#u piece of superpower!

[dogbunni]

depowered/real life AU where Luffy just has EDS

[hemipteran]

I call this one : “the great lizard dance”

[astralnymphh]

patterned palmistry ⋆ | ellie williams headcanons

༺ ellie x witch!reader headcanons/scenarios ༻ ☽𖤐☾

✧˖ ° 🕯 bright blessings!

an: being the witchy little gremlin i am i just had to throw some hcs together for myself but ofc i'd share them here🙄ive been practicing witchcraft since i was 15 so it felt fitting to incorporate it whenever i brace my delusions at the bootycrack of midnight that r all abt ellie 💀 regardless this def isnt gonna be my only witchy hcs post i just didnt wanna spoil all my ideas right away <3 tags: MDNI, slight nsfw (no detailed smut), boob jokes, witchcraft (obv), tarot, palm reading, mostly convos, flirting, not mentioned in the writing but u 2 r alrdy dating, playful bickering, more natural casual writing with some bigger words, no specific religion tied to the practice, generally a fluff piece, lowk cute moments. °________________________⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆__________________________°

I. ☆ ellie definitely had a peak in curiosity the first time you mentioned you immerse yourself in the world of the craft, her ears perked figuratively and were tuned in to learn what that entails. she may not forfeit a nip of skepticism right away but she's more than happy to engross herself in the idea of it. you'd stay up till first light rambling on about the 'rituals', 'divination', the history tied to it and why you practice it. you'd be lying in bed adjacent to her, heavenward to the ceiling, but interwoven in a warm and loving cuddle with her palm residing on your lap whilst you chatted.

"mmmmh-" ellie's hum churns 'round your bedroom, "so that's why you collect rocks."

"crystals."

"same thing," she drones an inwardly giggle, "which crystal will give me superpowers?" a witty remark springs from her tongue.

"babe.." you pout, acting offended yet none is taken.

"didn't mean it like that, y'know I believe you, it's all just new to me." ellie tapes an assuring kiss to your temple, "tell me about your favorite crystals, hmm?" 

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II. ☆ now because of this, anytime you're out on patrol and delight the opportunity of scavenging, she always keeps in mind to find you flowers, rocks, unused candles and other oddities of nature.

"hey babe! I found a black candle for'ya." ellie bolstered a long glass cylinder filled with an opaque charcoal wax, wick still intact, "and- ..some wild lavender." her other arm swings from behind her back, twines of dusty purple lavender upheld in a pinch.

"fuck yeah, needed this stuff.." you graciously tweak the lavender from her, whiffing up its poignant scent.

"always on the lookout.." her voice resembles her proud countenance outwards, essentially, a dorky smirk.

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III. ☆ obviously, the second you mentioned the art of tarot to her, she begged for a reading. whenever a card flew from your shuffling motions, she'd patiently wait for you to place it before her and then she'd swipe it up and admire the art piece detailing the cardstock.

"whew! look at the boobs on this one!" 

"oh- my god, of course you'd point that out." you snatch the card from her, shamelessly ogling the nude depiction that had her attention.

"you're looking at them too!"

"cuz' you said something 'bout it!" you flick the card towards her face, noting, "those are some nice boobs though." 

"why thank you~" 

"wasn't talking about you, idiot!" 

"eh, but.. urs' are the best." her hoarse tone binds a nonchalant flirtiness in its rumble.

"oh really? should we compare the.. four?"

that really stole her attention.

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IV. ☆ the first time you entertained her with a palm reading, it had her all dappy and touched to the essence at the paltry contact you made with her hand. your fingerprints drafting her calloused palms with such a gentle focus on every river lining her hand. she just wanted to smother you with kisses.

"and… this is your heart line." your finger hovers the crevice of her palm-pads stretching from index to pinkie, "ah.. it's a broken one.."

"is that.. bad?" her juniper eyes study your expression meticulously.

"it just means u're closed off, stubborn, have some emotional trauma.. stuff like that." you mindlessly fiddle with her fingers, "lines can change though, so.."

she nods, taking in the insight. she licks her slightly chapped lips clean, "am I stubborn?" her voice rises partially an octave, bending playfulness in her question.

"mm.. no."

"why'd you hesitate?"

"well- the only times ur' stubborn is refusing to let go whenever you hug me- ur' a life-size sloth!" 

"I like huggin' you though." a puppy pout frowns on her lips, "you're like a pillow!"

and oh, how your heart capers a beat, "is that all I am, williams?"

her swift speech conjuncts, "whaddid' I say about that name?!"

"I don't know, I think you like it." 

"nuh-uh I don't!"

you pepper a haste kiss to her knuckles still forcepped in your clasp, totally deterring the crime you've just committed when a half impish half taken aback smile creaks her lips.

"c'mere." vaults from her tongue before she lunges her body forward and tackles you in a saucy position riddled with love bites. guess you'll be reading her palms in a different way tonight.

⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆ V. ☆ an bonus hc, you'd totally mention out of the void about her tattoo n the mystic meanings surrounding moths, like, its for sure one of the topics you'll ramble about one night cause you just feel so wise for knowing. "y'know, moths play a pretty large role in the metaphysical world." "really? i mean, i knew they had some kind of.. 'symbolism' to them-" ellie's hand rolls over the knoll of her forearm, reading the bumps glamoured in that beautiful inking. "yeah, like- luna moths represent transformation, renewal.. oh! and death-head moths are an omen of death.. an- and black witch moths mean either good luck, or bad-" ellie is amused at your prattle shown by her raspy giggles, legitimately having to conceal her scrunched face. "what?" "nothin' you- you're just so cute." "stop.." the embarrassment catches up to you, now having to hide your face to the shadows beneath your hands. her finger cranes out to hook and uncover your nerdy grin, assuring, "never stop tellin' me bout this stuff, ok babe?" a wide delighted beam syncs on her cheeks. goddess above, her dimples and nasal lines are to die for. ⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆

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in general; she's a curious dork n will ask you oh so many questions, i mean, she loves space and a futuristic sci-fi comic for crying out loud, she's alrdy so imaginative so ofc she'd be open to a realistic amount. she'd also be so respectful and helpful n defend ur practice with so much love. maybe she'd pick up some little traditions and customs like folding letters a specific amount of times, drawing little pentacles, mixing liquid in specific directions, just the simple things that grow on her.

[0hmyg0th]

— 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞

abby anderson x reader

★ summary ⸻ abby feels terrible, she don't want you to spend time with her knowing that you thrive on social interactions. She feels like she's holding you captive with her introverted ways. ★ sfw! ⸻ purely fluff! very lovey dovey 😩 including; i love u's, usage of nicknames, mention of marriage 🫣. and anything else i forgot to add. this is for ( @paqerings ) they requested " https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZPRcgu17H/ - this for abby" ★ taglist ⸻@paqerings @vvynia @slut4mascss tag-list is open :) ★ note ⸻i was planning on having this fic out wayyyy sooner but college work took to much of my time. also, after this and a couple more of tlou i will be posting aot content as well!! so stay tuned for that. i hope this doesn't flop ( first time doing anything other nfsw related ) okay bye. now read 💋

⸻ 4:30pm. evening. jacksonville florida. summertime

this is probably the most relaxing evening you ever had in your entire existence. you felt the most safe at home with abby. you had no problem dropping everything to be with abby at home, doing the most mundane things known to mankind. some of your friends would even say you and abby are in yall the "boring couple era" however, the way you would rephrase it would be, "quality time". you didn't mind doing things that might feel boring to others with abby like watching TV, reading together on the couch, or even doing a puzzle on a friday night rather than going out to a club. it didn't matter what. just along you were being touched by her presence. and you know, when the time comes she will be there to cater to your social needs. always.

"I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make- I feel bad 

you were feeling like a gooey pile of mush. it didn't matter how many times you re-watch 10 things i hate about you it seems like that movie had the undertone superpower to make you feel like your heart has been broken into a million pieces - and the craziest thing is that they are fictional characters. astonishing. you were so hypnotized by the movie that abby's words fell deafly onto your ears. with a small touch from abby, you peeled your eyes away from kat and patrick. looking at the sight of your beautiful girlfriend, the small colored freckles scattered all around the bridge of her nose. The best feature you loved was her nose and her watercolor eyes. the way her eyes would create this type of expression was only found in the imitation of the wild ocean water. you adored how blue they were under the shining light and how dark they would become in the shadows. "hm?" you blinked a couple of times, staying still upon her sight. 

the pads of her fingers slowly and lightly stroke the peak of your shoulder. you moved in closer, head tilting in the process. "you okay abs?" you spoke softly. the guilt-ridden expression painted on abby's face, her chest heaved . "I feel bad" Abby's hand immediately went to the back of her neck while lowering her head. "oh baby" you cooed. the palms of your hands reaching the warmth of her cheeks, lifting her face to make her look at you." why? My love" god. if y'all couldn't get any closer. you moved from the soft cushion onto abby's lap. you draped your arm around her neck while your fingers found the shell of her ear; playing with it to soothe her overwhelming nerves. 

"mmcht - I don't know. I feel like you shouldn't be doing this. you should be out - with your friends. I don't want you to be forced to be here just because- 

"imma stop you right there, abs" Your lips drew this amused smile, her warm plumped lips being covered by your hand. her eyes flickered down to your hand and quickly back up to your orbs whilst her eyebrow frowned a bit -- giving the impression she was gonna whimper a bit. however, the hand that played with the ruffles of your satin shorts never stopped. 

