#this is the most effort I think I’ve ever put into a joke post

[totaled-drama]

Morse you draw jcu chase ripper and Zee in the saw bathroom please. And the bro moment they had

Morse😭

Fun fact I have never seen a Saw movie before. Not sure what happens in the bathroom in those films but I’m glad these guys got their bonding moment I guess ajdhsjdhsh

[chuluoyi]

LOVER'S QUARREL

- fushiguro megumi x reader

“i can't do this anymore.” you and megumi are just too different; he's stoic, you're bubbly, he prefers solitude, you love being social. it starts with fights, words you don't mean, and ends with an event that would haunt him for a long time to come.

genre/warnings: angst, breaking up, post-breakup feelings, mentions and description of injury and blood, hurt/comfort, fluff in the end (you make up!)

note: dear god i’m finally getting this out of my drafts. loosely inspired by real life events i’ve seen around my friend’s relationship sooo it might hurt a bit 🤏🏻 but who can say no to angst to eventual fluff? tagging @lees-chaotic-brain and @kasumitenbaz (as per request in the ask!), you two are always here for my megumi works, thank you!! :3 and thank you for dropping by for the event!

a part of 1K MILESTONE EVENT

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Everyone pointed it out as a joke, that you liked him way more than he did you.

And you used to never let it ruffle you. To you, Megumi’s sternness and silence meant that he was comfortable with you. You never wanted him to change his ways just because now you were seeing each other.

But when you thought it over now, as you stood before him with an aghast expression and knives stabbing your kind, soft heart, you couldn’t help but do a double-take.

You were the one who confessed first. Most of the time, you were the one who initiated dates. You always texted him first, asking about his day, and even when he brushed you off, you would keep being this ball of sunshine and wished him a good day.

You never realized it before… that through everything, it has always been you. Unfailingly.

So how dare he spout this now?

“I can't do this anymore.”

"You... can't?" you spat out, feeling the first tendrils of anger course through you. "What exactly it is that you can't do? What do you even mean?"

"Look," Megumi stared at you squarely, and you thought now, that it was the coldest of eyes, straight and true. "It's always been like this between us lately. It's only right that we end this."

This, he said. He didn't even want to define your relationship anymore.

You scoffed. "And why do you think we always end up this way? Have you ever considered, even once, that it's because you make no effort at all?"

"I'm trying," Megumi quickly replied, almost in a hiss, and you almost recoiled. "But I just see that we'll end up nowhere, that's why I'm bringing this up now."

Oh, that freaking hurts. You boyfriend had just told you that this relationship would go nowhere. Right in your face.

Your eyes stung with tears, yet you fought to hold them back, fixing your gaze on the lamp overhead and inhaling deeply.

"You're... selfish," you stated, filled with ire. "You're always walking around eggshells around me, never telling me what is it that you really want—"

Megumi's unclouded eyes fixed on your trembling form. "We just disagree on a lot of things. You know it and it bothers you. It bothers me too. Rather than forcing our relationship, I think it's better—"

"It's always me!" you yelled then, lips quivering and eyes watering, unable to hold your emotions back any longer. "All dates, lunches—everything!" you locked your eyes with him, in mocking disbelief. "How can you say you're trying when, in truth, I'm the one putting in so much for us?!"

In that very second, Megumi thought that he hated seeing you like this. You were supposed to be the cheerful one in this relationship, and when he agreed to go out with you, he made an unspoken commitment to himself that he would at least not make you miserable.

And yet...

"...I'm sorry."

Came his reply, and you were sure that this was it.

And to rub the salt in your wound, he added, "I can't lie to you and say I haven't thought this for a while too."

As tears welled within you, you wondered and questioned what you lacked that led to this. However, the overwhelming sense of betrayal consuming your thoughts ultimately prevailed over any other emotions.

Now he could've appeared before you as a stranger and you wouldn't bat an eye, as the cold steel in his tone said, "And if blaming me is what it takes to make you feel better, then so be it."

You couldn't pinpoint the source of your sudden boldness, but in the next hot minute, you marched past him, your shoulder harshly colliding with his in a deliberate, almost spiteful manner—which, indeed, was your intention—and then you ran.

Which led to the next scene: you found yourself bawling your eyes out in the girls' lavatory.

Yuji and Nobara saw everything unfolding right before their eyes. They hadn't meant to eavesdrop, but you and Megumi were literally breaking up right the middle of their shared classroom, and it was hard not to follow the discourse until the end.

"Are you okay?" Nobara had come to your side, ensuring privacy by locking the restroom door out of your consideration. You were a sobbing mess, attempting to wipe the overflowing tears away while letting out all your emotions.

"He's..." Your voice faltered amid sobs as you gazed at your steadfast friend, your throat clogging up. "He said... he's been wanting t-to... break up with m-me..."

"That's okay, that's okay..." Nobara brought you to her arms, patting your back in reassurance. "Fushiguro is insensitive like that... don't cry over him now. He's just a wimp, okay?"

"Why is it me?" you asked her, voice brittle, still shaking with tears. "I t-tried everything! Being the supportive girlfriend..."

"If he can't appreciate what you did, then the problem lies with him," your friend stated, traces of irritation brewing in her resolute gaze. And as she firmly grasped your wrist, her next words resonated. "Not you."

. . .

"Do you really have to break her heart like that?" Yuji fidgeted with his hoodie, staring at his best friend with a blend of confusion and sympathy.

Megumi sighed, finally ruffling his hair into a mess, as if expressing his own state of mind. “This is for the best.”

Yuji’s eyebrows visibly creased. “How is this ‘for the best’? She’s miserable, and you…” he assessed him, scanning him from head to toe, “it doesn’t seem you’re faring any better too.”

“The longer she is with me, the unhappier she will be.” Megumi glanced at the bathroom’s direction. “She can deserve better.”

He was always too quiet, too boring, not able to match your energy too. He couldn’t fault you for expecting more, whereas he was just not exactly built for your expectations.

Megumi really thought he wanted it to end. At one point, it even felt like a chore, but…

How strange. Why did it feel like something was clawing at his chest?

Time heals. Megumi knew that by theory, but he really did see it firsthand when he saw you all giggling and happy again three weeks after he initiated the breakup.

With Hakari.

“Yo, what are you glaring at?” Panda asked, but Megumi didn’t pay him any mind.

An upperclassman, Hakari Kinji, was naturally cool and talented. He was laid back, knew how to have fun—all in all, a total opposite of Fushiguro Megumi altogether.

Three weeks. It’s only been three weeks since then.

“Megumi?”

Wait… Aren’t three weeks too fast to get over your ex?

“Megumi!”

“Huh?” he turned to the sentient panda with a jerk. “Oh, what is it?”

He looked at him with a concerned gaze. "Why do you look so scary? It's almost as if you're about to punch someone..."

But who was he to argue? He had no right to be upset now.

"Is it Kinji?" Panda gasped, finally putting two and two together when he followed his line of sight. "Oh Megumi... but you—"

"Just shut up, please," he blurted then, a hint of annoyance in his tone. With that, Panda didn't pursue it further, leaving him with his thoughts.

From where he was at the field, he could clearly see your radiant smile for Hakari. It was clear that the two of you shared a degree of friendship, but Megumi never knew that you two were that close.

...huh?

Why did the sight irritate him so suddenly? Why did his chest twinge again?

What a fool. You're the one driving her away, you idiot.

Suddenly these memories popped up one by one—

Of you suddenly hugging him from behind in an attempt to surprise him.

How he pressed his lips on the crown of your head when you fall asleep on his shoulder.

How you would give him that dopey smile when he pulled you close.

But on harder days after missions gone wrong, he’d ignore you altogether— the slight disappointment in your smile then. How your expression fell when he told you to go. How you slumped and looked back in hopes of him changing his mind.

“Haaaah.” Megumi turned away, unwilling to keep watching you any longer. Why? Why hadn’t it occurred to him before now?

Why did he long for you now? Why not before, when you were still his?

They were right. It seems people tend to desire what isn't meant for them.

What could have been more painfully awkward than being sent into a mission with your ex-boyfriend?

You would kill Gojo for this. Or at least give him the lowest possible score in his teaching evaluation for the year. How could he? Your breakup was an infamous public spectacle, so this setup was undoubtedly intentional!

You were losing your head over this, and yet your ex-boyfriend...

"Keep your guard up," Megumi reminded curtly, in a warning tone. He looked as vigilant and straight as always, as if he wasn't even bothered.

You threw him a dirty look, offended. "You don't have to tell me twice."

This just cranked up the discomfort to an excruciating level. The mix of unresolved tension and memories—okay, you might be an emo, but how were you supposed to be cool with all of these hanging in the air?

Your site of exorcism was an abandoned warehouse, and the cursed spirit in question was supposed to be a grade 3. You two were grade 2 sorcerers now, so you were a perfect fit to exorcise it. But there was indeed this unease in the air that you couldn't put your finger to.

"Isn't it awfully too quiet?" you unwittingly muttered, staring at the darkness of the wall. You couldn't feel any cursed energy belonging to any possible malevolent entity, and that was what unsettled you the most.

Megumi frowned at your line of sight. "It is. Stay close."

You blinked at what he said, and before you knew it, the familiar scent of him being near to you made your entire body burst with this equally familiar warmth. When you looked up to him, seeing the solid sharpness in that dark eyes of his and his jaw set, dead butterflies in your chest rose back to life again, against your heartbreak and better judgement.

Stay close, he said... So he is worried...

And in an attempt to hide how flustered you were, you looked down.

You walked a few good steps, when suddenly he asked, "So, are you with Hakari-senpai now?"

"Huh?" You spun around, your expression a mix of surprise and confusion.

"You two seem close."

Seem close? Seem close... wait, so Megumi had noticed...?

Suddenly, you felt incited and it made you angry. "That's none of your business," your voice carried a sharp edge, hissing. And you knew you were being a bit mean by adding, "You broke up with me, so why do you even care?"

In that moment, Megumi could've sworn his chest throbbed. Your cutting tone pierced directly into his heart, lodging itself there.

You had all rights to be annoyed, and he knew that. Why did that question even slip out of him?

"Nah, nevermind," he mumbled in response, looking away.

Awkwardness lingered afterwards. You hated this, but no, you weren't above being petty. He had broken your heart and it still stung even now. If your intentionally biting words did to him even a fraction of what he made you feel, then you would find a small sense of satisfaction in it.

But you weren't able to ponder about your mess of feelings further when Megumi abruptly yanked your arm, his voice soaking with urgency, "It's here!"

Sure enough, the grotesque cursed spirit with the shape of a giant bee broke through the walls with a bang. The two of you immediately readied your fighting stance. Megumi was ready with his divine dogs, while you with your cursed weapon.

For a while, you engaged the cursed spirit with all you had. You were trying to focus on the enemy, but you couldn't help but notice the way Megumi always looked at you every few seconds, checking for any signs of injury or harm.

Frankly speaking, he trusted your strength and knew that you were a capable sorcerer. You had been paired in a mission before and he knew both your potential and shortcomings. It was just there was something about this place that had his senses on high alert.

And his fears were proven true when you yelped and were flung onto the grimy floor. "Y/N!"

"I'm fine!" you shouted in a rush, scrambling to your feet. However, as you spun towards him, your scream tore through the hall as you caught sight of the bee lurking behind him. "Megumi!"

He got distracted. The bee quickly latched onto him and almost stung him, until he wrestled it off and summoned Nue and exorcised it.

You went to his side that instant. "Are you okay?!"

"I am." But then he winced and almost fell on his knees if you didn't have a secure grip on him. He savored your touch and breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that now you two were safe.

"Megumi! Oh god!" Panic surged through you as you pulled him close. His side was bleeding, and you widened your eyes at the sight.

"I'm okay, I promise," he rasped, looking you in the eyes. "What abo—"

Then you saw it, the flicker from deep from that corner of platform, and suddenly, you grasped the source of the unease that had been lingering within you all this time. It wasn't the bee Megumi had just exorcised—

At that moment, there was no room for thought, one thing was certain: you didn't want him to get hurt more.

