#they are going to figth a lot

[thevelouria]

daughter of the sea rin au

i cant stop thinking about those old tales of sailors who fall in love with their sea, who find mermaids between waves and cant sleep if their bed is still. the dizzy point where the sea and her lulling becomes a lover.

nezha has been the best non heir he could, he has managed a good fiancé of high nest and is doing his best coping with the arrangement, knowing where his loyalties lie. hes does his best, until one night, he starts to hear the sea.

shes always whispering for him, spoils him with her catches and the quality of the fishing spot she recommends him, to the sunsets that leave him feeling empty and blind, how could he not love something so big? so out of reach? he feels as if its her love that consumes him. his fiancé is worried, his family is ashamed, his little brother is preoccupied, hes not listening to them and keeps running away to the shore wherever it 'calls for him', on his pajamas, in the middle of a dinner, he only has time for it.

one night, she yells, he wakes up and runs to the caves, where the sound torments him, only to find a drowning woman with the same voice, screeching and wailing. from the moment he lies his gaze on her, he knows nobody else will compare.

her love has given him the most he could ask, a woman just for him

[fratercrucis]

sam got to go to college!? sam FOUGHT to go to college. he had the brains and the balls to fight for something that he had control over. everything else in his life has been determined by his dad or dean or the deal made by his mother years ago. no body stood up for him, nobody backed him up when he EARNED his place at the college. he had all the rights to run away from them, they are the ones who slammed the door on his face!

[shyoko]

Getting in a fight with ot7 and it being super angsty? Like they say something super hurtful to reader and immediately regret it ( ˘ ³˘)♥

☆Getting in a figth with ENHYPEN. ☆

This writing is my own; no copies, adaptations, or translations are allowed. I hope you like it. (English is not my first language.) 

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N/a: I hope you like it a lot, sorry for the wait. Love u! 🩷

✦ Part 2 ✦𓂃

Heeseung☆

You had tried to ignore it. To convince yourself that it wasn’t a big deal, that it shouldn’t affect you so much. You knew it was part of his job, that he had always been this way with his fans. But every smile, every glance, every affectionate gesture he gave them made you feel invisible.

Today, you finally couldn’t take it anymore.

The sound of the door opening pulled you out of your thoughts. Heeseung walked in with the same calmness as always, unaware of the lump in your throat or the storm burning in your chest. He walked to the couch, set his backpack down, and sat beside you, resting his head on your shoulder with a sigh.

For a moment, you hesitated. Maybe this wasn’t the right time. Maybe you should wait…

No. If you didn’t talk about it now, you might never do it.

“Heeseung, can we talk?” you murmured, gently moving him away from your shoulder.

He tensed instantly.

“I don’t think this is the right time,” he replied without looking at you. “I’m exhausted.��

His dry tone hit you straight in the chest. All the patience you had planned to approach this with vanished instantly.

“I don’t like the way you interact with your fans,” you blurted out. “If I didn’t know you, I’d think they were your girlfriends.”

Heeseung let out a dry, incredulous laugh.

“Do you even hear yourself? You’re acting like a child.”

He stood up from the couch, turning his back to you.

“Is this how you solve problems?” you asked, standing up as well. “By ignoring them?”

He froze but said nothing.

“I just want to talk,” you continued. “To tell you how I feel, how I’ve been feeling all these months.”

Finally, he turned to look at you. His expression had hardened, his gaze sharp.

“I warned you before we started dating.”

“Yeah, but…”

“There’s no ‘but,’” he cut you off coldly. “This is my job. You accepted it. It’s not my fault if you don’t like it now, but there’s nothing I can do.”

His words felt like a stab to the heart.

You felt your eyes burn with tears, and before you could stop them, they rolled down your cheeks.

Then, he said it.

“I don’t even know why I started this with you. I was better off alone, without having to worry about whether my actions affect you or not.”

The final blow.

Heeseung turned and disappeared into the bedroom, slamming the door behind him.

You stood there, heart shattered. You couldn’t breathe, you couldn’t think. You could only feel the emptiness his words left in your chest.

Without thinking twice, you grabbed your bag and walked out of the house, shutting the door firmly behind you. You needed to leave. To get away from him.

The cold night air hit your face as you reached your car. Trembling, you pulled the keys from your pocket, but before you could open the door, a hand caught your wrist.

“Don’t go… please.”

His voice was broken.

You looked up and found him there, his eyes glistening, his face pale, his chest rising and falling with desperation.

“Stop, let me go,” you whispered, pulling your hand free with a gentle tug. “You already made it clear you were better off without me.”

“I didn’t mean it…” His grip trembled. “I don’t want a life without you. I don’t want to be without you… please, let’s talk.”

Small tears welled up in his eyes.

“I love you. I don’t know why I said that… Stay with me, okay?”

He clung to your waist, holding you tightly, as if afraid you would disappear into thin air.

“Heeseung, let me go,” you whispered, feeling the pain settle in your chest. “You said you were better off alone, and now you think a simple ‘I’m sorry’ is enough to fix everything?”

He froze, feeling his world crumble around him.

“But…”

“No buts,” you cut him off, your voice trembling. “I need time. Alone.”

You pulled away from him and got into the car, ignoring his desperate pleas.

You were dying to hold him. To talk. To fix things.

But you knew how these things worked.

People don’t appreciate what they have until they lose it.

jay☆

Jay had been distant lately, short replies, ignored messages, and canceled calls. You tried to be understanding, but the weight of being overlooked grew heavier, especially when you saw him laughing with friends online while leaving you on read.

Today was the breaking point.

Sitting on his couch, you waited as he stayed glued to his phone, not even greeting you with a smile.

“Jay, can we talk?”

For the first time that night, he lifted his gaze from the screen and sighed, resting his elbow on his knee as he ran a hand down his face.

“About what?”

His tone was dry, distant. That only made the lump in your throat tighten even more.

“About… us.”

He clicked his tongue and leaned back on the couch, resting his head against the cushion.

“I don’t think this is the right time for this,” he muttered, not even looking at you.

You bit your lip, feeling frustration bubble up inside you.

“Then when is the right time, Jay? Because every time I try to talk to you, there’s always something more important.”

His jaw tensed, but he said nothing.

“I feel like I’m losing you,” you admitted in a small voice, hoping, praying, that at least that would make him react.

But instead, he let out a dry, emotionless laugh.

“Don’t be dramatic.”

Your heart sank.

“Dramatic? Jay, you barely talk to me lately. You don’t call, you don’t check in… I feel like you don’t want me around.”

He sighed in exasperation and finally looked at you, but his expression wasn’t what you expected. There was no guilt, no concern… just exhaustion.

“I don’t know what you expect from me,” he finally said. “I can’t be checking in on you all the time.”

Silence.

His words hit like a punch to the stomach.

It wasn’t just what he said, it was how he said it. The indifference in his eyes, the coldness in his tone. As if everything you had been feeling these past few days had been an overreaction, as if you were asking for too much.

“I’m not asking you to check in on me all the time,” you whispered, your vision blurring with tears. “I just want to know if I still matter to you.”

He didn’t answer.

You couldn’t take it anymore. You stood up, grabbing your bag, determined to leave before the tears fell. You walked to the door without looking back, but just as your hand touched the doorknob, you felt a tug on your wrist.

“Don’t go.”

Jay’s voice no longer sounded indifferent. There was urgency in his tone, a desperation you hadn’t heard in weeks.

“Let me go, Jay.”

You tried to pull your hand away, but he held on tighter.

“I didn’t mean that,” he said quickly, his eyes scanning your face anxiously. “I don’t know why I said it. I don’t want this to end, I don’t want you to leave.”

The first tear slipped down your cheek, and he rushed to wipe it away with his thumb��but you turned your face away.

“Now you care?”

He swallowed hard, his jaw clenching.

“I’ve always cared. I was just… an idiot.”

“Yes, you were.”

Jay closed his eyes for a second, as if his own words had hit him.

“Give me another chance. Stay.”

His hands clung to yours, his grip unsteady, almost pleading. But as much as it hurt to see him like this, you knew you couldn’t give in so easily.

“It’s not that simple, Jay. You can’t treat me like I’m disposable and then ask me to stay when you see I’m actually willing to leave.”

“I don’t want to lose you.”

“Then you should’ve thought about that before.”

Jay fell silent. His hands loosened their grip, giving you the chance to step back.

“I need time.”

Jay shook his head, as if the very thought of being without you was impossible to accept.

“How long?”

“I don’t know.”

He clenched his fists but slowly nodded, realizing he had no choice but to accept your decision.

You took one last look at his desperate expression before stepping out the door.

Jake☆

Arguments with Jake were rare. He had always been the kind of person who soothed rather than provoked, the type to fix things with soft words and warm embraces rather than sharp remarks. But this time… this time was different.

"You always do this!" you exploded, frustration bubbling over before you could stop yourself.

Jake exhaled sharply, his fingers raking through his hair as he paced the living room. His usual patience, the quiet calm that you loved so much, was nowhere to be found.

"Do what?" he shot back, his voice harsher than you’d ever heard it. "Try to do everything right and still never be enough for you?"

His words slammed into you like a brick wall.

Your breath caught in your throat. "Is that what you think?" you murmured, barely able to recognize your own voice.

Jake clenched his jaw, but he didn’t take it back. The silence that followed was deafening.

And then, he spoke again.

"Maybe you’d be better off with someone else."

Everything around you seemed to freeze. The air felt heavier, suffocating. The walls of the apartment, which had always felt like home, now felt too small, pressing in on you from all sides.

For a second, Jake didn’t seem to realize what he had just said. It had slipped out—reckless, thoughtless, cutting deeper than either of you could have anticipated. But then he saw it. The way your face crumbled. The way your eyes, wide with disbelief, filled with tears you refused to let fall.

His breath hitched. "No…" His voice wavered, panic replacing the anger that had been fueling him just moments ago. "No, wait, I didn’t mean that."

But you were already moving. Already reaching for your bag, your fingers shaking as you slung it over your shoulder.

Jake was in front of you in an instant, blocking your path to the door. His hands, the same hands that had always held you so gently, now trembled as they reached for you.

"Please," he begged, his voice hoarse. "Please don’t go."

You didn’t answer. You couldn’t.

