#welp maybe somebody will read this

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By the way. Hunter is here 4 years old

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jealous | jjk

you two agreed - sex without feelings. but it all goes out the window when you have to watch two girls fawn over him and he sees your ex trying to make up for lost time.

✨ title: jealous | ✨ pairing: jungkook x noona f!reader ✨ word count: 5.1k | ✨ rating: R / minors dni ✨ genre/au: smut with a smidge of plot | age gap, fwb ✨ warnings: reader is 7 years older (what??? i love noona fics. okay??), ex-boyfriend namjoon, language, drinking, yoongi is drunk (it's his b'day dinner), they both get jealous (obvs), maybe a little possessive(?), kissing, touching, groping, dirty talk, oral (m. receiving) in a bathroom, cum swallowing, slight exhibitionism, vaginal fingering, jk's confidence shows up ✨ a/n: this song sparked this fic, along with the million of keshi songs that fit perfectly as well (just friends, beside you, somebody) | this is part of the naked!couple but can be read as a standalone. also, i have no idea if this is any good? lmfao. welp, enjoy. ✨ tagging: @cherrysoulth @jikooknoona @burnahtsw @sathom013

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Kook 2:14 PM Are you going to Yoongi's birthday dinner?

You 2:20 PM Probably. Why?

Kook 2:22 PM Cool, cause I got invited too. I'll see you there.

See, the thing was, no one knew you and Jungkook were fucking, and the friend group you shared would probably scream and scold you if they did. You hoped Jungkook could keep his puppy eyes hidden and not give away what was going on between you.

You 2:30 PM Who did you invite to dinner?

Yoongi 2:45 PM Namjoon, Jungkook, Hyejin, Paris, Winnie, and Jin. Why?

Your lips thinned when you saw Namjoon’s name. Of course, he’d be there. He was Yoongi’s best friend and your ex-boyfriend. And this was why you shouldn’t date within a friend group. Then there was Paris and Winnie. Paris embodied everything that annoyed the fuck out of you–a non-stop chatterbox who didn't know how to read a room. Winnie, you could tolerate Winnie, but the fact she was best friends with Paris–you didn't know how she could stand her. Maybe that's why you didn't have a lot of 'girl' friends. Maybe you were too judgmental. Regardless, you had to put up with them for just one dinner.

You were one of the first to arrive at the restaurant. Hyejin waved you down when she saw you scanning the room. You were thankful it was Hyejin and not the other two girls. The thought of having to make small talk made you dizzy.

“Hey–are we the first ones here? Where’s the birthday boy?” you asked, looking around to see so many empty chairs.

“The guys took Yoongi to a bar before coming here. They wanted to pre-game without the girls or something,” Hyejin mentioned, pulling you in for a hug.

“Ah, got it,” you replied, taking your jacket off and setting it behind you on your chair. “Should we pre-game, too?” you grinned, ringing the bell at your table.

The waiter brought two bottles of grapefruit soju. You’d order more once everyone else arrived, but for now, that’ll do.

“So,” Hyejin narrowed her eyes as she poured you a glass, “Are you seeing anyone yet?” Her lips curved into a mischievous grin.

You licked your lips, then came to bite your tongue because Jungkook’s name automatically wanted to roll off it. Then you shook your head, raising your glass to hers as you both took your shots of soju. You noted to yourself not to have too many before your lips became loose, and you spilled all your secrets. “Still single.”

“Want me to set you up with someone?” Hyejin asked, pouring you another glass. “What about Jin or Hoseok?” She wiggled her eyebrows in excitement.

Your heart almost leaped from your chest when she started with a ‘J’ name. “Why are you always trying to play cupid?”

“Because a laid-you is a happy you,” she laughed, to which you rolled your eyes.

“I’m,” you paused, “I’m happy.” There was no trying to convince Hyejin. You could hardly convince yourself. Technically, you were getting laid and weren’t looking for anything serious, and Jungkook was the perfect fuck buddy. He knew how to please you in bed, along with looking like a Greek god. It’s a win-win, you thought.

“So you're getting fucked?”

“Hey–” Your conversation was interrupted by the Greek god himself. “What’s up?” Jungkook asked, keeping his eyes on you. He was about to sit when the chair pulled out, but Paris sat down, thanking him. He made a face, annoyed that she took the spot he wanted because it was across from you.

“Hey, Jungkookie–Y/n just telling me how she’s happy because she’s fucking somebody.”

He shook off his jacket, placing it on a seat next to Paris, and now he was sandwiched between Paris and Winnie. You didn’t think much of it. He could sit wherever he wanted. But you did catch that sly smirk of his when he sat down.

“Happy, huh?” Jungkook sucked in his lips, trying his best to suppress a smile. “Whoever he is, he must be good if you’re so happy.”

You huffed, glaring at the handsome young man. “He’s alright,” you seethed through your teeth. He was good, but he wasn’t that good. You had to try and convince yourself this go around.

“Well, he must be good if he’s keeping you happy,” Winnie’s sweet voice chimed in.

“Don’t deny it, love–and come on, we need details,” Hyejin scrunched her shoulders, becoming giddy in her seat.

You couldn’t help but glance at Jungkook, sporting another smirk. He was probably proud of himself right now. “I’m not talking about my sex life with everyone.”

“Give us a name, at least!” Paris exclaimed, nudging Jungkook to instigate.

“Yeah, Y/n–give us their name.” He tilted his head, egging you on.

You couldn’t believe Jungkook right now. He’d love this to be out in the open, but you didn’t want anyone advising you otherwise. All the girls and Jungkook stared at you, wondering if you’d give them a name.

“Ju–” everyone’s eyes and ears perked up, “Stin. His name is Justin.”

“Who’s Justin?” Jin asked, pulling a chair from under the table.

“Y/n’s new man!” Winnie giggled, playfully pushing Jungkook into Paris. Jungkook quickly straightened his posture, tugging his white button-down. You had to admit. He looked disgustingly fuckable in that stupid white button-down. What you would do to him if your friends didn’t surround you at this moment? Probably things you should keep to yourself.

“Don’t listen to them, Jin. They’re all crazy.” Your eyes blazed like a thousand suns towards Jungkook, hoping he’d get the drift to stay quiet. “Where’s the birthday boy?”

“It’s my birthday!” Yoongi exclaimed as Namjoon was practically carrying him into the restaurant. Yoongi couldn’t get very far, almost bumping into every person he passed by to get to the table.

“Whoa, whoa!” Namjoon uttered before plopping him into the end seat, meaning your ex-boyfriend would sit beside you.

Hyejin shook her head, peering over at the birthday boy. “He’s not even going to remember this birthday,” she remarked, raising her upper lip in annoyance.

As Namjoon sat down, you moved your chair to make room. He hadn’t realized he was sitting next to you. “Oh, hey.” He greeted you with a warm smile, dimples on full display. If one thing always made you weak in the knees, it was those damn dimples.

You turned to him, scanned his face, and returned the smile. “Hey.”

“You look nice tonight.” He uttered before shying away and greeting everyone else.

You probably wouldn’t have heard if your eyes weren’t on him, lost in those dragon eyes like you used to do for hours. Your only response was another smile before you quickly turned away to adjust your seat and glanced at Jungkook, who had been watching the two of you. He loved his Hyung. He did–he just hated the fact Namjoon broke your heart.

Dinner continued with more drinks and laughter from the group, telling stories old and new. Paris and Winnie couldn’t have made it obvious that they were vying for Jungkook’s attention and affection. And you didn’t know if he was playing dumb or just plain oblivious to how they would give him innocent touches, place food on his plate, attempt to feed him, ask his opinions on things, or try to leave the rest of the group out of the conversation. But it was clear to you they wanted him. You’ve seen those tactics before; hell, you’ve used them yourself.

“Hey! I’ve seen those necklaces all over Instagram. What’s inside?” Paris asked, pointing to the pendant draped on your neck.

You quickly reached to grab it, holding it between your thumb and index. “Oh, thanks. A–” you looked at Jungkook, “a friend gave it to me, and um, it’s my dog, Pepper. She passed away a few months ago.”

“Pepper passed away?” Namjoon asked, turning to you, and you nodded. His hand suddenly inches away from yours, lightly brushing the back of it. “I’m so sorry. I know how much you loved her.”

You flashed a small smile. “Yeah, but now she’ll always be with me wherever I go.”

“A friend gave it to you, hmm? Justin?” Hyejin asked, wiggling her eyebrows and rubbing her shoulder with yours. You hummed. “Oh, you have it bad for him!”

“I–I do not!” you stuttered, letting go of the necklace. “He's,” you paused, carefully thinking about your next choice of words. You didn’t want to feed more into Jungkook’s mind because he was watching you, “sweet.”

“Oh gosh! I wish I had someone to make me happy,” Winnie pouted, leaning on Jungkook’s shoulder. “You’re single, right, Kook? Why haven’t we gone on a date yet?”

Way to be so obvious and desperate, you thought.

Jungkook let out an awkward laugh, clearing his throat. “I, uh–” he stopped when he noticed Namjoon unconsciously rubbing the back of your hand. “Yeah, we should go out on a date.” He was lying through his teeth. He would never date Winnie–she was not his ideal type–the one he really wanted was sitting next to her ex-boyfriend, unconsciously letting her ex-boyfriend touch her. He didn’t even want to think about what the two of you used to do together, but now his mind was there.

Paris scoffed, playfully hitting Jungkook’s arm. “What about me? I’ve mentioned plenty of times how cute I think you are.” And honestly, she would shamelessly mention it whenever she could.

“Ladies, ladies. There are plenty of single, handsome men around this table,” Jin remarked, raising his eyebrow.

You watched as Jungkook whispered in one of their ears, then the other. He excused himself from the table, leaving them to bicker. Your eyes followed Jungkook before you excused yourself as well.

Jungkook entered the men’s restroom, and out of sheer frustration, you followed him. Thankfully, no one else was inside when you pushed the door open. Jungkook looked up at the mirror from washing his hands, surprised to see you standing behind him.

“Did you get lost?”

You folded your arms; head tilted to the side. “What are you doing?” A clear indication that you didn’t find his little agreement back there amusing.

“Washing my hands. What else?” He smirked, continuing to wash the soapy residue off.