"When I first met you I knew we were the total opposite. I knew that I was more extroverted than you are. which is okay. I didn't let your social awkwardness or your introverted ways stop me from dating and loving you" you reassured. your eyes soften, you love abby with all your heart and when you love someone, you love them whole. 

Your hand vibrated against abby's moving lips for a mintue or two. "I agree" you let out a small laugh. you both forgot your hand was taking up space on her face. she removed your hand from her mouth and into her own and as if it was a daily routine between her and you, she intertwined her calloused finger in between yours. "I enjoy my solitude, but ever since I met you I enjoy it even more when you're in it" abby whispered the small confession, god. there are not enough words in the universe to express the amount of love you harbored in your heart for them. 

"I love you. I really do" You were lost for words, you love it when abby expressed these types of thoughts she had for you. abby heart swelled with pride at being your girlfriend because she never met someone capable of understanding her in a way she thought only she would. you are her soulmate. In a quick small vision, abby had imagined you in this most beautiful wedding dress known to man and with your ring finger decorated with the most expensive ring ever. 

you notice abby was deep into thought so you nudged her slightly, "penny for your thoughts?"

"you wanna get marry?" abby spoke nonchalantly. you were taken back, as one would in this situation. Your eyes practically popping out of your sockets. "what?" you exclaimed. 

abby shrugged her shoulders," I mean it" 

you dwelled about it for a minute. me? mrs. anderson. that does sound good. 

the enddd. 💋

[ilys00ga]

𝐓𝐈𝐙𝐈𝐑𝐈 (2/2)

Tiziri (n): often used as a feminine name within some North African communities, tiziri is an Amazigh word that means 'moon' or 'moonlight'. It reflects and symbolizes the tranquility, serenity, and beauty associated with the moon. (proud amazigh moment)

: ̗̀➛ pair: yoongi x f reader/oc

: ̗̀➛ tags: supernatural/superpowers, sorcerer!yoongi, belly dancer!reader/oc, private entertainment worker!reader/oc, arabian/middle eastern older eras settings, use of weapons (rifles and daggers), time traveling, no smut.

: ̗̀➛ synopsis: In a world of simplicity and ordinary, Yoongi was only a teenage boy stuck in a turmoil of his indentity and purpose in life when he embarked on a long, tough journey of endless obstacles and ignorance. For years, he traveled the world and crossed paths with all kinds of humans and characters, all kinds of situations and dangers. He worked on honing his powers and bringing honor to his kind, despite, and despite, and despite. However, nothing could ever compare to a certain set of eyes. Not that he would ever believe that himself, anyway.

OR: when a powerful sorcerer falls to his knees in front of a belly dancer’s eyes.

: ̗̀➛ A/N: it's here!!!!!! finally. as I said before, there will be a "sequel" to this, so don't worry, it's not the end 😆 anyway, I hope u like it! stay tuned for more lolol. also, PLEASE interact with the post, I have no idea why the first part got such low reaches, and I don't really mind tbh, but I really like this fic and I worked hard on it 😕 so rb, and all that. and ofc, ur feedback is always welcomed and appreciated! have fun <33

: ̗̀➛ warning: this piece of fiction does not represent any community or ethnicity or group of people. I was inspired by the arab/middle eastern culture (as a semi arab myself), but it's all a product of my imagination. I hope this point is clear.

- unrevised, ignore the mistakes tyvm 🙏

★ MASTERLIST.

★ CHAPTER INDEX.

Deeper into the night, the moon was hanging high in the dark night sky. A full round disc shining down on the noiseless alley of the big, old village. The only faint sound that could be heard was that of crickets singing their nocturnal songs somewhere in the distance.

For a good, long moment, Yoongi stared at the dagger that woman was holding in her hand. Long blade and sharp point dangerously close to his waist.

The air between them carried a new tension. He lifted his gaze and met her cold one. Her teeth gritted in what could only be pain as she continued putting pressure onto her injured shoulder. Her figure was slightly slumped, soft pants still leaving her mouth, but her brown eye held a seriousness he found intriguing. He wondered where she’d been hiding the object all this time—or more accurately, where she'd get all of that stamina from after running in that state.

“One wrong move and I'll bury it in your chest.” She started, confidence unwavering in her tone.

Yoongi chose silence, debating whether he should make the pointed object slip out of her hold or make the effort of taking it out himself.

“Answer my question, I know them objects did not move on their own.” She added. “Talk.”

After a long moment of careful observation, Yoongi finally spoke, his voice calm yet strict and rigid. “Put that down.”

She parted her lips, ready to spill something in return to his command, when he quickly pinched the air with his thumb and index finger, sealing her lips shut together. He ignored her startled expression and listened attentively to the rushing footsteps approaching their corner, not forgetting to throw a warning glare at her.

The area they were in was still and quiet. The clear sound was growing closer and closer. He carefully stepped back, pushing her further into the small spaced nook they were hiding in.

A few more intense seconds passed, and three figures sprinted right past them, completely unaware of their presence. Yoongi could tell from their attire that they belonged to the same group that was chasing after them minutes ago.

They stayed like that for a little while, until an eerie silence took over the alley again. He slapped the dagger out of her hand with ease and spoke, “There's no time for this. We need to move.”

He stepped out of the alcove, eyes scanning the area warily, when he noticed her odd silence. “Oh right.”

Her hand flew to her mouth once he snapped his fingers and unsealed it again. “Goodness! I knew it!!”

Yoongi ignored her exclaim and turned to glare at her again, his voice low and empty of debate. “Start walking or stay here, I don’t care. I’ve already done enough.”

Not waiting for a response, he took one of the many bends and turns in the street, blindly making his way through the streets.

“Stop!” She shouted. Yoongi lifted his hand up, inching his thumb and pointer finger slightly closer to one another and making her lips twitch as a result. A quiet, wordless warning from him.

He didn't stop, walking towards another turn in the many options of alleyways the village presented before him.

“Foreigner, you're heading towards the local market again.” She tried again, her voice a little harsh this time, annoyed.

Yoongi stopped at that, slowly turning around to face her with a blank face. She eyed him for a brief moment, her shawl hanging around her shoulders, one side was soaked with blood. Then, she sighed again. “That man who was chasing after me was a high ranking one, somewhere close to the Sultan himself. He saw you with me, there’s no way you can get away now.”

A deep frown appeared on Yoongi’s face as he listened carefully. She continued talking: “I know a place nearby, come.”

“It’s still dangerous out there. This…inn is all we have in this area.” She said, before making her way into it. Yoongi kept a watchful eye on his surroundings as he followed her inside.

They stood in front of a desk. The man sitting there was smoking. He looked like he wanted to be smoking a hookah at a local coffee shop while reading a daily magazine instead of sitting there.

His brows rose up as he observed Yoongi first, then at the woman beside him and her injured shoulder. Back and forth, until his gaze settled on the sorcerer.

Yoongi cleared his throat. "Two rooms.”

A brow lift was what he got in return. “Two? We only give one room service.”

“Just give us the keys.” The woman intervened.

The worker looked like he wanted to say something as he eyed her up with a faint smirk, but he remained silent and tossed a key on the desk in front of them.

She picked it up and began walking towards the room they were granted.

Yoongi wasn’t sure what he was expecting for an inn to look like in that village, but something told him it wasn’t something that looked like the one they were in—or at least not usually.

There were only two floors in the building. It was easy to conclude the small space of each room from the number of doors in each level, just like the one they’d ended up in. It didn’t have much in it, simply a king size bed and a small bedside table. a small round rug beside the bed, and a small window that affords a view of the street outside. After further inspection, Yoongi found a small bathroom too.

She sat down on the bed with a hiss. Her face was a little paler than it was moments ago, and the hand of her injured shoulder was trembling slightly, but her face held onto a serious expression nonetheless as she studied him carefully.

He could feel the question sipping out of her mouth before she even moved it to speak. But then, a series of muffled noises came from one of the other rooms, or maybe more than one, it was hard to tell. He could tell they were a mix of groans and whimpers, even some creaking noises could be heard here and there.

It wasn’t hard for him to put two and two together to figure out what type of place he ended up in that night, and a strong urge to palm his face and sigh almost overwhelmed him, but he fought against it and kept his face emotionless.

She was the one to break their tense staring battle. A faint blush—so faint he could’ve easily missed it under the dim light of the candles scattered in the room—appeared on the apple of her cheeks for a brief moment.

He watched as she sighed, loaded with heaviness and tiredness, before she spoke, “this is the only place we can afford to stay in this area of the village.”

A pause took place between them after that. Their silence was louder than the muffled noises that lingered longer than Yoongi was comfortable with, though he didn’t show any sign of that, as per usual.

He cleared his throat, seeking to brush the weird surge of emotions that settled in his core all of a sudden, then said: “Let me see your injury.”

Her head snapped up to meet his stubbornly blank stare. “What? No, it’s alright.”

“I’m not asking you, I’m telling you to do so.”

When she didn’t provide an answer, he continued to speak: “I can cure it. Let me see.”

She breathed in, let it stay in her lungs for a second, then let it out with a scoff. “Fine then. Just be quick.”

Without further ado, Yoongi stepped closer to the bed. He stood at the edge, putting a small distance between them as she removed her shawl, uncovering her wound. Though he did not show any signs of it, he did feel relieved when he saw that it was nothing but a semi thin slice across her shoulder. He could tell the sharp object digged decently enough for it to leave a painful sting behind, and he wondered how she still managed to bear it all that time.

After eyeing the injury up, he asked, “How did this happen?”

“The bastard stabbed me.” Noticing his questioning look, she added, “that man you saw holding a gun earlier, he was going to stab me in the chest, but I moved just in time and this happened.”

