#this ended up a lot more monochromatic than I expected it to

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menace (pjm) — pt. vi

Pairing: Park Jimin x Kim!Reader Type: 6/6 (Mini Series) ⇢ Previous Chapter | Masterlist Genre: Smut + Fluff Rating: M (18+) Word Count: 6k+ Summary: This Valentine’s Day looks a lot different than the last one. AUs: Older brother’s best friend, fuck buddies that hate(d) each other CW: Reader is AFAB & queer, Jimin is so soft omg, ✨vulnerability✨, so much kissing wtf who am i?, nipple play, fingering (v), unprotected sex (p in v), DID I SAY SOFTNESS? A/N: Thank youuuuuu to everyone that stuck with me and these two idiots until the very end 💕 If you get lonely now that this is over, check out the rest of my masterlist. ⚠️ 18+ only ⚠️ minors and ageless blogs will be blocked. my content is not for you. i do not want to interact with you. please respect my boundaries.

It was odd, starting over with someone you’d known longer than nearly everyone else in your life. Jimin wasn’t a stranger by any means; he’d always been present, life running parallel to yours, but you’d never truly seen him up close. 

Not accurately, anyway.

When you were younger, the pedestal you put him on kept the sun in your eyes. You’d have to squint to see his shortcomings, but you never did. Maybe that was one of yours, willful blindness. As far as you knew then — or, rather, as far as you bothered to look — Jimin had none. All he had was a bright, white light.

After that pedestal crumbled and Icarus took a swan-dive to the sub-basement of your expectations, the shadows down there warped the flaws you finally recognized. A trick of the light, they exaggerated every shitty thing you thought you saw and made them all worse. Scarier, even. Worth hating.

Once you finally allowed him to exist on equal footing, you realized that Jimin wasn’t made to be viewed in such high contrast. He wasn’t the monochromatic figure you’d mythologized, not two-dimensional. In reality, he was a prism refracting a thousand different, complicated colors that you hadn’t been giving him due credit for.

The first shade you discovered was the one that broke your brain the most.  Jimin — the only person you knew that never responded to anyone’s calls or texts — wasn’t actually as solitary as he seemed. Really, the only thing he hated more than being by himself was having to admit that fact to anyone, especially you. 

So, instead of calling to invite you along on his errand runs, he started showing up at your door to ask, “You’re not busy right now, are you?”

And just like that, without meaning to, you learned his routine. Another shade.

Every other Sunday, you’d wake up a little earlier than usual. No matter how tired or hungover you were, you would crawl out of your bed, into your well-functioning shower, and make yourself presentable. Then, when you no longer looked like a hobgoblin, you’d sit on your couch with your tea.

None of it was a conscious decision — waiting in the nearest seat to your front door, angling yourself so you could keep an eye on the driveway — at least, not at first. In fact, you didn’t even notice what you were doing until your newly-acquired therapist pointed it out.

“It sounds like you’re making space in your life for him, brick by brick.”

You laughed it off when she said it, but as weeks flew by, you finally had to concede that she was right. She was right about something else, too: you hadn’t been viewing yourself fairly, either. 

“Cellophane can be iridescent, too, if you hold it right.”

Whatever shades of your own that you uncovered, you gradually learned to let Jimin see, too. He picked up on all of your intricacies much faster than you did — because of course he did — and unlike you, he didn’t stumble upon revelations by surprise. He didn’t muddle through your less-pretty shades by trial and error, like you did. To the contrary, he had an unexpected knack for anticipating your reactions, and he planned accordingly.

Everything he did was purposeful, from his choice of words to his actions. Like exhuming his phone from his pocket — “only because it’s you” — to let you know if he was running late to plans you’d made. It was rare that he didn’t show up on time, but whenever he couldn’t, he’d call to promise that he really was on his way. And he always was, no matter how shitty the weather was, or how much he might’ve wanted an extra hour of sleep.

Jimin and all his shades showed up for you.

On Christmas, when Seokjin’s part-time girlfriend threw a dinner party without knowing what the fuck she’d signed up for. You were three-quarters through a bottle of wine before you were pulled in to take over meal preparations with Seokjin; and although Jimin was mostly useless in front of a stove, he was good at fetching whatever you’d need next without you having to point to it. He was even better at keeping your respective glasses full, which felt even more important. Washing dishes after the fact wasn’t all that bad with him there, also drunk off his face, drying them.

On New Years’ Eve, when Jimin was too sick to join the bar crawl but still set an alarm to wake up and call you — right at midnight. You stepped out onto a snow-slicked sidewalk in order to hear him, disappointing the hell out of the girl whose lips wanted to kiss you into the new year. You ignored her pout, ignored the chill in the air, and focused on the way Jimin’s raspy voice had dropped an octave. He was asleep when you swung by shortly after with a box of tissues and a bottle of decongestants, but that didn’t matter; his spare key wasn’t well hidden, either.

And again — now — on Valentine’s Day, when you both decided to blow off Seokjin’s deranged, annual Parent Trap scenario.

Sprawled out on his couch like you owned the place, you scrolled idly through Netflix’s home page with your face scrunched. The hand not holding the remote dipped down into the bag of kkokalcorn chips resting on your chest.

“You’ve got an identity crisis in your watch history, Jimin,” you yelled out to him, hoping he’d hear your teasing clearly from where he stood in his kitchen. “I’m having trouble believing that you’re not actually a middle-aged white woman.”

At this, he stopped rummaging through his refrigerator and stood straight up to glare at you. His eyes and mouth all flattened into matching, straight lines.

You rattled off your findings, nudging him further. “The Notebook, Sleepless in Seattle —”

With every title you dropped, so did one of Jimin’s heavy footfalls. He was halfway to you, scowl growing, in the blink of an eye.

“10 Things I Hate About You?” You snorted. “Little too on the nose, don’t you think?”

Standing at the other side of his coffee table, he parked his hands on his hips and scoffed. “My choices are being criticized by an entire adult with corn-chip witch fingers? Are you kidding?”

Sheepishly, you pulled your hand from the kkokalcorn bag. He was correct; you had stuck your fingertips in the openings of the funnel-shaped chips. You wiggled them at him with a coy smile that made him roll his eyes. Satisfied, your mouth claimed the chip perched on the tip of your index finger.

If you didn’t know better, you’d say that the flash in his eyes just then was fondness.

You held the bag out to him, careful not to disrupt the rest of your manicure, and smiled to yourself when he accepted your offer. He tilted the bag and dumped a few of the chips into his open palm. With a small smile, he mused, “Haven’t had these since we were kids.”

That wave of nostalgia must have caught him in a riptide because he went quiet in a way that made you pause. You were about to speak up — to say what, you weren’t sure — but you promptly shut your mouth. Index and middle fingers now extended, he held out his hand to make a peace sign. Each fingertip had a small cone sitting crooked on top.

Jimin laughed unexpectedly, which almost made his already-crinkled eyes disappear completely. “Kinda look like little wizards.”

If you didn’t know better, you’d say that the thumping in your chest just then was fondness.

After shaking your head to clear those thoughts, you realized that the little wizards weren’t holding the glass of hard cider he’d gone to his kitchen to refill. You pushed yourself to your feet with one hand and a playfully exaggerated groan, popping the remaining chips from your fingers into your mouth at once.

“Leaving already?”

He should’ve known better than to ask you a question while your mouth was full, but he didn’t. The explanation he received was therefore unintelligible. Head cocked curiously to the side, lips slightly parted, he tried to connect the dots. Just as soon as he started, he gave up and trailed after you.

Jimin didn’t stop until you did, right in front of his refrigerator. He was so close, in fact, that you accidentally hit him with the door as you pulled it open.

“Oh, shit!” You muttered, shutting the door again quickly.

Wincing, your gaze flitted over to assess the damage you’d done to the outside of his bicep with the metal corner of the door. On instinct, you reached out to run the pads of your fingers over the faint red mark blooming there. Goosebumps spread in the wake of your touch, but you didn’t feel that same phantom chill. Just something electric that sparked against your fingertips.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it.” He said gently. “I don’t bruise like you do.”

In the moment of silence that followed, you felt compelled to lift your eyes but not your hand. Unless you were imagining things, he leaned into your touch, just slightly. Not enough to see, but enough to feel.

It’d crossed your mind a thousand times since you walked through his front door. With that throwaway statement, Jimin confirmed he’d been thinking about it, too — about who you both were on this date last year. About the way you’d only ever let him treat you roughly because anything sweeter threatened the distance you were trying to keep. About the bruises given with no chance to kiss them better.

You weren’t that person anymore, and neither was he.

“Jimin,” you started.

It was the farthest along in your sentence that your voice would let you go. 

After the million baby steps you’d taken in his direction and the healing you’d allow yourself to do, you were still scared to show your cards. Now, you’d seen him in technicolor. Now, if you fucked things up, you’d never be able to go back to black and white.

What if you fuck things up again?

Jimin sensed your hesitation, but he didn’t accept it. Instead, he closed the distance so slowly that your hand wasn’t disrupted from where it rested on his bicep. His hands found you just as easily. One made its home at the small of your back while the other cupped the side of your face. 

With a whisper lighter than air, he asked, “If I kiss you, will you let me?”

His eyes flitted from yours, to your lips, then back again.

“Or will you kamikaze dive into my kitchen table?”

Your reply was even softer than the question posed. “Only one way to find out.”

If the uptick at the corner of his lips told you anything, it was that he intended to.

Cautiously, as if sudden moves would startle you, he pulled your body flush against his. His other hand tilted your face upwards, thumb gently tucked under your chin while the rest of his fingers rested in the space just below your ear. His touch kept your body present even when the sensation of his kiss threatened to sweep your feet out from underneath you.

Plush pink and delicate, his lips molded to yours like they were specially designed to do just that. Like cracks giving way to let the light in, you opened yourself up for him. Licked into his mouth, eager to learn the parts of him you’d missed in all the time you’d shut him out.

And if you listened — really listened, over the moan he swallowed from you — you could’ve sworn you heard all the silly pages of your childhood diary flipping furiously. Scribbled to hell and back with a glitter gel pen, each one noting that this is what you wanted, this is what you wanted, this is everything you wanted.

The eternity in that kiss wasn’t long enough. Eventually, he broke the contact, pulling a disagreeing gasp from you when he pulled away. Your lips buzzed from the sudden loss of pressure — that, or they trembled without the warmth of his mouth. Either way, he was gone too soon. 

The hand you had resting against his bicep slipped down to the center of his chest to tug at the fabric of his t-shirt. Unable to nip that growing neediness in the bud, you frowned. 

“Jimin,” you sighed. You had nothing to follow-up with. His name was the totality of that thought.

Several moments of silence came next. His brow furrowed, like he was trying and failing to find something less vulnerable to say. He couldn’t. When it slipped out, his eyes searched your face for a reaction.

“I want to be soft with you.”

Any time you’d been together before, it was carnal, dripping with unarticulated hurt. He didn’t want that, not this time. You didn’t have to guess why.

Though the level of desperation you both felt now was familiar, the underscore had changed. Jimin wanted to touch you carefully because he felt fragile — so did you. If either of you moved too quickly, too roughly, you ran the risk of upending the balance you’d found. Like you, Jimin seemed to know that this was delicate.

You lifted your hand from his shirt and placed it on top of his where it sat above your jaw. Gently, your fingers wrapped around his and lowered them so you could intertwine them properly. Then, without a word and without letting go, you led him out of the kitchen into the small hallway.

This was the first time you’d crossed his house without sprinting and violently shedding your clothes as you went. It felt like you were seeing it all for the first time because, in a way, you were. 

You’d never noticed the framed photos lining the walls of the hallway, or the subtle notes of grey in the white paint behind them. In all the time you’d spent there before, it’d never clicked that this house was a home. Everywhere, there were hints of him — his interests, his achievements, the friends you’d never met — sitting so blatantly in places you’d previously ignored. 

Jimin apologized when you stepped over the threshold into his bedroom. “My plan was to clean it tomorrow.”

He smiled sheepishly as his free hand carded through the hair at the base of his neck.

“Doesn’t do you any good today, though.”

“I don’t mind,” you hummed in reply, shutting the door slowly behind him. “My plan was to do laundry today, and — well, you’ll see how that worked out for me.”