"Baby," he pleaded, stepping closer. His eyes were glossy, his chest rising and falling erratically. "I swear, I didn’t mean it. I was angry. I wasn’t thinking."

His fingers brushed against your wrist, desperate to hold on, but you pulled away as if his touch burned. You swallowed hard, willing yourself not to break.

"You don’t say things like that if you don’t mean them," you said quietly.

Jake shook his head violently, his lips parted as if searching for the right words, words that could erase what he had done, words that could fix the crack spreading between you.

"It’s not true," he whispered. "I don’t want anyone else. I just… " He broke off, running a hand down his face as if trying to wipe away the mistake, trying to undo what had already been said. "I just got scared. I felt like I was failing you. And I lashed out. Please, you have to believe me."

But you had already heard enough.

The pain in your chest was unbearable, a dull ache that spread through every inch of you. You wanted to believe him, wanted to throw yourself into his arms and let him tell you it was all just a mistake. But the words were still there, lingering in the air like smoke, unavoidable, irreversible.

"Please," Jake whispered again. His voice was breaking, cracking under the weight of desperation. "Don't leave me like this."

You hesitated. Just for a second. Just long enough to see the way his hands clenched into fists at his sides, the way his lips trembled as if he were holding back tears.

But you couldn't stay.

You turned away, reaching for the doorknob.

"Wait…" Jake's voice shattered, raw and broken. He moved forward as if to stop you, but this time, he didn’t reach out. He just stood there, frozen, his entire body trembling.

And then, you stepped outside.

The door closed behind you with a soft click, a sound so final it made Jake flinch.

Inside, he stood motionless, staring at the empty space where you had just been. His breath came in short, ragged gasps, his heart pounding so hard it hurt. The silence around him was deafening.

And then, the first tear fell.

He wiped at it roughly, as if denying its existence would somehow make this less real. But the second one followed. Then the third. Until they wouldn’t stop, until the weight of what he had done crushed down on him entirely.

Jake had always been the kind of person who fixed things with hugs, with gentle reassurances and whispered apologies. But for the first time, he had no idea if that would be enough.

Because you were gone. And he had no idea if you would come back.

Sunghoon☆

The atmosphere in the café had shifted. What had started as a quiet afternoon together now felt suffocating, the once warm air thick with tension. Sunghoon sat across from you, his expression unreadable, but the way his fingers tapped sharply against the wooden table gave away his impatience. His coffee remained untouched, the steam curling into the air, ignored.

You noticed the tight clench of his jaw, the way his lips pressed into a thin line as he stared at you with narrowed eyes. Something was wrong.

And then, he spoke.

“Are you really going to keep ignoring it?” His voice was low, controlled, but there was an unmistakable edge beneath it, sharp and dangerous.

You blinked, confused. “Ignore what?”

Sunghoon let out a dry, humorless laugh, shaking his head slightly as if he couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“Don’t play dumb.” He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. “You’ve been smiling at that guy like an idiot all afternoon.”

It took you a second to process his words.

“The waiter?” you asked, your brows furrowing in disbelief.

Sunghoon’s jaw tightened further.

“Sunghoon, are you serious?” you let out a small chuckle, half expecting him to realize how ridiculous he sounded.

But he didn’t.

His expression only darkened. “You think this is funny?” His tone was sharper now, colder. “This isn’t the first time you do this. You always act like this, like you love getting attention from every guy who crosses your path.”

A wave of indignation surged through you, hot and immediate.

“Excuse me?” you snapped, your voice rising slightly.

Sunghoon didn’t flinch. If anything, his glare only intensified.

“Don’t pretend,” he continued, voice laced with bitterness. “You love having everyone chasing after you, don’t you? Like it’s a game. Like I’m an idiot for taking you seriously.”

The words hit you harder than you expected. Your breath caught in your throat, your fingers tightening around the strap of your bag as the accusation sank in.

He didn’t trust you.

No matter how much you had given, no matter how many times you had reassured him, he still believed that your love was something shallow, something fleeting, something you could toss aside for the next person who looked your way.

For a moment, neither of you spoke. The café’s background noise seemed distant, muffled beneath the roaring in your ears. The clinking of cups, the quiet murmur of conversations, the sound of footsteps, it all faded into nothing.

Sunghoon’s face changed almost instantly. As if the weight of his own words had just crashed down on him.

“No…” his voice faltered. “Wait.”

His anger dissolved into something else, something dangerously close to regret. His fingers twitched on the table, as if he wanted to reach for you but hesitated.

But it was too late.

You were already grabbing your bag, the chair scraping against the floor as you stood up abruptly.

“I didn’t mean that,” he said, his voice urgent now. “I swear I didn’t mean it.”

You met his gaze, your own eyes burning, not with tears, but with something worse. With disappointment. With exhaustion.

How many times had you fought this same battle? How many times had you tried to prove your love to someone who refused to see it?

Your hands trembled as you adjusted the strap of your bag, your heart pounding against your ribs.

Sunghoon reached out, fingers brushing against your wrist in a desperate attempt to stop you.

“Please,” he murmured. The anger from before was gone, replaced with something raw, something desperate. “Don’t leave like this.”

But you had already made up your mind.

You pulled your arm away, stepping back as his face crumbled.

“I can’t do this anymore,” you whispered.

The weight of those words settled between you, heavy and irreversible.

And then, without looking back, you walked away.

The bell above the café door chimed softly as you stepped outside, the cool air hitting your face like a slap. The world outside moved on as if nothing had happened, as if the conversation inside hadn’t just ripped a hole through your chest.

Behind you, Sunghoon remained frozen in place, staring at the empty space where you had just been. His breathing was unsteady, his hands curled into fists at his sides.

He had pushed too hard. Said too much.

And now, he was left with nothing but the ache of his own words, words that could never be taken back.

Sunoo☆

The apartment was quiet, too quiet, except for the distant hum of Sunoo’s voice in the other room. You weren’t trying to eavesdrop. You had only come to tell him that dinner was ready, your steps light, your mind occupied with thoughts of the meal you had prepared.

But then, his words stopped you in your tracks.

“It’s just that sometimes it’s too much…” His voice carried a weight you weren’t used to hearing from him, strained, exasperated. “I don’t know, she can just be so annoying.”

The world seemed to freeze.

Your heart clenched, a dull ache spreading through your chest.

Sunoo let out a sigh, oblivious to the way your body had gone rigid just outside the doorway. “It’s not that I don’t love her, but sometimes I feel like I have to put up with too much.”

The pain in your chest tightened, sharp and unforgiving. A lump formed in your throat, making it hard to breathe.

You didn’t need to hear more.

Instinctively, you took a step back, the slight shuffle of your foot against the floor breaking the silence. It was barely a sound, but it was enough. Enough for Sunoo to hear. Enough for him to turn around.

The moment his eyes met yours, all the color drained from his face.

“I.. no…” He immediately fumbled to hang up the phone, his voice suddenly laced with panic. “That’s not what I meant.”

You didn’t respond.

You couldn’t.

Your hands trembled as you curled them into fists at your sides, willing yourself to stay composed, to keep your emotions from spilling over.

Sunoo took a cautious step forward. “Please, let me explain.”

But you had already started moving toward the door, your body acting before your mind could catch up.

“Don’t go!” His voice was desperate now, the sharp edge from earlier completely gone. He rushed toward you, his arms reaching out as if he could physically stop you from slipping away. “I didn’t mean that, I was frustrated, I wasn’t thinking.”

But none of it mattered.

None of it could take back what he had said.

With shaking hands, you grabbed your bag, fumbling with the strap as you pulled it over your shoulder. Your breath was uneven, your mind a blur of hurt and disbelief.

You felt him step closer. “Please, don’t leave me like this,” he whispered, his voice barely holding together.

You turned just for a second, and what you saw nearly made you hesitate.

Sunoo stood there, completely shattered. His lips were parted as if searching for the right words, his eyes shining with raw desperation. He looked… afraid. Like he had just realized, too late, that he had pushed too hard, said too much.

“I was just upset,” he said quickly, trying to explain, trying to fix what was already broken. “I said something stupid. That’s not how I really feel.”

But you had already heard enough.

The words lingered in your mind, repeating over and over like an unforgiving echo.

She can be so annoying.

I have to put up with too much.

You shook your head, too drained to argue, too hurt to listen to more excuses. You felt the weight of his gaze on you, heavy with regret, with desperation. But even so, it wasn’t enough to make you stay.

“And what if it is?” you whispered, the words slipping past your lips before you could stop them.

Sunoo tensed, his breath hitching, but you didn’t wait for a response.

You turned back toward the door, your fingers wrapping around the handle as you pulled it open. The cool air from the hallway brushed against your skin, a harsh contrast to the suffocating warmth of the apartment.

“Wait,” Sunoo pleaded one last time, stepping forward like he might reach for you again, but he didn’t. He couldn’t.

Because you were already gone.

You stepped over the threshold without looking back, letting the door swing shut behind you.

Even through the barrier, you could still hear him.

Your name, falling from his lips, broken and desperate.

Begging you to stay.

To listen.

To give him another chance.

But at that moment, the pain was too overwhelming, too heavy to carry.

And so, you kept walking.

Jungwon☆

The door closed with a soft thud as Jungwon stepped into the apartment, his movements sluggish, shoulders slumped under the weight of exhaustion. He barely had the energy to slip off his shoes before trudging further inside, dragging his feet against the hardwood floor. The dim lighting of the living room cast soft shadows over his face, highlighting the fatigue etched into his features.

Without a word, he collapsed onto the couch, letting out a heavy sigh as he leaned his head back, eyes sliding shut.

“You should rest more,” you said softly, stepping closer. “You can’t keep pushing yourself like this, Jungwon. It’s not good for you.”

His eyelids fluttered open, but instead of gratitude, his expression was unreadable, blank, almost. Then, a flicker of irritation crossed his face, darkening his tired eyes.

“Don’t start,” he muttered, rubbing his temples as if your words had only added to his headache. “I already have enough on my plate.”

The sharpness in his voice caught you off guard.

“I’m not starting anything,” you said, frowning. “I just care about you.”

“Well, don’t,” he snapped.

You stiffened.

“I don’t need you telling me what to do like I’m a child.”