He wordlessly reached for a pouch he had hung at his waist, taking out a small piece of cloth that had enigmatic words and symbols all over it, then a tiny jar filled with an unusual purple liquid.

After putting the pouch back on his hip, Yoongi grabbed the fabric of the sleeve around the injury and tore it open. Her eyes blew open at that, a frown appearing between her brows.

“Relax. It needs treatment.” He said, voice surprisingly soft.

The persistent noises coming from the other rooms did a wonderful job at making the situation less at ease than it should’ve been, but she pressed her lips in a thin line and let him clean the blood around the cut with a wet towel he'd grabbed from the bathroom.

After cleaning the area as best as he could, Yoongi took the cloth and put it atop the injury, covering it entirely. A soft, barely audible gasp escaped her lips when it latched onto her skin almost immediately, as if it had a life of its own.

“It feels weird.” She said.

Yoongii allowed his finger to brush the skin around the cloth when he noticed her confusion. He wasn’t sure why he did that, but his touch was so soft, it left goosebumps in its wake. “Drink this.” He gave her the tiny jar with his free hand, then moved to lean against the wall, eyes fixed on her figure.

The way she was eyeing it up in her hand, a mix of fascination and cynicism all over her face, did not go unnoticed by him. “It’s a medicine. A potion if you will. It will help recover your energy in a few seconds.”

After hearing his words, she glanced up at him. Her face was inscrutable, her brown eye roamed his own face, searching for something in its curves and sharp edges. “Are you a witch? A magician, perhaps?”

One of Yoongi’s brows arched up at her guesses. It’s in his blood, a sorcerer's biggest displeasure is being referred to as such lower ranking species. He pushed a light breath out of his lungs, his eyes fluttering closed for a brief moment. His little confession came out with some irritation in his tone. “I am a sorcerer, not a witch. And definitely not a magician.”

“Same thing..” She gave a small roll of her eyes, then drinked—in his words—the potion in one go. Her face scrunching up as soon as the bitter taste of it hit her buds.

“Why didn’t you just say so when I asked?” She asked.

“Humans are not to be trusted,” he answered matter-of-factly.

Her brows jumped up at his words. “So you trust me now?”

‘No.’ His response came almost immediately.

A silent beat followed that small conversation. The noises no longer lingered in the air, Yoongi was thankful for that. He proceeded to speak again. “Are you not afraid?”

“Afraid?” She scoffed. “Please– I meet all kinds of males on a daily basis.”

He arched a brow. The more he talked to her, the more intrigued and taken aback her twists and turns made him feel. A combination he wasn't a stranger to, but it all seemed different right there and then, for some reason.

“I knew you were an interesting one the moment I saw you back there.” She continued to say.

Yoongi studied her more. There was a smile that looked way too sly for his own liking stretching on her lips the more she talked. “Oh, right. You don't recognize me. Let me show you something.”

He watched as she began removing her eye patch with her uninjured arm. The same eye patch he'd been finding himself curious about the more he'd glanced at it.

For the very first time since she'd bumped into him in that alleyway, both of her eyes traveled up to meet his own. As soon as he caught the sight of that ice blue orb again, his breath hitched, and he was pulled back to that lounge room. In front of that group of dancers, in front of her.

Min Yoongi—as the powerful sorcerer with years and years of training and experience—found himself stuck in his spot in front of that pair eyes again.

How couldn't he notice before? Why can't he figure out how to breathe properly? Why was his body moving on his own?

For these questions, he could not think of an answer. And all of a sudden, he found himself crouching right at her legs, staring deeply into her eyes. His body continued moving forward, all on its own.

Maybe it was just his eyes playing games with him, or maybe he'd lost all sense of logic the moment their eyes met, but he could see that ice blue orb of hers glowing in his face. He could feal the dust of its light, little tiny drops of glitter floating and falling on his cheek.

The distance between them got thicker by the ticking seconds. He could feel her warm breath caressing the skin of his face, could feel the warmth radiating off of her entire body from up close.

Her lips were close to his. So, so close. They lingered in the distance, barely a breath apart from his, but he didn't move. He froze up in his place and didn’t chase that warmth, finding himself putting a lot of effort into rejecting the weird grasp that refused to let him go. So much more effort than he should.

Sensing his resistance, she leaned forward, seeking that electric, fierce closure between them. To feel the softness of his skin touching hers. She was met with his finger pressed against her mouth with a gentle push, his eyes bore into hers with a new coldness in them.

For a brief moment, she looked taken aback, before switching to a confident smirk.

“A man with a strong control of self is a fine man.” She whispered, voice hushed and sultry.

One of his fingers traveled up to caress the skin under that special orb of hers, his touch soft and tender, unlike his intense gaze. Something about it kept playing with the strings of his restraint really hard. The more he looked, the harder it pulled. He did not like that.

Noise broke out down the corridor, pulling him out of the mayhem of his own desires and thoughts. He quickly flinched away from her, sucking a deep, silent breath in and bringing himself back on earth.

He felt confused, like he’d just woken up from a long, hot summer afternoon nap. His heart was beating fast in his chest. He did not like that, did not like whatever was happening to him, whatever was behind his state.

“What’s that noise?” She asked, her smirk lingered a little longer as she watched his mystified appearance, before turning into an alerted sharpness as she looked towards the door.

Once he got a stricter grip on his surroundings, Yoongi stood up and pressed his palm flat against the door, sensing the area outside.

Silence stretched inside the four walls they were in. The only noise palpable in the air was that of the chaos creeping closer and closer towards their room. The sound of shouting and struggling coming from different people at once.

Yoongi didn't move an inch, devoting his senses into analyzing the situation behind that door. That was until he suddenly jumped back from his spot, and the door flew wide open.

Two masked men burst inside, pointing long rifles in their faces. One of them, the taller one who fixed them with a piercing stare, moved with an impressive speed and targeted Yoongi with his weapon, delivering hit after another using its butt.

Yoongi muttered a curse under his breath as soon as his back hit the floor. A curse for both his beater and the universe for feeding too much superpower into his being, neglecting a very important element in the process: his physical abilities.

Sure he was a good fighter, he could punch and kick hard to save his life, but his body of an excellent sorcerer had its own limits.

On her end, the belly dancer rushed to put her dagger to good use, a new found energy bursting through her limbs now that her shoulder was healed.

She rushed to the other masked man, dodging a bullet and stabbing him right in the stomach. A pained shout left him bent down, clutching onto his wounded abdomen.

As he saw his companion getting attacked, the one who put a firm, almost deadly pressure onto Yoongi's neck as he stepped on it raised his rifle towards her, ready to fire. But Yoongi growled, unclasping one of his hands that were wrapped around the leg abusing him to raise it in the air.

Within a second, the rifle flew right out of the man's arms, making him gasp. Yoongi was quick to take his chance and pull his leg hard, pushing his body up and letting him fall in the space behind him. He then quickly reached out to grab the woman's arm and drag her out of the room, towards the stairs that lead to the floors underneath them.

Just when they made it to the first few steps, a loud, booming sound echoed in the entire building.

Yoongi felt her arm slip from his grasp, falling to the ground. And when he looked back, his heart sank. She laid there, limpless on the head of the staircase.

The sound of their chaser's feet hitting the ground of the corridors grew louder. Yoongi ducked away just in time, avoiding another bullet targeting him.

His heart thumped in his chest. His legs moved on their own as he carried himself up and continued making his way down the stairs.

Bringing his wrist up to his lips, he started muttering incoherent, barely audible words into the chain that wrapped around it at a full speed. Its pendant flickered with a bright light, glowing as he chanted more words onto it.

Light burst in the entire floor, swallowing him and his surroundings whole, like a deadly, angry ocean wave.

Yoongi closed his eyes shut, then everything around him fell silent. The sound of his own pulse and ragged breathing dissolving into the light.

[chocsra]

"Birds in the House of Flies."

15! Chuuya x gn! asa mitaka! reader

A/N: genuinely sorry but im gonna have trouble posting since tests are a BITCH DAMN, im sorry if u sent a request itll take some time thank you guys 😭 ALSO SORRY AB THE ONE BED TROPE THINGY IM STILL WORKING ON IT WILL BE POSTED TMRW . also asa mitaka is like the only character i kin besides shoko 😭 thank uuuu for the request 🙈

content: based off the building scene in csm, oneshot, slight angst?, pre-relationship, holding hands 🥺, ooc, mentions of suicide, mafia chuuya, civilian reader, slight crack, fluff mentions of girl once

"Fuckin' hang on!!"

Those three words echoed loud in the cold air admist the darkness below your figure, each passing second felt more like an anomaly than the present taking over it's future. A dark whirling pressure pulls you down more, a completely dark void which surrounded you fully, an emptiness that induced fear, unknowingness, it was uncanny.

Despite the dreading pull along your feet, the same body parts you hated for walking - it walked you to your worst and hated places, it held you up when you would much rather decompose in the filth of your bed, something clung onto your hand and held you up even when the only vision you see is a complete reflection of your thoughts, empty.

Sometimes, you hated touch - that was a lie, you hate touch. You hate it when you get a hug that held no value, you hate it when others send warmth to your body, your cold, without any second thought. However, the hand that held yours somehow felt like holding a mug of hot tea, like intaking hot soup relaxingly burning down your throat.

The warmth that held you was a boy, you noticed the ivory complexion laced upon his warm hands, a different feeling than when he was wearing cold, leather gloves. "Dude- you gotta be shittin' me.." a husky voice sighs from the other side, hands deeply clung onto your own in a gravitational pull.