He didn't manage to finish his sentence when suddenly you pushed him away with so much force he never thought you had. Everything crashed so suddenly, he didn't have the time to brace himself or grab you with him, as another cursed bee appeared out of nowhere and—

Reality flashed before his eyes as he stared at you in sheer horror. At how the cursed spirit tore your body, sinking its hollow stinger in you.

You didn't really know what happened next. Everything was muffled—the frantic movements around you turned into a blur, along with Megumi's yells. Otherworldly pain coursed through your entire being and your ears rang, then everything in your line of sight became distorted and faded, along with your consciousness. Next and the last thing you knew was Megumi's battered face, a final imprint before you succumbed to the void.

Megumi had exorcised the remaining cursed spirit and staggered to his feet—falling a few times, but he made his way towards you through gritted teeth. You are hurt. He forced himself to get to you and pull you into his arms.

And suddenly, suddenly, nothing mattered anymore as overwhelming terror consumed him upon seeing you. Blood streamed from your abdomen so much that it made a continuous pool.

"You stupid—!" He choked out, voice hitching. You were no longer conscious and it devastated him even more. "Hey, hey? Wake up—hells—"

You, who did everything you could to save your relationship. You, who cried tears for him when he blatantly broke your heart. And you, who put himself first—and now facing the consequences.

It crashed upon him in that very second, the clarity. What was he thinking back then? He still loves you.

"If you die on me, I won't forgive you."

Megumi scooped you in his arms, pressing you close to his chest, the blood seeping from his wound be damned as he looked at your serene face. His heart shattered in the worst way possible and he almost wheezed at the sticky sensation of your blood—and how lifeless you felt in his grasp—but he willed it away.

"Don't," his broken rasp echoed the walls as he took each step to get both of you out of this hellhole. He winced and hissed at his own injury, chewing his lip in frustration, at how helpless he was.

"Don't leave me."

It was like a distant, hazy memory.

Was it a memory though? No. It seemed far too real for that.

The throbbing headache pounding through your skull and shivers that wracked your body pulled you back to reality. There was a heavy pressure on your abdomen and any movement sent sharp pain shooting through you.

You gradually opened your eyes, squinting against the brightness. You were in a hospital gown, an IV was injected on your arm, and the sterile scent made your stomach twist, as nausea creeping through your guts. Your vision was still blurry as you tried to look around to find someone who waited for you. As you slowly turned your head to the side, you saw him, sitting in the chair right next your bed.

Megumi was sleeping in such uncomfortable position, his head resting on the edge of your bed. He appeared peaceful, almost childlike, devoid of his usual stoic demeanor.

Your heartstrings were tugged at this rare sight. He also sustained injuries and yet... he was waiting for you to wake up, here.

Your chest swelled with warmth, which was quickly followed by a sting of heartbreak. Still, you two broke up...

You jolted, and the inadvertent movement sent a wave of pain that seemed to paralyze your nerves, causing you to whimper. The noise woke Megumi from his slumber, as he shot his eyes open in alarm, catching your hand in his.

"Hey... Are you okay?" Megumi worriedly looked down at you with a visible frown, and the grimace of pain on your face, accompanied by trembling lips, was enough of an answer. He hastily scrambled out in slight panic, "I'll get Ieiri-san."

When Shoko came and got you the painkillers, your pain receded somewhat. Through it all, Megumi stood there, casting concerned glances in your way.

"Bedrest for the week," Shoko stated firmly, assessing your wound with a no-nonsense expression. "Your injury isn't minor—it's serious enough that you're strongly advised against excessive movement."

You could only nod in response. Megumi bowed. "Thank you, Ieiri-san." Once the doctor departed, silence settled over the room once more.

��Why did you do that?” he quietly asked then, referring to what you did for him. And when you turned to him, you saw it clearly.

He looked pale, and there was this haunted look in his eyes. It broke your heart a little.

"You were hurt." Your voice came out dry, and you realized firsthand just how parched you were. Seeing Megumi looking down never quite sat right with you. He was meant to be an unwavering presence, someone strong enough to sway your convictions.

However, a pang struck when he countered with stern eyes, "You didn't have to do that."

...he was right. You didn't have to. What he didn't know was that you were still holding on these stupid feelings, which drove you to shield him. It made you ponder: if your roles were reversed, would he not step in to protect you at all?

"Why are you here?" You weren't sure if the bitterness in your tone was evident, but you continued anyway. "You don't have to be here either."

"Don't have to?" His gaze bore disbelief, as if not believing your words. "I'm—"

"If it's because I saved you, Megumi—"

“Do not even think, even for a moment, that I won’t be concerned over you.” His voice, deep and hoarse, struck you to the core, silencing your words. “Never. I always, always want you to be safe.”

Your mind became a blank slate. Suddenly, all that mattered was his voice.

"Don't you realize how terrifying it was? Seeing you like that?" Megumi spat, his green eyes shining with intensity, teeth gritted and fists clenched. "How could you even think that I wouldn't be here—" his breath hitched, and then his lips trembled slightly, "—for you?"

You blinked quickly, a feeling stirred within you—stemming from that cursed, fragile heart of yours to be exact, evident from the rapid thumping in your chest.

You dumbly uttered, "But we are—"

"Oh, Goddamnit." Megumi cursed, and honestly you were taken aback. It wasn't really in him to swear, so this really bugged him. He ran a hand through his hair in frustration, and despite the situation, your heart skipped a beat at the sight. Even a mess in a hospital gown, your ex-boyfriend was still undeniably attractive.

He stared at you squarely in the eye, unflinching, steadfast and true, the very image of Fushiguro Megumi you admired from afar and fell in love with in the first place half a year ago. "You don't have to... say anything, if you don't want to. Right now... just hear me out."

And the things he said next... all of them, you could say, caught you entirely off guard.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry for not trying hard enough, and—damn it, for making you sad. I never, ever wanted to see you that upset."

Megumi drew in a sharp breath, averting his gaze. "And for days, I've wondered if you and Hakari-senpai are now a thing... and you know what? I hate it so much. I know I have no grounds to feel this way, after what I did, but..."

And like a train wreck, his final words hit you hard. Tears welled up in your eyes in immediate response.

“I'm a loser, and a coward too, maybe,” he shrugged, a tinge of self-deprecation in his tone. “And I suck at telling people my feelings, but I love you. I still do.”

A sob slipped out of your throat and you hastily pulled the blanket over your face, much to his surprise. He thought he had worsened things, with the way you were turning away from him.

But then, from beneath the blanket, in a croaky voice, you proclaimed, "Fushiguro Megumi, you're a complete and utter idiot."

And Megumi didn't know that he had been holding back his breath as he chuckled heartily, relieved that you would still take his ass back after this prolonged mess. He knew he still had a lot to make up for and was determined to show it through his actions.

"Maybe I am, yeah."

"That's possibly the longest shit you have ever spouted in one breath."

"Yeah..."

But he got his chance back, and he knew that you would be alright. Both of you are.

On one sunny day...

"Hey, are you alone?"

Megumi glanced up from his phone, only to be met with a random girl standing in front of him, batting her eyelashes with an ambiguous intent. He blinked at her curiously.

"No. Can I help you?"

The girl twirled her hair suggestively. "Ah, you see... I see you all in your lonesome and I think you're quite cute—"

The hell? Megumi frowned, and he was really about to give this bimbo a piece of his mind when—

Oh, oh. Forget that. Megumi's attention snapped to you on the opposite side of the crossroad. All pretty and dolled up with that crop tee and miniskirt he once mentioned would look great on you by a slip of tongue—that accidental comment earned him your teasing quips for weeks already.

"Sorry, I'm here for my girlfriend. Bye."

Abruptly dismissing the girl, he didn't catch how comically offended she was for being turned down in a span of 20 seconds. He took big strides towards you, as you crossed the street, and you immediately beamed when you caught the sight of his face.

"Megumi!"

Ah, this is going to be a good day, he thought. As he gazed at your pretty face, and caught your hand in his, clasping it tightly, reveling in your scent and the warmth of your presence beside him—

He was content, and once again it dawned on him, that he likes you so, so damn much.

"Let's get started on our date, shall we?"

[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

Hi Fen!!! Popping in to ask what you think the moon boys’ hobbies would be (if they weren’t so busy moon knighting). (For Steven, I feel like studying ancient Egypt is more like a passion, so like what else do you think he’d be into?)

K. Love you! Byeeeee.

IDJIDHVDHFH Oh my gosh, I love this ask so much! Thank you so, so, SO much for sending it! ❤️(ILY!) Did I think about this at work for a good 1 and 30 mins instead of working on a spreadsheet? No, of course not, I would never do that… 👀

I have narrowed it down to one each to save everyone from seeing my absolute madness.

Moon Knight Boys Headcanons & Hobbies

Rating: PG  Masterlist | ao3 | want to be tagged?

Warnings: Swearing

Steven: Cooking

Okay, here me out. So, I’ve seen opposite ends of opinion on this one (both are valid) but I’m going with Steven is a very good cook, and he likes cooking. 

He’s been vegan for a while and it’s only in the last couple of years that food places have really been trying with vegan and vegetarian options that aren’t salad… bread… (chips if you’re lucky) So, I think he enjoys making lots of different recipes. 

It started out with him just making vegan ones and then, over time, became him changing other recipes to make them vegan and coming up with his own. 

Absolute master at vegan cakes, no one can ever tell the difference, and, in fact, a lot of people compliment him on ‘the best cake they’ve ever had’, ‘so light and fluffy? How do you do it?’ “Well, that’s the secret, innit?” (whisk the aquafaba like your life depends on it and sweet potato) 

Steven is absolutely horrified by the food Marc makes himself. (Plain chicken, rice, spinach) 

“Where are the flavours Marc? At least some herbs? Spices for fuck’s sake? I can’t believe you’re eating plain steamed chicken?” (He doesn’t even care that it’s meat, it's just the lack of flavour.)

“It’s boiled chicken actually.”

Steven loses his goddamn mind. 

“I don’t care what bloody macronutrient you are monitoring, you are not eating that.”

It’s not that Marc can’t cook, he just doesn’t see the reason to put the effort in when it’s just for himself (doesn’t feel like he deserves it.)

Steven grumbles to himself and refuses to let Marc cook his own dinner if he can help it. “If you’re going to eat meat, at least treat it with respect, yeah? Bring out the flavour?” He usually preps something for Marc, so he can cook it quickly when he’s hungry. 

Makes so many cakes and pastries for Jake. Leaves them in boxes with ‘Jake :)’ written on a post stick note on the top. Jake is always so touched and surprised when he does. They have taken to playing a little game where sometimes the food is vegan and sometimes it’s not and Jake has to guess. He’s more accurate than most people, but it still only averages around 70% right. (69% if we’re being exact, and Marc is sure Jake’s messing with the correct statistics on purpose.)

Marc: Fantasy Baseball and Fantasy Football

Literally takes it so seriously. Has spreadsheets filled with information and pours over every single statistic like it holds the answers to the universe. It only got more intense when he found a forum for people with the same interest and he literally will spend hours talking online about it.

“It’s not about getting the best players, it’s about making the best team.”

Jake has joked that he puts Steven and his love for history to shame and if those spreadsheets weren’t saved on the computer Marc would have boxes and boxes and folders upon folders of printed out info and then there would be zero space in the flat. 

When Marc annoys Steven, Steven tells him to “go play with your pretend american cricket and american rugby” to piss him off. 

(Marc retaliates by incorrectly pronouncing UK places. 

“Steven, maybe we should take a trip to Ed-in-b-row” 

“It’s Ed-in-bruh.” 

“How about Sus-SEX or Es-SEX?” 

“It’s Sus-SIX and Es-SIX.” 

“I do love Green-WITCH at this time of year.” 

“IT’S GREN-ITCH! Jake, you're from New York, how is Greenwich pronounced?” 

“I’m not getting involved.” 

“Ha! That’s because he agrees with me!”

When things get really heated, Marc threatens to make a cup of tea in the microwave. Steven says he doesn’t care because he makes coffee in the microwave all the time and it’s fine. Jake puts an end to it by saying hot chocolate tastes best with water and then laughing when both Marc and Steven gang up on him. 

“I cannot believe you think that mate.”

“You know how many different types of milk there are?”

“Absolutely disgusting.”