You kept your fingers interlocked with his while you surveyed his room. Like the rest of the house, you’d been in there countless times before without truly seeing any of it. Apart from the bare minimum clutter he’d needlessly apologized for, every surface was thoughtfully decorated. Even the absence of some keepsake or trinket on his shelf was purposeful. 

He keeps space.

Propped on a stand near his dresser was his guitar, which you didn’t even know he still played. Of course he does, you thought, he’d have been an idiot to throw that talent away. 

You were smiling long before you noticed you were doing it, even more so when you clocked where it sat. Just like it did in his childhood home, the guitar was positioned directly across the room from his doorway — the first and last thing he’d see when he came and left. 

Carefully, you reached out and trailed one finger over the tuning pegs. It all felt forbidden, but stupidly, you felt compelled. You spent a lifetime aching to touch him. For reasons you couldn’t explain, his guitar was no different.

Watching you caress his guitar made his pulse race harder; you could feel it where your wrist aligned with his. If nothing else had changed, you suspected that he still didn’t let anyone lay a finger on it. Jimin always insisted that he did all the maintenance himself because he didn’t trust the technician at the local music shop to be careful enough. 

To your surprise, it didn’t appear to be anxiety spinning circles in his stomach as he watched you. He spun you around, and it was clear from the look in his eye — the unshakeable desire he felt to touch you that same way.

You wondered what he was thinking while he studied your face in silence — if the months he’d spent trying to teach himself to hate it had blurred your features; and if he saw them clearly now.

The smattering of freckles across the bridge of your nose which swept over the tops of your cheekbones — even though it was winter, and you hadn’t seen much of the sun for weeks. 

The small scar interrupting your eyebrow, which you’d gotten when both of your families went camping together a million years ago. He’d sprinted across tide pools to help you back to your feet, reaching you long before Seokjin could catch up.

You didn’t know if it was a conscious decision now, but he leaned down and placed a kiss there the way you wished he had back then. 

“This isn’t still illegal, is it?” He murmured against your skin.

Unable to breathe, let alone speak, you shook your head so subtly that it couldn’t reasonably be counted as movement. Your next move was bolder, though: You unzipped your sweatshirt, shrugged your way out of it, and let it fall at your feet. 

With a quick glance down, you remembered what you were wearing and cringed with your whole body.

Neither of your socks matched; your sweatpants had a hole near the crotch; and your sweatshirt’s sole task had been to hide the ratty, old MapleStory t-shirt that you stole from Seokjin when he went off to college.

A certifiable mess in a self-imposed dry spell.

Jesus Christ.

“Laundry day,” you blurted out in explanation, though he hadn’t asked. He wasn’t laughing, either — not reacting in any way to roast you the way you expected him to. Still, the tips of your nose and ears burned with embarrassment. “I didn’t plan for… this.”

His index finger dipped under the hem of your t-shirt and his thumb mirrored the way it traced the stitching. 

“I kind of forgot that you own shit like this.” He replied softly, looking more pensive than usual. “Never see you in sweats.”

It was a fair point.

Jimin had slept next to you on three occasions — when the rules permitted — and you always woke up the same way you’d fallen asleep: completely naked. Somehow, it felt even more intimate for him to see what you wore when you went to bed without him. The silly, branded t-shirt probably said more about you than your bare chest did.

You realized that you’d never seen him in his current state before, either, with black joggers hanging low on his hips. His fluffy, air-dried hair didn’t sit smoothly the way it normally did. You wanted so badly to run your fingers through it, but there was a stronger compulsion to reckon with:

His shirt was ripped at the hem, not quite covering the lower inches of his torso.

Unthinkingly, your hand reached out so your fingers could rest against the skin there, midway down faint the trail of hair that dipped under the waistband of his pants. So much warmer than you, he shivered at your touch. You paused, self-conscious, then glanced up at him with eyebrows raised.

Is this okay?

You didn’t have to ask out loud to get an answer. It came as a whisper — “cold hands” — and it was accompanied by a smile that made your knees weak.

He nodded towards the other side of his room and said, “C’mere.” 

The hand that previously held yours found it again. Fingers slipping easily into the spaces between yours, he led and you followed. 

The crisply folded sheets contrasted completely with the effortless coziness of the rest of the space, but they didn’t stay that way for long. With his free hand, Jimin gripped the comforter and tugged it loose. It fluttered and fell freely back down over the bed.

Sighing reflexively, you slipped into the opening he’d created within the blankets. Every fiber smelled like him — clementine flower, orange blossom, water lily and orris — and now, so would you.

Jimin waited for you to scoot over before filling the space next to you, tilting his body inward to keep his eyes on you. His bent knee pressed against your outer thigh. It was chaste, especially when you considered the thousand other ways he’d touched you, but it had you vibrating in place, nonetheless. He probably felt it when he leaned in and kissed you for the third time, fingers sliding into your hair.

Tangled in him, your intrusive thought won out. Loose, it flew like a ping-pong ball around the inside of your skull: He can probably feel all that dry-shampoo, too. 

Like he was begging you to focus, the tip of his tongue flicked across your bottom lip and stole a whimper. Your lips parted eagerly against his to accommodate him; both of you starving for every bit of tenderness you’d refused to let him give before. 

As he poured more of himself into that kiss, the hand in your hair ran slowly down the length of your neck, over the slope of your shoulder, and down the curve of your torso. It stopped on the top of your thigh, warming you through to your bones. For the first time, his fingers didn’t dig harshly into the doughy flesh he found there. Now, his feather-light touch left you buzzing instead of bruised.

With every second that passed, your tingling spine struggled more and more to hold you upright. Noting the slight shift in your posture, Jimin guided you — still lip-locked — to rest your head on his pillows. It wasn’t until you tilted your head slightly to the side that his lips left yours; dipped down below your jaw to pepper the exposed skin there with unbearably soft kisses.

Each one made your pulse race harder than the last, pulled needy little breaths out of your mouth.

“Sound so pretty when you sigh like that,” he hummed against your throat. “Might have to kiss you like this forever if this is what it gets me.”

You’d been underneath him more times than you could presently recall, but never like this. Until now, you never understood how a person could say they loved you without any words at all, but you heard it. More than anything, you felt it in every brush of his lips — in the static crackling around you, charged with every little, languid line his tongue left behind.

The only thing distracting from your swelling heart was the wetness pooling in the bikini bottoms you’d hastily thrown on in the absence of clean underwear.

Fucking laundry day.

The sole consolation was the fact that the blend of polyester and elastane was better suited for a flood than any lace you would’ve consciously selected.

The breath behind his words tickled and surprised you, derailing your train of thought.

“Is it against the rules to tell you how beautiful I think you are?”

The circles he drew against the fabric of your sweatpants had you hypnotized, but you still managed to reply, “No more rules. Except — Oh, fuck.”

You mewled at the sensation of him suckling at the spot where your neck joined your shoulder. 

“Except that you can’t ever stop.”

His lips curled into a smile against the love bite he’d so carefully crafted. 

“I won’t,” he murmured before placing a kiss in the same spot he’d marked. “But I may need an intermission to get these incredibly chic clothes off your body. Kind of feels sacrilegious, though, I’ve gotta say.”

Your eyes flickered over to him, eyebrows raised. He pursed his lips to keep from smiling, forced the straightest face he could muster, then traced his fingertip over the rip in the crotch of your sweatpants. Sounding downright reverent, he explained, “They’re holey.”

“Oh, Jesus Christ.” You dropped your head back against the pillows with a groan that didn’t outgun your laughter. “Straight to jail for that. Seriously, that’s a federal crime.”

When your eyes stopped rolling and settled on him, Jimin was already looking down at you with amusement sparkling in the deep brown of his irises. He said nothing, opting instead to kiss you — for the fourth time — as a farewell before pulling away entirely. 

The spot next to you went cold as soon as he sat up, but — bravely — you didn’t complain. You watched with your bottom lip pinched between your teeth. He grabbed the end of his haphazardly, perfectly cropped t-shirt and pulled it off over his head. 

Your only instinct was to reach up to his bare chest and trace every plane of it. To your dismay, Jimin intervened. Fingers at the hem of your top now, he stared expectantly at you until you stretched your arms above your head. That stupid, stolen shirt was guided up and off before it was discarded somewhere unseen.

Jimin’s pupils dilated immediately, gaze sweeping over your bare chest like he was beyond grateful that all your bras were at home, drowning in your washing machine. Uninhibited, he leaned forward. The delicate, cuban-link chain of necklace tickled the skin of your stomach while he placed an open-mouthed kiss in the space between your breasts. Cool to the touch, you shivered for more reasons than one.

When his tongue flicked out over one erect nipple, all you could offer was a breathy sigh, brain scrambled to hell and back. He seemed to draw inspiration from this — him and his goddamn mouth promptly switched tactics. Mimicking you, he looked up at you from under his lashes and blew a warm stream of air over your other nipple.

You were full-out whimpering underneath him. “Shit.”

“Yeah?” He smirked before taking the pebbled bud into his mouth and sucking softly, eyes still locked on yours. 

Can I cum from this?

Oh god, I really might cum from this.

His mouth’s ministrations continued while his hands swept gently down the curves of your waist. That is, until they reached the elastic waistband of your sweatpants. Abruptly, Jimin stopped and sat back onto his calves.

You didn’t have to ask. Jimin’s eyes widened in tandem with the grin on his face; and you knew what he’d discovered. Smiling now with all his teeth, he tugged playfully at the knotted tie sitting above your right hip, keeping your bikini bottoms in place.

He snorted incredulously, “Be fucking for real.”

“Stop.” The word was elongated as you whined. It was useless, but you swatted at his arm. “I told you — ”

“I know, I know. It’s laundry day.” Fuck, his affection for you was written all over his face. “Incredible — truly, I have no notes.”

You buried your face in your hands to hide from him, but he didn’t let you. Just like he did that time on your couch, Jimin pulled your hands away from your face and held them in his own. This time, when he kissed you, you didn’t tear yourself away from him. Instead, you did the opposite. You grabbed the sides of his face in your hands and leaned into him.

With his hands now free, he was able to push your sweatpants down the rest of the way without extricating his lips from yours. Those fucking bikini bottoms went with them when he slipped the fabric over your ankles and tossed them blindly over his shoulder.

Mouth moving hungrily against yours, his hand hovered over your cunt, radiating warmth. You fought to keep your last shred of patience but lost, shifting underneath him to beg wordlessly for his touch. He obliged. His middle finger dipped between your sopping folds until it found the swollen bead of your clit and spiraled over it.

“Fuck,” you moaned into his mouth. He swallowed it, kissed you so deep your mind went blank.

The slow pace he’d chosen normally would have driven you mad, but instead of coming across as a taunt — or a punishment — you got the impression that he was basking in your arousal. That he was taking his time, savoring you and the million ways your body craved his.

When you pulled back, your lips were kiss-bitten and palpably swollen. He must have felt your quickened breath against his own lips. They autonomously curved into the tiniest sliver of a smile. 

Watching him watch you, it was clear that Jimin loved you like this — wide-eyed, unguarded, inviting. He loved you generally. You knew that much for certain as he gazed down at you, and you were so fucking thankful that neither of you had to keep pretending otherwise.

Whatever trance he’d fallen into ended when you whispered, “Please.”

Though your plea wasn’t much more than an exhale, he didn’t need to be told twice. Momentarily, he stood; and as he did, your own hand dipped down between your legs. He stepped out of his joggers with his focus trained on you, staring spellbound while you touched yourself in his absence. Wet enough to drip.

If you had to wager on it, you’d bet that he could’ve stood there all night observing, listening to the way you moaned as you slicked your own fingers, but the darkened tip of his cock was weeping like he wanted you badly enough to ache. Completely incapable of spending any more time as a bystander, he fell to his knees between your legs. There, he guided them further apart with his hands.

Desperately, you grabbed one of his hands from where it sat on your knee and pulled him so that he was leaning over you once again. You wanted to feel the way his breath caught as he entered you, bare chest pressing into yours while he filled you. Needed him — just him — all the time.

Forearms now pressed to the mattress and fingers in your hair, he caged you in. His forehead came to rest against yours when you reached into the space between your bodies and dragged his tip through the mess he’d made of you. That faint squelch was obscene enough in the quiet of his room. It couldn’t hold a candle to the groan that escaped his chest when he finally entered you.

“Holy shit.” He exhaled sharply through gritted teeth. Your walls enveloped him, squeezing tight enough that no question remained about where he belonged. “Fucking missed you.”

