint, almost metallic tang that lingers at the back of your throat, just enough to be unsettling. You pause, thinking maybe it’s just your imagination, but the taste stays with you, sharp and bitter. “Is something wrong?” He studies your features, and you quickly shake away the suspicion; there's no way it was poison. If Shanks wanted you dead, he wouldn’t do something so underhanded. 

“No, I love it, thank you,” you say without a second thought, finishing the smoothie and seeing a relieved smile set on his face as you enjoy it. “You should be harder to please, let me work harder to earn a smile from you,” he teased. You tried to listen to his monologue about how you should behave. However, the unsettling feeling only intensifies.

You blink, trying to shake off the feeling, but as the minutes pass, a sudden wave of <b>dizziness</b> washes over you. It starts as a subtle blur at the edge of your vision, then intensifies. Your body feels lighter, almost too light. A strange weightlessness fills your limbs, and your thoughts become fuzzy. The world tilts slightly, just enough to make you hesitate.

He notices. “Hey, you alright?” His voice is faint, as if coming from far away.

You open your mouth to reply, but the words feel like they’re slipping through your fingers. Your body refuses to cooperate. Something is wrong, terribly wrong.

The taste of the smoothie seems to grow stronger now, the metallic aftertaste clinging to the back of your tongue like something foreign, something dangerous. And then it hits you, too late.

This mobilized the crew; Shanks was experiencing the worst of it, picking you up quickly to return to the Red Force. Hongo picked up the bottle you were drinking from, following after Shanks quickly, “You gave her raw elderberry juice? Are you insane!?” The panic in Hongo’s voice only caused guilt to consume his heart even more. “Raw elderberry with its seeds causes cyanide poisoning,” Hongo hissed, hurriedly returning to the Red Force. 

The crew was on high alert as your health deteriorated by the minute. You were hooked up to machines and IV fluids to keep you hydrated while he flipped through books to find the formula for the antidote. Shanks paced around the infirmary, guilt gnawing at his heart. He didn’t expect the drink to be toxic, wondering if he had somehow forgotten a preparation method when he obtained the drink. As he mulled over the realization that it might just be an assassination attempt on your life, he angrily left the infirmary, “I’m going to kill her.” Everyone knew Shanks was peace-loving and avoided conflict; it was rare to see him seething with anger and determination to take a life. 

No one wanted to stop him; they didn’t try, and they couldn’t when he left the ship to find the woman who had sold him the drink. The drink he mindlessly gave to you, thinking it was harmless. As Hongo hung up the medication after finding the antidote and jotting it down in his notebook for future reference, he guarded over your well-being until Shanks returned. And return he did, they all noticed the sudden spark of Haki before it dissipated. He returned, still angered, but at himself this time, blood splattered wildly on his clothes. 

As you began to stir because the antidote was working, Hongo poked his head out of the infirmary, “Cap’n, she’s awake!” Without hesitation, Shanks rushed into the infirmary, and the crew could breathe a little easier, knowing they dodged a bullet just barely. 

Your eyes opened, exhaustion hit you like a truck as you turned to see Shanks in an attire riddled with blood, and a look of relief mixed with guilt, “Don’t look at me like I’m dying.” You whispered, you saw him ready to object, but you held only his cape, tugging at it to tell him to sit. He obeyed obediently. Hongo took this time to leave the room, not wanting to feel like a third wheel. “You have a great doctor on the ship, I would never die in his hands, you know that.” 

“I know, but–” he ruffled his hair in frustration before looking at you with an indescribable feeling hidden deep within his dark eyes, “But I gave you that bottle of poison without knowing any better or testing it,” you heard an edge to his voice as he continued, “I could have killed you, you mean the world to me, I just–” 

“Stop blaming yourself,” you shifted to sit up a little, panting at the energy you exerted just to sit up. Sucks to be sick and have been just poisoned, “You didn’t know, I wouldn’t have known either.” You concluded, but you did feel a little suspicious about the taste initially; now wasn’t the time to bring that up. “Better me than you,” you smiled.

