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[lov3yv4mps]

CAN YOU WRITE A CUTE FUNNY FIC OF LEEKNOW AND READER TRYING TO HAVE SEXY TIME BUT SOONIE, DOONGIE, AND DORI WONT LEAVE YOU GUYS ALONE?

IT SOUNDS SO CUTE AND I ABSOLUTELY NEED IT <33

₊˚⑅⋆ pests ⋆⑅˚₊

Genre: smut/fluff MDNI !!

Warnings: kissing, some dirty talk, cursing, hellacious teasing and laughing, almost fingering, cats obvi :3

v4mps note: this was so cute and fun to write AGHH, but I feel like the on and off smut made it even better :D

It was supposed to be simple: Lee Know, you, a quiet evening together. The kind where you could finally enjoy each other’s company without any interruptions. The plan was set. No distractions. But of course, nothing ever went according to plan when it came to his cats.

You were lying in his bed, pulling him close for a heated kiss, your hands already slipping under his shirt, feeling his muscles flex beneath your fingertips. “Let’s make this quick," Lee Know murmured, his voice already laced with lust as he pressed you back into the sheets. "I want you so bad, baby."

Before you could answer, a soft, persistent meow echoed from the corner of the room.

You froze. Lee Know’s face twisted with annoyance. “Soonie, I swear to god…”

His cat had made her entrance, hopping onto the bed with a little yowl as she made herself comfortable, curling up right between you both. Lee Know let out a frustrated laugh, his hand running over his face in disbelief.

“Really? Now? Of all times?” he muttered, giving you an apologetic look. “She’s been out all day, and now she decides to invade our private time.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, reaching down to gently pet the cat’s head, who was completely unfazed by the chaos she had just caused.

“Guess we’re not alone,” you teased, trying to ignore the way your body was still aching for him.

Lee Know sighed, rolling his eyes. “I’m gonna get her out of here… give me a second.” He leaned down to gently lift the cat, but before he could, a second meow sounded from the other side of the room.

Doongie, his adorable yet extremely clingy cat, was now on the prowl, circling the bed and looking up at you both with big, pleading eyes.

Lee Know groaned, throwing himself back into the pillows. “Fuck… why is it always now?” His hands gripped the sheets, trying to keep his composure as Doongie hopped onto the bed, nuzzling into your lap with loud purrs.

You couldn’t help but laugh, scratching Doongie behind the ears. “He’s so needy,” you teased, but your laugh caught in your throat as Lee Know’s lips brushed against your neck, sending shivers down your spine.

“I don’t give a shit about needy cats right now,” he growled, his hands slipping under your shirt to tease the skin of your sides. He was clearly trying to keep his patience, but his breath was already ragged from the teasing.

Just as you were about to respond, a third meow cut through the air. Dori, the smallest and most mischievous of the bunch, darted into the room like a little ball of energy. She pounced onto the bed and immediately positioned herself right between your legs, staring up at you both with wide, innocent eyes.

Lee Know threw his head back, groaning in frustration. “What the fuck, Dori? Seriously?” He looked over at you, his gaze darkening with mischief and desire. “This is your fault, you know that?”

You couldn’t contain your laughter, the situation too absurd. “My fault? You’re the one who adopted all of them!”

The tiny cat didn’t budge an inch, just staring up at you, completely oblivious to the tension between you and Lee Know.

“Okay, enough of this,” Lee Know said, his voice dripping with frustration. His hand found your wrist, pulling it up to his lips for a heated kiss that made your whole body tense with anticipation. “Fuck, you’re killing me, baby…” he muttered, teeth grazing your bottom lip.

You gasped into his mouth as his hand slid down, fingers brushing over your waistband. “Lee Know, are you seriously gonna—”

But just as his fingers slipped under your waistband, the cats simultaneously leaped onto the bed and started running in circles, their tails swishing all over the place.

Lee Know stared at them in horror as his hand froze, fingers still pressing against your skin. “Are you fucking kidding me? This is a nightmare.” He let out an exasperated laugh, his frustration mixing with amusement. “We can’t even have a second to ourselves.”

You pulled him back in for a kiss, ignoring the chaos around you. “Does it really matter?” you whispered against his lips. “I’m still here, and I’m still ready for you.”

The teasing tone in your voice made Lee Know groan, his hands gripping your hips, pulling you closer. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he growled, kissing you harder, his fingers slipping lower. He traced the waistband of your pants, eyes darkening with desire. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

You moaned into the kiss, your hands grabbing his shoulders as he pressed down, grinding against you as his fingers finally slipped into your panties, teasing your entrance. The sensation made you gasp, but the moment was cut short by a loud meow. The cat jumped up right on Lee Know’s back, pawing at him desperately for attention.

“Oh my god!” Lee Know shouted, nearly choking on his own frustration as he tried to shake the cat off his back. “Seriously, what the fuck!?”

You were laughing uncontrollably now, feeling the tension break in a burst of light-hearted chaos. “I guess it’s not happening tonight,” you said between giggles.

But Lee Know wasn’t ready to give up that easily. He shot you a devilish grin, fingers still teasing at your core. “Oh, it’s happening, sweetheart. Cats or not, I’m finishing this.”

And despite the cats swarming all over you, he did.

[fanged-fanfics]

Helllooo! I'd like to order up a request with corrupted pure vanilla with the reader. The reader is desperate to bring the positive pure vanilla they fell in love with back,,but he says something extremely cruel in an attempt to drive them away from him?

Have a lovely day! <3/platonic

☆ Sweet Turned Sour — Truthless Recluse x Reader ☆

Genre: Angst || they/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed

──────.𖥔 ݁ ˖˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ──────

"Vanilla-" you began desperately, the new darkened form of your love keeping himself facing away from you. His once bright robes had faded to an inky black, soulless blues accompanying the new shades. "Don't call me that" the Recluse said flatly "That's no longer my name". You got confused, stepping closer to him "PV, please. You're starting to scare me" you said. Despite your best effort, your tone wavered. The truthless recluse seemed to stiffen, half-turning to fix you with a gaze that held none of the usual kindness.

"Don't you tire of calling for a name now lost?" He asked. You felt irritation flare, immediately suffocated with fearful grief. "We need to talk" you said desperately "I don't know what's gotten into you, but this isn't you". "Finally caught on, have you?" He said in response. You let out a scoff "Pure Vanilla Cookie-"

"That's enough." The Cookie said, turning around all at once. His robes billowed while he approached you, only stopping a few feet from your face. "Quiet your whining at once. The Cookie you seek isn't here. The more you cry for that Healer, the more my nerves reach their limit" he said, all in a low and vengeful tone that sounded nothing like the man you'd come to love. You took a few steps back from him, too bewildered and hurt to speak. The Recluse let out a deep sigh, turning away "I can't stand to have you in my sight"

It felt like you'd been speared right through your chest. Pure Vanilla— your Pure Vanilla— wasn't anywhere to be found. There was only this cold, heartless husk, glaring at you with contemtp. You fixed a glare on your face, whipping around to storm off. The now lonely Cookie gave a deep sigh. There was a hidden layer of his souljam that twinged painfully when remembering the look that had crossed your face. He didn't know why he'd done that, it all just spilled out. Words that weren't his own, a visceral anger that he couldn't hold back. An unfamiliar wetness came to his eyes as his expression remained stern.

It was safer this way. He couldn't bring you down with him. He needed you to hate him, to keep yourself from getting wrapped up in this mental sinkhole he'd found himself in. He took a steadying breath, wiping his eyes with his sleeves. He gripped his staff tighter while beginning to walk off in the opposite direction. 'Forgive me, my dove, but this isn't a plan you should be anywhere near' he thought to himself 'Maybe someday, I'll recall that voice with mire clarity'

[mokulule]

A Man has Needs part 3

First

Fandom: DP x DC Ship: Dead on Main (Jason/Danny) Summary: In which Jason keeps up ending up in Danny's bed and not even for any fun reasons.

Part 3

Daniel James Fenton, 20 years old, born and raised in Amity Park, Illinois. Graduated high school with barely passing grades. Currently enrolled in Gotham U’s aerospace engineering program, with (ironically) a Wayne Foundation scholarship of a type that was reliant on entrance exam test results rather than high school grades. Either his high school teachers hated him or he spent the gap year studying his ass off to ace the exams.