His words hit you harder than they should have. The weight of them settled in your chest, heavy and uncomfortable. You had only wanted to comfort him, to remind him that he didn’t have to carry everything alone. But the way he spat those words out, as if your concern was nothing more than an annoyance, made your stomach twist.

“I’m just trying to help…” you murmured, voice quieter now, less certain.

Jungwon let out a dry, humorless laugh, shaking his head.

“If you really wanted to help, you’d leave me alone.”

Silence.

The impact of his words landed like a punch to the gut. Your breath hitched slightly, but you refused to let it show. You simply stood there, staring at him, feeling a lump form in your throat.

For a moment, neither of you spoke.

Jungwon blinked, his irritation fading as realization dawned on him, too late. His body tensed, exhaustion replaced by something far worse: panic.

“No, wait…” he said quickly, pushing himself up from the couch. His movements were rushed, frantic. “I didn’t mean that.”

He reached for you, hands trembling slightly as if trying to take back the damage his words had already done.

“I’m sorry, love, really,” he pleaded, his voice softer now, almost desperate. “I’m just stressed. I shouldn’t have talked to you like that.”

You didn’t respond. You couldn’t.

His fingers brushed against your wrist, trying to hold onto you, but you instinctively stepped back. The hurt in your eyes must have been evident because Jungwon’s face crumbled.

“Please,” he whispered, his voice barely above a breath.

He leaned in slightly, as if to press a kiss to your forehead, as if physical closeness could undo the sting of his words. But before he could, you turned on your heel and walked toward the bedroom.

His heart clenched.

“Leave me alone,” you said firmly as you closed the door behind you.

Jungwon stood frozen in the hallway, staring at the closed door, the finality of it sinking in. The guilt weighed down on his chest, heavier than before, suffocating. He had spent the entire day carrying exhaustion, stress, frustration—too much of everything. And yet, now, the only thing he felt was regret.

Because this time, his words had done more damage than he could fix in a single moment.

Ni-ki☆

The room was filled with laughter, the warm hum of voices overlapping as the boys played. Controllers clicked rapidly, bursts of excitement and groans of frustration filling the air. Ni-ki sat in the middle of it all, completely absorbed in the game, his brows furrowed in intense concentration. His lips were pressed into a thin line, fingers gripping the controller tightly as he struggled to regain control after making a mistake.

You couldn’t help but smile.

“Aw, Ni-ki, you look like a baby when you get frustrated,” you teased, reaching over to gently pinch his cheek.

The others immediately latched onto your words, laughter rippling through the group.

“Yeah, our baby Ni-ki,” one of the guys added playfully.

The teasing continued, harmless in your eyes, just another joke among friends. But then, something shifted.

The controller in Ni-ki’s hands suddenly dropped with a sharp thud against the floor. The sound cut through the laughter like a knife. He stood up so abruptly that the couch creaked under the sudden movement.

“Come here,” he said, voice clipped, expression unreadable as he grabbed your wrist.

Confused, you let him pull you away from the others, the laughter fading behind you as he led you out of the room and into the hallway. The door shut with a quiet click, sealing you both away from the noise and playful energy you had just been immersed in.

It was only then that you noticed his expression, his jaw was clenched, his eyes dark with frustration.

“What was that about?” you asked, frowning.

“Can you stop doing that?”

Your brows knitted together. “Stop what?”

“Treating me like a kid,” he snapped, voice sharper than you’d ever heard it. “It’s ridiculous.”

Your stomach twisted slightly, caught off guard by the sudden hostility.

“Ni-ki, it was just a joke…” you tried to explain, your voice softer now.

“Well, it’s not funny,” he cut in, frustration seeping into every syllable. “You always do this. You think you’re so amusing, but all you do is make everyone see me as immature.”

His words stung, but before you could even react, he delivered the final blow.

“Sometimes… being with you feels like an embarrassment.”

The world around you seemed to freeze.

A heavy silence settled between you both, suffocating, crushing. Your heart clenched painfully, the weight of his words sinking in far too quickly.

Ni-ki’s eyes widened slightly, as if he had just realized what he had said. The frustration drained from his face within seconds, replaced by something much worse, panic.

“No… wait.” His voice was suddenly smaller, unsteady. “I didn’t mean that.”

But the damage had already been done.

You took a step back, your throat tightening, your fingers trembling at your sides.

“I understand,” you murmured, barely above a whisper.

“No, you don’t understand,” Ni-ki said quickly, his desperation growing with every second that passed. He reached out for your hand, but you pulled away before he could touch you.

“I was just upset,” he continued, voice raw now. “I shouldn’t have said that.”

You swallowed hard, forcing down the lump forming in your throat. You hated how much his words had affected you, how much they hurt.

“I’m leaving.”

His entire body tensed.

“No, please…” his voice cracked, his composure slipping right in front of you. “Don’t leave like this.”

You turned toward the door, feeling the burn of his gaze on you, the unspoken plea in his eyes. When he reached out again, his fingers barely grazing your wrist this time, you gently pulled away. Even through the desperation radiating off of him, you could feel the guilt settling in, consuming him.

“I’m sorry…” he whispered, his voice nearly breaking under the weight of his regret. “Please stay.”

You hesitated for just a moment, but then you shook your head.

Without another word, you stepped out of the house, the cool air hitting your skin like a harsh reminder of reality. Ni-ki didn’t try to follow you. He stood frozen in the doorway, watching you leave, his expression shattered.

It wasn’t until the door finally shut behind you that the full realization hit him, he had pushed you away. And now, all he could do was drown in the silence you left behind, guilt sinking deep into his bones.

Too late.

Want a part two? 🩷

𓂃 ִֶָ 🎀 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨! 🍥 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, @shyoko

[lomlompurim]

What if instead of waking up in the mushroom body, sqq woke up in a doll.

Something something while lbh was away in the abyss, sqq without noticing offended a misterious (demonic-succubi-esque???) cultivator with a weird thing for making dolls. She had dolls all over her secret workshop that she very kindly let him into when she heard about the famous Xiu Ya sword being in the city.

What she wanted of him? Who knows, sqq couldn't bring himself to care. She probably wanted his money or try to steal his hair, the hair of those dolls seemed very much like real hair, although he had to admit the level of details on these dolls were amazing.

(she wanted to trick him into buying one of her cursed dolls and steal his life energy little by little, but got wifebeamed by widow sqq during their conversation about how talented she was to be able to make so many dolls, and without really understanding he rejected her with little to no emotion on his face)

So she cursed him, and since sqq didn't feel anything bad at the moment he thought it just didn't work and left, not sparing the curse a single thought after their encounter.

The rest of the story goes as usual, excep that after he self detonates his soul doesn't go into the mushroom body, instead it got directly into the shape of a doll in the workshop of this woman.

His first thought is thinking someone snitched the mushroom body bc wtf wasn't he supposed to wake up under the dirt??? Why this place smells slightly familiar? Like paint and humidity and floral perfumes?? and why everything looks fucking giganourmus?!?! A teapot should NOT look that big from his position....Oh no, did the mushroom body turned out as small as a squirrel? WhAT is happening?!

And then he looks at his arms and legs, and he has joints. White paper skin with joints in his wrists, elbows, torso, waist, knees, feet. And he panics, a lot.

The woman who cursed him starts monologuing about how she trapped him now, and you are mine, I made this doll specially for you master shen, this is my revenge for your insolence to leave me yada yada- Sqq stoped listening a while ago.

Somehow he manages to escape from this woman and now he is roaming around as the size of some apples. Everything is huge. Everything is dangerous, even the grasshopers! And this body is fragile! He can't feel heat nor cold, neither hunger or other things, but he is useless with no spiritual veins inside, and if someone is not looking carefully, they might crush him. And the way back to cq is gonna be a hell of a trip! But he needs airplane to fix this. He can't stay as a doll forever! He needs a mushroom body and then fly into the sunset far from this mess! Adiós! Goodbye! So his new plan is to infiltrate into cang qiong, look for that rat and disappear. Sneaking into some disciple's pouch must be enough to break in.

Something something it only had passed a few months since lbh stole sqq's body and everything is still very fresh. CQ mountain is a hot mess. Sqh frankly needs to lay down and take a nap. Lqg keeps figthing with Lbh practially every day and coming back beaten bloody, he has his king pestering him and a lot of paperwork to do, Lbh is a pain in the ass, Yqy is really close to snap and start a war with HHP, and he knows nothing about his bro. So yeah. Such a great time to be alive.

The mushroom bodies should had been ready, right? He must be alright...Yeah. He has enough already to keep him busy. Cucumber bro is gonna come out and stumble across at any moment. No one would bat an eye if he takes a nap, right? He deserves it. He is overworked enough for another lifetime, his head hurts, his bones hurt everywhere, a short nap should be fine...

Until he feels something small tugging his robes and a cold tiny finger poking his eyelids. But he doesn't want to. He is very comfortable on the floor of his office. Whatever bird decided to pick a fight with his face can keep trying.

"AIRPLANE, WAKE UP, YOU HACK! I NEED YOU TO FIX THIS! WHY IS A WITCH WITH ANACHRONISTIC HAUNTED DOLLS IN THIS NOVEL? THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!"

That voice. That fucking annoying voice was of just one person and one person only. He opened his eyes, looking for the source of the unmistakable voice of his No1 hater, but he came across with a pretty porcelain doll. With a very ugly sneer in it's face.

"W-Wha-?...Bro-?!"

"Fucking finally! Why are you sleeping on the floor in your ofice?! I was looking around your bedroom like an idiot! Do you know how close I was to falling from your window?!"

-TBC-

[laserbobcat]

what is the relation between Narinder and the yellow cat ? If the yellow cat knows about Leshy, does he know about who is really Narinder ?

Ayoooo I ended up lore dumping HEAVILY about Morgan's entire backstory, so I'm masking it to avoid a lengthy post:

While not a disciple, Morgan is one of the oldest followers and knows quite a lot. He doesn't try and pry into the Lamb's business, but he ends up learning things from observation, or Thena, the Lamb and their spouses talking to him.

Morgan secretly hates gods, but is also entirely devoted to the Lamb. He has been since the moment they saved him from serving in the chaos cult, where his brother was killed. He tries his best being useful despite not sincerely praying for the One Who Waits, and feels guilty about what he considers is tricking his leader. He tries to make up for it by being extra kind and hard working. Morgan is the head tailor, and the one who created all of the Lamb's fleeces, that the lamb then enchants with a talisman. He's 100% on board with them killing gods, and hopes that maaaaaaybe they will cut their own in two eventually. No more gods, the dream.