“Cow, goat, soya, almond, coconut, literally any of them instead.”)

Jake: Knitting

Wanted something to keep his hands busy, that he could pick up and put down, and that he could take in his cab when he was stationary and waiting for fares. 

Took to it a lot quicker than he thought it would, and can just zone out and knit. It helps keep him grounded. 

He feels like he has spent a lot of his time destroying and there is something so satisfying about being able to create. 

Once he mastered the stitch he quickly moved onto making clothes. Before Marc and Steven knew about him he used to knit jumpers for Steven and hide them in the wardrobe. 

Jake makes Marc a cartoony style baseball jumper that he also loves, and a thick cardigan for Steven that is covered in hieroglyphics (he spends months researching the language to get it to make some sense, and works in a dig at Khonshu in there and has Steven crying with laughter.) 

When they know about him Steven excitedly requests the “most garish and over the top Hanukkah jumper anyone has ever seen!” Jake does his best, presenting it to Steven (and trying to hide how nervous he feels) Steven loves it and refuses to take it off all winter. 

Most people think Jake has a stern glare when he wants, but you can never be sure if he’s planning your destruction or trying to work out how many balls of wool it would take to make someone your size a jumper.

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Detective gang and their tumblr blogs

Daisy's blog: dykes4detecting

- has one blog for absolutely everything she posts, and it's all a pretty pink colour

- does also have a rarely used sideblog for fashion

- occasionally makes alarming but nonchalant posts like 'someone threw me into the Nile yesterday lmao'

- but in the tags of the same post it'll be the most devastatingly tragic admittance of feelings you've ever seen like #it was so scary though... #im scared of showers now because of it and it makes me feel so stupid #like getting my feet wet gives me heart palpitations wtf???

- also makes posts like "you'd think people would put a little more effort to kill me considering the effort I put into stopping exactly that" and nobody can tell if she's shitposting or not

- reblogs a lot of historical lesbian content and the occasional Killing Eve gifset

- also reblogs poetry, especially sapphic obviously

- posts her own blackout poetry which is quite popular

Hazel's blog: woctordatson

- back when she was 12/13 Hazel had an entirely BBC Sherlock themed blog which was in fact actually popular and well known, in tumblr anyway

- did not change her blog name from this phase

- used to write Sherlock/Watson fanfic and post it

- (Daisy brings it up every so often and when she does Hazel tells her she wished she'd drowned (jokingly ofc))

- now has several blogs for different things because she likes having everything organised

- one of the blogs is called a-stamp-a-day where she (you guessed it!) posts a stamp a day, and a little bit about it

- (I hc Hazel to collect them and have a focused interest in them)

- another blog is poetry themed, and she ofc reblogs all of Daisy's blackout poems

- reblogs a lot of those gif stimboards (visual stimmer fr fr)

- LOVES the haiku bot

George's blog: beetles-and-boatles

- posts a lot about the Mary Celeste which are half detailed research posts and the other half is just 'the mystery of the Mary Celeste lives in my head rent free'

- may also post about other unsolved mysteries too

- made one joke post about Daisy acting like he didn't know her and posting 'ok so in December the Guardian says this girl died after a cult member threw her overboard a boat in Egypt and yet the BBC had an article last week reporting how she was at her father's funeral??? I have Questions'

- however it blew up and now Daisy Wells is lowkey an unsolved mystery tumblr superstar. George finds this hilarious

- also posts pictures of his pet beetles and infodumps about them

- very very very occasionally makes an incredible vague post about his crush like 'he adjusted my school tie and I leant into his hand,,, having a crush is horrific'

Alex's blog: spaceistrans

- says he doesn't have a doctor who blog but so clearly has a doctor who blog

- has doctor who quote "In 900 years of time and space, I’ve never met anyone who wasn’t important" as his header

- draws a lot of cute little pride icons, especially aromantic ones that are fairly popular

- also posts a lot about space like "there's an eclipse today!!!" and then he makes a post of the times in different countries you can see it

- reblogs all of George's unsolved mystery researched posts with super supportive tags like #this is so well researched!!!

- has a scheduled post each month that just says 'fuck you mom' (Daisy spam reblogs this every time it shows up on her dash)

- reblogs a lot of dw fanart and gif stimboards

[alldisneyrankings]

WDAS movie ranking: Strange World

I just watched Strange World…..

Sighhhh…

I think this movie is the most mid movie I’ve ever seen. Am I using that term right? God I’m old….

It’s fine. The characters are fine. The story is fine. The pacing is fine. It’s a fine movie, not a great movie but a fine movie.

The parts that were more than fine, the animation and the color choices make the movie nice to look at. I really like the diversity in the movie and that it finally pushed some boundaries on LGBTQ+ representation. (Soooooo much controversy in the movie, yet there’s literally nothing bad, it’s just a harmless crush, get out of your asses)

The parts that were less than fine. I just couldn’t connect with anyone or anything in the movie. It just felt like I was watching a movie, and that’s it. I only really watched it for this ranking so I wasn’t that excited about watching it. Nothing was very memorable. And I feel bad because I can tell a lot of effort was put into the movie and it’s an original story! And I want to keep rooting for original stories over sequels, but I just couldn’t grab onto the characters, maybe because I don’t relate to the generational issues they have?

It’s funny though, that the movie has no specific villain, and they make a joke about that in the movie! So they’re completely aware about Disney movies lately not having actual villains in them. Which on its own I don’t mind at all! But where every film you put out is like that? Why does Disney do this? They take one trope and then slap it in every movie they release, and every 5-10 years they change it. Why not just make different types of stories all the time instead of trying to ride on what’s “popular” with audiences. Sometimes we have no clue what we want. We’re just dumb nap sacks that like to complain on the internet….. 😬

Anyway, circling back to the movie. I wish I could like it more than I do. The world just isn’t grabbing me. This is the same issue I had with Tales of the Earthsea (a ghibli movie) where the world just wasn’t well established. You don’t have to explain everything but can you explain SOMETHING?

Im still working on where I would rank this, but as soon as I watch Wish I’m going to post the whole list of WDAS movies again with these two included. For Moana 2 I’m going to wait till it goes on Disney plus. I’m assuming on Christmas or around Christmas.

[rilu-artblog]

You ever see a take so bad about that it makes you want to actually post something?

Anyways Gerald and Sheila do love each other, they just happen to be characters in a long running dark comedy cable tv show so of course their relationship is gonna appear whack sometimes

Warning for discussion of characters fictional sex life below, no photos but I just wanna make sure y’all know what you’re in for:

1. “They’re not sexually attracted to each other anymore”

Bro what show are you watching??

These two have literally never cheated on the other (both of the Cartman’s dad episodes imply that they both slept with Liane so maybe they did have a threesome) and Gerald not getting an erection that one ep is because.

He’s an older guy. Not because he’s not attracted to his wife anymore. In fact it’s probably why they do their UPS role plays and why Sheila is ok with Gerald watching porn, it shows how healthy their sex life is. Like, Sheila straight up had sex with Chef and was just outside the room like how was it honey :)

We clearly see them having sex with each other many times, but I’ve seen some arguments say that because their room is dark when they have sex, it clearly means Gerald doesn’t want to see Sheila and hates having sex with her? I’m sure many couples have sex in low lighting, but in-universe they probably turn off the lights so that their kids don’t come into the room (which clearly never works lol). Or out of universe, the network won’t allow them to show a full sex scene on cable tv (considering they also don’t allow them to show full frontal nudity except for the movie and streaming eps).

Anyways, tldr: the Broflovski’s love having sex with each other probably to the detriment of their sons lol.

2. However, I can get why some people don’t see them as emotionally loving each other. We see lots of moments where Gerald is scared of Sheila and Sheila can get really pissed off with him.

And of course, a lot of these moments come from Gerald, as while he’s not wrong sometimes that Sheila can be meddlesome, he does hide a lot of his shit from her because he’s afraid of being (rightfully) punished. Especially in season 20, we do see Sheila miss him and try to be open with him, Gerald doesn’t reciprocate not because he doesn’t love her but because he’s focused on his trolling.

We can either assume their relationship is always like this outside of season 20, where Sheila is putting in more effort than Gerald, or assume that this is just a special circumstance and Gerald is a bit more attentive outside of this season (which I think the show kinda implies? Idk might just be me lol).

3. So are these two an unhealthy relationship? Mmm depends, in the real world obviously yeah. But in the context of South Park the show, not at all.

Whenever people go “oh minor character’s parents are the healthiest/best parents on the show and have the best relationship” it’s like…well yeah duh, we don’t know anything about them.

As parents of the main characters, they are hands down the most loving. They’re not shown fighting with each other or cheating on each other (the hot tub incident is iffy but I think Gerald is just stupid when it comes to friendships lol). They definitely have their flaws, but never in a way where it feels like Sheila is parenting her husband, she rightfully calls him out.

It might seem like a low bar but again, considering the show, the two of them treat each other kinda ok. Season 20 really soured their relationship for a lot of fans, which is expected, but I think for current fans who’ve gone through the 3 almost divorces of Randy/Sharon, any marriage that doesn’t rely on “god I hate my nagging wife” jokes is a relief.

TLDR: You can like or hate characters for literally any reason, people can depict them any way they want, I just got really annoyed for no reason lol

[transenbyconfessions]

Tw // Queer infighting, slur mention, suicide bait

I’m so sick and tired of how people treat trans guys. Just guys in general.

I have a classmate who, when I first met them, was still closeted so a gay “guy” (they’re nonbinary). I was out as transmasc, still nervous about it. They hadn’t known very many trans people, but they did really well about it. We chatted occasionally, they apologized and corrected whenever they misgendered me, they put effort into not calling me ‘girl’ bc it was a filler word for them like how I use dude, gushed over my top surgery. Early on it was a lot of “ohymgosh I’m soo sorry I don’t want to offend you!!” And me going “nbd, it takes a bit to get used to! Thanks for putting effort into it :)”

And then they came out as non-binary. I was really happy for them at first, but the way they act towards me (and honestly also everyone else) has just.... gotten so much worse since then. They call people - people they’ve been friends with!! Other trans people!! - transphobic for accidentally misgendering them even when the person immediately apologizes and corrects themselves. Like I totally get being sensitive about it, but when you’ve been out for less than a month.... there’s an adjustment period. It sucks, I know, but they’re not doing it on purpose. One time I disagreed with them, I don’t even remember what it was over, it didn’t even have anything to do with gender, and they got huffy and said “I’ll post on Twitter that you’re nonbinaryphobic!” Like???? My good person I am Also Non-binary. And they always pass these things off as jokes when people call them out but like. It’s really obvious that they’re not.

Even worse, they’ve completely fallen down the “kam” hole. They talk about how “all men are shit/need to die” just.... in front of everybody!! They’ll say it straight to the faces of the guys in the department, especially the ones they know won’t say shit back. They’ve been particularly targeting one of the freshmen (a cishet guy) they’re constantly saying shit about him being “stupid worthless man” and even called him a faggot???? Like Hello what the Actual Fuck do you think you’re doing????? They’ve said shit like that to him and one of my best friends, both cishet guys, both some of the most respectful people about me being trans that I’ve ever met. It makes me so furious that I start physically shaking.

And on top of all that, whenever I try to steer the conversation or defend the guys, they start talking shit to me too. It got to the point they looked me dead in the eye and said “all men should die, and you’re a shitty man too.” Which is especially fucked because I’m not!!! Even a man!!!! And they know that!!! But transmasc is close enough to tell me to die with the rest of the men, I guess. It was such a slap in the face that I couldn’t even respond, I stare. But they went on later, chatting and acting friendly as if they hadn’t told me straight to my face they think I should be dead.

We’re going on a school trip soon, and I got roomed with them, presumably because we’re the only two trans people going. Just thinking about it makes me so nauseous, I’ve already had a panic attack over being alone with them for that much time. But I don’t feel like I can intrude on asking to switch with anybody, because I’m trans and I could make them uncomfortable. and I just can’t make myself prioritize my comfort over others. Anybody else who rooms with them will get shit too, and as another trans person, I can defend myself against the bullshit they say better because it’s all amateur radfem-lite rhetoric. And I‘m probably the only other student who knows enough about queer theory and infighting to fire back. So i guess I’m just.... the sturdiest punching bag. After everything they said about being excited to talk to me about being trans!!! After all the effort I’ve put into being the first to come out in the department and help my professors and peers not be uncomfortable and tip-toe around me being trans!!!! I feel angry and betrayed and sad and scared and it’s so, so fucked up. I can tell they’re doing this because they’re scared and angry but it’s making things so much worse. And now I’m stuck playing both damage control and emotional meatshield. I hate this, but I can’t stand by and just watch either. I’m so tired.