At least it explained what he was doing in Gotham of all places, Jason thought as he leaned on the kitchen island chin in his hand, laptop open in front of him. The WF scholarships for Gotham U were very good, yet still most people had the sense not to move to Gotham - and Crime Alley at that.

Him being from the Midwest might even explain some of the strange hospitality, though Jason felt he probably took it a level above most people.

Of family there was an older sister - like he’d mentioned. Jasmine Fenton was currently doing a PhD in the field of Psychology.

The parents, Jack and Madeline Fenton had doctorates of their own, though what little he could find published from them was from very disreputable paranormal sort of publications. They seemed to have very little basis for their theories - one of which was that ghosts were inherently evil - which was just absolute hogwash. They apparently lived off the payout of some early inventions they’d made and sold to the government.

Beyond that there was only an aunt.

Friends were much harder to judge. Danny’s social media presence was practically non-existent. He’d only just opened an account on Mugshot, Gotham’s favored social, this Monday, apparently due to encouragement from new Gotham U friends.

Jason absently drummed his fingers on the counter, as he stared unseeingly towards his laptop. Maybe Tim or Babs could find more, but Jason found himself reluctant to involve them, they would want to know why he was looking into the guy, they would want a reason to dig deeper than the basic background check Jason had already done.

Jason could not- would not, tell them about this… attraction? Jason rubbed his face tiredly. Attraction was a terrible word, that implied other things, but it was the best he had.

The oven timer had the kindness to beep then, signifying that batch of cookies was done, and distracting him for a few minutes as he transferred them to the cooling rack and got another plate going.

It was a limited reprieve however and all too soon he was back in front of his laptop. He had no other avenues, there really was only one thing to do.

Oo o oO

“We need to talk.” He flung the words out the moment a surprised Danny opened the door. The surprise however quickly gave way to a grimace as he registered the words.

“Do we have to?” Danny asked honest pleading in his voice.

Jason felt really tempted to say no, but forced himself to say ��yes.”

“Okay,” Danny sighed, leaving the door open for Jason to step inside.

Jason closed the door after himself and felt his shoulders relax from their tense position and his breath come out in a relieved sigh. Safe.

He looked to Danny who wrung his hands.

Jason had meant to say something, ask something, he’d had a plan. He wanted answers. Answers… Jason opened his mouth, sound getting stuck in his throat. Just ask him what was going on? But what did it really matter?

“Ah! Please don’t say anything,” Danny interrupted Jason’s internal struggle. “I have been trying so hard not to make this awkward.”

Jason grimaced when he saw how uncomfortable Danny looked. Jason was making him uncomfortable.

“Okay look,” Danny took a deep breath and held up his hands, and looked at Jason with his big blue eyes, “will you please, just let me start, and if you really feel like you need to say something you can do so afterwards, yeah? Though it’s really not necessary.”

“Okay,” Jason managed mouth dry.

“I don’t know how to make this not awkward, but here goes, it’s okay.”

“Okay?” Jason reiterated brows raising in confusion.

“Yes, it’s okay, truly. Fuck, how would Jazz say it,” Danny looked thoughtful for a moment before meeting Jason’s eyes again. “You have needs, and that is okay.”

Jason frowned bewildered and alarmed. Needs?

Seeing Jason’s frown Danny unfortunately rambled, “I know it’s not exactly socially normal no matter which way you look at it, but it’s fine. I have a big bed, truly it’s fine. It’s nothing to be embarrassed about, or apologize-“

Overwhelmed, Jason held up his bag of cookies and Danny thankfully stopped talking.

“Coffee?” Danny croaked after a moment’s silence.

“Please,” Jason agreed.

Five minutes later they sat at Danny’s small table a plate of cookies between them, looking down at their steaming coffee, awkwardly avoiding looking at each other.

Jason didn’t know what to think. Had he gotten any information out of this? Needs… Jason had needs, and those let him to Danny’s bed? He cringed away from the thought.

Across from him, Danny poked the handle of his cup. “Can we just pretend this conversation didn’t happen?”

Maybe Danny had the right of it. For both their sanities, maybe that was best. Aside from his confusion, Jason had felt better after both times he’d slept at Danny’s. Would it be so bad to, just for once in his life, not question things? Jason was unsure how much of this was his brain being muddled in Danny’s presence, but he agreed with a nod, and took a sip of coffee.

Oo o oO

Danny wanted to scream. He had made such a mess of things! All his good intentions and he’d gone and made things awkward anyways. It was a relief his guest was willing to just go with it after all.

And, Danny lamented, his guest had even spoken earlier today, like in a full sentence and now they were back at single words or nonverbal. Poor guy. It had to be so uncomfortable to wake up in a stranger’s bed. If only Danny had an easy way to give him straight ectoplasm, but then that might actually overwork his starved core and make everything worse. The slow absorption of Danny’s ambient energy, probably was best for him.

Half still lost in thought he took a cookie and promptly groaned in pleaures, it was perfect and there was no way he could keep his train of thought. It was crisp on outside and chewy in the middle, and the chocolate bits were so rich.

“You made these?” Danny exclaimed between heavenly bites and was rewarded with a quick shy smile and a glance of blue-green eyes. Fuck, why did Danny’s guest have to be both hot and cute? Life was so unfair.

But it seemed the ice had finally broken, and they were back to something comfortable.

Oo o oO

Later in his own apartment, Jason tried once again to make sense of things.

Facts. Jason woke up in Danny’s bed twice, it was likely to happen again.

Apparently Jason had needs. He shuddered at the thought, because what did that mean? But in a twisted way it also made sense, because he had woken up twice in that man’s bed through no conscious decision of his own. There was something about Danny that drew Jason to him and while it was kinda freaking him out, it was also kinda not. Which in itself was freaking him out if he allowed himself to think about it.

But another fact was that Jason felt better, lighter somehow, than… actually he didn’t really remember when he’d last felt so good. Maybe he really had just needed some proper sleep?

And Danny himself?

Jason had no idea what his deal was. It was very odd how accepting he was of the situation - he’d said it himself, this wasn’t socially normal no matter how you looked at it.

He was clearly not normal no matter how you looked at it. But neither was Jason really.

-

And this is the end of part 3.

They almost talked? They gotta get props for trying right?

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[maskedcrawford]

Permanently Yours

G-Dragon x Reader

Summary: You surprise Jiyong with a tattoo that only makes him more obsessed with you.

Warnings: Pure fluff

A/N: Anon, feel free to let me know if this wasn't what you wanted! I hope you enjoy this sweet story, it was so fun to write!

Requests are OPEN

You walk out of the tattoo parlor with the fresh ink on your skin, examining the art work. You had gotten a few tattoos before after hearing how Ji raved about them. But he knew about those, and they were special to you but this one was going to be special for both of you.

You look at the artwork of a dragon once more in the mirror when you got home. A dragon with the date of your relationship stamped above it. A lot of people told you it was risky to get it because what if you and GD break up? It’s kinda permanent, but you loved the man so much you wanted to put some kind of claim on your body that you were his, even though everyone knew.

“Babe? You here?” you hear him call out. You carefully slide your shirt over your body again to hide the artwork. You had a photoshoot tomorrow for Vogue and wanted to surprise him there with it.

“Hey, jagiya,” he smiles as he see’s you walk out of your shared room. He jogs over to you and wraps his arms around your back, right where the fresh wound is still healing. It’s not like it was a small tattoo, it spanned the space of your back almost completely. He notices you wince before he goes in to give you a hug.

“What? Did I hurt you? Are you ok?” he goes to move around you like he wants to inspect you but you take his hands in yours and bring him back in front of you.

“I’m sore, from a work out today, is all.” You smile as you lie right through your teeth and give him the usual welcome home kiss. You wake up the next morning carefully making sure to clean and moisturize your new art piece. Ji-yong loved art in general and you were sure the masterpiece on your back would get his attention.

“Babe we have to go, I’ll be late,” you giggle as Jiyong fusses with a button on his shirt.

“Here,” you say as she drops his hand like a frustrated child.

“Now you look perfect,” you kiss his nose and he once again places his hand on your back putting unwanted pressure.