That initial, perfect ache threatened to blind you, but it wouldn’t have mattered with the way your eyes screwed shut — too overcome with want to do much more than breathe. Slowly, inch by inch, his cock stretched you until he bottomed out. It was the closest thing you’d ever had to an out-of-body experience.

“Missed you,” you mumbled.

Well beyond fuck drunk, you bordered on incoherent. A kiss on your forehead lassoed you, brought you crashing back down. It was redundant, but he murmured, “Come back to me.”

You blinked up at him in a haze.

“Want you to look at me.” 

He sounded shy, more vulnerable than you’d ever heard him, and you didn’t need any further explanation.

Eye contact had never been on the table before, deemed early on to be far too fucking intimate. If this is what he wanted, you decided, you’d never take your eyes off him again. Especially not when he looked at you the way he did then, like you hung the fucking stars in the sky.

You countered, “Kiss me.”

And he did, like he might never get the chance again.

No amount of closeness could’ve been enough, but you settled for wrapping your legs around him. With his range of motion now limited, he grinded against you; the curve of his cock rubbed against that secret spot behind your pubic bone. 

Bones? Do you still have any of those?

Every tantalizing, slow thrust made it harder for you to remember why you’d ever required harshness when his gentleness now was infinitely more intense. It was so much better — being loved by him rather than hated.

Desperate fingers left half-moon imprints on his back, which was beginning to slick with sweat. The spaces between your whimpers lessened while the pressure in your abdomen began to build. Jimin had you teetering at the edge of the world, and you told him so with your lips at his ear, “Please — I’m so close.”

His forehead creased, and you watched in real time as determination etched itself into his features. He was perfect — beautiful — and he was close, too. You clenched; he cursed, “Fuck.”

You looked up at him through fluttering lashes, silently begging him not to stop. Not now, not ever. Stay.

“You’re all I’ve ever wanted,” Jimin murmured, burying himself deeper with every thrust. “You know that, right? How much you mean to me?”

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

He watched your face as you came — when your eyes rolled back, and your head tilted against his pillows. Your legs loosened their binds around him as they shook, gasping moans tumbling out of your open mouth. His pace didn’t falter; his presence deep inside of you only elongated your orgasm.

Bliss.

You were still fluttering around his length when your eyes finally drifted open again. Not even through your first aftershocks, his panting breaths alone could’ve pushed you headfirst into a second orgasm.

His gaze had dropped at some point to see the way your cunt clung to him with every backstroke. He must’ve felt you staring, though; he looked back up at you, pupils blown wide. That was all it took to dot stars along the edges of your vision.

Back arching up off the mattress, you gushed around him once again. Mindless babbling — consisting only of his name and expletives — fell clumsily off your tongue. It caught both of you off-guard when your shaky voice managed to plead, “Wanna feel you cum — please. Want you to let go for me.”

Only after you begged him did his thrusts become desperate, reckless. There was the unmistakable sound of your wetness and skin colliding with skin, and then there was the low moan that built in the seat of his chest and broke free. Face buried in the crook of your neck as he came, the heat of his breath on your skin was rivaled only by the dizzying warmth of his release spilling into you.

He struggled to hold himself up while his spent cock still twitched inside of you. If you were being honest, you adored the way his weight pinned you against his mattress. Maybe, you thought, you could stay there forever.

Eventually, an exhausted voice came from the curve of your shoulder, almost too muffled to hear.

“How is it —” Jimin panted. “— That in the hundred times we’ve had sex, it never felt like that?”

You chewed on the inside of your cheek. Tingling fingertips ran lightly and lazily across his shoulder blades. The hint of hesitation bubbling in the pit of your stomach cautioned you not to speak your thoughts out loud, so you stared at the ceiling above you and willed yourself to be brave.

Your voice threatened to give up on its way out.

“Nobody’s ever fucked me like they love me before.”

He mustered all the energy he still had to turn his head and look at you. At first, you couldn’t tear your eyes off the ceiling to look back. Make space, you begged yourself; and so, you did.

With his chest resting heavily on yours, you wondered if he could feel the way your heart skipped a beat at that eye contact alone. The glimmer in his eye informed you that, yes, he could. 

“Better get used to it, then.” He punctuated his thought by pressing his lips to your temple. “‘Cause that’s what you signed up for.”

You smirked, “Oh? Was there a contract?”

You might’ve kept teasing him if he didn’t tilt your head to kiss you properly — and fuck, you were melting all over again.

“Sealed with a kiss, no less.” He leaned down to nip affectionately at your earlobe. Mouth at the shell of your ear, he purred. “Like any deal with the devil should be.”

“Goddamn.” You whistled. “Promoted from menace to devil already. Congratulations.”

With a roll of his eyes, he pulled out of you and forced himself upright to his feet. Before you could even ask him to, Jimin leaned down to kiss the lips you’d poked out into a pout. Your voice was uncharacteristically needy as your question slipped out.

“You are coming back, right?”

“Nope,” he hummed against your lips. You leaned away from him with your jaw dropped incredulously. “I’m taking a shower and I’m taking you with me.”

That was the only warning you got before one of Jimin’s arms slipped under the hinge of your knees, and the other disappeared behind your back. You screamed. Instead of flailing — a one-way ticket to the floor, you imagined — you threaded your arms around his neck and clung to him as if your life depended on it.

“Pardon me,” you sputtered. “But what the fuck is happening right now?”

“Shhh — pipe down. I’m keeping a promise.”

You stared at him expectantly. For a moment, he ignored you and continued quietly on his way towards the bathroom. It wasn’t until he reached the threshold that he paused with a sigh.

The look he shot you then was far more earnest than you could’ve expected under the circumstances. One that said he saw you, not through you, and he wasn’t going to look away.

Jimin said it breezily, like it cost him even less than the air it took to vocalize it: “I am not letting you down again.”

A pinprick of tears stung the corners of your eyes. You fought like hell to keep them where they belonged. It was such a stupid joke — made so lightly — and it still held more weight than anything you’d ever heard.

Eyes swimming despite your resistance, you sniffled and laughed. “Not, like, literally, though — right?”

“Aw, baby.” He kissed your temple again, cooing. Part of you hated it, but the rest of you swooned. “Don’t test me.”

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[valentine-cafe]

˖⁺. ﹙ the genius. ﹚: rishima singhania 781 .𖹭 ݁

. . . cold heart just for you !! 🍒 : “ i wish that i could hold onto a man, but for some reason they just end up with broken ribs whenever they give me lip. . . now move. ”

꒰ verse ꒱ 781

꒰ species ꒱ human

꒰ ethnicity ꒱ indian

꒰ age ꒱ 68

꒰ gender ꒱ female

꒰ mbti ꒱ istj

꒰ alias ꒱ dr. singhania, professor singhania, litharia’s greatest mind, co-founder of the order of aetheers

꒰ story ꒱ 

litharia’s greatest mind. a genius who could recite formulas from before she was even in the two digits. using her intelligence to her advantage through the roughness of life.

despite obstacles in her path, she works her way up. from a drug manufacturer to a world renowned scientist with a number of achievements in multiple fields.

a lady in the chair to the aetheer known as the dragon. her eventual husband with whom she forms the order of aetheers. protecting the multiverse from the terrifying dread, fighting for enigma rights across her world —

and mothering two children. what a life

 

꒰ appearance ꒱

magenta eyes, often wears dark eye shadow. has a beauty spot at the corner of her right eye

medium length black hair done in a pinup style

pale white skin as a result of skin condition. sharp facial features

5’4” ( 164cm ), an hourglass figure ( not the fantasy of hourglass! )

often has a vintage, monochromatic aesthetic with mulberry undertones. looks straight out of a polaroid honestly

always wearing some form of heels

wears a deep red or maroon lipstick

long, sharp nails that she often paints black or mulberry

standard lobe piercings and daith piercings on her ears

wears minimalistic jewellery such as black or silver chains

꒰ personality ꒱

highly intelligent and knowledgeable of the world — being a genius from when she could talk and up to her present adult years.

well known in the stem world and is an exceptional teacher at the scientific studies.

an independent woman, keeps her head held high, unbothered by any opinions that may be pointed towards her or her behavior.

easily irritated and unable to keep a filter on her tongue, she instead prefers to remain quiet and observe. however, this does not mean that she is unwilling to speak up and put someone in their place, should she deem necessary.

rather stubborn individual and very work-driven, believing that one of the purposes in her life is to.

though she carries a tough skinned and hard hearted through the years, deep down, she still feels an unwavering want to help those in need — she would never admit this, whatsoever.

due to her inability to process her own emotions, she may at times come off as awkward, especially during in-depth social settings.

she often comes off as intimidating due to her silent demeanor yet aloof expressions

 

꒰ with a lover ꒱

might seem closed-off first but that is because she is not necessarily the best with emotions, does not mean that you do not get to see her softer side. she just has certain of showing it

has a surprisingly nurturing nature and is both concerned for your well-being

protective of you in more ways than one

she can be quite teasing: shameless. this is expressed through her nicknames for you along with her actions

more physically affectionate as her verbal affection has no filter / is quite blunt and at times she feels as though it may throw you off

does require a person who will be equally as nurturing as she tends to have a habit of overworking herself. will need you to drag her away from her lab. which could be difficult but once you do, she’s all over you

adores letting you rest on her while she strokes your hair but will not be opposed to switching positions allowing you to pamper her now and then

expect lots of hand holding and her playing with your hair

quiet nights of reading. whether it be in silence or her reading to you

acts of service is her love language

 

꒰ strengths ꒱

intelligence: genius level intellect that she was seemingly gifted at birth and only heightened throughout her life. she is considered to be one of the greatest minds internationally and advances greatly in the fields of science and medicine.

substance resistance: high level resistance against most substances, including various chemicals and drugs

adaptability: incredibly able to adapt to most situations and find a solution for almost immediately. her mind works very quickly.

 

꒰ weaknesses ꒱

joint issues: has severe joint issues with her wrists and knees and experiences really bad spasms and convulsions. so she takes heavy medication for her joints.

alexithymia: also called emotional blindness, alexithymia is the inability to describe or express your own emotions.

chemical addiction: at times she might feel drawn to the intake of chemicals and substances as a coping mechanism, she is doing better at this in her later years

 

꒰ relationships ꒱

javier: husband, work partner.

rishen herrera: son.

lucía herrera: daughter.

gael herrera: brother-in-law, from another universe (  verse 9948e ).

neva ramona: best friend, from another universe ( verse 9785n )

xú fēng: enemy, rival.

zháo talisen: once student, future son-in-law.

alessio arias: future son-in-law.

lisse herrera: sister-in-law, from another universe ( verse 1311 )

 

꒰ extra ꒱

she is the co-head of the order of aetheers and is also the head scientist

she used to be a big advocate for enigma and aetheers in retaliation to the government’s take on them

she holds lectures at universities across elritea city

she had a fluffy white cat named princess

she speaks hindi and tamil

[nessa007]

Cinderellas ball gown was perfect. When I saw the movie, it looked like a water painting brought to life. It was one shade of blue and dozens of shades of blue at once. It drew the eye even in the midst of other VERY GORGEOUS gowns the extras wore.

My issue with belle’s gown isn’t the corset thing. That said, Emma Watson shared those comments in the height of her white feminism phase so it was cringe to begin with. And she was repeatedly putting down Cinderella in favour of Belle so that didn’t carry well either.

No. Here are my issues with the dress.

Colour: I’m okay with it not being golden (after all, Cindy’s original was silver) but they made it a very uninteresting monochromatic shade of yellow. Those golden designs on the ruffles added nothing to it.

Style: Good thing the lower half was a bit poofy (it could have been more) but whatever magic it could offer was taken away by the top half. Too simple. Too under-shirt like. The dress ended up resembling a 1950s party frock. I half expected her to turn around and have a bow at the back but worse… it looked like a zipper. I don’t mind these outfits being NON-era appropriate but this is too far off the mark

Sleeves: They wouldn’t bother me at all if it weren’t for the fact that they made the dress look even less formal and MORE out of place and time than it already was. I am genuinely convinced that had they made the sleeves a bit longer and better detailed, they could have saved the dress

Hair: All her casual Belle hair styles looked better than the one in this scene.

Accessories: The singular huge pendant looked mismatched with the already simple outfit. And the ear cuff thing was very unnecessary and felt too much like personalized thing of the actress.