Had Jungkook always been such a smartass? Maybe you weren’t paying close enough attention to him these past few months.

“I’m talking about Paris and Winnie.” He had to know what you were referring to. You had been watching the three of them all night. Honestly, it made you want to throw up.

"Are you jealous?" He smirked, walking to dry his hands with a paper towel, then stood before you. His doe eyes displayed a glimmer of confidence as he explored your face.

The mirthless laugh that came out of you reverberated through the empty restroom. You scowled, using your index and middle finger to push him back into the bigger stall at the end, locking it behind you.

You huffed, narrowing your eyes at him, pushing him against the cold tile. "Me? Jealous? Of Paris? She's named after a goddamn city. And Winnie? You mean Winnie the Pooh?"

"You're jealous." Jungkook tilted his head, trying to hide the smile itching to come on display. He didn’t know all it took was a little jealousy for you to claim him as yours. He should’ve thought of it sooner.

"Am not."

He took a step; his body flushed against yours. "Then you don't care if I go out with either of them, right? Since we're just fucking."

Out of annoyance, you pushed his shoulder back. “Is fucking not enough for you?” You huffed. "You can date whoever you want, Jungkook. It's none of my business. Just know, if you fuck any of them,” you paused, “then our little arrangement is over." Your chest heaved, and your heart raced as you stood before him.

Jungkook slipped his hand on the small of your back, pulling you into his frame, his eyes darting back and forth between yours, then dropping to your lips. He wanted to kiss you badly but didn’t want to break your rules. He thought it was so fucking hot at how jealous you were, even though you’d deny it until the end of time. He wondered how far he could push you.

You straightened your stance, pulling back a little, exploring the details of his handsome face. Your eyes locked in on the beauty mark hidden underneath his bottom lip. It was always so tempting to want to kiss it. “If you don’t want to do this anymore, just tell me,” you said. “I’m a big girl.”

He shook his head. His nose lightly brushed against yours, his lips ghosting yours–the closest he’d get to receiving a kiss because he knew you’d never give in. “You’re the only one I want.”

Was it fair to Jungkook? No, but you didn’t want to stop fucking him just yet. A slight shudder went down your spine when he made it known that you were it. He didn’t want anyone else.

The corner of your mouth curved up. “Is this turning you on right now?” you asked, referring to the growing erection against your thigh. He let out a sigh and nodded. “Should I do something about it?”

Jungkook licked his lips, toying with his lip ring. “Mm, yes, please.”

The door to the restroom flung open, the voices carrying on their conversation. Unbeknownst to them, you were about to suck the life out of him. No one could see either of you anyway. You were thankful for the tall stalls right now.

You kissed Jungkook’s jawline and neck before lightly biting on his earlobe. “Do you know what I love the most about your cock?” Jungkook visibly gulps and shakes his head no. “How perfectly it fits into my mouth.”

Fuck. You were really going to be the death of him, he thought.

Your right hand palmed the hardened length constricted by the black jeans. You thought he looked so fucking sexy in the stupid white button-down. It was such a simple look, but it didn’t take long to get you eyeing him all night, wanting to rip it off.

Jungkook leaned forward, his forehead touching yours, his eyes closed. Your hand still rubbing him. “You drive me fucking insane. You know that?”

Your left hand laced through his long hair, settling at the nape of his neck. You gently tugged his head back, attaching your mouth to his neck again, lightly marking him–you had to make it known that he was already taken. “Mm. I know.”

Stepping back, you fumbled at his belt, making sure not to lose eye contact with him, unfastening the button and zipper, pulling down his jeans and underwear just enough so his cock could be freed. You couldn’t help yourself and looked down, your hand wrapped around his length, pumping a few times. Your thumb circling the bead of pre-cum already threatening to fall.

When you dropped to your knees, Jungkook’s eyes widened. “You’re gonna do this right here? Right now?” He had to ask, ensuring he wasn’t dreaming. Because this surely was a fever dream, you about to suck him off in a restaurant’s bathroom.

You chuckled and answered by kissing the tip, causing him to utter curses. His tattooed hand removed your hair as he looked down to get a better visual of you. He’d never seen such a sight before. You, willing to pleasure him outside of the bedroom.

Gripping the back of his thigh, you tugged him closer, swirling your tongue around his head. You didn’t think you could get so worked up by sucking Jungkook off, but here you were, arousal pooling in your underwear at the mere sight of him, your pussy clenching around nothing. God–you wished you were back at your place instead of this dinner. Your tongue continued only working his head, your mouth popping back and forth on the ridge, weak moans escaping his lips, craving more of your warm, wet mouth.

When you fully took all of him in, he exhaled deeply, watching himself disappear and reappear into your mouth. Your lips slick and swollen with saliva, bobbing up and down the length of his shaft. The urge to touch yourself and relieve the ache building within was becoming too much.

He sharply sucked in a breath, trying to hold it together, thinking about anything else to prolong the pleasure increasing inside him.

Hollowing your cheeks, you continued helping Jungkook chase his climax, allowing him to hit the back of your throat, causing you to gag lightly. You pulled off, holding his length, licking the underside where the prominent vein resides. You glanced at Jungkook, his eyes still fully on you, watching your every move. Your lips parted around his cock, sucking only on the tip again. His moans encouraged you to continue and drove out the whispers of those wondering what the fuck was happening in the stall.

Jungkook gently cupped your cheeks, making you look at him. “Noona, I’m gonna come. Where do you want me to come?”

Quickly, you popped off. “My mouth, Kook,” you explained before sucking on him again, tugging him closer. Heat began spreading under his skin, his abs tightening, his heart racing a million miles a minute, chasing the climax that had been building before the two of you stepped into this bathroom.

He bit his bottom lip, trying his best to stifle his moan. The coiling tension is on the brink of finally breaking. Your lips are swollen, and your mouth covered in saliva and his pre-cum–he wished he could savor the moment as long as he could, but at long last, his hips jerked forward, his seed spilling into your mouth as you sucked him dry and swallowed his cum.

"Still want to ask them out?" you asked, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.

He grinned with his eyes closed, head leaning against the wall, he found it cute that you were jealous, but he'd keep that to himself. "You look better on your knees than they ever would." Jungkook's eyes fluttered open, catching your eye roll. He grabbed your hand, helping you stand before he pulled up his underwear and jeans.

Before you unlocked the door, you did the one thing you swore you'd never do. Staring into his naïve doe eyes and cupping his face, you pulled him in for a kiss. Your lips pressed into his, and they were as you expected, warm, soft, pillowy.

He was taken aback by the sudden action, but he returned the kiss–lips gliding, becoming entangled. His hands gripped onto your waist, pulling you flush against him. His tongue nipped at your mouth, wanting access, but you came back to reality, remembering that the two of you were still in a stupid bathroom.

“We should go back before everyone gets suspicious.” He nodded. “I’ll go out first, and then you come out in three minutes.”

And it was a stupid thing you did to kiss him, but all you felt were butterflies in the pit of your stomach as you walked back to the table.

"You okay?" Namjoon asked when you sat down.

"'M fine." You cleared your throat, pulling the chair closer to the table and fixing your hair in case any strays were out of place.

Jungkook came shortly after you, plopping down between Paris and Winnie, and your eyes flew down to his crotch, seeing his zipper open. The two of you stared at one another, trying not to make it obvious something had happened between you.

You were trying to get his attention by tilting your head and staring down at his crotch, but he furrowed his brows in confusion. Conversations started up again once the two of you joined, but you couldn’t not tell him about his zipper. So you slouched a tad in your chair, using your shoe to tap Jungkook’s leg. He promptly looked at you, wondering what you were doing, as your pointed-toe boot slid further up his jeans. He thought that you were horny and wanted him to return the favor.

You mouthed, ‘your fly,’ motioning up and down with your hand. He tilted his head, watching your eyes alternate between his crotch and his eyes. You continued mouthing a few more times before he finally caught your drift. Jungkook tried to be as discreet as possible, ensuring no one was paying attention.

Whew. The two of you dodged a bullet.

Technically, no one would’ve said anything, but you were becoming paranoid, thinking everyone would figure out your secret. You didn’t need Hyejin to hype you up or Namjoon to find out you were sleeping with his friend. Not that it would matter because the two of you weren’t together, and you were a grown-ass woman, able to do whatever you wanted, but sometimes, you cared too much about what other people thought about you.

“How’s everything going?”

You picked up your glass of soju, knocking it back. You expected Namjoon to ask you this sooner or later. “Everything is going well,” you said abruptly, without further explanation.

“So, you’re seeing someone?” he asked, trying not to pry too much.

You snuck a glance at the man you were sleeping with, carefully choosing the next words to come out of your mouth. “Um,” you bit down on your lip, nibbling the inside of your cheek, “I’d rather not talk about it if that’s okay?” Another bullet dodged because you were sure Jungkook was trying to listen in.

“Yeah, of course. No, I completely get it,” Namjoon explained, knocking back his soju glass.

The server brought another order of steamed perilla leaves, placing it in front of Namjoon, and he reached out with his chopsticks, trying his best to peel the first thin leaf, but the marinade was too sticky for him to do so. Like the sympathetic person you were, when it came to your ex-boyfriend, you used your chopsticks to hold down the rest so he could get a piece. Namjoon smiled, holding the thin leaf between his chopsticks, asking if you wanted one. You shook your head, denying the minty herbal leaf–you never really liked the taste.

Jungkook observed the perilla leaf interaction between the two of you. His nostrils flared, jaw tensed up as he shifted in his seat. There was no reason for him to be jealous because you were never really his to begin with. He agreed to sex with no feelings, but he already fell long and hard for you before this all started. It’s not like he could say anything to you or Namjoon. He had no bearing. To everyone at the table, he was just a friend to you, and they would find it odd if he unexpectedly displayed any kind of envy or hostility when the two of you were just friends. So, he had to play it off like it didn’t matter because you were just being kind and helping an ex-boyfriend.

Yoongi groaned, grasping his stomach as Jin held him up. Everyone waited outside, debating what to do next, but you just wanted to go home for some odd reason. You didn’t feel like engaging in more social interactions, especially if you had to watch Paris and Winnie slobber all over Jungkook again. You grimaced at the thought.