Submitted July 13, 2023

[a-student-out-of-time]

On the subject of the Omake

//As you can see, there’s a great deal of information and opinions on the latest omake released by LINUJ

//And I have...opinions ^^;

//TA was kind enough to point my attention to the work of livelifelaughlovenikeiyomiuri, who did a rough translation of the entire thing, so I understand the context now:

https://www.tumblr.com/livelaughlovenikeiyomiuri/704618326731669504/so-i-ended-up-hyperfixating-on-the-new-post-linuj

//You can read it yourself, but the gist is as follows:

Iroha and Syobai both survived the aftermath of SDRA2 and are still on the run.

Iroha is NOT really the Queen of Despair. She and Syobai are putting up the façade to make money off of the Remnants of Despair.

The two of them faked their deaths using Iroha’s art talents to make fake bodies that look like them. 

They’re still on the run from, presumably, the Kisaragi Foundation

//And you may wonder about my feelings on this Omake. Do I like?

//Honestly? No, I don’t. And for the exact reasons I listed above: basically nothing’s changed for them, they’re still in a bad situation and both of them are largely the same people. The narration even dismisses them as disgusting people.

//The most you can say is that we now know that Iroha hates Junko and the despairs, which...I mean, that’s good, but I think any rational person would.

//My problem with LINUJ’s writing is that he’s a fantastic creator, but he’s not a good storyteller. His characters aren’t allowed to develop most of the time, and when they do, it’s either for the worst or they die when they show any kind of positive growth.

//I’ve made my overall loathing for Chapter 3 clear, but this Omake really is a microcosm of the problems with his writing style as a whole: what’s the purpose of this story? What are we supposed to learn from this? Is it a joke? Is it setting up for something? Is it just to remind us that Iroha and Syobai are terrible people?

//That’s the thing too. TA put it best when they said that LINUJ makes all these characters, but he doesn’t treat them with the respect they deserve. They’re either stagnant, left to get worse over time or die. And when it comes to morally ambiguous characters, he feels the need to spell out that they’re bad people and that we shouldn’t sympathize with them. No room for debate or discussion, they’re just dismissed as bad people.

//The only exceptions I can think of are Rei, who at least managed to develop for the better and escape death, and Yuki, but we don’t know what it’s like for him after SDRA2. We don’t have any sense of his personality, just that he showed up to save Syobai and Iroha, and then peaced out seemingly forever.

//Am I old-fashioned for thinking this? Because I prefer stories that have character growth and development, where people at least make efforts to try and be better. Not that I can’t enjoy stories that involve enshittening characters, like Death Note or Breaking Bad.

//The difference is that there’s still a degree of change, of transformation, and still positive qualities to people like Light Yagami and Walter White. I can believe that Walt, while he becomes a vicious drug lord, still would never willingly harm his family. Light has an admirable goal, even if it’s clear he’s doing it for his own ego more than anything.

//That’s not the case with Iroha or Syobai. They’re not better, they’re not worse, they just...are. They’re the exact same kind of people they were at the end of SDRA2, and we just have a little more info on what they’ve been doing. No sense of progression beyond their locations and occupations.

//LINUJ has gone on record as saying that he has differing views on character from most people, that he feels that it’s hard for people to change their inherent natures. I can honestly see that from Syobai’s monologue in Chapter 4, where he goes on about how he doesn’t feel like people ever really change.

//This is, of course, total nonsense. Change is a part of life, but I’ll avoid going on a long rant about my views and stick to the world of storytelling.

//I accept that’s his view on people, but then I must ask, what’s the point of telling stories then? A static main character almost feels worse than a character descending into villainy, because there’s nothing to talk about. There’s no object lessons to glean, there’s no drama, there’s no messages, there’s no aesop, there’s no relationships to see unfold.

//If you’re not going to have characters or setting change, if there’s not going to be any kind of progression in anything, I have to ask what the purpose of your story is supposed to be. I don’t like stories that ultimately feel like a waste of time, and it hurts me because I DO like the Another series. I just don’t like the way LINUJ has written it.

//Honestly, now I’m dreading the other Omakes if this is the sort of writing we can expect. All I ask for is that we get SOME sense of progression for Yoruko or Nikei. ANYTHING AT ALL. It would be nice to see.

[lovebvni]

Hi! This is Ani again. Just wanted to let you know that your reading was literally SO accurate. Istg you’re living my life

I’m gonna admit, I was expecting something much more negative. I usually expect negative things, which isn’t good, but that make the good things all the more exciting. This whole thing was also kind of new since this was my first intuition reading. My previous ask was also my first ask ever on tumblr so I was kind of nervous as well. It felt like I was writing an email lolol

But I’m so happy that I did do it because, you were right, I did kinda feel like I’ve been grazing rock bottom. I had this weird mixed feeling of being close to the void but also never getting in and holding both those feelings kind of drained me, on top of being burned out from school. This is the first time in a while where I’ve been truly excited for something.

Something that I recommend people do is something I did earlier this month, where I basically manifested seeing angel numbers and using their meanings as guidance on my void journey. I kept getting a lot of 444’s and 777’s which apparently both are related to seeking guidance from angels or something. I didn’t really know how to do that so I assumed that maybe I had to reach out to someone on tumblr, but even then I didn’t know who to ask. I didn’t even know what I should be asking. But this was really helpful and honestly, is making me so excited for my REAL new life instead of a daydream.

Also another thing is, I am a shifter! Or I’m planning to be one, anyway. The life I’m going to shift to from this one will be similar to my current one but better. But all my other realities after that, are pretty much going to be a totally different life with different people, like you said.

Also, can we talk about how in literally the beginning of the post I was called out in so many ways, like “Repressed emotions + feeling left out” 😭✋ Chill out man I can’t afford therapy rn ok?? Lolll all jokes aside though you are right, and I don’t really talk about what I’m feeling. I do think I am also very disconnected from people. I have a wide variety of interests so I can be part of multiple friend groups at the same time, which is why I feel so lonely, because I am never in one deeply enough to find true connections. I have a feeling I know who my new group of people are though!

Over all though, I am so excited to enter void. I have always known that I will, but it was just up to me to decide when. I’ve been putting in extra effort and I’m glad to see it’s paying off. And most of all, I’m excited to shift and be whatever I want to be! I don’t think anyone would be really, truly free until they experienced shifting, but then again, this is coming from someone who has never consciously shifted before (but I’m sure that’s still true).

Anyways, sorry this was so long, I think I kind of just went on a tangent with this one haha 😅 But fr tho, I can’t thank you enough for this, this has really helped me and re-inspired me a lot. I think everyone should give your intuition readings a try because it’s never bad to ask for help and advice, regardless of where you are in your void journey. This is also a great source of positivity for people who may feel stuck in their journey.

(Btw, I love how you complimented everyone in your response to the reading asks, it’s literally so sweet 🥹)

Thank you again for the reading! ♥️

OMG AAHHHH IM SO HAPPY WAIT

i literally read this whole thing during my lunch period and it made me so happy n smily (my friends probs think i have a new bf or something but no 😭😭 it’s this insane!!)

during my time in this earth, both before and after I shift i strive to be a guide. i want to help others reach their goals and get better in this life. every time i feel as if i help others, it brings new light and energy to my spirit. <3

im so glad i have you some hope and motivation, and i REALLY hope u get the help u need sometime!! i know financial issues r a real hinderance w mental health n to genuinely drives me insane 💀💀💀

i love u sm!!! i’m glad it helped!!

[francostrider]

‘The Last of Us’ Was Not the First of Anything

With The Last of Us the Game the Series released, the conversation of whether or not this is the greatest game that ever gamed has come up once again. Its position was called into question due to the mixed reaction of its sequel in 2020, and while it still had defenders, people were a lot more open to discussing the original’s flaws. But there are still those who call it the greatest game ever, and award shows (a cancer upon entertainment) love to push that narrative.

As I maintain, this is subjective, and declaring anything the greatest is a shallow viewpoint of any medium and only serves to invalidate the whole rainbow of other works that are, ultimately, not comparable. The sequel was incredibly divisive for that simple fact. You cannot compare The Last of Us, a cover shooter with some expensive cutscenes, to more complex RPGs like Divinity Original Sin 2, or high octane action games like Metal Gear Rising Revengeance, or investigative titles like The Return of the Obra Din. Comparing them is like comparing a lawn mower to a cookie tray. I have not played The Last of Us, and while it may be a competently made game, it holds zero value to me. I’ve heard the praise (the cutscenes), and the criticisms (Ellie not being a factor in gameplay, gameplay is pretty derivative, etc.), but I’m not going to rip into it because it’s not part of the my world.

And fans of TLOU, don’t take that personally. Final Fantasy VII Remake also holds no value to me. As does Lisa: The Painful RPG, most Final Fantasy, Valkyrie Profile, Call of Duty, Fortnite or a lot of other popular franchises of today. I am occasionally surprised by something out of my usual repetiore, like Dawn of War, but with my limited time, I want to put my time to something I am interested in, and I’m well past the point of caring about hype. The games I criticize are the ones I wanted to care about (Fire Emblem Fates) and wanted to do better.

But let’s make something clear: The Last of Us was not a first on any given level.

We all know the meme of someone on Twitter saying that Video Games have been nothing but coin crunchers until TLOU. From my research the “showrunner” quoted (who had been left anonymous) does not exist, and the post was a joke to anger people. But I have gotten into arguments with people who claimed that The Last of Us was the first to be really “narrative focused”. Sadly, this was not the only example.

And, say, aren’t we forgetting a few? If you want to go back to narrative driven games, the earliest I can think of are adventure games, like the Monkey Island series. You know, back in the 80s, early 90s. RPGs (both western and Japanese), have been playing with dialogue and settings and character arcs since the NES days. But the one that comes to mind for myself is a little old game on the PS1 by Hideo Kojima.

Metal Gear Solid for a lot of people (including myself) was the first to put a lot of effort into its cutscenes. Not only that, but it was the first I played to put the voice talent onto center stage. When introduced to a new character, you are given the name of the character and the name of the voice actor behind it. As a kid, I did not think of the voice talent much before that game. Kojima not only wanted you to know the characters and their story, but the voices behind them.

On the shoulder of that game, you have Legacy of Kain: Soul Reaver. I was more aware of the voice talent coming into this game, but there are some significant details that marry gameplay with the story. Raziel is a fallen vampire, turned soul devouring lich. The bones were torn from his wings and he was cast into an abyss, killing him before an ancient being brings him back. In this form, he needs to devour souls to maintain himself in the living world, or else be forced back into the spectral realm. His torn wings can be used as an impromptu parachute to glide. Devouring greater vampires leads to new powers to allow him to progress further. The vampires need to be killed in specific ways, like water or fire.

The point is Soul Reaver matches the gameplay and story with very little segregation. You feel the world and Raziel’s character in ways most games neglect. There is no forgetting the narrative during its gamplay. This is not the only example of this, but it is one that will always stand out in my mind. And this was all the way back in 1999. This is a classic example of a narrative driven game.

The Last of Us was basically a logical next step of the trends of the time: cover based shooting, refinement of cutscenes and voice work, graphical touches, and so on. It did not break trends or set them. Spec Ops: The Line is very often compared to TLOU, and that came out the year prior, specifically to deconstruct the modern military genre of shooters. We’d seen zombies before, we’d seen main characters fall apart, we’d seen character arcs and we’d seen some real downers up to that point.

This is not to say you cannot enjoy The Last of Us or that the game itself is toxic. By all means, have fun. But what is toxic is the narrative surrounding it. Calling it the greatest does nothing for the gaming industry except decide an arbitrary standard (like the Oscars) of which games are worth looking at. It decrees that only when you’ve worked your animation staff to death will you draw the greater collective’s attention. It implies that every other kind of game is a waste of time. It erases gaming history for the sake of Oscar fueled spectacle.