I heard Emma Watson had a lot of creative control and it shows. It doesn’t look like Belle. It looks like Emma Watson cosplaying Belle.

the dress really needed more volume in the skirt and sleeves and if the sleeves rested off of belle’s shoulders like in the animation, it would’ve been a lot better

[silicondream]

I am, when life permits, a GM for tabletop games; I have a homebrew setting for D&D 5e in which I have run several games. And recently, I set out to try to use Midjourney to illustrate some of the locations in that setting.

In particular, Ennisbay and Dolindë, two of the most-often visited locations in the setting. Ennisbay is a port city built as much on the water as it is beside it; I've always described it as something akin to Venice, if the architecture incorporated influences of Byzantium and the Ottoman Empire. It is also the headquarters of the Adventurer's Guild, and thus serves as a common starting place (or place to return to, for that matter).

So here we have Ennisbay, as rendered by Midjourney.

Honestly, that's far closer to what's always been in my head than I expected. Dolindë proved more difficult.

Dolindë is the "city of scholars", but it began as the crossroads of three trade routes: two caravan routes across the desert, and one barge route along the river that Dolindë was built next to.

However, a number of scholars soon realized that being at the nexus of multiple trade routes meant access to books and materials from all sorts of places. As the little cluster of scholars in this trade hub grew, so did the resources and references they amassed; over the course of several centuries, the library at Dolindë became the most comprehensive repository of knowledge in the known world. And now, people travel to Dolindë as much for scholarship as for mercantile goals... though it is still a huge trade hub.

Needless to say, when adventurers need to get answers to something, Dolindë may not be conveniently located, but it is often where they go nonetheless.

Dolindë's architecture tends towards rounded shapes, to (somewhat) lessen the wear-and-tear of the occasionally sand-heavy dry wind (a'la the real-world sirocco). However, it is also a city that tends towards color where possible; the desert is so monochromatic, the city itself strives to provide some relief from that.

Getting Midjourney to spit out art that resembled Dolindë took a lot longer than for Ennisbay, and in the end I only ever got a couple of images that felt right; I will likely keep trying. But still...

As an added bonus, I did manage to get a spot-on image of a particular caravansarai on the route between Dolindë and the coastal port most accessible to ships from Ennisbay.

(The tower within the caravansarai is an alchemical engine attached to an underground spring. It uses an alchemical reaction to create negative pressure, drawing the water up and into a holding tank at the top of the tower; gravity then works to bring the water down as-needed for guests and their animals.)

I think I will continue to work on getting good illustrations of the locations out of Midjourney, and then I can make an illustrated player's guide to the setting for future campaigns...

[dualityjohn]

~ Gender Expression Stereotypes ~

Figuring out my own gender is hard or exhaustively idea or thought that crosses in my head that i think i can't figure it out on my own. Does gender is the basis of someone's personality? In my 18 years of existence, the question "what is your gender?" that most of my peers that i always cannot answer directly, it's not that i can't actually answer it, it is because if i answer their question i am afraid that they will not believe what will i answer to them because most of the times they ask it not out of curiosity but because they assume of what truly i am and they have to confirm it, because people admit it or not we all have stereotypes of someone's actions that if we think that is wrong it will really bother us and most of the times is we have a lot stereotypes when it comes to gender.

When it comes to expressing yourself there are "gender beliefs or stereotypes" in our country, here in the philippines the most debatable if not it is crucial thing that most of us are having stereotypes in gender that actually starts when your only a kid and that never ends until you get old, for example, when you were a child your parents expect you to like monochromatic things such as toys,clothes, and even the color that you like, and the idea that will mark on you basically is that if you are a boy you are supposed to like things what are your parents what they think appropriate for boys only.

When it comes to my own gender i am always hesitant or sometimes in denial to describe it because of all stereotypes that the adults that influence my own ideas in life that most people don't believe right now because we are in modern setting and we have to accept that, like most of the adults saying that being part of lgbt community is a sin but there are articles are saying

One aspect of an individual's identity is their gender identity and/or sexual orientation, and it can be safer for them to keep that aspect of themselves private. They might not be ready to come out, be still figuring out their gender identity and/or sexual orientation, or feel like their peers won't accept them for who they are.

The few bible texts that have been used frequently to vilify same-gender lovers may be easily dismantled and contested. However, I am at a stage in my life and ministry where I don't need a bible verse to defend my holy value or a bible narrative to justify my experience of life. One can easily discover multiple signs of same-gender love and attraction occuring in scripture, and even it seems to be affirmed. I simply have faith in the goodness of God, the holiness of love, and the variety of life. First and foremost, same-gender lovers are lovers, and the Bible does not condemn love; in fact, it uses love as its yardstick for determining what is holy.

REFERRENCE:

I also do not understand that even nowadays being part of this community is really debatable topic because most of people is being ignorant and have a strong faith in god or the actual church are not okay with homosexuality and sadly, even your own family can potentially reject you as part of them.

For young guys who are homosexual, bisexual, or other males who have sex with men, homophobia, stigma, and prejudice can be especially difficult. When compared to other students in their schools, these unfavorable opinions raise their risk of encountering violence. Violence can take the form of actions like bullying, teasing, harassment, physical assault, and actions that are tied to suicide.

Youth who identify as gay, bisexual, or another sexual minority are more likely to experience family rejection. The likelihood of people going without housing rises as a result. LGBT youth make up about 40% of homeless youth. In a 2009 study, friends who had more supportive families were compared to homosexual, lesbian, and bisexual young adults who had experienced severe family rejection.

REFERRENCE :

I hope someday these crucial topic become a reason that all of people become liberated from someone's opinion, because our life doesn't only revolve around these topic we have to be more open minded and become a moral person, people should feel freedom not only in their own thoughts but feel freedom around them either physical or emotional.

--Jeyss--

[preciousc04]

Curated Final Portfolio

1- Homage to artist

2- Monochromatic still life

3- Wayne Thiebaud

4. Allegory

5. Self portrait

6. FINAL- Diptych

7. Museum assignment

This is my final curated portfolio. Painting is not my favorite medium, but I'll say that drawing was my favorite thing to do for all of my pieces. My favorite assignment was the monochromatic still life. While I was only allowed to use three colors and that may be seen as challenging, the look of the finished piece looks amazing. I think it's satisfying that everything is in the same color scale. I also like still live pieces a lot. My main obstacle I experienced during this semester is procrastination and lack of time management. I overcame this by limiting my time on social media, as that was what was causing my biggest distractions, and stopped socializing with friends for a few days so I could focus and work alone. This helped a lot because I was able to just play music or have videos in the background to keep me from getting distracted, and I got things done faster than I would normally expect. Acrylic paint was always my least favorite art medium starting from middle school. It was difficult trying to layer colors without it scraping off the paint and how it dried so quickly. I overcame this challenge by adding more paint than I would usually add. I always try to save paint, which ends up in pieces looking unfinished and watery. I also took my time and let parts dry before going back in while it's wet. So if one part was wet, I would quickly move to another spot to not stress myself out. A piece I struggled on the most was definitely my self portrait. Not only was the body so up close that it required bigger areas to paint, but trying to keep my colors consistent was very hard. I'd work on different parts of the face on different days, and it was hard to try to keep the skin color consistent. Eventually, I tried to solve this problem by making the colors blend into each other so it at least looks a little smooth. Overall, I enjoyed working on my pieces and I keep looking at them. I feel very proud of what I've done this semester.

[nyefmpyr2]

Project Evaluation

When I was making my sprites and tiles I decided to look into the original Nokia Snake game. I found out it was in a monochromatic art style, so I decided  to learn about monochromatic art and what it is. When exploring monochromatic art, I looked into a couple of different artists and saw how they used a monochromatic art style in different ways, some of the artists were deadunicornyyc and the developers for Frail Hearts. This really helped me find the art style I wanted to use for my game and it influenced the colour palette for my game a lot, this pushed my game to look more like the original Nokia Snake game. For this research I looked into Kirby Dream Land and the gameboy Tetris as both of those games were in a monochromatic style. I decided to look into snakes for my character as one of my inspirations was Snake. I looked a lot into how their heads were shaped, used their scales to move and their proportions. I wanted a good understanding of how to make a snake and what proportions to use as I thought this information would help me with my project and how to design the character for my game.

I was mostly in between two ideas that I wanted to explore, they were a drum rhythm game and the snake puzzle game, I ended up exploring the snake puzzle game. I found the snake puzzle game more interesting and I wanted to try and look into puzzles and how to make puzzles that intrigue the player. When making my game I wanted to try and have everything in one map to keep load times down. I decided against doing this and coming back to this idea for another project, as I didn’t need to do this because my game was very low taxing on a pc and wouldn’t need optimising. I had to change the snake sprites a lot as they kept on not looking like a snake head, so I researched snakes and looked into their heads a lot to make sure it looked like a snake. When thinking about the game I wanted to make I thought about accessibility and how accessible my game would be. The drum rhythm game wouldn’t be accessible to many people as it would require a different controller than the standard keyboard and mouse. I felt like the puzzle snake game would be the most accessible as it would only require the mouse. 

For this project I feel like I have met my project proposal, as I have gotten everything I wanted to get done but I feel like I could have spent more time on researching and working on puzzles, making mine more interesting and fun for the player, as I feel like I didn’t spend enough time on my puzzles and could have been improved a lot more by doing more research into puzzles. If I had more time I would have added more tiles that affect the snake in different ways, like teleporting the snake to a different place on the grid or a tunnel that would allow the snake to overlap its body. I also feel like my tile grabbing script could have been a lot better, as it feels a bit clunky. Those are some things that I would have loved to have improved if I managed my time a lot better than I did.  I would say I completed my project as it has a snake that moves on its own, tiles that affect the snake in different ways and a way to move those said tiles around the grid. I feel like I met my expectations for my project, I feel like I had set my expectations right for this project.

For this project I set out to explore puzzles and make a game involving puzzles. I have managed to do that, I have a game that involves puzzles. I do feel like I could have spent more time researching puzzles, making them fun and challenging for the player. If I was managing my time better I could have puzzles that were challenging and fun for the player. I will have to improve my time management skills for my next project, as I tend to spend too much time on one thing when I should be doing something else that can be done in a couple of seconds. I have learnt that some of things that seem simple actually require so much effort and I should change what I'm working on if it starts to take up too much of my time. I’ve improved my scripting skills a lot more, I have also improved my art skills a lot more and I have a better sense of what things could look like when making things that can be very long. I feel like if I added sound effects to my game it would have improved my game a lot more and made the player to be more immersed into what they are doing. I also feel like I should have made the snake sprites colours a lot more vibrate. It would have come out a lot better in game, as they look more reddish and darker compared to the UI which is the colour I wanted everything to be.

[the-ultimate-tree]

these are things that help me, and i hope that they will help you too.

its ok to not really know what kind things are going to happen in the future of the campaign, even if "the future" is literally just the next session. that said, it is a good idea to at least have a little quest for the players to go on

its ok to not be that great at improvising things to happen when the players do something unexpected (which. they will). you can take a moment to think about it if need be (say you need the toilet or more water or something like that or just say you need a moment to think). youll get better at improvising with time. and if something that you prepped doesnt end up happening, you can always reuse it somewhere else. because the players wont know that it was origionally supposed to be there yk.

take notes! i find it easier to write what happened after the session is over but find what works for you

the party will do things that you dont expect. if the things they do lead to something you prepped not happening, you can reuse it somewhere else later

in terms of lore, the way i like to think of it is that nothing is canon until the players find out. if at least one member of the party knows something, then i cannot change that thing. but the things they havent found out yet can change, as long as said changes are consistent with the lore they do know.

TAKE!! WATER!!!! LOTS OF WATER!!!!!! AND MAKE SURE THERES A PLACE TO REFILL IN OR NEAR WHERE YOURE PLAYING BECAUSE YOU WILL NEED IT. especially if there will be combat. combat always makes me REALLY thirst because theres so much talking involved

on that note, snacks are also fun

personally I like background music a lot, but i dont really change it much. i mainly have fighting music (dance of thorns by tenseimusic from. homestuck) and mildly ominous music (under a monochromatic sky by will wood from camp here and there). and sometimes i give certain enemies their own music. i find that the music helps me focus on what is happening (and i now associate the music i play with dnd). in my opinion the best dnd music is 1 instrumental and 2 can easily fade into the background. idk if that makes sense but hopefully you get the idea.

if youre making a homebrew monster its often a lot easier to reflavour/remix an existing statblock than to make an entirely new one. although some people really enjoy making new ones

i wish you the best of luck with dming :D

dming my first session ever today, any tips??