Namjoon nudged you with his shoulder as he leaned over, whispering in your ear. “Hey, can we talk?”

You hummed, following him away from your friend group. You stuffed your hand into your long overcoat, avoiding his gaze by staring at your black boots as you stood before him.

“I miss you.”

Your lips thinned, staring at your shoes before looking up at him. You didn’t reciprocate those words back to him because you had moved on. Could Jungkook be the reason? There was a possibility. “Are you still choosing your career over the people you love?” He wet his lips and shamefully nodded. “I don’t blame you, Joon. I get it. You love what you do. You’re allowed to love what you do, but I won’t get back into this with you. I just can’t.”

He gave a half-smile. “Are you happy, at least?”

It’s not like life was terrible. You had a good job, good friends, lived in the best city and fucking regularly. “Mmhm.”

“As long as you're happy, that's all I really want for you.”

When you and Namjoon regrouped with the rest, you noticed Jungkook’s eyes glaring at you with the heat of a thousand suns. Namjoon strolled over to help Jin with Yoongi, and you wandered over to Jungkook, standing by himself.

You peered at him, trying to catch his attention, but he turned away. “Are you upset with me?” His silence answered your question. “Is this because I helped Namjoon peel a stupid perilla leaf? Oh my god, Jungkook. You can't be serious.”

He grabbed your hand, pulling you towards a darkened alley near the restaurant. You looked back, hoping none of your friends could see the two of you, but they were all too busy conversing with one another to notice.

“Jungkook–what are you doing?” you asked in a hushed tone.

“Don’t do it.”

“Do what?”

Jungkook closed his eyes and sighed. “Get back together with him.”

“I’m–” You looked back at your friends. “I’m not going to, and why do you care?" you asked, with your shoulder leaning against the brick wall, your back facing your chattering friends. You could think of a million reasons why, and maybe you were fooling yourself into thinking that Jungkook would be smart enough not to have feelings, but it was hard to ignore the puppy eyes and sweet texts.

"Because–I just do, okay?" he answered, mimicking your posture. He noticed the glisten in your eyes from the moonlight. It wasn’t hard to tell how much the break-up with Namjoon hurt you. Even though you tried your hardest to hide your feelings, he could read you like a book. He lifted your chin, forcing you to look at him. “Can I make you feel better?”

“How?” you mused.

He leaned in, closing his eyes as his lips pressed against yours. To his surprise, you didn’t pull away. You kissed him back, the desire within you growing. You knew breaking your rule of no kissing would be bad, but his lips were too enticing to stop. Now you never wanted to stop kissing him.

Jungkook didn’t care if you were just kissing him because you wanted to forget about Namjoon. After all, that was his intention–he never wanted Namjoon to be on your mind ever again. You deserved better than anything he or any other person could ever give. But if he could just distract you briefly, that was enough for him.

He pulled away, the two of you out of breath, his forehead leaning against yours. “Can I touch you?”

Good boy, you thought, still asking for permission from you. You nodded, unconcerned about your friend group, probably wondering where the fuck you two went.

Jungkook tugged you closer, slightly hiking up your skirt, making you grin at his actions. He was becoming bold, wasn’t he?

“Right here? Right now?” you asked, echoing his words from earlier tonight.

He hummed, pulling your underwear down to your mid-thigh. Thank God you were wearing a long overcoat to hide this lewd act. He dipped his fingers between your legs, gliding them along your slit. You mewled when one of his fingers slipped inside your entrance.

“You’re soaking wet already?” Jungkook asked, biting down on his lip.

“I’ve been wet since I sucked you off,” you whimpered as he stretched you out, making you spread your legs for him. It was a bit embarrassing how wet you were. You closed your eyes, leaning into his frame, your palms pressed against his chest to hold yourself up. You weren't expecting him to be so bold and confident in this dark alleyway.

Jungkook continued to spread your slick, teasing your folds, his thumb grazing over your clit. His digits desperately thrust into you, but the stretch was not enough. You needed more–you needed him, his cock pounding into you senselessly. Your moans spurred him on, and you craved his touch, hips rocking back and forth to pursue the climax building within. It took so little to get you going tonight.

Maybe it was Paris and Winnie's shameless attempts at Jungkook. Maybe you wanted him all to yourself and didn't want to lose him. Maybe it was your eyes meeting at the table, trying to keep tabs on each other all night. Maybe it was all of the above. Could the suppressed emotions you've been trying to hide be bubbling up to the surface?

"Hey! Is everything okay?" Hyejin yelled after seeing you lean into the crook of Jungkook's neck. She had seen you talking to Namjoon, so maybe Jungkook was just comforting you.

"Yeah!" Jungkook replied, "we're coming." He grinned at the double meaning before curling his fingers, touching the soft spot of your front wall, quickening his pace, your arousal dripping down his hand, making lewd noises.

You gripped his bomber jacket, your hot breath fanning his neck, trying to keep quiet in this dark alley, but whimpers and moans escaped with curses and his name.

"Fuck. Fuck. I'm gonna come."

The muscles in your stomach contracting, your heart racing, your skin heating up against his, a shiver running down your spine, the coiling tension ready to break.

"Come all over my fingers, Noona," Jungkook encouraged, pumping his fingers in and out frantically, helping you chase your climax. Then you began mercilessly fucking yourself on his fingers, desperate to reach your peak. His thumb circled your swollen clit a few times, sending shockwaves through your body. Your walls fluttered around his fingers as they continued to pump in and out, coasting your high. "Mm–you did so well."

This was a first–Jungkook giving praises. Honestly, you didn't think you'd ever be turned on by it. Apparently, you were wrong.

You pulled away from him, trying to catch your breath. You watched him withdraw his fingers from your pussy to his lips, licking them clean.

"You can go home with him, but know you're dripping wet because of me."

You cocked your eyebrow. When did he become such a cocky son-of-a-bitch?

"Touché," you acknowledged, pulling your underwear back up. There's no way in hell you'd go home with Namjoon now. You'd rather be somewhere else with someone else. You gripped onto his bomber again, pressing your lips on his. "Wanna take me back to your place?"

want more of the naked!couple? check out secrets (coming soon)

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"The Bubble" (2022) - my thougths

Despite being aware of Pedroverse from soon after season 1 of Mandalorian was released, it wasn't until earlier this year and those damn Dvcree edits on tiktok that awakened something in me. Something that was probably brewing since I saw Din Djarin for the first time. I'm on a quest now of watching Pedro's works and catching up, starting with "The Bubble" because the lovely @chronically-ghosted made me SO intrigued with Dieter Bravo that I need to watch it and then consume what she wrote <3 I already had a snoop and saw you uploaded more than one fic and I'll happily indulge my newly found love

Spoilers maybe below:

"Don't tire them out. Don't fuck them." - welp I'd have failed both with Dieter

You know how sometimes you'd fall asleep when watching YouTube , and then wake up in the middle of the night to the weirdes video playing? This movie gives me those vibes rn

But tbh "You Know that I'm No Good" by Amy Winehouse is a top tier choice, will need to listen to her later

"Do you wanna have sex with me?" is that even a question Dieter

He's kind of.... like if "chaotic good" was a person, sometimes looks like somebody needs to take care of him and I'd gladly step up to the role... while at the same time something about this character makes me weak in the knees like YOU KNOW you'd never be bored with him AND THE HAIR THE HAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIR

the "making sweet eyes at each other" is me when i'm drunk, looking at myself in the mirror

It's not a want it's a need ⬆️

does this movie stop feeling like a fever dream?

Dieter's hair. That's it.

I didn't expect the "Do you wanna have sex with me?" to happen more than once...

"I'm you you're me I'm horny who cares?" - what I say to myself when reading smut

this movie just clears me out of any ability to think and catch the bits that aren't supposed to be serious

THOSE PUPPY EYES

the hand... wtf...

not talking about the drugs BUT DIETER IN THAT FUR IS A LOOK

the kiss awwwwww <3

Welp, that's me finished with the movie. Let me cool down and get some braincells back before diving into Dieter fanfiction because even though the movie was... a movie, Dieter has my heart right now.

[changeling-rin]

Well, it's time to send Changeling on a research binge again-

The Chain ends up in the World of Darkness universe and promptly meets the local Link and his Hunter cell, made up of the local Zelda, Midna, and Zant. Along the way, they learn that the local Ganondorf is a thousands-of- years old vampire, the local Mido leads a very violent werewolf pack, and that the local population really doesn't get to see all this. What happens?

I have read so much backstory to answer this.

Two conclusions. One: so this is where that Changeling the Lost thing from a previous ask came from!

Two: it makes sense that I have never investigated this franchise before, because I do not like horror. And this is... very much that.

Therefore. The Chain, being very confused, and also having learned more than one lesson in the past about immediately trusting the people who say they're your allies (looking at you, Byrne), immediately take about five figurative steps back from the situation and start analyzing.

One week of analysis later, their conclusions are as follows.

-Ganondorf is claiming to be a second-generation vampire, whatever that means, but it does seem to get him a lot of authority in his own vampiric sphere. All his turned vampiric followers are female, which could mean several uncomfortable things that the Links are not going to think very hard about. On the other hand, all of his victims are... indiscriminate. To put it nicely.

-He seems to think that vampires ought to rule the world. He also seems to think that he himself is a fantastic candidate for World-Ruler. He also doesn't seem to think that revealing the existence of vampires in order to subjugate said world is all that big a deal.

-This is causing problems with Mido, who aside from everything else is quite set on all creatures remaining unseen and unknown. On first glance, this seems like a better option than Ganondorf.

-On second glance, Mido is willing to murder any number of bystanders, human or otherwise, in order to keep this secret. He is maybe... not a better option than Ganondorf.

-Meanwhile, the local Link is running a faction dedicated to protecting the humans and innocent bystanders, which finally seem like the one good option in this place.

-...But on second glance, he's also willing to murder any number of creatures, vampiric or lycanthropic or otherwise. Which is, again, not really a better option. Surely somebody in this place is at least a little bit opposed to murder?

-Oh wait. It's the Chain. The Chain is opposed to murder.

-Welp.

-Time to create a fourth faction they guess.