And most of all, it harms the legacy of The Last of Us itself. This myopic, elitist attitude toward gaming does nothing for a game about the desperate and downtrodden. Because the buzz and hype has become so important to the game, it muddies the message. We do not live in a vacuum: Timing and exposure of a piece is important. One of these days, we’re going to look back on this game more soberly and call into question the culture around it.

Maybe we can finally quit this Oscar bait nonsense and spread the attention around. That would be a first.

[maybeitsalivescribbles]

Hi ! This blog has one year. I don’t think this is gonna be very interesting for someone else, but I still wanted to make a recap post.

You’re more than 100, which is a number that lots of writing blogs can pull out in a month a lot more than zero, which is crazy.

The tragic backstory of this blog is that I’ve made it because I was incredibly burned out. Check the first post if you like. This was written by a guy who couldn’t take a deep breath without a long nap after. My first objective is not to ruin my health and take it as slow as possible, through gritted teeth.

I had a writer’s block, too. But if I am to believe the file where I put all my blog snippets...

Yeah. That took care of that. (For now, anyway.)

the typos the typos the typos so many typos aaaaaaaaaaah I’m so sorry - I really hope my English got better, but…

I love writing in English though. Perfectionists, try to write your story in your second language. Not only it’s cool – it’s the equivalent of saying “I’m not left-handed” in a duel – but you’re forced to go straight to the point. It helps !

It’s my playground. I don’t write to make good snippets, I try to make fun snippets. Viewing things that way helped a lot. If it doesn't have to be good, I’m free to experiment more.

Of all the things I’ve written here, ““Muahaha”, they said in a polite effort to keep the conversation alive” might be one of my favorite sentences. (From here)

Tags might be the greatest thing on this website. I cherish them. Obviously, I love reading yours, but I love writing mine too, giving you behind-the-scene comments and/or bullshit jokes. Sometimes it’s the first thing I write.

The first time I’ve ever tried to write second-person narration was on this blog. Apparently people don’t like it very much, but I think it’s pretty fun.

I am hilariously bad at guessing what you’ll like. I’m dead wrong almost every time.

Fun fact, These two dorks nearly never existed. I hated the first post featuring them, I thought it was awfully written and was ashamed of it. When I decided to finally post it, dozens of readers tugged my sleeve to say “we like this”. And I was baffled, but...sure. I kept on. I still don’t like this post, but I’m fond of the series now.

Chairs are the bane of my existence, so when I read lots and lots of snippets where people are forced to kneel because it’s submissive and stuff, my eyebrow lifts very high. Cue this snippet. Cue more than a hundred of readers tugging my sleeve to say “we like this”. S...sure ? Vampire Hero jumped into action.

Basically dear readers, though I’ve obviously done the work, without your support the reoccurring characters here would never have existed. Thank you.

Unfortunately it goes the other way, too. I’ve deleted a couple of things I was fond of but weren’t read (that’s one of the reasons why reblogging is important btw). I’m very fond of detectives and I wanted to write a series featuring a detective/thief, but since I’ve only had a bunch of notes for these snippets, I’ve set aside the project. Maybe one day ?

Tumblr is allergic to names, but most of the recurring characters actually have one.

My fantasy snippets are not read much, but they’re still fun to make. I’m not going to stop them. I’m grateful for the H/V community but it’s never gonna be 100% what I make.

Have I told you how much I love notes and tags and comments ? People who interacted in any way, people who liked dozens of snippets in one go, people who reblogged and even took the time and effort to write tags or a comment, people who left asks, you are noticed and appreciated.

Lurkers, I don’t begrudge you. I was one of you for years and years and years. I’d love to hear from you one day, but if not it’s okay. I know how hard and overwhelming it can be to reach out.

I know, I’m a hypocrite. I don’t reblog enough myself – or interact altogether. It’s not you, it’s the lack of spoons. Truth is, since I had this blog, I read much less because my energy is taken elsewhere. Either I write either I read, it’s hard to do both.

I don’t follow you because I fucking hate the dashboard. I avoid looking at it as much as I can. It’s an overwhelming sea of information with 90% irrelevant posts and 10% that disappear when you want to find them again and it gives me a headache every time. Sorry! Again, it's not you! I should change that, but it’s gonna take some time.

Readers, I can’t thank you enough. This silly blog helped me so much. It helped with my writing and creative process in general, it helped me go through some pretty bad days. It’s such a comfort to know that real actual people around the world are willingly reading the stuff I’ve made. It’s an incredible feeling and I’m still not over this.

The first six months were great. I loved it. These six months, less. This site seems to get progressively worse. Maybe I should find a second Internet place (all suggestions are welcome. I know nothing about this kind of stuff.)

I don’t intent to go, though. I want to try many, many things. I can't tell you more in case I have another block or something, but there are projects, so- stay tuned?

[upfromtherainclouds]

It's still wip wednesday if I haven't gone to sleep yet, right?

Have some of... whatever this is:

Gerard is fucking soaked. Out of all the things he didn’t miss about touring, marinating in his own sweat has to win some kind of award. He flops face first onto the dressing room couch, which is probably totally gross, but like, so’s Gerard and also on a list of gross things he’s put his face in, it doesn’t even break top twenty.

“Huh. Grossest thing I’ve ever put my face in?” he asks the universe, or maybe the gross couch, and Ray says,

“Oh god, why the hell would I know that? I don’t want to know that, man.”

Gerard giggles into his new best couch friend. Maybe he’ll live here. He’d get, like, a pretty awesome soundtrack through the walls and the other bands could probably toss a slice of post-show pizza to the resident dressing room couch troll once in a while.

“Okay,” he says, “so what’s the grossest thing you've ever put your face in?”

Ray stops doing whatever the fuck he was doing to make that weird knocking noise and says, “Your leather jacket, dude. All the way. When it was, you know, decomposing on your body via sweat?”

“Yum,” says Gerard, and rolls over.

Ray is towering against the ceiling like fucking Colossus or some shit, and the horrible fluorescent light is right behind his head making his hair glow, but not like a halo, more washed-out green like one of those fucked up bioluminescent deep sea fish.

“What if you were a reverse mermaid, and you had to keep your head underwater all the time or you’d fucking choke to death?”

Ray laughs and says “Guess I’d take swimming lessons. Man, that show did a number on you, huh?”

It kind of did. Gerard feels achy and stretched out and kind of high, like he just got fucked or did some really intense fucking yoga or something. He should call Lindsey - she always likes him show-high and suggestible. But his gross couch is too comfy and besides, he’s got no fucking idea what time it is in LA.

“Stop being a fucking… deep sea colossus and get the fuck down here, Toro,” he says, making a fucking herculean effort to stretch up and grab Ray’s wrist. Mm, guitar muscles. “This couch is, like, the comfiest couch ever created by fucking human ingenuity.”

Ray doesn’t get the fuck down there. He gives his mildly awkward turning-you-down laugh (distinct from his moderately awkward off-color-joke laugh or, God, his homicidally awkward interviewer-said-something-racist laugh) and says “I should, uh, probably go take a shower.”

Gerard doesn’t let go. “In a sec, dude. I gotta tell you about how fucking awesome you were out there first. Get down here, motherfucker.” He gives Ray’s wrist a yank, not that hard, or at least he doesn’t think it was that hard until Ray lands on top of him with an oof and it immediately gets real fucking obvious why he was trying to leave.

“Uh, G–” Ray says, his voice skipping right up to the top of his range. He’s flailing ineffectually – he landed with one leg between Gerard’s and the other most of the way off the couch.

“Oh, whatever, dude,” Gerard says. “Frank’s literally humped my head in front of thirty thousand people.”

[zombieweek-g]

On The Don TL

my brain is soup rn from this cold ive been nursing so forgive me if this stops making sense at any point

I started subbing donbros at episode 8 because a friend I’d talk about it with didn’t speak japanese, and thus couldnt talk about the eps with me until the subs were eventually released, usually at least 20 hours after the initial airing. As a result, my entire motivation for starting thius sub was just to be able to chat about the episodes with my friend faster, so posting them anywhere at all was never really on my mind, and I didn’t think I’d actually sub the next episode, much less the rest of the show. 

Don was the first time I’ve ever subbed a show, so the first 5 weeks were sort of like being chucked into a fire after having only done manga translation up til now, and the process was both easier, harder, and completely different in so many ways (honestly i worry about how easily itll be to switch right back to scantalation lol)

working with such a small window in between the ep airing and actually releasing the sub definitely made for some occasionally sloppy mistakes, and more often than not I’d just get completely off track for one reason or another. If you ever noticed my sub released like 12 full hours after airing rather than the normal 5 its because i was either caught up in a game or a show (there was a solid 2 weeks where the sub was delayed because i was binging doctor who (sorry)). 

There’s so much I feel like I could talk about in regards to the personal journey I went on subbing this show and its hard to even think of how to put it into words, I graduated from university and started working in the span of subbing this show, if feels like a joke. I figured out that I was trans because of this show (not totally true but it did happen in the timeframe).

That’s also not even to talk about the people I’ve gotten to meet while subbing this show, like, people I’d always held in high respect for their work that I’ve gotten to work with because I started doing this. It feels insane how much of my online presence has changed because of this show, like a year and some change ago this was a dead blog, I didn’t post or RB anything and if you look at my posts prior to january 2022 im pretty sure you could count most of my posts on your fingers. There’s such an insane amount of stuff I owe to the work ive done on my sub and even still i cant put it into words.

I was actually really worried I wasn’t gonna be able to get this sub out because I’ve been sick as a dog for about 3 days now, yesterday I was literally bedridden for half the day worrying that I might not be able to even sit at my computer because of what turned out to jsut be a really bad cold. The effort I’ve been able to put into other stuff too thanks to this is crazy to me, like I fully didn’t expect it to turn out so well for me. (like the blog that posted last weeks tl for me is actually just my alt I use for streaming, another thing i only really started doing because of the motivation I got from going this!)

Whether or not I keep subbing sentai, I’ll be having my manga projects taking focus more going forward, especially with how many I abandoned mid tl last year (nexus and kaixa manga both coming soon hopefully.

It’s hard to put into words just how much this show and the support I’ve gotten with my janky speed tl means to me, and for anyone who read this thank you so much for the support and encouragement over the last 10 months, because it really has meant the world to me.

[millennihilism]

I kept getting distracted by someone talking to me while typing that last night that I completely forgot to address others involved in pushing this relationship like I had meant to or at least not discouraging it.

For that part, I kind of just resigned it to them knowing this miserable, lonely bastard (some, like McGonagall, since he was quite young) and probably seeing how they interacted with each other and that he seemed to light back up as a person. I’m pretty sure it’s mentioned at least twice in DH that he looked noticeably younger and healthier after he stopped trying to run away from Tonks. Especially when he tells everyone at Shell Cottage that Teddy was born and Harry thinks that that’s the youngest he’s ever seen Remus look just because he was happy. The Pottermore entry also says his feelings towards her started as just amusement, so it can be extrapolated that she probably made him laugh a lot more, which would have been a stark contrast to the Remus everyone was used to.