[fogclearer]

         —  ‶ YOU ARE IN LOVE. WHAT DOES IT LOOK LIKE? ″ 

         —  ‶ LIKE EVERYTHING I’VE EVER LOST COME BACK TO ME. ″

                                                                                                               ( &. @tsuugen ) 

[chasingpj]

𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐨 𝐝𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫

pairing: leo valdez x child of iris!reader

requested?: yes!

translation: full of color

warnings: uhh, mentions of mental health and ?? maybe some typos lmao

category: headcanons, fluff, best friends to lovers

pre-relationship

though, leo saw you around camp often, you caught interest in him before he caught interest in you

i mean, he literally couldn't miss you because your outfits were always bright, whether it was a combination of colors or monochromatic

you and your siblings actually look like a rainbow threw up on you guys, and it's honestly iconic

no one at camp can not notice the children of iris, especially when they're in a herd

one day, you were sitting alone at a picnic table near the lake, and you found yourself drawing him in your sketchbook

you sketched a portrait of him while he spoke to piper at a table nearby

you've always found the floppy curls and how his brightest smiles always look a little manic to be adorable

when you sketched his portrait in your notebook, you didn’t intend for him ever to see it

until a couple of weeks later in the arts and crafts center, leo passed by and caught sight of a new project you were working on

he stopped in his tracks to compliment your drawing

since you were nowhere near done with it, you couldn’t admire the piece as much as he was

but his enthusiasm was so endearing

he politely asked if he could see more, and you didn’t hesitate to slide over your sketchbook

he noticed a lot of your drawings were scenery and people at camp; especially your siblings

he stumbled across a detailed sketch of a woman and her child sitting in a bus

“wow… who’s this?”

“oh, I don’t know. It was just a little girl I saw on the train with her mother.”

“so you just drew her?”

you never realized how weird your habit of drawing random people was until he had asked

you giggled nervously, quick to explain yourself, “I tend to draw people or things that I find beautiful. I wanted to capture how calm and happy she was with her child ‘cause at the time, I was stressed and angry. Watching and drawing her made me calm.”

leo nodded, a faint smile on his lips before looking back down at the drawing. “that’s really cool,” he complimented, and you shifted in your seat, suddenly shy.

And then it hit you

you were so willing to show leo all your works that you had completely forgotten that his portrait was in that book

your pulse thumped loud in your ears, mind racing to figure out a way to take away your sketchbook before he could see it

you ended up spending so long thinking of what to do that he arrived on the page in no time

right before he could see the drawing in its entirety, you slammed the book closed and snatched it

leo’s startled expression turned into a mischievous smirk

“was that me?”

you froze in your place; a squeaky sound escaped your throat in your embarrassment

leo’s brown eyes sparkled as he leaned into you, your gaze fixed on his, “y/n, you think I’m beautiful?”

AHHHH!

^^ that was you in your head btw

leo laughed, amused at your attempt to deny it

“then why did you snatch it away?” he raises an eyebrow before reaching over quickly to grab the sketchbook back

you didn't pull it out of his reach fast enough, leo getting a grip on one side

the two of you pull it back and forth, leo laughing at you as you continued to deny what he saw

though you were incredibly embarrassed, you couldn't contain the laughter bubbling in your chest

gods, of course, this would happen to me, you thought

he got it out of your grip, and you sighed in defeat, watching him flip to the page of him and piper

he was quiet, studying the picture for a second before giving you that playful smirk

“you think I’m beautiful?” he asked again

you playfully rolled your eyes, “it was more piper than you.”

your tone was sarcastic, only fueling leo’s banter with you

“oh really?” he chuckled to himself, “but i’m the only one colored in.”

you were silent at his observation before scoffing, “whatever.”

leo only laughed as you take the book away from him

“don’t you have somewhere to be, fire boy?” you asked and nudged his shoulder

the glint in your eyes made him smile, and he shrugged, “i guess i do. i'll see you around."

you nodded, too shy to do anything else, and he walked off

after that, leo took it upon himself to talk to you every day

leo teased you about the drawing all the time, and he found the way you would play along to be funny

before you both fell in love, you were close friends

you had such an optimistic point of view about life, and it was pretty contagious

somehow when leo was in the dumps about something, you always knew what to say

you were just so easy to talk to, and because of this, your friendship just grew naturally

your first kiss was towards the end of summer

leo invited you to hang out with him in bunker nine at, specifically, 6 pm

you teasingly asked if it was a date, and you remember the way he tensed up a bit

with a mumble, he asked, "what if it is?"

from the tone in his voice, you knew he wasn’t joking

in fact, his tone was hesitant, a part of him was expecting you to reject him

then the heavy pit in his stomach turned light when you smiled and said, "then I'm down."

the grin leo gave you made your heart flutter like crazy

your first date consisted of eating snacks and watching a movie on one of those portable DVD players

You picked up on the tension between you and him, and noticed the opportunities for a kiss kept passing

it was until Leo walked you to your cabin that night did you have a moment of boldness and asked, "so are you going to kiss me or?"

leo's eyes widen in surprise before his face broke out in the familiar smirk he gives when he flirts with you

you rolled your eyes playfully and grabbed the front of his shirt, pulling him into you

your first kiss was sweet and soft; a little awkward

his hands hovered over your sides for a second, not sure what to do with them until he decided to rest them on your waist

it was the perfect way to mark the beginning of your relationship

relationship

since you guys are both broke teenagers, you got creative with date nights

you came up with the idea of paint splattering with him

you guys got canvases, covered the walls and floors with plastic to make sure you didn't dirty them

then you filled water balloons with paint and just threw them

despite you guys singing and dancing around in the midst of it, the canvases came out so good

and to commemorate the beginning of your relationship, you hung them up side by side in bunker nine, and when you guys get a place together, you hang them up in the hallway of your apartment

leo is a huge gift giver; as i’ve said before in my “how he shows he loves you” headcanons

he’s made you a lot of things; canvases, jewelry, little trinkets with scrap metal

one of your favorite gifts from him is a suncatcher with rainbow quartz

you fell in love with it and when you move in together, you make sure to hang it up in the kitchen with the bunch of other suncatchers that he’s made you

i love the idea that you would attempt to bring more color in his wardrobe

a lot of his clothes are muted in color; you don’t mind it but you were interested to see what he’d look like in a colorful outfit like yours

To say the least, he was not that enthusiastic and maybe, you shouldn’t have put him in a monochromatic orange outfit but… you still thought he looked cute

leo thought he looked like a traffic cone though so it didn’t stick

it’s okay because you like him the way he is anyways

another thing is that you guys are super supportive of each other and leo loves just how you manage to lift his mood

once leo was having a bad mental health week

you guys were sitting under a tree, looking out at the water

his head laid on your shoulder and small sniffles came from the other

it hurt to see him like this and you wished you could do more to make him feel better

then you had the greatest idea to make a rainbow for him

so you did

leo was so stunned when he saw the rainbow form over the lake

he looked at you surprised and when you admitted to making the rainbow for him, the emotion on his face was indescribable

and then you laughed and held him when he started crying because he said it was the nicest thing anyone has ever done for him

another time, you insisted that meditation would be good for him

he literally sat down for like 3 minutes with his eyes closed before he was itching to get up and do something

even when he was sitting down, he was still bouncing his legs and fidgeting

so that fell through too but you still helped him in other ways and he’s so grateful for your optimism and bubbly personality

leo always says that you bring color to everything; literally and figuratively

one of the things you bring color to is his life

and he’s constantly reminding you of this; that his world just feels brighter now that you’re around

and it’s literal too

since you painted the walls of bunker nine a bright orange

he asked you why orange, and you told him because orange encourages productivity, creativity, and most importantly, optimism

it may have also reminded you of the orange outfit you put him into

anyways, you told him that it hurt you to see him get down in the dumps, and you insisted there was no way he could be sad in a bright orange room

needless to say, you were kinda right

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[valentine-cafe]

. ˚◞♡ 𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒎𝒂 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒂 781 — the head scientist◞ ₊˚

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ᥫ᭡ “  i wish that i could hold onto a man, but for some reason they just end up with broken ribs whenever they give me lip. . . now move.” ꒱

. ˚◞꒰verse꒱ 781

. ˚◞꒰face claim refs꒱ ( x ) ( x ) ( x )

. ˚◞꒰species꒱ human

. ˚◞꒰ethnicity꒱ indian ( awadhi-tamil )

. ˚◞꒰age꒱ 68

. ˚◞꒰gender꒱ female

. ˚◞꒰mbti꒱ istj

. ˚◞꒰aliases꒱ dr. singhania, professor singhania, litharia’s greatest mind, co-founder of the order of aetheers

. ˚◞꒰appearance꒱

𖹭. magenta eyes, often wears dark eye shadow. has a beauty spot at the corner of her right eye

𖹭. medium length black hair done in a pinup style

𖹭. pale white skin as a result of skin condition. sharp facial features

𖹭. 5’4” ( 164cm ), an hourglass figure ( not the fantasy of hourglass! )

𖹭. often has a vintage, monochromatic aesthetic with mulberry undertones. looks straight out of a polaroid honestly

𖹭. always wearing some form of heels

𖹭. wears a deep red or maroon lipstick

𖹭. long, sharp nails that she often paints black or mulberry

𖹭. standard lobe piercings and daith piercings on her ears

𖹭. wears minimalistic jewellery such as black or silver chains

. ˚◞꒰personality꒱

𖹭. highly intelligent and knowledgeable of the world — being a genius from when she could talk and up to her present adult years.

𖹭. well known in the stem world and is an exceptional teacher at the scientific studies.

𖹭. an independent woman, keeps her head held high, unbothered by any opinions that may be pointed towards her or her behavior.

𖹭. easily irritated and unable to keep a filter on her tongue, she instead prefers to remain quiet and observe. however, this does not mean that she is unwilling to speak up and put someone in their place, should she deem necessary.

𖹭. rather stubborn individual and very work-driven, believing that one of the purposes in her life is to.

𖹭. though she carries a tough skinned and hard hearted through the years, deep down, she still feels an unwavering want to help those in need — she would never admit this, whatsoever.

𖹭. due to her inability to process her own emotions, she may at times come off as awkward, especially during in-depth social settings.

𖹭. she often comes off as intimidating due to her silent demeanor yet aloof expressions

. ˚◞꒰with a lover꒱

𖹭. might seem closed-off first but that is because she is not necessarily the best with emotions, does not mean that you do not get to see her softer side. she just has certain of showing it

𖹭. has a surprisingly nurturing nature and is both concerned for your well-being

𖹭. protective of you in more ways than one

𖹭. she can be quite teasing: shameless. this is expressed through her nicknames for you along with her actions

𖹭. more physically affectionate as her verbal affection has no filter / is quite blunt and at times she feels as though it may throw you off

𖹭. does require a person who will be equally as nurturing as she tends to have a habit of overworking herself. will need you to drag her away from her lab. which could be difficult but once you do, she’s all over you

𖹭. adores letting you rest on her while she strokes your hair but will not be opposed to switching positions allowing you to pamper her now and then

𖹭. expect lots of hand holding and her playing with your hair

𖹭. quiet nights of reading. whether it be in silence or her reading to you

𖹭. acts of service is her love language

. ˚◞꒰strengths꒱

𖹭. intelligence: genius level intellect that she was seemingly gifted at birth and only heightened throughout her life. she is considered to be one of the greatest minds internationally and advances greatly in the fields of science and medicine.

𖹭. substance resistance: high level resistance against most substances, including various chemicals and drugs

𖹭. adaptability: incredibly able to adapt to most situations and find a solution for almost immediately. her mind works very quickly.

. ˚◞꒰weaknesses꒱

𖹭. joint issues: has severe joint issues with her wrists and knees and experiences really bad spasms and convulsions. so she takes heavy medication for her joints.

𖹭. alexithymia: also called emotional blindness, alexithymia is the inability to describe or express your own emotions.

𖹭. chemical addiction: at times she might feel drawn to the intake of chemicals and substances as a coping mechanism, she is doing better at this in her later years

. ˚◞꒰relationships꒱

𖹭. javier: husband, work partner.

𖹭. rishen herrera: son.