"I'm okay with falling! Just let me go.." you mumble, now you wouldn't have to meet expectations, or feel the dread of waking up ij the morning. You watched as the ability you were trapped in completely used your greatest fear against you; the dark.

You weren't sure how you got into this situation, when you were younger - some people were gifted with special abilities that defy science, yours was no different; but instead of joining an organization to be against or with humanity, you lived your life as somebody normal would.

Only now, your ability got sold for a high price on the black market, not only do criminals desire your skill, but government workers too; strangers from fucking hell. You were taken into the backropes of the Port Mafia, reigning from Yokohama, Japan; the wish was to transport you back to Yokohama in one piece, fuifilled by a trusted mafioso, Nakahara Chuuya.

He was like any other boy your age, he was a nice guy, actually; just in the wrongest, most immoral line of work, at the ripe age of what, sixteen?

And to you, a normal student, the normalization of superpowers was pretty crazy. Nakahara Chuuya was a shithead that showed you of that, he was chill but aggressive, moral but immoral, small but incredibly strong?

"No way I'm lettin' ya go, you're fuckin' crazy!!" he shouts, pulling your limp body up from the void, you pensively look down at the endless pit, reminicing moments where you were at peace. "I'm not crazy, you are! And stop fucking swearing!!" you scream back, dangling yourself and grasping onto the leather sleeves of his jacket.

"You stop fuckin' swearing!"

"Nuh-uh!!"

A heavy silence filled the void, and the sudden tug from his hands. "The ability uses your darkest fear against you, why the hell did you willingly fall?!" the boy shouts back, a little crack in his voice emerged, causing you to lower your eyebrows in slight embarrassment. "Because why would I keep living and fufill expectations I never asked to recieve?!" you answer, eyes flitting to every corner possible in that dark void, a star, a light - no, only his hand. "You can't be serious - I get it! Life is a bitch, doesn't mean you hafta kill yourself!" he argues, pulling you upwards as you dangle your body weight down.

"I am not killing myself!" you hiss, listening as Chuuya retorts with a scoff. "Yeah, you just let yourself fuckin' fall." he chews on his bottom lip stressfully, "Think of all the amazing shit you can live for; dogs, puppies, smoking!!"

"Gross!! Don't you know how much damage that smoking causes your lungs?!" you shout back, the sleeve of your uniform cuffing onto your held up arm. "Fine - alcohol!" Chuuya clicks his tongue, trying to find out luxuries of life. "That's disgusting! The blurry lines between a social drinker and an alcoholic are extremely thin!" the boy tightens his grip in annoyance, "What the hell do ya even like?! Parties?"

"Parties are a mix of sweat and loud noises that give me migraines! Not everyone is a fuckin' gangster, y'know?" the redheaded boy sighs begrudgingly, attempting to pull you up. "..I don't know what girls like, clothes...?" you pause and rub your temple with your free hand, "Just let me go already! Nobody has it worse than me!"

"Fuuck!" Chuuya groans at your dismissal, "I'll tell ya what I'm living for - I saw weird shit until I woke up in the real world when I was like 8?! Now there's a God living inside me!!" you grew silent, ".. I'm not your therapist!" you stammer, causing the boy to hiss. "[Y/N]! Let me help you so I can find out about the past I've never had." you bit your lip torn, hearing as the void went silent.

From the minimal interactions you shared with the ginger, his actions always seemed barricaded, as if he were put behind glass his whole life. And from his story, it seemed pretty right. He's far too loyal with that mafia, and blames himself for the short coming of his old organization. 'Nobody has it worse than me!' rung through your mind, god, how you internally facepalmed. You hated being touched, but you were sort of touched; and as selfish as you were, or are, you had to dress another morning successfully waking up.

"..Or else Ima call the God - O' grantors, of dark dispa-"

"Fuck! You can help me, alright?!"

[shroombell]

MIKEY!!! <3

me: not drawing anything for a month also me: 3 fully rendered/full effort mikey pieces in the span of 3 days

im telling u, he has some kind of superpower that blasts away my art block

[clowningaroundmars]

morales twins vigilantes: getting found out pt 1

hey yall im in my fic writing era. but i am BAD at writing LMFAO i'm really not sure i'll ever write a proper fic with a plot or anything

either way, i hope yall like this lil drabble my brain came up with on a whim of the morales twins!

it's how i imagine the way their secret would be revealed after doing the whole vigilante thing together for a lil bit. it's kind of based on the hcs i had of the twins which is here, kind of a continuation of the last bullet point there actually

miles1610 is miles and miles42 is milo bc i read a couple fics with that name given to him and now it is stuck in my heart u_u

>2nd part here<

well. uh. hope u enjoy! :)

It was a fight that went slightly awry that really did them in.

No blood, no fireworks, no loud banging or explosions or anything. No one was even so badly hurt that they almost died, either.

It was simply just… a broken mask and their father unexpectedly being on patrol that fateful night that finally brought their secret out to light.

The Morales twins had been doing their vigilante thing together for only a few months now. Miles had been Spider-man for well over a year, of course, but it was after a particularly bad fight with a rhinoceros guy (what a freak…) that went semi-viral on social media that his brother Milo finally put his foot down and pulled those Prowler gloves from under his bed. He worked hard to modify the technology to better suit him, and had all of the armor and rope he needed in order to keep up with his brother all set in as little as 2 weeks.

Miles hemmed and hawed about bringing his not-super-powered brother around for the nasty fights he usually tackled alone. But he would be lying if he said that Milo’s concern didn’t put a small smile on his face in the end. Plus, it really helped out a lot when Miles needed to be somewhere quickly but still had a criminal left to take on and web up. Milo being just one text away from springing into action took a real big load off of his shoulders in ways he couldn’t even imagine.

That was about 3 months ago.

It was relatively smooth sailing until one Jefferson Davis took a night patrol under his belt without even warning the boys.

Well, Miles thought to himself in retrospect, we weren’t really around the house to catch if he did tell anyone, so.

Miles ran along a side of a building to catch up with the villain of the week. He was desperately trying to keep this super-powered baddie off of his not-so-super-powered brother, and not quite succeeding. Miles told Milo time and again not to tease any bad guys during a fight. Keep the attention off of you, bro. You do not have superpowers. I do! Is that not what Miles said? God, it’s like in one ear and out the other with this guy. Ugh.

Currently, Milo is parrying and deflecting attacks from this shocker-looking guy, a real piece of work. He still had his hi-vis vest on-- and Miles swore he even saw a name tag on it somewhere which was just hilarious, really-- but aside from his normal-looking work outfit, everything else about this dude was definitely not normal. Like the bright electricity fizzing all over his skull that just barely concealed this man’s real face, and the giant lightning bolts shooting out from his hands as he tried to fry Milo. It was a good thing Milo had enough sense to install energy-absorbing tech into those giant claws of his, or else Miles would be in real big trouble at the ER.

Miles ripped a chunk of some abandoned demolition project that never got done and swung it with all of his might in the direction of their fight, using his webs for maximum distance. It didn’t hit electro-dude but it almost hit his brother. Oops.

“Ayo, watch it!” Prowler growled, his mask distorting his voice the same way it distorted Uncle Aaron’s back when he held the mantle. He gracefully flipped out of the way and shot a grappling hook somewhere off into some scaffolding, pulling himself away from the action to let his bro fly in and give the temporarily-distracted electric-man some work.

Miles would snap back with a retort if he weren’t so busy pummeling this villain with all that he’s got. Both boys’ curfews were about an hour ago and they just knew their mom would be fuming once she got back and found out. But this needed taking care of, and neither Morales boys were willing to leave some freak of nature to take over Brooklyn and shut down all the power lines over a bedtime. Hell no.

But this needed to end now, or else good ol’ Spidey won’t be seeing the light of day for another 2 months. And by the looks of it, neither will the Prowler. Before Miles could even think to land the finishing blow on old lightning-head here though, tragedy struck.

An all-too familiar voice hollers out those dreaded words both boys hate hearing, especially in the middle of a fight.

“PDNY! Freeze! Put your hands up where we can see ‘em!”

Everyone did freeze, Milo looking particularly shocked as his head swivels around to the sight of waving flashlights and 3 burly but familiar silhouettes making their way past the far gates and advancing quickly into the fray.

Jefferson Davis’ gun appears to almost materialize out of the shadows, his face lit up in the harsh lights of his flashlight beam, sporting an intimidating, professional look. Cop mode, is what Miles and Milo called it jokingly one day as they lounged in their room, passing a bag of chips between them and having a laugh at their dad’s expense. That was before Milo took on the mantle of the Prowler. That was before this.

Miles panics slightly as he feels the man jump up underneath him, thrusting an arm into the police’s direction, ready to fire off a bolt--

Right after Milo lunges in front of the officers, ready to take the blast.

It happens in a fraction of a second. Miles didn’t even think he had enough time to open his mouth, let alone warn Jeff of the incoming danger. He figures that’s what Milo must’ve thought, too, otherwise there really was no other explanation for this stupid decision he just made.

Sparks flew, and then the thud of a body hitting the floor seemed to echo throughout the demolition site.

Shit shit shit shit shitshitshitshitshit, was Miles’ inner monologue as he finally landed the blow to the side of the baddie’s head, knocking him out successfully. He quickly webbed the man up to the floor, restraining him fully. The way I shoulda done in the first place, damnit, Miles lamented, freezing in place after the deed was done. His brain was working into overdrive to try and think of ways he could extract his now-nearly unconscious brother from this place without raising their dad’s suspicions.

Ever since Prowler joined in on Spider-man’s “adventures”, the media became even more fascinated with capturing every single moment it could of Spidey now that he had a sidekick in tow.