“Don’t say that, I wouldn’t be able to live if you had lost your life, I–” he grits his teeth, holding your hand tightly, determination fueled by guilt in his eyes, “I love you. I can’t lose you, I won’t lose you.” He decided, “If I have to face conflict, so be it, I just can’t…” 

You reached over to brush his hair out of his face a little, startled by your action. He looks up at you with confusion. “I love you, too.” You felt yourself heat up from the confession, “You don’t have to change yourself, I fell in love with a man who is peace-loving and avoids conflicts, I didn’t fall in love with a man who would change himself so measly because the woman he likes had a hiccup and passed out.” You often downplayed your situation, “I’ll be fine, I know it, so don’t change, not for me, not for anyone. I didn’t fall in love with a man who would start an issue with someone just because I got a papercut,” you laughed. 

A look of defeat painted his hardened features as he gave in to your reasoning, pulling you into a light kiss as you were still catching your breath from sitting up. He pulls back shortly afterwards with a smile, “You make me run for my money for you.” You laughed; you didn’t even bother to ask him about the blood. You had a sneaking suspicion that he might have taken the matter into his own hands. “You don’t have to worry about future assassination attempts. I will protect you.” 

“I know you will, I trust you.”

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Please don't eat elderberries raw & with the seeds, they do contain cyanide.

[old-fandom]

I need possessive Ford and I need him now.

Look, you can't tell me that they both don't push the boundaries of their relationship when they are in obviously strange and cut off places around the world. Where, as long as they don't bring attention to it, they can pass as a loving older gay couple. (Do I also think that Ford put a ward on either one of them just so it can make people see Ford and Stan as just slightly different from each other, providing a little bit more comfort when they're in more popular cities? Yes. Do I also think that Ford wants people to know that not only his lover his but also his twin? Yes, he's a freak like that.) Anyway.

Stan and Ford have to dock their boat when they go into ports and they are routinely in marinas, which means they are around other fisherman, locals, commercial vessels, personal vessels. They have, essentially, neighbors. Which comes in handy when Ford needs details of anomalies or folklore around the area or Stan needs to know where to go to get quality supplies. But it also means that people get to see them on their ship, in their personal space.

Stan doesn't mind it to much. He's peeped into other boats while walking piers, it's only natural. And for once, he isn't committing any kind of crimes or doing something out of character, he's just going about his daily life on the boat.

But with onlookers, that means there is talk.

Stan has always been good with people and people like to be around him. He's a fun guy, he's entertaining, he's a drinker, a smoker, a poker player. He's also handsome and strong and a notorious flirt. Not that he means it, it just comes out naturally. But because of this, Stan gets a lot of unwanted attention, at least to Ford's perspective. Ford blames himself sometimes for not being as forthcoming with their PDA or their relationship right off the bat, he's a busy guy, but that also means that others like to try their luck with Stan or, worse, ogle him while he's alone on the boat and Ford's gone.

Well Ford is having none of that.

Long story short, Ford likes to have their port hole cracked open on the night before they are meant to leave in the morning, and completely rearrange Stan's guts. He knows they can all hear who Stan belongs to, who is the only one who gets to be with him like this. There have even been a few times where they "rocked the boat" so hard they damaged a neighbors vessel (which Ford didn't mind as he usually planned it as such.)

The next morning, when Ford is preparing the boat to sail off and Stan is still sleeping, or better, cooking breakfast with the window open and the radio on, Ford likes to make eye contact with the other fisherman and boaters around them. Especially the ones that were bold enough to hit on Stanley.

Ford never stays long enough to say anything to them, but occasionally, Stanley will make an appearance, coffee in hand and a kiss on the cheek. This is what they will truly never have, Stanley's undivided affection and care, his selfless acts and loyalty.

By the time the dock is no more than a speck in the horizon, Ford has forgotten all about them. It's just him, Stan, and forever.