[nanneramma]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💙

Thanks for the ask Lani 🥰 Let's focus on femslash and genfic, to keep me sane. Here are some faves:

🐍 squeeze tight, Moaning Myrtle & Basilisk, G, 1.4k

No one comes to her bathroom.Well. Except the snake.

The strangest lil friendship fic you ever did see.

🌸 nothing more, nothing less, Astoria Greengrass/Ginny Weasley, M, 6k, TW: infidelity, bittersweet ending

Astoria is doing just fine, thank you. Wife to a lovely man, soon-to-be mother to a lovely son.And then she meets Ginny.

Welp kind of a sad one but one of the things I'm most proud of, maybe. Cause sometimes figuring yourself out is hard and endings aren't always just happily ever after.

👀 Somebody That We Don't Know, Remus Lupin & Petunia Evans, G, 5k

The Dursley family encounters an array of interesting individuals from 1982-1991.OrWhere the heck did Remus go after the first war?

One of the goofiest things I've ever written, for @patriceavril. There's a super soft spot in my heart for this one, featuring birthday clown!Remus, and Petunia with a soft spot for handymen.

🧜‍♀️ posso ancora aspettare, Pansy Parkinson/Luna Lovegood, M, 2k, TW: MCD

Pansy meets a sunbeam. But, like most things, it doesn't last.

Written for @venom0usbarbie and inspired by the world of one of her fics (which you should read!), this is me accepting that I'm in my creature era. My sad, circus creature era.

💙 darlin i'd wait: 2023 Saffics Double Drabble Exchange , various pairs, various ratings, 200 words each

MAYBE THIS IS CHEATING BECAUSE IT'S A COLLECTION but I loved writing all these little snippets for the @hpsaffics double drabble exchange this year. Lily/Squid, Petunia/Arabella Figg, Ginny/Celestina Warbeck, AND MORE. I just think 200 words is a perfect length.

[tony-gunks-italian-pizzeria]

Chapter One, Part One: Tony Gunk, Vampire.

Ask yourself, how far can somebody fall from the moral peak?

Midnight, the full moon illuminates the city, but brighter burns a fire somewhere downtown.

Orange flames rise from a building set alight.

“Brocc and Kind Authentic Italian Pizzeria”

reads the sign- until it's eventually swallowed by flame.

In the parking lot, on his knees, is a man named Richard Kind.

He knows why this happened. He knew the falling-out would ruin the business.

But he never knew how much it would ruin him.

“Come in and try our new red sauce! Our pizza's on the cheap but we never cut corners on quality.”

A chipper man in a suit, sporting a bowtie and bowler hat, smiles on the tv screen. His gravelly New York accent is too familiar around these areas.

“Our red sauce is to die for! Its unlike anything you've ever tasted!

We make our pies with the spirit of Italy in our hands, and our hearts- to bring you the most authentic experience you can get! Better ingredients? Well that makes better pizza! I'm Tony Gunk, of Tony Gunk's Authentic Italian Pizzeria, at 426 Carver Avenue.

Thank ya so much for your time.”

The cheerful tune of the advertisement fades as it rolls into the next.

Something about his genuine mustachioed smile, not just put on for the camera- makes you feel like maybe today or tomorrow, you'll stop in, give it a shot. It might beat having Domino's again.

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“Alright, champ! You're gonna be overseeing the rest of the staff today! We've got a popular food reviewer or blogger, or something coming in soon. I'll be here, of course, but i need to split the load, ay?” Tony smiles.

His newest addition to the business, only two weeks in, can't help but respond eagerly.

"Of course, sir! You can count on me."

With a content nod, Tony walks back into the kitchen.

On the walls of the small hallway are small plaques. “Grand Opening” a small picture reads. It shows all of the staff present the day the pizzeria opened. Every staff member in sight- except Tony.

Another reads, “Employee of the month: Todd” with an accompanying picture.

Tony opens the kitchen door, walking through to the bathroom to wash his hands before getting to work.

He sighs and relaxes, scrubbing his hands with the warm water and soap.

“Cleanliness is close to godliness, heha!”

Tony chuckles at the sentiment, and dries his hands.

Looking up to the mirror, “Ah yea- I miss that old face.” After a humble moment of admiration, it's time to get to work.

“Welp- better get cookin’!”

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The door bell rings, “Well, hello there!”, says the sharp dressed man crossing the threshold.

“Hiya, what can we get started for ya?”, asks Todd, from behind the counter.

“I'll take, um.. Three slices with olives and pepperoni, please.”, the man says with a smile.

“Sure thing! Take a seat anywhere, and we'll bring it when it's ready.”

After a moment, Todd takes a step to the kitchen window, and yells, “Tony! New order!”

“I got it, Todd!”, comes a cheerful shout from Tony.

“Oh! So the owner is in the kitchen?” said the gentleman. Todd was sure this must be the reviewer Tony was talking about.

“Yes sir! He holds a deep respect for the business, he's here all day. Oh, I'm sorry, can i get a name for your order?”, Todd responds.

“Consider my hopes raised, then. Name's Broccoli."

"Say- I know this is out of the blue, but you wouldn't happen to have seen a stray around here recently? A lost dog? Should still have her collar on.”

Todd, writing down his name, replies; “Euh- no, I'm sorry.. I'll sure keep an eye out for one though!”

"That's okay. I live nearby, actually, and my dog got out a couple night's back, ysee- I have a poster here with my number in case ya find her.” The man says, standing to slip a paper across the counter before being interrupted by a yell from the back.

“Order for Broccoli!”, shouts a gruff voice.

Todd nods, slipping the paper to the side, then grabbing the tray to hand to Broccoli, “Here you are, sir.” 

"Thank ya, son.”

Another yell follows from the back,

“Hey Todd! Get back here for a minute, wouldn't ya?”

“Comin’!”

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Todd hurries in, and Tony meets him by the entrance to the kitchen. He places an arm around Todd's shoulders, and walks him over to the freezer.

“Say? You heard anything about a missin mutt?” Tony asks, an oddly cheerful tone in his voice.

“Yeah, actually the man who just ordered was-”, Todd is interrupted as Tony chimes in,

“It's not usually how i complete our unique red sauce but uhh- he's a special one.”

“Wait- are you gonna show me how to make it?”, Todd asks enthusiastically.

“Ah, well, uh- Yeah! But, like i said, it's not my usual method, so you wont get the full lesson just yet! Heh-”, Tony laughs as he guides Todd to the door.

Tony gives the freezer door a pull. Their sausage, pepperoni, ham and other assorted meats lay in tubs and drawers. Along the wall are hooks for the other ingredients; Some hooks are unburdened, others weighed down, covered by black bags concealing what's underneath.

Todd asks, “So what's all that hanging on the wall? How do we incorporate that into the pizza?”

“Oh well, let me take a bag or two off! Make sure to shut the door behind ya, first!” Tony says, noticeably excited.

“Im already getting a little cold, haha! Aren't you?”, Todd asks, shutting the freezer door behind him.

“Oh, me? Nah.”

Tony reaches for the first bag. They all seem to be hanging so long, they meet the ground; Most of the bags must be about 5 to 6 feet long. Except for the one Tony pulls off the hook, closest to the front of the row. It's much shorter.

“Tah-dah!"

Tony grins as he quickly zips open the bag, throwing the zipper flap backwards to reveal something that Todd... could never have predicted.

"This was the special ingredient for that fancy reviewers' slices!”, Tony exclaimed, with a tone of obvious glee.

“No way-”

Todd stands, feeling more frozen than the meat and ice surrounding him. He stares, wide eyed at the emaciated and frozen remains of a dog, hanging from the meat hook. Attached to its' body runs wires that are no longer connected to whatever device they were clearly intended for. The dog's eyes and cheeks are sunken in, its' body and skin shrunken, and wrinkled.

Drained.

When enough time passes for Todd's gut to clench as a warning, he starts to speed towards the freezer door, only a few feet away. He has to get out.

Now.

“Hey, c'mon!”, Tony yells from behind him.

In a moment as he reaches for the door handle, he glances backward to see- no one. He's stopped in his tracks, however. When Todd flips his head back to the door, Tony is already there, mere inches away, facing him. Todd stumbles back, further into the freezer, nearly slipping on a patch of ice in his path. His legs start to shake as his eyes map the room, desperately seeking another way out.

Tony pushes a grin onto his face, looking only a little impatient.

“Todd, c'mon! You're employee of the month."

"Somebody else has to start picking up a little slack here-", he sighs before continuing.

"If you don't wanna make the red sauce, that's fine.” Tony sighs, “But can ya at least help me juice 'em for it?”

“J-juice?? Is- is the red sauce-”, Todd stumbles over his words, now.

“Yes! Good heavens. It's blood, Todd! It's blood!"

Todd barely has a moment to process before Tony continues.

"And the fact is- I'm not trying to make a new menu item, that reviewer needs the rest of his pie. I made it from his dog after all.” Tony snorts and laughs.

“I cant just give it to any old customer, so would'ja please take it out to him?”

“I- I don't-” Todd can't comprehend the sight and reality in front of him.

“Just bring the customer his pie. Say it's on the house, for all i care! I've got a lot on my plate right now Todd- you wouldnt want to become the next supply, would'ja?”

As if he had a choice, Todd attempts to stand up straighter to address his boss. “N-no need for that, sir! I'll get it out to 'em!”, he responds, still confused.

“Adda boy, Todd.” Tony smiles gently, with a pat to Todd's shoulder.

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“Hey, before you go, Mister! We've got a special pie for ya, it's what's left of your order!”, exclaims Todd from behind the counter.

“Oh, really? How much would it be?”, the man responds, a surprised look in his eye.

Tony chimes in from the kitchen before Todd has a chance, “Oh, it's on the house! We're about to close up, anyways, so I'm feelin' generous!”

Todd feigns a weak smile, handing him the pizza, “Leftovers–”

“Ah well thanks Tony!” Broccoli says before heading to leave.

“Oh and uh! Good luck findin your dog!” Yells Tony from the back.

“Thank you! I fear its very needed.” Broccoli says solemnly.

The door closes and out walks Tony to the counter, “Very needed indeed.” He chuckles and turns to Todd, “Well. If i letcha go home early will ya come in tomorrow?”

“Uhm uh oh yeah sure thing boss!” Todd struggles.