𖹭. lucía herrera: daughter.

𖹭. gael herrera: brother-in-law, from another universe (  vdrcse 9948e ).

𖹭. neva ramona: best friend, from another universe ( verse 9785n )

𖹭. xú fēng: enemy, rival.

𖹭. zháo talisen: once student, future son-in-law.

𖹭. alessio arias: future son-in-law.

𖹭. lisse herrera: sister-in-law, from another universe ( verse 1311 )

𖹭. rishith singhania: father, deceased

𖹭. darika singhania: stepmother, deceased

𖹭. mahika kapoor: biological mother, deceased

𖹭. renesh singhania: older half-brother

𖹭. rakesh singhania: older half-brother, deceased

𖹭. rishav singhania: older half-brother, deceased

𖹭. raivath singhania: older half-brother, deceased

𖹭. raksha singhania: older half-brother, deceased

. ˚◞꒰story꒱

litharia’s greatest mind. a genius who could recite formulas from before she was even in the two digits. using her intelligence to her advantage through the roughness of life.

despite obstacles in her path, she works her way up. from a drug manufacturer to a world renowned scientist with a number of achievements in multiple fields.

a lady in the chair to the aetheer known as the dragon. her eventual husband with whom she forms the order of aetheers. protecting the multiverse from the terrifying dread, fighting for enigma rights across her world —

and mothering two children. what a life

. ˚◞꒰extra꒱

𖹭. she is the co-head of the order of aetheers and is also the head scientist

𖹭. she used to be a big advocate for enigma and aetheers in retaliation to the government’s take on them

𖹭. she holds lectures at universities across elritea city

𖹭. she had a fluffy white cat named princess

𖹭. she speaks hindi and tamil

[angellesword]

YOUR EYES TELL | JJK (03)

Summary: You live in a world where people see in black and white. The solution to finally see the colors? It's simple. You need to meet your soulmate and look at him in the eyes, but what if the person bound to you is already contented with the monochromatic world? What if...Jeongguk, your soulmate, is already in love with someone else?

Alternatively;

"A future without you is a world without color."

Genre: soulmate au, e2l, slow burn, angst, fluff, roommate au

Pairing: Artist!Jungkook x Lawyer!Reader

Word Count: 2.4k

SERIES: CHAPTER 2 | CHAPTER 4

Note: OC is a lawyer but the author knows nothing about law except the three law subjects she took last semester. errors. ah. there will always be errors here bc english isn’t my first language. anyway!!! enjoy!

Jimin wasn't lying when he said you were a mess. This was evident to Jeongguk the second he stepped inside your apartment.

Pile of cardboard boxes and papers were cluttered all over the floor, causing him to feel uneasy. The faint colors visible in his eyes didn't help to calm his nerves. It was as if he suddenly became hypersensitive to his surroundings.

He assumed that your house wasn't really that untidy, but as stated, the colors made it seem like it was untidier.

"Hi there, buddy." Jeongguk forced a smile at the cat glaring at him. He remembered Jimin telling him that your cat was a bitch. The fury pet was making this strange, scary sound. Jeongguk suddenly wished you were here to stop the cat from attacking him.

He wasn't expecting you to lock yourself inside your room the moment you realized that he was your soulmate.

He was so startled by your reaction that his first instinct was to run after you. The thing was, your cat was blocking your bedroom door—stopping him from intruding your personal space. It was obvious that the little animal didn't like the fact that Jeongguk invited himself inside your home.

Jeongguk didn't know why you were hiding from him. In your defense, you were embarrassed. What were you supposed to say to your soulmate? How were you going to explain to him that the reason why you looked like a mess was because of your demanding job?

Being a civil lawyer was exhausting. One second you're negotiating settlement with the other side's attorney, then you would just find yourself filing motions in court and of course, there were many instances where you're standing before the jury and judge to present a case.

Expertise wasn't the only thing necessary in law. You also needed a great amount of empathy so that you could understand your clients. You cared for them a lot; this was why it was such a big deal for you whenever they choose to omit facts.

You hated it when your clients were being dishonest, you didn't need them to be innocent. You only wanted them to tell you the absolute truth so that you could properly defend them. It wasn't like your job was easy. The fact that most people living in your world see in black and white was already a pain in the ass. Earlier this day, you had a client who was suing a businessperson for selling fake whitening products. She claimed that she spent a whopping two thousand dollars to get that fair skin tone. Sadly, it didn't work.

The opposing side asked your client this: how can you say that the products don’t work when you can’t even see colors?

You were shocked to learn this. Your client was subject to a color test for eyes. She said she could see colors when in fact, she couldn't. Actually, the only reason why the vendor sold your client the whitening products was because she also lied to the seller. The latter's rule was that she wouldn't allow people who see in black and white to purchase her products. This was so she could protect her business' image from fraudster like your client.

Things like this often happened in court. The one you encountered were usually easier to resolve, unlike what criminal lawyers face. This, however, didn't mean your job should be taken lightly.

What happened in court today actually took a toll on you. Your boss humiliated you in front of your colleagues, saying that he couldn't believe an experienced lawyer like you would make such rookie mistake. This made you feel like a loser that's why you decided to go home early to rest. You knew you couldn't work when your heart was this heavy.

You ran yourself a bath the moment you reached your apartment. Jimin was bombarding your phone with text messages to remind you that Jeongguk, a friend of his, was going to drop at your place later today since he was interested to be your roommate.

You simply replied 'Yes, I haven't forgotten. Stop pestering me,' to your best friend. Truthfully, Jimin hadn't shut up about this guy named Jeongguk since last week. He kept telling you that he was the perfect replacement for Seulgi, your former roommate.

You just shrugged it off. Honestly, you didn't care if Jeongguk was the perfect roommate or not. At this point, you would take anyone in. You seriously needed someone who could help you with the household chores.

The warm water grazing your skin made you feel sleepy. Before you knew it, you're off to dreamland; however, your little slumber was disrupted by loud knocks coming from your front door.

"Shit!" Your eyes went wide upon realizing that your supposed to be new roommate was already at the door. As if to confirm the horror, your phone rang.

Jimin was calling.

"Where the hell are you? Jeongguk is in front of your door!"

"I know. I'm so sorry! I fell asleep." You got out of the tub, hurriedly putting on your bathrobe.

"Talk to you later!" You ended the voice call, rushing towards the door. Unfortunately, you slipped on the wet floor.

You whined in pain. Luck was truly not on your side today, but instead of getting annoyed, you simply stood up and went your way to the door.

"I'm sorry, I was in the shower. I swear I heard you the first time you knocked, but I was panicking so I slipped down the floor and I..." You were already blabbering right after opening the door. You hadn't seen your future roommate's face because it was easier to lie without looking at someone in the eyes.

You didn't know why you told him you heard his first knock, when in reality, you didn't. You guessed you just hated disappointing people. What happened with your boss today was something you couldn't let to be repeated again. You couldn't bear to irritate another person.

You kept yourself busy as you reasoned out. You ran your hand through your wet hair, eyes widening when you saw your fingers covered in soap suds.

"Oh, my God!" You were panicking again. This time, you finally looked at Jeongguk to see his reaction.

It was like the world stopped.

No. You did not see colors instantly. What you felt was something strange—mystical perhaps. It was just like how they described it in books and movies.

You thought people were exaggerating about what they claimed they felt when they met their soulmates.

Apparently, they were not.

You know the feeling of finally seeing the rainbow after the strong storm? It was like that. Except this was way better. Your young self was probably rejoicing now. Being able to meet and look in your soulmate's eyes was dazzling.

The colors were becoming visible now, it was faint—this was in contrast to the embarrassment you were feeling.

You suddenly became very self-conscious with what you looked like. You were wrong. Your young self wasn't that happy because she wasn't expecting to meet her soulmate like this.

You were aware that you looked awful. The bags under your bloodshot eyes were probably so deep. The soap suds in your hair made you appear ridiculous. The most horrifying of all? You were wearing a bathrobe designed with the face of your favorite cartoon character.

"Uh—"

You ran away, locking yourself in your room before Jeongguk could finish what he was about to say.

Your heart was beating so fast as you stared in the mirror. The disgust you felt intensified. God. You looked horrible. You mentally cursed the brand of the mascara you were wearing. So much for claiming to be smudge proof! Curse yourself too because this wouldn't happen in the first place if you only refrained from crying over your boss' mean words, but it seemed like you never learned. You just scolded yourself from crying easily, but here you were, tears were painting your cheeks once again.

"No..." Your lips quivered. You were stronger than this. You weren't going to ruin your chance with your soulmate.

Determined, you quickly changed into a sage dress. Your hands were trembling because of your new found excitement. You loved colors ever since you were a kid. The fact that you couldn't see them didn't stop you from learning its meaning. You studied good color combination before. You were aware how to aesthetically match the hues. For instance, you knew that you would look ridiculous if you wore a neon green shirt and bright pink jeans. You were always careful in choosing what to wear, so now that you could finally see colors without referring to your color palette generator, you were beyond happy.

When you looked decent enough, you decided to finally face your soulmate. The first thing you saw as you opened your bedroom door was Jeongguk sitting on your couch—this was a very shocking scene. No. You weren't surprised because he was casually plopped down on your sofa, what you didn't expect was to see Miri, your bitch of a cat, to be so comfortable on Jeongguk's lap. Your pet looked at peace; the usual hiss she was making was replaced by a silent purring. Her bambi eyes mirrored your soulmate's same big, doe eyes.

You cleared your throat to get Jeongguk's attention.

"I let myself in, I hope you don't mind." You couldn't decipher what he was feeling. Jeongguk's voice was soft, but there was no hint of emotion there. His expression was also unreadable.

Jeongguk tore his gaze away from you when he realized that you were staring. As if this wasn't already awkward for him, you went on to say something that made him more uncomfortable.

"I've been waiting so long to meet you! Are you going to move in with me now?" You plopped down beside Jeongguk, squeezing your body between him and the arm of your sofa. Miri hissed since she was astounded by your sudden action. Actually, Jeongguk was surprised too. Your couch was pretty spacious; he didn't understand why you had to press yourself beside him.

Jeongguk also didn't know why you sounded so hopeful. The sparks in your eyes caused him to scowl; however, this didn't stop you from speaking your hopeless thoughts.

"We could do a lot of things together! I had planned everything since I was young!" You giggled. You didn't know why you were so comfortable telling him things. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that you two were soulmates.

However Jeongguk was confused with your weird idea of wanting to do all of this romantic stuff with him. The uneasiness he felt couldn't be contained anymore when you abruptly talked about dating—as in dating him.

"Whoa, whoa..." He cut you off, arching his brow and moving away from you. "Slow down, will you? I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Oh." You blushed, immediately realizing that you had gone too far. "I'm sorry I got carried away. I was just excited to meet you." You couldn't help but beam at him.

Jeongguk continued to raise his brow at you.

"Why? Are you really that desperate to find a roommate?"

It was your turn to raise a brow at him.

"N-No, I just..." You breathed in, unsure of what to say. "I'm just happy to finally meet my soulmate."

"Soulmate?"

You flinched because of the bitterness in his voice. His innocent eyes turned dark, he was glaring at you. Miri was startled once more. She jumped on your lap because she was getting scared of Jeongguk.

"I'm sorry to break it to you, but I don't believe in soulmates." The word 'soulmate' sounded so rough coming from him, making you flinch again.

Many people had told you that you were good at gauging the feelings of other people, this was why your heart skipped a beat when you saw pain and anger crossed Jeongguk's feature. It was as if he was betrayed by someone.

"It's the most absurd thing I've heard in my entire life. Only stupid people believe in soulmates. I mean—" Jeongguk sucked in a breath. He was so annoyed that he didn't even know how to express his thoughts without breaking apart. "It's limiting the possibilities for people. Why am I required to fall in love with someone I barely know? Why should I leave the person I truly love just because a person meant to be the love of my life," he paused, quoting the words love of my life in the air. "Helped me see colors? It's like forcing me to do something I don't—no, I can't do. It's such a burden. Love can't be bought. I refuse to be with people just because they helped me."

There was silence after Jeongguk's long speech of the reasons why he didn't—or as what he claimed—couldn't love you.

Jeongguk wetted his bottom lip. The silence was making him hate himself. He hated himself because he saw the tears forming in your eyes, an obvious sign that you were hurt because of what he said. But most importantly, he hated you.