[m1ssunderstanding]

do you really think paul wanted to od in scotland ‘70? i feel like i haven’t rly heard paul say anything specific about his depression besides simply saying that he WAS depressed. i prob haven’t rly looked hard enough tbh…

and thank you for answering all these questions! ur account is genuinely one of my favs

I mean I'm not trying to say he was fully attempting anything. I'm just saying from everything he's told us and everything Linda told us, he probably did have that thought a lot like 'maybe this will kill me. Wouldn't that be nice?' I don't think Paul had it in him to consciously commit suicide. But he very easily could've been suicidal.

Here's my case for that.

I personally have, and I'm sure a lot of us have, been suicidal without being at the point where Paul was, literally being in bed and or drunk 24/7. So it's not that crazy to think he also was having those thoughts at that time.

Paul always downplays his difficulties, but here's what he has told us.

"Suddenly I felt my usefulness had gone. I didn't have a job and I was worthless. I hid in Scotland for months. I let myself go. I grew a beard and started drinking heavily and sniffing heroin. I'd stay in bed all day, sometimes waking up at three pm and thinking: there's no point getting up now" – 1989

He was drinking constantly and snorting heroin. Paul didn't like heroin when he'd tried it before and the stuff he was doing in Scotland was years old.

Here's what Linda has said he was like.

"I was very scared. I didn’t want to give up, but it was a mess, it was unreal, and I had to handle this all by myself. There was no choice. I had to try. We had two children, we’d just been married a year, and my husband didn’t want to get out of bed. He was drinking too much. He would tell me he felt useless. I knew he was torturing himself, blaming himself for the break-up, and I was sure that he could get beyond it, but if he didn’t believe in himself, what could I do? I could only try, that’s all I could do. Let me tell you, my hands were full. [Danny Feilds’ addition here.] He even tried heroin, snorting a bit some hipster friend had handed to him months, maybe years, earlier. “To escape. To be numb,” he said. It didn’t do anything for him, it didn’t make anything better. “I was a zombie.” [back to Linda] Here I am living on a stone floor, carrying water in buckets, and I’m married to a drunk who won’t take a bath. Paul thought, 'I've got to do it, either I give up and cut my throat or get my magic back.' – Late 90s

Thank you for asking!! Nothing i love more than yapping about my hyperfixations!

[saosinn]

knife play with daisuke !! 1.1k wc

nsfwish under the cut, blood warning !

WARNING : knife play is a more of an extreme kink, if this makes you uncomfortable then don't read it. along with knife play, blood will be mentioned. continue at your own risk.

when daisuke first came to you with the idea of knife play, you thought he was joking, like it was some elaborate dare or prank he got set up with. then you noticed he wasn't laughing with you, the expression on his face stoic as ever. deciding to indulge in his newfound kink, you let him explain everything. to your surprise, he did quite a lot of research. he had an answer to every question you had, and at the end of it you were left with no doubts or concerns.

now though, nervousness bubbled up in your stomach, but the good kind. daisuke had you left defenseless, hands tied behind your back, ankles tied open to the legs of the wooden chair you sat on. you only had on your bra and panties, the one's that he specifically picked out for you of course. during the process of tying you up, he briefly mentioned blindfolding you, but decided against it since it was both your first time with something so extreme.

daisuke took his time getting you used to the blade, dragging the spine against your skin, reveling in the way you shivered. he adjusted his grip on the handle, now lightly dragging the heel idly along your skin, subconsciously following the outlines of your thigh muscles. you hadn't even been touched yet, but you could already feel the heat seeping from your cunt.

you both took a deep inhale, your gazes meeting. "do you think you're ready, dear?" daisuke asked, a tinge of eagerness laced in his words. obviously he wouldn't push you if you weren't ready, or you couldn't bring yourself to go farther than this, but he'd be lying if he said he wasn't excited to take the next step. you swallowed your fear, nodding at him and giving him the okay to go further.

he however did not take this as an acceptable answer, you either wanted this or you didn't, and he needed to hear you say it yourself. "use your words, please." his tone was firm but not harsh, giving you the opportunity to opt out if need be. shaking your head no again, you did your best not to stutter. "i'm- i'm nervous, but i want this. so, yes, i'm ready."