“Sweet! Then hop to! Lets close up shop, its gettin dark.” Tony beams.

Running through the streets. ‘’i need to find someone, a phone, something.” Todd is running through alleys. Dodging dingy dumpsters and trash bags. “I never thought id get out of that pizzeria.” He trips over somebody's leg, sitting in the alley. He turns over to get up and look at who he'd disturbed. A body sat limp against a brick wall. Skinny, malnourished. If Todd had a comparison it would be just like the dog in the freezer. Only now, there were no tubes. Just two bite marks on the person's neck.

“Oh god, oh fuck” Todd races to his feet. He runs. Step after step, he turns a corner. He trips again.

The leg has stuck out from a man standing this time. Obscured in a cape and a long collar was Tony, dressing sharper than when they were at the shop.

“You got a hot date or somethin? You're lookin awfully tasty. I- I mean hasty! Heha!” Tony cracks up.

“Yeah i do- uh she's waiting for me at the Denny's right now eh-” Todd stammers more

“Oh come oon. Stop it, I see through you more than my own reflection. Whaddya say we do somethin? You've had my pizza yeah?” Tony asks, knowing the answer.

“Yeah man, most lunches these days.” Todd answers.

“Alright. Hows about i change your biology up a little right now, and you see a whole new side to the recipe?” Tony offers.

“Whaddya mean by that?” He asks

“Ah well i just do what i did to him over there, except i uh, dont! squeeze ya like a juice box?” Tony remarks.

Tony usually looks like a normal, albeit eccentric, happy guy. Grease and sauce stains on his apron, living for his work and proud to do it. Right now, however, he stood taller than he should be able to stand, looming over Todd like a shadow cast by a flame. A dark red glow emanating from the shadows revealed the position of Tony's eyes, cutting through the darkness.

“Sure thing. If it means i get out of this alley with my blood.” Todd says.

“Oh i wouldnt dream of killin my top employee. In fact, this is just the promotion i's hopin you'd accept.” Tony approaches slowly, the only sound of the area being his footsteps.

“Here, bend backward slightly, show me your neck.” Tony instructs, his voice now just as deep but lacking any of its usual roughness or accent. A completely different man could have been speaking. Todd looks down his nose as he feels two sharp objects inject themselves into his skin. It feels as if they could slide in forever before they're taken out. 

A new feeling and power flows through Todd as he looks to Tony, “Did you really just-?”

“I did, welcome to the family, heha!” Tony remarks, his voice back to normal, “I'll see you at work then?”

“I- i- yes you will.” Todd assures him.

“Heh, well i better. I can still use ya for the pies, remember?” Tony chuckles.

[soulfungai]

Synopsis:

The ever growing threat of Tressa’s stalker finally comes to a stop. As her stalker is caught, but now she has to deal with something else…a certain feeling for a certain somebody, maybe?

Contents:

Stalking (obv), Trey x Tressa, romance, angst

Authors Note:

Woo! So stalking saga out of the way. Though, it won’t be the last we see of the stalker (except they’re not stalking!). So I guess we STILL can’t rest. Also, sorry for the LONG break. I was NOT planning on sitting and doing nothing. I just was suffering trying to get my story in order.

Taglist:

@liviavanrouge , @394091238483

Word Count:

857

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As Tressa FINALLY got some real rest, she sat down at the table. Only to be reminded she was having lunch with no one, since of course all of her friends were busy, Trey wasn’t in the damn school and well, what else is there? She sat and stared at the empty seats before shaking her head and then she started to eat.

“Wow, they upgraded the food.” No surprise, Kamisha requested for new chefs that she suggested, but she didn’t fire the old ones. She just added new ones. To no surprise, the food got better since these chefs were hand picked by Kamisha herself.

Tressa looked around to see if Kamisha was there, but what was she thinking? Kamisha never went to the canteen, she never ate either. Not during school hours at least.

As the time passed, the clock slowly turned and finally school ended. She sat on her bed, and conveniently, while opening her phone the first thing she saw was…her ex. On Trey’s post. Was Trey friends with him? Did he know about what she did?

Wait, why am I worrying? He’s the enemy… I shouldn’t…she clicked on the notification anyway, just to see what was up. The text read,

“FINALLY GOT TO MEET WITH HIM!!” It was a post from her ex. I’m still following him? She thought. Before blocking his account on MagiCam.

“Whatever.” She muttered to herself as she decided to find something to do that was worth her time.

She sat in the kitchen, wondering what she should bake. She also realized that Trey hadn’t arrived yet.

“Where is that loser?” She asked, to no one in particular. Then a thought crossed her mind, what if it’s my ex? Her stalker. What if it is her ex? What if he wanted revenge for her rejecting him? What should she do?

What am I thinking! If it really is him, I need to catch him in the act. Not just assume things…she thought to herself as she almost sliced off her ring finger with the knife she was using to cut the bananas. Just then, she heard a familiar voice.

“Kind of thought you’d cut off your fingers.” It was Trey, of course.

“What do you want?”

“Nothing. You’re the one who called me.” He replied, how cocky. She thought to herself as she rolled her eyes and continued to cut.

For a while it was silent, until he asked that question.

“Who do you think is the stalker?”

“What?”

“The stalker.” He repeated. She really hoped someone would jump in and stop this conversation from— oh who was she kidding? No one was there other than him and her.

“Probably my ex, I started feeling that I was being stalked right after I rejected him.” Why was she even admitting this to him? Why didn’t she just say “I dunno”, or maybe, “I’m not sure yet.”. Why was she acting so sure when she could very well be wrong?

Welp, since that day she did try testing the waters and quickly found that it was her ex. What a jerk.

“So you were right.” Trey said. He was a bit surprised, she was right about something for once.

For some reason, her heart fluttered when he gave her a smile, and she felt upset when he said that he’d have to leave.

What am I doing? He’s my RIVAL. Not my crush. She sighs and nods.

“Yeah, I guess this is the end. Wasn’t nice to hang out with you.” She said, half joking.

He smirked and went on his phone, probably to text Riddle.

Right now, she was hung up on the fact that she was feeling anything other than happiness. She should be glad he wasn’t there anymore, that he couldn’t cheat…but she was upset. Why?

What is wrong with me today?

To be honest, she couldn’t think of anything other than what she felt, was she really falling for him?

Stop, of course not. He’s just— maybe it reminded me of someone. She stopped for a moment. She looked at the knife she was using as it sliced through the skin of the banana, and maybe it did remind her of someone. Someone she used to love, someone that had a deep place in her heart. Someone that she fell for, someone that she mourned over when they had passed.

Stupid, the past is the past. Trey’s nothing like him. She sighed, why did she have to remember him of all people? He is long gone now. She has to move on. She has to let go of the past.

“Tressa? You’re gonna cut off your damn fingers.” Tressa snapped out of her daydreaming and noticed how she continued cutting, she stopped herself before she cut off her fingers and set down the knife,

“Ari? When did you get back?” She asked as she turned around to face Ari.

“Like…a few minutes ago?”

“Huh, and you come to the kitchen first?” Tressa held herself back from giggling,

“Yeah. I get hungry too.” Ari jokes while giving Tressa a stern look.

Maybe today isn’t so bad.

© pekoetiikapu ❤︎ These stories are originally created by the original poster (me). Please do not steal or plagiarize my stories and do not steal their ideas. Do not repost the stories in or out of the app, please and thank you.

[sayakxmi]

[Magi rewatch] Episode 4: The People of the Plains [Part 1]

Alrite, let's get it over with. And, yeah, you can proobably tell that I'm not that excited about this arc, and, honestly, both the Kouga Arc and the Morgiana Arc are just... well, I don't really care about them. Don't get me wrong, they're both good arcs, Morgiana Arc especially, but they just. Well, they don't do it for me. Again, nothing to do with quality, just preference.

Another downside is that I slightly shot myself in the foot with that rewatch, because it kinda drags, ngl. But at the same time, I'm looking forward to rewatching the Magnostadt Arc, so imma be strong and not skip anything. "Do it for her" meme, except it's me and Kukulcan. Imma do it for my lovely snek and I remember that he had silly faces in the anime. At least I hope I remember well. But, eh, I like rewatching the Magnostadt Arc in general, so I'm losing nothing, and I can still make fun of the art quality which kinda scores a downgrade idk.

Alright, alright, I'm shutting up, let's get to the actual episode.

Sadge.

Love the low bg quality, but anyway, my girl Elizabeth is here :>

Ok, so, something that makes it pretty darn different - here it's said Alibaba's stayed in Qishan for three days, while in the manga Alibaba stays for three days... and then 3 weeks, I believe. That's a pretty big difference.

They look kinda funny here.

Ok, I kinda ended up checking Morgiana's VA, bc it reminded me of somebody, but also, the same VA apparently voiced a character from Zettai Karen Children, which is one of these kinda niche series that I have a sentiment for. Btw Zettai Karen Children: UNLIMITED opening (Last Resolution) is fukcing fire. Also, damn, the ZKC anime aired in 2008, how tf did I find it years later.

BACK TO MAGI

Ok, that's also an interesting difference. In the manga, Alibaba says that he freed everybody etc, because this is what Aladdin would have wanted. At some point after freeing Garda he also tells Toto that he did if because he [Cassim] would've done that, and I'm kinda reading it all as him not yet coming to terms with his own desires, and, yeah, Alibaba does struggle with that a bit, something that Hakuryuu kinda points out. I'm reading it that way because 1) I simply prefer to, 2) I kinda don't think Cassim would've cared that much about Garda. Like, maybe? But idk, it doesn't seem right... Anyway. Back to the topic. Here Alibaba tells Morgiana that it's because he felt that it was something he had to do. So, no deflection, he did what he thought was right. Welp, anime!Alibaba got to show more of insecurity in the Dungeon Arc, while manga!Alibaba here.

Aaaand Morgiana's reaction to finding out that Alibaba'd left was skipped completely. Darn. Kinda a shame. I feel like that moment sets up the fact that Morgiana joins Aladdin to find Alibaba, at least a little bit. That, and later there's a moment in the Balbadd Arc where Morgiana recalls that moment after Alibaba's said something similar, and connects the dots. But oh well.

Aladdin looked much angrier in the manga.