“Oh, shit,” he quickly removes his hand, “It’s ok.” You have to practically restrain yourself to not scratch at it.

At the studio you’re getting dressed and Ji is waiting patiently. You fill the photographer in on the plan of how you want to unveil the surprise back piece. He nods in approval, as long as he can use it for the shoot which you oblige.

You take the first few shots, moving in different poses and you notice the look of pride on Ji-yong’s face as you do.

“All right, lets get her changed,” a costume designer shouts and you can barely contain your excitement. Ji-yong sits on his phone on a nearby bench.

“So you can get his reaction right?” you whisper to the photographer who assures you it’ll look great. You walk back to the set with a large towel covering your back. They get you set up and you take a deep breath.

“Ji-yong,” you call over your shoulder. He looks like clearly lost in his phone.

“Come here,” you motion for him. He walks over to you looking concerned.

“We’re gonna have you stand here,” the photographer positions him where he needs to be to be in the shot.

“What, I’m not,”

“Just hold still,” the man says, “3.. 2.. 1.. drop the towel,” he says and you let the towel drape off your back and you turn your head to look over at your boyfriend.

His eyes are wide and his mouth slightly open. He walks up to you, getting a closer look at the dragon.

“What did, babe,” is all he can say before you let out a giggle.

“You like,” you question with the biggest smile on your face.

“I fucking love it! Holy shit that’s so sexy!” He keeps his hands above the tattoo so you don’t have to wash it again.

“This is why you’re back hurt yesterday?” he says partly questioning and partly knowing. You nod your head, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth. He goes around to your front and gives you the biggest kiss. You finish the photo shoot for the day and all your boyfriend can talk about is the tattoo.

“I’m glad you like it, Oppa.” He looks at you like a prized possession. As soon as it’s healed he can’t keep his hands off it, constantly dragging his finger tips across it, and you, as much as he can.

“Its just, you’re really mine now,” he breathes after again staring at it.

“I was yours beforehand.”

“Yeah, but now it’s permanent, no removing me from your life. Not completely.” He smirks.

“I mean, tattoo removal has come a long way,” you tease. He looks genuinely offended for a moment.

“Don’t even joke about that. Now everyone that see’s this knows your mine and that’s how it’s going to stay,” he cups your cheeks giving you a sweet kiss. You smile against his lips happy that he loves the artwork.

When the magazine comes out he practically frames the cover. It’s a picture of you looking over your shoulder with the tattoo clearly visible.

“Right above the bed!” he shouts and you laugh at his child like enthusiasm.

“OH man, and this one needs its own frame,” he starts tearing out all the pictures from the magazine.”

“Babe, I wanted to read those!” you chuckle.

“Here, I got two. One to read and or take with me on the road, and this one is to hang up in our room, proudly displayed. We need something for the living room,” he pauses, “Oh, we’ll do our own little shoot at home,” he wiggles his brows as he gets his camera. You take multiple pictures as he makes sure to capture you in the best positions and lighting, he can, even taking you outside and to shops snapping pictures.

“Babe, I think we have enough,” you say as you sip on the warm beverage in your hand with a heartwarming smile.

“Just one more, hold the cup to your lips, yeah like that,” he takes one last picture and smiles proud of himself.

“Perfect.” Once your home he starts mapping out the areas of where he wants to place the pictures and you can’t help but love how artistic and excited he is.  

“I’m glad you find it so appealing, nae sarang.” You whisper as you put your arms around his waist and hug him from the back.

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“A work of art must be treasured. And you my dear, are more priceless than the Mona Lisa,” he compliments with a sweet, deep kiss before turning back to the walls to map out where he wants each picture.

[vitaminseetarot]

Pick-a-Carp: REM - Random Emerging Messages (From Your Dreams) 🐠🌑🔮

*･ﾟ✧Masterlist | *･ﾟ✧Ko-Fi

Sup y'all, it's time for another pick a card reading! I have always enjoyed dream interpretation, long before I discovered tarot. Amazing insights and revelations have come through by understanding dreams, at times being more predictive than waking signs. Although it can be hard to be really into dream interpretation when I can't remember most of mine upon waking. 😅

So for this Pisces New Moon, this reading will look into what kind of dreams you may be having and the messages they're trying to tell you. We have many dreams at night we don't remember, so this reading will take a deep dive into those hazier ones into account as well as the more significant dreams. Pick any one of the three beautiful koi fish varieties:

1 - Asagi - Blue/Silver 💙 2 - Showa - Black/White 🖤 3 - Utsuri - Orange/Black 🧡

Pile 1 - Asagi 💙

4 of Cups, Queen of Swords, XVII Star, 10 of Pentacles; Full Moon Sagittarius, 3 of Prisms, 3. In the Light of the Moon, Spider, Self-Care

Hi pile 1,

Your dreams focus mainly on the past. You may be having rather realistic dreams of situations that have already happened. There is a skeleton key present in these dreams in order to unlock a passage. This dream must be processed to clear old stuck energy that's keeping the conscious mind tied back. It may require seeing things from a different angle or point of view, or looking at the dream in a new light. This dream may be annoyingly repetitive but it's not without purpose. The message is relentless for you to receive it, so it uses the same dream or similar set-up to stay direct. Like solving a long tricky math problem on a practice test.

This dream may likely involve family members or close friend groups. You may relive confrontations you've had with them previously, or dream that you're getting into conflict with those you are otherwise on good terms with. You may get emotionally meshed with others' energies which appear in your dreams as a bigger tide in your imagery (they may even appear taller in dreams). It's important to apply clear judgement when it comes to these scenarios. Having a bad dream where a good friend cheats or fights with you is trying to help you understand how your emotions contribute to relationships; it's not a reflection of the actual state of the relationship. So this friend may be testing boundaries from within the safe confines of your dreams so you can figure out how to respond to such situations. In waking life, pile 1, you may need to review how you see your individual self as distinct from your community. Your dreams want you to center and reclaim your mind and boundaries so these scenarios can't phase you or your future decisions, because no, it doesn't have to happen like last time.

Your dreams show you are a caring person with great regard for your community's well being. With Spider, I think of the web, so this could be an online community or just one that feels tied together as a unit. This could also represent a large work environment where you collaborate with many people. Despite this, the Spider is largely an solitary being. These dreams could have people trying to call you, or talk to you, even if you're not able to hear what they're saying. Your reverie is swimming with their collective energy, but in doing so is also asking you to instead look towards yourself for insight. Let's say you have a reoccurring dream where a love interest keeps blasting your phone but for some reason you can't answer it, or the phone dies as you answer it. Consider what you would want the person on the other line to say ("I think you're really cute"), then ask if these are affirmations you can give to yourself now ("I think I'm really cute"). The Star card says you can provide yourself with the positive feeling you may be seeking in your dreams. They're wanting you to come back to yourself and stand on your own two fins--er, feet.

Dream Symbols: Outer Space, Light, Family Gatherings, Foreign Lands or Languages, Clothing, Groups of 3 or the Number 3

Pile 2 - Showa 🖤

6 of Wands, X Wheel of Fortune, 8 of Wands, Ace of Pentacles; Void-of-Course Moon, 5 of Relics, 42. Gentle Moderation, Butterfly, Take Charge

Hey pile 2!

Regular, practical matters seem to be the main concern here. This could be your physical body, housing, work, or your finances. The symbols in your dreams represent everyday worries like running errands. However, the dreams that start out as casual can quickly become unstable or chaotic. Grand plans like an expensive flight could be made only to suddenly cancel, or you may have dreams of getting lost and struggling to find directions only for the scenery to constantly morph itself around. Each scene may wildly change the circumstances and elevate activity in sleep. Emphasis is placed here on releasing your worries. Occasionally, they may be pointing out certain stressors or physical issues in the body. Overall, there is a need to take control of your circumstances as the captain of your ship, and you may find that with more time and awareness, you can tap into lucid dreams.