daisuke smiled, patting your thigh reassuringly. "alright, just make sure to remember our safe word." right, of course. being reminded of the fact you had a safe word, blue, made a significant amount of your anxiety melt away. he took a moment away, looking at the set he had laid out on a table. deciding to give you a bit more time to ease up on your nerves, he grabbed a knife he knew was dull. pushing back his sleeve, he lightly tested the blade against the back of his arm, and no skin broke. perfect, this way you'll be less scared of the blade itself too.

bringing himself back to you, he gave you a brief introduction of the knife, making you familiar with all it's parts. after he got that out of the way, he showed you that this in particular blade isn't sharp enough to break skin, demonstrating on himself once again. with a deep exhale from you, he started.

he started at the edge of your shoulders, tracing the tip of the blade down your arm, all the way down to your forearm, and then moved to your chest. it crossed the indentations of your collarbone, then gradually made its way down your decolletage. when the knifes edge neard your breast, daisuke looked at you, checking if you were alright. again you nodded, feeling a strange sense of neediness.

this time he didn't press you for a verbal response, and slowly dragged the knife in a circle around your breast, bringing it up to gently flick your hardened nipple. your moan echoed off the walls, the corner of daisuke's lips quirking up into a gring. he was glad to see you were enjoying this as much as he was, he especially enjoyed seeing you so aroused.

after a good while of daisuke warming you up with the dull knife, the mess pooling between your legs was unbearable. your thighs were slippery, and there was bound to be a mark on the chair when you were let up. with a whimpering plea, and a sudden surge of masochism, you asked him to get a sharper blade. this obviously took daisuke by surprise, not expecting you to be so eager. "are you sure? don't force yourself to—" "daisuke, please."

without further question, he retreated back to his table, and found a sharper knife. this knife was much sharper than the last, but since he wasn't intending on putting much pressure on the blade he figured this would suffice. when he came back to your chair, he made you aware of this, and once again reminded you that you could back out whenever you wanted. you whined in response, attempting to spread your legs further in desperation.

then, a sudden idea flashed into daisuke's mind. getting on his knees in front of you, his free hand lightly massaged your thigh, occasionally kneading the skin in his large hand. with another high pitched whine, you begged him to continue, and so he did. slowly, he brought the knife down to your skin, the blade ghosting over your flesh. when it neared the inside of your thigh, he pressed down lightly, just barely breaking the skin.

you sucked in a hiss through your teeth, following it with a shaking exhale. it barely hurt at all, but the sting felt unexpectedly good. taking this as a good sign, daisuke moved the blade up further on your inner thigh, repeating the motion. due to the prolonged lack of stimulation, the places you were already sensitive in were even more reactive.

your body twitched intensely from the contact, causing the blade to go a fair bit deeper than daisuke had intended, but not enough to cause worry. daisuke immediately put the blade aside, eyes wide with worry when he looked up at you, but the sight he was met with was one he wasn't expecting at all. your head was thrown back, your chest heaving as your thighs quivered. did.. did you just-?

he let out a sigh, a relieved smile painting his features as he did. his attention was quickly caught by stream of crimson ran down your thigh, it was almost hypnotic. without thinking, he lowered his mouth to your thigh, tongue eagerly lapping up every inch of red that spilled across your leg. his cock throbbed at the coppery taste against his tongue, the raw enjoyment he felt from the taste catching him off guard. yeah, this definitely won't be a one time thing.

— 𓈒 ❤︎︎ ࣪ ˖

7/3/25

sorry that this took forever i was watching drag race and lost track of time 😢 also daisuke obviously gives after care i just didn't feel like writing it LMAO

[veliseraptor]

June Reading Recap

doing this under a cut this month, since there are...21 books to recap. made more of an effort toward a fiction/non-fiction divide and I'm pleased to see results on that front!

including a poll also regarding what I should read next.