He's obviously very happy with how things turned out, only one wooly god left whom he can actually trust. And the former god of death turned to just some dude is perfect, since the Lamb seems happy. And that's still one more god off the board. He just avoids him.

---

Now for Leshy, the Lamb killed him, so this new green guy has to be just another weird one like the witnesses right? The resemblance has to be a coincidence right? Let's be kind, he seems lost and on edge, and Morgan is good at putting people at ease.

When he realizes that Leshy is Leshy, he looses it and tries to straight up murder him. Huge serious bloody dangerous fight. The lamb stops both of them just before they tear each other appart, and takes Morgan aside to apologize. They should have known it would end up like this, since Morgan suffered so much in the chaos cult. But they were busy with Narinder losing his shit over his brother's presence and hoped Morgan wouldn't recognize him. They feel guilty about the whole thing, while Morgan is mortified that he lost control and ended up being a problem.

That's when the Lamb admits that they knew all along about Morgan not really praying and not being faithful to TowW, and admits to reading minds sometimes. They hoped he would just change his mind. And they genuinely like him. The reason why they started resurrecting him, is because they heard him think "Damn I hate gods so much, can't wait to stop pretending and tell TowW to go fuck himself when I die" and they freaked out. Narinder would 100% send him to hell. So they didn't let him spend more than a second in front of him and resurrected Morgan immediately. (I want to draw this as a fun comic)

They apologize for not talking about this sooner, since it let Morgan feel guilty all this time. But Morgan, far from being angry, is even more touched by the Lamb's kindness for caring about him all this time even though they knew the truth about his lack of faith.

This lifts a huge weight off of his shoulders, and he realizes he's not that angry anymore. He even start to help Leshy adapt, at first to take it off the Lamb's list of things to worry about, but ending up actually liking the idiot. Leshy says Morgan is the only fun person around and does everything he can to trigger him into figthing him. I already drew a lot of these in comics.

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Cuts to way later in the timeline, when Leshy and Morgan start to really get along.

Morgan gets really pissed at Narinder when he has to break up a fight between him and Leshy. He's furious at both their lack of gratefulness for the Lamb's kindness, and that the brothers dared to fight while they're gone on a crusade and isn't there to stop them. Gods are giant moody, selfish toddlers. Narinder is extra offended to be talked down this hard by a mortal, and asks him disdainfully if he has a death wish. Morgan loses it pretty much the same way he did when first fighting Leshy, and tells him that bitch you're mortal too now. How does it feels? Need to compensate with a big knife on a stick? Death wish you say? It's funny because death wishes are none of your concern anymore. You're insignificant. I could wipe the floor with your face and shove your scythe up your ass. When Morgan gets angry, he gets really angry.

Narinder is obviously seeing red at this point but Leshy, of all people, de-escalate the situation by dragging Morgan away, fast, and playing the "Chill, Brother, your lil Lamb would not like one of his favorite followers being murdered" card. Narinder is left seething, but does not follow.

Funny enough, it's Leshy's turn to be legit angry. About Morgan making Narinder mad enough that he would try to kill him. And that, while Leshy likes to trigger his brother into fights for shit and giggles, and knows to backpedal when things get too serious, Morgan just loses control completely and goes for the throat. Morgan is so astonished at Leshy's anger that he completely calms down, and is curious as to why the hell does he care. Leshy insists that Morgan does not fuck with his brother ever again, and Morgan promises, just so he can ask him again why is he so serious about this all of a sudden. Leshy deflates a bit and admits that if Narinder hurts the cat, he will forget about "shit an giggles" and the Lamb's threats about behaving, and actually try to gut his brother for good this time. Morgan is left a bit speechless and Leshy flees awkwardly, which makes Morgan even more puzzled.

The day after, the lamb is back, and Morgan gives Narinder a very polite and very fake apology about being rude and disrespectful to his Leader's friend and promises it won't happen again. Narinder doesn't really know how to react, he's constantly surprised that his Lamb's favorite followers are all annoying crazy freaks. he's so done at this point. he understands better why his brother likes the cat.

Yooooooooooo i just. Full backstory dump. I was supposed to write this before, i guess it's done now! The asks really trigger the ramblings lol. You can't say one thing without explaining the whole shebang...

[snuggletrophy]

So... you are dating

characters: Enhypen Sunoo x male reader

synopsis: the Enhypen members accidentally find out you and Sunoo are more than just friends

warnings: kissing, suggestive jokes?

further notes: it's actually not that gendered I think. I just wrote it with a male reader in mind and used the word boyfriend for him once or twice...

You leaned against the kitchen counter, as you watched Sunoo starting to prepare the ramen. He attentively watched the pot on the stove. Brows slightly furrowed as if he could get the water to boil by pure will. Lips pursed.

Oh those perfect lips.

Suddenly you felt hungry for something else than ramen. You kept watching him, not noticing how intense your stare got and how you subconsiously licked your lips, until Sunoo glanced at you and started laughing.

His cheeks turned pink, his eyes got small in glee and his lips stretched into a blinding smile.

You snapped out of your trance and mirrored his smile. A little confused, but content, because Sunoo seemed happy. And a happy Sunoo, was all you needed.

"You know you don't always have to ask me when you want to kiss me", Sunoo whispered and teasingly leaned closer to you. His attention not longer on the stove.

"Oh? That's good to know", you replied, smile growing wider. You stretched out your hand and cupped his cheek, softly caressing the warm skin with your thumb. You allowed yourself a second to look at him. His slightly parted lips, the increasing blush on his cheeks and the sparkle in his eyes. Then you let your hand slip behind his neck. You gently pulled him closer, until there was no more space between your lips.

Sunoo followed your directions. The stove and the ramen now fully neglected, he moved closer. One hand finding its way into your hair, while the other leaned on the kitchen counter behind you. Your own hands were wandering down his shoulders and sides, until you reached his hips. You gave him a slight squeeze, which made him giggle against your lips. A sound like an angel, but a situation a lot less innocent. With a contented sigh you pushed your hands into the backpockets of his jeans. Sunoo pressed closer to you, if that was even possible.

Your mind grew hazy, the longer you felt Sunoos lips and body moving against yours. The tugging of his fingers in your hair. The smell of his shampoo surrounding you.

Sunoo let out a tiny sigh and you tried to find your last pair of functioning brain cells to decide if ramen was worth this torture or if you should guide Sunoo back to his room.

But someone else made that decision for you.

"We thought about getting food together. Do you want- WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!", Jakes loud voice interrupted you and you felt Sunoo go stiff.

You looked into Sunoos wide eyes. He didn't move. He just stared back. You tried to casually remove your hands from Sunoos butt, but it was naive of you to think nobody would notice.

"What are you doing?", Niki echoed Jakes question, but he sounded a lot more entertained than the former. All Enhypen members were now gathered into the kitchen.

Watching you two.

Apparently they chose today for an impromptu team-dinner. Today of all days, when you and Sunoo, after weeks of stolen glances and touches had let your guards down for a moment.

"Uh", you searched for words and flinched, when Jay moved closer to you, but he just turned off the stove. The water had started boiling, but neither of you had noticed.

You shot him an uncertain smile, but turned your attention quickly back to Sunoo, when he finally moved again. He let go of you and the kitchen counter and moved a step away from you.

You suddenly felt cold. His face was hard to read. His eyes were still wide open, his cheeks red, but his lips pressed together into a tight line.

"How about we sit down for a moment and decide what to eat?", Jay suggested and gesticulated to the living room.

You all followed his instruction. Niki and Heeseung giggling, Jay figthing a smile, everyone else in shock.

The discussion about what to eat made most of you overcome your initial shock. Just you and Sunoo kept quiet, simply going with the flow and ordering whatever. You were still waiting for the blowup.

After everything was settled Jungwoon cleared his throat and looked at you and Sunoo. His face looked serious, but his eyes were twinkling with mischief.

"So... what were you doing?", he asked the intial question again.

You opened your mouth, reflexively wanting to ask if he had eyes and if he really didn't knew what the two of you had been doing, but you could stop yourself in the last moment, when you felt Sunoo straighten his back next to you. You closed your mouth again. These were his members. Not yours. And you had always assured him, that he would be the one to make the decisions about the level of publicity of your relationship.

Sumoo seemed to search for the right words, until it suddenly burst out of him: "What do you think we were doing?"

You tried to bite back a smile and turned your gaze onto your hands. You would have never been able to deliver the words with this amount of sass, even though your first instinct in answering had been the same.

"You were making out", Niki snickered and Jay sighed loudly.

You looked up again and accidentally locked eyes with Jake. He still seemed shocked and his eyes moved quickly back and forth between you and Sunoo. He was likely figuring out what had happened inside of his dorm the last few weeks. Right next door to him.

You glanced back to Sunoo. He let out a deep sigh. He had surrendered.

"I was just spending time with my boyfriend", he stated calmly.

The silence was deafening.

His hand found yours under the table. You gently squeezed his fingers.

"So... you are dating", Jay said a matter-of-factly and slowly everyone turned their heads to look at him.

"Oh come on. Don't act like it wasn't obvious!"

Silence. Again.

This time Sunoo squeezed your hand and you shared a quick glance. You both thought you had been discreet.

Which apparently you had been, just not discreet enough for Jays motherly sixth sense. Besides him, everyone seemed confused.

"I didn't", Jungwon started, remembered he was the leader and changed course, "How did it start?"

None of your business. You kept quiet.

"I don't think it's your business how I got thanked for teaching him LoL", Sunoo shot back, earning a big grin from you again.

Jake gasped.

"So that's why he's still so bad", Heeseung joked, successfully making Niki fall back into a fit of giggles.

Jungwon let out a hearty laugh, before remembering again, which role he actually wanted to fulfil. "So you were sneaking around for weeks?"

This time none of you answered.

"Okay. Maybe just be careful. If people find out..."

"Oh don't worry, for everyone else we're just friends", you finally spoke up, "That's been our deal from the start."