It was unlikely of him to hate someone he just met—or to simply hate anyone at all, but everything about you was making him mad as hell.

He hated your hopeful eyes, he hated your beliefs, he hated that you were the person hindering him from being with Red.

He knew it was unfair to blame you since Red chose to leave on her own, but he still couldn't help himself because the idea of soulmate was what urged her to leave.

You were Jeongguk's soulmate and for him, it meant nothing. So with a furrowed brow, he stared hard at you as he said this:

"I'm making you choose right now. Either accept me as Jeongguk, your tenant or Jeongguk, your soulmate. But just so you know, I will never stay with you if you treat me like a soulmate."

His word stung, though you were aware that the only way to make him stay was to choose the former option. At least this way, you got to be with your soulmate.

The colors you see were starting to fade away and it was okay...

[digital-dhampirs]

vnc episode 12 thoughts

The thrilling conclusion to the Vanitas no Carte anime’s first cour is out, and I have thoughts! I’m still considering doing a full season/ fill cour review, but I have a Lot of episode 12- specific opinions, so this review / breakdown / thing will focus around e12!

A warning before we begin— review will contain spoilers for events that take place in the vnc manga and not in the anime, and will most likely spoil some sections of the anime’s next cour. With that, let’s get started!

Episode 12 of the VnC anime covers chapters 19, 21, 22, and 23 of the manga.

To begin this review in a brutally honest way, this episode was… in my opinion as a manga reader… bad. It did have some ok moments, but generally devoted a lot of its time to a plotline that (while adorable) isn’t actually super important compared to what was left on the wayside. Vanitas and Noé’s fight over blood drinking is fine, I guess, but why’d we get that minute long flashback compilation and not Dante’s conversation with Dominique, or Roland and Olivier’s complete conversation, or Astolfo’s excitement to hunt vampires, or Mikhail?

I really truly wish the show had taken some of the money and time that went into the Vanitas and Noé fight from chapter 23 and put it into the arguably much more important and interesting parts of this episode. Ruthven drinking Noé’s blood, Roland’s threat, and Chloé and Astolfo’s introductions all had some very janky stills and animations. It truly irked me to see that time and effort went into making Noé’s mouth move while he’s mentally monologuing about wanting to drink Vanitas’s blood, while Roland’s fantastic threat from Chapter 22 got… this. click on image for worse quality

The episode also decided to continue E11’s habit of chopping scenes up and mashing them together. In E11 this was a very not great decision, but was ultimately somewhat forgiveable from a tone point of view. In E12, meanwhile, it’s just all out chaos as the anime tries to string five completely separate scenes into something coherent (Noé and Vanitas in the hotel, Ruthven and Jeanne in the street, Domi and Dante on the stairs, Roland and Olivier in the chasseur compound, and a flashback to complete the Ruthven and Noé encounter from E11). Suffice it to say the anime does not succeed in this endeavor.

What really irritates me about this is that the manga already provided a framework for the anime to work these scenes together into. A frantic Vanitas reunites with Noé, Ruthven meets Jeanne in the street, Roland and Olivier speak about the beast, we see a mysterious flashback of Chloé calling for Jeanne as they talk, cut to Jeanne in the present as Dante and Ruthven’s attendants simultaneously tell Ruthven and Vanitas about the beast’s return.

I really wish the anime could’ve just given us the conclusion to the Ruthven scene at the start of the episode, done the OP, and then followed this series of events to a T. But it didn’t, and the result is a bit of a mess.

The anime’s choice to omit half of Roland and Olivier’s conversation means Dante’s announcement about the beast being back has no meaning or weight; Vanitas running to the hotel before we know what actually happened to Noé at the cafe ruins the drama and irony of the scene; Noé’s lack of memory of what happened at the cafe is muddled by the weirdly placed cafe flashback right afterwards; the anime putting Olivier’s “what that man believes in isn’t god” line seconds before the reveal of Roland’s intelligent and scheming nature doesn’t give the line enough room to breathe and stew; and the transition scene with Domi and Dante just doesn’t fit. I can honestly say I would have preferred Dante just teleporting from the streets of Paris to Vani and Noé’s windowsill than have that scene smack dab in the middle of what’s already a confusing mishmash of way too many unconnected events.

Wow. That was a long, critical paragraph. one might even say it was just as chaotic and disorganized as the episode itself. I feel like I’m really living up to my fullest potential as a bitter manga simp. So! Let’s turn things around and talk about some of the good parts of this episode!!

First and foremost I want to compliment this episode’s music..! The soundtrack of VnC is just all round fantastic no matter what— whether it’s playing during a goofy scene or a fight, it’s is bound to be fantastic. I think my favorite pieces are the ones that play at quiet, ominous moments— the music during Vanitas and Dante’s conversation about the beast is excellent, adding something truly incredible to the atmosphere created by the illustrations of the beast and the eerie green light of the scene. The way the music lines up with Olivier’s “what that man believes in…” line during that one flashback is similarly awesome.

This episode also has very nice voice acting..! Despite all of its struggles in the visual and plot department, pretty much everything to do with the VnC anime’s audio is stellar. I’ve become a big fan of Jeanne, Roland, and Olivier’s voices (I can’t wait to see how Olivier’s VA works with all his screaming in the Gévaudan arc); Astolfo’s voice is perfect for him (I am similarly excited to see his clipped, polite tone take a turn for the insane as the Gévaudan arc moves forwards); and as always our protagonists’ voices are great.

My one singular problem with the voice acting this episode is Chloé. I don’t know why, but she sounds like a catgirl from a fantasy anime rather than a multiple- centuries- old vampire. I don’t know what I was expecting from her voice, but this wasn’t it. I really hope Chloé’s voice will grow on me like Roland’s did, but there’s just something about it that feels off to me.

However! That one detriment doesn’t detract from the fact that this episode does have some very beautiful moments, especially during that one last scene with Chloé at the end. Visually, Chloé is absolutely spot on— I only hope the show has the budget to keep giving her pretty, pretty scenes like this. The scene where Vanitas and Dante discuss the beast is also very very nice to look at. The monochromatic red section of Ruthven and Noé’s scene is excellent. And, while I’m still annoyed that this scene got so much love put into it and others did not, Noé’s spotlight-lit monologue is aesthetically pleasing as well.

With that, we’ve covered all of my main thoughts on the final episode of the vnc anime’s first cour! My feelings towards this episode’s plot and pacing are overwhelmingly critical, and the episode’s visuals are a toss up (leaning on the side of bad, @/ that Roland screenshot), b u t the episode’s music and voice acting are both fantastic. And honestly? That’s kinda how I feel about this whole cour of the anime.

Episode 12 might not have been “good”, but I believe it’s a very neat representation of the best and worst of what Vanitas no Carte as an anime has to offer.

Despite all my critiques I am still legally obligated to love this anime, and can’t wait to see the Gévaudan arc in the next cour!

Fun Fact

The weirdly technological background when Noé realizes he’s hungry makes absolutely no sense for an anime set in 1889, but for some reason that just makes this scene funnier to me

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Presents (and other things)

Category: fluff

2k words; Shopping date [3/6]

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Out of everyone in the whole world, the person you love most in the world is Nanami Kento, your brother. He was the one who saved you from the cursed spirit that haunted you and took your parents’ lives. He was the one who took you in so that you wouldn’t be put in the system since you were still a minor. He made sure every day that you were safe and healthy even if he was injured or exhausted after a fight.

That's why in the weeks nearing his birthday, you made sure that he would have a relaxing time. He said you didn’t have to and he’d rather have you not fret over him, but that is unacceptable. He needs to have a good birthday. If you could, you would make the whole month just about him. But the last time you tried that he sat you down for a long, scolding lecture about how it’s unnecessary. So that’s out of the option.

Right now, just a few days shy of his actual birthday, you have a problem. Because you were buried in work and have a terrible memory.

His present.

You forgot to buy a present. 

“I forgot to buy a present! Why am I so dumb… Why am I like this, Gojou? It’s literally one of the most important things with birthdays and I forgot it. Because I’m an idiot. I wish the ground would swallow me up… I deserve it…” Thuds reverberate through the room as your head makes contact with the table. Repeatedly. Hard.

Wallowing in self-hate is great but your brain starts spitting out all viable present options. 

Shopping for Ken-chan is hard because he’s not materialistic in the least. He also doesn’t have a lot of hobbies. “I don’t need presents.” is a regular phrase every time his birthday or holidays come up, but then he gives presents to you and you end up feeling worse. This is all while your brain is getting thrown around. 

A hand comes between your forehead and the desk, gently bringing it up. Gojou has a small pout as his cold fingers try to soothe the burning sensation. 

“You still have a couple of days left! Don’t bang your head against the table, your brain doesn’t work enough as it is.” He easily moves out away from your slap. But returns in time to stop your head from falling again.

“I should have remembered this weeks ago. There’s no use trying to make me feel better, Gojou. I’m a terrible sister. I deserve this pain.” His fingers poke against your cheeks and he smooshes and stretches them. It’s uncomfortable but you let him.

“I haven’t bought a present either.”

“You’ve never given him a present.”

“This is the year to start! I have to get on his good side!” That’s weird since he never cared about what Ken-chan thought of him.

 “Why?”

“We can shop together!” Classic ignoring. His face comes to level with yours. “Let’s go to Shinjuku, I’m sure there are things even Nanami will like. Also, I found a new sweets shop.” You stare at him. “But I will focus on the present for today! C’mon, I can fly us there. You’ve never flown before, right? I think it’ll help.”

For some inexplicable reason, floating in mid-air with nothing to save you other than Gojou is amazing. Adrenaline pumps through your veins at the thought of crashing down to Earth if Gojou lets go. You know he won’t though. 

The air is chilly up here and there’s constant wind makes your hair whip everywhere, getting in your mouth and eyes. It doesn’t dampen your mood.

Your arms tighten around Gojou’s neck, watching the city blink with life way underneath your feet. Well, his feet, since you’re bunched up in his embrace. 

“This is so cool! Do you do this every day?”

“Yup.” He pops the p and slowly walks closer to your destination. The world looks like a child’s playhouse. 

“No wonder you’re constantly in an amazing mood! I would do this every time I’m feeling down!” Gojou’s chuckle reverberates through his chest and into your body. 

“I can take you out again when you’re sad.” A buzz takes over your body at the thought sparkles come to life in your wide eyes.

“You would do that for me?” Gojou is an incredibly important asset and therefore also very busy, needing to take care of special-grade curses that others can’t while also teaching and looking after his three students. He couldn’t be at your beck and call, you can’t ask that from him. But the gentle smile he gives is so warm and sure, assuring you that his words are true.

“Of course I would. Any day.” His grip around your body tightens.

Something weird fuzzes in your chest. It’s not uncomfortable or bad but… unique. And foreign. You got a good report back from your physical evaluation last month so it’s not something physical. Questions about what the cause could be takes over your mind but the sudden sensation of zero gravity makes all of them fly out the window. Burying your face into Gojou’s neck, you prepare for the worst.

“And we have arrived! M’lady.” Chipper as ever, Gojou’s feet touch the ground with a light plop and he lets you down gently. You look at him in confusion until realisation kicks in. And you kick him.

“Don’t do that! I think my heart stopped!” He cackles at that, finishing with a “Won’t do it next time.” If there is a next time. The probability is reduced significantly because of what he just did. 

Taking your hand in his, he escorts you down the stairs from the rooftop and into a department store. The people who couldn’t see mere moments ago high up in the sky.

As expected, it’s loud and crowded. There are hundreds, maybe thousands of people shuffling about and sweeping everyone to move even if they wanted to. It’s fortunate that Gojou has a firm grip on your hand because otherwise you’d be completely lost. Still, it’s nice to be buried in the commotion of everyday lives. It helps you forget about the whole war that’s looming over everyone.

“Any ideas on what to get?” The question you’ve been asking yourself for the past hour or so is echoed by Gojou. “We have all the time in the world, so don’t worry. I’ll keep you company for as long as you want.” 

Blisters form on the back of your feet thanks to the amount of times you walked around the huge place. Gojou bought you bandaids even though you said Shouko can fix you up. It hurts a lot less thanks to that. Finding a present is still a challenge. Every time you think you have one, your brain comes up with a rebuttal for why Ken-chan won’t like it. Two hours and nothing to show for it, you’re on the verge of collapse. Even a quick snack break didn’t help.