Speculative Whiteness: Science Fiction and the Alt-Right by Jordan S. Carroll. I mentioned this recently in a want-to-read post and was surprised to find it relatively inexpensively, until I realized that it is a very slim volume indeed! But it still felt worth the read; there was nothing particularly revolutionary to me in the argument, but I feel like it gave me some food for thought and, in a move that always makes me feel favorable toward a nonfiction book, directed me toward a number of other sources I'm now going to check out.

How to Sell a Haunted House by Grady Hendrix

Enchanted Creatures: Our Monsters and Their Meanings by Natalie Lawrence. This book was a massive disappointment. There was a lot of generalization across cultures and monsters ("this is what all snake-women from Medusa to nagas symbolize"), which particularly put my back up, but the author also just wasn't saying anything particularly interesting, and leaned a weird amount on Freudian analysis in a way I was surprised to see in a modern work. I know it's still around, but I'm mostly used to seeing it in more heavily academic literary analysis. Not worth it. My search for interesting books analyzing the context and meaning of various Creatures continues apace.

A Sweet Sting of Salt by Rose Sutherland. I picked up this book, went "I'm either going to really like this or be really annoyed by it," and was wisely told to check it out from the library instead of buying it. And my actual verdict is...ehh? It wasn't particularly irritating to me, but I didn't love it either. It was sweet, and if you're looking for a queer selkie love story then this is the only one I've got for you, but I was neither particularly inspired by the writing nor the plot. I found myself thinking there are more interesting things you could do with this a lot of times, and I was (personally) unimpressed by the neat happy ending (though admittedly that is probably personal preference speaking).

The Einstein of Sex: Dr. Magnus Hirschfeld, Visionary of Weimar Berlin by Daniel Brook. I do recommend this one! Though I feel like reading about queer culture in Weimar Berlin always makes me more than a little bit sad, in the same way reading about Jewish culture in pre-war Europe makes me more than a little bit sad. The sense of loss is just...palpable. But! I learned a lot both about Hirschfeld himself and the history of some of what looks like more modern theory around sexuality and gender. It really is remarkable how forward thinking this guy was in a number of ways, and I'm glad this book exists to bring more attention to him.

Cosgrave and Darkdawn by Jay Kristoff. My two main thoughts about this series ended up being "Mr. Kristoff please stop trying so hard to be Clever in the Footnotes and, as I said, hanging a lampshade on your Cleverness doesn't actually make it less irritating." I still enjoyed this series on the whole, I'd say - I mean, I read the whole thing, which was not an insignificant investment - but I felt like my stylistic annoyance increased over the course of my reading. I also think that, as a series, it would've been much stronger without the introduction of a larger, higher-stakes plot and stayed with the personal revenge quest that kicked it off instead.

The Seven Wonders of the Ancient World: An Extraordinary Journey Through History's Greatest Treasures by Bettany Hughes. I read a fair number of books this month where I was like, "eh, fine? interesting I guess, but not particularly memorable" and this was one of those. I learned some new things, but I felt like the book sometimes got bogged down in architectural details that removed from the more interesting (at least to me) questions of cultural impact and significance.

Feeders by Matt Serafini. The further out from actually reading this I got, the less I like it. I was interested in the concept for a horror novel (something something toxic influencer culture), but this particular iteration of it, at least, left something to be desired. It ended up feeling shallow and gimmicky, not particularly inspired either in terms of prose or execution. The experience of reading it was fun, I guess, but again - the more I think about it the more I keep downgrading it in my estimation.

How to Do Nothing: Resisting the Attention Economy by Jenny Odell. I've been meaning to read this book for a long time and also avoiding it, as one of those books where I was like "I need this and I'm mad about it." I bounced off it on my first try, then returned to it for a second and found myself sucked in. Odell's prose is a pleasure to read, and this feels less like a "self-help" book than it is a "food for thought" book - and it did make me think. I'm still thinking.