Headlines splashed on magazines, articles and news feeds read: “Batman and Robin! Spider-man and… the Prowler?” and “Webbed Menace Recruits Purple Sidekick, Even More of a Menace”. They haunted Miles’ every step. Milo, for his part, was mostly amused. But every now and then he would complain about being known as his brother’s sidekick, as if that was the most egregious part of having his every move recorded and uploaded for millions to see online.

Their mother became even more suspicious of her twin sons after she watched a video of the two vigilantes stopping a runaway bus in downtown Brooklyn. They looked eerily similar in size to her own teenage boys, and even seemed to banter the same way after all of the civilians were saved and back on solid ground. The way Spider-man clapped Prowler on the shoulder… hmmm.

To say that she shared her suspicions with her husband would be an understatement. Milo and Miles somehow always managed to catch a familiar cop car slowly rolling around corners and down streets, keeping pace just behind them, watching them. Miles would always roll his eyes, knowing it was their father. Milo would be annoyed but managed to shrug and keep minding his own business, since it was very obviously their father. When confronted, Jeff would try-- and fail-- to casually brush it off as simply doing Concerned Dad things.

“Listen, you two.” Jeff started one evening after dinner. He managed to get both boys down in their room one weekend, just for “a quick talk”. His excuse was that Brooklyn was getting too dangerous lately, especially at night, and that he was “gonna keep an eye on them” as a precaution.

But neither boy missed that slight nervous shift in his stance as he delivered the news, and once their dad bade them a good night and left, they gave each other a silent look that conveyed the exact same thought they were both thinking.

They’re onto us.

Well, their parents’ fears and suspicions were definitely going to be confirmed whether the twins liked it or not.

Milo groaned on the ground, the Prowler gauntlets having taken the majority of the blast sent his way, but the mask was halfway blown off, revealing a good portion of the boy’s face underneath. He rocked in place for a moment, blinking stars and dancing lights out of his eyes for just that one moment.

“Prowler!!” Miles shouted. In his panic, he forgot to lower his voice and conceal his identity, but his feet just wouldn’t move! What the hell, Morales… get it together! His brother was just badly injured and here he was, frozen in place like a deer.

Jeff, for his part, was barking orders to his coworkers and directing them to make a sweep of the place in case any other suspects tried to make a run for it.

They both left. He finally jolted his bright beam of light onto Spider-man, simply standing there a little ways away and staring back with those unnervingly gigantic bug-eyes of his. If Jeff wasn’t in work-mode right now, he’d explode on this guy and ask about what the hell was going on here, but Officer Davis was nothing if not a consummate professional.

Plus, there were more pressing matters to attend to.

There was what seemed like a teenage boy on the ground, wearing those goddamned gauntlets that Jeff could’ve sworn he shipped off to the junkyard after Aaron’s funeral. Damnit, if this punk was running around wearing his brother’s mantle and tagging along with Spider-man just to double-cross him in the end, there was gonna be hell to pay.

Jeff didn’t know why, but he felt slightly protective of the bug-themed hero, damnit. Sue him. And those claws brought nothing but terrible memories of screaming women, dead brothers and heightened stress. He did not need this right now, fuck.

Once the boy on the ground stirred, Jeff quickly pointed his gun and flashlight beam directly onto him. “Those orders were for you, too, punk. Do not try me tonight. Freeze. Put your hands out where I can see ‘em!”

Milo froze on the ground, and then tried to twist his face away from his looming father who was only a foot or two away with the world’s brightest flashlight in his face, fuuuuck. He just knew he was gonna be feeling this headache for the next 3 days…

Tentatively, he also raised his claws in front of his face as slowly as he could, trying to cover his face even more. He propped himself up on his elbows and tried to regulate his breathing.

Having a cop for a dad was not always peachy, but it helped a lot to know exactly how an officer would react if any sudden movements were made while having a gun out, and Milo was not trying to get a bullet to the chest on top of the mother of all electric shocks as well. No thank you.

It was in this moment that Miles’ brain started working again, and he unstuck himself from the pavement to reach out to his dad.

“Offi-- ahem, ahem. Officer Davis,” he remembered to lower his tone and conceal his voice a bit as well, and continued, “what a surprise to see you here. On this, uh. This very beautiful night!”

Groan. Oh my god. Even Milo rolled his eyes a bit, trying to shuffle back.

“I said FREEZE!” Jeff roared, attention still trained on Milo.

Without glancing up, he added, “And you Spider-man. Oh, buddy you are gonna get it after I’m done with this little asshole, runnin’ around with my brother’s-- man, y’know what-- nevermind! Just stay back, okay? I got this handled.”

“But wait! Th-that’s uh. He’s not an asshole, officer, he’s my-- my sidekick! He’s the good guy!! He helped me take this guy down! And he even saved you just now!” Miles waved his hands around frantically, agitating Jeff.

Stop doing that, stupid! Milo thought to himself in a daze, still recovering from the electric blast.

“Stay back, Spider-man. I’m warning you.” Jeff growled.

Miles picked up the hint and halted his movements, giant white eyes flicking back up and down from his dad to his brother and back. He had to think of something, or else Milo would be dragged back to a holding cell and both of their identities would be out. He just couldn’t let that happen.

Biting his lip, Miles gathered some resolve and stepped forward again. “Officer Davis—”

“Not another word outta you!” Jeff swung the flashlight right back onto Miles threateningly, and then trained it back onto Milo again. “I am serious right now, Spidey. One more word outta you and I’m slappin’ the cuffs on you too, I swear to god! I got more than enough room in the back of the squad car for two freaks!”

Miles recoiled. “Freaks. Geez, is that what you think of us?”

But Jeff didn’t answer, because he was all of a sudden deathly silent.

Both of the other officers just finished their sweep of the area, and were making their way back to Jeff when he all of a sudden kneeled down, still training that gun on Prowler’s face. But his movements were slow and hesitant, as if he were performing them in a daze.

Miles’ spider senses should’ve been tingling by now, at the very least a little. Still, he stayed glued to his spot as he watched Officer Davis-- as if in slow motion-- shifting his flashlight and gun into one hand, lowering both slightly and away from Prowler’s shattered mask.

As his other hand reached out, Milo flinched, but he didn’t need to. Jeff simply carded his calloused fingers over his hair, his braid on the one side of his head, in reverence. Milo couldn’t breathe. He was too scared to speak.

And then everyone’s blood ran cold at the same time.

Jeff saw the beads of Milo’s favorite basketball team colors, ones that he was excited to get again at the barber shop last weekend, simply hanging there tied to the ends of the Prowler’s braid, sitting limply in his hand. Milo’s blood ran cold once he realized exactly what it was that his own father was looking at. He didn’t need to reveal his face whatsoever when his now-exposed hair told the whole story anyways.

Miles’ spider senses finally kicked up once Jeff looked up slowly, an absolutely ruined expression rippling across his worn-out features as he really gave Spider-man a good, hard look, eyes playing over what little he could see of the vigilante in the darkness of night.

For a split second, no one said anything.

Even electro-head seemed to be silent as he came to and tried to sneakily rip the webs off of him. No dice. He finally turned his attention to the trio not too far away and opened his mouth.

“Hey, what the hell is this, some family reunion or something? Let me outta here, man! Goddamn, what a fuckin’ punch, man… shit…”

Everyone startled at the same time, turning their attention to the villain. Damn, almost forgot about him.

The other officers finally arrived to surround the other angles behind Spider-man, one of them even kneeling down beside electric-- whatever, the villain of the week-- and started cutting him out of the sticky ropes to put him in cuffs.

“Don’t even think about it,” one of them grunted once they got to his hands and saw a tingle of electricity surging through fingertips. “We got dampeners in my squad car if you try anything cute, got it?”

Jeff slowly holstered his gun, keeping the flashlight trained on the Prowler, unable to tear his eyes from this boy lying on the ground at his feet.

“Davis…? You good?” This was the officer who wasn’t busy wrangling sticky webs off of the baddie. He had his flashlight and gun trained on said baddie of course, but his head was swiveled to look at his captain.

Jeff swallowed hard and nodded slowly, a weirdly mechanical kind of movement.

“…Okay. Hey, Spidey. Thanks for this, I guess,” said the officer, keeping his concerned gaze trained on Jeff, shrugging a shoulder. “Too bad about your friend though. Hope he’ll be fine.”

It took Miles a second to recognize that iconic mustache, and then it dawned on him that it was his dad’s faithful friend and his own sidekick, Officer Gutierrez. How ironic, Miles thought ruefully.

He turned back to his dad, who was now helping Prowler up from the ground and steadying him against his side.

“What’re we doing with these two?” Gutierrez asks, because someone has to.

Jeff startles, as if he was just asleep and happened to wake up. “Uhh, about...?”

Gutierrez gave him a look. “The mask guy under your arm. And, uh. This guy,” he points his chin towards VOTW (villain of the week) as he’s being hauled up forcibly by the other officer, now in giant sturdy cuffs binding his arms together.

“The… that guy. Electric man. Just… just put those dampeners on his hands and take him down to HQ. They’ll probably just ship him off to the Raft. Let me know when you guys get there, of course. I’ll uhm. I think I’m gonna be taking my break right now.”

“You taking the mask-man all by yourself, then, captain?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I will. It’s… something personal to me, to be seeing these claws on this boy. I’m sorry. I think I might explain later but right now, we gotta get that guy behind some kinda bars. Please, Gutierrez.”

Gutierrez gives him an unreadable expression, and Jeff shoots an apologetic look back.

Finally, his partner gives a small nod and turns back to the task at hand. Miles breathes out a sigh of relief.