Out of all piles, your dreams likely make the least amount of sense. It could involve a lot of sudden frenzy or inexplicable changes, like seeing strangers turn into floating pumpkins or going to a doctor's clinic only to find that you are the doctor. I feel this is because you normally have your head on your shoulders in your waking life, and you may come across to others as steady and dependable. So when things go awry in sleep, these elements force you out of your comfort zone to showcase how you would react to a variety of scenarios. Many of these dreams come as a direct result of an every day worry and can be interpreted in a straight forward way, despite the seeming randomness. Going to the library to drop off a book that turns to glittery bats when you pull it out of your bag, for example, may simply be reminding you of a library book that's actually due.

You have the 6 of Wands, here, so it looks as though the events your dreams are based from largely resolve themselves even if it can stir you up in your sleep. Many of these things are fated to happen anyway, so there's no need to fret about them, and in fact worrying and overthinking may make the situation worse. So if you have an embarrassing dream about a job interview, it could be a reminder to practice answering questions beforehand. There's a good chance you will still do well at the interview as your dreams are helping you to see that you can handle any sudden disruption in plans and see your goals through. The caterpillar is destined to change into a butterfly no matter what, so it's okay if it has dreams that the cocoon string doesn't come out right or the wings look strange. It's all part of adjusting to big changes in life. The important thing is to not rush into doing something out of worry and to work at a steady pace. Remember that no matter how weird or utterly out there your dreams get, you're at the helm and with practice, you can decide how the dream ends.

Dream Symbols: Theater, Driving, Shapeshifting, Magic Wands, Flight, Maps or Compasses

Pile 3 - Utsuri 🧡 (cw blood imagery & brief mention of trauma)

V Hierophant, 10 of Swords, 9 of Wands, 9 of Swords; Full Moon in Cancer, 2 of Prisms, 41. Convey Your Meaning, Crystal, Eternity

Hello, pile 3.

I see the main theme in your sleep could involve reconciliation with a loved one. You may have a lot of one-on-one dreams involving confrontations and heated discussions. There could be a lot of miscommunication, a struggle to speak, or an inability to get one's point across in the dream. Words which ache inside your throat in waking life can finally burst within your dreams, words which you may have held onto for perhaps years. Your dreams are a place to bring out and vent what is difficult or even impossible to manage while awake. Your mind is seeking to let go of a major issue to achieve peace. If these really are words you wish to let out, I recommend both a dream journal to document what's being said along with a regular journal to help you air out things that will otherwise filter into your sleep.

For a few of you, the dreams may recall a painful encounter or event in the past, which can feel mocking when it comes back around, as though it can disappear for a long while only to suddenly reappear at the most unusual time. Let's say the trauma involved a bicycle accident: the accident may appear in different forms, like the bike turning into a helicopter, but with the same emotional response. You may think, "that was almost a decade ago, why am I still dreaming about this?" This is due to having a more emotionally detached state while in the dream world, allowing a more introspective consciousness to come through. Ultimately, with the 10 of Swords, it's helping you process it through so it doesn't overwhelm you while you're living your life. Your mind is slowly healing itself by "analyzing" these dreams like an audience member watching a movie to help you feel safe in your skin upon waking.

You may feel interested in checking out pile 1 too because I also see repetitive dreams in here. Only in this case it may not always be a dream based exactly on reliving a memory, but rather different scenes that involve the same core lesson or emotion in every one. You may even have a sequential dream that ends and restarts itself like a chapter in a book, or experience nested dreams in which you wake up to the alarm only to still be dreaming, which could create déjà vu. This is to help you gradually learn from past turmoils and errors while freely letting go of past hangups. Your dreams do not show you these visions to scare or frustrate you, but to build the pieces together to create a more unified psyche. They're breaking up old crystallized patterns of thought so the shadow isn't lurking over you like the volcano in the 9 of Wands. It's building the new staircase to your personal freedom by allowing you the opportunity to rewrite the scenario as you see fit. How different would the same dream feel with just one little detail rearranged? Try to imagine how it would feel if the bicycle turned into a Pegasus and allowed you to soar high.

Dream Symbols: Warm Tones, School, House, Library, Spirals, Gates

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[oh-no-its-bird]

Since Ichigo dies at about 15, and Hatake get their marks at like 14? what do her clan markings look like? 👀

OHHH OK THIS IS ACTUALLY A WHOLE THING, SO,

Ichigo got moon stripes !! It's also known as the story teller stripes, and is the traditional tattoos of the Hatake clan's religious leader and story keeper. Which Ichigo does end up in training to become!

There's actually a bit of drama with the fact that Yuki, the current clan shaman, is so old (she's in her 70's, which is basically like being in her 120's for a shinobi), and she's only now picking an apprentice in Ichigo.

Yuki did actually have an apprentice before, who was fully trained and set up to take up the position whenever Yuki died— but they were one of the 5 Hatake to die to illness the winter before the Hatake were summoned to iron court (which is the event that got the ball rolling on the Hatake joining Konoha a year or two later)

Yuki settled on Ichigo being her next apprentice relatively quickly after that, but wouldn't actually tell anyone about it for some more years— stubbornly staying quiet on the topic even when pressed with increasingly stressed and worried questions about it. Ichigo was only about 8 at the time, but Yuki set to training her just a little bit under the table

It was easy enough, when Ichigo was always happy to listen to her stories and gossip about past and present events. Ichigo kind of ended up soaking in a lot of things she'd be expected to learn in the role (religious rights / mythos of spirits and gods / traditions and why they do them / stories passed down through the family / etc.) naturally throughout the years.

Finally, Ichigo turned 14 and lead her first hunt— the marker of a Hatake coming of age. Afterwards, it was Yuki's job to give her the stripes Yuki deemed to 'fit her best,' which is ofc when she gave her the moon stripes and officially announced her plans with a "teehee congrats <3"

It wasn't actually too much of a surprise to those who'd been paying attention to what had been going on, but still caught some off guard. Ichigo had been "training" for like, 6 whole years at that point, without even realizing it. So she was honestly pretty well into her education on the roll, and would probably only need a few more years afterwards to be deemed officially ready to take it on

But then ofc, she dies a year later. And Yuki dies in very quick succession. (Losing her third apprentice, and so old already, had done terrible things to her heart and spirit) And with both of them went a very large portion of the clans history.

Others in the clan, of course, still knew plenty. Yuki's teachings had not been for Ichigo alone, and many had sat by her side and listened to her stories as well. But no single person knew as much as they had or had been in the same position of authority to do things like honoring the spirits of their ancestors or assigning Hatake stripes to their young.

In their deaths, Haruka had to take up many of their duties, mostly by default via being the highest other figure of respect in that regard. But they lost a lot.

There's some sort of interesting point to be made that the Hatake's religious leader wears tattoos that symbolize a red moon. And that Kaguya-hime is among the gods they pay respects to.

I don't really have any real thoughts on it other than going "hmm." and writing that down to reference later, but like !! That's something

anyways Yuki herself is also pretty cute, I find myself enjoying her immensely, so take this art I drew for her the other day that I've been looking for an excuse to post:

[raylenships]

So I'm finally watching Arcane because I need the lore to write fanfiction and I am absolutely 158% positive that all the angels up in heaven and the demons down in hell(nod to Good Omens there) heard me screaming "THAT’S MY BOYS!!!" when Jayce and Viktor were first on screen together. It was like a fucking adrenaline rush I swear. I'm so normal about them(not)

Literally me whenever I see one of them on screen 😭😭:

Edit: oh my god the foreshadowing in ep4 when Viktor introduces the Hex Claw

Edit 2: I kinda don't like Mel rn. She seems kind of...manipulative. but maybe that's how Jayvik has rewired my brain to think lol

Edit 3: okay jayce we all know that ain't yo brother. Mel said one smart thing: "I think you should be with him." You go girl. Still don't like you though

Edit 4: seriously though, Jayce Talis. Why the hell did you say he was like your brother because it's haunting me now. God, you could have said he was your best friend. Anything but that brother bombshell. I trust you'll be in love by the end of this but *sigh* must you torture yours and Vik's devoted shippers like this? Look at Vi and Caitlyn! Take a lesson from them because they're already in love with each other, the adorable idiots.