The Will to Battle by Ada Palmer. I feel like this series gets better by the book and I'm now very excited to read the last one. Feel like I'm going to be chewing on all of them for a while. The increased religious turn in this particular volume was a little bit of a [headtilt] but at this point I'm interested enough in Ada Palmer's project to follow where she's going.

Witchcraft: A History in Thirteen Trials by Marion Gibson. I am sort of two minds about this book: I feel like I learned new things about particular trials/instances of the persecution of witches, but I don't know that I learned much that was new (to me) conceptually or in terms of a larger framework. I felt like the modern day connection (with Stormy Daniels) was the weakest part of the book and felt like a bit of a strained way to give the rest of the work modern relevance. I think there were more graceful ways to accomplish that same project.

Penance by Eliza Clark. The conceit here is that the novel is a work of true crime by a journalist about a fictional murder in the UK in 2016. I was telling Amelia that I want an academic course on true crime as a genre and its development, from the "primary texts" to more recent works commenting on the phenomenon, which is clearly what this book is doing. I don't know that I'd call it a great novel, but I am very interested in what it was doing conceptually on several levels, and in how it's in conversation with other texts (and podcasts) in the true crime ecosystem. The blending of real and fiction was well done, such that there were a couple things I had to check on to see if I'd missed. Very funny to feel like I could identify the inspiration for both podcasts "excerpted" in the book.

Shards of Honor by Lois McMaster Bujold. So I'm finally reading the Vorkosigan Saga! This was a strong start, certainly - I really like Cordelia, which has me a bit disappointed to understand that I am not going to be following her for the rest of the series. It was an engaging sci-fi romp with a propulsive, happening plot; my only misgivings were around the romance, which felt (to me) a little rushed. Could have done with slower development there, but I feel like that's often how I feel about romances. Now I have to find the second book, though, which does not appear to be available through my library.

Middle of the Night by Riley Sager. This was another "it was fine but also the further away from it I get the less I like it, actually" book. Fairly conventional mystery/horror, in my opinion; I feel like I find Sager summaries interesting but so far haven't been compelled by the execution.

White Too Long: The Legacy of White Supremacy in American Christianity by Robert P. Jones. Very interesting book - not particularly surprising to me, but the particularities taught me some new things and while the statistical analysis went a little bit over my head I managed to follow it enough to track. I do feel like it was a bit of a detour out of the tone of the rest of the book, though. Definitely felt targeted more toward a specifically Christian audience, however - not in a bad way, just in the sense of that being who he was speaking to.

Senseless by Ronald Malfi. I think I just don't like Malfi that much, despite having now read three books by him. Maybe this will be the one that tips me over into giving up on reading more. It wasn't bad - I think it would have been better if it'd committed a little more to either the horror or the mystery genres that it was straddling, though admittedly if it had landed on the mystery one (the stronger of the two) it would be a fairly typical, run-of-the-mill plot. It was fine but I can't say much more than that for this book.

Between Two Fires: Truth, Ambition, and Compromise in Putin's Russia by Joshua Yaffa. This book made me think of The Future Is History by M. Gessen in a lot of ways, and that's honestly high praise. One of my favorite books I read this month for sure - it's a book written very much from the ground, based on the perspectives and stories of specific individuals, in a way that is illustrative, complex, and humane. The analysis of the ways people adapt to and compromise with the Putin government is very compelling to me, and illustrates the complex range of behavior under a repressive government between compliance and defiance, while largely refraining from casting explicit judgment on individual choices.

Everybody Wants to Rule the World Except Me by Django Wexler. Maybe I just don't like funny books, she began to think, reading another fantasy book that's very attached to its own cleverness of concept. This series annoyed me less in some ways than others I could name, and I liked some things about it more, and I'm just enough of a sucker for time loops that I'm not unhappy I read it. But I wouldn't say it was good and I wouldn't recommend it. It's fun, but there's just not a lot there, and the conclusion (at least for me) left something to be desired.