Now all eyes were on you and you quickly continued to explain: "When I confessed I let Sunoo decide how he wanted to continue. If he wants to be friends, I'll be his friends. If he wants to date, I'll be honored. If he wants me to leave, I'll leave. And I will keep it that way. If our official status is friends, that's what I'm going to say. If he wants to say more, I'll have his back. Sunoo is the one that has my loyality. I'm in his corner no matter what."

You looked at him and smiled. Your heart skipped a beat, when he softly returned the smile and squeezed your hand again.

Niki and Sunghoon pretended to vomit. Heeseung and Jay giggled. Jake and Jungwon kept quiet.

"So", you warily started speaking again, after you were able to free your gaze from your boyfriends face, "Everything is good?"

Jungwon let out a deep sigh.

"I guess. Officially you're friends and whatever happens here is private. Just- maybe- be considerate that we also live here..."

"The walls aren't that thick!", Jake suddenly spoke up and you couldn't help but roll your eyes.

"You didn't even notice anything until now!", Sunoo replied angrily.

Jake turned red and gasped for air.

"Vanilla boys", Niki mumbled.

Now it was Sunoo who turned red and gasped for air.

Jungwon snickered.

You smirked. "Whatever helps you sleep at night."

Jake screamed.

[ltwilliammowett]

Hello! I adore your page. Can I ask just where you've learned so much about the age of sail and in such fine detail? I dream of reaching a similar level of expertise, but have struggled to pin down a really good book/site/archive for such references. Thank you!

Hi, thanks for the compliment. There really isn't much of a secret, apart from reading and going to the relevant museums. Museums often have archives where you can get lots of books to read. But many people don't know exactly where to start. So I've put together a little list here to make it easier.

 B. Lavery, Nelson’s Navy. The Ships, Men and Organisation. 1793-1815 New Edition    (London 2012)    B. Ireland, Naval Warfare in the Age of Sail. War at Sea 1756-1815 ( London 2000)    N. Tracy, Nelson’s Battles. The Art of Victory in the Age of Sail (London 1996)    D.Davies, A brief history of Figthing Ships (London 1996)    A. Lambert, War at Sea in the Age of Sail 1650- 1850 (London 2000)    G. Wells, Naval Customs and traditions (London 1930)    P. Goodwin, HMS Victory, Pocket Manuel 1805 (London 2015)    J. Eastland a. I. Ballantyne, HMS Victory. First Rate 1765 (London 2011)    J. Bennett, Sailing into the Past. Learning from replica Ships (London 2009)    M. P. Smith, Terror at Sea. True Tales of shipwrecks, cannibalism, pirates, fire at sea & otherdire disasters in the 18th& 19th centuries (Maine, 1995)    J. Lowry, Fiddlers and whores. the candid memoirs of a surgeon in Nelson’s fleet, James Lowry, 1798 (London 2006)    B. Lavery, Royal Tars. The lower deck of the royal navy, 875-1850 (London 2010)    R. and L. Adkins, Jack Tar. Life in Nelson’s Navy (London 2008)   A. Bruce, Encyclopedia of Naval History (London 1998)   J. Black, Naval Power: A History of Warfare and the Sea from 1500 (London 2009)   N.A. M Rodger, The Safeguard of the Sea: A Naval History of Britain 660-1649 (London 1997) C. L. Symonds, The U.S. Navy: A Concise History (New York 2015)

https://naval-encyclopedia.com/ C. G. Davis, American Sailing Ships: Their Plans and History (University of Michigan 1984) B. Greenhill, The Evolution of the Wooden Ship (1988) R. Woodman, The History of the Ship: The Comprehensive Story of Seafaring from the Earliest Times to the Present Day (1998)

Admiral W. E. Smith, The Sailor's Word-Book: An Alphabetical Digest of Nautical Terms (England 1867)

And believe me, the more you read, the more little things you notice and the deeper you dig and compile lists and other notes that will help you a lot later on.

[viilovers]

Warnings: Vi x Freader! (I wanted to make one for the woman out there too!) Strap on! Sub freader! X dom pit figther vi!, eating out ¡Vi pov!

You knew Vi since you were kids..you always felt something for her...her charismatic smile, how her eyes ligth up when she teaches you the moves vander showed her, how she laughs with mylo, claggor and the others, her phisic and....well bassicly everything about her.

You where walking down to benzo's not knowing that the only person in there was Vi wrapping her hands on the bandage's she usually wears....since she wanted to figth for zaun when you open the door and see Vi pink hair as she wraps her fingers and looks up confused as she watches your form walking in "W-What are you doing here?" Vi ask as she walks closer to you even if you two where the same age but months differents she was a little taller than you "I was gonna buy somethings from benzo...what are YOU doing here?" You ask as you look up at her and she puts her hands on your hips "You have to go...now" She says serious...more serious than you ever see her (at least when she isn't around enforcers.)

"What..why?" You ask confused as she was ligthly pushing you trying to get you off the store "Come on, cupcake" She says as she looks at you worried making you frown "What are you doing, Vi?" You ask as you look at her seeing that behind her eyes she had hidden intentions before you two hears steps and then the door opening Vi push you behind her trying to cover you as you two watched Vander and benzo walking in "Vander?" VI asks as she looks at him and Vander hugs her before breaking it "You have a good heart...always remember that" Vander tells her as Benzo looks out the store "They're coming!" He yells as he watches two enforcers coming towards them and then all it's blood.

I let out a yell as i woke up sweety and breathless from the nigthmare before looking around my messy apartment and see empty bottles on the floor and i groan realizing it was just a nigthmare i slam myself on the bed before getting up stumbling around the room before I grab my leather jacket and put it on streaching my body preparing my body to recive hits as i walk out of my apartment i notice the kiraman flag on around the city making me remind all the memories i try to keep off by alchohol or figthing as i walk around the city towards the pit people could look at me and think im angry or something but in reality in my mind there was a lot of memories fyling by and one of them there was....you.....the girl i thougth that die but didn't i chuckle at the memorie when the two of us meet again.

"you ugly or just shy?" I ask as i look at a person wearing a bird's mask before they take it off and my eyes widen looking at the person behind "....Y/N" I say breathless as i get up trying to hug you but couldn't thanks to the handcuffs "you looking good...for a dead person" Your words makes me chuckle "You know i can't die, cupcake~" I say with a smile looking at you.

Back to reality i was in front of the pit i open the door and walk in instantly after walking in i was getting looked with fear, admiration and jealousy as i walk towards the locker room where i usually change to the big nigth...i heard my name begin called out as i walk out and the ligths hit my face and i look at my oponent it was the same guy i break the jaw twice i heard the ding and throw a punch on his face making him stumble and then an uppercut as a crack sound could be hear making me smirk as i knew i break his jaw again before he falls face to the floor and i walk out of the ring before i went to grab the money.

And walk towards my house i notice the door a little opened i frown as i walk inside my guard at max as i walk the small hallway and notice a familiar back cleaning the apartment "Y/N?" I ask looking at the back as you turn around with a smile "Hey Vi...you are hard to detect" You say as i shurg "That was the intention" I say as i walk closer to you "What are you doing here, cupcake?" I ask looking in your eyes as my hand was on your cheek as you lean in "I missed you" Your sincerity took me by suprise as i smile "I missed you too, cupcake" I admit as my heart was bouncing in my chest like a drum as our breaths mixed with eachother as we stare at eachother eyes.

I lean in and take your lips in mines with a smile my hands sliding down to your hips as your wrap around my neck and i lift you into the messy kitchen kissing your neck as you moan and whine and i kiss down your body taking off your pants to the floor with the panties as i kiss your hips and my hands open your thighs with a grip on them i kneel as i look in your eyes with a smile kissing your thighs softly before licking your pussy and hear you moan softly and gasp feeling a hand on top of my hair gripping it softly as i start kissing your pussy lips holding them open starting to lick them before focusing the clit kissing and sucking softly as i hear your soft moans and gasp.

One thigh was on my shoulder as i hold the other with my free hand as i keep eating you "Fuck you are sweet baby...like a cupcake" I say with a smirk as i look up at you and see your pleasured face "Shut it" You say as i giggle before keeping eating you out before i felt your thighs clench against my face and hand as you cum hard on my face "Fuck you taste good baby" I say getting up and kissing your lips with a smile as you taste yourself on my lips.

I pulled you close to me, our breath mingling as I held you against me, intoxicated by what we had shared. “And now,” I smirked, leaning close, resting my forehead against yours "I'm gonna fuck that tigth little pussy of yours" I say kissing your lips faster as i walk to the wardrobe "let me grab the strap, baby girl~" I say kissing your neck as you whine in the place before i move and open a locker and take out a pink long strap on before locking it on my hips and walk towards you with a smirk as i see your hands teasing your pussy.

I grab your hands pushing them up your head as my strap teases your cock "You want it, baby girl?" I say as my breath hit your neck and you whine "I...I need it, Vi, please" You beg as i kiss your neck "that's a good girl" I say as i push the strap inside your pussy and moan as you whine and i feel your nails digging into my shoulder "Fuck! Vi!" You moan as i move my hands grabbing your hips faster keeping you steady as my hips meet yours.

"Thats my good girl, moan no one will hear baby" I whisper in your ear as my hands where on your hips and i keep fucking you hearing your pretty noises and whines and you steady but fast gasps "You close baby?" I ask as my breath hit your neck and i kiss your lips as you nod eager to cum "Come on, cupcake~ cum for me" I say as i slap your firm but nice ass and then i feel your body shaking as you cum deep on the strap "That's it, sweetheart let it all out baby" I say kissing your lips as you gasp and shake a little after that i grab you in bride style as i carry you to the bed with a smile as we cuddle and drift to sleep...together.

(Sooo...ahm this is embarrased cause i notice i had a big! Error i had did the story just like this one but it didn't save i didn't notice and send it thinking it was all but it was only the final so sorry about it!)

[rottenangel2]

hellow, i realized that i made so much of Omen, so, here is my favs the fokin agents. HC!!!! (neutral, bc, lets be realist, most of them are toxic). Is gonna be about the dificulties of dating the agents.

also there is gonna be (i guess) a lot of mistakes, so please forgive and make blind eye and just enjoy :p

cc: Reyna, Omen, Sage n sova

WHAT KIND OF PARTNER THEY ARE?? HUH?