[acynicalsweetheart]

DDLG hcs with dad curly ? similar to your faux innocence work, but your thoughts/hcs you’d have for that type of scenario? :3

hai unfortunately came to the conclusion that i suck at hcs but tried my best LOL… got a little long apologies

content warning: 18+, dead dove do not eat, daddy-daughter incest, ddlg, praise, faux innocence sort of

dad!curly is a dope and a total sap who’s well aware of you being past a little girl by now—but that doesn’t mean that he’s ready to let you grow up. not when… 

dad!curly has been too busy with work your entire life, spending his time in and out of space with little time to tend to you the way he should’ve. now that he’s retired from his position, left behind the ludicrous fiasco that is pony express, he can finally be your full time dad… and daddy :3

dad!curly barely recognises you, prancing around with those things on your chest, in clothes clinging to your body tighter than vacuum packing. it all happened so fast. he knew you’d be older, matured, independent and that makes his stomach sink. 

what if you don’t need him anymore? 

dad!curly feels dumb having bought you teddy bears as a gift, yet you hug him ever so sweetly—thanking him and smacking your lips straight onto his cheek. you look at him the same, like nothing’s changed, like he’s been here all along. 

dad!curly doesn’t know how to get properly accustomed to you being all grown up now—luckily for him, you don’t seem to mind. you let curly treat you the way he should’ve all those years ago. it’s a coping method for the both of you. 

hold your hand? check. sleep in his bed? no problem. feed you? that’s a given. call him daddy? of course. read you bedtime stories? sure. plushies? boatloads. baby talk? you secretly love it. bathe you? you’d bite his fingers off like bunnies do carrots. 

dad!curly is fine with that, he doesn’t want to overstep his little girl’s boundaries. he quickly adjusts to the routine, probably ‘cause you’ve both already been through this before, it’s just like reliving a memory. 

dad!curly kisses you on the mouth and you don’t even flinch, they come as often as they do for boyfriends and girlfriends. him reading you fairy tales about princesses and their princes is nightly practice. you falling asleep on your daddy’s chest is as well. 

now…

dad!curly as we established, isn’t the sharpest tool in the shed, but does notice your thighs shifting every time he reads kissing scenes—you’re not exactly subtle with it. clenching them together like you’re trying to relieve an ache between them but don’t know how. 

dad!curly is conflicted, he just wants to help his princess, what kind of a daddy would he be to let you walk around that needy? he’d heard you struggling prior in your room, whining out of frustration ‘cause you just can’t get it right. poor baby. 

dad!curly sets the book aside, stroking your head and checking with you to assess the situation. what’s going on? where does it tingle? need daddy’s help? he bares you from the covers, feeling your body with large hands ever so tender like he doesn’t want to hurt you. 

dad!curly helps you get your panties off, a sticky string stubbornly stuck to the gusset as he pulls them down. you’re embarrassed at the sight, hiding your face in your hands. he thinks it’s cute, but wants you to look at him. 

dad!curly noses at your knuckles till you peek at him through the cracks of your fingers, keeping his gaze on yours. once you loosen up, he continues. 

dad!curly trails his calloused fingers up your thighs, holding you close as he makes contact with your swollen bud. you whimper and buck your hips up out of impatience, calling out for daddy as you blink up at him. 

“Shh, honey, just stay still. Daddy’s gonna help, okay?”

dad!curly resumes his touch after a nod of your head, rubbing soft and gentle circles on your clit till you’re squirming. your hole is leaking, crying out like it wants to be filled by something thick and long—much like that something thick and long curly’s got in his sweats. 

dad!curly is humble but aware that he’s much too big and would break you in half if he tried to fit inside his baby. he slides his hand down further instead, circling your entrance with his middle finger.

dad!curly lets you squeeze his other hand when he works his digit inside, lets you grip onto his shirt when he starts to carefully plunge in and out. your body’s tense but gradually unveils as curly’s fingers move against your spongy spot.

“That’s my good girl, taking daddy so well.”

dad!curly pecks your cheek, watching you come undone and shake in his arms. your legs clamp shut around his hand like a clamshell—moans and whines spilling out of you alongside your cum. 

“You did so good, honey. ‘M so proud of you.”

dad!curly murmurs into your hair, pulling out and collecting your slick onto his fingers so you can taste yourself. he lets you suck his digits clean, completely disregarding the stiffness painfully straining against the fabric of his pants when he grabs your face to kiss you. 

dad!curly can’t help but moan at the taste of his little girl on his tongue, horrifyingly close to cumming in his pants. but he sucks it up and helps you get your panties back on, lulls you to sleep on his chest with his sweet voice continuing the book of the fairy tale. 

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[snakebites-and-ink]

Hí hí!!! I have a request :3

A villain Whumpee whom was a big big issue for the heroes, until the heroes managed to capture them and torture them in the name of "justice" before becoming their Caretaker once they believe the villain's been thoroughly "redeemed", the villain having become a mass of coping mechanisms and survival strategies due to the trauma and reduced to an overly-fawning constantly-afraid mess despite previously being super cocky and arrogant :3 (bonus if the villain's winged!!!!!)

Thanks for the request! I had fun with it :)

CW: Imprisonment, corrupt "heroes", stress position, implied other tortures, conditioning, messed up view of redemption

Villain was marched into the superheroes’ headquarter by a triumphant hero. Villain was kept bound in power-dampening cuffs, and surrounded by heroes ready to overpower any attempt at escape. They tried to break free, of course, they had to at least try, but they were quickly snagged and towed back to the center of their escort.

As they were taken through the building, Villain was met with taunts and disdain, while the hero who’d caught them was greeted with cheers and congratulations. Villain tried to lash out but was manhandled back into position.

“Thank goodness. You’ve been a thorn in our side for far too long,” one of the heroes said to Villain as they neared the procession.

“All the things you’ve destroyed, the people you’ve hurt…You’re a demon. You even look like one.” The hero reached out to touch the edge of their wing, and Villain jerked it away with a dark glare.

“Now, now,” Superhero interjected, “We don’t judge people based on what they look like, we judge what they’ve done. But I’m afraid Villain has done some rather horrible things.” The regret in their tone sounded more mocking than genuine. Then they spoke to Villain directly: “But don’t worry. We’ll give you a chance to make up for it.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Villain snarled.

“Nasty temper, too,” Superhero tsked. “But no matter. The point is, everyone deserves a chance at redemption. And we’re going to help you with that. You pay for your crimes, and you might get a chance at something better. That’ll all depend on you.”

“I don’t need your redemption.”

“Of course you do, villain.”

Superhero barked some orders, and Villain was dragged to a cell. They struggled once more, but couldn’t get free, not surrounded by superheroes and with their powers dampened. They were thrown in, to wait for their ‘redemption’ to start, whatever that would mean.

* * *

Villain shook with strain as they were held in a stress position, the latest in a string of torments. They’d tried, more as an automatic response than anything, to hide behind their wings from Hero, who hadn’t taken kindly to it. This wasn’t about redemption, this was about the heroes’ preferences. Of course, they still construed it as some form of redemption or betterment. Something about not trying to conceal themself or escape justice.

Some of the heroes had rigged up a system designed to keep them in place, and stab into them if they moved too far out of position.

A bead of blood trickled down the skin of their wing. Villain corrected the position to stop the sharpness from biting into them.

Their own treacherous thoughts murmured to them that they wouldn’t be in this position—both literally and figuratively—if they’d only done what the heroes wanted.

They glared towards nothing in particular. The expression was undermined with a pained grimace. It was one thing after another in this so-called path to redemption. The heroes seemed convinced that the only way for Villain to make up for their past villainy was through suffering. Suffering of every kind. And more suffering.

This was just one of the many ways they were hurt. If it wasn’t a stress position enforced by biting sharpness, it would be something else. But knowing that didn’t make it any easier to bear.

* * *

Walking more or less freely among the heroes, Villain felt like they were walking on eggshells.

They’d been redeemed. The heroes had assured them. They’d reached that invisible threshold only the heroes seemed to be able to discern, that inscrutable point at which they’d suffered enough to pay for their evils.

All the pain and suffering they’d struggled through….It was worth it, right? Right. They were finally redeemed.

But they were still nervous. Even as they told themself it was done, a part of them waited for the other shoe to drop, for the heroes to be upset by something, for Villain to be hurt again.

Villain trembled slightly, doing their best to hide it. They knew the heroes wouldn’t be happy to see them still afraid now that they’d been redeemed. Their disapproval was gentle (now), but it still scared Villain.