A History of Fear by Luke Dumas. Of the horror that I read this month this was my favorite one, but admittedly that's kind of a low bar. I've had it on my list for a while, and while it was enjoyable I wouldn't say it was particularly outstanding - my favorite part of it was the initials twist (I will not explain, because it was more fun for me, at least, to hit it unaware) at the very end. I think that final note gave this book a lot of the fondness I did end up feeling for it.

Saving Time: Discovering Life Beyond the Clock by Jenny Odell. I liked this one a little less than How to Do Nothing, though I still appreciated the thrust of her argument. And I did notice her citation of Heschel, which made me feel decidedly vindicated. One thing I did appreciate was her distinction between...oh, now I'm forgetting the language she used (and I already returned my copy to the library), but it was basically about the distinction between people who feel time pressure that's internally generated and people who feel time pressure that's externally generated. Gave me some food for thought, personally, as a perenially internally-generated-time-pressure person.

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I'm currently reading Supergods by Grant Morrison (which is already kind of annoying me, albeit not quite to DNF levels yet; we'll see if that changes). Not totally sure what my next read is but I'm thinking of trying to make it realistic fiction, on account of it's been a while and there are a number that I want to read. I do have an ILL request for one of the academic books that came out of Speculative Whiteness to pick up at the library.

...actually here, have a poll for the "which realistic fiction book should I read in July" question that's probably going to be incredibly predictable based on who is following this blog:

[fivewantscoffee]

Alright. So, to preface this, I'm aroace.

I'm a demi/aroace Five truther. I also love aus where Five becomes a husband and a dad somewhere down the line.

Here's why:

I think it's sweet.

Five loves his family dearly. He cares a lot, and he's much softer than he lets on. All those years away from home (spent surviving, then killing for the Commission) couldn't change that. The core of what makes Five Five never changed.

I'm sure he'd have a hard time adjusting to a quiet, peaceful life - would have no idea how to just exist at first - but once he's had the time to heal, I think he'd thrive in it.

And alright, in S3, when Five says, "You know, Lila, I shouldn't even be here. I was... I was out. I was done, and yet here I am again, swept back into the chaos. Why can't I just escape this hellhole?" Lila replies with, "Because you love it. Face it, Five, apocalypse problems are the only things that get your heart pumping."

Girl!! You're projecting!! You're the one who both wants and is also terrified of that life, because what if YOU don't like it? What if you get bored with it? What if it doesn't work out with Diego and the baby? What if, what if, what if.

Also, I disagree. That's not excitement, it's a trauma response! Five's been through two apocalypses in just over two weeks, and this is coming off the back of Five being forced to work for the commission, which came right after 45 years spent in an apocalyptic wasteland.

He doesn't know normal, or peace, or quiet. Of course it would feel wrong to him at first! It's the only thing he knows, sitting still and simply existing isn't something he's ever had the luxury of doing. It's going to take far longer than a day without an apocalypse to worry about to get over a lifetime of apocalypse trauma.

But he wants to.

Five says it himself:

To which Lila says:

And you're right, you're right, he doesn't dispute it! He simply says, "Yeah, well, you're not exactly cut out for domestic bliss either", which sounds like acquiescence, but... hear me out, couldn't that be because deep down Five believes something about himself that isn't true?

Regardless of whether it's the truth or not, people still believe things about themselves that aren't right. I can think everyone I know secretly hates me, but that doesn't mean it's true.

Five knows he wants retirement. He also thinks he isn't cut out for a normal life: groceries, taxes... no world-ending calamity hanging over his head, no need to go back, or save his family. He doesn't know how to live, but how could he? He's been surviving for 45 years straight.

Again, he was retired for ONE DAY. That's nothing! You can't draw any conclusions based on that.

You know what you can give us some hints, though? Five's forty-five years spent in the future.

Delores was all he had in the apocalypse, and while yes, there's a big difference between what Five had with Delores and being in a relationship with an actual person, I don't think it detracts from the point I'm trying to make.

If I remember correctly, and please correct me if I'm wrong, Five never refers to Delores as his wife. There's still a reason why we all call her that anyway: Five speaks to her (and of her) as you would to/of a spouse.