It's supposed to be imposing, but damn, it looks kinda off, and as a result really funny. Like, maybe it's the perspective, but isn't his head, like, kinda small? Idk, man.

I'm just. Listen, I'm trying to be serious, but it reminds me about these Friendship is Manly MLP animations, and I just can't.

Ok, now he's angry.

Baba! And Aladdin's future staff! That will break! Whoops!

Oh, look, the magi lore funky wallrug

Ok, in the manga, Toya was here earlier, and it was Aladdin who'd told Baba that he can see Rukh, too, but here she's the one to just know that he does. Here, though, we jump straight into the lore.

This looks hilarious here, but also, it probably was on purpose, as a form of subtle foreshadowingTM. But anyway. Magi: expectation vs reality.

This entire animation of Rukh flying here is fucking gorgeous. I've told you I'm a corvid.

Ok, but I feel like overall in the anime adaptation Aladdin's lost a bit of his agency, y'know? First in the Dungeon, to Alibaba, and here, too, he seems even more passive than he actually is.

Toya! Definitely gives off a more depressed vibe than in the manga. On the flipside, very nice voice.

Damn, there sure was a lot of effort put in here.

Aww, we didn't get the best fucking wingmen in the series : (

Aww, the "whatever your name is spelled as this time" looks kinda ni-

(honking laughter noises)

Ok, in the manga it was obvious D-guy had a huge crush on Toya, while her feelings were more ambiguous, but here it's Toya who seems to be crushing more.

First of all, lmao, and second of all, I am about to reach the pic limit bc of this image alone.

(more honks)

clueless, and the goddamn horse not getting paid enough for this bs

And last but not least

The boy.

That being said, in the anime he brings out Ugo just like that, completely unprompted, while in the manga he wanted Ugo to thank them for saving him, too, F.

Fambily.

Honestly, I feel like I gotta tone it down with pointing out the differences. I'd just never shut up. So unless I consider something important or interesting, imma drop it.

Aladdin's in much more hurry to return to Qishan in the manga.

Say what you will, but Aladdin and Alibaba's friendship comes off as far stronger than there, even if it already was pretty darn strong.

Oh, so now it's- Actually, I'm having second thoughts. Is is it a crescent or full moon. Whatever. It's pretty.

Ok, I seem to be pretty close to the photo limit.

[dollfaceksj]

regardless of what we think he went to do cause that’s his business, I’m surprised I’m the only one thinking like maybe he went to therapy or sumn for all that damn trauma he got??? yes, being somebody’s dick appt would be on brand but I’m hoping he on his mf healing! journey! lmfao. probably not though. it’d be a bit early for the toxicity to start lessening this early anyways. welp, y’all. let’s wait patiently and see what he did or didn’t do, who gon mess up next, how tf yoongi doing, and if tae gon sniff out them damn lies anytime soon. who knows! next time on toapp!

(I was tryna give tv show series with them last few lines but had to clarify just incase.)

+ you’re doing really well and this is so much fun! it feels like a lil treat to log on and see you on here whether it’s an update or you just answering discussion asks. thanks for sharing your writing!!!

:) i really wanna tell yall what i have planned but i’ll just 🤫

i figured 😭😭🩵🩵

thanks for sharing ur thoughts!! i always love reading these

[fnafisms]

Just in time for 4am, here's my latest oneshot.

Summary here then a snip under the cut. *-wò

⭐And here's the link, okay yahoo!⭐

Give or take

Five nights at Freddy's: security breach

Sun × reader

1 chapter - 2611 words

If you can't get over your affections for someone who loves somebody else, what can you do?

Except, obviously, the only choice.

You kill yourself.

Welp there ain't no coming back from this.

-⭐-

You had decided, maybe a few weeks ago, that you simply couldn't do it anymore.

And you were going to kill yourself.

You were going to confess to Sun.

You had been working here at the daycare for, oh what... 3 years? Give or take?

It may be cheesy, like something you would read in a children's book, or a romance movie, or maybe some fanfic online, but..

Ever since you first met the daycare animatronic, something just clicked in your brain, something felt.. right.

It felt like love at first sight.

Every day you worked with him, with Sun, was a dream. The unyielding tidal waves of unruly and slimy children was tolerable when he was at your side; always there to help, to entertain, even to just pull a funny face as you worked, to get you to laugh.

It may sound... obsessive, but anytime he would come by, you basked in his presence.

Whenever he spoke with you, no matter how inane the topic was, you listened with rapt attention.

Anytime his hands grazed your skin, it felt like he'd burned you.

He was your everything.

It was all you could ever want.

Or. Well. Almost all.

[elizabeth-mitchells]

im thinking about, like... shauna killed adam. misty killed the investigator lady. lottie killed travis even if it was an accident. tai killed the dog and mayyybe her wife depending how that turns out/how we interpret that scene.

but van as far as we know hasnt killed anybody in the current timeline and natalie COULD have killed lisa but she didnt. and she COULD have killed the fish but she didnt.

IF somebody dies. AND I DONT WANT ANY OF THEM TO DIE. im afraid it will be natalie 😭 because van feels like a red herring and natalie has all these *almosts* that are making me so nervous???

but i love natalie so much and maybe out of all of them she is the one i want to live the most so what im hoping happens is coach ben shows up like "hey ladies, what are you all doing here? drinking?" and drinks the poisoned cup and dies and then everybody just shrugs like "welp the wilderness chose i guess."

this message started really fun until you had to go and say natalie why would you do this to me 😭😭 the worst part is that while reading my brain understood that you want VAN to kill NATALIE 😭 shouldn't it be illegal for them to kill juliette lewis??? listen... i just don't... i don't want to think about the signs, i don't have that kind of strength. she deserves to live so much 😭😭

you know what? coach ben surviving alllll of this just to accidentally stumble into some poisoned tea has to be my favorite theory so far. whatever happens tomorrow-ish, this is what i'll choose to believe, okay? thank you very much for your service 🫡

[nikicherry1234]

Pulled out of your grave.

(ocs - Cole, Amy) Cole wakes up to her widow's daughter performing a ghost summoning ritual. Author note: I enjoy writing in second person and you can't stop me. I got it from playing video games. Pov: Cole.

You can hear voices, people all speaking over each other. You try to concentrate on what they're saying. Pick one and focus on it. This one! Lights come into your view, the voice has a face now.

You see a teenage girl. Brown skin, curly hair tied up, rectangular facial features and raspberry pink clothes. Her voice echoes in your head. "Welp, of course it doesn't work. Don't know what I was expecting."

You approach her. Maybe she can tell you what happened? You're not a stranger to waking up in odd places, with no memories of how you got there... Huh?! Where is your arm? And the other one? As a matter of fact, where the hell is your everything?! Are you invisible? Don't panic. You can ask the raspberry teen. "Hey! Could you tell me what the fuck is going on here?" you try to say, but no sound leaves your mouth. You don't have a mouth.

Fine. This situation is unfair and bizarre. You can still think and see. (How? You don't have eyes.) Look around. This is a graveyard. A group of teenagers is surrounding a grave. It's covered in candles, looks like some ritual. Take a better look at it: circle of candles, surrounding a photo of a person in pink. "It didn't fail because we don't have an anchor. It's just fake!" echoes through your head.

Something that could help you. Read the writing on the stone. "Pff... Here lies Nic..." Fuck! That's your name. You're dead? Wait... Are you a ghost right now?... "Your ritual didn't fail, idiots! I'm right here!" They can't hear you. "Let's pack this up and leave, before somebody calls the cops on us," one of them says.

You tried everything to get their attention. They're leaving, and you will be stuck here. Are... Are you sliding away? Might as well. This day is wierd enough, can get weirder. You're being pulled away by the raspberry teenager. "See you on Monday. Bye Amy!" other teen calls on her. So, it's Amy. And you are tied to her, by some invisible rope. Might be that anchor they were talking about?

Can she see you? No, you can't see yourself. Can she hear you? In all the movies, they can always communicate with the ghost. There has to be a way, to make her see you. You can't touch anything, your hand goes right through her. Aren't ghosts supposed to come with these abilities? Or are you supposed to learn them somehow?

...

She spent the whole remaining weekend in her dorm room, studying. Bleah! Boooringgg. You're spent the whole weekend trying to somehow, push the stuff of off her table. You also got a better look at that photo. It's a really old picture of you, from school years. You looked like shit that day, as you do every day, tried to stop Dee from photographing you. You have your hand over the face and that whole picture is a bit smudged.

So many thoughts go through your head. Why this picture? Don't they have a better picture? Did they get rid of everything that had to do with you? It wouldn't be surprising, but it still hurts.

Your blood would be boiling, if you had any. How dare they! You try to scream, but you can't. This kid is still unaware of you. Her and her stupid school stuff! You push the stuff of off the table and onto her. The books, pens, all of it. It goes flying. She looks shocked. Looking around the room, but still don't see you. You try to pick up a highlighter... Success! Throw it in her face.

There we go. You could see the gears in her head turning. "Yes! Yes, you're being haunted, idiot!"

[m1ckeyb3rry]

I’m laughing so hard I can’t wait to read this officially in reos version!! Omg wait is it time to play guess the wc again…haven’t done this since the first quarter of Karasu bfb….hmmmmmm

STOP these pics alone are giving Reo conversion moment….im convinced you just sprinkle some sort of magic character propaganda dust into ur writing atp

LMAOOO FR omg imagine kdrama nagi….40min eps weekly I would fr eat that shit up

NO FR JJK audios are always insane (Gojo taking over daddy’s home will forever be an insane phenomenon)

FRRRRRRRRR THE S2 HYPE IS SOO REAL I bet we’re gonna see a bit of Karasu in action first ep too!!!

Poor chigiri he deserves compensation for that fr….but LMAOO nah fr hollyhock otoya >> regular otoya jkjk we love goofy otoya too but he would SO say that (yet again proving Karasu supremacy…)

BROOOOOOOOOOO THIS SLAPS???????? Im crying yuki tweaking out the moment you started the sentence I already imagined him just like that like “NO we CANNOT this is literally the OPPOSITE of what we were paid to do???” Ok but wait….what if…..what if this was the long fic…..here we have a yotd bllk crossover they kidnap her and then they’re like welp guess we gotta run from our boss…yotd spinoff plot…ok but anyways maybe im just enamored by the fact that karasus got his own little crow SHEJSHSS

Im CRYJNG THE SONG yet another product of your crazy rizz…ok but is the song good though….