They kept their wings politely folded behind them, not trying to duck beneath them no matter how Villain wanted to hide from the world and the people who’d hurt them.

A hand rested on them, and Villain stiffened—not quite flinching, never flinching away from what was right and just.

The hero noticed. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine, thank you.” Villain smiled, polite and agreeable hoping it was enough to cover the hint of panic in their eyes.

“Good. Well, we’re having a game night and we’d like you to join us. Help you reintegrate.” The hero smiled back, and Villain nodded. “Come on.” The hero took Villain by the arm—gently, they were always gentle now that Villain had been redeemed—and led them through the headquarters.

On the way, they passed the holding wing, full of cells and torture chambers anything else the heroes needed to keep villains in check. Villain couldn’t help but step back when they saw a door they’d come to associate with torment, pulling out of the hero’s gentle grip.

“Please, I—” They bit their tongue, halting the protests.

Their hero escort looked at them with patience and pity (and was that a hint of amusement?). “You’ve paid your dues. You don’t need to be afraid of that anymore—unless you return to your evil ways.”

Villain shook their head frantically. They wouldn’t! They knew better. They were better, now, they had to keep reminding themself of that.

(They didn’t feel better.)

“Okay, let’s just move on past here,” The hero said, a touch of sympathy imbuing their voice. They gently pushed Villain through the hall. Villain’s racing heart started to calm when the area was out of sight.

“Better?” the hero asked. Villain hesitated, then nodded. It was okay. They were better now. Their redemption was done. They weren’t supposed to be afraid anymore. “Great. Let’s go play some games.”

[baede-6]

101 Questions

Feel free to use this as an ask game or just copy/paste/reblog/choose numbers and answer on your own!

I just decided to jot these down for fun. Have at it Guardians!

1.What is your Guardian's name?

2.Does your Guardian's Ghost have a name?

3.Where were they rezzed?

4.Do they remember their past life?

5.Your Guardian's class(es if you have more than one guardian you would like to talk about).

6.Your Guardian's favorite food.

7.Your Guardian's favorite drink.

8.A song that reminds YOU of your Guardian.

9.If your Guardian has a song they consider their theme song,what is it?

10.Your Guardian's favorite genre of music.

11.Your Guardian's favorite piece of gear.

12.Favorite (space) ship.

13.Favorite Ghost shell.

14.Favorite Skimmer/Sparrow

15.Favorite holiday/event.

16.Your Guardian's favorite memory.

17.A painful memory.

18.Your favorite Vanguard.

19.Your Guardian's favorite weapon they consider "theirs"/people associate it with your Guardian.

20.Something they love.

21.Something they dislike.

22.Do they work better in a Fireteam, or alone?

23.Favorite subclass.

24.Least favorite subclass. (This has to do with preference,not skill.)

25.If applicable,do they have a subclass they'll never touch?

26.Favorite (main bbeg) enemy they've ever fought.

27.Least favorite (main bbeg) enemy they've ever fought.

28. Does your Guardian prefer coffee,tea or something else?

29.Your favorite Destiny (specific) location.

30.Your Guardian's favorite (specific) location.

31.Does your Guardian have a more positive or negative outlook?

32.How does your Guardian feel about the more...shady characters in Destiny?

33.Did your Guardian have a mentor? Or did they learn as they went along?

34.Does your Guardian have a LI (Love interest)?

35.Does your Guardian have any pets?

36.Does your Guardian have any hobbies?

37.Are they good at those hobbies?

38.Would your Guardian make the sacrifice play?

39.Is your Guardian clumsy or quick on their feet?

40.Does your Guardian fit the stereotypes of their class?

41.Is your Guardian an Introvert or Extrovert?

42. Is your Guardian generally trusting or distrustful?

43.What drives them?

44:What is your Guardian's personality like? Or take this test and answer how they would:

45:If your Guardian could go back in time and change one thing (Destiny related) without repercussions,what would it be? (i.e Save someone,prevent themselves from making a mistake etc.)

46.If your Guardian could go back in time and change that one thing,but consequences of some kind were a guarantee,would they still do it?

47.Is your Guardian more of a sweet,savory,or salty kind of a person?

48.If applicable,is there anything your Guardian fears?

49.Your Guardian's favorite person.

50.Your Guardian's least favorite person/character.

51.Does your Guardian like to read?

52.If so,what is their favorite genre?

53.Does your Guardian have a side job or are they a full time Guardian?

54.If applicable,what was your/your Guardian's favorite location from Destiny(1)?

55.Favorite (mob) enemy to fight. (Vex,Dread,Fallen,Hive etc.)

56.Least favorite (mob) enemy to fight?

57.Where does your Guardian live?

58. Is your Guardian social or do they lean more towards being anti-social?

59.Does your Guardian have a family/found family?

60.Is your Guardian rich or constantly in need of glimmer?

61.Does your Guardian like heights or do they prefer to keep their feet firmly planted on the ground?

62.Favorite planet (or Moon)?

63.Least favorite planet (or Moon).

64.How does your Guardian feel about rules? Do they abide by them or bend/break them?

65.Is your Guardian a hoarder (be honest)?

66.Your Guardian's favorite activity. (Gambit, Crucible,Iron Banner,VanOps etc.)

67.Your favorite activity. (If it differs from your Guardian's.)

68.Does your Guardian wear accessories? (Bracelets,earrings,etc.)

69.Does your Guardian wear makeup/face paint?

70.Is your Guardian an Exo,Human or Awoken?

71.Other than necessities,what does your Guardian never leave home without?

72.What is your Guardian's favorite Cloak,Mark or Bond?

73.Do they keep mementos?

74.Is your Guardian organized or more chaotic?

75.If your Guardian had a favorite TV show,what would it be?

76.A character your Guardian would trust with their life.

77.A character your Guardian doesn't trust as far as they can throw them.

78.Do they seek out thrills/adventure or are they more of a stay at home unless they have to leave,kind of a person?

79.Is your Guardian more generous or greedy?

80.Is your Guardian more lazy or productive?

81. Does your Guardian talk about their feelings or bottle them up?

82.Does your Guardian use their Light for everyday tasks?

83.If applicable,is there a character your Guardian never got to meet,but wish they could? (Example:The Speaker,Shiro-4,Uldren Sov. This is mostly for the people who have never played D1/people who never got to meet characters no longer in D2).

84.Have they ever had any run-ins/met with characters specifically from the lore?

85.Are there any characters they would refuse to fight?

86.Are there any locations they refuse to go?

87.What are their opinions of the Traveler?

88.Is your Guardian forgiving or do they hold grudges?

89.What does your Guardian look like? (Feel free to describe them or share a picture of your Guardian if you're comfortable with that.❤️)

90.Does your Guardian pilot their own ship or do they let Ghost take control?

91.Is your Guardian smart?

92.Is your Guardian more driven by their head or their heart?

93.What are some of your Guardian's strengths?

94.What are some of your Guardian's weaknesses?

95.Does your Guardian have a major weakness? Their Kryptonite/Achilles heel?

96.Is your Guardian more talkative or stoic?

97.Is your Guardian more level headed or do they lose their cool (i.e hot headed/panic attacks)?

98.Does your Guardian pull pranks?

99.Does your Guardian consider themselves above the Vanguard or do they consider them their leaders or a bit of both,depending on the situation?

100.Is your Guardian humble or more of an attention seeker?

101. Does your Guardian like to try new things or do they tend to try to stick to the familiar?

[nabi-unveiled]

Catching Up: Let Free the Curse of Taekwondo (Ep 3)

Ep 1 React Ep 2 React

So fun facts....I haven't found a place to buy garlic ice cream locally, but there are A LOT of recipes for garlic ice cream on the internet. I do own an ice cream machine. We make homemade ice cream a lot in the summer. I sense an experiment coming up soon.

Anyways, onto episode 3. I am not doing a live reaction for this one. I had to wait over two hours for an oil change and decided to go ahead and watch episode 3. Controlling my facial expressions has never been harder. Although maybe I didn't need to try. Half of the people I know think that I'm a robot anyways. LOL. Anyways, I FELT like I was making a lot of facial expressions because...well just look at them!