I do completely understand where you’re at with it though. I’ve absolutely sat and thought about people I personally know that are those ages and how I’d feel about them together and had mixed feelings; some would be totally fine and others would definitely vibe off uncomfortable vibes. This particular relationship I have just put more thought into because of my own personality lmao. My outward appearance to others physically (clothing, decorating, being clumsy to the point of being a running joke) and social mask when needing to be anything above neutral to people is very Tonks but my actual personality in terms of behaviors, especially problematic ones, and general mental illnesses behind them and when I don’t have to put up a social mask have always been close to Remus Lupin. I had that revelation as a damn teenager when I reread the series after DH came out and was like ..oh. I also just posted about having read some metas and not appreciating having been called out like that. So while I have always seen a lot of “this relationship doesn’t make sense??” responses since HBP was published, I clung to it a little hard simply because I am a disaster of a person 🤪

I should add, though, that part of me is still always like “yo fuck that guy. She should just leave his ass. What a dick” and being livid for Tonks but at the same time can justify most of his bullshit behavior with how he treated her with almost no effort. (As a character at least. If a friend was being treated the way Tonks was, I’d be pissed)

I've been thinking about how much I adore Tonks and Remus' dynamic but physically cannot ship them because my brain is being weird about their fucking age gap. this is so frustrating. they would have been so lovely for me if Tonks was like at least 27 in 5th book. Ronks (yeah I'm not calling it Remadora, Tonks hates her birth name ffs) would have been my ride-or-die alongside Jily and Wolfstar for sure.

because literally nothing else that Ronks antis consider deal breakers for them matters to me - not the fumbled way they get together in canon, not them getting married so quickly, not Tonks getting pregnant, not the assumed queer-coding of both characters (which I personally see, don't get me wrong. but it's assumed and who the fuck says they can't be queer4queer anyway?). sure, the nuclear family narrative being pushed so quickly and thoroughly onto them is peculiar but who says they didn't want to make the most of their time during a war? I love wartime drama and they would have been my shit if it weren't for... well. Tonks being 22 and Remus 35 when they meet.

I just can't ship big age gaps unless the youngest character is closer to 30 than 20. which is infuriating, because Ronks is objectively more fascinating because of their gap. my fucking loss, don't you think?

anyway, after thinking of ways I can make Tonks older without hurting the story, I began wondering whether her age is narratively important, and yes, turns out it very much is - for Harry.

Tonks being 22 in order of phoenix makes her the closest of Order members to Harry's age (Weasley twins don't count because they're Ron's brothers first, order members second for Harry) and the one Order member Harry can relate to the most in his youth and desire to fight. She almost perfectly parallels marauders and Lily in first war and represents the fun of the fight, the fire of youth, the confidence of a new recruit, the safety of relatability for Harry. She's one of the biggest inspirations for his newfound dream of becoming an auror. Harry needs Tonks among those older, battle-worn, cautious, secretive adults who don't take him seriously and never look him in the eye, because he wants to be what she is even before realising it and only reflects on it after spending time with her.

all in all, Tonks being 22 matters quite a lot for Harry's story.

now, we have no way of knowing whether Joanne came up with Ronks storyline prior to Tonks' introduction, but it shouldn't matter for their relationship, not in Joanne's opinion - Tonks' youth already fulfilled its narrative role in order of phoenix and stopped being an important asset of her character in half-blood prince.

oh, but unfortunately it still matters in the grand scheme of things, Joanne. you don't just introduce a young adult character (I'm 21 myself and gods, 22/23 is barely more mature), chuck their established age out the window and pair them up with a character in their mid-to-late thirties. and of fucking course it makes sense for a 23 year old to be down bad for some scruffy 36 year old man, it's incredibly realistic! this 36 year old man acting upon such crush is a little questionable, but still realistic (and we know Remus is very flawed, so I'm not surprised). but you know what isn't realistic at all?

Molly - a 46 year old woman, married to her high school sweetheart, mother to 7 children, 3 of which are close to Tonks' age - being extremely supportive of actually engaging in that sort of relationship, going as far as reprimanding Remus for not committing to it. I'm sorry, what? Molly might have some flaws as a mother, but she is nothing if not protective of her kids and those in their age range. She genuinely becomes somewhat of a mother figure for Tonks during their time in the Order, and I just cannot for the life of me understand how Molly could encourage her to pursue Remus and vice-versa, instead of consoling Tonks in her tragic crush and making sure Remus doesn't even look at her like that.

Minerva - an even older woman who taught both Remus and Tonks at Hogwarts, witnessed Remus becoming an adult from his graduation in 1978 up until 1981, then saw an 11 year old Tonks start Hogwarts 3 years later in 1984 - chiding Remus for not being "brave" enough to commit to such relationship. first of all, why the fuck is she involved in that narrative at all? it's none of her business??? she's not in any pseudo parenting role for either of them, unlike Molly, so I never understood why she even has a place to voice her opinion about their romance. second of all, even if it was her business, Minerva - a professor who witnessed both Remus and Tonks grow up so many years apart - would realistically feel pretty weird about such relationship.

those aren't problems with the ship itself, but rather the way Joanne implemented their romance in the story. I think it would be more realistic if Ronks was some kind of fucked up forbidden romance from other characters' perspectives. the way everybody is so instantly supportive of them is quite jarring to me.

interestingly, when I read hp for the first time at 11 I was quite adamant in my belief that Tonks was in love with Molly up until that scene in half-blood prince. a very weird belief for a kid, I know. I just only liked girls at the time and was relating to Tonks quite a bit since her introduction, so I guess I unconsciously decided she was a lesbian even without knowing that term yet. I also had a crush on my teacher in 4th grade and she was quite similar to Molly... yeah, this girl was projecting too much. I didn't pick up on Remus' queer-coding until I fell down the rabbit hole of lgbt discourse at 14, but was pretty shocked to read about Tonks falling for a man at 11. she was so like me until she wasn't :) it's pretty funny to think about now.

in conclusion, I'm hella jealous of those of you who don't have weird brains and can enjoy Ronks to their fullest potential. their canon writing has its issues but they're more interesting for it, truly. I'll stay in my no fun corner, headcanoning them as lavender married, queer-platonic, bisexual besties co-parenting Teddy Alastor Tonks.

[lemontreefantasy]

Sails and Anchors - Part 2

wc: 6.4k damn this is long

genre: fluff, smut, angst

warnings: mentions of mental illness, robberies, gunshots, choking, overstimulation, rough sex idk (?)

taglist: @corvidqueen319 @katelynnsqueendom​ @marievllr-abg​ @eclecticranchzonkcookie @supernintendobabe​ @stayoffmybyunsworld​ @ateezourstars​ @voidcupidz​ @seonghwarizon​

A continuation of Part 1 - Abandon Ship

Part 2 – Batten Down The Hatches

After becoming friendly with one of the top army majors in town, an old friend from high school reappears. The merchant’s ball is soon approaching and brings along bittersweet events.

a/n I know I took super long to post this but it’s my child at this point I’ve put so much time and effort into it lol im sry, also please like AND reblog!

How could you miss such a handsome face like his around town? Did you ever notice him come to the bar? You had never seen him around town until your encounter with him that day. Then again, you never really ventured out too much to come across any army men either.

“Shall I accompany you to your destination?” he asked

Honestly, with a face like his, you would just be downright stupid to deny a request like that. You also figured it would probably be good to make a connection with him in case you ran into any trouble at the bar. You spoke with him as you both walked along the port, with the vast ocean in view.

“Of course,” you complied giving him a shy smile. “So Seonghwa… are you from around town?”

“Yes, I am, actually. Born and raised.” He walked alongside you with one hand on his holster and the other behind his back.

“Oh really?”

“Why? Not much good-looking militants out here?” he joked with a slight chuckle leaving his lips. You noted his cocky tone but chose to dismiss it as a joke.

“I don’t really waltz around town a lot. I usually spend most of my time at the training headquarters near the central palace teaching the newcomers.”

“I see. Haven’t really seen a face like yours ‘round here so…”

“I actually finished my day’s training and decided to take a trip down to the merchant markets. It’s been months since I’ve explored down here.”

“Months?”

“Yes, months. It may seem like a lot but I don’t really have time to venture out most days. Before being transferred to the army, I served on the naval ships for a while. The ones that would be out for months and months. So.. not much time spent on land, you know?”

“Oh wow, navy and army. Damn.”

“Damn, indeed. Enough about me, how is business?”

How’s business? How did he know about the bar?

“Wait I’m sorry… do you know me?” you questioned him.

“Of course! Everyone knows you, you’re the boss, aren’t you? Or… boss… lady? Right?”

“Well, yeah. Didn’t think I was that popular though.”

“I’ve never seen you before, only overheard some colleagues talking about you. They didn’t mention how beautiful you were though” he said to you in a deep voice, giving you a wink.

You palmed off the compliment, as you normally did with most men, even though his words gave you a butterfly or two in your stomach.

“What did your colleagues say?”

“They were speaking about how some no-good thieves robbed you all. But don’t worry, we’re looking into it.”

“Oh… yeah. That shook me up a bit, I won’t lie.”

“Have you had any repeated experiences like it since then?”

“No, not really. I mean, shoddy men come in all the time but they mean no harm. It’s hard to tell who has bad intentions.”

“I hear ya. But if anything like that happens again, send for me right away. Even if you need someone to hang around for safety’s sake. We’re trying our best to keep the community as safe as we can right now. If things only escalate, we can jeopardize the merchant markets, the sea ports… it would all be just a big mess.

And of course… I wouldn’t want you to get hurt.”

There he goes again. Slipping in those innocent lines. For some reason you couldn’t seem to believe anything a man said to you after hongjoong left. You were not going to be that naïve this time.

“Thank you, that really means a lot to me. I do have watchmen but they’re like family to me now. If something happens to them I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself.”

“I understand.”

When you approached the tavern, you invited him in for drinks on the house. After all, as cocky as he is, the man did save your life. You fixed him a beer and sat with him as the business was a bit slow.

“You know, I knew your father.”

With eyebrows raised, he piqued your curiosity. “You did?”

“Not personally, but he and my father got along quite well. They would meet at the merchants’ ball and have long discussions about politics and the economy, things like that.”

“Ah, the merchants’ ball that he never took me to.”

“I’m pretty sure you’ll be invited this year. It’s happening next month at the central palace. My father always took me with him but I was never really interested.”

“What did your father do?”

“He was an investor. He tried to get me into it but I was more interested in exploring unknown territory and making a life for myself.”

“I feel like my father never took me because he thought he would be around. Sadly, you never really know when your last day is.”

“I’m sorry, he really was a good man. A man of his word.”

That evening you and seonghwa spoke for quite a while. He stayed with you until it was time to close and made sure you wrapped up the day without incident. You appreciated the gesture but didn’t put your full trust in him, after all, you had only known him for a few hours.

~

A few months had passed. A huge election took place which booted the current serving government and led to the installation of a new one. One with promises to make the streets safer, promote business among merchants and boost the number of visitors who came to buy and sell goods. Fortunately, those promises were not empty and for the first time in a very long time, things seemed normal again. You were less worried about being targeted, more foreign visitors came to the tavern and business was alive. As a result, the merchant’s ball was pushed back until the new government had settled in.

Seonghwa was promoted to a Major and as time progressed, you had realized how well-respected he was among his colleagues and most townsfolk. Servicemen knew him as the sharp-shooter who had golden aim and businessmen knew him from his father’s successful investment portfolio. Commoners knew him as the handsome patrol guard. He would often visit the tavern closer to weekends to have a drink or two but his visits were more frequent as the weeks went by.

There was still, however, no sign of hongjoong. You remember the letter he scribbled before he left.

“Please do not despise me. I love you with every fibre of my being”

But there was only so much you could take. How long do you have to wait for love that is not even guaranteed to last? Being with hongjoong still felt like a fever dream. But that dream was slowly coming to an end, withering away, flames fading.

On the other hand, you and Seonghwa had grown closer. Much quite like the opposite of hongjoong, dare you say. He always made sure to visit you ever so often when he had time, whether he was just coming for a drink alone or with colleagues, or just making sure you were okay during his occasional patrols. Hell, he even broke up a few barfights on crowded nights on his own accord. Seeing him in action like that… you had to check the wet spot in your knickers. It was certainly a sight to see.

However, you kept your walls up but as time progressed, Seonghwa kept breaking them down one by one. He made you feel secure and protected. He was someone you could always rely on when you needed it and you knew you could tell him anything and he would never tell a soul; your secrets were sure to be safe with him. Not to mention a part of you inside melted a bit whenever he would smile at you. You remember times when he would come to see you after closing hours. He would take you for a walk along the dimly lit dock and tell you stories of his navy days while looking at the moon’s reflection dancing on the ocean. Some days he would take you out for picnics in the botanical gardens where you would spend the day in the sunlights taking in the beautiful flora. When you were with seonghwa, you were at peace. He was your anchor on your turbulent days and the relief you needed when you felt alone.