REYNA

She is actually really nice, kind of would destroy most of the things for the ones she really loves. Not use to get emotional conections, and if she does are really important, so, a betrayall would kill any chance of comeback (Like cheating, disrespect of boundaries, lies and stuff). Her emotional and close relationship are realy important to her, so, if something bad happened to you it would worry and scare the shit out of her, and for that she use to be really protective, and in cases, even toxic -"Why are you going out at this hour?" "you didn´t tell me!"- so if you are a "spirit" free dude, belive me, this is not gonna be the most compatible realtionship.

Whit time and trust, she gonna be more chill about it, like when your parents accept that you are not a child and start to let you date, and even drink, so she won´t be weird and that worry about your well-being, she only want one thing: a text from time on time saying that you are okay, that´s all. Reyna already have lost so many people, she can´t risk loosing you too.

OMEN

He is usually really down on himself, most insecure and distant. there is almost no diference between being his friend at being his lover, so please, patiente! Most of the figths are for not comunicate what he feels and that gonna be the biggest issue on the relationship, he doesn´t know how really say how he feel, so he just gonna feel lost on his own issues and want to do all for himself, going distant and even trating you poorly when he feels down (thing that ofc is wrong)

the only solution is time, he want time for process all of his trauma and lack of memories, and you would need time to process of how traumatized he is. If you really want to keep him by your side it gonna required a lot of comunication and silence, sometimes the silence is better than the deaf words, he want that, not empty words. He gonna be kniting and thinking, leeting the stress out, and you? by his side doing something by your own. Understand the others need gonna be the damn key, and he really NEED to feel like you understand.

SAGE

She doesn´t have time for a relationship, the kind of girl that feels like a busy billionaire because is IMPOSIBLE that every day of her damn week is already fully whit a activity of vital importance, belive me, having these kinds of relation ship is tiring. At the start gonna feel like -"Okay, she is bussy, no problem" but then??? it gonna feel like she is not putting enough effort, even if she is trying, she don´t gonna be able to give you the time a realtionship need, almost like being single 3 weeks per.month

There is no solution, job is job, and whit the monasterio and protocol, damn.

SOVA

Bussy, bussy bussy (haha pussy), he usually want to be free of the work, but is his only financial income and he doens´t want to think on his personal stuff, so he usually hide himselft on it. The main problem is not when he is out, he is attentive, text you, send you pics when he can, and try to be in your arms all the time he can, but when he is you he have almost 10% batery on, only craving sleep, cuddling and being spoiled, sound cute, but when is always like that is usaully tiring and feel like you are his nany more than a partner, and this can lead to figths, figths that he would feel like invalid or overreacting, and that word gonna piss you off.

This could lead to a break up or a main inconvenience that yes or YES gotta be talked deeply, but guess, OH! he is to tired for argue.

[my-castles-crumbling]

Hello, I think we are mutuals? Anyway I need to talk about it with someone and nobody is in the mood for it, so I might just speak here and you can answer or not. For context I am an adult lesbian from Argentina so everything that I'm about to say is really personal. The president of my country is a big MAGA fanboy, the little shit has been over his heels for Trump since the orange man has shown a little attention to him, recently the whole country saw Trump shit on latinos and thought "well, you are dumb if you as a latino love the orange man", so the president to maintain his chair near Trump decided to go to davos (a conference about economy) and say the most insane bullshit I've ever heard. He said that gay couples shouldn't adopt because they are most likely to rape the children, that trans surgery and hormon replacement shouldn't be allowed and that trans people support genital mutilation, he said that femicides aren't real because men also kill other men, and a lot of more shit that at least I knew that he had said it before being president but never acted on it. Now I wake up to the news that his party will try to remove the character of femicide from the civil code. He had said that he also wants to ban abortion (it was recently approved in 2020 after a lot of figth search marea verde Argentina), he defunded hormonal change (here we have public medicine so trans people used to have access to it, not the easiest to get but still better than none), he defunded hiv treatment (and his party calls it the gay virus) and a lot of fucked up stuff like acting like the congress doesn't exist and paying people to get laws approved. I am afraid, he wants to use our suffer to hide his economics mistakes and the fact that he has nazis (yes, actual nazis, yes people from the nazi as in germany 1945 nazi party) in the goverment. I am really frustrated, nobody cares, nobody talks seriously about it and just last year a man burned alive four lesbians (of course the goverment said it wasn't important). I might just get murdered and nobody would care, the goverment calls me and every university student a terrorist for angry because they defunded public education and people just nods. I hate everything that's going on and I don't need first world pity just some knowledge of what is going on here, tiktok goes down a few hours and everyone goes insane, gay people in my country are getting hunted down and nobody bats an eye. It's frustrating to live like this really. Sorry for the rant I'm just really angry and I don't know who to talk to. Thanks for reading if you do ♡

Hi <3 Please don't be sorry about the rant. I don't think anything I say can really help in this situation so I'm going to post this so hopefully more people can learn about what's happening. I'm sending you love, though.

[6rookie-writer0110]

By your shadow

Tara Carpenter x Male Reader

Request: Could you do a tara carpenter x male reader, either scream 5 or 6, where reader is maybe a part of league of shadows and saves her from the killers, Tara knows very little about his past, both killer just looking at him in his gear, ‘and who might you be’, ‘death’ and ends up figthing Them, or something like that, either way, I love your stuff and you Can do whatever you want with this.

Tara went to see sister Sam, but they got into an argument.

“Sam, stop” Tara sighed.

“I mean it, I don't trust him. We barely know him and you don't even know what city he is from. I don't think he is good enough for you” Sam said.

“He makes me happy and I care about him a lot,” Tara said.

“Open your eyes! I think you should break up with him” Sam said.

“I’m leaving!” Tara yelled.

Tara left and she took a cab to your place. You are happy to see her but you can tell she isn't happy.

“What happened?” You asked.

“I got into an argument with Sam again. She doesn't trust you and wants me to dump you” Tara said.

“An what do you want?” You asked.

“You make me happy, Y/n, and I mean it. I haven't been this happy in a long time” Tara said.

You wrapped your arms around and kissed her head. She is holding you tight and you hold her for a few seconds.

“Can I stay the night?” Tara asked.

“Yeah, you can. I wouldn't say no to you, babe” You said.

You and Tara start to smile at each other. She went to change her clothes and she is wearing your long sleeve shirt. Then you and Tara sit and start to make dinner together.

“Y/n, what city you used to live in?” Tara asked.

“I already told you, don't you remember?” You asked.

“No, I forgot,” Tara said.

You were about to say it, but your cell phone started to ring. Tara noticed it is an unknown number but you picked it up.

“Hello...” You said.

You are being told what is your next mission and where to meet. You hang up and don't say anything about it.

“Who was that?” Tara asked.

“It was a machine, said my Amazon account is closed but it's a lie,” You said.

You put the food on the table and she knows you are lying. But she doesn't ask any questions, now you and Tara start to eat dinner.

Much later, you and Tara went to sleep. But she couldn't sleep but you are sleeping, you have your arm around her body. She starts to think about what Sam said and thinks about what she knows about you. She doesn't know a lot about you and she doesn't know when is your birthday, she starts to think what kind of relationship she is in. She gently moved your arm away from her and slowly got out of bed. You didn't notice and you didn't wake up. She grabbed your cell phone and went to the bathroom, she locked the door.

She knows your password because one time she had to use it. She went through your texts, which weren't a lot. You have online friends that you send funny memes the only texts she saw the most, were between you and her. Then she went to phone call history, she noticed a lot of unknown phone numbers. But one phone number stood out and she called it and someone picked up...

“Thank you for calling, Ray’s butcher shop. What's your next kill?” She said.

She hangs up and she downloads a tracking app, and she hides the app with the other apps. You woke up and walked towards the bathroom and you try to open the door. She got scared and quickly hides the phone in her pocket, then she opened the door.

“Hey, babe,” Tara said.

“Sorry, I didn't know you were in the bathroom” You yawned.

“I’m done” Tara smiled.

She went back to the room and you went into the bathroom. She put the phone back on the nightstand, then she got her phone and took a picture of your state ID. You come back later, then she cuddles with you again.

----

Tara has been checking your locations on her phone. She is starting to feel bad about it and she doesn't want to tell Sam about it. She texted so that you can go to her house. Before you go, you went to pick up snacks for her.

But Ghostface starts to attack Tara. She tried running towards the door but Ghostface slashed her in the stomach. She tries calling the cops then she starts to run away to the kitchen. She is panicking and crying, then she grabbed the knife and starts to move slowly. But Ghostface jumped out of nowhere and grabbed her. Ghostface stabbed her in the stomach then they start to fight. Ghostface grabbed her by the hair, then pushed her to the floor. She tries to get away but Ghostface starts to hurt her again.

You arrived at the house and you hear her screaming. You see Ghostface and you tackle Ghostface and you start to punch the killer in the face. You hear the cops but you don't stop then Ghostface slashed your cheek and then pushed you away. The killer runs away but you run towards Tara.

“Babe, I'm here now. What happened?” You said.

You add pressure to her stomach, and you hold her tight.

“It was Ghostface!” Tara cried.

Sam arrived at the house and she thinks you hurt her sister. She punched you in the face then you moved away from Tara.

“You hurt my sister!” Sam yelled.

“It wasn't me!” You yelled.

She grabbed the knife and tries to stab you. But you dodge every attack, if she wasn't Tara’s sister then you would have fought back. The cops rushed inside and told you two to stop

“He attacked my sister!” Sam yelled.

“Not true! I just got here and it was Ghostface!” You said.

But they start to arrest you and they get help for Tara. Cop took you to the police station. You start to tell them what happened and Sam went with Tara to the hospital.

Hours Later... You went to the hospital to see your girlfriend. But Sam and her friends are there and Sam is glaring at you.

“I came to see her not you,” You said.

“You should leave, Y/n,” Sam said.

“Tara, how are you feeling?” You asked.

“You should leave, Y/n,” Tara said.

“What... Why?” You said.

“I don't trust you. I don't know anything about you at all. And I don't know when is your birthday” Tara said.

“Not this again. Tara, I told you is complicated” You said.

“Y/n, just leave!” Tara yelled.

Chad put his hand on your shoulder.

“She said to leave, Y/n” Chad said.

“Touch me again, I will snap your neck into two pieces,” You said.