Also im crying WTF is that yuki face on the right LMAOOOOO I’m ngl angry yuki lowk kinda….but wtf is the one on the right I’m sorry it’s like Shidou possessed him

- Karasu anon

HAHAHA OMG ON THE TOPIC OF THE OAEU I LITERALLY FOUND THE EXACT VIDEO TO DESCRIBE THE UBERS DYNAMIC IN IT i’m crying…just need to finish sae’s version and then things are abt to go crazy fr (also barou looks so handsome in this video bro i need him)

i’m literally converting myself tbh 😭 reo is just so perfect nagi is lucky i make him outdo himself in this fic because normal fandom fanon nagi could never compare w peregrine reo (tbh canon nagi lowkey might not be able to either LMAOAOA only men that can beat peregrine reo are peregrine nagi and bfb karasu)

okay wait speaking of nagi and dramas i think it’s so funny that he apparently likes watching dramas?? i think at one point (maybe second selection w barou) isagi’s like “i could’ve watched two episodes of an anime in this time” and nagi’s like “yeah or one episode of a drama 😒☝🏻” HAHAHA bro plays fps games you’d think he’d be into heavy shounen guns and violence type of stuff but honestly besides his video games he kinda has very cutie pie chill interests 🥹 like even his favorite song i listened once and it’s so calm??? truly a man of many contradictions

YESSS KARASU FIRST EP ego’s def going to announce the top six so we’ll get tabieitaken and nagi (and rin + shidou but who gaf abt them) although i wouldn’t be surprised if the first ep starts off with a flashback of reo and kunigami losing to shidou since that game is what kinda builds the hype for shidou and sets him up to be more “villainous” than even karasu and otoya (who are the third selection antagonists) as well as setting him apart from the rest of the bllkers which foreshadows him going to the u20s

somebody save chigiri fr 😭🙏🏻 honestly i think it’s funny when you actually watch bllk or read the manga besides the haircare chigiri is actually one of the most boyish characters??? idk how to put it but especially in the anime he just gives such strong BOY energy tbh fanon chigiri is closer to bachira than anything 😩 but FR hollyhock otoya lowkey does gag regular otoya i’m afraid (but tbf hollyhock otoya would be so proud that regular otoya is the way he is FJSKDJS) and YESS karasu supremacy he truly has such “me and my girl don’t argue she tells me to shut up and i do” energy like that man would be so delighted that someone wants him he’s not questioning ANYTHING

HAHAHA FREE YUKIMIYA only one with an ounce of sense between the three of them…ofc otoya’s like “😨 baddie alert 🚨‼️” so HE’S not saying anything 😭 and karasu’s just a softie he can’t kill her when he realizes she’s like. younger than him. it’s not by a ton probably a couple of years or so but still he’s used to killing like corrupt people or people who have wronged their clients meanwhile reader is just a girl she literally knows nothing…like when he’s about to kill her she wakes up and immediately calls for ness (unfortunately there is a brief ness era in the beginning) and karasu feels soooo bad because she’s like terrified and plus he knows ness was deadass INVOLVED in the plot against her life 😭 karasu number one gentleman fr 🤩 not killing a girl because she offers her half-brother’s life in exchange: LAME (@ otoya) not killing a girl because she’s crying and tells you she’s scared: WHAT A MANNN MAYBE CHIVALRY ISN’T DEAD

i fear this was meant to be my long fic (i came up w the idea a WHILEE ago) but i was never satisfied with how it turned out + i was annoyed by the mc’s lack of agency (crow and cackle karasu >> hollyhock otoya BUT hollyhock y/n >>>>>>> crow and cackle y/n) when i tried writing it especially in the beginning so alas it will remain a fond memory for us all 😩🙏🏻 HAHA karasu’s pet crow is so cuteee though i think it’s so funny to imagine when karasu pulls up w reader yukimiya’s just like bro stop adopting random creatures 😒 BUT a mutual of mine inadvertently reminded of this crazy detailed outline for a pokémon au i have in my drafts so perhaps i will revisit that after the oaeu and see if there’s anything salvageable from it or if it’s another doomed plot (lowkey it’s sad asf though icl the angst is real)

hmm the song is pretty good!! i wouldn’t say it’s my favorite but it’s not bad by any means…unfortunately i just cannot listen without remembering our crazy memories (this is the guy who i only texted about demon slayer and specifically akaza…like i would just send him paragraphs about how hot i found akaza even though me and akaza were never locked in like that but i found it funny that it pissed him off SO BAD and at the time i didn’t know why 😭 then he asked me out and i was like ??? you’re not akaza ??? LMAOAOA jkjk i was much nicer abt it but truly it’s proof that nothing can stop a man when he’s determined to ask you out NOTHING)

i fear this may be the one thing we disagree on i think he looks so fine on the right 🙏🏻 idk he just looks kinda cocky and sassy which is more in line w his mc vs bm match self but i honestly like the splash of personality it gives him LSFJJSJS

[mylittlesecrethaven]

More Thoughts On Abortion (Probably Gonna Be Very Very Controversial)

If you're gonna say that my post is dumb, tell me how it's dumb or I will delete your comment. (I love constructive criticism, so I'm hopeful I get some)

This post is gonna be a lot.... so....

(Also, this post is about the new abortion laws in place in Texas. I honestly don't care what you think is the wrong times and right times to get an abortion. As long as it's your body, I don't have a say and I don't want a say)

Welp, you chose to read this so here we fucking go.

Look, I was looking into what counts as actually living.

And one of the big things I found was that to be classified as living, you must be able to 1) Respirate in any form, 2) Grow, 3) Be able to react to your environment, 4) Be able to reproduce or at least have the intention to have the capability to reproduce without relying on a different species, and 5) Require something to actually stay alive.

So, as you can tell, there isn't really anything regarding brain function.

Y'know why?

Cause ✨trees✨

Basically, trees don't have a set brain.

Their entire root system and all inside of themselves is a type of brain, but not really.

A brain is one organ that controls everything about an organism, and is actually the thing that the organism is trying to keep alive. The rest of an organisms body is just a fancy holding tube and nutrient supplier for the brain.

But trees in their entirety are a brain, in a sense. (Besides their outside, but technically that is part of their "brain") However, their "brain" also counts as a circulatory systems, so it's not technically a brain in its true definition.

Anyway, back to the topic at hand regarding little fetus nuggets.

Well, actually, one little segway.

Regarding reproduction, you'll notice I put a lengthy ass thing right there. "Be able to reproduce or at least have the intention to have the capability to reproduce without relying on a different species."

Basically, if a creature has or had reproductive organs and these reproductive organs are there with the initial intention to maybe be able to have young (but may not actually be functional for whatever reason) and the creature does not need help from another species outside its own to reproduce, it counts as that lengthy sentence from before.

Why did I make this such a lengthy explanation?

Cause I know somebody's gonna pull out the "what about people who can't reproduce since birth?" "What about mules?" "What about Ligers?" "What about bees?"

To which I say, "Those people were born with the reproductive organs (though they may not all be present due to several genetic factors, but there is still something there) that had the original intention to maybe have young." "Mules follow the same reason as humans, they are just infertile." "Some Ligers are fertile, but same reasons as before." "Worker bees have less functional reproductive organs, but they have the same original intention."

If y'all have any more examples for me to make a stance again, lemme know.

And now back to the fetus nuggets.

Now, what does this all mean?

Well, let's look at the facts.

Reparation. Isn't noticeable until around 10 weeks.

Grow. Well, a fetus grows the entire time, but it isn't recognized as growth until maybe week 5.

Reacting to its environment. Also depends, but usually seen around 16 weeks.

The entire lengthy reproduce sentence. I'm using when the reproductive organs start forming so I can give those who want the six week abortion law to still be viable because I know they'll be upset. The organs start forming at 8-9 weeks, but aren't fully formed until 16.

And requiring. Basically, any sustenance it needs to survive. Also to give a little lenience to the anti-abortion people, let's just keep this at week 0.

So, all in all. For a baby to be classified as living (by these standards), it must have started reacting to its environment, which is week 16.

If you want some more lenience, let's throw that out the window and just go with respiration, which is still 10 whole weeks.

Y'know, not the fucking impossible 6 weeks.

Because most people don't find out until 5-6 weeks or later.

So.

That's my entire stance on this because I felt like I had something to say for no reason.

(I'm not gonna lie, I did around 4 days of research for this post. I don't usually do that much research for posts, but I wanted to be correct about this.)

Anyway. If you have something to add, lemme know.

:3

(Sincerely, a person who doesn't want children.)

(A few more things I thought of later on. I know the argument most of the time is "It has brain function!" or whatever the fuck it is. And I know I'm gonna get the "humans aren't trees," but we are all living organisms pretty much bound by the same rules. So ✨trees✨ motherfuckers. Also, imo, once a person is not able to do any of the things about that make a thing living, they are no longer living. So, if they are unable to continue breathing naturally, are unable to grow (or make new cells), or not able to respond to their surroundings, they are dead. Cool? Cool.)

(however, if a person stops being able to do one of these things, but then is able to do these things again later on, they're alive, but they were dead.)

:)

[knowlessman]

just start watching a new anime season at 1 am knowless, that's a normal person thing to do. (bnha s5e1-e6)

(recap, prominence burn) yeah that's gonna do the ole ozone a frighten. I think exxon-mobil is jealous -- oh yeah I forgot mineta was in this show. that was nice while it lasted.

"emergency drill, hypothetical villains have infiltrated ua grounds" hypothetical villains you say? they let gentle thief out of jail that early?