But it was a breath too soon.

“Spider-man. Prowler. The both of you. My car. Now.”

[laurensprentiss]

I’ve been a long time follower of yours but after seeing your recent reposts of the war - I can’t in good conscience continue to support you. Quite frankly I think it’s disgusting and I never pegged you for an anti semite but I guess people can surprise us.

I’m literally not even on this site anymore but like. Sooooo many things about this ask are so skeevy???

Number 1: why did you format this like it’s a letter of resignation? You don’t want to support me? All you have to do is click unfollow it’s never that deep? Did you think I was gonna beg and cry for forgiveness or for u not to leave me 😢😢 ?? 💀

Number 2: “the war” - I’m guessing you’re talking about the siege and genocide that Israel is committing against Palestine?? A war would indicate two powers with somewhat equal footing and standing, equal access to weapons and resources to defend themselves - one is a superpower with the backing of the USA, UK and Canada. The other entity - and mind you these are official provable statements - are mostly civilians who are being kidnapped, held prisoner, murdered, starved, driven out of their homes and have had entire bloodlines wiped out. Bloodlines that literally date back to Christ. Hospitals bombed with innocent civilians, men, women, children, the elderly who need emergency access to medical care. You can’t in good conscience support me reposting a few little things drawing people’s attention to the atrocities being committed by the terrorist state of Israel? Ok. Don’t. It says a lot that THAT is where your conscience draws the line.

Also war has rules you fucking moron - that’s where war crimes come from and Israel is guilty of PLENTY.

3. Me condemning israel and thinking. “Hey. Maybe a terrorist state with an army that’s been brainwashed and indoctrinated to the point where innocent CHILDREN being bl*wn to pieces, babies stuck under rubble slowly dy*ng and families being starved is just another day at work shouldn’t really do That.” does not make me an anti semite. I’m not going to sit here and argue about all the reasons I’m NOT, because why am I going to clarify my stance on basic humanity to someone who has literal shit for brains, but you’re also invalidating Jewish people who also condemn Israel’s actions - not to mention. What they’re doing is literally criminal and a GENOCIDE.

It goes back GENERATIONS and decades, systematic ethnic cleansing of people who have lived there dating back to their ancestors. Driving people out of their homes, stealing land, property, implementing laws that actively discriminate against Palestinians, indoctrinating children, government officials stating on the record that Palestinian children deserve what happened to them and that they will not stop until they’re eradicated?

Good fucking riddance dickhead I hope you choke to death

[chemicalgirlmechanicalboy]

*sigh* Toe knee Pay ree... U adorable piece of shet...If u had a superpower dat could make make pipol hapi, It would definetly b placed in ur smile x_x

[ofmermaidstories]

hi! could u see bakugo ever getting tattoos?

you know anon, i have been thinking and thinking and thinking about this and wavering between, oh no he’s too much of a nerd LMAO or hmmm hori did give his fantasy!bakugou one but is that because he’s a fantasy AU and thus divorced of the context of being what’s basically a superpowered police officer in the future? and what i could see, maybe, is that if he gets tatts, it wouldn’t be until he’s older: when he’s more established in his career. when he’s less of a nerd, LMAO, and less caring of what others (the general public, already wary of him and his explosions) might think.

there is a caveat to that, though. like, if edgeshot dies instead of living out his life as a worm, then i could see bakugou getting a memorial tattoo for him, maybe??? 🥺 like, early on. maybe something like—an element of edgeshot’s hero costume, like the edge of his gloves or rope detail, on bakugou’s arm. like deku keeps talking about getting a massive back piece of all might (💀) or maybe kiri starts collecting tattoos and bakugou’s like—🤨. LOL, he’s telling them they’re UGLY!!! but then he talks big game about getting his full hero name (💀💀) done on his back or something, idk, but it’s like—an empty threat. and it remains an empty threat, until bakugou’s sitting there at Denimhead’s office, listening to Jeans talk and talk and talk and he’s looking past the older man—to a framed photo on a shelf, maybe, of Best Jeanist and Edgeshot at UA, the hint of their babyfaces behind scarves and too-high collars. and even then bakugou never makes a fuss of it. maybe no one realises he has a tattoo until he’s stripping in the change room, at the agency, and there it is: an inked memorial to the man that saved him. 💥🫀

(izuku would recognise it instantly; he’d go to ask, and then stop himself, the words dying in his throat, and it’s his silence that gives him away; katsuki glancing back to him, eyebrow arched.

“stop gawking,” he grouses. “it’s nothin’.”

but it’s not nothing. not when kacchan already ripped into kirishima for his tattoos, when they were once denied entry into a onsen because of them. it’s ink, scared into the band of his arm—forever. a reminder—and an honour.)

[moofahdrome]

U have very good taste in ttrpgs !!

U should talk about ur fave character uve played as if u have one!

thank you thanks!!! its GOTTA be Ellen Weaver, alias Alloy, a PC I made for a Masks game that I'd love to use again! I've got a few pieces of her to share here, and I'll paste her bio below the cut :)

art by @beedokart and @paperandpencilsandskips respectively!

and some INCREDIBLE music from @maxknightley !!!

She's just. SO fun to play and explore and be cool and interesting and queer with. I really hope I can play another game where she'll fit! Plus designing her gave me sooooo much gender euphoria and I've started looking a lot more like her irl its wonderfullllll

Here's her bio if you wanna read!

Ellen Weaver is the goddaughter of the hero Stainless, an iron man-style figurehead hero for a major tech and defense company that her actual parents own. Ellen always admired Stainless and wanted to be a hero just like her, though as the eldest son (at the time) of a CEO she wasn't taken very seriously until she genuinely committed herself to the task throughout her adolescence. On her 18th birthday, a year after she came out as a girl, Stainless finally promised to take her on as an apprentice once she turned 20 as long as she constantly trained and studied, and the inheritance of Stainless Corp. was passed down to her younger brother.

One day, while Stainless was taking her on a tour of the company's weapons R&D, they observed the study(torture) of a captured alien creature resembling a long strand of silver. Sensing Ellen's deeply hidden empathy, the symbiote escaped its cage and bonded with her, becoming a living metal tattoo across her skin. This disturbed everyone greatly, but after months of testing, it seemed to not be a threat. The symbiote is sentient but not (yet) capable of human expression, but it gets along with Ellen and wants to help her. As long as it's still connected to her somehow, it can detach from her skin to be used as a weapon or tool akin to a whip, a spear, a rope, or anything it can coil into. This gave her a genuine superpower, when both she and Stainless were only using intelligence, martial training, and gadgets before.

This disturbed Stainless. She encourages or demands her apprentice to keep the symbiote dormant and unused, ostensibly because she doesn't want her protege to rely on an unpredictable power. In truth, though, alien or not, Stainless has a prejudice towards all genuine superhumans, viewing them as priding themselves above humanity and unfairly accomplishing what normal people have to work to create. Stainless was never a truly good mentor or hero, but this soured her further, and she is now much harder on Ellen, who still idolizes her.

Ellen, for her part, took the alias Alloy and officially registered herself as a hero on her twentieth birthday. The process was somewhat perturbing to her, since most heroes undergo various tests and trials to be officially licensed, but Stainless pushed her through the process without telling her and the judges just let her sit with them for a while before parading her out and celebrating her newly 'won' status. Alloy still strives to be a hero that will make her mentor and family proud, but eventually her doubts and fears will take over or she'll be pushed too far. When that day comes, she'll abandon her birthright and privilege and technology, becoming a vigilante entirely dependent on her relationship with herself, her symbiotic partner, and her friends.

[vietchonhungngayxuacu]

NHỮNG CAPTION THẢ THÍNH CHO NHỮNG BẠN ĐAM MÊ SỐNG ẢO

1. Low quality pic, but high quality me.

(Ảnh thì kém chất lượng, nhưng người chất lượng cao)

2. Asking for going into your world. Authorizing me or i’ll cross the border.

(Xin được phép bước vào thế giới của cậu. Cấp quyền hay để tôi vượt biên)

3. Oops, something’s on my/your face. Never mind, just beauty.

(Ơ ,có gì dính trên mặt tớ/cậu nè. Không có gì, là vẻ đẹp thôi)

4. Beauty is power, I/u’ve a superpower.

(Đẹp là một năng lực, tớ/cậu có siêu năng lực)

5. Damn!!!your smile. It’s kills me.

(Chết tiệt!!! nụ cười cậu làm tớ u mê)

6. The sun is damn hot and so are u.

(Mặt trời thật nóng bỏng và cậu cũng thế)

7. I’am sorry I wasn’t part of your past, can I make it up by being in your future.

(Xin lỗi vì đã không là một phần trong quá khứ của cậu, để bù đắp tớ sẽ là một phần trong tương lai)

8. I lost my stars, they’re all in your eyes.

(Những ngôi sao của tớ đã lạc vào trong đôi mắt cậu)

9. What’s on the menu today?

-Me-n-u (me and u)

(Có gì trong menu hôm nay?Tớ và cậu)

10. Give me your picture. I’ll show Santa what I want for Christmas.

(Cho tớ xin bức ảnh để gửi cho ông già Nôel thứ tớ muốn vào giáng sinh này đi)

11. You may fall from the sky, and the best way to fall...in “fall” in love with me.

(Cậu có lẽ đã rơi xuống từ bầu trời, và tốt nhất hãy rơi vào trong lòng tớ)

12. My mom told me to follow my dream, so it’s time to follow u.

(Mẹ tớ nói đã đến lúc tớ theo đuổi giấc mơ của mình, vậy là đến lúc tớ theo đuổi cậu rồi)

13. My compass needle is pointing right at you.

(Kim la bàn của tớ chỉ về hướng cậu)

14. There is a terrible traffic jam in your eyes. I get suck in it everytime.

(Tình trạng giao thông trong mắt cậu tệ thật, tớ bị kẹt trong đó hoài luôn)

15. No one has even told me “You’re my World” Maybe I’am just a country or a district or a street, a road.

(Chưa từng ai nói với tôi rằng “Cậu là Thế giới của tớ” có lẽ tôi chỉ là một quốc gia hoặc con đường :-))

25 CAPTION TIẾNG ANH "SO DEEP" GIÚP BẠN DỄ DÀNG SỐNG ẢO 💋

1. You look at a star for two reasons, because it is luminous, and because it is impenetrable.

( Người ngắm vì sao là bởi hai lý do, bởi vì nó lấp lánh, cũng bởi vì nó không thể chạm tới)

2. You are the last rose in my barren land.

(Người là đóa hoa cuối cùng trên mảnh đất cằn cỗi của tôi)

3. I tried to disappear and no one asked.

(Tôi từng thử biến mất, nhưng lại không một ai quan tâm)

4. The world is dull,but it has you.

(Thế gian vô vị, nhưng nó lại có em.)