~

At the end of the week, the both of you went out for dinner in the town. Seonghwa had mustered up the courage to ask you on a date to which you accepted. You thought that if anyone deserved to go on a date with you, it was him. He treated you with respect and always made time for you, and honestly, you were curious to experience what the night would be like. Dinner was lovely and afterwards, the both of you went back to his house to relax and have some wine. His home was quite large, as you had expected, and contained mostly wooden furnishings and high ceilings. He took your coat and hung it on the carved coat hanger and sat you down on a velvet burgundy couch in the living area as he fetched the wine from his cellar. You try to make yourself comfortable in the new environment and in no time, he returns with two glasses and a bottle, pouring you a half glass of red wine. After setting the bottle down, he saunters over to a small table and picks up a peculiar, pastel green envelope and hands it to you.

“I was given the opportunity to personally give this to you, miss y/n,” he smiled, handing you the envelope.

“What’s this?” you asked.

“Open it.”

“On behalf of the ministry of trade, we cordially invite you to join us as we celebrate the success of small-business owners at the annual Merchants’ Ball,”

“So, it’s that fancy, is it? God, what do I wear? Is it really formal? What do you even do at these things?”

“Relax, it’s not that bad, just wear something nice. Guests mostly go to catch up on old times or network with new people,” he explains taking a seat next to you after pouring himself some wine.

“Are you going?”

“Why? Does that matter to you?” he asked in a playful, nagging tone.

“I was just asking…”

“I am going, actually. I don’t want to but it would be good to show face, you know?”

“Oh, really?”

“Would you like to go together? You can keep me company for the night while I introduce you to some of the merchants. That’s if you want of course.”

You hated to admit that he was right. You despised big social settings with hoity-toity businessmen who thought they owned the world, not to mention how bad your social anxiety would be if you went alone. You really had no idea who the other town’s business owners were. You were always busy in your father’s own business or your schooling that it was never a priority for you.

“That would be nice, thank you.”

Seonghwa gave you a small smile, knowing that his request was successful, “you know I’ll always be there for you.”

A bottle of wine later and the both of you were now tipsy, heads dizzy, jokes and giggles fill the air. Seonghwa notices you gazing at him, admiring how handsome he was, how he made you laugh and he slowly leaned in and gave you a light kiss on the lips. It was so delicate and slow. You felt your cheeks burn and your heart beat so hard you swear you could hear it. Raising your hand to caress his jaw, he returns the gesture, putting his fingertips on your chin. The kiss deepened as he sucked on your bottom lip, prodding further as he felt your hands slip down to his chest. You wanted him so badly, so you took him. Pushing him into the back of the sofa, you hoist one leg over him, sitting on his lap facing him. You hold his face in your hands and kiss him once more. Seonghwa took the opportunity to trail sweet kisses and love bites down your neck and on your chest. You loosen the straps of your dress so that it fell over your shoulders. His doe-eyed expression turned you on as you lowered the top of your dress to expose your breasts. Licking and sucking on your buds, he sneaked a hand up your long skirt and began rubbing your clothed clit.

“Fuck yes seonghwa,” you moaned.

Humming around your nipple he lowered his tone, “that’s right baby, say my name again.”

After moaning his name a few more times, he had enough and carried you bridal-style to his bedroom. Laying you down gently, he climbed over you making sure his knees parted your legs. His stare on you was  hungry like if he was the hunter and you were his prey. You had no complaints whatsoever as the look on his face was enough to send you over the edge. Stripping you of your underwear, he made no hesitation in parting you and licking your folds, making sure his lapping on your sweet bud. A loud scream escaped your lips as he moaned into you, adding two digits into you one by one. Soon enough he had you at your peak, curling his fingers up into you. He noticed you gripping onto the sheets, toes curling and your back arched and continued his pace as your overstimulation only turned him on more. Your legs closed in on his head but his tongue still had access to that sweet spot of yours. You had to physically pry him off of you for  him to give you a break. He gave you a few minutes for the stars in your vision to dissipate before he lay next you, kissing you once more. You grasp his member, now red and rock hard, patiently awaiting your attention. You pump him in your hands for a few minutes while trying to handle seonghwa’s tongue down your throat.

“I need you to fuck me,” you whispered in his ear.

“You’re going to have to ask a little nicer, baby.”

“Please, seonghwa. I need you inside me now,” you cry out grabbing onto his chest.

He flipped you onto your stomach and positioned himself behind you. Like a natural instinct, you were on your knees with your back arching into the mattress. Shifting your weight to your forearms, you feel his member gliding through your folds. You hear a him spit on his cock before he slowly breached your walls. He notices you fisting the sheets and he hears your quiet muffled moans.

“Tell me darling, do you like that?” he says as he pushes further into you.

“Fuck yes, I want it,” you manage to stifle out

You feel his hand run down your back towards your hair where he grasps a good handful and uses it as leverage to fill you to the brim. He finds a rhythm of deep, stable strokes that send you into a daze. Your juices coat his cock as he strikes your ass with one swift motion, begging him for more. The sweet sting and the burning in your core were enough to send you over the edge. Moans and sweet nothings spilling from your lips.

“Cum on this cock, darling. I want to see you cum.”

Again, his overstimulation kink kicked in and seonghwa didn’t stop until you were a convulsing little mess under him. After coming down from your high, it was his turn. He turned you onto your back and re-entered your soaking wet cunt. He leaned over you and locked you in place. Your legs were suspended in the air and his hands hooked under your back to grip your shoulders. If you thought the previous position was intense, this one was worse. With seonghwa’s face hovering over yours, you watch his face contort as he slammed into you, desperate to orgasm. One hand over his back and the other on his neck you whisper in his ears.

“You fuck me so good, seonghwa. Give it to me,” and with that, you feel his pace weaken as he buried his face into your neck and spilled his warm seed in you. You closed your eyes and drank in the sound of his breathy moans as he collapsed beside you. A few minutes later he sprung back out of bed to clean you up before falling asleep in his arms for the rest of the night.  You weren’t exactly sure what to label this relationship with seonghwa as, but as for tonight, it was simply just drunk sex to you.

~

Later that week, you set out into the city to find an evening gown for the ball. You enter one of the popular boutiques and a nice lady greets you. “What can I help you with today miss bosslady?” You recognize the nickname but can’t help but wonder how much people really know who you are. Even in the city?

“Hello, I’m looking for an evening gown for the merchant’s ball. Can you help me find something?”

“Of course, love. We got lots of new styles for ya.”

After trying on many cheesy, lacy, awkward fitting dresses, you finally decide on a simple black, one-shoulder dress, fitted but long with a slit to the side. You thank the woman for her help and start your trek back home.

It had been quite a while since you came to this part of the city. You were always so cooped up at the bar that going out wasn’t really on your to-do list. Nothing really changed. You spot a bakery at the end of the street and try to make your way there when a tall man with an impressive physique began flagging you down. You had second thoughts of whether you should stop or not, but upon a closer look, you realized it was your old classmate Choi San. You notice his hair had grown out quite a bit and he seemed just as handsome as he did in high school.

However, while the average woman would run to him no questions asked. It was a little different between you and san. A few years before your father had passed away, his father started a rumour accusing your father of hiring men to destroy his business place. Everyone eventually figured out that it was all a big tale as your father’s character was very far from the story that spread. But unfortunately, this caused a bit of friction between you and san going to school. Both of you weren’t friends per say, but after that incident it was quite awkward between you both. At the time, you were pissed that his father had that audacity to say such a thing and the fact that san said nothing to you during that time, not even an apology, you had no intentions of interacting with him.

That was until today. You pause your stride to face him from across the street and flash an awkward smile.

“Y/n is that really you?” he smiled and asked

“Yes, hi san.”

He walks across the street and approached you. “Ah it’s been so long, I heard about your dad. I’m so sorry.”

“Yeah, well that’s life, I guess. I’m doing alright now though.”

“That’s good to hear. I know we didn’t speak to each other much but I just wanted to say I’m really sorry for all the trouble my father caused. He isn’t well right now… mentally that is. I fear it may have started earlier than his actual diagnosis. Please understand that.”

“Oh… I didn’t know that. It’s okay san. Let’s just put all this behind us and move on with our lives yeah?” You extend your hand to shake his and he returns the gesture.

“Thank you. I’d really like to start over from now. A clean slate between two business owners, you and I.”

You give him a small smile before attempting to leave the conversation. “I should probably get going. I need to sort out some things back at the shop.”

“It was really nice seeing you y/n. Feel free to drop by anytime.” And with that, san gazed at you as if he longed for you to stay a bit longer. But the situation was so awkward for you that you didn’t quite know how to navigate it.

~

A few days passed and it was finally the day of the merchant’s ball. You had your entire look planned and took the day off from the shop. You took a shower, and stepped into your dress. You did your hair in large bouncy waves that you swept to one side of your shoulder and put your black heels on.

Not too long after you finished your makeup, your handsome escort had arrived dressed in a black suit adorned with embellishments. His hair was shaved at the sides with a side part, hair sweeping to one side of his head. He looked absolutely delicious and you tried your best not to be nervous around him. You took his hand as he led you to the carriage that he came in.

“You look exceptionally gorgeous tonight, darling,” he said to you.

Darling.

“Thanks, Seonghwa. You look really nice as well.”

The ride to palace was quiet and short. Seonghwa exited first and told you to wait. He opened your door and helped you out. Holding on to you the entire time, helping you up the grand staircase outside the palace. Upon entering you were greeted by palace staff who ushered you both into the main hall where the function took place. It was a giant hall with high ceilings, large crystal chandeliers, giant tiles on the floor, imported paintings and gold furnishings. Guests appropriately dressed, not overly fancy but not boring either, you could say that you fit in quite well.

Of course, as soon as you walked in, many guests had stopped seonghwa to greet him and catch up on old times as he was attending on behalf of his father. He introduced you to some of the shop owners in town as well as some of his army associates, all of which were pleased to meet you as they knew your father. You had really underestimated how many people knew who you were but you didn’t complain. The more connections you made in this town was better for you. As seonghwa spoke to a more matured woman who claimed to know him since he was a child, you spot the eating area where the hors d’oeuvres were being served. You gestured to seonghwa the direction that you were heading and proceeded to fill your stomach. After getting something to eat, you feel a pair of eyes on you but honestly you were so caught up in eating that you didn’t care to pay attention to your surroundings much. The gentleman approached you with a hand to the small of your back.

“Mind if I join you?”

You look up at the man, only to notice it was the one and only choi san. He takes a seat next to you and sips on his drink.

“You look really lovely tonight. It’s nice to see you here.”

“You look great as well, san. And yeah, it’s my first time coming to the ball.”

“I’ve only been to about two of these before. You don’t miss anything really, haha. Just a bunch of old folks talking about each other’s business.” You both chuckle as he takes another sip of his drink and you both look blankly into the distance. There seemed to be no more tension between the both of you, but more so a shared feeling of having the weight of the responsibility of managing the family business passed down not by choice but by default. You didn’t mind doing it, but it took a toll on you even though you tried not to show it, and after hongjoong left, life just seemed a bit emptier.

“I don’t know if this is right to say now but… I really regret what happened between our fathers. God, you must have hated me in school. I was really insecure back then. I just didn’t know how to handle it.” At this point, you’re unsure if this is the alcohol speaking or not.

“Look san, we put all that behind us, remember? A new generation has started. Times are changing, things are different. What happened then is in the past, there’s no need to go back there now,” you explained.

“I know, I know. I just, not that it matters now but, I really liked you back then. When he said that shit, I was so angry. I knew you wouldn’t dare look my way after that. So, I never approached you.”

“Wait, really?” you chuckle at his confession. “And what about now?”

“What about now?” he asks.

“Do you still have feelings for me?” you ask jokingly.

San turns his head to look at you and rests his drink on the bar counter. He slowly takes your hand in his and closes the space between you.

“Maybe I do. But seeing you walk in with Park Seonghwa, arm in arm like that… I don’t know how to feel now.”

“I mean, he asked me to accompany him. It’s a bit complicated right now.” You overhear the classical music in the background growing louder and louder and notice the guests have started to dance.

“Well,” he says pulling you closer, “is it so complicated that I can’t dance with you?” he asks, offering his hand to you.