There are no more qualms about sharing saliva. I love it btw that Dohoe keeps showing up with his chapstick. These kinds of small details are what make characters seem like real people. I'm known as the person who always have sunglasses (safety glasses really) on my head. No, I don't need them for work. It's just a habit. I'm also LOVING the color-coding. I haven't dove into the posts about this show, but I guarantee there was talk about them being color-coded.

THIS is what I want from a date sequence in a show people. THIS RIGHT HERE. GIVE ME MORE. I said in one of the BL Challenge posts that I frequently fast forward through the dating montages. Because typically they DON'T add any narrative or even show your characters really deepening their feelings. I want dates that FEEL like dates. This was it, and there was ice cream too! I should've just stopped the episode right here.

But alas, I didn't. And somehow, I'll still have to get work done today.

We got confirmation that Sunshine got expelled for fighting.

We got confirmation that Dohoe REALLY hates violence.

On the surface, this line SEEMS sweet. It IS sweet. But it's a bittersweet. Because what Dohoe is admitting is that he loves Sunshine enough to compromise his morals. And just like he didn't want to care to begin with, he will be conflicted about it. It WILL be a problem for him down the line. Because even if you're willing to overlook something, it doesn't necessarily make you feel good about doing it.

And we know that promise will be broken. I knew he would get in trouble for violence before this episode ever started. The foreshadowing has been strong.

Just like the foreshadowing on this line is strong. As soon as they said it, I was like crap. We're not going to be together. Either one or both of them is going to get their plan screwed up royally. My biggest fear was that Dohoe would be the one left behind. Because Sunshine? As much as he SAYS he doesn't have options, he really does. His family may have "abandoned" him, but they are still financially supporting him and calling him every day. Dohoe? Nada.

The watermelon is great here. I LOVE how much food is depicted in this show. This was a cute scene and reminded me that I need to finish my deep dive into soccer/football positions/rules before the next episode of FC Soldout. It also immediately made me think about the World Cup scene in Wild Chives and Soybean Soup.

It's a het drama that I don't recommend. Them as teenagers was great, but the rest was not. I guarantee it has aged poorly. However, I enjoyed that flash from the past. I looked it up. Apparently that drama was 10 years ago. Eesh. The feelings in both of these scenes were similar in that they are very young love and people just not sure how to handle it.

I love that they're training together and having secret meetings in the van. Everything about this feels SO much like what two teenagers in love would do. I squeed internally way too many times.

I'm beginning to sound like a broken record, but the amount of food in this series makes me SO happy. Real people eat. Real people making connections eat together. It's probably personal, but eating a meal with someone is a BIG deal to me. Many of my best memories with both friends and my children are over shared meals. Oddly enough - that doesn't include my husband. We don't enjoy the same foods and he eats super quickly. Fine, I'll revise. MOST people build connections by eating together, and these two DEFINITELY do.

Whoever chose RED for the phone understood the color assignment.

This guy has a problem. I'm assuming we'll learn more later about why this friendship went so badly south. Still...choices HAVE been made. Do-hoe is being a lot more civil than I feel he should; however, that seems in character for him.

It was at this point that I knew we were headed for trouble soon. Anytime the word "always" gets used, that's a red flag for me. Plus, look at HOW happy Do-hoe is at this moment. It shocked Sunshine, and you KNOW he was wanting to pursue that kiss further.

I'll be honest. I haven't figured out why we're seeing Sunshine in a school uniform just yet. The bike was when Do-hoe said he could succeed here. The other was in the scene where Sunshine was being beat, and it LOOKED like he was actually holding the Dad back. Was Daddy Dearest going to try to stop Do-hoe from taking the exam? Or am I reading too much into it. Either way, you can tell that Sunshine snapped.

Which led to our frenemies in the snow. Snow has definitely been a running parallel throughout the show. Typically, it's been hope, connection and even innocence. But it feels like the hope has been tainted through this scene. It also feels like this means we're getting a new beginning for these two frenemies. I can't be sure of that though.

My only question here was "WHO THE FUCK TOLD HIM?!?" Let the boy FINISH the exam before telling him anything. Whoever told him - you are on my hitlist.

We got new information that Sunshine was adopted. That's interesting. It could explain some things about why he so desperately wants his parents to be proud, but I don't have enough evidence. It's not uncommon for kids to want to please their parents after all.

This camerawork is SO good. Do-hoe has scared himself. He's seeing his reflection while his dad leaves the shot. It's him and his rage left behind. Plus, he doesn't like this reflection. This is NOT going to go well. Because THIS? This will scare him. He'll begin to think he could become his dad, and that's going to get all kinds of entangled with his feelings about Sunshine. It's real world feelings depicted well.

And now we have HISTORIC cold. And yes, it snowed. But everything is messed up.

And while I generally dislike time skips...

This one feels appropriate. This is when a time skip SHOULD be used. Based on where they were in life, the technology in that time period, and the situation that has occurred, this time skip makes sense. It'll be interesting to find out where they are now in life.

We know Sunshine is smiling. But sunshine characters often smile even when in pain (he's already done that frequently). We don't see Do-hoe. That feels purposeful. In some ways we knew sunshine would be okay. (I'm not saying emotionally okay.) It's Do-hoe, who didn't finish his exam, who had no other options, who is stuck. He's the unknown. Hopefully, he found a way out. But he's going to be scarred either way. I'm hoping now that we've had the time-skip that the rest is them overcoming the past and growing together as mature adults. We'll see.

AHHH. Why do we have to adult? Can't I just take a day off and binge-watch? This is infinitely more interesting than what I need to write this afternoon. Oh well. Bills must be paid.

[loveselenade]

As a general rule, I self-impose on myself to make sure to do some readings before I open my mouth on here. But I just watched Mizu5, and it's both such a massively sobering experience and such a careful, well-crafted event, I have to write this.

Way before I even felt interested in getting through niigo's story, I knew that Mizuki got outed. I had been wondering this whole time why pick this narrative path, not out of a belief it shouldn't be portrayed, but trying to understand why have the climax of her long, taxing journey to try to trust her friends be co-opted by something so deeply violating. The answers are quite interesting.

Mizuki's conflict to come out to niigo gets introduced right on her first event---out of her belief that to belong in the group long-term, she needs to come out. It's not an entirely incorrect assesment, since she can't share her full interiority without talking about her subjectivity and opression as a trans girl. But it's also moored to her deep fears of her relationships tanking due either rejection or getting othered as a result of her coming out. We see her constantly ping-pong between deeply contradictory stances,her desire to trust and love niigo and her fears. We see her deeply-rooted avoidance coping and rumminating that land her in further isolation and hurt her deeply. Her arc then seems to be framed as a story of self-actualization where Mizuki will come out the other end a more well-rounded person, having trusted Ena (and niigo).

This is the narrative Mizuki herself tells herself. Since Ena took a step forward and maturely showed her patience and kidness, Mizuki has to repay in kind. Because she's always been a "coward", she's stagnate and has never resolved any of her problems. If she wants to be welcomed, keep up with, be of any use to niigo, she needs to step up and learn what she doesn't know, "what lies ahead of just running away". And so, her fifth event starts from this framing to self-growth as progressive and cumulative. She admires the bravery Mafuyu showed when facing her Father, so now she has to step up and not be left behind.

We follow her through the first half of the event as she psychs herself up and remembers the wisdom nuggets we've accrued so far: 1. that in order to live, she has to take that decision and advance wherever her heart and agency will be protected, 2. that she will always have an ally on her side, and 3. that she can allow herslef to imagine a hopeful, positive outcome from taking a risk. She's deadly terrified, but she's making an effort to face her prolems and this is good™ for her. We reach the midpoint as niigo fool around through the school festival. It's a hearwarming showing of their friendship full of fond memories. Once we reach her escape room, we get to see how much they pay attention to her words, how much they remember of her quirks, how much they understand how she thinks. How much they love her, to put it simply. It reassures her to take the next step, despite her nerve-wracking guilt and anxiety. It's all looking up now, we are building to thelong-awaited resolution of this plot thread. And then, the entire train gets derailed in seemingly random, inconsequential ways. And the jarring tone shift comes in part seveth, with the lack of bgm, the frankly boring, yet obscene, boy talk from the randos. Why crash Mizuki's big moment through no-ones that don't even get sprites?