“You won't do anything,” Chad said.

You pushed him then he pushed you back, and everyone stepped in before you or him started to fight.

“Just leave,” Tara said.

You leave the room and rushed home.

✬ ✬ ✬ ✯

You haven't spoken to Tara in a week. You tried calling and texting but she doesn't answer back. You have been training hard and you sharpen your blades. You asked an old friend for help then you search online for Ghostface killings etc. Your friend is a cop and he managed to get the files of Ghostface for you. You start to read everything and start to put everything together so far. But you wanted to call Tara but you didn't, you think she won't believe you.

Tara has been staying with Sam and Danny but Tara mostly stays in her room. But they do try to figure out who is Ghostface. Sam thinks it's you but Tara doesn't believe that. Chad tries to convince Tara not to get back to you, but she doesn't want to talk about it.

---

Ghostface started to chase Sam and Tara. But the killers managed to attack Tara and her friends, now they need to stop the two killers. Tara called you and she is hiding in the closet

“Tara?” You asked.

“Y/n, I need you. They are back. We thought it was one but it's two or three, I don't know but they are trying to kill us” Tara cried.

“Where are you?” You asked.

“Sam’s apartment. She lives by the old theater” Tara said.

“Listen to me, just go there with your sister. I will be there soon! Okay. I will protect you and Sam” You said.

“Okay!” Tara said.

You heard Tara scream and she dropped her cell phone. You put on your suit and then your mask, and you grabbed your blades. You knew where the old theater is and you didn't waste time getting there. Sam and Tara ran to the old theater, but the killers are steps ahead of them. Sam used her gun to shoot them but she kept missing.

Ghostface chased Tara and Sam toward the edge of the balcony. Then another killer appeared.

“You would be in the movie, Sam. We just couldn't let the franchise die” Ghostface said.

“But why?” Sam asked.

Ghostface takes off the mask and they are in shock.

“Richie!?” Tara yelled.

“They keep messing up the franchise and it bothered me so much! And we had to do something about it” Richie said.

“You attacked me at my house?” Tara asked.

“Yeah, I had to do it. I got so close to seeing you bleed out but your stupid boyfriend ruined the moment for me!” Richie yelled.

The other killer takes off the mask and it's Amber.

“You are in this too?!” Sam yelled.

“Yeah, he is right about the franchise. It was fun watching you blame the wrong person for this” Amber smirked.

You arrived and threw ninja stars at their legs, they are in pain.

“A third killer!?” Tara yelled.

“No. It's just us two” Amber said.

“Who the hell are you?” Richie asked.

“Death,” You said.

Richie run towards you and he tried to stab you. But you grabbed his hand and then punched him in the face. The girls watch you fight Richie then he tried to stab you in the face but again, you grabbed his hand and snapped it in two. Richie is screaming in pain. Amber used her shotgun and you run for cover. Sam kicked Richie in the face then you throw a dagger toward Amber, it got her in the chest. Then Tara ran towards Amber and pushed the dagger deep into her chest, she starts to bleed out.

“Die, bitch!” Tara said.

She takes out the dagger and starts to stab Amber multiple times. Amber dropped to the floor and bleeds out. Then Richie grabbed Tara and pressed the knife hard against her neck.

“Come out, now or she will die! Don't think about it, Sam because one step you make then I will kill her” Richie yelled.

You come out.

“Don’t hurt her” You said.

“Take off the mask, now!” Richie screamed.

You take off the mask.

“Y/n?” Tara said.

Then you felt a gun press your head and it's Wayne Bailey.

“Put your hands up,” Wayne said.

“Fine,” You said.

You slowly put your hands behind your head, you secretly take out the hidden blade from your left wrist. You slowly turned around

“You should have stayed away, Y/n. But you still have to die” Wayne said.

“Or you can turn yourself in,” You said.

“Funny guy,” Wayne said.

You turn slowly before he pulled the trigger, you sued the hidden blade to cut his forearm. He drops the gun and screams in pain then you stabbed him in the chest. He falls to the floor then you turned around and you glare at Richie.

“You ruined everything, Y/n” Richie yelled.

He stabbed Tara in the stomach and then pushed her over the rail. But she managed to grab the rail but Richie starts to run away. You run towards Tara and you grabbed her hand. But Sam went after Richie and she took your dagger.

“Don’t let go!” You said.

“I can't hold on any longer” Tara cries.

“I got you!” You said.

You use all your strength and you pulled her over the rail. You had pressure on the wound

“I will explain later, I promise,” You said.

“You better tell me the fucking truth, Y/n,” Tara said.

You nod then you put on the mask, then go help Sam. But she killed him and she aims the gun at you.

“Are you really going to do this?” You asked.

You and Sam hear the cops running in the building. They are yelling freeze, then you used smoke bombs to escape. Sam and the cops start to cough. Sam and Tara are taken to the hospital.

✬ ✬ ✬ ✯

Tara has been in the hospital for days, while she was there you didn't call or visit her. Only Sam and her friends went to see Tara. But she has been thinking about you and the relationship, she is feeling overwhelmed.

“Has he come to visit?” Sam asked.

“No. And he hasn't called or texted me” Tara said.

“What are you going to do?” Sam asked.

“I don't know. I know you want me to break up with him” Tara said.

“Yeah, I want you to date someone else. Right now, just focus on getting better” Sam said.

“Yeah,” Tara said.

----

Tara went to your place and you are happy to see her.

“I'm sorry, I haven't called or visited you at the hospital. I wasn't sure if you wanted to see me” You said.

“I get it. Y/n, but I need you to tell me the truth and I mean everything” Tara said.

“Okay. I lied about my past because it was complicated. Since I was two years old, I was thought to be an assassin. I never experienced normal birthdays or holidays or my mom taking me to buy ice cream. I would train from dawn until nighttime or I would be forced to train without sleep. My mom and my grandpa were the leaders of the cult. And when I got older I moved around and stayed away from them. I didn't tell you because I didn't want to lose you” You said.

You went to the room and you show the outfit. Then you take out the weapons and she is speechless.

“I'm in shock,” Tara said.

“There is a reason we haven't had sex,” You said.

“Why?” Tara asked.

You take off your shirt then your pants, now you just have on your briefs. You have many scars all over your body

“I didn't feel comfortable being naked, because of my scars,” You said.

“You got the scars from the training?” Tara asked

“Yes and some from fighting my enemies,” You said.

“You don't have many friends? When I went through your phone, I saw a number and it was a butcher shop but you called over ten times” Tara said.

“No, I don't have a lot of friends. I have some online friends and one in real life. I figured out, that you went through my phone. I saw the tracking app and I deleted it. Oh about that, to make money I hunt down bad guys and kill them for a fee” You said.

“You can't be fucking serious,” Tara said.

“I’m not lying about that. If you don't want to date me then it's fine and I will understand. I don't want you to feel like I'm forcing you to date me. When I met you, I knew you are the one for me. I'm sorry I lied” You said.

She walked towards you, gently put her hand on your cheek and you slightly bend down then she starts to kiss you. You don't stop her and you are kissing her back.

“You still can be my boyfriend” Tara smiled.

“Cool. Do you want to stay? Or we can go out to eat?” You said.

“Put your clothes back on. And your scars don't change my feelings how I feel about you, Y/n and I still think you are cute” Tara said.

You start to put your clothes back on. You and Tara go out to eat while walking to the restaurant you and Tara hold hands.

[msbunnat]

thoughts on epic Calypso?

hm

This is tricky, but I will try. I dont hate her or think she SA'ed Odysseus. I think she is pushy, yes, but she never forced him to do anything in EPIC. I think people go a lilttle to harsh on her, wanting to 'protect' Odysseus, as if he was a helpless child, when he can easyly manipulate and decive Calypso to not have any sex with her. I hate how everytime someone is some kinda of victim the majoryty of the public try to see as if the character lost all agency, as if they cant fight for themselfs, when they figth a lot. I trully belive that nothing sexual happend and Calypso is not this monster some fans like to portrait her.

But I cant forget some contexts of the Odssey when I analyze EPIC, as for example, Calypso is also traped in that island (its a punishment for being on the titans side of the war, if I'm correct). Calypso also loved Odysseu because he was the first person to appear in CENTURYES. And in some versions Odysseus sleep with her and was ok with it, as for ancient greek this was not cheating because Calypso 'seduced'(she was just beautifull) Odysseus and he stayed with her over years because he wanted too. Does any of this excuse any abusive behavior as traping Odysseus with her in the island? NO! But she is not a pervert monster and Odysseus is not helpless little boy (he survive poseidon, scylla... my god guys, its crazy think this man would be helpless in any scenario, to me he was able to deny and be with Calypso all this years with not being SA'ed just trinckying her with smooth talk). I see that EPIC Calypso is way more soft and gentle, so I tend to be more sympatetic with her (maybe because the singer is so cute too u.u). In the end I like to have complex fellings about characters, and her is a good example.

By any means I'm saying a real man in a real situation cant be abused by woman in a lot of contexts, I'm here talking especifally about Odysseus and Calypso.

[justanerddummie]

I've got a lot of things to say about s2 so I'll divide them in two posts, spoilers after the cut beware

First thing first, the intro, it's beautiful I love it, it gives us a lot of information about every character and what they're going through, about how each and everyone of them is changing and that's exactly why I think it will change before the end of the season, once everyone is focus. I don't think it will change every act, even though I'd love that but I'd surprised if it didn't change at all.

Now let's talk about the juicy stuff.

Jinx

What I really want to talk about is the figth with Vi and Cait. I really don't think Jinx went there with the intention of dying, I think she went there with the intention of killing both Vi and Powder for good, and also found herself face to face with the monster she created, Caitlyn. When Caitlyn shot her finger off was probably the first time we've seen, Jinx, not Powder, actually being terrified and what is Jinx if not a mask, a persona that Powder has learnt to wear to survive the undercity when she was alone the first time around. Right now Powder needs people more than ever, she needs Ishta and she needs Sevika because Jinx isn't working anymore she needs to find a new way to be able to survive and I think it's the perfect timing for her to become the face of the revolution, because she's ready to accept people in her life once more, because simply surviving by being the baddest bitch around isn't viable anymore, she needs an higher purpose to move her forward and finally bring her out of the metaphorical cage her past rappresents. I can really see Jinx take on the role of protector this season, to the undercity, to Ishta and maybe Vi? After watching her stand up to Cait, literally blocking her bullets with her own body, I think Jinx has realized that even though Vi has made a lot of awful decision, she is still there, she just needs a little push to remember who she is. Let's be real the nothing else to lose clip has basically told us that they were teaming up again, we're getting the sisters back together this is just something that re-enforces the theory.