Without saying a word, you hesitantly held his hand. You wondered if seonghwa would be okay with this, but then you remind yourself that you didn’t belong to him. You didn’t belong to anyone as a matter of fact. You were a free woman. Honestly you were a bit shocked to know that san had eyes on you after so many years. Life was so chaotic the last thing you needed was ANOTHER man in your life. But you didn’t like seeing san sulk the way he did. You felt really bad but it wasn’t like it was your fault?

San guided you to the dance floor and placed one hand on your waist, the other in your hand. Meanwhile your hand naturally gravitated towards his shoulder. With light feet, you drifted across the floor. Round and round in circles you went, occasionally glancing at san who’s grip on you was solid, his eyes never wavering. It was as if this was the moment that he waited for for so many years. You notice the glances of many other guests on you both. Pleasant ones. You felt like somewhat of a princess being twirled around, trying to keep up with the tempo of the music as it was your favorite song, Merry Go Round of Life.

As the song came to an end, you were breathless. Gripping onto san’s shoulders you let out a sharp exhale. It was too much to handle in one night. You felt nauseous and hot and you didn’t know if it was your anxiety or the one too many drinks you had. You needed to be alone for a few minutes before you pass out in front of all the guests.

“I’m sorry, please excuse me,” and with that, you ran to the restroom to catch your breath and calm yourself down.

Seonghwa saw every second of it. He knew that he was just your escort but part of him was annoyed at the show you and san put on. For one, he had always thought of choi san as a snobby rich boy who had anything handed to him as a kid. He always thought that he never had to really work hard because of his father’s shop and while he wasn’t wrong, san did have his own struggles to face. After the dance he noticed you run off and decided to follow to make sure you were okay.

Meanwhile in the bathroom, you sipped some water, took a few deep breaths and that constricting feeling in your chest soon began to subside. You fixed your hair and makeup and took a few more minutes before going back out into the hall. After emptying your bladder, you were ready to go again.

Suddenly you hear loud booming noises coming from the main hall. You wondered what in the name of God could have made that sound. A few more bangs of what seemed like gunshots rang off outside. You begin to hear the screams of women and the security yelled for persons to exit the hall immediately.

Do I stay here? Lock the doors and wait it out? Or should I try to find Seonghwa and make a run for it? No, I shouldn’t it’s too dangerous. Fuck. What do I do?

You figured if it was your time to die, you might as well embrace it with open arms. However, the chances of getting out alive seemed high as you were away from the main crowd so you decided to leave the bathroom and run into the winding corridors of the palace. You had no idea where you were going, you just ran as fast as your feet could take you as soon as you saw that the coast was clear.

That was until of course, you bend the corner and collide with a masked man in black, his wide brimmed hat hiding even more of his features. In the scuffle, you push past him so that you both now stared at each other facing the opposite direction you both were originally heading.

But… wait.

You both lock gazes, his eyes now widening as he looked at you, up and down. You knew those eyes. Those almond eyes, smudged with black liner.

But it can’t be… How? Why…

It was him. You knew him and he knew you all too well. Both your frozen stances created an awkward gap of silence. He had no intentions of hurting you and you didn’t fear him. But he said nothing. He turned his back on you and ran. He ran away, right into the chaos. Staggering backward, you hesitantly try to run.

But you couldn’t.

You turned around and picked up the pace in his direction and ran after the masked man. You see him overlooking the foyer to the hall and as he turns around to spot you, he runs toward you and pulls you back into the corridor so neither his men nor the guests see.

“I need you to leave right now. I’m so sorry. I will explain later, I promise.”

“Hongjoong, I-,” he cuts you off

“Y/n please just listen to me. It’s not safe here, please just go!”

You drop to the floor as more shots ring out. Your adrenaline kicked in and you regained your balance and ran for your life throughout the winding corridors. Soon enough you find an exit into the courtyard but you didn’t have a single idea as to how you were going to get home. That was when you spot seonghwa’s carriage handler in the distance and you ran once more.

“Where’s seonghwa?” you ask him

“He’s gone to help with the attack, please get in. I’ll take you home immediately. From the looks of it he won’t be coming back anytime soon.”

You quickly hopped into the carriage and it sped off. You figured seonghwa would have remained with the army to secure the area but you really hoped he would be okay. Thankfully, you made it home safely but only one thing lingered on your mind. Not seonghwa, not san, but hongjoong. He was back in town and you didn’t even know.

As you returned to the tavern you explained to your barmaids and guards what had happened in the palace and they were all glad you made it back in one piece. You decided to close the bar at midnight for everyone’s safety. But unfortunately for you, you couldn’t get a wink of sleep. That stare from the corridor haunted your brain. To think that he didn’t even come to see you, not even at the early hours of the morning.

“That bastard,” you thought to yourself. You went back downstairs to the bar and poured yourself a big glass of wine and with that, you were back in bed and out like a light.

Little did you know, hongjoong did in fact come looking for you that night, or rather, early that morning around 2am. He knocked on the tavern door but there was no response. He knew he had to explain himself to you and the more time had passed was the more he felt like your trust in him had dwindled. He scaled the building in an effort to get to you. Perching himself on the window sill, he tried to quietly jolt the window open to get inside. Luckily for him, it slid right open and he hopped into your room but unfortunately, he noticed you were already in a deep sleep from the glass at your bedside which smelled of alcohol. He didn’t want to wake you, so he spent the rest of the night taking a short nap on your couch in the study and hopefully explain himself in the morning.

A few hours later, slowly drifting back to reality and out of your slumber, you open your eyes and see your bedroom door slightly open. In your disoriented state, you slowly pull yourself out of bed to investigate why it was open, only to find a man who seemed to be asleep in your quarters. Your eyes shot open, hand flying to your mouth as you grabbed a crowbar you kept under your bed. Slowly approaching the intruder, you lower your guard as you realize who the person was. As your fear subsided, rage started festering inside you and your blood began boiling. Did he really have the audacity to send you away then break into your room and now sleep on your couch?

You walked up to the sleeping captain and grabbed him by the throat, jolting him out of sleep, eyes opening in shock, a lack of oxygen stifles him as he holds onto your hands. Realizing he can’t breathe in your grasp, you let go. Thinking about what you had just done.

“Kim Hongjoong, you bastard.”

Coughing and holding his throat he falls to his knees before you.

“First you leave me for months, no goodbyes, nothing. You come back to town, not even bothering to come see me only for me to recognize you in a mass holdup where I could have possible been killed! And now you’ve broken into my bedroom and had the audacity to fall asleep on my fucking couch? You’re a fucking handful aren’t you.”

Hongjoong, still catching his breath, stays on his knees and grasps onto your legs. “I’m so sorry y/n. I came earlier but I didn’t see you. I figured you had gone to the ball. I wanted to warn you before but it was too late.”

“Why did you run from me then…”

“What?”

“In the corridor. Why did you run away from me?”

“I couldn’t explain everything to you then. It was best for you to get out of there. I didn’t want you to get hurt in my mess. If we were seen together, it wouldn’t look good for you.”

“Why the ball? What did all those people ever do to you?”

“This wasn’t our doing y/n” he explains, “Remember you had been robbed a few months ago?”

“What about it…”

“Those men were part of a huge gang in this city. They were ordered to rob your bar as an initiation. My crewmates and I had spied on them one night before we left. We caught them stealing, we asked them who they worked for and what was their business robbing the merchants.”

He continues as he sees the puzzled look on your face.

“They were so scared they told us everything.. who their boss was and all kinds of evil things they do. While we were in France, we got word of a big heist that was said to take place. We weren’t sure when but someone told me that the merchant’s ball was very near in the future so I figured it would take place then. We decided to return because we knew that if anything happened to the markets it would affect so many people, including us. Trade would never be the same if we didn’t step in tonight. We realized that they infiltrated the palace through the staff. Impersonators in the kitchen staff, guards, custodians. So nobody realized that there were gang members so close to all these famous business owners. We had to wait until the very moment that they attacked to retaliate. We couldn’t even go to the police because they would probably throw us all in jail for conspiring or some shit. That’s why when I saw you, I just told you to run. You could’ve easily gotten hurt if you were in the wrong place at the wrong time.”

You sat there trying to process all this information so early in the morning. There was a long pause after hongjoong’s explanation.

“I hope that kind of explains the bigger picture. I know I didn’t come to visit you and for that, I apologize,” he says stroking your cheek, “I just didn’t want to bring any kind of danger to your door. It would bother me so badly if someone targeted you because of me.”

“I understand now. It’s alright,” you mumble, taking a seat next to him, “did anyone get hurt?”

“I believe some civilians were injured, unfortunately. We couldn’t avoid it, though. We tried our best to single out the gang members without the palace guards noticing. It was hard but the men we set out to kill were all taken out.”

You stare at the floor as he quietly spoke, eyes widening at that last statement.

“I see you’ve made a few friends as well?”

“What do you mean?”

“Mr. Prince Charming who waltzed you into the hall? And twinkle toes on the dance floor?”

If you had water in your mouth, you would have surely spat it out at this point. Hongjoong saw everything. And what he didn’t see, his men did.

~

part 3 coming whenever my brain starts working again idk

[wasteitonserendipity]

Pairing: Mingyu x female reader

Genre: more adorably sweet fluff

Warnings: none that I can think of!

An: sorry it’s been a minute since I posted! I had some written for this but ended up scrapping it and rewriting it! Hopefully I’ll be able to wrap this up nicely soon ☺️ feedback is always welcome and my requests are also open!

“ I cant believe you let me win!” Mingyu whined from his spot on the makeshift bed next to you, controller in his hand and his signature pout on his lips.

“I’m sorry,” you chuckled, pecking him quickly on the cheek, “have you seen the face you make when you lose? It’s both the saddest thing and the most adorable thing I’ve ever seen!”

Tonight’s original plans for your one year anniversary had been foiled due to the unseasonable inclement weather, but in truly Mingyu/Yn fashion, you made the best of it.

Instead of going to the fancy restaurant you’d made reservations at, you opted for cooking together, something you didn’t get to do often due to conflicting work schedules. You both chose a meal that took a little more effort and little more finesse but absolutely paid off in the end.

Instead of taking a stroll around the park where you two had your first date, you instead made a Pinterest-esque blanket and pillow fort in your living room. Of course making sure to add the fairy lights and mini projector for games and movies.

And instead of the gorgeous black dress Mingyu had picked for you and the fitted three piece suit you’d picked for him, you were perfectly content in the matching pajama set Seungkwan had bought you guys as a joke. Little did he know that you two LOVED the dorky outfits and even said you planned on taking your Christmas pictures in them. You’d even made sure to send Seungkwan a picture of you two wearing them.

This would be your third round of Mario Kart and while mingyu was good at most games, this was one where he did not excel. So, maybe you held down the gas peddle a bit too long at the start and blew yourself up, giving him a bit of a head start. And maybe, just maybe you’d put yourself in the way of a few shells here and there.

“Well since you won,” you giggled, poking him in the ribs to get him to smile, “you get to pick the movie.”

Hearing this made him perk up a little bit. One of the things he loved doing with you was watching movies. So much so that he even had a running list of movie titles that he planned on showing you at some point or another.

“I know exactly what we’re watching,” he said with a mischievous grin.

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He’s not sure when it happened but Mingyu guessed somewhere around half way mark through Sleepless in Seattle you’d fallen asleep with your head on his lap. He knew this week had been extremely stressful for you and then for your anniversary plans to go sideways? He knew he had to make sure it was as relaxing as possible. As soon as you laid down, curling up in to a ball he could tell you were gonna fall asleep. It probably didn’t help that at some point he started absentmindedly starting playing with your hair which always lulled you to sleep.

This is it for me. This girl right here. He thought to himself as you lay peacefully on his legs.

He’d known since probably a month into seeing each other that you were his end game.

You were the one he wanted to wake up and fall asleep next to every day for the rest of his life. He wanted to be the reason for your biggest smiles and your happiest moments. He wanted to be the one to wipe away your tears and make you feel better when you were sad. He wanted forever with you.

And he’d been planning just that.

The small piece of gemstone and metal had been burning a hole in his pocket for a month now. And as much as he wanted to wake you up now and ask you that simple yet enormous question, it still wasn’t the right time.

He was waiting for the perfect moment.

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