"About 80% of the human population -" have taken and failed the hero course and become shitty villains about it, yes, we know

ooh, new opening… I think? or maybe it's just been that long. -- shinso! it's shinso the homestuck! yo, it's all of class B! there's the dark souls helmet person, and the geico caveman, and the goomba girl (who apparently does have mushroom powers, judging from the outfit)! -- does shinso have attack ribbons like Eraser Head now? huh

(character intros) didn't realize heroes needed a special adjective in addition to their hero name

part of yaoyorozu's costume includes a book? an encyclopedia of some kind, I guess. in case she has to do physics-y problem-solving stuff on the job and create complex rigs. neat.

aoyama definitely doesn't have the kneepad lasers and stuff he did in the movie. maybe he gets 'em this season? maybe I or whatever site I got the watch order from was completely wrong about when to watch it? who knows

oh shit it's 2-D, y'all are fucked

just realized, I don't think we know what Hado's quirk is. (eh, more likely I just forgot)

pffft bakugo still couldn't figure out a name 'XD "if you won't let me call myself God Explosion Murder I will turn to face god and walk backwards into hell" -- welp, amajiki's dead. gorillaz needs a new lead -- wait did bakugo actually just kill him

(fucking marvel after credits scene) "that's the same pose all might did, isn't it" "no, I used my left arm, it's different" frowny man in a nutshell I guess -- also dancing boy's here, how about that

"episode 2: vestiges" after code vein that word is never not gonna make me think of spiky red crystals that put you in long-winded it's-a-small-world-ass memory lane dealies. so annoying they made you walk through them when they could just be cutscenes. at least when fallout 4 did the same exact thing, you could activate specific things in the scenes for additional lore.

"I heard you killed Snatch" I don't remember him either, but with a hero name like that, I could miss him more

"that's a bad scar." …ohhhhhhh shiiiiit 'XDDD damn, last time I remember this "oh-shit-somebody-just-waved-the-flag-at-the-bull" feeling was reading that one bit in, uhhhhhhhh I think it was the second Inheritance Trilogy book. …I don't interact with stories that do that very often okay, most stories that do that are probably too traumatic for my tastes

oh yeah, the thing with the Avatar spirits. the Allvatar spirits. -- (all for one showing off) "this one longing to be thinner, this one wants to get the girl and I help them! yes I do" -- "vestiges of the previous owners" wait so this is literally like the vestiges from code vein then

…I thought shinso was in class B? eh, idfk

…lolwtf it's capture the flag but the flags are the players, this is wild

oh so asui can turn invisible now. she just… can do that. fancy.

k so shiozaki is poison ivy. I remember her vs kaminari being funny, but I forget why. could be she used feminine wiles, he doesn't make that hard to do -- is shiozaki's hero costume white robes because something something crown of thorns something something jesus, or am I reading too much into it

…bahahahahaha 'XD THAT's how shinso's quirk works! I forgot! they just gave him a voice changer!

"you used me as a decoy… what a sinful act" okay I was right about the jesus thing then. "now I must whip you" o-kay, potential weewoo tier then

(flashback to like the first ua invasion) …huh. froppy mentioned the toxic mucus thing way back then. also they are 100% gonna make her use that stomach thing someday and everybody is going to regret it

come to think of it, eraser head mentoring shinso does make a lot of sense. both of them have quirks whose only application involves taking agency away from other people, so there would've been an assumption that they must either be a hero or a villain. both chose hero, but still can't escape the correlation and the fear that other people would have of them.

ditto's costume (a fancy suit, it looks like) is pretty stupid for a guy who might have to accommodate for who knows what kind of new quirk on the fly. what if he needs to be able to grow wings or other limbs? what if he has to create materials out from his skin? he needs a teenage-sized version of Jack-Jack's onesie. "I didn't know the baby's powers, so I covered the basics."

okay so tokoyami and this kuroiro guy is a ship that just builds itself, huh -- (dark shadow's glitching out) "what is it? what's going on?" disagreeing with something he ate -- aw, kuroiro doesn't have a hero name yet… come to that, I forget what tokoyami's is

(flashback) "if you're not even letting me do anything, why did you pick me?" "we're birds of a feather." okay no yeah this hawks guy sucks

(tokoyami flying) deku: "it's as simple as columbus's egg idea!" columbus had an idea? wonder who he stole that from. … "an apocryphal story in which columbus, on being told that finding a new trade route was inevitable and no great accomplishment, challenged his critics to make an egg stand on its tip. columbus did it himself by tapping the egg on the table to flatten the tip." so, allegedly, columbus cheated in order to justify talking his stupid ass up. also the story's a ripoff of an earlier story about an architect, so that answers my follow-up question.

…and do these mushrooms, like, do anything? granted, they foil hagukure's invisibility and that's pretty neat, and I guess they give cover for kuroiro, but unless they also do cool weird shit they seem more like a nuisance to clean up after than anything else.

and how did they even find out kuroiro can control dark shadow without meeting tokoyami?

aoyama's hero name sucks

the mushrooms really don't do anything then. they aren't poisonous, they don't, idk, mind-control people or sap energy, they can't even grow really big…

kunikida wishes he had yaoyorozu's brains

"hey DM, I can cast Create Mushrooms targeting the space inside his lungs, right?" ah k so they do do anything at all

wait damn that was six episodes? uh, yeah, guess I'd better give it a rest

[itsaperiwinkleworldv2]

As a victim of long-term sexual abuse the amount of pain I feel and how I fucking relate to Rhys is like not many other things on my life.

And I just want to drop a couple of things here, to add to this post because I think it's a brilliant opportunity to talk about how Rhys' trauma works. People don't talk much of it? Anyways, let's go.

A big trigger warning here. Please don't do this to yourself. Don't read if you've been through shit.

1) As a victim I felt like I'm complicit in my abuse. I felt like part of it was my fault for letting it happen. And for letting it continue happening.

2) I hated my situation and myself. For everything. Especially for 1).

3) The feeling of being used. Dirty. Worthless. It festers inside of you. It drives you mad, but you have to keep your cool.

4) Your mind and body split in two. I'm talking disassociation, depersonalisation, you name it.

You're not there. You're not you. This is happening, but maybe in a nightmare, you can feel yourself sleeping comfortably in your bed. It's fine. Everything's fine. You're good. Maybe it's not even you you're watching. Maybe you've just borrowed somebody else's eyes. It's fine.

5) Cynicism? Yeah, Rhys is a pro at that. Wonder why? Well, let's start off strong. Everybody calls you a whore. You feel like a whore, even though by definition, you're the furthest away from being one. But everybody, everything, even your own stupid brain keeps screaming at you that you are a useless, dirty fucking whore.

So you become it.

A bitch. A whore. A complete jackass.

You're not any of these things, but you feel worthless, there's no hope, so what is it to you anymore anyway? Nobody even tries to understand the situation. Nobody ever asks. So fuck it, right?

It hurts. Every minute of pretending that it's who you really are rips you apart somewhere deep inside, underneath all that numbness that helps you survive.

But you can't let it show. That would be weak. And they will take advantage of it.

6) At first you struggle to stop it somehow. You have that sliver of hope that maybe it won't stay like this, that maybe things will get better after all.

But you're not naïve. And you quickly realise that there's no escape. Nothing you can do to stop this hell. Your own hope from earlier gets bitter, ridiculous. You mock yourself for your stupidity.

This shit? Getting better? Yea, maybe when you're dead lmao

7) You hate yourself so intensely that people who listen to you talk shit about yourself get scared. Or, as an alternative, you talk big about yourself and everybody hates you even more.

Welp. Not that it changes anything, right?

You want to die. So badly. So. Badly.

Now a couple of things to explain this from a point of view from after a shitton of therapy:

1) You live in a conflict with yourself. Your boundaries are dead, you can't put them back up. You're furious but need to pretend you're happy. That nullifies it to being violently numb.

2) Your brain can't cope with the stress, pain, emotional and physical, so it disassociates into oblivion. That's a natural response so that you don't go barking mad, actually.

3) You feel like your secret is bigger than anything ever, you can't let anyone into that, it's too hard and complicated, too fucking huge to move. So everything stays the way it is, you behave weirdly, you're not yourself. People see that and it doesn't exactly make them like you. You're fake. People know that. They can feel it. You feel their hate and everything amplifies. Closes into a vicious circle.

4) Because you feel like you can't tell anybody - there's no-one to help you. You can't help yourself. The situation has been going on for so fucking long and you don't see it stopping anytime soon. That's why you start having self-destructive thoughts and behaviours.

My point is. Your abusers need your silence. They need your obedience. People won't know what's wrong just by looking at you behaving weird. They will know something's up, but they can't see what's really going on if you don't let them in.

Rhys gave up any chances for help from outside to get all the information possible and all trust possible from Amarantha. That doesn't make him any less of a victim. Not all flavours of abuse are the same.

I wish he had Kallias or Helion by his side. I wish someone had shared his burden.

Please remember about the scene in acotar when he came to Feyre and opened up, saying he has nobody to confide in, so he chose her.

He was so damn lonely. For fifty years.

And you know what? I love that Rhys is a prime example of someone going through sexual abuse and surviving. I love him for that. Not for his muscles, power, charms or whatever.

He's so strong mentally. I love him for that.

And at the very end of my dumb rant I just want to tell you: you can get better too. Like he did. I did. It's never easy. I sometimes wonder if some of the things in my life will ever get fully better or "back to normal" at all. But damn. I'm glad I didn't die.

I love you all. 🩷

The high lords believed that Rhysand willingly offered himself up to Amarantha.

They don't know the truth but we do through the perspective of Feyre.

I was thinking of that line Tamlin said about "You're in the habit of fucking them" when it comes to enemies (pretty sure he meant Amarantha).

Beron says something else about it too at the meeting.

Tamlin doesn't know the truth.

Beron doesn't know the truth.

Tarquin doesn't know the truth.

Kallias doesn't know the truth.

Thesan doesn't know the truth.

Hellion doesn't know the truth.

They all think that he was banging their enemy, the same woman who ruined their lives.

They don't know that he was sexually assaulted.

No need to put the blame on someone for them being heartless about what happened to Rhys WHEN THEY DON'T KNOW THE ACTUAL TRUTH! RHYS NEVER TOLD ANYONE THE TRUTH (His choice if he wants to or not as this is a more serious topic), FEYRE NEVER TOLD ANYONE AFTER SHE FOUND OUT, THE INNER CIRCLE NEVER TOLD ANYONE OF IT.

If Rhys ever feels ready to tell them what really happened, then he will.

(OMG, MY FIRST POST DEFENDING RHYSAND😧. Is this a defending post? I think so or at least, I guess it is.)

(here's the meaning)