5. I’ve been looking for the spring of my life, you just smile.

(Tôi vốn tìm kiếm mùa xuân của đời mình, cho đến khi em tình cờ cười lên.)

6. The world is dark,and then you come,with the stars and the moon.

(Thế giới này vốn tăm tối, cho đến khi người xuất hiện, mang đến cùng trăng sao.)

7. One day, I'll find her. And when they ask me how I knew she was the one, I'll tell them, “Because she loved me in spite of all the unlovable pieces she had to pick up.”

(Rồi sẽ có ngày tôi tìm thấy cô ấy. Mọi người sẽ tò mò sao lại chắc chắn là người đó, tôi sẽ nói rằng "Bởi vì cô ấy yêu tôi, yêu trọn vẹn cả những điều không hoàn hảo của tôi.")

8. How to solve the worry , only rich.

(Làm sao để xóa sạch mọi ưu phiền, đó là trở nên giàu có.)

9. Better to light one candle than to curse the darkness.

(Nguyền rủa bóng đêm chi bằng tự mình thắp lên ngọn nến.)

10. I can bear any pain as long as it has meaning.

(Tôi có thể chịu đựng bất kỳ sự khổ sở nào, chỉ cần chúng có ý nghĩa.)

11. Be a pineapple. Stand tall, wear a crown, be sweet on the inside.

(Hãy sống như một trái dứa: dáng đứng hiên ngang, đầu đội vương miện, nhưng bên trong lại ngọt ngào.)

12. Nobody is stupid. It's just that sometimes, we choose to be stupid for us to feel a little bit of what they call happiness.

(Không ai là ngốc nghếch hoàn toàn. Có chăng là giả vờ khờ khạo, để cảm nhận một chút tư vị của hạnh phúc.)

13. You left in peace , and left me in pieces.

(Người nhẹ nhàng rời đi, bỏ mặc ta tan nát nơi này.)

14. Life is short. Smile while you still have teeth

(Cuộc đời này ngắn lắm. Hãy cười khi mà bạn vẫn còn răng)

15. The sun won't run to you, the moon won't, the stars won't, but I shall.

(Mặt trời sẽ không đến vì em, mặt trăng không, các ngôi sao kia cũng sẽ không, nhưng anh sẽ.)

16. In the story of your life, don’t let anybody else hold the pen.

(Câu chuyện cuộc đời của riêng bạn, đừng để ai nắm được chiếc bút.)

17. “If I walk would you run？

If I stop would you come？

If I say you are the one，

Will you believe？"

(Nếu như anh cất bước, em có đi cùng không?

Nếu như anh dừng lại, liệu em có đến?

Nếu như anh nói em chính là duy nhất, em sẽ tin chứ?)

18. No matter where you are, or what you are doing, or who you with, I will honestly, truly, completely love you.

(Cho dù em đang ở đâu, đang làm gì, hay đi cùng ai, anh cũng sẽ thật lòng, thật lòng, hoàn toàn yêu em)

19. If you shed for stears when you miss the sun, you also miss the stars.

(Đừng khóc vì hoàng hôn, nếu không em sẽ bỏ lỡ cả những vì sao.)

20. There is a crack in everything，that's how the light gets in.

(Vạn vật đều có vết nứt, đó là nơi ánh sáng chiếu vào.)

21. Time would heal almost all wounds. If your wounds have not been healed up, please wait for a short while.

(Thời gian luôn chữa lành mọi vết thương. Nếu nó vẫn còn đau âm ỉ, thì hãy đợi thêm một lát nữa)

22. There's a difference between "love" and "like". If you like a flower you will pick it, but if you love a flower, you will water it every day.

(Luôn có sự khác biệt giữa "yêu" và "thích". Nếu thích một đóa h��ng, bạn sẽ thẳng tay hái nó, nhưng nếu yêu, bạn sẽ tưới nước hằng ngày.)

23. Women's tears are useless, but you make a woman cry, it is useless!

(Nước mắt phụ nữ vốn vô dụng, nhưng làm họ khóc, thì bạn chính là đồ vô dụng!)

24. The secret of a good relationship is that you don't have to be serious, but you have to be serious!

(Bí mật để giữ gìn tốt một mối quan hệ chính là trong mối quan hệ đó bạn không cần thiết phải nghiêm túc, nhưng bạn nhất định phải nghiêm túc!)

25. I wish I were what I was when I wished I were what I am.

(Tôi ước gì có thể trở lại như ban đầu, mà ở thời điểm đó tôi đã ước được trở thành tôi của hiện tại.)

📌 Nguồn bài: Si Me Amas, Serva Me

[aruanimess]

Character(s) u identify with the most in aot? 💚

Hi, Luca!

Well... there isn't really one character in aot that I identify with, at least not in the sense that I see myself in them completely, but there are bits and pieces that I relate to in most of my faves.

With Armin I relate to his inability to value his own strengths for what they are and the constant need to prove himself. His refusal to accept help as if that would make him somehow less deserving is another part of his character that I recognize in myself (I don't like it, but I do).

With Annie is the feeling that I've done something terrible that I will never be able to atone for. Now, I haven't murdered thousands of people, obviously, but the emotions behind her circumstances ring true to my heart. Also, I know how it is to have a very demanding father who only seems to accept you based on your performance in one particular field (for her it was martial arts, for me it was math).

Both Armin and Annie have trouble accepting that they can be loved unconditionally, so that's yet another aspect of theirs that I see myself in.

With Reiner I relate to his people-pleasing ways. Trying to keep everyone happy will result in you alienating everybody and, boy, have I learnt this the hard way...

On a lighter note, I relate to Connie because he's silly and dumb and is a devoted momma's boy! I too would kill a child to save my mom and give her superpowers! (I'm mostly joking... mostly)

[onecentwriter]

intro post wowee + my fic masterlist!!

hello there friend :) I use she/they pronouns and you can call me taurie!

(what else do I say)

(halp)

uh ~ my interests ig ~

marauders

mcyt (bedrock bros is my brotp)

marvel

bbc sherlock AND downey sherlock

gomens

star trek

hamilton

aimsey

star wars

probably a bunch other I’m forgetting lol

I’m also a huge science and literature nerd so if u tag me in anything like that I will love you forever

follow my marauders sideblog!!! @pads-and-prongs

(DNI: people who ship ccs who do not want to be shipped!!! if I followed you by accident and you do this please unfollow because I do not want that here :D)