But the truth is that Mizuki never had an ounce of control neither in the decision of coming out nor the timing of it. From her very second event, she's faced with the truth that either she tells them herself or she runs the risk of losing complete control over her own narrative via increasingly intermingling social circles, increasing outings, the pass of time itself. The longer she spends with them, the higher is the risk that the decision will be taken away from her hands. Ena's promise and the fact they're all shut-ins allows Mizuki to stall, but it was always a march towards the inexorable. She doesn't even get a chance to choose the time, as it comes from Ena's completely random whims over whether to attend the fest or not. In the end, a can of seasonings seals Mizuki's fate. While at school, her lack of control gets heightened: she can't control who calls to her or approaches them (luckily, it was just An and Akito), she can't control who's going to be at the reception of her class' event (luckily, it was just Tōya), she can't control who catches sight of her and seeks for her help, who goes to the rooftop, who approaches Ena. She can't even control the final answer of her locked room, despite being the space where she is the safest to conduct her narrative.

She blames herself for getting outed, for not having been braver, for not having said it sooner, for not being able to face Ena. As if navigating the violence she's subjected to were just a matter of her being clever, brave and fast enough to read every social situation correctly, respond correctly, act correctly.

The tonal, jarring, tonal shift reframes her whole narrative away from her personal choice to come out and how that specific event would go, her supposed "responsibility" to be truthful and trust niigo, how clever or brave she was. This was never about her quality of character or her personal growth, whether she could be brave or wise enough, but about a world that has always been bent on destroying her, regardless of how much she tries to bootsrap her way out of being deeply violated.

The other thing is that. Mizuki has always framed whether she can be together with niigo long term as a matter of whether she herself can trust them not to other her through the facade of tolerance. But a far more decisive factor has always been whether niigo would be able to navigate the violence Mizuki faces. Not even because they could get hit by proxy but because being able to fully welcome and hold her heart was going always going to involve understanding how precarious her position is, understanding how she's been utterly alienated and othered her whole life and how this affects how she relates to others. Because she's going to have to keep facing this oppression, no matter how much she tries to outsmart it. And if they couldn't help her navigate it, help her heal her heart, then it was doomed... And I think mizu5 really does raise that question by showing Ena be totally out of her depth. Can she even raise to the occassion? Can she work through her clownish cis cluelessnes, can she get past her biases, can she show Mizuki niigo truly is a safe space?

[misstrashchan]

*rubs hands together* okie dokie:

1) okay okay I have a slight variation on the dance reprise prediction where they're sparring again but in a more serious, dance-fight manner than their previous sparring which is kind of clumsy and fumbling. this is in contrast with all the other main cast couples (bb, wk and rn) dancing at some party. just because both ruby and oscar wouldn't feel like they have the luxury of dancing still but still end up having fun in their own way. especially if oscar has changed the Long Memory in some way and by fighting Ruby with it they're showing themselves to each other.

2) ruby helps/suggests to oscar to forge his own weapon to add as extension to the Long Memory. something something "I'll be who you are and I'll be even more". would like to see the reprise of ruby being a weapons nerd and using that to reassure Oscar about his sense of identity. unlocking his semblance might not be something ruby can help with or that oscar can control when it happens, but weapons are also a part of the self too, and that is something oscar can put more of himself into showing/expressing, and that ruby can help with. (give him spear priveliges!!!!)

3) oscar unlocks a time related semblance to save ruby, and maybe uses it to support her in using her silver eyes so he can slow down time for her (complimentary to her speedy semblance) to feel what she needs to feel. in a more general prediction I guess oscar unlocks his semblance to save/support ruby in some way

4) going off the weapons stuff again just like. them complimenting each others weapons but the clear subtext is it's them complimenting each other indirectly. just because ruby's relationship with her sense of self and Crescent Rose was so strongly intertwined throughout v9, and the Long Memory is always linked to Oscar's sense of self interwined with Oz/the Merge.

5) forgive me but this is a bit of a long one: the headmasters all have a pattern with oscar in that he always ends up fighting/confronting them in some manner, but it's always after they've hurt/betrayed ruby in some manner. v5 we have him smacking Lionheart in a fit of anger after seeing Ruby hurt. he fights against Oz's control for his body to stop him from taking the relic from Ruby, and to entrust her with the relic's password. he confronts in v7 Ironwood after he's betrayed Ruby (technically yeah it was the whole group, but Ruby is the leader at that point soooo I'm still counting it). Then we have Theodore, who actually seems decent (a low bar for our headmasters but still) BUT he is very gung ho about fighting, and welcomes any to challenge him to a fight, even students, and if they win they can take his position as headmaster of Shade. literally all the other kingdoms have come together at Vacuo, and it's emphasized in the books that the only real authority in Vacuo is Shade Academy and its headmaster. (there's also the Crown and bringing up Right to Rule via reinstating the monarchy and lost kings and queens, and the set up to explore the Little Prince allusion which is. hmmm. idk I'm getting sidetracked now but there's smth there maybe). So like, basic prediction is Oscar fights Theodore for Ruby's sake, or they both fight him and end up as the two defacto leaders of the last resistance in Remnant. idk this one's a bit more far fetched but I am expecting an Oscar/Theodore fight, the subsequent overthrowing of the old headmaster and for it to somehow involve Ruby.

6) Ruby getting overwhelmed by her new fans and all the attention she's getting as this Messiah like figure and Oscar stepping in to help her get away from it all ("I'm sorry everyone but Ruby has an extremely important meeting she HAS to attend to right now so she can't stay"). I actually want her team to do this for her to show they have her back when she's feeling overwhelmed, but I would be happy if it was a RG moment too.

7) Oscar giving Ruby sand goggles to protect her eyes

8) Ruby blushing hard at something Oscar says and being a bit oblivious/in denial insists the Sun in Vacuo must be getting to her (gotta love that Oscar/sun symbolism) and Oscar immediately tries to get her to some water/shade

9) the moon and sun both being in the sky in the backgrounds when Ruby and Oscar reunite/interact.

10) Ruby takes Oscar to the Ever After to try and break the merge curse which I've talked about as a theory more in this reblog about semblance predictions here so I won't repeat myself.

send me your RG predictions. i wanna make a bingo card

[happyheidi]

｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ ﾟ. April will bring blessings.

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[alienoresimagines]

Just some words I've been needing to hear for a few weeks now and once I finally wrote them down, I thought maybe there were other people who might need to hear them too ❤️

You don't need to be anyone's favorite writer for your writing to be good.

The worth of your writing is not measured by whether or not you're included in fic recs or the amount of comments/asks you get.

Your works don't need to be recognized as some of The fics of the fandom to be good or worth reading.

'Popular' writers in your fandom are also just writers (and humans!!) : you don't need to impress or be noticed by them to have a place in your fandom. Fandom should be fun so don't let your brain ruin it with a misplaced sense of competition <3

You don't need to post a fic every week to be considered a writer. You don't need to write every week to be a writer. There is no limited places in fandom: come and go as you want and as life allows you to. Post when you feel like it, there is no trend to surf on to stay 'relevant' as a fic writer or a content creator. Fandom will always wait for you.

Your writing is good, and the more you write, the more you find your style, the better it gets.

Your writing made someone's day. Your writing is helping the fandom stay alive. Your writing should make you happy, and that happiness should not be proportional to how recognized you are in your fandom.

I know it can be discouraging to see tons of fic recs in your fandom and none of them including your fics. But yesterday, when I was feeling down, I re-read my own published works because they were the stories I wanted to read. And I enjoyed reading them, so much. And that is enough to keep me writing, because it showed me there is no better person to write the stories I have in my head than myself (a huge progress considering months ago, I couldn't reread something I'd written because I was cringeing too hard to get through two sentences).

Find your people that will always hype you and your fics up: you and your writing don't have to appeal to every single person in your fandom. Write niche fics! Rarepairs seemingly no one brought up before! Include headcanons and takes and interpretations you've never seen written before!

Write the stories you are dying to read, and I promise you, you'll find other people who were hoping to find that story somewhere, too.

Your writing is unique because it can only ever be yours and same goes for your stories; your writing is worth reading and your stories are worth being written <3