Gojou sets you down on a bench, letting your head roll on the backrest. The sight of thousands of coats and jackets running around upside down makes you giggle. Maybe the stress is finally getting to your head. The mantra of “I’m a terrible sister” tries to sneak in and wreak havoc. You’re just about to let it when the upside-down brand of a designer clothing shop catches your attention. 

“Gojou.”

“Yup?” His head comes into view as he copies your posture. It must look really weird to passersby but you don’t care at all. “Got an idea?” You point to the brand. Or at least you think you do. The lack of blood in your brain is making everything dizzy. “Clothes?”

“I wanna buy him a good suit.” Standing up, swaying a little from the sudden oxygen influx, you try to drag him towards the shop. He tries to make your attempt harder by using his weight and height, but a firm glare makes him concede.

“I thought he said he doesn’t want suits.” Oh yeah, you told him that when it was rejected. Ken-chan did say that, years ago, when you bought him one for your first present. While incredibly appreciated, he reasoned that there is a high chance of it being ruined since he has to fight in them. And this was around the time when you started getting paid. It was his way of saying that you should invest it in something more durable and preferably for yourself. How does Gojou remember this when it was just a fleeting complaint that you barely remember?

“He said it’s because there’s no point in spending so much money on something that might be damaged so quickly. But I’m going to buy it for a different reason.”

Collections of suits, varied by colour and pattern, line the huge shop. Skimming over a lot of them, especially ones with questionable designs, you turn to the monochromatic area. Simple is best when it comes to Ken-chan’s taste. Shuffling through the shades, you contemplate between either beige or blue.

“What’s the reason?” Gojou’s voice calls from the change room. You wonder when he got there. 

“For him to wear it if he goes back to work in an office after the war has ended. Or just when he goes out, without the worry of getting attacked and ruined. It’ll be like a promise! That he’ll do his best to survive the war to wear it.” 

Gojou is silent in response. It drags out and now you’re sort of embarrassed about what you said. Your partner loves taking advantage of others’ sappy moments, teasing them mercilessly over it. That little speech is basically perfect ammunition against you. You expect his high voice to make fun of you.

What you don’t expect is for him to pat your head, slowly and softly, like he won’t ever get to do it again.

“Nanami must have used all his luck when he became your guardian.” Voice low, bringing shivers down your body, he cards his fingers through your hair. Like he’s combing them. Seconds tick by and it feels sort of nice, telling you to relax, but your body’s on high alert for some reason.

“I think he’d like the blue one. Since he already has a brown suit, beige is too close.” A black suit adorns his body when he comes into view. Even the shirt is black. It fits him perfectly and he looks really good in it, courtesy of a good body proportion. He could possibly pull off the hideous suits you elected to shy away from at the front of the display. You clear your throat.

“Wow, you look really good in that.” His hands smooth down the creases on the jacket, preening at your compliment. “You should buy that. Wear it to dates or whatever. Ladies will fall to your feet if you show up with that.” Holding up two blue suits, your eyes scrutinize them and you try to imagine which shade will look better on your brother.

“Ladies will fall to my feet? Really?” Amusement tinges his words. The left one looks better.

“Yeah, probably. Girls love guys in suits. Well at least, I do. If they wear the right one for them, it’s really hot. Left one is better, right?” He gives a nod, a wide grin playing on his face. “Alright, this one then. Are you buying the suit?”

“Yeah. I think it’ll be put to good use.”

The checkout is quick, and it’s night when you step out. 

“You wanna go back by flying? We can try doing the Howl thing.” That’s really tempting, being able to reenact one of the most iconic scenes in the movie. But not today. 

“No, I prefer being in your arms.” Gojou stares at you with such intensity that you can feel it even with the blindfold. Then he immediately barks out a laugh, one so loud that people nearby flinch at the sudden noise. You flinch at the sudden noise.

“Ah… You really keep me on my toes, you know.” Before you can ask what that means, he takes your hand again and starts walking to the stairs. His steps are faster than usual.

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I think the pilot for Hazbin hotel is flawed in many ways. You can’t deny that. However, it is weird the way that some people are judging Hazbin. They criticize this show like it is a complete series with three seasons. Like, Hazbin Hotel is currently just a pilot with a few comics. Vizziepop has released some livestreams about this project, but this is not the same as actual episodes. There is a chance Vivziepop is actually making the show better than the pilot ever was. There are some fans who are overly critical. Likewise, many fans also overhype the pilot, thinking it was the greatest thing ever. Honestly, fans have such high expectations for Hazbin Hotel at this point that it is bound to disappoint everyone.

The thing about a series pilot is: Ideally it should be very tight and refined, maximizing the chances that viewers will want to see more. And if I remember correctly, the crew spent two years making this thing, yet there are several issues that could've been easily avoided from the beginning.

For instance, Husk and Niffty. They don't need to be here. They don't do anything after they're introduced. You could cut them out of the script and the story wouldn't lose anything. There, I just saved the animators weeks/months of work.

Second, the overwhelming red. The environment never needed to be this saturated and monochromatic, Viv. You could've worked this out in the visdev stage, perhaps opening up the concept paintings to honest feedback from the crew, friends and family, patrons, old art school professors, whoever's on your email list, etc. If they had a few color options to vote on, I'd bet the hyper-red one would be the least favorite. (Not to say every creative decision should be crowdsourced or that the audience is always right, but others' opinions can guide a creator toward whatever choices best serve the message they want to send.)

It also wasn't necessary to make every single background demon so friggin' unique and detailed. It visually clutters the frame and distracts from the actual main characters. If I were Viv, I'd stick to variations of the animal-inspired designs, assigning a certain animal form to each sinner based on the nature of their sin. I notice a pattern of animals associated with darkness (such as spiders, moths, and owls), so I'd continue in that vein with bats, rats, and possums.

I'm also confused as to why lots of demons show up to Charlie's news interview if they don't even respect her. It'd make more sense if there were no audience in the studio, or if someone supporting Charlie (Vaggie? Her goat friends?) actually paid demons on the street to go in.

Also, we never needed to hear Alastor's backstory from Vaggie, because she just warns Charlie that he's dangerous seconds afterward. It's kinda redundant at that point. That warning will suffice for a pilot, and leave some mystery around Alastor's origins, piquing the audience's curiosity. And yeah, that's another sequence the animators don't have to work on.

Really, the screen time saved from making cuts to the script would allow for a more powerful ending, as well. Instead of Alastor easily defeating Sir Pent by himself, maybe he raises a hand to him but is interrupted by Charlie and the others. Then Charlie, Vaggie and Angel Dust would use their skills to beat Pent as a team. A scrappy band of underdogs fighting for what they believe in is much more endearing than one OP dude summoning eldritch abominations by barely lifting a finger. We might hint at his immense power, but again, that's a mystery to be solved another day.

I wonder what percentage of those two years the writing and pre-production took up, because whatever that number is, it should be higher. Seeing how Viv's handled the writing for this pilot and six episodes of Helluva Boss, I'm not thrilled to see what she has in store for Hazbin as a series.

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🛑 WARNINGS: Language, angst 🛑

✨ requested by: @justagenderfluidstuff​

✨ Pairing: Doc x Male!Reader

✨ Summary: “Truth and Consequences” New Mexico has a lot more in store than Doc can deal with.

✨ Solari Says: This prompt is painful and I’m totally here for it. Thank you. I hope you enjoy.

✨ Prompt(s) -

Could you please do Doc (r6s) with a male reader? Where is set during the outbreak?

gif credit: to the OP.

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You had to remind yourself to breathe the longer you remained in the hospital.

You were sent on a mission to retrieve Dr. Mackintosh from the hospital that she worked at in Truth and Consequences, New Mexico. She had firsthand experience in dealing with Patient Zero, the man responsible for spreading this virus like a wildfire.

So the light from the barrel of your gun lit up the walls, the sounds thundering through the disheveled corridors. It was kin to a storm streaking the skies, except there was no tranquility of the rain pattering against your skin. No smell of fresh terrain gracing your nostrils.

Instead, you were fighting your way alongside Gustave Kateb and Maxim Basuda, attempting to locate the doctor in the Hell that had spawned in the monochromatic building.

What was once painted in shades of white and blue was now heavily sullied in red and black.

Eventually, you found yourself successful in finding Dr. Mackintosh, Gustave slinging her arm over his shoulder and brandishing his pistol in order to fend for himself, should he need to. But he felt that it wouldn't be completely necessary, not with you at his six.

He knew that you would find a way to ensure their safety. You always had.

What you weren't expecting, though, were the troves of shaking and shrieking infected making their way quickly through the halls once the doctor had been retrieved. You were running out of ideas, running out of space between you and the threat that you were all trying to contain.

And you were so close to the exit. So close to getting Dr. Mackintosh to a place where Gustave could possibly work on a cure with her. To look for a possible end to the nightmare that you were enlisted to stop.

You could see the rendezvous in your sights. The helipad that Jäger had informed you of had been crawling with Roaches, which you all had managed to wipe out with some quickness. However, you knew that the chaos would not end until you into the chopper.

It would never end, not until the found a way to silence the shrill sounds for good.

Slowly, the group of you made your way to the helipad. Gustave had informed everyone that you all were at the point, awaiting extraction.

Slowly, you could hear the sounds of more Roaches beginning to rise up and make their way towards you. There was a single door, though, making it much easier for all of you to shoot them like fish in a barrel.

However, what had just escaped your sights was the Apex down the hall that had been sending the infected your way. You should have figured, it was something you had been dealing with for some time now since arriving.

You were anxious to get out. It made you slip up.

And now you were only inches away from a breacher that had the Apex had sic onto you.

Last thing you recall was the sounds of Gustave's muffled screams, as you could only focus on what had been barreling towards you--and how you would not step out of this in one piece.

Your eyes open, sweat clinging to your brow as you were lost in your thoughts again. It had been the third time since you arrived back in the quarantine tent, and it wouldn't be the last until you saw someone familiar.

They had left you alone. Within reason, after all. The breacher was close to you when it had detonated, and it was a risk to everyone else there. So they had you stripped of your gear, and placed in a corner of the camp where only one person had been allowed to check in on you with proper biohazard protection.

Your head is low to the ground, your thumbs twiddling as you begin to drift into your own thoughts again. But what keeps you from reimagining what happened was the sound of the tent opening up for someone to step inside.

You raised it, your brows knitting to see who had the guts to come in and talk to you so soon. However, you give a pained smile when you see a familiar salt-and-pepper haired medic reveal himself. He had a protective mask strapped to his face, to keep himself safe since you had managed to crawl out of something potentially life threatening.

"You're awake again," he starts quietly, closing up the tent behind him. He's wearing a suit over his gear as well, to keep himself clean of the possible infection left behind. "You had fallen asleep some time ago, cher."

"Yeah... sorry about that," you say to him with a soft chuckle. "I'm just trying to find a way to pass the time since I'm... here."

"It was better you rested, [Y/N]," he retorted as he took a seat nearby you, so that he could take you in a little more. "When something like that happens..."

"It's understandable that I stay awake, but not preferable," you finish with another lighthearted laugh.

You connect your eyes with his, your smile a little warmer now that he had come by after the incident. You missed him, surely, but something in his sullen eyes and downtrodden expression made you a little more curious.

"Gus, you're making a face..." you speak up once more, your smile falling. "Is... there something wrong?"

Gustave purses his lips at that, his dark eyes averting downwards. You could see that he was sifting around in his head to find the proper words, another way to tell you something that you were not going to like.

In this line of business, in the area that you were in, you could count on one hand on what it could be.

So you reach your hand out and clasp his, feeling the rubber against the skin of your palm. You maneuver yourself so you're leaning a little closer to him, but not close enough to where he would be uncomfortable. "Gustave. What is it?"

Gustave takes in a sharp breath that you could hear through the filter of the mask, his dark eyes finally meeting yours. They were not the same as they had been before, usually shining with a bit of hope. They were grim and sad, a look that you did not like seeing on him.

"I'm... I'm sorry, cher," he says to you quietly.

"What is there to be sorry for?" you ask.

"When... the breacher had detonated itself beside you, the force of your fall and the explosion was enough to put a small breach on the screen of your mask," he explains, his other hand clasping over yours. His thumb glided along the back of your hand, attempting to comfort you from the news that he was forced to give you.

News that both of you did not want to be true.

"We... don't know when you will be leaving this section of the tent, [Y/N]..."

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