my fics under the cut!!! vvv

~my fics!!~

multichap -> completed multichap -> ongoing oneshot/one chapter

fics in order of most recently posted!

~~~ mcyt ~~~

damage control || 1,094 words || High School AU || Fluff, Hurt/Comfort || Bedrock Bros || Tommy gets beat up, and Techno is there to pick up the pieces

the tommy show, innit? || 1,159 words || Talk Show AU || Fluff, Banter || Bedrock Bros || Tommy is a talk show host and Techno is the celebrity he’s interviewing

stitch me up, buttercup || 1,331 words || Spiderman AU || Fluff, Banter || Bedrock Bros || Tommy, aka Spiderman, has to go to his recluse neighbor, Technoblade, to get stitches. It goes about as well as you’d expect.

living in the day by day || 1,891 words || Post-Apocalyptic AU || Fluff, Banter || Bedrock Bros || In a post-apocalyptic world, Techno and Tommy prepare to raid the biggest territory in what was formerly L’manberg: the Syndicate

make this your ending || 1,069 words || War AU || Angst, Hurt/No Comfort || Bedrock Bros || Techno and Tommy are soldiers, and they are about to die.

technoblade's guide to becoming friends with firsties || 4,930 words, 3/? chapters || Hogwarts AU || Fluff, light angst || Bedrock Bros, Benchtrio || Techno is a prefect and Bench Trio are the first years he bonds with (against his will)

golden light (in my eyes) || 1,119 words || Mer AU || Fluff || Bedrock Bros + Phil || Tommy is a Mer and Phil + Techno rescue him from captivity, plus loads of gold-related instincts

every corner of the universe || 1,167 words || Alien AU || Domestic Fluff || Tommy is a human and Techno is a piglin, they live on a ship together

triple shot tuesday || 1,194 words || Cafe AU || Fluff || Bedrock Bros || Tommy is a barista and Techno is the english major #struggling in his cafewhen my love reaches to me || 3,043 words || College AU || Fluff, Light Angst || Bedrock Bros, Benchtrio || Techno works in IT and Tommy is the small child he ends up befriending

reasons wretched and divine || 2,108 words || Modern AU || Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff || Bedrock Bros || Tommy's family is neglectful, so he turns to Techno for comfort

in some other life (AU-gust event daily drabbles) || 25,414 words, 31 chapters || Fluff, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Hurt/No Comfort || bedrock bros, crimebois, SBI || one AU for every day of August

the stars don't shine, they burn || 4,249 words, 2 chapters || vampire SBI, human Tommy || Angst, Hurt/Comfort || Tommy is insecure about being human, takes it out on SBI, fluff and hurt/comfort ensues

c'est la meme || 1,537 words || Superpowers AU || Light Angst, Fluff || Bedrock Bros || Tommy finds the villain Blade bleeding out and patches him up

hummingbird don’t fly away / in you i’ve found a fragrance || 1,408 words || SBI Bird AU || Tooth-Rotting Fluff || Bedrock Bros, SBI || baby hummingbird tommy, sbi freaking out because he's tiny

in which shubble realizes just how tiny she is || 1,556 words || same universe as 'if i could ride a bike' || Shubble & Tommy || Fluff || Tommy goes to Empires to meet Shubble

if i could ride a bike || 28,546 words, 18 chapters || DSMP x Hermitcraft crossover || Fluff, Angst, Hurt/Comfort || Geminitay & Tommy, SBI || Tommy dies in DSMP and respawns in Hermitcraft

oh it seemed so strange to me (how we went from something's missing to a family) || 1946 words, 3 chapters || hockey AU || Fluff || Emerald Duo, Neopolitan Trio, Olive & Technoblade || 3 drabbles set in Drhair76's hockey universe, centered around Technoblade

to be a sun among stars || 1,482 words || God AU || Fluff || Sand Duo, Dadza + Mumza || God Phil finds an orphaned Wilbur and takes him in as his son (Mumza's there too)

all I wanna be so bad || 1,991 words || IRL fic, 5 +1 || Light Angst, Fluff || Five times Tommy was the admirer and one time he was the admired one

~~~ marvel ~~~

we ain't perfect but we try || 2,825 words || Tony-centric || Angst, Fluff || Tony Stark is many things. Genius, billionaire, playboy. Perfect is not one of them

they wrote you (all these stories) || 3,115 words, 31 chapters || Multiple POVs || Fluff, Angst, Romance || Almost three dozen 100-word-drabbles focusing around various marvel characters

softer realities || 1,199 words || Lokius, Pre-slash || Fluff || Loki is sleepy and Mobius coos over him

and you were my eyes (how could i see again) || 5,111 words || BruceNat || Fluff, Angst || Following Bruce + Natasha's relationship through pre-slash and... not so pre-slash

all the time || 900 words || Sam & Bucky || Fluff, Light Angst || Bucky hates it when people touch his hair. Until Sam.

while i try to forget (i used to be something great) || 1,475 words || Bucky-centric || Angst, Light Fluff || Bucky Barnes character study

do this ourselves || 929 words || Sam & Bucky || Fluff, Protectiveness || Sam and Bucky don't become friends immediately. This is how they do.

the reams of gray stencils that fill the tapestry || 11,705 words || Sam x Bucky || Fluff, angst || Bucky is free, and eventually he ends up with Sam. Things... happen.

in which clint barton has rizz (for once) || 558 words || Cafe AU || Coulson x Clint || Fluff, Humor, Crack || Clint gets Phil's number by complaining and pissing him off. He doesn't understand either.

before the world fell at our feet || 483 words || Sam x Bucky || Angst, Hurt/Comfort || Sam and Bucky talk about Steve and Riley. It's sad.

believe them when they say (it's left for yesterday) || 5,341 || Post-Infinity War, Steve & Natasha || Angst, Hurt/Comfort || Steve and Natasha struggle through life post-Snap.

it could've been a nightmare || 588 words || Steve x Bucky || Bucky has a nightmare about Steve (it isn't new).

drink the poison lightly (cause there are deeper and darker things than you) || 1,748 words || Vampire AU || Bucky x Clint || Fluff, Light Angst Bucky is a vampire and Clint is most definitely... not

is it just you and me (in the wreckage of the world?) || 550 words || Bucky-centric || Angst || Introspective piece on Bucky, post-CATWS

~~~ misc ~~~

how do you choose not to feel? || Star Trek || 783 words || Kirk x Spock || Angst || Kirk is dying, and all he can think about is Spock.

death doesn’t discriminate between the sinners and the saints (it takes and it takes and it takes) || Hamilton || 1,012 words || Angst || A character study of the Bullet.

[lanzhans]

HI! WAIT ARE U ONE OF THE PEOPLE WHO KEEPS PUTTING THE KDRAMAS ON THE DASH. holding a microphone up to you what are ur top recs for kdramas. favorites even

hi hello yes i am & i am the right person to ask this question actually

alchemy of souls: this show is so well named bc it literally is my soul. to date the only media that has made me sob hysterically (multiple times!) all of the characters are so incredible and multifaceted and jung somin and go younjung portray the fl with so much depth it is amazing. lee jaewook is also incredible as the ml and his character is one of the most interesting protags i've ever seen. also the cinematography and magic system is amazing i believe it's partially based off of chinese xianxia dramas? but it is so amazing it is my favorite thing ever go watch it: a+ plot, a+ cast, a+ cinematography

law school: this one also has go younjung in it! (alchemy of souls) and i literally could not put it down bc the plot is so interesting & the characters are all. absolutely incredible to watch. it is so much more than just a murder mystery, and i think it really made me rethink how i viewed lawyers & the legal system in general. also solhwi beloveds forever so ! i think this is rlly fun if u love murder mysteries, law, dark academia or just some really well-developed characters

weightlifting fairy kim bok-joo: this one is a bit older but nam joo hyuk is so beloved here?? absolute friends to lovers excellence i love love love the chemistry between the leads like apparently they were dating? during the show? and u can absolutely tell bc bokjoo and joonhyung are so in love with each other. besotted. i think it's such a fun drama and bokjoo is so everything to me

hometown cha-cha-cha: absolutely pure serotonin at its finest. it is so escapist u can just put it on and forget abt all ur worries. there are like 0 stakes it is just such a beautiful exploration of love and living in a small town vs a city and i adore yoon hyejin she is so special to me

hymn of death: this one is literally 3 eps long & it broke me into pieces? it's a story about two people finding love during the japanese occupation of korea and it hurts so badly to see two people trying to keep their culture afloat while being occupied. also the ending is so painful but it is soooo good like. shin hye sun never ever ever misses she's my fav actress i think

my name: another shorter drama! it is 8 eps and they're all so?? action packed?? song jiwoo is so special near and dear to me. it is literally just about a young woman dealing with the grief of the death of her father and trying to avenge his death and it's one of the most painful things i've ever seen but it's incredible. han sohee put everything she had into that portrayal of her

our beloved summer: title is so correct bc this drama is so beloved to me! i honestly love how they portrayed both leads, guk yeonsoo and choi ung's struggles felt so real and kim dami and choi wooshik really did an incredible job portraying them as just. very real people. it's like. haters to lovers to exes to pining to "friends" to lovers but their love is so real. it's so so so good and it's the first kdrama i ever saw so it is forever special to me

honorable mentions:

moving: ok tbh idk how qualified i am to rec this rn bc i just started (another go younjung drama, r u noticing a pattern) but already i adore the plot and the characters and i'm so excited to see where this goes next!! this one is about a group of people who have superpowers and there's some agency involved but tbh idk much more than that

destined with you: in no way is this a drama w an actually good storyline like we are just here for the vibes but i love kim rowoon and i love jo boah and their chemistry is off the charts and they're so cute in this drama! and honestly i am having so much fun every wednesday and thursday w them . so. this one is about a "cold" lawyer and a civil servant who are reincarnations of their past selves who were alive during the joseon dynasty and whose love story ended in extreme tragedy. the lawyer (jang shinyu) is cursed to have some kind of brain tumor i think? and there's a spell book involved that belongs to the civil servant (lee hongjo). it is very no plot only vibes

see you in my 19th life: this one....fair warning. the ending is. quite. something. but honestly it started out so strong and i think it is still a fun time bc shin hyesun strikes yet again. tbh i only got thru this one bc of her portrayal of ban jieum but honestly this is probably one of her best performances if not her best. this one is abt a girl who remembers all of her past lives trying to find the boy she loved in her past life (moon seoha) but couldn't be with bc she died very young

angel's last mission: love: i think this one def got a tad melodramatic at times but honestly kim dan and lee yeonseo are so in love. i want to be in love like they are in love. this is abt a ballerina who, due to an "accident", became blind and couldn't dance anymore and an angel is sent down to help her find love but ends up falling in love w her instead. another shin hyesun drama and she never ever misses so ! her portrayal of yeonseo is an acting masterclass actually

to be watched:

twenty-five, twenty-one: saw an edit of this one to long live and had to watch it so it is on the tbw. also a nam joo hyuk drama (about a young woman's fencing journey & youth w her friends & first love and also about her daughter's ballet career i think)

moon lovers scarlet heart ryeo: i love love love iu and need to see her projects so! heard this one is pure pain which sounds sooo fun actually (about a girl in the 21st century who gets transported to the goryeo dynasty i believe)

extraordinary you: cannot believe there is a drama that exists with both lee jaewook and kim rowoon. how is that real (about a girl who is a side character in a comic book and decides she doesn't want to be and then there's like a crossover w another comic book or something like that)