Sevika and Ishta

Ok, this is rough because I'm just speculating and I have nothing to base this hunch on, but I unfortunately think that Ishta is going to die, and that Sevika is going to betray Jinx. The only thing that supports this insane theory is that Arcane is a story told in cycles the end for how awful it is will never change, it's always the characters making the same mistakes of the past and to whom do we see Jinx being compared to? Vander. And who did Sevika betray? yep Vander. I'm pretty sure I'm wrong but I can totally see Sevika become the next Vander or Silco, by the end of the season, and I guess a lot of people think it's going to be Jinx but as Jinx has said herself to Smeech, "every one that gets close to me dies". Ishta and the people of the undercity are going to be collateral damage and this will prompt Sevika to turn on Jinx.

Ekko

He's the only one who got the assignment. He's the only one who tries to break the cycle of violence, he tries to do it with Jinx even though he gets blown up by a granade as a thank you and he breaks it with Heimerdinger without pointing the finder and this time he manages to get an ally in fighting the arcane pollution. No notes here, Ekko is the bestest boy.

Mel

I think the intro is telling us that by the end of the season Mel is going to be in the position Ambessa was in the blood and tears music video. I might be wrong but I can see her understanding what the fuck is Ambessa up against and choose to take her family side here. She is ready to become both the fox and the wolf (poor Jayce, he's going to get through another divorce). Also hasn't Mel been revealed a mage by the catastrophic promotional campaign? I guess that would explain how she and Jayce are unscathed.

Viktor

Jesus Viktor is kind of hot, I would love to talk about him but he's barely even been shown and I know basically nothing about lol lore. I can't understand if he's a good guy, a bad guy or a secret third option, so far I can only say that if he's able to control the arcane pollution in order to heal people he could be of help to Ekko.

Jayce

He keeps changing his mind on everything as usual, but I personally could have not argued with what he said to Viktor during the divorce. He was right morality means nothing if you have a chance of saving your friend's life. Other than that, I loved the weird glitchy thing at the base of the hex gates and how Ekko basically told him he's to blame for the arcane pollution that is destroying his home. Really hope Jayce owns up to it and does something to actually fix his mistakes.

Ambessa

I loved how she controls the scene while basically being background. The way she regards Caitlyn when she shuts Salo up at the meeting. It's obvious she thinks she's finally found the perfect person for the job, Caitlyn has the power to make Jayce build weapon with hextech, her family name carries way more respect than Salo, and what's more she's a decorated officer, the one who managed to uncover Marcus corruption. I mean she'd be every fascist wet dream, it's pretty obvious that the big houses of Piltover will get behind her without saying a word. Salo on the other hand would have been a much thougher sale, even if safer. Let's be real Caitlyn isn't a coward or an idiot like Salo and for as much as Ambessa will be trying to manipulate her, Caitlyn will be breathing down her neck. It's obvious at least to me that if the leader of a foreign country is offering help she will want something in return and Caitlyn being the daughter of a councilor will at least have had a bit of training in politics and know at least the basics. I can see Cait bend her morality to the limit willingly, but not fall for the manipulation, not completely at least. I really hope she'll not be that stupid, but I guess we'll have to see.

Cait and Vi will get their own post, cause seriously there is just too much to talk about.

[alex31624]

Kinda of a AU in a AU question but if you rebooted Star Force what would you do?

Sorry for the wait @carabcod000, I just finished reading Star Force Rebel Academy, so now I can answer this.

I imagine that when you said rebooting you mean in the DT17 universe, let's see…

The main protagonists will be Webby, May and June. It may be an obvious choice coming from me, but it has its reasons. The power of the Rebels came from imagination, Webby have a lot of that, June could learn quickly about it. But May is a logical being; it would add a bit of conflict on the story having May to learn to use her imagination.

After Donald kidnaping, HDL, Lena, Violet, Boyd and Gosalyn join the story. We have all 10 kids here.

Instead of skating, the Darkk Academy students actually fight Webby, May and June. In the first encounter with Cip, Webby use the full power of imagination to beat the students. June is fascinated and wants to learn everything about it, May is not that impress.

Keep Professor Darkkness, Negas and all the Darkk Academy and Rebel students the same. I like them.

Lena and Gosalyn take Morty and Ferdie place in the infiltration mission. June is the one who goes with them and the one who make a conection with Negas. With her easy-going, positive attitude, June is the perfect choice to win over Negas and turn him into an ally. I don't know if I want a romance between Negas and June, I like the idea of she being his first real friend.

Let's have Violet being the one who crashes into the planet with Negas. A Senior Woodchuck will survive there, no problem.

Newton cameo is replaced by Fenton.

We have Webby, Lena, Huey and Dewey trapped in the bubbles, June traveling with Negas, and Gosalyn, Louie, Violet, Boyd and May in the Artic.

To the time travel mission, are going Webby, May, June and Boyd. Once again, Newton part is replaced by Fenton. It has been said only kids have the power to make Cip printing work, but I think Fenton have a good chance to make it. Also, since he's Gizmoduck, it make sense to him wanted to figth evil rigth away.

Those would be the key changes I would do to make it work in the DT17 universe. The tone of the story would change a bit to make the mechas a bit more "cool" (even tho I loved everyone of them).

And that's it. I really liked it Star Force Rebel Academy. It was a fun, awesome adventure. I think DT17 could make something awesome if is given that scenario.

Thanks for the ask.

[immaturityofthomasastruc]

One of my main problems with miraculous is the main villain and how little he’s actually doing in story most of the time

Gabriel never truly gains the own self claimed rivalry he has with ladybug, she ruins he’s plans but in most encounters he just sends minions and someone else screws up (all Akumas being very dumb or guillable, a new hero appearing or the heroes genuinely beating him fair and square) like when he used all miraculous and got himself stunned for overusing ALL miraculous like a idiot

Ladybug never truly defeated Hawkmoth (I’m heroes day she needed back up and he ran away, in sentibug he and Mayura ran away, same for miracle queen, her amulets were useless against mega Akumas, she lose the miraculous to Felix, escaped again by cataclysm himself and we all now how the final battle ended) her only wins against him (not a Akuma or goon, HIM) are getting the bunny miraculous back and in one of the world specials in which she had lots and lots of help

Series’s which last more than three seasons has their heroes constantly facing the villain because otherwise the foe will feel nonexistent after they only see it a couple of times in 72 episodes!

They never feel like foes, there’s examples of good villains like this like the emperor which has this constant presence and power and he’s made even better in the prequels when he appears unchanged but has a lot more involvement in the story at the end, just like Gabriel should (starts the events but in the end he triggers the most important things and brings it all to a climax) the problem is how incompetent he is (so he can’t be a master planner) and how weak he’s been portrayed has after season 2, went from beating the main two alone and without a weapon, to losing against POWERLESS TEENAGERS WITH CONDIMENTS WHEN HAVING TWO MIRACULOUS, ONE OF WHICH IS CREATION ITSELF!!! (so he can’t be threatening by power) and Nathalie is the actual brains of the operation making him look incompetent,weak and stupid all at the same time

A villain with a grudge like Gabriel’s would be constantly figthing agaisnt the heroes and losing by ability of the heroes and not by luck

Heroes constantly chasing after him, heroes he has a genuinely hard time facing, heroes who make him lose things (like going to prison, losing Allie’s, losing the Mcguffin, hurting someone beloved to the bad guy like a right hand)

Gabriel can work has villain, but not one who has a obsession like the Joker, or someone you can feel the hate coming from like Eggman, not even a rival’s who have a long story like Bowser

Because by all accounts he shouldn’t care about the heroes, only their miraculous, ladybug has only pushed he’s plans back but never succeeded at even making him lose something

That’s my other problem, Gabriel acts like ladybug won the war when in reality she had only wan battles, but never made any progress (Gabriel was actually the one winning the war with getting rid of the guardian and damning Chloe and having the zodiac miraculous)

He does the bare minimum, is portrayed has a easy to beat trash, the heroes do nothing to beat him making him constantly somewhat win the important battles by doing nothing, and it never feels like there’s a real rivalry or fiendship

Even shows 10 times worse than miraculous Can do actually good villains, even parody’s can make better villains, even telenovelas can make better villains!!!!

Honestly, the show should have just booted Gabriel from the main villain spot by the end of Season 3, maybe Season 4, because at this point, he's long overstayed his welcome, even if he wasn't a complete moron.

I said the Biggest Idiot Award was lifted from Phelous' reviews of Ninja Turtles: The Next Mutation, but there's one clip in particular that can be used to explain how inept both the heroes and villains are.

Like you said, the finale clearly tried to make the final battle between Bug Noire and Monarch as epic as possible, like Superman vs Lex Luthor, but Marinette and Gabriel have spent so little time together, you just can't get invested in their supposedly bitter rivalry. Even the finale made a bigger deal about their connection being their respective relationships with Adrien instead of their roles as hero and villain.

[starrycassi]

Once for Christmas or wtv they do there the director gifted all the kids a sword,/knigths plushie and Ballister was the only one that got a dragon one.

However, he was THRILLED because Ambrosius thought that it was the coolest thing ever that now they got to play "Slay the Monster" and this resulted in a teacher finding Ballister on top of a broom closet, hugging his dragon and laughing his ass off, while Ambrosius, pouting and gripping his little knigth on his hand, screaming tahat climbing up there was cheating because Ballister was "flexible like a snake!"

Ambrosius defended that plushie to DEATH, everyday for the next month he got into a figth that kinda went like this: "We don't care that you don't want to play with us, because Ballister has the best toy ever. Everyone has a knight, Todd. I have millions at home, like everyone else in the class. A monster is funnier because you can punch it. What are you going to do with a bunch of knigths and not a single monster, uh? Run around? It's boring. What are you going to do? Yeah, that's what I thought. Come on, bal. Don't talk to them" with all the sass his little body could muster up.

So fuck you Director they loved it a lot.