When Five says, "we were together for over thirty years", when he tells Delores, "I missed you... obviously" or "I want you to know that I cherish every single minute I ever shared with you. All twenty-three and a half billiin of them. A lifetime", when his voice cracks when he says "This isn't easy for me, Delores", those aren't the words and actions of someone who hates the thought of being married, or of being in some sort of lifelong companionship not otherwise specified.

That said, I don't think it's something he's ever thought about. Not seriously. Definitely not at length. All that is very far from his mind in the current timeline, so of course it doesn't come up. It probably won't come up for a very long time.

After the dust settles and he gets, let's say, a decade and a half minimum to work through some of his issues, though... I think it could happen.

Like I said, I think Five is ace, but you can be aroace and married. To me, it's about the companionship: being devoted to someone and wanting to spend your life with them, just without the sex or romance.

Now on to the second thing, children.

This one is easy: the Commission Handbook said Five would've been a stay at home dad had Reginald never adopted him.

Deciding he wants to be a dad one day doesn't have to clash with Five being aroace. You can be aroace and want to have children, I know I do.

So we know this: this other, hypothetical version of Five has children. We can assume he ended up with three of them (based on the picture in the Commission Handbook) because he wanted them. That Five is not our Five, though, so the question remains: would our Five want children?

As he is? Hell no. Absolutely not.

But like I said, this is a hypothetical taking place years and years in the future. Presumably, Five's done a lot of healing by then, he's had the time to figure out what he wants to do with his life, whether or not having kids factors into it.

I think in certain cases, if the circumstances are right, he might decide to go for it.

So yeah. Here it is. I'm a demi/aroace Five truther, but I also love aus where he is a husband and a dad. I think they're neat and can make sense for his character if approached from a certain angle. That's my controversial opinion for the day

[ownmyvoice]

Message of the day

Choose a feather and get a message from spirit. But only if you feel it to, don't push it. If you don't feel seen or anderstand this is not for you.

The picture don't belong to me. If you know the author let me know so i can credit this person.

Pile 1:

There is a need to do the work, you are lazy. You seem stuck in your imagination, continuously telling yourself the same scenarii, and fears, and obsessions like you resume your experience on movies you already watch so many times (not even based on your experience of life. You are the one who keeps pressing play. You have enough knowledge and skills to do what you want. Sure, you can always learn more, but you can do it along the road too. You are confident enough to do so. Main information actions.

Pile 2:

Lack of authenticity, you struggle to be the queen/king of your own world. You're dealing with an internal struggle which prohibits you from enjoying success (where is not where you think it is). And no one notices the gap. You think you are not far away from the end line. But when you get here, you will wonder why you are not satisfied. It is really what you want to begin with? This is why I talk about authenticity. You have a lot to explore inside yourself instead of looking for approval out there. By the way, enough with the skincare, you don't need more.

Pile 3:

There is something in your past that cuts some connection. I'm not talking about human interaction, but about you. In your own feelings in the way you perceive yourself and the world. Something or someone unplugged the cable in your feelings. If you don't know, try to look for what might be the cause. Try to speak with a therapist, meditation, or use your personal decks. Then speak to a parent to find more, and if you feel it's needed. Play like it is a puzzle. But when you are going to speak to this person, listen more than speaking. Don't let it consume you either, it will come at the right time, gyal. Near the river you will find peace, commune with water.

Pile 4:

"à un moment donner il faut rendre les armes, c'est là que s'écrit l'histoire" - Booba - Rebel

At one point you have to settle down. This is your sign to stop this conflict. It goes nowhere, and it didn't do good to any of you. There is no point to keep going! You are boiling rage and becoming dry. Stop fighting against the world, your family, even yourself. You are going to lose your human heart and sensibility. If you can't stand what's causing you so much turmoil, cut it. Block. Look elsewhere. It's easier than you think.

This is a song i had in mind when i felt this message.

Thank you for taking the time to read those messages.

Good night, good day.